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Shigaraki would need to learn, and learn fast, that one of the things Dito prided himself on the most was the ability to read people with startling accuracy. He'd deduced from practically their first encounter that Shigaraki was a not a man who spent a lot of his time in the company of others, and even less time in intimate situations like this. Which was fine-- more than acceptable, in fact. If Dito hadn't suffered from the hypersexuality inherent in all Disciples he would probably have chosen very much the same sort of lifestyle. As it stood, it made it that much easier to catch the other man off guard, and Dito had to admit that Shigaraki caught off guard was surprisingly just as alluring as when he had complete control over the situation.

Still, the man managed to find ways to surprise him. Dito's body jolted as he felt a hand slide down his neck and back, slipping up between his legs to press against the most private part of him. Dito felt his cock throb deliciously beneath Shigaraki's questing fingers, and before he could rein himself in he threw his head back with a gasping moan.

"Auhhh-- hhhh..." His body arched, his hips bucking into that hand as his face became flushed with pleasure and need. Goosebumps spread all over his body, and he knew that Shigaraki was drinking it all in with those gorgeous ruby eyes of his. "Ah... hahahahaha..." Dito's laugh was breathless, almost approving. "God you're a fast learner. Guess it was too much to expect me to win this little flesh game that easily, huh?"

He flashed Shigaraki an indulgent grin, his teeth digging into his lower lip; lust making his pupils blown wide. "As much as I'd love to throw caution to the winds and let you absolutely ravage my body tonight, I get the feeling you don't exactly have anything in the way of protection, do you?"

Oh, he's learning that alright. Learning a lot about Dito in fact, as well as about himself. This has, if nothing else, been extremely eye-opening. It was probably painfully obvious he was a virgin, one that didn't even know his own body that well. When he was younger, he'd had a few close calls with his Quirk, that even self-love wasn't something he partook in often. Is it any wonder that he's so frustrated? Shigaraki had never met anyone like Dito before, even Himiko wasn't as hypersexual as Dito! She was obsessive and creepy and honestly made Shigaraki nervous, but Dito was in a whole different league, and much to Shigaraki's surprise, he liked him.

This was the first time he was touching another male's body like this before, part of it was pure curiosity, wanting to see what he felt like under his hand, especially being Quirkless for the time being, while it was safe. He wanted to feel the size of it, weight and shape of it, was his cock different from Shigaraki's? Did it draw out the same excitement from touch and teasing? Distracted in his investigation, he snaps back to reality when Dito tosses his head back and moans like that, sending a wave of heat to flood the albino's face.

There it is, a rare little smile, not quite a smirk, and no frown in sight. Dito's reaction, even though Shigaraki guesses he's just showing off for his benefit, is indeed drinking it up. So much so that he copies Dito's movements with his hand. Stroking across the shape of him in his pants before smoothing the pad of his thumb over where he feels their tip is under the fabric. "What can I say, you're a good teacher." Breathless and needy, the compliment falls past his lips before he has a chance to think about what he's saying.

"Huh?" His brow furrows for a moment in mild confusion. "Protection?" Was he talking about condoms? Blushing brighter than when he was being touched, Shigaraki, looks aside, voice small almost pathetic in its tone. " Do I look like I need to carry Jonny's around with me?" How humiliating...

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?"

Edited 2025-01-09 01:22 (UTC)

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.

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.

The way Dito looked up at him, his eyes dilating like a shark when it caught wind of blood in the water. It was honestly the most thrilling sight to see. Someone looking at him of all people, with such a burning, raw desire. This couldn't be real. This has to be some kind of wet dream.

It was an attest to Shigaraki's will power, the fact that he hadn't just bust a nut like the basement dwelling virgin he was, when Dito's fingers first touched him. Still, to say he was close was an understatement; Pre-ejaculate practically oozing from his tip with each thrum of his pounding heart.

His body trembled and twitched, face pulling into an embarrassed sort of frown as Dito more or less told him that he knew Shigaraki's body better than he did. He wasn't lying either, he could feel it too. Especially when his bodyguard's fingers stroked down him, pressing their shaft against his, slick and hot, thick and throbbing, it was maddening...

"S-shut up-- Nnh--! Huffing out the words in a pathetic stutter. Feeling Dito's forehead against his, the slight sheen of sweat on his own brow making them stick together as he panted out only to breathe Dito's breath in. His hands gripped at Dito, one in his hair, the other on his shoulder as his eyes started to flutter closed, lips trembling and soft little bubbling sounds popping in his throat from his own gathered drool. His cock gave a twitch as it started to pulse before shooting out rope after rope of thick milky release. "F-fuck... D-Dito-- Nngh!" Teeth grit, face flushed as he tensed up, the floodgates open as he came undone in their hands.

It was adorable, how Shigaraki was still attempting to regain some measure of control despite being close to coming apart at the seams. Dito didn't respond to his blustering demands for silence-- he was too enthralled in what he was seeing. Five's reactions were always overblown and over the top, more like she was showing off than any genuine expressions of pleasure. Shigaraki's were more subdued and much more intense-- his grunting pants for breath, the jerky movement of his hips; the way his eyes rolled back behind closing lids as he thrust his way towards climax.

Tomura Shigaraki was most beautiful when he was on the verge of coming apart.

He didn't last much longer. Dito felt the other man suddenly grip his hair tight enough for it to be almost painful; heard him choke out his name in a desperate cry, and suddenly he felt Shigaraki's cock release warm wetness into his hands. Dito continued pumping the man's engorged member with every pulse, feeling the man writhe and shudder gasp with pleasure that he knew from experience was almost unbearably close to pain. When it was over, Shigaraki sagged against him, his breathing sharp and shallow.

