𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

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"Hahaha!" Ironic enough that the dragon was the one to risk their cover, howling with laughter. Of course, this simpleton was going to take his language too literally... "Good boy...but I mean for you to use your words, pup. Though I must say, you really would make for a––

Normally, the tyrant would punish dogs exhibiting such naughty behavior...but this pup was doing his best, so maybe he ought to get a reward. "Hold, boy." Tyrantino chuckled, hand grabbing that bulge tightly and pressing the other against his work-husband's chest. "Let me––

W-Wha...! "P-Please, sir...!" He was already flustered enough by the situation, and for this passerby janitor to find him in this state and talking about his body like that... Hngh...!

–– "God, I made the right choice to keep you... A body sculpted by gods, yet you seek validation to feel better about your pitiful state..." He licked his lips, chuckling as he dug that knee deeper against Thresh's crotch. "I've got you, worm. I can give you everything."

Tyrantino would step forward, pressing a knee against that tent as he worked his tongue over the janitor's body. Beginning with licking those sweaty pecs clean, before leaving a love bite on one tit to send a jolt down his spine. "Raise your arms, trash. I need those pits..."

The dragon had a hungry grin as his face got closer to the pathetic janitor. "Anywhere. You're stuck here with me and only go where I say so." His hands tighten around those man tits. "Now stay still..." The boss licked around Thresh's neck, sampling his sweat... "Fuck..."

Must reek to some, but to Tyrantino? this was the scent of gods. "Theeeere we go..." The tyrant chuckled darkly, hands all over Thresh's body as he leaned in to take a good deep whiff of his scent. Masculine. But so wimpy. "You won't go unless I say so, worm. You got that?"

The tyrant rolled his eyes. What a dope this man was. But be that as it may, he did...knock him up. So he just has to take matters into his own hands. "Now be a good boy, I'll pay you back later for this." *RIIIIP!* He tore that shirt off of him, freeing that musky, built bod.

The irony wasn't lost on him, so he's just gonna ignore that, and just pull Thresh away from prying eyes in the casino...and into one of the bathrooms. Before promptly pushing him into a stall, pinning him against the wall. "How about I give you something else to think about?"