helping_hands | i n c h a r a c t e r i n b o x

Dito was, all things considered, a relatively simple creature. Lazy and contrary though he might have been, it didn't take all that much incentive for him to get his ass in gear. Anything that appealed to his interests-- whether that be violence, sex, or even just self-preservation-- was enough to get him to spring into action. And his ivory-haired, crimson eyed, ghoulish new acquaintance was exactly the sort of thing that interested him.

Dito finds the man's dwelling easily enough, noting with amusement how appropriate it was that such a preternaturally mysterious cryptid as Shigaraki called a treehouse his home. He'd been given no instructions on if he'd needed to bring anything, but Dito kept his spear at his side nevertheless. Luck favored the prepared, after all, and he always wanted to be ready in case a potential bloodbath broke out-- which, considering who he was currently calling on, was a near-guaranteed certainty. So saying, he strode forward and rapped confidently on the door, doing his best to ignore the excited chills running up his thighs.

Shigaraki has yet to conclude if his being this maniac's new obsession, is beneficial to him or not. So far, he was still trying to convince himself it was all on Dito, a onesided relationship (if you could even call it that) But deep down, past that crusty mantel of his, all the way sequestered in the pit of his dusty, backend burnt heart, there was a smidgen of fondness for his newfound friend... He just didn't have the spoons to deal with that right now. Too bad Dito moves faster than Gran Torino and All Might put together!

Listen, the treehouse was better than hanging out in a rundown bar in the back ally of some derelict retail estate like he was used to, it was the closest thing to home that he was comfortable being in. Besides! Most people were put off enough by the creepy exterior that they might, in fact, think some sort of cryptid did dwell here. It was perfect for him, if not a little lonely.

Shigaraki was unsure if Dito was actually going to show, and if he did, he was just as unprepared for whatever he might have brought with him. Thankfully, when he sees just the moron and his weapon, a sigh of relief escapes his pent-up, stiff body. The door creaks, the wood groaning as he starts to open it, peering out with one large, unsettling, bloodshot crimson eye. "Ugh it's you... C'mon then, get in here quickly, before anyone sees." Reaching out with an ominous hand, that takes hold of Dito's shirt to drag him inside.

Hey now. No one gave you permission to touch the merchandise, Shigaraki. Dito quelled the queasy stirrings in his stomach as he was unceremoniously grabbed by the front of his shirt and hauled inside like a mangy cat. He immediately wrenched himself out of the other man's grasp, smoothing out the new wrinkles in his shirt with a look of vague irritation.

"Nice welcoming party you got there. You treat all of your visitors this way or am I just the lucky son of a bitch that caught you on a good day? Don't forget that I'm here on your invitation."

Dito cast his gaze around the room, whistling appreciatively as he took in all the decorations and furniture. "Still, this is a pretty swanky setup. Did this come standard or are all these accoutrements your doing? Never took you for the type to have a talent in interior design."

It was unclear whether or not that statement was meant to be mockery.

Tch as if he has the patience to wait for something as minimal as permission to be granted. In fact! Dito should feel blessed that Shigaraki can touch him at all, what with his Decay Quirk being absent. The look of irritation he tosses their way is met with a likewise look of his own, finished off with an irked sigh and roll of his eyes. "You look fine, stop pruning."

Pressing his dry and calloused fingers against his closed eyes, rubbing a little too hard. His parched and withered skin was like an old weathered leather mask, moving uncomfortably against the bones of his face as he tried not to let his irritation bleed through too much. "Yes, yes, I'm just sooo ecstatic to have you over, where are my manners? Shall I take your coat? Fix you some tea?..." If the sarcasm wasn't clear in his expression it most definitely should be in his tone.

Listen, it wasn't anything personal, he just didn't want anyone to see him opening the door. He'd been keeping a low profile and Dito wasn't exactly a quiet, shy person to be aligning himself with. "No. Mock me all you like, the place was a shithole when I got here. You can thank my ex-roommate for all of this. I'm surprised she didn't take most of it with her. Enjoy it now. It won't last once I have my Quirk back." There was no love loss in his tone as he spoke of this other person, in fact, he couldn't even recall their actual name, just a nickname he gave them.

Shigaraki let Dito explore all he wanted, he wasn't bothered about the furniture or what meager belongings he actually had, despite his abrasiveness, he was more interested in whatever bond Dito had to offer.

Let's be real-- would Shigaraki have even wasted his time with Dito if he were a quiet, shy person? Dito was under the impression that Shigaraki only surrounded himself with people that he found useful, and a shrinking violet definitely didn't seem like they would qualify. He glanced over at the albino, his mouth quirking in a sardonic smile.

"That was mostly genuine. This place looks better than a lot of the other shitholes I've frequented. Oh, and I'll take a raincheck on the tea for now. Gotta get over this sudden case of sarcasm poisoning. Kinda weird how it only seems to flare up when I'm around you, huh?"

Chuckling to himself, Dito made his way over to a nearby sofa and flopped unceremoniously down upon it, his legs resting over the armrest. So much for propriety-- he apparently had no problem quickly making himself at home.

"So," he began, stretching his arms lazily over his head. "As pleasant a host as you've been so far, I'm not under any kind of delusion that you invited me here to further enjoy my sparkling personality. So let's get down to brass tacks. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, right?"

You've got him there. No. No, he wouldn't. He needs to have someone to take the limelight for him. Keep the eyes of those pesky wannabe heroes off of him, well, at least for as long as it takes to get his Quirk back that is. Dito was loud and annoying sure, but if he wound Shigaraki up he was bound to have that effect on others too, and irritation can be useful when used as a weapon. Take that fucking smirk right now for example; what he wouldn't give to just wipe it off that ~~pretty~~ face.

"Yea? Must be catching." Spoken with a narrow-eyed grin and glare. "Then again I find it hard to believe you don't have this effect on everyone you meet." His tone is snarky but there's no real venom to his words.

Shigaraki walked over to where Dito had sprawled out and perched himself on the armrest closest to their head, pulling his oracle out and swiping through it idly as he spoke, not seeming to mind at all how comfortable they'd already made themselves in his creepy little treehouse home.

