Assuming you aren't burned up before you can. [Growled as much as laughed. Apart from a surprising glow, what else has Hiyori done threatening? The Dragon Lord breathes fire! His wings easily fell trees! His strength is beyond beasts! ... And he could easily bump a naughty bride into the lava around his chamber before going on his way to get a new one.]

As if you could. [Thick as his tongue is, Hiyori would better attempt a bite through leather. But he's not gonna get into that argument with him. Not when the taste of his thighs and sweat-slick skin is lingering in his mouth. Or imagined at least. Of course Bakugo's not seen him like this! He yanked the shower curtain shut and waited across the walkway!

Don't you dare look away! Oh, so he's suddenly not okay with having the dragon's attention elsewhere? Guess this isn't like that, and Bakugo swings his head back around, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention as Hiyori begins his work. Sliding his finger in, barely visible through the glow. Perhaps the cameras might end up with a soft-core anyways...

Permitting him to push his head away meant Hiyori had better make up for the lack of interaction on his own. Give the dragon a show to watch, burning gaze lingering beside him with a rumbling drawn-out breathing echoing in his throat. A bride who doesn't want to be ignored wouldn't have shoved her mate away when he was attempting help, hm?]

You're the one who wanted me to look away, idiot. Are you shy?