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 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?"