"Sparkling personality? You think far too highly of yourself." Tutting as he frowned, taking an index finger, and curling it into his palm before flicking an obnoxiously spry spike of that dark hair atop Dito's head. "No. I invited you here because I need you." Sighing, already regretting his choice of words. "Let's face it, I'm in a stalemate being trapped here, powerless, with people who want nothing more than to see me tied up in chains."

Casually scrolling past all the goody-two-shoes on the Oracle net as he talks. "So I'm suggesting we partner up. You can live here with me and aid me with my task of returning myself to my former glory. In return, I can either kill you last after I rot this place to its core or you can remain at my side."

A low chuckle vibrated in Dito's chest as he laced his fingers together and held his arms perpendicular above his head. The effect made him look charmingly whimsical, out of place with his dark and cynical personality.

"I'm flattered at your implication that I actually have an effect on you. I wouldn't be surprised if you had an equally sizeable presence among the masses."

His head still resting on the couch cushion, Dito looked up at Shigaraki with his honey-colored eyes while another one of those smug smiles pulled at the edges of his lips. It was hard to tell whether he was grinning at the implications behind what he'd just said, or at Shigaraki's comment about being tied up in chains. He seemed content to leave it to the other man's imagination.

"But sure, we can partner up. Got nothing better to do with my time an' I get the feeling that hanging out with you is going to give me no end of entertainment. My spear is yours to do with as you will, Lord Wraith."

If Shigaraki didn't know any better, he'd say it looked like an act, that's not the case though, is it? No, Dito was just as fucked up as his present company and despite himself, Shigaraki was growing fond of not being the only morally-challenged person around.

"Don't be." In other words shut up with that sort of talk. He still couldn't tell if Dito was being sarcastic or complimenting him, either way, it made him feel awkward in a way he wasn't used to.

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Shigaraki decided not to fight it. This little creep was going to perv and flirt until his mouth was just as sore and stretched-looking as Shigaraki's was, from all the damn grinning he does. The problem is, Shigaraki doesn't have that sort of imagination, he's never experienced anything remotely sexual or kinky in his life. Dito might as well have been hitting on the Pope!

He's about to raise an eyebrow at that spear comment and yet it's the last part of what Dito said that struck him by surprise. "Lord Wraith? That's what you've decided to call me is it? Huh..." Picking at a dry bit of skin in the corner of his smirk, ripping the flesh off slowly, his other hand scratching and itching at his throat as he considered the nickname. "Fancy title... I don't hate it... Not about to start calling you Squire though." Was--! Was that a hint of a smile?!

"Can you blame me? You didn't really give me a lot to work with in terms of names. You're just lucky I didn't decide to saddle you with one of the more embarrassing ones. You know, in retaliation for you being cagey with your personal information. I could have, you know. I'm not always so nice."

Interesting tic this man had. Dito wondered if it was a nervous habit or an honest attempt at self-mutilation. Neither would have surprised him-- it was obvious that his new employer had more than his fair share of quirks.

"And for the record, I don't expect you to give me a fancy title in turn. Never really was much for formality, to be honest. Dito's fine. 'Hey you' works too, in a pinch."

Another coquettish grin, one that Shigaraki should have known by now meant that a double entendre was on the horizon.

"Doesn't matter what you call me, really. Odds are good that I'll come every time."

"Shigaraki Tomura." Not that it meant anything, even the heroes he hated back home had eventually learned his name, besides, Tomura isn't exactly his birth name but he's not gone by Shimura Tenko since...Well, since it all fell apart. Maybe Dito could unlock that information if he invested enough time and effort into the DLC?

Shigaraki was constantly in some form or another of discomfort, he felt as though he was rotting away from the inside out. Sometimes he felt a modicum of relief when the flesh was peeled away and new, albeit dry skin was exposed. A little bit of self-harm and a little bit of habit, it's not like it hurt him any more than he was already hurting.

"Good to know. I'll keep that in mind next time I feel I need you around." Not that he was going to start relying on his bodyguard for anything other than getting him out of a bad situation. He's not exactly in the market for friends... Or so he'd try and convince himself.

As that smirk started to set in, Shigaraki narrowed his eyes, reaching out to place his hand over Dito's mouth as they started to talk. He could already tell something vulgar or debased was going to fall from his lips and he wasn't about to be embarrassed in his own temporary home. Keeping his index finger raised up, out of habit really, not that his quirk was working just yet but he didn't want to take the risk.

"You spew anymore of that shit and I'll have to get you a gag."

"Shigaraki Tomura." The name is spoken in a languid, contemplative drawl, as if it were a particularly exotic wine Dito wanted to savor. "Shigaraki Tomura," he says again, closing his eyes as if to better appreciate it. Finally, he scoffs. "Quite a mouthful of a name you've got there, Tee. I'll stick with comin' up with my own nicknames if it's all the same to you."

A sudden pressure on his lips causes Dito to open his eyes, his pupils shrinking at the sight of Shigaraki kneeling over him. His hand is currently covering Dito's mouth-- not hard enough to be painful, but enough to drive the point across. Dito attempts to slow his breathing; to slow his suddenly racing heart. With a flick of his head, he frees his mouth from the makeshift muzzle.

"Strongly advise against doing that, my lord. Last person who tried to control me like that wound up a little more, shall we say... bifurcated than she originally started out. Which ain't to say I wouldn't shut my trap for you, of course. You just gotta ask nicely. And give me a little somethin' extra for the trouble. A little quid pro quo, and all that."

"Did-..." No, no Shigaraki must have been hearing things, he didn't call him what he thought he did, did he? "--Did you just call me, Tee?!" He's never had a nickname before meeting Dito, Lord Wraith actually makes him feel pretty cool about himself but Tee?! Scowling with a low, ever frustrated growl as he listened to the other male spout out yet more drivel.

As Dito wriggles his way free of that hand with a shove and a shake, Shigaraki lets it slide down to lightly rest against his throat instead. He's willing, for now, to hear him out. However, all that comes out of their lips is a pretty threat hidden in more flattery. Honestly, could they be any more confusing!?

