[Yeah, he'll be staying in his own world, thanks. Perhaps the labels of heroes and villains don't really work in a place that has its morals decided by a few individuals. But coming from the world Bakugou does, Five certainly fits within the label. Abusing someone just for the sake of abusing them, including mental/emotional manipulation, rape, exploitation, slavery, it's fucking disgusting. If she doesn't "understand" that, then she's fucking mental and shouldn't be in charge of another living person in the first damn place!
Maybe challenging Dito to come here had initially been with the intent of fucking. Now it's more a middle finger to Five. Whether they fuck or not, it's some time Dito can spend away from her and not deal with her bullshit.
As the other boy drops onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, Bakugou flips through a few more channels before turning the television off. Seen enough of that. Dito would probably end up falling asleep if he focused more on the television than him. And television's not why Bakugou got the room.]
There's a fucking surprise.
[Dito in a relationship? Even the short time knowing him makes the idea laughable. Plus Bakugou doesn't really like the idea of "a relationship" anyways. Too much a hassle and he's busy with other things in his life.]
[ Dito couldn't imagine himself in a "relationship" either. Not only does he not get the point, but they seem like a lot of unnecessary work, and he'd apparently have to care about someone else, which is just completely inconceivable. At least he knows how to get out of one. The answer is obviously "fight to the death so your ex doesn't try to burn your apartment down".
He looks up at the sudden request, then gives Bakugou a questioning look. See what now? ]
Injury?
[ Literally the only mark on his body? Yeah, probably that. Dito doesn't count it as an injury, and has mostly forgotten it's even there despite it being made relatively recently, so it took him a second. ]
Why do you want to see that?
[ That's confusing. It's not that interesting, being mostly a teeth-shaped bruise, fairly new, though the actual bite imprints already faded away hours ago. Hopefully the rest of it will be heading that way sooner than later. Of all the things to want to see.
But he has no reason to refuse, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing the towel down to expose his hip (and part of his ass, because why bother being all shy and careful about it?). ]
[They're definitely a lot of work. Unnecessary is arguable. Bakugou finds the fluff and sappy crap people put into a relationship a pain in the damn ass. Having to share his life with someone else, time, schedule, energy, resources, has never been big allure for him. But he's young, has focused most of said young life on becoming a hero. Relationships are something to think about later. Or get railroaded by without his consent or preparation...
Seriously? Bakugou gives Dito a dry look.]
Someone took a fucking chomp out of you; how do you miss that?
[Granted it's not gushing blood or anything and who the fuck knows if maybe it's some Nordic marking that's supposed to be there. But he saw it. Don't make him grab and yank the damn towel off. Cause he will if he has to.]
Just do it.
[He doesn't have to (want to) explain why he gives a shit! Luckily Dito doesn't protest further and Bakugou turns around on the bed to sit crosslegged beside him while the other boy tugs his towel down enough to show it. He rests his fingers on the bruised skin, careful and explorative, brushing at what probably used to be indentation. Skin's not broken, not bleeding, only discolored, and he's pretty sure Dito either doesn't feel the tenderness of the injury or isn't showing he does. Guess he'll favor this side tonight. Just a little.
Bakugou spreads his fingers, sliding them from the bruise to the small of Dito's back before pressing down in a firm massage.]
[ Dito would really just find all the fluff and sap nauseating. He honestly can't imagine how anyone puts up with it. Thankfully it's not likely something he'll ever have to deal with. Even people who can put up with him will probably need a break at some point, and certainly no one will ever want to get that close to him.
The look he's given is returned with one of confusion, because what did he do now!? It's not bloody or even painful, so it's not an injury! Or at least, he must be justified in not immediately thinking of it as such. At least he did get it pretty quickly. ]
Yeah. Well. It happens.
[ With a shrug, he then folds his arms and rests his head on them, letting Bakugou poke and do whatever it is he wants to do, still perplexed over the whole thing. There really isn't any pain that he can't handle, and by the time he does start to feel he'd rather the prodding stop, it does without him having to say anything. Lucky. ]
I guess. I don't stay marked up for long because - [ With a deep frown, he just flat out refuses to say anything about his Intoner or her preferences. Even just that thought annoys him. ]
What the hell are you doing now?
[ It's... not a bad feeling, but why is it happening, and what does it have to do with how fast he heals? Should he be concerned? ]
[Something they can also agree on. Bakugou at least sees how some people would like it, but those people are fucking weird and he doesn't want compatibility with them. Definitely understands the notion of people wanting a Dito-break after the things this guy says and does. He's prickly in different kind of ways than Bakugou is.
IT'S A FUCKING INJURY EVEN IF IT'S SMALL, DAMMIT!! That's just how biology works! Granted he'll give Dito the silent credit of not thinking the thing was an injury. At least not one he should be concerned about. Same as Bakugou will try to walk off a broken leg and claim he's fine and can handle it if it means not appearing weak to someone with him. Stubborn pride to a stupid fault.]
You normally fight things that bite you?
[Maybe he shouldn't be asking questions about this. He doesn't prod enough to aggravate the bruise, showing some obvious knowledge about how to handle an injury. But since it's not a problem, guess he'll move onto something else. Since Dito's lying here with that stupid towel provocatively resting right shy under the curve of his ass. Bakugou works on the spread of his back muscles, radiating from his spine outward towards his obliques in firm, measured motions.
[Bakugou understands immediately what Dito had been about to say regarding the Bitch and his healing. More than happy not to give her any fucking second of their time because fuck you, Bitch.
The only remaining problem is Bakugou's split on how to proceed. On the one hand, he doesn't want to order Dito around in bed, since he's assuming that's how the Bitch does it. On the other hand, he doesn't want Dito thinking he's weak or pitying him by straight up surrendering control to the spearsman.]
Yeah, I do. Well, they try. I'm usually pretty good at avoiding it. Midgard is a dangerous place, you know.
[ Which is exactly why it seems like the most ridiculous idea to go literally anywhere without a weapon. Although, yes, he has learned to maybe ask or something next time he's invited someplace unfamiliar. It appears that Bakugou is heading down a track of expecting that the "injury" was made by some kind of creature, and Dito doesn't even have to lie when he answers, though the monsters he usually finds himself up against are much, much too large to make that mark. Still, hopefully his answer is enough to just leave it there. Since the poking at it moves on, he already starts putting it out of mind again, instead focusing on the suspiciously timed "massage".
He knows what a massage is. But of course he's tense, that being a general thing with him, but also it just sort of came out of nowhere, accompanying a random notice of how fast he heals. Naturally he's going to wonder how these things go together, and there doesn't appear to be any good way for that to work out. As Bakugou continues, however, he does start to relax, realizing that maybe he was overthinking a bit. And it is pretty nice. Really nice, actually. No, he's not going to say so, instead just confirming with some kind of noise that sounds something like a quiet "...oh."
It is kind of comfortable, and he might even fall asleep, but the next question mostly brings him back. ]
I'm leaving it to you.
[ And it receives a quick and easy answer. He has no problem with letting his preference be known, whether it makes him look weak or not. And he really doesn't mind if something happens that's happened at home as well. To him, it just demonstrates that there are situations in which something he hated could be done properly, in a way he can enjoy it. That is always a positive.
...He's also very lazy. Leave as little up to him as possible, please. ]
Right, because you normally walk around with a spear attached to your hip in a peaceful place.
[Totally a stylistic choice, not out of necessity or anything. It makes sense why Dito would carry a spear in that case. Most heroes don't exactly wander out unarmed either, though their Quirks make it nigh-impossible to anyways. Bakugou may be a loud asshole, but he's not stupid and is pretty insightful, ironically. Not wanting to bring this time down any more than it has to, he skips past that potential issue and focuses on getting his hands on Dito. They met up for a certain reason after all.
Hey, it's not suspiciously timed! It's called changing course! Dito's lying there looking like a damn pillow princess and Bakugou's not about to straight up go down on him right away. At least not until he made sure he wasn't going to aggravate a previous injury.
Considering his Quirk and his heroics, Bakugou's all too aware of what a good massage can do for someone. Dito could serve to loosen up despite the way he carries himself as a smug, snarky bastard. Hearing that soft noise is as good as agreement for him and the blonde proceeds further up, working around Dito's middle back. Fingers, palms, and the heels of his hands put the most work in, alternating pressure and sliding motions to reach muscles and sinew in a quiet, thorough touch.
There's the answer to his question. Bakugou's no one to second guess himself or others, expecting them to think it over and give him an answer, quick and final. Their choice, his acceptance, move forward. He doesn't have time for people who change their minds or dawdle over options. So Dito's choice is good. Quick and final. Means Bakugou can go forward without doubts.
No, doesn't make Dito look weak. Contrary, it tells the blonde what the guy wants and that's good for him. Ironically that's a fairly mature outlook from the smaller boy. If Bakugou could read his mind. And no, he doesn't want to. (He's giving Dito the benefit of the doubt in the lazy category... prick.) With an easy tug, he pulls the towel off from Dito's waist and moves to straddle his thighs, giving himself a better vantage point to work the massage over his back.]
Actually, I would. You never know when that peaceful place suddenly won't be.
[ It just makes sense to him! He gets how things work here, so that's no longer a problem, but he still feels that way.
They did meet up for a certain reason, but damned if Dito isn't just generally having a pretty good time. Even with all the sniping and snapping back and forth. Or maybe especially because of it. In fact, if he'd shown up and for whatever reason Bakugou ended up being all coddling and sweet to him, he would've left in disgust long ago, possibly after some amount of violence. But although he is already enjoying himself, he's certainly not planning to back out of the initial agreement. That's part of it too, and it's just nice that it's part of what's apparently turning out to be a whole goddamn vacation.
Suspiciously-timed enquiries aside, he got to have a nice hot shower without anyone trying to lick him and without only some berry-smelling shit to wash with, and now a pretty great massage that, yes, he really does need. He actually hasn't really ever received one, because who's going to give him one? He's only even learned the basics himself, as he couldn't be bothered to do any more than that, so not only is he basically melting into the bed, making quiet little noises stemming from the pleasurable feeling, he's doing so in a somewhat impressed way. ]
Where'd you even learn to do all of this?
