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?"