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" W̶̧̡̱͉͉̜̺̞̿́̋͝ḣ̵͈̣̲̰̱̗̞̭ã̶̢͓͔̮̰̯̰̩͗͊̎̔̐̾ͅt̴̡̠̗̠̲͇͖̹̝̙̽̄̈́?̶̧̡̬̺̘̝͚͍͑ ̷̧̜̭͔͔͉̯͒͐̾̑͘W̸̨̻͛̇̿͂̒̐͒̈́h̸̰̤͖̪͎̏͌̈́͑́̓͐͜͜͝ò̸̙͇̘̖͈̩͐̌̓̔͐͝ ̷͎͓̟̠̽͋͑̋I̵̧͕̋̂͒̏̂̈́͠͝͝s̶̹͂͑̽͠ ̸̛̝͎͛̄̎T̷̢̖̠͇͔̠̪̳̗̞̾͘̕͘͠h̶̳͙̱̮͓̫̱̻̝͂̂̐i̷̭̺̽̅͋̃̀͑̉s̴̼̘͖̳̲͌̓́͒?̶̸̨̛̪̙̰̦̹̙̅̇͑̒̓̈́͘͠
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I'll take it out for a night on the town, don't you worry
"Nice welcoming party you got there. You treat all of your visitors this way or am I just the lucky son of a bitch that caught you on a good day? Don't forget that I'm here on your invitation."
Dito cast his gaze around the room, whistling appreciatively as he took in all the decorations and furniture. "Still, this is a pretty swanky setup. Did this come standard or are all these accoutrements your doing? Never took you for the type to have a talent in interior design."
It was unclear whether or not that statement was meant to be mockery.
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Pressing his dry and calloused fingers against his closed eyes, rubbing a little too hard. His parched and withered skin was like an old weathered leather mask, moving uncomfortably against the bones of his face as he tried not to let his irritation bleed through too much. "Yes, yes, I'm just sooo ecstatic to have you over, where are my manners? Shall I take your coat? Fix you some tea?..." If the sarcasm wasn't clear in his expression it most definitely should be in his tone.
Listen, it wasn't anything personal, he just didn't want anyone to see him opening the door. He'd been keeping a low profile and Dito wasn't exactly a quiet, shy person to be aligning himself with. "No. Mock me all you like, the place was a shithole when I got here. You can thank my ex-roommate for all of this. I'm surprised she didn't take most of it with her. Enjoy it now. It won't last once I have my Quirk back." There was no love loss in his tone as he spoke of this other person, in fact, he couldn't even recall their actual name, just a nickname he gave them.
Shigaraki let Dito explore all he wanted, he wasn't bothered about the furniture or what meager belongings he actually had, despite his abrasiveness, he was more interested in whatever bond Dito had to offer.
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"That was mostly genuine. This place looks better than a lot of the other shitholes I've frequented. Oh, and I'll take a raincheck on the tea for now. Gotta get over this sudden case of sarcasm poisoning. Kinda weird how it only seems to flare up when I'm around you, huh?"
Chuckling to himself, Dito made his way over to a nearby sofa and flopped unceremoniously down upon it, his legs resting over the armrest. So much for propriety-- he apparently had no problem quickly making himself at home.
"So," he began, stretching his arms lazily over his head. "As pleasant a host as you've been so far, I'm not under any kind of delusion that you invited me here to further enjoy my sparkling personality. So let's get down to brass tacks. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, right?"
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prettyface."Yea? Must be catching." Spoken with a narrow-eyed grin and glare. "Then again I find it hard to believe you don't have this effect on everyone you meet." His tone is snarky but there's no real venom to his words.
Shigaraki walked over to where Dito had sprawled out and perched himself on the armrest closest to their head, pulling his oracle out and swiping through it idly as he spoke, not seeming to mind at all how comfortable they'd already made themselves in his creepy little treehouse home.
"Sparkling personality? You think far too highly of yourself." Tutting as he frowned, taking an index finger, and curling it into his palm before flicking an obnoxiously spry spike of that dark hair atop Dito's head. "No. I invited you here because I need you." Sighing, already regretting his choice of words. "Let's face it, I'm in a stalemate being trapped here, powerless, with people who want nothing more than to see me tied up in chains."