[ Impressed and surprised, actually, because just why is Bakugou so good at this? It doesn't seem like something he'd take up studying. Although, honestly, it could just be the most mid massage ever, and Dito wouldn't know.
Having given his answer, he's content to just let things go as they will. Lazy or not, of course he means to contribute, though right now all he can do is lie where he is and let Bakugou massage. He's not even sure he has muscles anymore, so it's pretty much a miracle when he manages to shift his weight enough that the towel can be pulled free, and then again when he's settled on, just to adjust. ]
[Given what Dito's mentioned about the place he comes from. Even if it's stupid to be doing that in Japan. Maybe he can get some kind of collapsible one? Who knows. Not something to dwell on now that he's got Dito resting on the bed and surprisingly seeming to enjoy himself under the ministrations.
Despite the argumentative way they met up and the challenge prompting their in-person meet, Bakugou doesn't find himself disliking the time spent so far. Dito's got a way with pissing him off and needling him, in a fashion the blonde isn't fond of since the smaller boy seems to be so damn skilled at getting a rise out of him... but it's better than being a fucking spineless bore. He would've yelled and left already had that been the case.
Good thing they both have no intention of missing out on the reason they came together in the first place. Bakugou's certainly not a nice enough guy to give every partner a massage or preparation before shoving it in, but he can do what he fucking wants if the other guy's down for it.
Those quiet little noises are some smug rewards in their own right and Bakugou smirks down at the smaller boy as he continues the massage. Finishing with his lower back and middle, he moves his hands up to Dito's shoulder blades and upper back. Heel of his palms down the sides of his wing bones, avoiding pushing down on the angular bones proper, he encourages the muscles radiating from them to relax and stretch as he grinds his hands carefully along the sinew and tissue. Bakugou uses his fingertips to both guide his palms' path via leading "lines" ahead of them, then apply gentler points of pressure once he's done with the full press. Alternating before harder presses and lighter motions to reach some of those deeper pressure points and tissues before easing up again. He gets a few nice pops off Dito's spine towards his nape and between his shoulder blades. Heh, those sounded good...]
A few classes, mostly self-learning. [Internet articles, movies, books, training modules. You know, that kind of shit. Isn't going to mention his parents work in the fashion industry and that sometimes bleeds over into fitness... He mostly does it for his heroics and personal fitness / self-care.] My Quirk puts pressure on my arms, shoulders, and upper back. I'm not gonna rely on other people to do it for me.
[Might as well offer that information for the fuck of it. Dito would likely figure that information out after a minute or two of sparring with Bakugou. He seems like a sharp guy if he's kept as a warrior as well.]
[ Dito is actually caught off guard with the agreement. Yes, he'd thought it was a great point, but it was the same point he'd had since the beginning, even if he hadn't phrased it exactly that way. Maybe that's the difference. If only he'd known earlier; it would have saved so much time. He just doesn't have actual conversations with many people, and he knows Bakugou isn't stupid. That would lead to him erroneously thinking he's saying enough that more information can just be taken away from it. Whatever it is, he finds that he doesn't have to make another argument, then, and it's easily dropped in favor of focusing on the surprisingly pleasant activity he's found himself wrapped up in.
It has quickly become an unfortunate habit for Dito to automatically pick the response he's sure or at least hopes will piss Bakugou off the most explosively. It's just so entertaining and easy to do. He's like a cat who sees your cup literally teetering on the edge of the table. How can he ignore that!? It's also a good way to keep from having to hold proper conversations, which is how Bakugou ended up knowing so much more about Dito than most people do, since he somehow put up with the bullshit long enough to ask questions Dito had no reason not to answer sincerely.
Thankfully Dito has no reason to talk about much at the moment, though. It is good that Bakugou regards the noises he does make as rewarding, because there are a lot of them, and he doesn't feel compelled in the slightest to make any attempt to quiet them. If he wasn't meant to enjoy the massage, all of the effort being put into it would be extremely, unexplainably strange. And if he's enjoying himself, why hide it? If only he'd learned more about massage, he'd be able to appreciate it technically as well, but at least that isn't necessary. ]
Hey, that reminds me. What the hell happened to your back?
[ Well, mention of "quirks" made him think of fighting, which led him to remember seeing those wounds. It's a meandering train of thought, but now he's curious again. ]
[Some things aren't worth arguing about. Especially when it's a proven point. Just like Bakugou didn't tell Dito it was snowing here, Dito didn't say he was coming from some damn monsters-may-attack-anytime place. Not that either of them really thought to give a fucking rundown of their homes. And phrasing's also important! Sheesh. He doesn't read people's minds to get what they want to say behind their fucked-up words while they say it. Bitching at Dito about it any further is pointless though. Bakugou would rather focus on what's going on now.
Specifically what's under his hands and between his legs. Dito may look like a waifish kid, but he's got a toned body from all that fighting. Even if he is lazy. Not the defined musculature that Bakugou's used to seeing with a lot of the heroes around Japan, but nice regardless.
Hmph, this brat picks at him enough, he's going to blow up and send him flying through a damn wall. Doesn't seem to be the idea here, what with the relative piece between the two boys at the moment. Bakugou finishes up with Dito's shoulder blades and upper back, so he moves onto his shoulders, trape, and nape proper. Hands cup the rounds of Dito's shoulders, massaging the muscle and bone joint there, then drag to the side with added pressure along the smaller boy's trape, before reaching up the side of his neck and onto the nape. Bakugou avoids too much weight here, not wanting to incite a headache.
He brushes the longer parts of Dito's hair away from his neck so he can work without interruption. Tch, they're not even having sex yet and Dito sounds like he's halfway there. Thanks to the experience so far, he's left wondering if the guy's doing it on purpose to be an asshole... or if it really does feel that good. Given the tension in his muscles and sinew, he's leaning towards the latter, but dubiously eyeing the former.]
Some fucking villain skewered me during a war. [One through the shoulder and one through the lower side of his torso. Does he really want to admit he got those scars due to instinctively knocking his childhood best friend out of the way of said skewers? ... Nope. Personal information.] I'm gonna pay him back a million times next time I see his damn face.
[ Perhaps it's just that all involved need to work on communication skills, though that's very likely just a very, very far-off fantasy.
Dito works incredibly hard to be sure not to gain any muscle. It really is one of the things he hates most, though obviously if there are other qualities in play, he can be persuaded to overlook it on others. For himself, though... he'd rather just die. It is a physique that is surprisingly difficult to manage, too, especially since his work takes him hiking up mountains, and fighting ogres and giant cerberuses. Cerberi? Which leads to him being very thin and... dense. Almost as if the muscles just fold inward as they develop so they don't make their owner angry. Maybe that's why he's in such dire need of a massage. Or was, anyway. At the moment, he has literally never been more relaxed in his life. And he does, in fact, know exactly what he sounds like, but he doesn't care. Really, that's also part of why he doesn't bother trying to stifle the noise, so it's a bit of a mixture of both options. It's definitely that good, but he really could tone it down at least somewhat, but instead opts to let it go in the opposite direction unchecked every time.
However great it is, though, he's absolutely not halfway anywhere. He not quite that easy. ]
...Yeah?
[ His breathing may or may not have just sped up juuuust a little. It's not subtle, but if Bakugou is at all surprised by what Dito says next, he hasn't been paying one iota of attention. ]
A million times, huh? What's your plan for that? You know, I actually don't even know what you can do, exactly.
[ So maybe tell him all about it. In detail. The bloodier the better. ]
[Bakugou? Poor communication and interpersonal skills? Ha! He communicates with other people extremely easily. DO IT SHUT UP AND DIE!! See? ... Yeah, it's the furthest fantasy.
Dito is a strange contrast. Physically, Bakugou would expect a warrior and sex slave to need a stronger body. Both to battle opponents (or monsters) and the keep the stamina/strength going for a fuck. Unless Five really just wishes Dito was a girl or something... But somehow, this guy's managed to stubbornly keep himself soft. He can feel the hints of strength beneath smooth skin and that toned aspect from activity, but... tch, whatever. Guess that's where Dito being a lazy ass comes in. He's going to massage him anyways because one, he's already started, and two, the brat feels good regardless.
At least he's not a fat blob.
Might be turning into a melted one with the way his body's relaxing like this. Leaving his neck and shoulders behind, Bakugou takes one of Dito's arms in hand, giving at least a verbal comment he's going to work on it now. Some warriors have issues with people just grabbing their hands. Who knows with this spear-happy brat.]
Get him in my hands and splatter him all over the fucking ground. [No, he's not surprised at the question. Dito's violent side wasn't hard to notice. He weighs the option for a moment, then rests Dito's arm across his back, giving his shoulder a nice stretch since it's already goo. Bakugou leans forward, resulting in his dick nestling between Dito's ass cheeks, and props a hand on the bed beside the disciple's head to brace himself. While lowering the other one on the opposite side so Dito can watch.]
Like this. [There's the briefest of sparks above Bakugou's upturned palm before "BOOM!" a basketball-sized explosion detonates in his hand, light and smoke coming along with the noise and concussive force. The scent of smoke and a lace of burnt sugar follow.] Over and over and over.
[ Five apparently just really wished he was a small boy... for whatever reason. But even without her influence, Dito would still have an intense aversion to muscles (he's pretty sure). He'd never bother putting in so much work to do something just for her sake, after all. At best he does the bare minimum to keep her happy whenever possible.
No, he's genuinely incredibly happy with his body, looks-wise. The muscles are there, currently kneaded into pudding, allowed to exist and even grow as long as he doesn't see them. He's never had any trouble in a fight, and definitely no complaints in bed. Well, some, but that's more related to the whole "bare minimum" plot, which leads to Five mistaking his extreme lack of enthusiasm and willfulness to get it all over as fast as possible as a stamina problem that she requests he take steps to correct. As a result, he really could go all night, overnight and possibly late into the next morning, should Bakugou wish to test him.
Having his arm taken is a bit surprising. He didn't get that far in his own lesson, of course. But despite appreciating the warning, there isn't really much he could do about it anyway. His spear is somewhere across the room, and he isn't in the most optimal position to get fighty. Not that it matters. If it was anyone else, he would have been concerned that there was some sudden attempt at hand-holding afoot, but here he's quite unalarmed about letting his arm be manipulated in whatever way Bakugou sees fit.