"Give you something extra? For what trouble?! I'm the one whose ears will bleed from the constant sound of you squawking! But fine if you must insist on making a noise, then let it at least be a noise I want to hear too!" As he said this Shigaraki pressed his weight down upon Dito where he was straddling him, letting his fingers splay out around their throat, giving it a small squeeze, testing the cartilage and muscle before wrapping his other hand around it too. He wasn't exactly throttling Dito, they had room to breathe and talk, though there was some restriction, more like a promise if he continued.

There was something else promised just then too, in the form of Shigaraki bulging in his trousers where he pressed against Dito. Unbeknownst to Shigaraki of course, after all, awkward boners weren't exactly something he was used to getting.

Well. He couldn't say that he hadn't expected this at some point. Dito shivered as Shigaraki's fingers traced the contours of his neck, but his smile never faded. If anything, it grew wider as Shigaraki gave in to his anger and closed his hand around the smaller man's tender throat, tossing one leg across Dito's to sit astride him. The heat of the other man's body against his, the hardness of his hands against his neck-- plus some other distinct hardness pressing against his leg-- caused Dito to tilt his head back and utter a noise that was soft and subtle and decidedly unfeigned.

"N-nhh--" Almost as if on instinct, Dito's hips rose, pressing against Shigaraki's either in an attempt to chase that warmth or try to buck him off-- it could easily have been either. "Is this what you wanted to hear, my lord? Does this excite you, having your underling at your mercy? Knowing that all it'd take is one tiny bit of pressure to make me writhe? You think you're in control, but you're not. You're a slave to your own desires, just like everyone else. Just like me."

He gave Shigaraki no reaction time. Quick as a striking snake his hand darted around the other man's head, fingers fisting deep into the pale white hair hard enough to hurt. Spots formed in Dito's vision as he leaned into Shigaraki's grip, raising his upper body upwards to slam their mouths together in a harsh and bruising kiss.

Shigaraki's eyes grew wide at the sound that left Dito's lips. His pale face was kissed with a hint of life in the form of a soft pink tinge that spread from over the bridge of his nose to pool into his cheeks. He felt the warmth, something he wasn't used to in the slightest, like a corpse dabbed with a warm wet rag, a hint of life.

His nimble fingers, all four, and both thumbs wrapped around Dito's throat as the other man spoke. Feeling the way his words vibrated against his palms, smoothing his fingertips across the soft, heated skin, watching in both disbelief and pleasure as his flesh refused to turn to dust. Grunting out a sound of disapproval as he caught what was being said to him, he was nothing like Dito, he was in full control of himself! OR well, he liked to think he was and he would have believed he was if he hadn't felt himself growing harder and throbbing when Dito's hips rose up to meet his.

Shigaraki almost yelped out then! As his hair was taken in hand, and his lips were captured in such a harsh kiss. He couldn't help his instincts to bite when he felt those warm, damp lips against his own thin, peeling ones. Teeth bearing down until he felt the heat of something wet, the taste of copper before letting go and smearing the blood between their lips. His fingers tightened for a moment then too, an act that was bound to make Dito's vision turn dark for a few fleeting seconds before he let up. Forgetting himself, where he was, who he was with, and what they were doing, Shigaraki let out a moan into the kiss, his teeth bumping into Dito's as his tongue savored the flavor of blood and saliva.

That sound, that guttural growling groan vibrated against Dito's lips, violently descended down his body into the very pit of him. He closed his eyes tightly against the sound; against the sudden sting of pain as Shigaraki's teeth bit into his lower lip, the sharp taste of blood filling both their mouths. Dito adjusted his grip on the back of Shigaraki's neck, squeezing it tightly, and when he felt the other man's tongue probe at his lips he opened his mouth to him without thinking, feeling nothing but the hot delicious throbbing in his veins.

It seemed inevitable that one of them would need to come up for air, and Dito breaks off the kiss for a few breathless seconds before capturing his lips again. His other hand is ravenous, already slipping up the front of Shigaraki's shirt to feel the corded muscles underneath. A throaty, satisfied chuckle pulsed in his throat as his intelligent fingers moved across the man's taut stomach, seemingly undeterred by Shigaraki's almost painfully dry skin.

"Well, now... wasn't expecting you to be this well-built under there," he murmured softly, once again parting briefly from Shigaraki. "Got any other surprises for me, handsome?" His fingers were already moving down past the other man's waistband.

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As far as first kisses go, Shigaraki wasn't disappointed. Sure, he would have liked a little heads up next time, but then again, he would swear to himself that there wouldn't be a next time...

Losing himself to the taste of blood, something he'd never really taken much notice of until now. It was like warm toffee with a hint of metal, but more than that, it tasted intimate- Like he was the only one able to draw such a flavour.

The moment he feels hands roaming up and under his shirt, Shigaraki squirms. No one has ever touched him, not like this, not ever. The warmth of Dito's hands, the callousness of his fingers, the way they spread out as if mapping every inch, every muscle. It causes him to gasp. "S-shut up, fool. Of course, I'm-- I... Of course, I'm--Ngh!" The sound that escaped his throat when that brave hand dared to slink down below his waistband.

There was no way to hide his erection, no way to hide the way precum had already made his tip damp and slick.

The man moves like he's never been touched this intimately before, and in all likelihood he hasn't. Despite his posturing and bravado, there were little things about his mannerisms and his reactions to Dito's flirtations that led the Disciple to believe that he was inexperienced in matters of the flesh.

The way he flushed and moaned when Dito's hand slipped below his waist only cemented that suspicion-- who else but a virgin would nearly come undone with just the slightest touch? Far from being annoyed or disgusted, Dito feels renewed heat travel throughout his body, causing his hips to twitch and his mouth to run dry. The idea of corrupting this already tarnished body even further was just too intoxicating to resist.

His fingers don't shrink from Shigaraki's skin, merely continues its descent past pelvis and pubis to the most sensitive part of him; where Dito is amused to discover the man's already rock-hard erection. He pauses his ministrations, gazing into Shigaraki's reddened face and lust-darkened eyes with a low and almost predatory chuckle.

"What did I tell you? People love to talk bullshit about virtue and heroism and purity, but they're all just denying the ugly depravity that lies within us all. No one has full control of their baser instincts, my lord. Not even you. You're just as much of a sick freak as everyone else. And deep down... you love it, don't you?"