Casually scrolling past all the goody-two-shoes on the Oracle net as he talks. "So I'm suggesting we partner up. You can live here with me and aid me with my task of returning myself to my former glory. In return, I can either kill you last after I rot this place to its core or you can remain at my side."
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"I'm flattered at your implication that I actually have an effect on you. I wouldn't be surprised if you had an equally sizeable presence among the masses."
His head still resting on the couch cushion, Dito looked up at Shigaraki with his honey-colored eyes while another one of those smug smiles pulled at the edges of his lips. It was hard to tell whether he was grinning at the implications behind what he'd just said, or at Shigaraki's comment about being tied up in chains. He seemed content to leave it to the other man's imagination.
"But sure, we can partner up. Got nothing better to do with my time an' I get the feeling that hanging out with you is going to give me no end of entertainment. My spear is yours to do with as you will, Lord Wraith."
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"Don't be." In other words shut up with that sort of talk. He still couldn't tell if Dito was being sarcastic or complimenting him, either way, it made him feel awkward in a way he wasn't used to.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Shigaraki decided not to fight it. This little creep was going to perv and flirt until his mouth was just as sore and stretched-looking as Shigaraki's was, from all the damn grinning he does. The problem is, Shigaraki doesn't have that sort of imagination, he's never experienced anything remotely sexual or kinky in his life. Dito might as well have been hitting on the Pope!
He's about to raise an eyebrow at that spear comment and yet it's the last part of what Dito said that struck him by surprise. "Lord Wraith? That's what you've decided to call me is it? Huh..." Picking at a dry bit of skin in the corner of his smirk, ripping the flesh off slowly, his other hand scratching and itching at his throat as he considered the nickname. "Fancy title... I don't hate it... Not about to start calling you Squire though." Was--! Was that a hint of a smile?!
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Interesting tic this man had. Dito wondered if it was a nervous habit or an honest attempt at self-mutilation. Neither would have surprised him-- it was obvious that his new employer had more than his fair share of quirks.
"And for the record, I don't expect you to give me a fancy title in turn. Never really was much for formality, to be honest. Dito's fine. 'Hey you' works too, in a pinch."
Another coquettish grin, one that Shigaraki should have known by now meant that a double entendre was on the horizon.
"Doesn't matter what you call me, really. Odds are good that I'll come every time."
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Shigaraki was constantly in some form or another of discomfort, he felt as though he was rotting away from the inside out. Sometimes he felt a modicum of relief when the flesh was peeled away and new, albeit dry skin was exposed. A little bit of self-harm and a little bit of habit, it's not like it hurt him any more than he was already hurting.
"Good to know. I'll keep that in mind next time I feel I need you around." Not that he was going to start relying on his bodyguard for anything other than getting him out of a bad situation. He's not exactly in the market for friends... Or so he'd try and convince himself.
As that smirk started to set in, Shigaraki narrowed his eyes, reaching out to place his hand over Dito's mouth as they started to talk. He could already tell something vulgar or debased was going to fall from his lips and he wasn't about to be embarrassed in his own temporary home. Keeping his index finger raised up, out of habit really, not that his quirk was working just yet but he didn't want to take the risk.
"You spew anymore of that shit and I'll have to get you a gag."
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A sudden pressure on his lips causes Dito to open his eyes, his pupils shrinking at the sight of Shigaraki kneeling over him. His hand is currently covering Dito's mouth-- not hard enough to be painful, but enough to drive the point across. Dito attempts to slow his breathing; to slow his suddenly racing heart. With a flick of his head, he frees his mouth from the makeshift muzzle.
"Strongly advise against doing that, my lord. Last person who tried to control me like that wound up a little more, shall we say... bifurcated than she originally started out. Which ain't to say I wouldn't shut my trap for you, of course. You just gotta ask nicely. And give me a little somethin' extra for the trouble. A little quid pro quo, and all that."