Besides, he's soon extremely distracted by the description relayed to him. It's short, but he can picture it so vividly, his breath halts as he runs his tongue across his lips. Those cheeks become a warmer cushion due to the heat spreading through his body, his hips shifting in a slight writhing motion, and he's already aroused enough that it's almost uncomfortable to lie in that position before he even gets to see the neat demonstration of Bakugou's magic.
It's startling, to say the least, though his eyes remain fixed even as he jerks back from the close-by large explosion out of reflex. ]
Holy shit. Fuck, that's hot. I bet you could completely just tear him the fuck apart...
[Five's a fucked up bitch. Even if he doesn't know a lot about Dito, Bakugou already wants to get him out from under his mistress' command. No one should be forced into slavery, regardless of what free time the disciple gets. That intent's for another time. Bakugou's not one to charge into a situation without preparation or planning. Though he's good at doing both of those very quickly, making it seem like he's just charging in.
Not that he knows this, but Bakugou would condone Dito's deliberate lack of effort in bed as a form of petty revenge and understood middle finger to the broad domineering him. As his fingers find hidden sinew under soft skin, the blonde figures Dito's got stamina enough to go a while. Mostly due to that spear, the information blip on monsters in his realm, and Five's demanding childish nature. Will he want to go all night to morning? Fuck no. Sleep's nice. But he could go a few rounds. Dito doesn't seem like he sucks. Just potentially a pillow princess.
Conversely, Bakugou notes Dito may have one arm pressed against his lower back, but his other one's free and able to ram an elbow backwards towards his head with a simple roll or twist. Hence the quiet comment. That's all. No hand-holding to be concerned about either. He doesn't do that crap. Well, he will once he gets to massaging Dito's hand, but that's a different kind of non-sappy hand holding. More on that later, when he's not showing Dito his Quirk.
Bakugou isn't sure if he's weirded out or amused at feeling Dito's body heat up when the conversation shifts to violence. Great, is this a guy who ends up with a boner mid-battle? He rolls his hips a little, lazily rubbing his soft dick against Dito's ass for no reason other than to mess with them both during the chat. And maybe to be a brat himself by pressing the smaller boy's dick against the sheets below. See if Dito can focus on the demonstration of his Quirk at the same time.
He tugs his head back to avoid getting clunked in the jaw by Dito reflexively jerking away from the explosion. As the smoke drifts from Bakugou's fingers and palm, he lets a few smaller explosions pop and burst above his hand like a miniature firework display. If by "fireworks" you mean akin to someone throwing a bunch of tiny grenades into the air. No pretty colors or streamers, but the detailed work and "bb-bpt b-boom" noises show off his talent. Mass destruction, light source, noise distraction, smoke screen, propulsion and mobility, burning and blinding, he's got a very flexible Quirk with lots of application. And he's quite proud of it, considering he's willing to pause a sexual massage to show off.]
No shit. That's the fucking idea. [Though he's not an idiot. Shigaraki, with All for One and all those bodily modifications, all those Quirks... it's going to take more than sheer power and drive to tear him the fuck apart. Not something he needs to bother Dito with. That's Bakugou's world's war/threat.]
[ If Dito could leave his Intoner, he would do it in half a heartbeat. But as he's pointed out, the only likely way for that to happen would probably be if she was dead. Otherwise, even if he did manage to leave, she could just call him back to her side. And he'd go, unable to resist. His lack of effort could definitely partly be revenge and a metaphorical middle finger to his annoying boss, but it's mostly just that he really, really, really, really does not want to be there. At all. But he's not there now, so he's not going to think about it, which is very easy with everything that's going on.
Sleep is pretty nice. And it does happen to be one of Dito's favorite activities since it doesn't require him to do anything but lie there. But he can sleep at anytime, so he's truly prepared to go as long as Bakugou wants to. Still, he won't be turning down an opportunity to nap peacefully on such a comfortable bed, of course. At some point he should probably find out how long he's allowed to stay considering just how well he expects to sleep tonight or whenever.
How inconvenient would it be if he actually got turned on in the middle of a fight? Thankfully, he doesn't have that problem. It's not really the violence itself that's getting him all hot and bothered, but the outcome. He does enjoy violence and bloodshed enough to get excited about it, but that's a different kind of excitement. That's just pure deranged joy and delirious happiness there. But what he's able to picture from what Bakugou tells him is more of a bloody dismembering, skin being stripped off - or burned off, whatever - leaving the muscles and veins and everything underneath visible and pulsating as the body tries to continue to work. Once it dies, well... that does nothing for him, but even just talking about murdering the hell out of whoever Bakugou's vowing revenge on allows his mind to pause at that beautiful, delicious step in the middle, and that is why he's absolutely drifting out into a little fog of bliss as he listens, watching those little explosions and feeling Bakugou rubbing against him. If Bakugou was worried about the noises Dito was making before, he should be very concerned now, especially with at least one of them being a distinct moan as he squirms. ]
I... What? [ Was Bakugou saying something else? He tries to pay attention, taking a deep breath. ] ...Yeah, I guess so.
[One day, hopefully, Dito can get free of that bitch. In the meantime, if he can while away a few escapes out here to Bakugou's world, and enjoy himself, that's a swell consolation prize. Massage, sex, food, maybe a knife or two...
Bakugou's not someone to coddle another person and do sweet things for them just to make them feel better. Gross. And he'll even tell people to suck it up and do something they don't want to if it's better for them to do it (not that he's at all great with taking that "advice" himself). But with Dito? Yeah, no one should be forced into that kind of life. This brat better come by and tell him if he ever gets free. Simple as that.
Wow, the laziest guy on the planet likes to sleep. What a surprise. Guess that's one thing they can agree on, since Bakugou routinely gets teased by his friends for being an "old man" because he goes to bed on time like a fucking responsible human being. The hell's wrong with sleeping from 10 till 5:30? He might be retired to his room by nine to get away from his annoying classmates, but he's not sleeping at fucking 8pm or something. Anyways, he'll be sleeping tonight after sex and a shower. If it's next to Dito, cool.
Bakugou's more about the violence, throwing himself into battle and enjoying the rush and thrill of claiming his victory. Of course he demands to win, being a sore loser in anything and having the skill and power to be victorious at almost every encounter or challenge brought to him. But he works hard for that victory, despite his natural prowess and power. The resulting win is worth all the effort.
He tilts his head to the side a bit, slightly unnerved that it's the talk about blowing up his enemies that gets Dito making those kinds of noises even more. But at least he's gotten the idea that's this guy's thing, so... He presses forward again, actively grinding against Dito's ass as his own dick starts to harden thanks to the sounds the smaller boy's making and the feel of his cheeks gripping against the underside of his cock. Squirming brat, but a cute one.]
This really gets you off, huh... [He keeps the exploding hand out so Dito can watch as he uses his free hand to tug Dito's arm out from between them so he can lie down fully atop him. Hips grinding to ass, explosions popping nearby, Bakugou resumes the massage on Dito's arm, working over his biceps and elbow. Guess he'll mess with him three different ways.]
[ The longer he stays, the happier Dito is to contemplate visiting more, especially if he ends up getting spoiled like this at least some of the time. He's not greedy. He doesn't always need the massage. If he ever starts to harbor any suspicions of coddling, though, that would be the last time Bakugou ever heard from him. But as things are, he has no reason not to come by if he ever finds a way to get out of his situation at home.
Dito may really enjoy his sleep, but who goes to bed at 10!? Although, maybe if Dito had his own room, he'd be asleep by 10 too... But tonight? He doesn't even anticipate being done by 10, and will probably complain a lot if such a thing seems to be in danger of occurring. Complain and make notes in order to send annoying texts about it later. ...Actually, that might almost make it worth it.
Almost.
To Dito, violence is still pretty great, of course. It just doesn't turn him on. And he'd rather win only because losing generally means death and sometimes he actively tries to avoid that. When he's being covered in blood and surrounded by screams... yeah, he absolutely feels the need to keep on living just to be able to continue experiencing that. He starts to wonder just how bloody things can get with the other's magic as he shows it off, deciding that one day he'll have to convince Bakugou to give him a real demonstration.
That's not happening now, however. He's nowhere near feeling like putting in the effort to put together any actual words, especially not when he's unfolded again only to be triply bombarded (ha) with completely different sensations. ]
Mmh.
[ It's some kind of attempt at a response, anyway, which Bakugou is lucky to get. He could reply, but his answer has got to be clear enough in the sounds he continues to make as his eyes squeeze shut to the sound of those explosions and the manner in which he lifts his hips from the bed what small amount he's able in order to purposefully grind back in a slow, deliberate motion. ]
[Some of the time. Dito's smart. Bakugou would never pamper the guy, and a pissed-off explosion would be the result if Dito showed up expecting to be spoiled whenever he's with the blonde. At the same time, Bakugou's bad about getting help, compliments, or gifts from other people, so Dito's safe from any potential thought he might need to reciprocate. If they ever cross his mind. All this really is is an escape for both of them from life/home stress.
NORMAL PEOPLE GO TO BED AT 10, DAMMIT!! He gets up at 5:30 am to do his workout and prepare for the day, so that's the proper 7 - 8 hours of sleep most medical society says is the best amount for your health! Jeeze! Who the fuck thinks constant sleep deprivation is a GOOD thing?! ... Such is the rage bomb Bakugou has dropped on classmates who tease him about his sleeping habits. Though tonight, he's not planning on sleeping at 10. Fuck, sleeping before midnight's probably not happening at all. He's still human with a libido.
Regardless, should Bakugou and Dito ever get into a battle together, there's going to be at least one time that the blonde's eyes are gonna flick to the smaller boy's hips. Just to check. Prove it. His delight over violence and gore will weird him out, but depending on how that's managed, they'll likely make for a good team. Bakugou talks a big talk, but actually doing the splattering he threatens? ... Yeah, Dito's going to be disappointed in him.
Bakugou slides his hand down Dito's forearm, curling his fingers from the back to the inside in a gentle twist to stretch his skin and draw his muscles along the bone. He also focuses on Dito's elbow and wrist, massaging the joints to check for any pains or tension before moving on. Bombardment continues.
