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[helping_hands]

" W̶̧̡̱͉͉̜̺̞̿́̋͝ḣ̵͈̣̲̰̱̗̞̭ã̶̢͓͔̮̰̯̰̩͗͊̎̔̐̾ͅt̴̡̠̗̠̲͇͖̹̝̙̽̄̈́?̶̧̡̬̺̘̝͚͍͑ ̷̧̜̭͔͔͉̯͒͐̾̑͘W̸̨̻͛̇̿͂̒̐͒̈́h̸̰̤͖̪͎̏͌̈́͑́̓͐͜͜͝ò̸̙͇̘̖͈̩͐̌̓̔͐͝ ̷͎͓̟̠̽͋͑̋I̵̧͕̋̂͒̏̂̈́͠͝͝s̶̹͂͑̽͠ ̸̛̝͎͛̄̎T̷̢̖̠͇͔̠̪̳̗̞̾͘̕͘͠h̶̳͙̱̮͓̫̱̻̝͂̂̐i̷̭̺̽̅͋̃̀͑̉s̴̼̘͖̳̲͌̓́͒?̶̸̨̛̪̙̰̦̹̙̅̇͑̒̓̈́͘͠


H̵̝̤̪͇͈͓̒̒̓͛̇̌̾̿̚ͅò̸͉͕w̴̼͕̰̝̌ͅ ̵̢͚̝͒̓̒̏̄̾̃D̷̛̻̭̩̮͖̹̽͗͐ͅį̸̰̰͕̺̝̯̼̉͒̐̇͜ḏ̶̡̑̔̈́̆̆̔̈́̄͜͝͝ ̴̗̯͓͉̥͎̲̉̃͗̀Y̵̛̪͛̾͗o̴͕̮̜̦̭̭̙͎͆̃ͅu̷̫̘̹̮̼̫͋̊͑̄̎͊̓ ̴̛̮̩̘̆͐̏̍̈͘̕̕G̷̛͙̃̒͆́̽̇́̏e̶̠͔̅t̸͖̪̰̻̯̫̩̤̔̌͒͠͠ͅ ̵͎͓̏̒Ţ̶̫̠̱͔̅̉̀̈́́̑̍̑͝h̶̢̜̪͇̰̹̹̳͎̲̅ĩ̵̧͍͎̩̪̜̹̖̠̾̾ş̷̨͙̪͓͝ ̵̛̰̪̓͊̂̏̓̓̈́̚͝Ń̸͙̗̤̥̹͎̐̉͆̐̏̿̒͌̈́u̶̜̥̳̻̤̖͋̆̆͗̃̏̿̅m̷̼̙͓͎̬͔̦͚̍̾͌͌̔̓͘͝ͅb̷̰̐̏͊̓͝ȅ̵̹̙̩̪͙̗͚́̇̿́͘ŕ̵͙̽̄͆̓̉͗͆̂͠?̴͎̦̻̽͑̾̀͆̉̈́̌ͅ "

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[helping_hands]

As Dito set his hand up theirs, guiding his stroking grip, encouraging him to ease up the tightness with which his fingers wrapped around the smaller man's cock, all he could do was stare in a heated trance. Letting his fingers loosen up some and letting his wrist bend more than simply jerking his whole forearm up and down. It looked like it felt good if Dito's facial expression was to be believed.

He grunted, embarrassed at the noises that were being drawn out from him but afraid he'd say something dumb to kill the mood. Shigaraki grabbed Dito's free hand and raised it to his mouth, biting on his fingertips as if having something to focus his mouth on helped him concentrate. Pulling a face of disgust and mild shock, making a sound that reflected that too when he realised he could taste himself on Dito's fingers... He should have thought that through...

His hand fell back to his lap and as he now stroked Dito's chubby little cock more delicately, he took hold of his own. It was warm and damp, still thick and twitching with traces of his mess still clinging to the tip. Moving his hand to mimic the way Dito was guiding his other, sitting there, cold jizz sliding down his stomach, two hot cocks, one in each hand, and sticky fingers filling his mouth... All he could do was close his eyes and moan.

[syncopathic]

What Shigaraki lacked in experience, he made up for in his quickness to adapt. In spite of the man's antisocial tendencies, it was abundantly clear that he responded well to clear instruction and encouragement. It was almost charming, like a feral dog that still whined and play-bowed when presented with a ball, and that comparison coupled with Shigaraki's look of disgusted surprise as he tasted himself, caused Dito to huff out another breathless laugh.

"Haaah... looks like someone needs to work on his diet." His voice, though teasing, held no trace of his usual mockery. "That's all right, little neophyte. We'll cover all the basics in good... oh--"

He suddenly uttered a sharp cry, hips arching into Shigaraki's hand as the man's thumb suddenly slid over the head of his dick, causing white-hot pleasure to course through him like a bolt of electricity. The combined sensation of Shigaraki's clever fingers on his shaft and his own fingers inside the man's mouth-- shockingly and dirtily intimate-- was too much for Dito to withstand for long, and he finally let himself go. His hips bucked upward, spilling hot fluid into the other man's hand as his brain lost itself in the throes of his orgasm.