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As Dito wriggles his way free of that hand with a shove and a shake, Shigaraki lets it slide down to lightly rest against his throat instead. He's willing, for now, to hear him out. However, all that comes out of their lips is a pretty threat hidden in more flattery. Honestly, could they be any more confusing!?
"Give you something extra? For what trouble?! I'm the one whose ears will bleed from the constant sound of you squawking! But fine if you must insist on making a noise, then let it at least be a noise I want to hear too!" As he said this Shigaraki pressed his weight down upon Dito where he was straddling him, letting his fingers splay out around their throat, giving it a small squeeze, testing the cartilage and muscle before wrapping his other hand around it too. He wasn't exactly throttling Dito, they had room to breathe and talk, though there was some restriction, more like a promise if he continued.
There was something else promised just then too, in the form of Shigaraki bulging in his trousers where he pressed against Dito. Unbeknownst to Shigaraki of course, after all, awkward boners weren't exactly something he was used to getting.
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"N-nhh--" Almost as if on instinct, Dito's hips rose, pressing against Shigaraki's either in an attempt to chase that warmth or try to buck him off-- it could easily have been either. "Is this what you wanted to hear, my lord? Does this excite you, having your underling at your mercy? Knowing that all it'd take is one tiny bit of pressure to make me writhe? You think you're in control, but you're not. You're a slave to your own desires, just like everyone else. Just like me."
He gave Shigaraki no reaction time. Quick as a striking snake his hand darted around the other man's head, fingers fisting deep into the pale white hair hard enough to hurt. Spots formed in Dito's vision as he leaned into Shigaraki's grip, raising his upper body upwards to slam their mouths together in a harsh and bruising kiss.
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His nimble fingers, all four, and both thumbs wrapped around Dito's throat as the other man spoke. Feeling the way his words vibrated against his palms, smoothing his fingertips across the soft, heated skin, watching in both disbelief and pleasure as his flesh refused to turn to dust. Grunting out a sound of disapproval as he caught what was being said to him, he was nothing like Dito, he was in full control of himself! OR well, he liked to think he was and he would have believed he was if he hadn't felt himself growing harder and throbbing when Dito's hips rose up to meet his.
Shigaraki almost yelped out then! As his hair was taken in hand, and his lips were captured in such a harsh kiss. He couldn't help his instincts to bite when he felt those warm, damp lips against his own thin, peeling ones. Teeth bearing down until he felt the heat of something wet, the taste of copper before letting go and smearing the blood between their lips. His fingers tightened for a moment then too, an act that was bound to make Dito's vision turn dark for a few fleeting seconds before he let up. Forgetting himself, where he was, who he was with, and what they were doing, Shigaraki let out a moan into the kiss, his teeth bumping into Dito's as his tongue savored the flavor of blood and saliva.
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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.
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Losing himself to the taste of blood, something he'd never really taken much notice of until now. It was like warm toffee with a hint of metal, but more than that, it tasted intimate- Like he was the only one able to draw such a flavour.
The moment he feels hands roaming up and under his shirt, Shigaraki squirms. No one has ever touched him, not like this, not ever. The warmth of Dito's hands, the callousness of his fingers, the way they spread out as if mapping every inch, every muscle. It causes him to gasp. "S-shut up, fool. Of course, I'm-- I... Of course, I'm--Ngh!" The sound that escaped his throat when that brave hand dared to slink down below his waistband.
There was no way to hide his erection, no way to hide the way precum had already made his tip damp and slick.
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The way he flushed and moaned when Dito's hand slipped below his waist only cemented that suspicion-- who else but a virgin would nearly come undone with just the slightest touch? Far from being annoyed or disgusted, Dito feels renewed heat travel throughout his body, causing his hips to twitch and his mouth to run dry. The idea of corrupting this already tarnished body even further was just too intoxicating to resist.
His fingers don't shrink from Shigaraki's skin, merely continues its descent past pelvis and pubis to the most sensitive part of him; where Dito is amused to discover the man's already rock-hard erection. He pauses his ministrations, gazing into Shigaraki's reddened face and lust-darkened eyes with a low and almost predatory chuckle.