There's no attempt to drag more words out of him. He doesn't like a lot of chatter anyways. As Dito's eyes close and his hips start to move against his own, Bakugou responds with similar motions. Curling his hips a bit to start actively thrusting his entire length through the soft crevasse of Dito's ass. His head catches against the smaller boy's entrance, smearing a bit of precum over the puckered ring before skimming past and pushing up to the cleft of his ass again.]
[ Honestly, Dito just considers spending time with someone he doesn't hate who actually gives a shit about whether they're doing something he actually likes and wants to do as close to being spoiled. The part where he's actively being made to feel this good, however it happens, is where it spills over to actual spoilage. So no, he's not expecting anything special out of Bakugou, and he doesn't even expect any of this every time. In fact, he would likely be just as pissed off if it seemed like anything weird was up on any of his visits.
Not going to bed at grandpa hours isn't the same as being sleep deprived! It just means sleeping in until later in the day when possible, which people can do when they don't have to get up for school. Besides, there are way more important things to worry about in Midgard, like not dying of a stubbed toe, trying not to get caught up in a magical battle, and hoping the Intoner in charge of your town doesn't randomly decide to torture you to find out where to pick a tasty mushroom. Dito wouldn't actually make fun of Bakugou, though. Sleep at any time is pretty great, and as long as it's not going to interfere with this particular evening, he doesn't actually care when the other decides to set his bedtime.
Whether or not they'd make a good team on the battlefield is more up in the air. Despite his sadistic streak, Dito's enemies are usually opposing armies and monsters. The innocent generally get left alone. So that might align with Bakugou's morals okay. However, the giggling when he's splattered with blood? Possibly disturbing as hell. However, there will be nothing to check on! He really doesn't like the violence in that way.
Of course that would likely be very difficult to convince anyone of at the moment due to his reaction the conversation and the sound of the explosions. His own sounds grow more muffled as he ends up biting his lip despite his breathing growing heavier. He was a little concerned with what he could feel rubbing against his ass before, but now he's much more pleased with its growth and hardness, keeping his hips moving in rhythmic fashion just high enough off the bed that he isn't uncomfortably squished, and yet there's still some friction against the sheets.
He's more than content to continue on like this until Bakugou decides he's done squeezing his arms, but that little bump and poke up against his entrance introduces just a bit of impatience for more. At least enough that he manages to find just a few words in there somewhere. ]
[Depends on what his definition of "weird" is. If Dito just wants to show up for a fuck and comfy sleep, fine, but there's more in Japan than only that. And hell if Bakugou doesn't think the other boy isn't going to get curious about his activities when in the future, inevitably, Dito will find himself calling Bakugou during a bad time. "Bad" meaning the blonde's in a battle or something and the conversation keeps getting interrupted. Then again, Dito's lazy, so perhaps he won't care to find out or join in or explore. Who the hell knows. Heroes and villains in Bakugou's world likely operate very differently than the clashing factions in Midgard.
Those are all thoughts barely on the peripheral of Bakugou's mind as the majority is taken up by the sensations pinging off in different realms. The scent of Dito's hair is only somewhat covered by the shampoo he'd used, carrying a unique element he can't place, but figures it's from what world the guy came from. The feeling of his arm beneath his hand continues feeding into his mind, from how smooth his skin is to the supple flexibility of his fingers as Bakugou laces his own between them for a quick squeeze. Mostly so he can get his fingertips digging into the top of Dito's palm for a grip-styled massage. Slow rolls of his hips against his own, ass rubbing along Bakugou's dick, his back pressing to the blonde's chest and stomach, all of it mingling with Dito's noises.
Listening to the smaller boy's voice grow heavier and needy kicks his own arousal up again. He's making a mess of Dito's ass by now, precum smearing between his cheeks and occasionally dripping onto the cleft of his ass or dripping down his taint towards Dito's balls. Back and forth, rutting his full length between the soft rounds, testing his own patience each time his tip skims across the clenching dent of Dito's hole. It's even better with the guy moving to accent his own motions. Working together to rile themselves up.
Until that final break when Dito manages out a few words and Bakugou's patience snaps. He can finish up the massage later, get his other arm, his legs, his front another time.] Finally.
[Maybe he was waiting to see if Dito's patience ran out, see when he'd want it enough to say it. Or Bakugou was being a completionist focusing on the foreplay and massage until it got to be too much. But now his hand captures Dito's wrist, the explosions in his free hand abruptly flaring into louder, larger blasts as Bakugou lifts his hips and angles his dick down to push between Dito's cheeks. Takes a few seconds to aim himself and slide along his skin since he's not bothering to use his hand to guide his cock to the other boy's entrance. But soon enough his head catches on that tight ring and Bakugou presses down slowly, but firmly. He can bitch about lack of prep later.
Right now, Bakugou's way more caught up in the feeling as his dick pushes into Dito's body, stretching his muscle around his head and spreading him open under a glaze of precum until that soft 'pop' makes him-] Fuck [-as his glans shoves through Dito's hole and sinks inside him. Warm...]
[ Weird, of course, is all that sappy crap Bakugou is incredibly unlikely to get up to anyway. So really, there's nothing to worry about. There is a chance Dito might become curious about whatever Bakugou's involved in if he's bored enough when that situation arises, but as he's already pointed out, he's not going to get involved in someone else's fight to help them. If there's a possibility he'll get to kill a bunch of people without getting too hurt, though... he's definitely there. Dito really doesn't like the idea of getting injured, after all. Mostly because it'd mean scars and other disfigurements he'd rather die than deal with. He really is quite vain in a strange way. He doesn't stand around admiring himself in a mirror, and doesn't even really think he's that attractive. He just has standards of what he wants to look like and will do anything he can to achieve and maintain them.
This doesn't extend to whatever his hair smells like. If he was asked what that scent is, he would have no idea whatsoever, though it probably is just what he always smells like. All he can smell is the sheets and pillows around his face, along with the somewhat bitter scent lingering from the explosions. He can tell his ass is just a wet mess by now, and there's no way he can explain why, but it only adds to his desire, driving him absolutely crazy. Did he just learn to like something new? That's something to contemplate later. At the moment he isn't conjuring up any deep thoughts on anything at all. Those few words he manages nearly take more effort than he's willing to spare, but the anticipation is becoming unbearable, especially with how vivid his imagination can be. When one's biggest fantasy is completely impossible to make real, one develops some intense skills to cope.
Dito has no idea how much more massage there was left, so he really did want to try to wait for it to end since it was so enjoyable. Maybe he can convince Bakugou to continue it later, but at least now he's more than relaxed enough that he barely even registers that there's no prep at all until Bakugou actually finds that little ring and begins to push against it. And even then, he can't bring himself to care very much just yet. His entire body just wants this, right now, so painfully enough that he's willing to basically just hope that it will be fine. Putting all of his conscious effort into remaining relaxed, he inches his knees a little further apart and angles his hips a bit better, holding his breath until finally he can feel Bakugou inside him. His fingers instantly curl as he lets out his breath in a moan, reflex causing him to immediately push back. ]
[Kill? No. Heroes don't kill. Yes, one or two have been forced into that situation, but it's nothing the heroes celebrate, and the public was extremely critical despite those idiots not realizing the sheer danger that one villain posed to all their lives, hero and the public together. Despite his vulgar words and murderous threats, Bakugou doesn't want to kill anyone literally. Yet seeing people criticizing a hero who was forced to kill in that specific situation to protect all of them, when they didn't even fucking bother to listen to his explanation... That's a hot-blooded discussion Bakugou might have with Dito at another point in time. Maybe if Dito wants to get his hands dirty taking out a bunch of clones or duplicates or some other kind of "unreal" person a villain brings out? Ah well, future them things. Bakugou would like to see Dito's skills and abilities, because he's a closeted nerd like that and finds it fascinating.
At least he can answer the question about why Dito's ass is a slick mess right now: Bakugou's been rutting between his ass cheeks for a good while and that's gonna make a wet glaze from the precum. It's not his damn fault the kid has a really nice ass! Plus the constant skin contact and the strange intimacy of the room makes for added arousal, something Bakugou's not going to try and contest. Especially when Dito's wrangling out some scant few words to demand going further. Hard to refuse that invitation when he knows full well the struggle to speak during moments like these.
Tight. That's what he is. Bakugou's breath catches slightly as Dito spreads open around him and then clamps down behind his head once it pops inside his ass. It's a mixture of a steady squeeze and the faint introduction of the other boy's heartbeats pounding through the walls of his ass and the slope of his back. Bakugou rests atop him as he starts to slowly lower his hips. He's not small by any means and he's conscious of the thickness spreading the other boy open the further in he goes. Taking it slow is difficult, when he wants to ram home balls deep without waiting, but he forces himself to take his time. Bakugou's breath comes in a light pant, a winded "heh" escaping when he feels Dito push his hips back against his own. He slides in another inch, quicker than the last thanks to that, and rests his chin over the other boy's shoulder. When Dito spreads his legs a little further, Bakugou rests one of his against the inside of the smaller boy's, the other content to remain on the outside and brace his knee against the bed.]
[ Dito isn't a hero and would never consider himself one. Probably has something to do with the whole not helping people thing. Also the fact that he's not only perfectly happy to kill whomever his enemy happens to be, he's disturbingly enthusiastic about doing so, especially if lots of blood is promised. He would be very disappointed to be told he's not allowed to kill anyone, and really probably shouldn't be allowed to even try to fight without doing so, in all honesty. However, if there did happen to be something he can kill, he'd be quite happy to show Bakugou his skills, provided there will be blood. If there isn't, then there's just no fun in doing it. It is definitely a conversation for later, as a lot of questions are certain to come up. Yes, of course he'll want to know about whatever happened with that particular hero killing someone. And maybe Bakugou can be assured that he doesn't get turned on by it.
He is turned on by the absolute mess Bakugou's managed to make, and at some point he's going to have to give that some real thought. Having experienced so much in his two years of existence, it's not often that Dito comes across something new that he finds he's into anymore. He doesn't usually like getting too dirty, mostly because all it means is extra cleaning, and that's where that laziness of his comes into play. So he's actually pretty surprised to discover this. Even if he can never figure out how to explain it, he's already sure he's going to have to find some way to make it happen again. Maybe even the next time the two of them find themselves together.
