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.
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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.