Edited 2024-06-15 23:20 (UTC)

Since when did someone like Shigaraki have time to even explore matters of the flesh? Back home, if all four fingers and a thumb were touching someone, that someone was dust in a matter of moments. It's not exactly the sexy you know? Besides, who the fuck in their right mind would let someone who literally looks like a living corpse snug up all close to them? So yea, he's a blushing virgin okay, sue him.

Shigaraki had no idea he was being thought of as something precious to be tarnished, he'd never been intensely fetishized like this before, it was all very new and honestly as well as exciting, and terrifying. He felt vulnerable. Usually when he felt like this, he'd be able to decay whoever was making him feel so weak, and yet he didn't want to snuff Dito out. Not yet anyway.

Why was he stopping? What did he stop for? The frustration and mild confusion danced across Shigaraki's pale brow when Dito's crafty hands ceased their teasing. He couldn't hide the expression he made, hand tightening then letting go of Dito's throat as the other pressed- no, pawed at their chest, practically whining out a pathetic, needy sound.

"And if I do? So what. You're the one encouraging it. I think you take more pleasure in frustrating me than you do in anything else. Well congratulations, you've got what you wanted, haven't you? You know better than I do, all hail Dito, King of Forsight." He chided, feeling that it was easier to snap and complain than it was, to be honest. However, for all his petty words, his tone gave him away. Each word was strained by anticipation and muted pleasure. His hips twitched and pressed forward like he was desperate to have Dito's hand moving on him once more.

Shigaraki's words were scornful, like a child reduced to flinging insults to hide his embarrassment, and Dito had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep from bursting into laughter. It was quite the contrast, hearing him speak such sarcastic rhetoric while rutting against Dito like a horny mongrel. And yet there was also something intensely alluring about the man's awkward desperation, so pitifully hard-up and yet so unsure of how to get what his body craved.

"Ah, I get it. You're one of those types who blame everyone else for your own problems, yeah? That's fine. Maybe you're right and I am getting a rise out of teasing you. Or maybe I'm just trying to get you to acknowledge that you're not the one in control this time."

The Disciple grinned fearlessly into the other man's snarl, his body once again sliding slowly, tantalizingly against Shigaraki's hips. Another one of those low, satisfied chuckles pulsed in his throat as he saw Shigaraki's pupils dilate with both pleasure and frustration.

"So how about it, my lord? As your Disciple, I'm here to serve your every need. Your every need. All you need to do... is say 'please'."

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But that's just what Shigaraki was, deep down, nothing more than a scornful child. He hadn't been raised right, he'd been dragged up by a terrible excuse of a father and then coddled by a megalomaniac with intentions of using him as a weapon. Soft touches, arousing sensations, they didn't come often if at all so to be mocked for the way his deprived body and base needs were flooding to the surface like this, felt like a dig he had no ammunition to fight back with. Fuck Dito, and his shit-eating grin...

"A-and if I agree?" Fuck! Why did he have to stutter just then!? He sounded so pathetic ugh! "I-if I agree... That I'm not in control... T-Then what?" Shigaraki bit back a moan, breathing through his nose and trying his damned hardest not to rut up incessantly into Dito's paused hand.

" Urrrgh!" The frustration bubbled over into a snarl as Dito chuckled at him. How dare he, how fucking dare he! He knows fine well that Shigaraki is on the brink of pleading, he should be able to feel it as his arousal strains and throbs, as his chest raises and falls with exceedingly labored breaths. "Fine, fuck you!... " The words came out louder than he would have liked, grabbing Dito by the hair at the back of his head, bending to lean up and meet him as he pulled him down, eyes heavily lidded, mouth open practically panting as he muttered;

"... P-please?"

Ha. And here he thought he would've had to work a little harder to get Shigaraki to show this kind of weakness. Further proof that his intimidating employer wasn't used to the tables being turned on him. Dito hummed with pleasure, satisfied even as Shigaraki tugged at his hair hard enough to nearly make his eyes water; even as he reached upward to seek Dito's mouth once again. The Disciple's triumph belied the arousal now straining against his own pants-- something about Shigaraki's sullen acquiescence, as if he were ashamed of his baser instincts yet unable to fight against them, were startlingly, intensely erotic.

When next he spoke, Dito's voice was little more than a throaty murmur against the other man's lips, his tone filled with the coy smugness of a trainer who has broken a particularly wild horse: "Good boy~"

He didn't wait for Shigaraki's reaction. Dito's head dipped down, his mouth pressing against the pale flesh of the other man's neck-- flesh that was raised and raw from constant scratching. The Disciple's tongue slid against that rough skin, his throat vibrating with another one of those coquettish chuckles even as his hand once again slipped down Shigaraki's waist to grasp the man's cock. Pressing his body against his employer's, Dito's intelligent hand began working the throbbing member with all the skill of a sought-after courtesan, pausing every once and again to slide his thumb tantalizingly over the head.

Shigaraki had never admitted, not even once, not even to himself, that he was wrong about anything. It was always someone else's problem or interference, even when it wasn't. Dito was an enigma. Not only was he able to so easily prove that Shigaraki was not in control of his own wants and needs but also that he wanted someone or something more to the point of desperation.

Groaning a sound of distaste in anticipation of whatever cocky shir Dito was about to spew at him upon dropping his guard and actually saying please like he did. But, what came out of the disciple's mouth was not what he was expecting, nor was the reaction it had on him. Good boy. Someone was actually calling him, Shigaraki, a good boy? Given the context too, it only heightened a sensation inside of him that had never come to light before. He wanted to be praised, to be called good and rewarded... What the fuck kind of sicko was he!?

Shivering at the sound of Dito's voice only to choke and splutter as those soft lips pressed against, arguably, some of the driest, sore skin on his withered body. "Oh fuck..." He whispered, moving his hips as he felt that skilled hand work him like a joystick. It's the subtle attention he pays to even just the head of his cock, feeling Dito's thumb smooth over a bead of precome, the slickness making that soft skin glide almost elegantly back down his stiffened shaft. Even Shigaraki isn't this nice to his own dick.

Feeling hips moving, fingers gliding, even just Dito's breath against him was doing more to work him up than any heated, filthy talking ever could, and frustration got the better of him. Letting go of Dito's hair, snaking his now trembling hand down their back, cupping him through his trousers as he slides his hand between them. So the little shit was just as excited as him huh? "Ugh How's this meant to go do? Are we fucking or are you just content to make me cream in my pants, huh?!"