But that's next time. And this time isn't yet nearly over. This time has scarcely begun, even, though finally he's getting what can only be described as stuffed. Of course he's tight. No amount of relaxation is going to make up for basically no preparation. But he doesn't find it intolerable, especially as slowly as Bakugou moves. He wants nothing more than for Bakugou to completely fill him as fast and hard as possible, but he also forces himself to practice some amount of restraint and keep from pushing back too abruptly in order to make that happen. All that could possibly come from doing that now would be for both of them to end up hurt and that's no fun for anyone. Besides, the pacing gives him a chance to savor and appreciate the other's size and technique, listening to his breathing and enjoying the warmth of his body against his own sensitive skin. ]
Fuck yeah you do.
[ His back arches a little, only enough to keep his ass at an optimal angle without creating too much space between them as he voices his agreement in a quiet tone through shallow, quick breaths. ]
[From what he knows of Dito, he doesn't think the guy's hero material. Villain? No, not that either. Instead, he's a force all to his own. Shackled to some monster right now, but that obvious selfish, solo streak says a lot. Yeah, Bakugou would be concerned about Dito's blood-happy rampage churning up in a mission, so probably wouldn't think it's a good idea to invite him along. Sure, a part of him wants to, just to see the guy in action, but he's not an idiot. But that said, should those fucking Nomu turn back up, grotesque monsters stuffed with powerful Quirks and physically enhanced up the ass, damn right Bakugou'd be down for giving Dito the "go get 'em, brat" vote. Those things regenerate like fuck. (And he'd have no small sense of personal satisfaction watching those monsters get fucked up.)
If Dito thinks the cleanup after sex is annoying, then he might end up being in for another surprise, similar to the massage. Cleanup's a lot different if someone's in there doing it with/for you. Bakugou's already thought about that, a passing curiosity when he was massaging along Dito's upper back. Wondering if the guy would end up falling asleep in the warm bath as he got washed off. Or if he'd even agree to getting a bath together. They'd taken separate ones earlier. Ah well, more things for the future. When he's done making even more of a mess on/in him.
There's a brief flicker of concern over whether he's going to hurt Dito. While he knows the other boy can take it, Bakugou doesn't want to know what a trickle of blood running down onto Dito's balls from his ass would do for this. So he takes his time, against his own impatience, sliding in slowly and squeezing through Dito's rim one inch after another. It's not easy, a few breathless cusses and soft growls coming from the blonde boy as Dito flexes around him. God he wants to just thrust hard and stuff him to the brim. To distract them both, Bakugou tightens his abs and twitches his dick inside the other boy, causing it to jump and pulse against the clenching walls. Precum spurts and oozes from his tip, at least helping to lube up the rest of his invading length as he slides in.]
Take a breath. [Bakugou rests his chest against Dito's back, feeling his heartbeats through his soft skin. As the smaller boy arches and works his hips in tandem with his own, the blonde hikes his waist up, helping Dito find the best position to fit into Bakugou's lap. There's only scant bit left as he settles atop him.] Or bite the pillow.
[That last one's a brief tease, only two second warning, before Bakugou drops his hips and pushes flush against Dito's ass, pressing them both down solidly against the bed as he bottoms out inside his ass.] Fuck-
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Date: 8/30/23 00:12 (UTC)Maybe challenging Dito to come here had initially been with the intent of fucking. Now it's more a middle finger to Five. Whether they fuck or not, it's some time Dito can spend away from her and not deal with her bullshit.
As the other boy drops onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, Bakugou flips through a few more channels before turning the television off. Seen enough of that. Dito would probably end up falling asleep if he focused more on the television than him. And television's not why Bakugou got the room.]
There's a fucking surprise.
[Dito in a relationship? Even the short time knowing him makes the idea laughable. Plus Bakugou doesn't really like the idea of "a relationship" anyways. Too much a hassle and he's busy with other things in his life.]
Let me see your injury.
[The bite mark.]
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Date: 8/30/23 11:01 (UTC)He looks up at the sudden request, then gives Bakugou a questioning look. See what now? ]
Injury?
[ Literally the only mark on his body? Yeah, probably that. Dito doesn't count it as an injury, and has mostly forgotten it's even there despite it being made relatively recently, so it took him a second. ]
Why do you want to see that?
[ That's confusing. It's not that interesting, being mostly a teeth-shaped bruise, fairly new, though the actual bite imprints already faded away hours ago. Hopefully the rest of it will be heading that way sooner than later. Of all the things to want to see.
But he has no reason to refuse, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing the towel down to expose his hip (and part of his ass, because why bother being all shy and careful about it?). ]
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Date: 8/30/23 22:02 (UTC)Seriously? Bakugou gives Dito a dry look.]
Someone took a fucking chomp out of you; how do you miss that?
[Granted it's not gushing blood or anything and who the fuck knows if maybe it's some Nordic marking that's supposed to be there. But he saw it. Don't make him grab and yank the damn towel off. Cause he will if he has to.]
Just do it.
[He doesn't have to (want to) explain why he gives a shit! Luckily Dito doesn't protest further and Bakugou turns around on the bed to sit crosslegged beside him while the other boy tugs his towel down enough to show it. He rests his fingers on the bruised skin, careful and explorative, brushing at what probably used to be indentation. Skin's not broken, not bleeding, only discolored, and he's pretty sure Dito either doesn't feel the tenderness of the injury or isn't showing he does. Guess he'll favor this side tonight. Just a little.
Bakugou spreads his fingers, sliding them from the bruise to the small of Dito's back before pressing down in a firm massage.]
You heal quicker than most humans, huh.
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Date: 8/31/23 00:46 (UTC)The look he's given is returned with one of confusion, because what did he do now!? It's not bloody or even painful, so it's not an injury! Or at least, he must be justified in not immediately thinking of it as such. At least he did get it pretty quickly. ]
Yeah. Well. It happens.
[ With a shrug, he then folds his arms and rests his head on them, letting Bakugou poke and do whatever it is he wants to do, still perplexed over the whole thing. There really isn't any pain that he can't handle, and by the time he does start to feel he'd rather the prodding stop, it does without him having to say anything. Lucky. ]
I guess. I don't stay marked up for long because - [ With a deep frown, he just flat out refuses to say anything about his Intoner or her preferences. Even just that thought annoys him. ]
What the hell are you doing now?
[ It's... not a bad feeling, but why is it happening, and what does it have to do with how fast he heals? Should he be concerned? ]
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Date: 8/31/23 05:28 (UTC)IT'S A FUCKING INJURY EVEN IF IT'S SMALL, DAMMIT!! That's just how biology works! Granted he'll give Dito the silent credit of not thinking the thing was an injury. At least not one he should be concerned about. Same as Bakugou will try to walk off a broken leg and claim he's fine and can handle it if it means not appearing weak to someone with him. Stubborn pride to a stupid fault.]
You normally fight things that bite you?
[Maybe he shouldn't be asking questions about this. He doesn't prod enough to aggravate the bruise, showing some obvious knowledge about how to handle an injury. But since it's not a problem, guess he'll move onto something else. Since Dito's lying here with that stupid towel provocatively resting right shy under the curve of his ass. Bakugou works on the spread of his back muscles, radiating from his spine outward towards his obliques in firm, measured motions.
Considering Dito's bratty nature, he's expecting tension.]
It's called a massage.
[Bakugou understands immediately what Dito had been about to say regarding the Bitch and his healing. More than happy not to give her any fucking second of their time because fuck you, Bitch.
The only remaining problem is Bakugou's split on how to proceed. On the one hand, he doesn't want to order Dito around in bed, since he's assuming that's how the Bitch does it. On the other hand, he doesn't want Dito thinking he's weak or pitying him by straight up surrendering control to the spearsman.]
You wanna call the shots or me?
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Date: 9/1/23 10:03 (UTC)[ Which is exactly why it seems like the most ridiculous idea to go literally anywhere without a weapon. Although, yes, he has learned to maybe ask or something next time he's invited someplace unfamiliar.
It appears that Bakugou is heading down a track of expecting that the "injury" was made by some kind of creature, and Dito doesn't even have to lie when he answers, though the monsters he usually finds himself up against are much, much too large to make that mark. Still, hopefully his answer is enough to just leave it there. Since the poking at it moves on, he already starts putting it out of mind again, instead focusing on the suspiciously timed "massage".
He knows what a massage is. But of course he's tense, that being a general thing with him, but also it just sort of came out of nowhere, accompanying a random notice of how fast he heals. Naturally he's going to wonder how these things go together, and there doesn't appear to be any good way for that to work out.
As Bakugou continues, however, he does start to relax, realizing that maybe he was overthinking a bit. And it is pretty nice. Really nice, actually. No, he's not going to say so, instead just confirming with some kind of noise that sounds something like a quiet "...oh."
It is kind of comfortable, and he might even fall asleep, but the next question mostly brings him back. ]
I'm leaving it to you.
[ And it receives a quick and easy answer. He has no problem with letting his preference be known, whether it makes him look weak or not. And he really doesn't mind if something happens that's happened at home as well. To him, it just demonstrates that there are situations in which something he hated could be done properly, in a way he can enjoy it. That is always a positive.
...He's also very lazy. Leave as little up to him as possible, please. ]
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Date: 9/1/23 21:09 (UTC)[Totally a stylistic choice, not out of necessity or anything. It makes sense why Dito would carry a spear in that case. Most heroes don't exactly wander out unarmed either, though their Quirks make it nigh-impossible to anyways. Bakugou may be a loud asshole, but he's not stupid and is pretty insightful, ironically. Not wanting to bring this time down any more than it has to, he skips past that potential issue and focuses on getting his hands on Dito. They met up for a certain reason after all.
Hey, it's not suspiciously timed! It's called changing course! Dito's lying there looking like a damn pillow princess and Bakugou's not about to straight up go down on him right away. At least not until he made sure he wasn't going to aggravate a previous injury.
Considering his Quirk and his heroics, Bakugou's all too aware of what a good massage can do for someone. Dito could serve to loosen up despite the way he carries himself as a smug, snarky bastard. Hearing that soft noise is as good as agreement for him and the blonde proceeds further up, working around Dito's middle back. Fingers, palms, and the heels of his hands put the most work in, alternating pressure and sliding motions to reach muscles and sinew in a quiet, thorough touch.
