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[helping_hands]

" W̶̧̡̱͉͉̜̺̞̿́̋͝ḣ̵͈̣̲̰̱̗̞̭ã̶̢͓͔̮̰̯̰̩͗͊̎̔̐̾ͅt̴̡̠̗̠̲͇͖̹̝̙̽̄̈́?̶̧̡̬̺̘̝͚͍͑ ̷̧̜̭͔͔͉̯͒͐̾̑͘W̸̨̻͛̇̿͂̒̐͒̈́h̸̰̤͖̪͎̏͌̈́͑́̓͐͜͜͝ò̸̙͇̘̖͈̩͐̌̓̔͐͝ ̷͎͓̟̠̽͋͑̋I̵̧͕̋̂͒̏̂̈́͠͝͝s̶̹͂͑̽͠ ̸̛̝͎͛̄̎T̷̢̖̠͇͔̠̪̳̗̞̾͘̕͘͠h̶̳͙̱̮͓̫̱̻̝͂̂̐i̷̭̺̽̅͋̃̀͑̉s̴̼̘͖̳̲͌̓́͒?̶̸̨̛̪̙̰̦̹̙̅̇͑̒̓̈́͘͠


H̵̝̤̪͇͈͓̒̒̓͛̇̌̾̿̚ͅò̸͉͕w̴̼͕̰̝̌ͅ ̵̢͚̝͒̓̒̏̄̾̃D̷̛̻̭̩̮͖̹̽͗͐ͅį̸̰̰͕̺̝̯̼̉͒̐̇͜ḏ̶̡̑̔̈́̆̆̔̈́̄͜͝͝ ̴̗̯͓͉̥͎̲̉̃͗̀Y̵̛̪͛̾͗o̴͕̮̜̦̭̭̙͎͆̃ͅu̷̫̘̹̮̼̫͋̊͑̄̎͊̓ ̴̛̮̩̘̆͐̏̍̈͘̕̕G̷̛͙̃̒͆́̽̇́̏e̶̠͔̅t̸͖̪̰̻̯̫̩̤̔̌͒͠͠ͅ ̵͎͓̏̒Ţ̶̫̠̱͔̅̉̀̈́́̑̍̑͝h̶̢̜̪͇̰̹̹̳͎̲̅ĩ̵̧͍͎̩̪̜̹̖̠̾̾ş̷̨͙̪͓͝ ̵̛̰̪̓͊̂̏̓̓̈́̚͝Ń̸͙̗̤̥̹͎̐̉͆̐̏̿̒͌̈́u̶̜̥̳̻̤̖͋̆̆͗̃̏̿̅m̷̼̙͓͎̬͔̦͚̍̾͌͌̔̓͘͝ͅb̷̰̐̏͊̓͝ȅ̵̹̙̩̪͙̗͚́̇̿́͘ŕ̵͙̽̄͆̓̉͗͆̂͠?̴͎̦̻̽͑̾̀͆̉̈́̌ͅ "

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[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.

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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.