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[helping_hands]

" W̶̧̡̱͉͉̜̺̞̿́̋͝ḣ̵͈̣̲̰̱̗̞̭ã̶̢͓͔̮̰̯̰̩͗͊̎̔̐̾ͅt̴̡̠̗̠̲͇͖̹̝̙̽̄̈́?̶̧̡̬̺̘̝͚͍͑ ̷̧̜̭͔͔͉̯͒͐̾̑͘W̸̨̻͛̇̿͂̒̐͒̈́h̸̰̤͖̪͎̏͌̈́͑́̓͐͜͜͝ò̸̙͇̘̖͈̩͐̌̓̔͐͝ ̷͎͓̟̠̽͋͑̋I̵̧͕̋̂͒̏̂̈́͠͝͝s̶̹͂͑̽͠ ̸̛̝͎͛̄̎T̷̢̖̠͇͔̠̪̳̗̞̾͘̕͘͠h̶̳͙̱̮͓̫̱̻̝͂̂̐i̷̭̺̽̅͋̃̀͑̉s̴̼̘͖̳̲͌̓́͒?̶̸̨̛̪̙̰̦̹̙̅̇͑̒̓̈́͘͠


H̵̝̤̪͇͈͓̒̒̓͛̇̌̾̿̚ͅò̸͉͕w̴̼͕̰̝̌ͅ ̵̢͚̝͒̓̒̏̄̾̃D̷̛̻̭̩̮͖̹̽͗͐ͅį̸̰̰͕̺̝̯̼̉͒̐̇͜ḏ̶̡̑̔̈́̆̆̔̈́̄͜͝͝ ̴̗̯͓͉̥͎̲̉̃͗̀Y̵̛̪͛̾͗o̴͕̮̜̦̭̭̙͎͆̃ͅu̷̫̘̹̮̼̫͋̊͑̄̎͊̓ ̴̛̮̩̘̆͐̏̍̈͘̕̕G̷̛͙̃̒͆́̽̇́̏e̶̠͔̅t̸͖̪̰̻̯̫̩̤̔̌͒͠͠ͅ ̵͎͓̏̒Ţ̶̫̠̱͔̅̉̀̈́́̑̍̑͝h̶̢̜̪͇̰̹̹̳͎̲̅ĩ̵̧͍͎̩̪̜̹̖̠̾̾ş̷̨͙̪͓͝ ̵̛̰̪̓͊̂̏̓̓̈́̚͝Ń̸͙̗̤̥̹͎̐̉͆̐̏̿̒͌̈́u̶̜̥̳̻̤̖͋̆̆͗̃̏̿̅m̷̼̙͓͎̬͔̦͚̍̾͌͌̔̓͘͝ͅb̷̰̐̏͊̓͝ȅ̵̹̙̩̪͙̗͚́̇̿́͘ŕ̵͙̽̄͆̓̉͗͆̂͠?̴͎̦̻̽͑̾̀͆̉̈́̌ͅ "

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[helping_hands]

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.

(cw: mentions of past sexual abuse)

[syncopathic]

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.

[helping_hands]

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.

[syncopathic]

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?

[helping_hands]

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.

[syncopathic]

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.