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.