Dito uttered a soft chuckle. "Wore you out, did I? That wasn't even my A-game." He winced as he felt his own rock-hard erection still swollen and aching in his hand-- he hadn't had nearly enough time to bring himself off, and he was sure Shigaraki could feel it as well.

Edited 2025-04-07 01:52 (UTC)

If he knew Dito thought he was adorable that while during any of this encounter he thought him beautiful, he would have tried to stop and protest. He was used to looking like a freak, like a monster, ugly and threatening; he was used to making people uncomfortable, not arousing or pretty in the slightest. So Dito thinking of him in those ways was something Shigaraki would take time to get used to... If he ever got used to it at all, that is.

Leaning against the small man like he was, panting and twitching, cock pulsing as he was overstimulated by Dito's constant attention. Why was it so sensitive? Was that normal? Why did it still tense up and leak out a milky dribble with every other stroke and squeeze of his bodyguard's hand? What was he doing to him?

"W-what are you talking about? A-game? ... T-then... Then what was that?" He asked in a desperate breath, swallowing as he let his hands trail down from over Dito's shoulders, dragging his dull nails to pull at his shirt before he curiously gripped one hand at their wrist, to stop him from tormanting his spent cock, as his other gripped around the base of Dito's. His head tipped down like this had all that balanced hair fall around to cover his face.

Like any true sadist, Dito knew that milking every ounce of pain from a victim sometimes had the unfortunate side effect of causing them to shut down; to withdraw into themselves in an almost subconscious attempt to escape. Obviously that didn't much matter when it came to killing an adversary in battle, but when it came to torture, it meant that the prey essentially became useless. The fun was over. They just became another piece of meat. It was the same with pleasure-- give too much to someone at one time, no matter how enjoyable it was to torment them, and you risked burning out their brains.

It was a shame, really. Though he would only have admitted it in his own secret thoughts, Shigaraki was the most fun he'd had in a long time... in terms of dalliances, anyway. He grinned impishly at the other man as his wrist was taken, his eyes widening in mock shock-- good heavens, how did that get there?-- as his devious hand traced light trails across Shigaraki's stomach, smearing slick jism over the muscles as they clenched.

"Oh, that? That was a demonstration, my gorgeous-- ah?" Dito's words cut off in a sharp and almost feminine gasp as he suddenly felt Shigaraki take hold of his engorged cock. He'd been so fixated on reducing the other man to a whimpering, writhing lump of overstimulated pleasure that he hadn't realized how close he himself was; how sensitive he'd become to touch in only a few minutes. Dito bit his lip hard enough to taste blood as he struggled not to lose himself just yet. His body trembled, his hips froze, rigid with his refusal to move against Shigaraki's fingers.

Only one coherent thought blazed through his addled brain: How had this angry little virgin managed to switch the traces on him so quickly?

Edited 2025-05-03 02:56 (UTC)

This was Shigaraki’s first sexual encounter, too, so he was easily overstimulated. Then again, his stamina and tolerance to pain and discomfort were higher than the average person. Not that Dito was hurting him or anything, no, quite the opposite. Whatever he’d been doing fell good, really good and Shigaraki wanted more of it, he just had to let his body get used to the sensation and stimulation, after all, the only time he’d came like this was by his own hand and this felt a hell of a lot nicer than his crusty dry skin wrapped around his cock, that was for sure.

His stomach twitched and tensed up as the now cooling mess was smeared around his muscles and dry skin, the colour in his cheeks flaming with heat, embarrassment and lust as he gritted his teeth and let out a strained sound. He wanted to tell him to stop it, that it was gross and he should play with it like that- And yet, something about that grin on Dito’s lips only encouraged him. Oh, but what’s this? What was that sound that just slipped from Dito’s lips? Did he mean to make such an alluring noise? Was he still fucking with him? Is this part of the game? Shigaraki, overthinking as usual tipped his head, eyes wide and alert as he shifted his grip and gave Dito’s cock a long, slow stroke from tip to base then back up again.

“Hah… If this is a game, I hadn’t been ready to defend myself… But now? … Now it’s turn-based and this is my attack phase, yeah?” Feeling confident and smug in the afterglow of having emptied his sack all over his tummy, giving himself time to settle down, was the perfect chance to see if he could get Dito off too.

Dito could barely comprehend what Shigaraki was saying, so focused was he on not succumbing to the other man's ministrations too quickly.

"Hhhh... You sadist... waiting for me to drop my guard..." Dito's voice was low, throaty with approval and lust. Despite himself he felt his hips begin to move; to rock against Shigaraki's hand as if the man somehow was controlling his motions. The concept wasn't as worrying as it probably should have been, but perhaps that was the stupid, pigheaded lust clouding his judgment.

He wasn't so far gone that he didn't feel the slight inexperience in the way Shigaraki handles him. The man's grip was rough-- not unpleasant by any means, but it was clear that he hadn't had much practice. Dito wondered, vaguely, if he'd ever even brought himself off before. Shifting slightly, the Disciple reached down to cover Shigaraki's hand with his own.

"Easy now, easy... I ain't a spear haft, y'know-- you don't gotta grip me so hard." Dito's laugh was little more than an exhalation of breath. He could feel the other man's heartbeat through their fingers, and wondered vaguely if Shigaraki could feel his own quickened pulse. Again, that thought didn't bother him as much as it probably should have.

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