Shigaraki would need to learn, and learn fast, that one of the things Dito prided himself on the most was the ability to read people with startling accuracy. He'd deduced from practically their first encounter that Shigaraki was a not a man who spent a lot of his time in the company of others, and even less time in intimate situations like this. Which was fine-- more than acceptable, in fact. If Dito hadn't suffered from the hypersexuality inherent in all Disciples he would probably have chosen very much the same sort of lifestyle. As it stood, it made it that much easier to catch the other man off guard, and Dito had to admit that Shigaraki caught off guard was surprisingly just as alluring as when he had complete control over the situation.

Still, the man managed to find ways to surprise him. Dito's body jolted as he felt a hand slide down his neck and back, slipping up between his legs to press against the most private part of him. Dito felt his cock throb deliciously beneath Shigaraki's questing fingers, and before he could rein himself in he threw his head back with a gasping moan.

"Auhhh-- hhhh..." His body arched, his hips bucking into that hand as his face became flushed with pleasure and need. Goosebumps spread all over his body, and he knew that Shigaraki was drinking it all in with those gorgeous ruby eyes of his. "Ah... hahahahaha..." Dito's laugh was breathless, almost approving. "God you're a fast learner. Guess it was too much to expect me to win this little flesh game that easily, huh?"

He flashed Shigaraki an indulgent grin, his teeth digging into his lower lip; lust making his pupils blown wide. "As much as I'd love to throw caution to the winds and let you absolutely ravage my body tonight, I get the feeling you don't exactly have anything in the way of protection, do you?"

Oh, he's learning that alright. Learning a lot about Dito in fact, as well as about himself. This has, if nothing else, been extremely eye-opening. It was probably painfully obvious he was a virgin, one that didn't even know his own body that well. When he was younger, he'd had a few close calls with his Quirk, that even self-love wasn't something he partook in often. Is it any wonder that he's so frustrated? Shigaraki had never met anyone like Dito before, even Himiko wasn't as hypersexual as Dito! She was obsessive and creepy and honestly made Shigaraki nervous, but Dito was in a whole different league, and much to Shigaraki's surprise, he liked him.

This was the first time he was touching another male's body like this before, part of it was pure curiosity, wanting to see what he felt like under his hand, especially being Quirkless for the time being, while it was safe. He wanted to feel the size of it, weight and shape of it, was his cock different from Shigaraki's? Did it draw out the same excitement from touch and teasing? Distracted in his investigation, he snaps back to reality when Dito tosses his head back and moans like that, sending a wave of heat to flood the albino's face.

There it is, a rare little smile, not quite a smirk, and no frown in sight. Dito's reaction, even though Shigaraki guesses he's just showing off for his benefit, is indeed drinking it up. So much so that he copies Dito's movements with his hand. Stroking across the shape of him in his pants before smoothing the pad of his thumb over where he feels their tip is under the fabric. "What can I say, you're a good teacher." Breathless and needy, the compliment falls past his lips before he has a chance to think about what he's saying.

"Huh?" His brow furrows for a moment in mild confusion. "Protection?" Was he talking about condoms? Blushing brighter than when he was being touched, Shigaraki, looks aside, voice small almost pathetic in its tone. " Do I look like I need to carry Jonny's around with me?" How humiliating...

Showing off for his benefit? Only slightly. Dito doesn't see the point in faking his reactions-- in his mind, Shigaraki's grotesque beauty was something that deserved proper tribute. Dito's grin never wavers-- if anything, his eyes soften into something akin to affection. The man really is quite adorable, the way he flusters over the smallest things.

"You really shouldn't be asking me that question," he says, chuckling. "Because if I didn't know better, I would've said you've probably sired bastards all over your world, the way you look. Or at the very least left behind some very satisfied one-night stands. But I think we've already established that my tastes don't exactly run to the conventional, am I right?"

He shifts his grip on Shigaraki's cock, feeling it twitch under his fingers. Dito rolls his hips back, choking back a moan at the feeling of Shigaraki's hand pressed against his own straining erection. His own free hand reaches down, sliding past the band of his trousers to work himself out into the open air. Dito's cock was not at all proportionate to the rest of him-- indeed, it was probably the most impressive thing about his physique. Sliding forward, he wrapped his fingers around both of their dicks, idly stroking them together with his thumb.

"Hhhh... So since neither of us came prepared, and since I don't really wanna deal with any chafing after the fact-- no offense--" A breathy laugh. "It's probably better that we start off with just some over-the-clothes action, yeah?"

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You know what, Dito's movements, expressions and the sounds he's making? As much as they're embarrassing Shigaraki right now, he can see himself fastly growing fond of them. Sure, he might not believe it himself, how beautifully fucked up Dito seems to think he is, but the way they seem to be genuinely enjoying being with him like this, the sincerity in his tone and the fact he already made a point of telling him he never lies, kind of solidifies that fact.

"You need someone to take a g-good... H-hard look at your head is what you need." Fuck his life, why was he trying to talk all serious and huffy, when his prick was being handled as well as a seasoned swordsman at a tourney.

Shigaraki nodded slowly to the comment about over-the-clothes action, his cheeks already too hot to hide. Biting his own bottom lip, peeling some of the loose skin off of it with his teeth, exposing a sore-looking scar that had been picked at and chewed off far too many times, a prickling of red dots, bleeding but not enough to actively flow. He huffed out a breath then, as he felt Dito's impressive cock press up against and rud along with his in their hand. Arching back to gasp out loud, a trickle of clear excitement beading up at the tip of his cock, only to dribble down the back of Dito's thumb. "Yea.. S-sure... S-sounds good to mnngh~ me."

He wasn't sure he could last long anyway if Dito was gonna keep this up. His inexperience showing him up.

Tomura Shigaraki was a vision. Dito felt his breath hitch as his eyes drank in every bit of the man straddled above him. The flush that spread across his cheeks. The way his chest rose and fell with every shallow breath. The need that darkened his crimson eyes, mixed with an almost boyish uncertainty. Dito watches the other man chew at his bottom lip and feels a new thrill of pleasure run through him, a thrill that for once has nothing to do with the sudden appearance of blood.

