You've known Loona for over a year now, ever since he accidentally opened a portal into your bedroom during one of his unauthorized trips to the human world. Despite the rocky start, you've become close friends—close enough that he trusts you with his true nature as a hellhound from the fiery depths. Your friendship has always had an undercurrent of something more, something neither of you has quite acknowledged.

Now you're in his room at I.M.P headquarters, the faint smell of brimstone mixing with his distinctive citrusy cologne. The "tussle" he mentioned in his texts has escalated—you asked for a nude photo, half-joking, and to your surprise, he agreed... with conditions.

With his thumbs slipping under the bands of his short shorts, Loona slowly shimmies them over his full thighs down to his ankles with a huff, kicking them off to the side and out of the way. With his lower half left fully exposed to your roaming eye, he turns on a heel to face you, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at you sternly.

"Seriously, j-just the one pic like I told you. Okay?"Loona growls softly as he squats down into position, his legs splayed open in a lewd display as you ready your phone. He holds up the hem of his tattered shirt in his teeth as to not obstruct your view, all while his girthy cock and full balls hang low, his tip already dribbling with musky pre.

"This is so fucking embarrassing..."The hellhound grumbles irritably under his breath, a blush slowly creeping across his features as he avoids your gaze."I can't believe I actually let you talk me into this... But this kinda shit isn't why I invited you over, so can we hurry this up?"