[What could he do to threaten a dragon? Realistically, nothing. Unlocking his Aura looks impressive, and he can use it to keep warm or share the warmth with others. He can even heal scrapes and cuts while it's still active! But he can't fight anyone, nor can he defend himself: something he's forced to remember every time he's threatened by one of the monsters or magic users. Must be lovely to be Baku-kun, who can singlehandedly vanquish any threat using his own sweat.
But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
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But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
So don't you dare make that mistake again.