Dito's other hand moved to cup the back of Shigaraki's neck, lightly squeezing at the muscles there as if he meant to reassure him. Slowly he began to roll his hips in slow, fluid movements, his fingers gently flexing around the both of their shafts as he stroked them closer and closer towards climax. A soft, pleased sound pulsed in his throat as he felt Shigaraki's cock throb around his hand-- the man was already so achingly, tantalizingly close.

"Nnh-- god I'd love to have the time to take you apart good and proper-- see what you've got going on underneath all those clothes." Dito's voice had the hint of a laugh in it, though it was only slightly at Shigaraki's expense. "But you're just about ready to explode right now, aren't you? I can feel it." It was true-- the man's body was trembling with the effort of holding back, of delaying the inevitable for just a few moments more.

Chuckling, Dito shifted his grip on Shigaraki's neck as he leaned upward to press their foreheads together. His voice was a whisper. "You don't have to try to keep control, you know. I told you, you're in good hands. Let it go. Let it all go. Your precious bodyguard has you in the palm of his hand." Another soft laugh, as if he were tickled by either the pun or his sentimental choice of words.

The way Dito looked up at him, his eyes dilating like a shark when it caught wind of blood in the water. It was honestly the most thrilling sight to see. Someone looking at him of all people, with such a burning, raw desire. This couldn't be real. This has to be some kind of wet dream.

It was an attest to Shigaraki's will power, the fact that he hadn't just bust a nut like the basement dwelling virgin he was, when Dito's fingers first touched him. Still, to say he was close was an understatement; Pre-ejaculate practically oozing from his tip with each thrum of his pounding heart.

His body trembled and twitched, face pulling into an embarrassed sort of frown as Dito more or less told him that he knew Shigaraki's body better than he did. He wasn't lying either, he could feel it too. Especially when his bodyguard's fingers stroked down him, pressing their shaft against his, slick and hot, thick and throbbing, it was maddening...

"S-shut up-- Nnh--! Huffing out the words in a pathetic stutter. Feeling Dito's forehead against his, the slight sheen of sweat on his own brow making them stick together as he panted out only to breathe Dito's breath in. His hands gripped at Dito, one in his hair, the other on his shoulder as his eyes started to flutter closed, lips trembling and soft little bubbling sounds popping in his throat from his own gathered drool. His cock gave a twitch as it started to pulse before shooting out rope after rope of thick milky release. "F-fuck... D-Dito-- Nngh!" Teeth grit, face flushed as he tensed up, the floodgates open as he came undone in their hands.

It was adorable, how Shigaraki was still attempting to regain some measure of control despite being close to coming apart at the seams. Dito didn't respond to his blustering demands for silence-- he was too enthralled in what he was seeing. Five's reactions were always overblown and over the top, more like she was showing off than any genuine expressions of pleasure. Shigaraki's were more subdued and much more intense-- his grunting pants for breath, the jerky movement of his hips; the way his eyes rolled back behind closing lids as he thrust his way towards climax.

Tomura Shigaraki was most beautiful when he was on the verge of coming apart.

He didn't last much longer. Dito felt the other man suddenly grip his hair tight enough for it to be almost painful; heard him choke out his name in a desperate cry, and suddenly he felt Shigaraki's cock release warm wetness into his hands. Dito continued pumping the man's engorged member with every pulse, feeling the man writhe and shudder gasp with pleasure that he knew from experience was almost unbearably close to pain. When it was over, Shigaraki sagged against him, his breathing sharp and shallow.

Dito uttered a soft chuckle. "Wore you out, did I? That wasn't even my A-game." He winced as he felt his own rock-hard erection still swollen and aching in his hand-- he hadn't had nearly enough time to bring himself off, and he was sure Shigaraki could feel it as well.

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If he knew Dito thought he was adorable that while during any of this encounter he thought him beautiful, he would have tried to stop and protest. He was used to looking like a freak, like a monster, ugly and threatening; he was used to making people uncomfortable, not arousing or pretty in the slightest. So Dito thinking of him in those ways was something Shigaraki would take time to get used to... If he ever got used to it at all, that is.

Leaning against the small man like he was, panting and twitching, cock pulsing as he was overstimulated by Dito's constant attention. Why was it so sensitive? Was that normal? Why did it still tense up and leak out a milky dribble with every other stroke and squeeze of his bodyguard's hand? What was he doing to him?

"W-what are you talking about? A-game? ... T-then... Then what was that?" He asked in a desperate breath, swallowing as he let his hands trail down from over Dito's shoulders, dragging his dull nails to pull at his shirt before he curiously gripped one hand at their wrist, to stop him from tormanting his spent cock, as his other gripped around the base of Dito's. His head tipped down like this had all that balanced hair fall around to cover his face.

Like any true sadist, Dito knew that milking every ounce of pain from a victim sometimes had the unfortunate side effect of causing them to shut down; to withdraw into themselves in an almost subconscious attempt to escape. Obviously that didn't much matter when it came to killing an adversary in battle, but when it came to torture, it meant that the prey essentially became useless. The fun was over. They just became another piece of meat. It was the same with pleasure-- give too much to someone at one time, no matter how enjoyable it was to torment them, and you risked burning out their brains.

It was a shame, really. Though he would only have admitted it in his own secret thoughts, Shigaraki was the most fun he'd had in a long time... in terms of dalliances, anyway. He grinned impishly at the other man as his wrist was taken, his eyes widening in mock shock-- good heavens, how did that get there?-- as his devious hand traced light trails across Shigaraki's stomach, smearing slick jism over the muscles as they clenched.

"Oh, that? That was a demonstration, my gorgeous-- ah?" Dito's words cut off in a sharp and almost feminine gasp as he suddenly felt Shigaraki take hold of his engorged cock. He'd been so fixated on reducing the other man to a whimpering, writhing lump of overstimulated pleasure that he hadn't realized how close he himself was; how sensitive he'd become to touch in only a few minutes. Dito bit his lip hard enough to taste blood as he struggled not to lose himself just yet. His body trembled, his hips froze, rigid with his refusal to move against Shigaraki's fingers.