There's the answer to his question. Bakugou's no one to second guess himself or others, expecting them to think it over and give him an answer, quick and final. Their choice, his acceptance, move forward. He doesn't have time for people who change their minds or dawdle over options. So Dito's choice is good. Quick and final. Means Bakugou can go forward without doubts.
No, doesn't make Dito look weak. Contrary, it tells the blonde what the guy wants and that's good for him. Ironically that's a fairly mature outlook from the smaller boy. If Bakugou could read his mind. And no, he doesn't want to. (He's giving Dito the benefit of the doubt in the lazy category... prick.) With an easy tug, he pulls the towel off from Dito's waist and moves to straddle his thighs, giving himself a better vantage point to work the massage over his back.]
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Date: 9/1/23 23:08 (UTC)[ It just makes sense to him! He gets how things work here, so that's no longer a problem, but he still feels that way.
They did meet up for a certain reason, but damned if Dito isn't just generally having a pretty good time. Even with all the sniping and snapping back and forth. Or maybe especially because of it. In fact, if he'd shown up and for whatever reason Bakugou ended up being all coddling and sweet to him, he would've left in disgust long ago, possibly after some amount of violence.
But although he is already enjoying himself, he's certainly not planning to back out of the initial agreement. That's part of it too, and it's just nice that it's part of what's apparently turning out to be a whole goddamn vacation.
Suspiciously-timed enquiries aside, he got to have a nice hot shower without anyone trying to lick him and without only some berry-smelling shit to wash with, and now a pretty great massage that, yes, he really does need. He actually hasn't really ever received one, because who's going to give him one? He's only even learned the basics himself, as he couldn't be bothered to do any more than that, so not only is he basically melting into the bed, making quiet little noises stemming from the pleasurable feeling, he's doing so in a somewhat impressed way. ]
Where'd you even learn to do all of this?
[ Impressed and surprised, actually, because just why is Bakugou so good at this? It doesn't seem like something he'd take up studying. Although, honestly, it could just be the most mid massage ever, and Dito wouldn't know.
Having given his answer, he's content to just let things go as they will. Lazy or not, of course he means to contribute, though right now all he can do is lie where he is and let Bakugou massage. He's not even sure he has muscles anymore, so it's pretty much a miracle when he manages to shift his weight enough that the towel can be pulled free, and then again when he's settled on, just to adjust. ]
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Date: 9/11/23 02:23 (UTC)[Given what Dito's mentioned about the place he comes from. Even if it's stupid to be doing that in Japan. Maybe he can get some kind of collapsible one? Who knows. Not something to dwell on now that he's got Dito resting on the bed and surprisingly seeming to enjoy himself under the ministrations.
Despite the argumentative way they met up and the challenge prompting their in-person meet, Bakugou doesn't find himself disliking the time spent so far. Dito's got a way with pissing him off and needling him, in a fashion the blonde isn't fond of since the smaller boy seems to be so damn skilled at getting a rise out of him... but it's better than being a fucking spineless bore. He would've yelled and left already had that been the case.
Good thing they both have no intention of missing out on the reason they came together in the first place. Bakugou's certainly not a nice enough guy to give every partner a massage or preparation before shoving it in, but he can do what he fucking wants if the other guy's down for it.
Those quiet little noises are some smug rewards in their own right and Bakugou smirks down at the smaller boy as he continues the massage. Finishing with his lower back and middle, he moves his hands up to Dito's shoulder blades and upper back. Heel of his palms down the sides of his wing bones, avoiding pushing down on the angular bones proper, he encourages the muscles radiating from them to relax and stretch as he grinds his hands carefully along the sinew and tissue. Bakugou uses his fingertips to both guide his palms' path via leading "lines" ahead of them, then apply gentler points of pressure once he's done with the full press. Alternating before harder presses and lighter motions to reach some of those deeper pressure points and tissues before easing up again. He gets a few nice pops off Dito's spine towards his nape and between his shoulder blades. Heh, those sounded good...]
A few classes, mostly self-learning. [Internet articles, movies, books, training modules. You know, that kind of shit. Isn't going to mention his parents work in the fashion industry and that sometimes bleeds over into fitness... He mostly does it for his heroics and personal fitness / self-care.] My Quirk puts pressure on my arms, shoulders, and upper back. I'm not gonna rely on other people to do it for me.
[Might as well offer that information for the fuck of it. Dito would likely figure that information out after a minute or two of sparring with Bakugou. He seems like a sharp guy if he's kept as a warrior as well.]
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Date: 9/12/23 01:07 (UTC)It has quickly become an unfortunate habit for Dito to automatically pick the response he's sure or at least hopes will piss Bakugou off the most explosively. It's just so entertaining and easy to do. He's like a cat who sees your cup literally teetering on the edge of the table. How can he ignore that!?
It's also a good way to keep from having to hold proper conversations, which is how Bakugou ended up knowing so much more about Dito than most people do, since he somehow put up with the bullshit long enough to ask questions Dito had no reason not to answer sincerely.
Thankfully Dito has no reason to talk about much at the moment, though. It is good that Bakugou regards the noises he does make as rewarding, because there are a lot of them, and he doesn't feel compelled in the slightest to make any attempt to quiet them. If he wasn't meant to enjoy the massage, all of the effort being put into it would be extremely, unexplainably strange. And if he's enjoying himself, why hide it? If only he'd learned more about massage, he'd be able to appreciate it technically as well, but at least that isn't necessary. ]
Hey, that reminds me. What the hell happened to your back?
[ Well, mention of "quirks" made him think of fighting, which led him to remember seeing those wounds. It's a meandering train of thought, but now he's curious again. ]
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Date: 9/12/23 05:13 (UTC)Specifically what's under his hands and between his legs. Dito may look like a waifish kid, but he's got a toned body from all that fighting. Even if he is lazy. Not the defined musculature that Bakugou's used to seeing with a lot of the heroes around Japan, but nice regardless.
Hmph, this brat picks at him enough, he's going to blow up and send him flying through a damn wall. Doesn't seem to be the idea here, what with the relative piece between the two boys at the moment. Bakugou finishes up with Dito's shoulder blades and upper back, so he moves onto his shoulders, trape, and nape proper. Hands cup the rounds of Dito's shoulders, massaging the muscle and bone joint there, then drag to the side with added pressure along the smaller boy's trape, before reaching up the side of his neck and onto the nape. Bakugou avoids too much weight here, not wanting to incite a headache.
He brushes the longer parts of Dito's hair away from his neck so he can work without interruption. Tch, they're not even having sex yet and Dito sounds like he's halfway there. Thanks to the experience so far, he's left wondering if the guy's doing it on purpose to be an asshole... or if it really does feel that good. Given the tension in his muscles and sinew, he's leaning towards the latter, but dubiously eyeing the former.]
Some fucking villain skewered me during a war. [One through the shoulder and one through the lower side of his torso. Does he really want to admit he got those scars due to instinctively knocking his childhood best friend out of the way of said skewers? ... Nope. Personal information.] I'm gonna pay him back a million times next time I see his damn face.
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Date: 9/12/23 06:59 (UTC)Dito works incredibly hard to be sure not to gain any muscle. It really is one of the things he hates most, though obviously if there are other qualities in play, he can be persuaded to overlook it on others. For himself, though... he'd rather just die. It is a physique that is surprisingly difficult to manage, too, especially since his work takes him hiking up mountains, and fighting ogres and giant cerberuses. Cerberi? Which leads to him being very thin and... dense. Almost as if the muscles just fold inward as they develop so they don't make their owner angry. Maybe that's why he's in such dire need of a massage. Or was, anyway.
At the moment, he has literally never been more relaxed in his life. And he does, in fact, know exactly what he sounds like, but he doesn't care. Really, that's also part of why he doesn't bother trying to stifle the noise, so it's a bit of a mixture of both options. It's definitely that good, but he really could tone it down at least somewhat, but instead opts to let it go in the opposite direction unchecked every time.
However great it is, though, he's absolutely not halfway anywhere. He not quite that easy. ]
...Yeah?
[ His breathing may or may not have just sped up juuuust a little. It's not subtle, but if Bakugou is at all surprised by what Dito says next, he hasn't been paying one iota of attention. ]
A million times, huh? What's your plan for that? You know, I actually don't even know what you can do, exactly.
[ So maybe tell him all about it. In detail. The bloodier the better. ]
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Date: 9/12/23 17:46 (UTC)Dito is a strange contrast. Physically, Bakugou would expect a warrior and sex slave to need a stronger body. Both to battle opponents (or monsters) and the keep the stamina/strength going for a fuck. Unless Five really just wishes Dito was a girl or something... But somehow, this guy's managed to stubbornly keep himself soft. He can feel the hints of strength beneath smooth skin and that toned aspect from activity, but... tch, whatever. Guess that's where Dito being a lazy ass comes in. He's going to massage him anyways because one, he's already started, and two, the brat feels good regardless.
At least he's not a fat blob.
Might be turning into a melted one with the way his body's relaxing like this. Leaving his neck and shoulders behind, Bakugou takes one of Dito's arms in hand, giving at least a verbal comment he's going to work on it now. Some warriors have issues with people just grabbing their hands. Who knows with this spear-happy brat.]
Get him in my hands and splatter him all over the fucking ground. [No, he's not surprised at the question. Dito's violent side wasn't hard to notice. He weighs the option for a moment, then rests Dito's arm across his back, giving his shoulder a nice stretch since it's already goo. Bakugou leans forward, resulting in his dick nestling between Dito's ass cheeks, and props a hand on the bed beside the disciple's head to brace himself. While lowering the other one on the opposite side so Dito can watch.]
Like this. [There's the briefest of sparks above Bakugou's upturned palm before "BOOM!" a basketball-sized explosion detonates in his hand, light and smoke coming along with the noise and concussive force. The scent of smoke and a lace of burnt sugar follow.] Over and over and over.
