[ 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-
[ Well, if there's something he can kill, Dito would be happy to jump right in. If he's got to try to hold back, he may as well not even get out of bed. Since he doesn't know what's what around here, the decision on that would be left up to Bakugou.
Of course cleanup is annoying. Why would anyone else be there to do it? So that will absolutely be a surprise later. Maybe even a welcome one, though he'll likely still be confused over why people would bathe together. It just doesn't seem like a very efficient idea, and he's tried fucking in water before. It's really much more hassle than it's worth to get it working right, so that can't be the point either. But on the bright side, it's not something he's unwilling to at least try to figure out the point of, so he might just agree to this one. Actually, the idea that he doesn't have to deal with all the cleanup himself would be a huge selling point. Especially because he's certain to be an even bigger mess by the time they're done.
He's not really too concerned with being hurt, though. It's not that he feels he can't be. If that was the case, he wouldn't be torturing himself with this creepingly slow movement for the sake of being careful. But he's been through worse for less worthy reasons. He's also been through worse for just as worthy reasons, actually, so he knows he can live with it if he has to. But as long as Bakugou is willing to keep up the cautious pace, he's happy enough to go with that. Though most of that clenching and flexing is just a natural reaction to the stimulation, Dito also has some well-practiced control over his body, and he knows how to move in subtle ways to create the types of sensations he wants to produce to keep Bakugou making those noises. He doesn't expect the same out of his partner, though, and that sudden twitch sets off a small chain reaction within him that leads to an almost violent shiver and an increase in the little sounds he continuously makes.
He's also caught off guard by suddenly being given directions? But before he can point out that he knows how to breathe, he finds out why, and actually does end up pressing his face into the pillow, though not a sound comes out of his parted lips. He barely even remembers to take that breath, drawing it in sharply and belated as he's pressed so firmly into the very damp bed beneath his hips. ]
Oh, holy shit...
[ That ends up muffled in the pillow, though it was nearly breathless to begin with. And should he take at least a moment to adjust to just how thoroughly he's filled, which sends constant waves of heat and pleasure through his body? Yes, probably. But he's already moving again, writhing beneath the other despite the reduced mobility he has now. ]
[Should those proverbial planets line up, then he can go for it. Bakugou will probably know a little more about Dito by then, so he can better make a judgement call. At the very least, he's banking on being able to leverage Dito's lazy side to keep him out of action without complaint. Though he doesn't know where "boredom" comes into the disciple's equation. Lazy's one thing, if it's by choice. But being bored can make lazing around more irritating (by "force") than restful.
Guess Dito's going to get a surprise again when it comes to cleaning up. The hotel bath is big enough for two, easily given the spearman's (spearboy's) small size. No they're NOT gonna fuck in the damn water! Get that shit out of their system on the bed before getting in the bath. Ugh. He's not a fucking horndog. But considering he liked giving Dito a massage, maybe Bakugou won't dislike washing the guy up as well. It was kinda fun watching him turn into a puddle of goo, and that was with barely a third of his body done.]
Heh. Like that? [Bakugou slides his hands down Dito's arms, gives his hand and wrist a brief squeeze just to mess with him, and then braces his hands on either side of the smaller guy's head so he can slowly push his upper body up. Gives a nice arch to his spine (which it appreciates due to lying like this for a while) and gently nudges his hips firmly against Dito's ass again. All the way in. Dito's molding to every damn part of him, squeezing around his head, tightening ripples along his shaft, clenching his entrance tangibly at his base. Most of it's instinctive, but he can tell some of it's deliberate. Brat's got some good control of his body.
He didn't miss the previous reaction and as Bakugou starts to slowly rut himself against Dito's ass, thrusting in without really pulling out, he focuses on repeatedly tightening his stomach and twitching himself inside the other boy. Another pulse, another jump upward against the heated confines, mingling with those leisurely-but-firm grinds inside him. He wants to hear more of those little sounds and see that hard shudder Dito made last time.