"What did I tell you? People love to talk bullshit about virtue and heroism and purity, but they're all just denying the ugly depravity that lies within us all. No one has full control of their baser instincts, my lord. Not even you. You're just as much of a sick freak as everyone else. And deep down... you love it, don't you?"
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Shigaraki had no idea he was being thought of as something precious to be tarnished, he'd never been intensely fetishized like this before, it was all very new and honestly as well as exciting, and terrifying. He felt vulnerable. Usually when he felt like this, he'd be able to decay whoever was making him feel so weak, and yet he didn't want to snuff Dito out. Not yet anyway.
Why was he stopping? What did he stop for? The frustration and mild confusion danced across Shigaraki's pale brow when Dito's crafty hands ceased their teasing. He couldn't hide the expression he made, hand tightening then letting go of Dito's throat as the other pressed- no, pawed at their chest, practically whining out a pathetic, needy sound.
"And if I do? So what. You're the one encouraging it. I think you take more pleasure in frustrating me than you do in anything else. Well congratulations, you've got what you wanted, haven't you? You know better than I do, all hail Dito, King of Forsight." He chided, feeling that it was easier to snap and complain than it was, to be honest. However, for all his petty words, his tone gave him away. Each word was strained by anticipation and muted pleasure. His hips twitched and pressed forward like he was desperate to have Dito's hand moving on him once more.
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"Ah, I get it. You're one of those types who blame everyone else for your own problems, yeah? That's fine. Maybe you're right and I am getting a rise out of teasing you. Or maybe I'm just trying to get you to acknowledge that you're not the one in control this time."
The Disciple grinned fearlessly into the other man's snarl, his body once again sliding slowly, tantalizingly against Shigaraki's hips. Another one of those low, satisfied chuckles pulsed in his throat as he saw Shigaraki's pupils dilate with both pleasure and frustration.
"So how about it, my lord? As your Disciple, I'm here to serve your every need. Your every need. All you need to do... is say 'please'."
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"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?"
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When next he spoke, Dito's voice was little more than a throaty murmur against the other man's lips, his tone filled with the coy smugness of a trainer who has broken a particularly wild horse: "Good boy~"
He didn't wait for Shigaraki's reaction. Dito's head dipped down, his mouth pressing against the pale flesh of the other man's neck-- flesh that was raised and raw from constant scratching. The Disciple's tongue slid against that rough skin, his throat vibrating with another one of those coquettish chuckles even as his hand once again slipped down Shigaraki's waist to grasp the man's cock. Pressing his body against his employer's, Dito's intelligent hand began working the throbbing member with all the skill of a sought-after courtesan, pausing every once and again to slide his thumb tantalizingly over the head.
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Groaning a sound of distaste in anticipation of whatever cocky shir Dito was about to spew at him upon dropping his guard and actually saying please like he did. But, what came out of the disciple's mouth was not what he was expecting, nor was the reaction it had on him. Good boy. Someone was actually calling him, Shigaraki, a good boy? Given the context too, it only heightened a sensation inside of him that had never come to light before. He wanted to be praised, to be called good and rewarded... What the fuck kind of sicko was he!?
Shivering at the sound of Dito's voice only to choke and splutter as those soft lips pressed against, arguably, some of the driest, sore skin on his withered body. "Oh fuck..." He whispered, moving his hips as he felt that skilled hand work him like a joystick. It's the subtle attention he pays to even just the head of his cock, feeling Dito's thumb smooth over a bead of precome, the slickness making that soft skin glide almost elegantly back down his stiffened shaft. Even Shigaraki isn't this nice to his own dick.
Feeling hips moving, fingers gliding, even just Dito's breath against him was doing more to work him up than any heated, filthy talking ever could, and frustration got the better of him. Letting go of Dito's hair, snaking his now trembling hand down their back, cupping him through his trousers as he slides his hand between them. So the little shit was just as excited as him huh? "Ugh How's this meant to go do? Are we fucking or are you just content to make me cream in my pants, huh?!"
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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?"
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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...
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"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?"
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"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.
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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.
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