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Date: 9/12/23 23:48 (UTC)No, he's genuinely incredibly happy with his body, looks-wise. The muscles are there, currently kneaded into pudding, allowed to exist and even grow as long as he doesn't see them. He's never had any trouble in a fight, and definitely no complaints in bed. Well, some, but that's more related to the whole "bare minimum" plot, which leads to Five mistaking his extreme lack of enthusiasm and willfulness to get it all over as fast as possible as a stamina problem that she requests he take steps to correct. As a result, he really could go all night, overnight and possibly late into the next morning, should Bakugou wish to test him.
Having his arm taken is a bit surprising. He didn't get that far in his own lesson, of course. But despite appreciating the warning, there isn't really much he could do about it anyway. His spear is somewhere across the room, and he isn't in the most optimal position to get fighty. Not that it matters. If it was anyone else, he would have been concerned that there was some sudden attempt at hand-holding afoot, but here he's quite unalarmed about letting his arm be manipulated in whatever way Bakugou sees fit.
Besides, he's soon extremely distracted by the description relayed to him. It's short, but he can picture it so vividly, his breath halts as he runs his tongue across his lips. Those cheeks become a warmer cushion due to the heat spreading through his body, his hips shifting in a slight writhing motion, and he's already aroused enough that it's almost uncomfortable to lie in that position before he even gets to see the neat demonstration of Bakugou's magic.
It's startling, to say the least, though his eyes remain fixed even as he jerks back from the close-by large explosion out of reflex. ]
Holy shit. Fuck, that's hot. I bet you could completely just tear him the fuck apart...
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Date: 9/13/23 14:24 (UTC)Not that he knows this, but Bakugou would condone Dito's deliberate lack of effort in bed as a form of petty revenge and understood middle finger to the broad domineering him. As his fingers find hidden sinew under soft skin, the blonde figures Dito's got stamina enough to go a while. Mostly due to that spear, the information blip on monsters in his realm, and Five's demanding childish nature. Will he want to go all night to morning? Fuck no. Sleep's nice. But he could go a few rounds. Dito doesn't seem like he sucks. Just potentially a pillow princess.
Conversely, Bakugou notes Dito may have one arm pressed against his lower back, but his other one's free and able to ram an elbow backwards towards his head with a simple roll or twist. Hence the quiet comment. That's all. No hand-holding to be concerned about either. He doesn't do that crap. Well, he will once he gets to massaging Dito's hand, but that's a different kind of non-sappy hand holding. More on that later, when he's not showing Dito his Quirk.
Bakugou isn't sure if he's weirded out or amused at feeling Dito's body heat up when the conversation shifts to violence. Great, is this a guy who ends up with a boner mid-battle? He rolls his hips a little, lazily rubbing his soft dick against Dito's ass for no reason other than to mess with them both during the chat. And maybe to be a brat himself by pressing the smaller boy's dick against the sheets below. See if Dito can focus on the demonstration of his Quirk at the same time.
He tugs his head back to avoid getting clunked in the jaw by Dito reflexively jerking away from the explosion. As the smoke drifts from Bakugou's fingers and palm, he lets a few smaller explosions pop and burst above his hand like a miniature firework display. If by "fireworks" you mean akin to someone throwing a bunch of tiny grenades into the air. No pretty colors or streamers, but the detailed work and "bb-bpt b-boom" noises show off his talent. Mass destruction, light source, noise distraction, smoke screen, propulsion and mobility, burning and blinding, he's got a very flexible Quirk with lots of application. And he's quite proud of it, considering he's willing to pause a sexual massage to show off.]
No shit. That's the fucking idea. [Though he's not an idiot. Shigaraki, with All for One and all those bodily modifications, all those Quirks... it's going to take more than sheer power and drive to tear him the fuck apart. Not something he needs to bother Dito with. That's Bakugou's world's war/threat.]
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Date: 9/13/23 23:42 (UTC)His lack of effort could definitely partly be revenge and a metaphorical middle finger to his annoying boss, but it's mostly just that he really, really, really, really does not want to be there. At all. But he's not there now, so he's not going to think about it, which is very easy with everything that's going on.
Sleep is pretty nice. And it does happen to be one of Dito's favorite activities since it doesn't require him to do anything but lie there. But he can sleep at anytime, so he's truly prepared to go as long as Bakugou wants to. Still, he won't be turning down an opportunity to nap peacefully on such a comfortable bed, of course. At some point he should probably find out how long he's allowed to stay considering just how well he expects to sleep tonight or whenever.
How inconvenient would it be if he actually got turned on in the middle of a fight? Thankfully, he doesn't have that problem. It's not really the violence itself that's getting him all hot and bothered, but the outcome. He does enjoy violence and bloodshed enough to get excited about it, but that's a different kind of excitement. That's just pure deranged joy and delirious happiness there. But what he's able to picture from what Bakugou tells him is more of a bloody dismembering, skin being stripped off - or burned off, whatever - leaving the muscles and veins and everything underneath visible and pulsating as the body tries to continue to work. Once it dies, well... that does nothing for him, but even just talking about murdering the hell out of whoever Bakugou's vowing revenge on allows his mind to pause at that beautiful, delicious step in the middle, and that is why he's absolutely drifting out into a little fog of bliss as he listens, watching those little explosions and feeling Bakugou rubbing against him. If Bakugou was worried about the noises Dito was making before, he should be very concerned now, especially with at least one of them being a distinct moan as he squirms. ]
I... What? [ Was Bakugou saying something else? He tries to pay attention, taking a deep breath. ] ...Yeah, I guess so.
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Date: 9/14/23 22:43 (UTC)Bakugou's not someone to coddle another person and do sweet things for them just to make them feel better. Gross. And he'll even tell people to suck it up and do something they don't want to if it's better for them to do it (not that he's at all great with taking that "advice" himself). But with Dito? Yeah, no one should be forced into that kind of life. This brat better come by and tell him if he ever gets free. Simple as that.
Wow, the laziest guy on the planet likes to sleep. What a surprise. Guess that's one thing they can agree on, since Bakugou routinely gets teased by his friends for being an "old man" because he goes to bed on time like a fucking responsible human being. The hell's wrong with sleeping from 10 till 5:30? He might be retired to his room by nine to get away from his annoying classmates, but he's not sleeping at fucking 8pm or something. Anyways, he'll be sleeping tonight after sex and a shower. If it's next to Dito, cool.
Bakugou's more about the violence, throwing himself into battle and enjoying the rush and thrill of claiming his victory. Of course he demands to win, being a sore loser in anything and having the skill and power to be victorious at almost every encounter or challenge brought to him. But he works hard for that victory, despite his natural prowess and power. The resulting win is worth all the effort.
(Yeah, he'll avoid Dito's gory fascinations, thanks. Fucking freak.)
He tilts his head to the side a bit, slightly unnerved that it's the talk about blowing up his enemies that gets Dito making those kinds of noises even more. But at least he's gotten the idea that's this guy's thing, so... He presses forward again, actively grinding against Dito's ass as his own dick starts to harden thanks to the sounds the smaller boy's making and the feel of his cheeks gripping against the underside of his cock. Squirming brat, but a cute one.]
This really gets you off, huh... [He keeps the exploding hand out so Dito can watch as he uses his free hand to tug Dito's arm out from between them so he can lie down fully atop him. Hips grinding to ass, explosions popping nearby, Bakugou resumes the massage on Dito's arm, working over his biceps and elbow. Guess he'll mess with him three different ways.]
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Date: 9/15/23 18:13 (UTC)Dito may really enjoy his sleep, but who goes to bed at 10!? Although, maybe if Dito had his own room, he'd be asleep by 10 too... But tonight? He doesn't even anticipate being done by 10, and will probably complain a lot if such a thing seems to be in danger of occurring. Complain and make notes in order to send annoying texts about it later. ...Actually, that might almost make it worth it.
Almost.
To Dito, violence is still pretty great, of course. It just doesn't turn him on. And he'd rather win only because losing generally means death and sometimes he actively tries to avoid that. When he's being covered in blood and surrounded by screams... yeah, he absolutely feels the need to keep on living just to be able to continue experiencing that.
He starts to wonder just how bloody things can get with the other's magic as he shows it off, deciding that one day he'll have to convince Bakugou to give him a real demonstration.
That's not happening now, however. He's nowhere near feeling like putting in the effort to put together any actual words, especially not when he's unfolded again only to be triply bombarded (ha) with completely different sensations. ]
Mmh.
[ It's some kind of attempt at a response, anyway, which Bakugou is lucky to get. He could reply, but his answer has got to be clear enough in the sounds he continues to make as his eyes squeeze shut to the sound of those explosions and the manner in which he lifts his hips from the bed what small amount he's able in order to purposefully grind back in a slow, deliberate motion. ]
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Date: 9/16/23 17:51 (UTC)NORMAL PEOPLE GO TO BED AT 10, DAMMIT!! He gets up at 5:30 am to do his workout and prepare for the day, so that's the proper 7 - 8 hours of sleep most medical society says is the best amount for your health! Jeeze! Who the fuck thinks constant sleep deprivation is a GOOD thing?! ... Such is the rage bomb Bakugou has dropped on classmates who tease him about his sleeping habits. Though tonight, he's not planning on sleeping at 10. Fuck, sleeping before midnight's probably not happening at all. He's still human with a libido.
Regardless, should Bakugou and Dito ever get into a battle together, there's going to be at least one time that the blonde's eyes are gonna flick to the smaller boy's hips. Just to check. Prove it. His delight over violence and gore will weird him out, but depending on how that's managed, they'll likely make for a good team. Bakugou talks a big talk, but actually doing the splattering he threatens? ... Yeah, Dito's going to be disappointed in him.
Bakugou slides his hand down Dito's forearm, curling his fingers from the back to the inside in a gentle twist to stretch his skin and draw his muscles along the bone. He also focuses on Dito's elbow and wrist, massaging the joints to check for any pains or tension before moving on. Bombardment continues.
There's no attempt to drag more words out of him. He doesn't like a lot of chatter anyways. As Dito's eyes close and his hips start to move against his own, Bakugou responds with similar motions. Curling his hips a bit to start actively thrusting his entire length through the soft crevasse of Dito's ass. His head catches against the smaller boy's entrance, smearing a bit of precum over the puckered ring before skimming past and pushing up to the cleft of his ass again.]