Face planting into the damn pillow isn't going to stop his intentions either. Dito's writhing again, hips wriggling against his own, and Bakugou hooks his ankle over the disciple's Achilles tendon. More for contact than for trapping. Once he feels Dito's adjusted enough, he pulls backwards, pelvis peeling off the boy's cheeks with a sticky sound. An inch, two, three, all the way until his head tugs right at the back of Dito's ring. Then thrusts in again, actively starting up a rhythm.]
[ Life is already annoying enough for Dito without throwing boredom into the mix. But because he'd be alright with letting Bakugou decide what he's allowed to get into, in that situation, he'd understand if he's got to just go find something else to do. And he might even try to take the other's advice in mind. So no, he wouldn't try to alleviate that boredom by setting buildings on fire or anything.
Whatever is planned for the bath, Dito really wouldn't expect sex to be part of those plans. Precisely because by that point there should have already been quite a lot of that, and it's time for a nap. Also, he's still very certain it wouldn't be worth the effort even if they did still have it in them. He just can't see any reason for sharing, so all of the options would have to go through his head before he finally just gave up with a mental shrug and let Bakugou do whatever it is he wants. Once he sees what that actually is, he's very likely to be perfectly happy with it. He really did enjoy that massage, and that's with thinking that it was basically almost over by the time he gave in to his baser needs, which he doesn't regret one bit. ]
Ugh, fuck. It's so good...
[ He'd usually have to ask if he's expected to say no to a question like that, but those words are all he feels compelled to say. It's like Bakugou dicked the sarcasm and snark right out of him for the time being. He's perfectly fine with that. Less fine is whatever happens there with his hand, but it doesn't last long enough for him to question it, as too soon afterward his attention is immediately diverted by that last fulfilling push, his body easily acclimatizing by continuing to produce all those little sensations in whatever way possible.
Folding his arms under his head so he's not directly breathing pillow, he can be better heard, the sounds mingled within his rapid breathing through perpetually parted lips. There is another shudder that races through his body and catches his breath briefly, but it's definitely much more tame than the previous one. The one Bakugou is looking for does come again, only a little later, when Dito is settled into this constant blanket of pleasurable excitement, worked up over anticipation on what must happen next. It's when he can feel the other move again in a more dramatic fashion, and he holds his breath without thinking as those inches slide free that it builds, and the following thrust finally elicits that deep shiver and a loud moan. His fingers tightly grip the pillow beneath his head as the rhythm starts and he takes a moment to get used to it before letting his hips move along with it. ]
[Meta Bakugou's getting, slowly, more and more comfortable with having Dito come over and just hang out exploring his world. First impressions are hard to break and Dito does drop little hints here and there about his violent nature under that lazy covering. But he's at least starting to see the guy's not some crazy psycho running around murdering for the fuck of it. Probably going to get Dito more freedom when they're together, less guarding from Bakugou.
Yeah, he's not planning sex in the bath. Not this time at least. It'll be more fun to turn Dito into a mush pile again. Despite the clash, he's curious to learn more about the guy. Won't say it aloud, cause that sounds fucking stupid, but Dito's interesting. Fucking weird too, but interesting. There's things he'd enjoy that Bakugou would normally take for granted. Then again, there's probably things in Midgard Bakugou would stare at in surprise that Dito wouldn't give a second glance. Tourist phenomena.]
Fuck... Mhn...
[It's supposed to be a fucking fuck question! You know, answer yes because it does feel good and it's a turn on to say it? But since there's no sarcastic response, something Bakugou notes in the back of his brain somewhere, he'll take that in pride and continue moving. Dicking the smartass out of the brat is a victory. Fingers curl int the sheets as he pumps his hips forward, pressing Dito's dick down against the bed and making sure the other boy's cock ruts into the slick sheets each time. Less to enjoy the mess and more to enjoy the sensation of soft, warm, and wet firmness pressing against him while a larger, firm, wetness stretches him open from behind. Dito's adjusting to his size quickly enough.
