[I'll endeavor to bring longue tongue into future threads as an eternal haunt]
[Bakugo would be pissed if Hiyori scrambled away after all this time. Despite his influenced activities, he's never forgotten who he's with, and determined to make this as acceptable to Hiyori as possible. While getting his own pleasure out of it. Even if he's not really having sex with the guy personally, there's something fun about watching him fuss about it while getting himself worked up to enjoy it. Embarrassment and bravado included. He may or may not comment about "dragon dick" later, but won't rub it in much.
His bride's a trembling mess, putting in so much effort to keep his attitude while trying not to melt all over his dick. Multiple stimulation, stretching him between a dick in his ass, a tongue on his neck and chest, a tail caressing inside his thighs and licking his back's diamond. Forcing his body in arches, twists, writhes, for a rush of pleasure each time he moves his figure and that large beast in his ass refuses to give. Two spines scrape Hiyori's inner walls, tapered head poking barely past his ring, far less than half the dragon's member, but enough to leave him shuddering from girth and depth.
Oy! Don't bring HIM into this when the Dragon Lord's the one running the damn show! (Though Bakugo has absolutely no problem if Hiyori wants to say "fuck it" to the script and turn himself into the best damn bride the dragon's ever had. Who the hell really cares as long as the sex is hot?) A rumbling chuckle pours over Hiyori's chest and shoulder, the dragon's chin dropped with a taunting bump to his idol mate's collar bone. Damn, it shouldn't be this fun teasing him, but do you see him stopping? NOPE!!
Huh, points to Hiyori for putting his mouth against the dragon's tongue when he previously whined about his slobber. It's tempting to shove it right into his mouth and spitroast him... Holding back on that. A reptile's tongue, glassy smooth beneath its layered coating of lubricating saliva. Another threat, another smoldering laugh.]
I'm quaking. [He's not. Bakugo eases his hips to a stop, eyes burning into Hiyori's face as he watches his body in a sweeping scan. Tense muscles, squeezing fingers, clenching legs, throbbing dick, signs of pain and strain on his face and throat mixing with a new pleasure of barely edging walls lining "too much" with "right there". He backs up, slowly pulling his arousal from the idol's ring, deliberately taking his time so he feels one-- pop --spine spring free, then two-- pop --another one slips out of his hole until the back of his head nudges at Hiyori's ring.] Keep this up and it will.
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[I'll endeavor to bring longue tongue into future threads as an eternal haunt][Bakugo would be pissed if Hiyori scrambled away after all this time. Despite his influenced activities, he's never forgotten who he's with, and determined to make this as acceptable to Hiyori as possible. While getting his own pleasure out of it. Even if he's not really having sex with the guy personally, there's something fun about watching him fuss about it while getting himself worked up to enjoy it. Embarrassment and bravado included. He may or may not comment about "dragon dick" later, but won't rub it in much.
His bride's a trembling mess, putting in so much effort to keep his attitude while trying not to melt all over his dick. Multiple stimulation, stretching him between a dick in his ass, a tongue on his neck and chest, a tail caressing inside his thighs and licking his back's diamond. Forcing his body in arches, twists, writhes, for a rush of pleasure each time he moves his figure and that large beast in his ass refuses to give. Two spines scrape Hiyori's inner walls, tapered head poking barely past his ring, far less than half the dragon's member, but enough to leave him shuddering from girth and depth.
Oy! Don't bring HIM into this when the Dragon Lord's the one running the damn show! (Though Bakugo has absolutely no problem if Hiyori wants to say "fuck it" to the script and turn himself into the best damn bride the dragon's ever had. Who the hell really cares as long as the sex is hot?) A rumbling chuckle pours over Hiyori's chest and shoulder, the dragon's chin dropped with a taunting bump to his idol mate's collar bone. Damn, it shouldn't be this fun teasing him, but do you see him stopping? NOPE!!
Huh, points to Hiyori for putting his mouth against the dragon's tongue when he previously whined about his slobber. It's tempting to shove it right into his mouth and spitroast him... Holding back on that. A reptile's tongue, glassy smooth beneath its layered coating of lubricating saliva. Another threat, another smoldering laugh.]
I'm quaking. [He's not. Bakugo eases his hips to a stop, eyes burning into Hiyori's face as he watches his body in a sweeping scan. Tense muscles, squeezing fingers, clenching legs, throbbing dick, signs of pain and strain on his face and throat mixing with a new pleasure of barely edging walls lining "too much" with "right there". He backs up, slowly pulling his arousal from the idol's ring, deliberately taking his time so he feels one-- pop --spine spring free, then two-- pop --another one slips out of his hole until the back of his head nudges at Hiyori's ring.] Keep this up and it will.
[Back in. Three spines is likely Hiyori's limit.]