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Date: 9/17/23 06:03 (UTC)Not going to bed at grandpa hours isn't the same as being sleep deprived! It just means sleeping in until later in the day when possible, which people can do when they don't have to get up for school. Besides, there are way more important things to worry about in Midgard, like not dying of a stubbed toe, trying not to get caught up in a magical battle, and hoping the Intoner in charge of your town doesn't randomly decide to torture you to find out where to pick a tasty mushroom. Dito wouldn't actually make fun of Bakugou, though. Sleep at any time is pretty great, and as long as it's not going to interfere with this particular evening, he doesn't actually care when the other decides to set his bedtime.
Whether or not they'd make a good team on the battlefield is more up in the air. Despite his sadistic streak, Dito's enemies are usually opposing armies and monsters. The innocent generally get left alone. So that might align with Bakugou's morals okay. However, the giggling when he's splattered with blood? Possibly disturbing as hell. However, there will be nothing to check on! He really doesn't like the violence in that way.
Of course that would likely be very difficult to convince anyone of at the moment due to his reaction the conversation and the sound of the explosions. His own sounds grow more muffled as he ends up biting his lip despite his breathing growing heavier. He was a little concerned with what he could feel rubbing against his ass before, but now he's much more pleased with its growth and hardness, keeping his hips moving in rhythmic fashion just high enough off the bed that he isn't uncomfortably squished, and yet there's still some friction against the sheets.
He's more than content to continue on like this until Bakugou decides he's done squeezing his arms, but that little bump and poke up against his entrance introduces just a bit of impatience for more. At least enough that he manages to find just a few words in there somewhere. ]
Hey. Fuck me already.
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Date: 9/17/23 18:30 (UTC)Those are all thoughts barely on the peripheral of Bakugou's mind as the majority is taken up by the sensations pinging off in different realms. The scent of Dito's hair is only somewhat covered by the shampoo he'd used, carrying a unique element he can't place, but figures it's from what world the guy came from. The feeling of his arm beneath his hand continues feeding into his mind, from how smooth his skin is to the supple flexibility of his fingers as Bakugou laces his own between them for a quick squeeze. Mostly so he can get his fingertips digging into the top of Dito's palm for a grip-styled massage. Slow rolls of his hips against his own, ass rubbing along Bakugou's dick, his back pressing to the blonde's chest and stomach, all of it mingling with Dito's noises.
Listening to the smaller boy's voice grow heavier and needy kicks his own arousal up again. He's making a mess of Dito's ass by now, precum smearing between his cheeks and occasionally dripping onto the cleft of his ass or dripping down his taint towards Dito's balls. Back and forth, rutting his full length between the soft rounds, testing his own patience each time his tip skims across the clenching dent of Dito's hole. It's even better with the guy moving to accent his own motions. Working together to rile themselves up.
Until that final break when Dito manages out a few words and Bakugou's patience snaps. He can finish up the massage later, get his other arm, his legs, his front another time.] Finally.
[Maybe he was waiting to see if Dito's patience ran out, see when he'd want it enough to say it. Or Bakugou was being a completionist focusing on the foreplay and massage until it got to be too much. But now his hand captures Dito's wrist, the explosions in his free hand abruptly flaring into louder, larger blasts as Bakugou lifts his hips and angles his dick down to push between Dito's cheeks. Takes a few seconds to aim himself and slide along his skin since he's not bothering to use his hand to guide his cock to the other boy's entrance. But soon enough his head catches on that tight ring and Bakugou presses down slowly, but firmly. He can bitch about lack of prep later.
Right now, Bakugou's way more caught up in the feeling as his dick pushes into Dito's body, stretching his muscle around his head and spreading him open under a glaze of precum until that soft 'pop' makes him-] Fuck [-as his glans shoves through Dito's hole and sinks inside him. Warm...]
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Date: 9/20/23 16:38 (UTC)Dito really doesn't like the idea of getting injured, after all. Mostly because it'd mean scars and other disfigurements he'd rather die than deal with. He really is quite vain in a strange way. He doesn't stand around admiring himself in a mirror, and doesn't even really think he's that attractive. He just has standards of what he wants to look like and will do anything he can to achieve and maintain them.
This doesn't extend to whatever his hair smells like. If he was asked what that scent is, he would have no idea whatsoever, though it probably is just what he always smells like. All he can smell is the sheets and pillows around his face, along with the somewhat bitter scent lingering from the explosions. He can tell his ass is just a wet mess by now, and there's no way he can explain why, but it only adds to his desire, driving him absolutely crazy. Did he just learn to like something new? That's something to contemplate later. At the moment he isn't conjuring up any deep thoughts on anything at all. Those few words he manages nearly take more effort than he's willing to spare, but the anticipation is becoming unbearable, especially with how vivid his imagination can be. When one's biggest fantasy is completely impossible to make real, one develops some intense skills to cope.
Dito has no idea how much more massage there was left, so he really did want to try to wait for it to end since it was so enjoyable. Maybe he can convince Bakugou to continue it later, but at least now he's more than relaxed enough that he barely even registers that there's no prep at all until Bakugou actually finds that little ring and begins to push against it. And even then, he can't bring himself to care very much just yet. His entire body just wants this, right now, so painfully enough that he's willing to basically just hope that it will be fine. Putting all of his conscious effort into remaining relaxed, he inches his knees a little further apart and angles his hips a bit better, holding his breath until finally he can feel Bakugou inside him.
His fingers instantly curl as he lets out his breath in a moan, reflex causing him to immediately push back. ]
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Date: 9/20/23 19:36 (UTC)At least he can answer the question about why Dito's ass is a slick mess right now: Bakugou's been rutting between his ass cheeks for a good while and that's gonna make a wet glaze from the precum. It's not his damn fault the kid has a really nice ass! Plus the constant skin contact and the strange intimacy of the room makes for added arousal, something Bakugou's not going to try and contest. Especially when Dito's wrangling out some scant few words to demand going further. Hard to refuse that invitation when he knows full well the struggle to speak during moments like these.
Tight. That's what he is. Bakugou's breath catches slightly as Dito spreads open around him and then clamps down behind his head once it pops inside his ass. It's a mixture of a steady squeeze and the faint introduction of the other boy's heartbeats pounding through the walls of his ass and the slope of his back. Bakugou rests atop him as he starts to slowly lower his hips. He's not small by any means and he's conscious of the thickness spreading the other boy open the further in he goes. Taking it slow is difficult, when he wants to ram home balls deep without waiting, but he forces himself to take his time. Bakugou's breath comes in a light pant, a winded "heh" escaping when he feels Dito push his hips back against his own. He slides in another inch, quicker than the last thanks to that, and rests his chin over the other boy's shoulder. When Dito spreads his legs a little further, Bakugou rests one of his against the inside of the smaller boy's, the other content to remain on the outside and brace his knee against the bed.]
Feels good, brat.
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Date: 9/20/23 21:21 (UTC)However, if there did happen to be something he can kill, he'd be quite happy to show Bakugou his skills, provided there will be blood. If there isn't, then there's just no fun in doing it.
It is definitely a conversation for later, as a lot of questions are certain to come up. Yes, of course he'll want to know about whatever happened with that particular hero killing someone. And maybe Bakugou can be assured that he doesn't get turned on by it.
He is turned on by the absolute mess Bakugou's managed to make, and at some point he's going to have to give that some real thought. Having experienced so much in his two years of existence, it's not often that Dito comes across something new that he finds he's into anymore. He doesn't usually like getting too dirty, mostly because all it means is extra cleaning, and that's where that laziness of his comes into play. So he's actually pretty surprised to discover this. Even if he can never figure out how to explain it, he's already sure he's going to have to find some way to make it happen again. Maybe even the next time the two of them find themselves together.
But that's next time. And this time isn't yet nearly over. This time has scarcely begun, even, though finally he's getting what can only be described as stuffed. Of course he's tight. No amount of relaxation is going to make up for basically no preparation. But he doesn't find it intolerable, especially as slowly as Bakugou moves. He wants nothing more than for Bakugou to completely fill him as fast and hard as possible, but he also forces himself to practice some amount of restraint and keep from pushing back too abruptly in order to make that happen. All that could possibly come from doing that now would be for both of them to end up hurt and that's no fun for anyone. Besides, the pacing gives him a chance to savor and appreciate the other's size and technique, listening to his breathing and enjoying the warmth of his body against his own sensitive skin. ]
Fuck yeah you do.
[ His back arches a little, only enough to keep his ass at an optimal angle without creating too much space between them as he voices his agreement in a quiet tone through shallow, quick breaths. ]
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Date: 9/21/23 04:00 (UTC)If Dito thinks the cleanup after sex is annoying, then he might end up being in for another surprise, similar to the massage. Cleanup's a lot different if someone's in there doing it with/for you. Bakugou's already thought about that, a passing curiosity when he was massaging along Dito's upper back. Wondering if the guy would end up falling asleep in the warm bath as he got washed off. Or if he'd even agree to getting a bath together. They'd taken separate ones earlier. Ah well, more things for the future. When he's done making even more of a mess on/in him.
There's a brief flicker of concern over whether he's going to hurt Dito. While he knows the other boy can take it, Bakugou doesn't want to know what a trickle of blood running down onto Dito's balls from his ass would do for this. So he takes his time, against his own impatience, sliding in slowly and squeezing through Dito's rim one inch after another. It's not easy, a few breathless cusses and soft growls coming from the blonde boy as Dito flexes around him. God he wants to just thrust hard and stuff him to the brim. To distract them both, Bakugou tightens his abs and twitches his dick inside the other boy, causing it to jump and pulse against the clenching walls. Precum spurts and oozes from his tip, at least helping to lube up the rest of his invading length as he slides in.]
Take a breath. [Bakugou rests his chest against Dito's back, feeling his heartbeats through his soft skin. As the smaller boy arches and works his hips in tandem with his own, the blonde hikes his waist up, helping Dito find the best position to fit into Bakugou's lap. There's only scant bit left as he settles atop him.] Or bite the pillow.
[That last one's a brief tease, only two second warning, before Bakugou drops his hips and pushes flush against Dito's ass, pressing them both down solidly against the bed as he bottoms out inside his ass.] Fuck-
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