Bakugou eases his thrusts slightly when Dito moves his arms, giving him a brief relief so he can situate himself. Fuck, it's hotter now that he can hear his voice even better. Bakugou's arms harden and his shoulders hitch a bit as a breathless cuss spills out of his mouth when that full-body shudder runs down Dito's figure and travels right up his dick. Then picks up the pace again, using his braced arms and strong hips to work the deeper rhythm that goes from head to base each thrust.
Dito's hips move with his, finding a pattern that matches his own. It feels really good, how his body arches at the base of his spine to follow him, then drops when Bakugou spears him again. Once Dito's snug around him and used to his size and speed, Bakugou starts changing up the pace. Thrusting in completely and then grinding against his rear without pulling away. Finds his prostate without even trying, precum oozing against it as his head presses into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Pulling out to the head and shallowly bucking just an inch or two into him in a fast pace to make his ring flutter in and out. Or sheathing himself and going still, only twitching himself in the disciple's tight grip by clenching his abs.
It's a hot exploration, finding out what Dito likes, what he responds best to. He toys with the idea of dragging the boy back onto his hands and knees and fucking him like that, but the brat looks so comfortable lying there below him, arms crossed and breath answering his thrusts, Bakugou's willing to save it for another time.]
[ Dito is just a violent psychopath who is also incredibly lazy. He's also surprisingly chill, and so there isn't much of a threat of him losing his temper at a tiny slight. So perhaps it wouldn't be such a big deal if Bakugou didn't worry about him going about on his own, especially since he gets to fight all he wants at home. If he didn't, well, that might lead to a different outcome, but he's got enough of an outlet that he's not in any danger of snapping at any random time to satisfy his bloodlust.
Besides, one-on-one fights are usually boring, with nowhere near enough bloodshed to make him happy. No, he'd much rather spend the time in bed, especially with someone well-endowed preferably plowing him into the bedding.
So this is pretty much an ideal day. Despite the dampness of the sheets beneath him, everything else about the way Bakugou presses him into the bed is just about perfect, angle and pressure-wise. It leaves his arms free to support his head since he doesn't have to get one of his hands involved. And it is still nicely warm. That's actually kind of impressive of Bakugou to be able to manage that, though Dito is only barely in any kind of state of mind to bother noticing that it's done on purpose and not just happenstance. He really was able to work himself up quite a lot within his own imagination, for once having no reason to try to calm it down before he went too far. As such, he was already at an incredibly high level of arousal by the time Bakugou finally decided to get in on the party. Advantageously, that head start actually led to him being so wound up in anticipation that it doesn't take him too long to adjust and get situated as the thrusting begins in earnest.
Dito is, indeed, very good at picking up on the other's pacing and matching it without moving in a way that drags everything awkwardly out of sync. When Bakugou stops to grind against him, he'll find himself ground right back against. Even when Dito's most sensitive areas are hit and he presses back extra hard with a loud expletive that goes as unmuffled as the rest of the sounds he makes between heavy, quick breaths, every inner muscle pulsates and squeezes as his hips subtly gyrate. It doesn't seem to matter what Bakugou moves on to experiment with; Dito quite readily adjusts and finds a way to counter and return every little ripple of pleasure sent radiating through him. He does clearly appear to respond best to a simple fast-paced deep thrust, but the difference is small enough to make it obvious that he doesn't have much of a preference as long as it feels good, and so far there hasn't been one second that doesn't. ]
[Bakugou's going to get the feeling Dito isn't a psychopath (asides from when the blonde's annoyed at him) and more a guy with a violent streak/fetish who's lived a fucked-up short life with little proper guidance or social interaction outside of some psychotic bitch's influence. If he could be pointed in the right direction, certain allowances made, perhaps Dito could live a better life. Or just swing by Japan (Earth) whenever he's bored of his home plane and hang out with them normal folk. Experience the wonders and stupids of mortal life.
