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.