Only one coherent thought blazed through his addled brain: How had this angry little virgin managed to switch the traces on him so quickly?

Edited 2025-05-03 02:56 (UTC)

This was Shigaraki’s first sexual encounter, too, so he was easily overstimulated. Then again, his stamina and tolerance to pain and discomfort were higher than the average person. Not that Dito was hurting him or anything, no, quite the opposite. Whatever he’d been doing fell good, really good and Shigaraki wanted more of it, he just had to let his body get used to the sensation and stimulation, after all, the only time he’d came like this was by his own hand and this felt a hell of a lot nicer than his crusty dry skin wrapped around his cock, that was for sure.

His stomach twitched and tensed up as the now cooling mess was smeared around his muscles and dry skin, the colour in his cheeks flaming with heat, embarrassment and lust as he gritted his teeth and let out a strained sound. He wanted to tell him to stop it, that it was gross and he should play with it like that- And yet, something about that grin on Dito’s lips only encouraged him. Oh, but what’s this? What was that sound that just slipped from Dito’s lips? Did he mean to make such an alluring noise? Was he still fucking with him? Is this part of the game? Shigaraki, overthinking as usual tipped his head, eyes wide and alert as he shifted his grip and gave Dito’s cock a long, slow stroke from tip to base then back up again.

“Hah… If this is a game, I hadn’t been ready to defend myself… But now? … Now it’s turn-based and this is my attack phase, yeah?” Feeling confident and smug in the afterglow of having emptied his sack all over his tummy, giving himself time to settle down, was the perfect chance to see if he could get Dito off too.

Dito could barely comprehend what Shigaraki was saying, so focused was he on not succumbing to the other man's ministrations too quickly.

"Hhhh... You sadist... waiting for me to drop my guard..." Dito's voice was low, throaty with approval and lust. Despite himself he felt his hips begin to move; to rock against Shigaraki's hand as if the man somehow was controlling his motions. The concept wasn't as worrying as it probably should have been, but perhaps that was the stupid, pigheaded lust clouding his judgment.

He wasn't so far gone that he didn't feel the slight inexperience in the way Shigaraki handles him. The man's grip was rough-- not unpleasant by any means, but it was clear that he hadn't had much practice. Dito wondered, vaguely, if he'd ever even brought himself off before. Shifting slightly, the Disciple reached down to cover Shigaraki's hand with his own.

"Easy now, easy... I ain't a spear haft, y'know-- you don't gotta grip me so hard." Dito's laugh was little more than an exhalation of breath. He could feel the other man's heartbeat through their fingers, and wondered vaguely if Shigaraki could feel his own quickened pulse. Again, that thought didn't bother him as much as it probably should have.

Good morning, Shigaraki.
I thought that since we haven't spoken in a while, I would check in to see how you were doing with things being as hectic around here as they are.

What's so good about it?
Oh, is that what you thought? What, checking in on my well-being, are you? So compassionate of you, I'm touched.

Oh. It's a greeting, it's more that I am hoping for your morning to have gone well.

I'm glad to hear you are. I am checking in, I promised I would and with everything that happened I wanted to make sure you were alright. I've seen Nii-san already. Are you settled in now?

That so? And if to have my morning go well as you so put it, I wanted to see this whole City crumble to the ground. Would you still wish me a good morning then?

Yes, I suppose you did promise that, didn't you? A man of your word, little Endeavor. And you've spoken to who already? Nii-san?

[ That part hasn't come up in conversations with them yet... Congratulations! You've both confused and intrigued him. ]

Yes, I'd still wish you a good morning. That wouldn't mean I wouldn't stop the city from crumbling. I think what we'd have to explore is what could make it better where good didn't mean the city's destruction. I admit sometimes I don't like this place either.

I try to keep my word. I meant it when I said I wanted us all to integrate and not have to worry about what's happening at home as a fissure between all of us. Also, my father is 195 centimeters tall.

I spoke to Toya, sorry. I should've just said it that way.

[Maybe using the honorific tripped him up, not many got that if any other than Yuta from Shoto.]

Only sometimes? What don't you like about it? And you know, if you didn't stick your nose in when I destroy this place, you can always build it back up the way you want it.

You really do mean that, don't you? Tell that to your other more pig-headed friends and maybe, just maybe I'll think of a way in which we don't have to be at each other's throats all the time.

Toya? You mean Dabi? You're related to Dabi? Ah, it makes so much sense now. Of course.

[ It wasn't so much the use of the honorific, mind you Tomura uses them to patronize, it was more which honorific he used in the first place! ]

I don't like that it took our quirks from us, that someone violated our DNA for their own gain and benefit. I don't like things like that being done to someone's body, or my own.

I do. And if you're sincere, I will do that. I will talk to each of them and we can come to an agreement. I think you'll find we can. Bakugo may be the hardest to convince, but I'm sure he'll understand that a peace means more as a whole to all of us, not just us but everyone here.

I'm sorry, I didn't know he hadn't told you. He is the oldest of my two brothers. We thought he was dead or I'd have been looking for him a long time ago if I could have.

Oh? And here I thought you were all celebrating the absence of my Decay. If I knew you missed it so much, I'd have gotten it back sooner.

I can lead a hand with Bakugo, no pun intended. I've been meaning to have a word with him actually, he's been on my watch list for a while now. And like you said, this place is nothing like the world we're from, so you've got nothing to fear from me having a word in his ear now have you?

Peace? Do you really think we can live in peace? How? Has your perception of our way of life changed? Last I heard you were all still calling yourself heroes.

I never knew. I didn't care much for Dabi when he first ended up at my door. Didn't care for his backstory either, I just had use for his flames and his anger.

Tomura Shigaraki. I hope you are well. Please let me know if there is anything you need.

Kurogiri, I'm fine. As a matter of fact, there is something I need. Where are you?

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm currently in the town. Where would you like me to meet you?

Town is fine. I can meet you by the notice board in 10.

I might need to you to look into something for me.

Yes, I'll be there shortly.

[He doesn't hesitate to do as requested. As he's already in town, he can walk to the notice board in less than 10 minutes, and he's there before the time is up. Once there, he examines the board, so he doesn't look as if he's simply waiting for someone.]

[ Kurogiri was there before Tomura arrived, he spotted that fluffy hair first, it was still taking him some time to get used to it.

Raising a hand casually before leaning against the notice board as Kurogiri made like he was reading the notes posted there. ]

Anything interesting?

[ He asked, only actually half interested on the off chance there was something that could hold his attention for a while. ]

You were out earlier than usual this morning, that or I'm getting up later these days.

No, nothing in particular.

[There were items he might have had a mild interest in, but there was nothing that compelled him. He was more interested in what Shigaraki had in mind.]

Yes, some days I start work earlier. Today I went on a walk beforehand. I try to monitor the situation in town.

[Usually when this world started to destabilize, there were little signs that appeared first. It was a good idea to look out for these.]

What is it you wanted to ask of me?

[Things are very different here, but working for Shigaraki's sake is familiar. It's a good thing that they're both here. He's glad to be able to assist him.]

[ A box is left outside Tomura's Home, with the following items!

Obtained
x1 Box of Chocolates
x1 Box of Cookies
x1 A basket of ~~Girlish~~ boyish Items, such as body wash, lotion, body oils etc.
x1 Photonic Crystal

Card/Letter: Merry Christmas, let me know if you do anything with that crystal as it can house a whole game you work on within it. - BB ]

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[ What. The. Fuck. Is. All. This?!

Tomura was not expecting anything from anyone over Christmas, so you'll have to forgive his suspicion when he sees a box just sitting outside, under the entrance to his treehouse... Staring at it for a good while before turning his head back into the house and yelling at the top of his lungs; ]

DITO! DITO!! Get your ass over here! I think someone is trying to blow us up!

[ Because of course he thinks it is a bomb and not a lovely gift from someone who likes him... ]

Ohaiiiyoooo ~~~ ♡!! [ BB knocks at the door of their - well, tree house. Wherever there is a place for her to sound off an alarm. She is dressed in her BB CORPS jacket and a cute pink pig backpack. She came with a bag of treats to bring as gifts!!! ] Open up~~! BB has a treat for you!! Actually, snacks for the both of you, maybe one of them is poisoned - just kidding, that'd be absolutely stupid to poison a present, right, right?

Anyway, it's cold as fuck outside, let me in! I have something I wanna ask!!!

[ Tomura is wrapped up in some kind of animal fur when he pokes his head out of the window, looking down at her like some albino fucked up owl, with his eyes large and staring at her like she's just yelled out spoilers to his favourite RPG. ]

What are you doing here?! How did you-- UGH Nevermind just shut up and get in already!

[ Pulling a lever as the ladder dropped down from a hatch above the fake door she was knocking on. Tomura shook his head as he disappeared back into the house, if she was listening she could hear him mumbling someone to someone before he appeared at the hatch, still glaring at her as she entered. ]

I know you know how to use a phone, you could have just called... What's the meaning of all this? What have you got there?

[ Reaching out to snatch the bag she was carrying, curious enough by the promise of snacks but partly believing her about some of them being poisoned. ]

[ Out she pops from the hatch as she crawls up it with an excited chirp, swinging the food bag around. ]

Snacks! Snacks! Sweets! The best kind of treats to win anyone's heart over! Even a tough baddie like you! [ The bag gets snatched, and she seems to giddily giggle away and crawl fully up into their humble abode. Eyes darting around looking to see - WAS IT A MESS??? WHAT KIND OF MAN CAVE DID SHE JUST CRAWL INTO?

Then she haphazardly answers, ] Saying hi, and, maybe doing some research. Also, seeing what you're doing. So I'm stalking you like a normal person, obviously.

Edited 2025-01-14 00:55 (UTC)

[BB is in luck. Between the fastidious ministrations of Kurogiri and Dito, the treehouse was always relatively clean. There are patches of clutter here and there that gave the whole house a lived-in look, but nothing overwhelming or overly messy. The smell of smoked bacon and thyme wafts through the room, and Dito can be seen at the stove, stirring a boiling pot of what looked to be some sort of chowder.

He doesn't bother to look BB's way at her arrival, but he does deign to toss a snide comment over his shoulder.]

I thought I heard the dulcet tones of our resident busybody. At least you admit to stalking us this time.

[He takes a sip of the chowder, shakes his head with a noise of disappointment, and adds more pepper.]

Tomura Shigaraki, I have something to discuss with you.

Kurogiri
Oh, and what might that be?

I wanted to inform you of Overhaul's arrival here.

I've established communication with him. However, I did not inform him of your presence.

[ Oh, you best believe there was a gap between reading this and Tomura going over to find Overhaul's Oracle post. ]

So I see.

That's alright, Kurogiri, he knows I'm here now. The real question is, what's he going to do about it?

Understood. I wanted to leave that in your control.

I stated that I wished to remain on civil terms with him, as we have no real reason to be at odds here.

Huh, funny that, because from what I read, it looks like you're getting real chummy.

It's okay, Kurogiri, I'd never stop you from making friends. I'd just be cautious against siding with someone who only wants to use you.

I'm not sure what you read, but I simply established a truce between the two of us and stated that it would be best for us to cooperate here. I don't consider us friends, and I intend to keep an eye on him.

There's no question of being on his side. I'm on yours.

That’s all fine and well, Kurogiri, by all means, don’t let me stop you.
Just, for both of our sakes, don’t let him get too close. You’re far more trusting than I’d like you to be, but you’ve never let me down yet.

Just don’t start now.

[ After thoroughly testing Overhaul to ensure it works properly: ]

I'm ready to do you that favor.

( ooc: zero rush getting to this! just wanted to do it while i was thinking about it ♥ )

[ Oh, what’s this now? A message from Chisaki? Interesting. ]

Wow, you don’t piss about and waste time huh?
Alright, let’s do this. Where do you wanna meet? I’d rather it be at my place but I know how itchy you get being out of your comfort zone so, you tell me.

I regained it faster than you expected, huh?

[ A rhetorical question. ]

Let's meet at The Wandering Boar in Stellari. No one will look twice at us there.

I'll bring someone with me. Do the same, if you want.

i n c h a r a c t e r i n b o x

lol here I am poppin' ur inbox's cherry

I hope you at least buy it dinner first!

I'll take it out for a night on the town, don't you worry

/swoons

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