One-on-one fights are fucking awesome, getting the most attention and allowing for focused creativity to show your utter domination! Well, only if the person he's fighting is worth the effort and challenge. A group melee's annoying, messy, and there's no fun to be had mauling small fry. Kind of like one-to-one fucking rather than writhing around in an orgy.
Bakugou's fucking impressive in all ways, thank you very much. So he'd say. Dito was tight when he pushed in at first, but now that he's adjusted to his size, that tense grip eases into an incredible snug that has Bakugou's fingers kneading the bed beside the other boy's arms and his breath catching at random intervals. Squeezing around his tip, then softening as his shaft glides past his ring and into the squelching length of his tunnel, before rippling all over his entire shaft once his hips snug up against Dito's pert cheeks with a firm slap. Feels like he's trying to drag his dick further inside.
A louder cuss tumbles over his lips when Dito pushes back against him, glutes plushing to his pelvis and cramming just that tiny bit of extra girth inside him whenever the smaller guy thrusts back with more force. It sounds good when he and Dito curse at the same time, sometimes matching words, sometimes differing, and Bakugou tries to pump more out of him. His elbows bow out and almost buckle as the disciple gyrates his ass against his hips, stirring his cock around inside Dito's heat. Bakugou ends up dropping to his forearms, driving the other guy an inch or two up the bed with that hard thrust. It doesn't surprise him that Dito lacks any real "favorite" preference as far as sex goes. Likely never had the opportunity to form one. But that lets Bakugou continue changing things up, always returning back to those simple, fast-and-deep thrusts that sends Dito bouncing on the bed. He drops his hips again, thrusts in hard, then draws up, bucking shallow and quick, before leaning his head down and biting Dito's ear.] Wanna change position, or you good?
[Not that he's going to stop fucking him even if they do swap positions.]
[ Part of Dito's personality could certainly just be from the environment in which he was created and lives. But it would still very likely be difficult for him to have much of a different life no matter what because he actually doesn't have much of a moral compass and most people just piss him off. Yes, he was the one who had to tell Five it's probably not a great idea to torture random villagers to find out where a tasty mushroom grew, but that was mostly because it could possibly lead to more problems than it'd be worth to mess with the little folk who basically just mind their business trying to live meager lives in peace.
One-on-one fights are basically the worst. Dito isn't a very creative fighter. Probably because he's not in it for the fight itself, anyway. Too much exertion. Too much risk of building muscle and getting hurt, all very high on his list of things he'd rather avoid. It's the beautiful sounds of agony and cries of terror and pain he likes. And, of course, the blood. And you just don't get a lot of any of those things from a single opponent. Not nearly enough for him, at least.
Orgies can be kind of annoying, though. That is true.
As Dito ends up pushed up the bed, the pillow beneath him gets dragged along, and for a second he becomes muffled again, so overcome by that hard thrust that he doesn't bother making an attempt to liberate his face from the fluffy plushness its been shoved into. Not long after, however, he does manage to reconfigure his arms and free himself to be just as loud and clear as before. At this point, Dito might actually be able to be convinced to agree that Bakugou is impressive in many ways, though so far he only has a very limited point of view, so he can only speak with authority on the few criteria that are important in this moment.
It is true that Dito hasn't really had much of a chance to form any specific preference, but he also just isn't picky enough to worry about it. He's 100% just happy enough to be one of the people actually having a good time with the experience, and all else is icing. Besides, it allows him to enjoy pretty much anything Bakugou decides to try and reciprocate in equal measure, which he continues to do, keeping up with little effort. Even the sudden bite to his ear is unexpectedly nice. That's usually weird, but with all of his nerves reaching for the surface and making his entire body an incredibly sensitive zone, it catches his breath and he almost drops into the pillow again from the surprise. Almost. ]
What, are you bored? [ Okay, but he is kind of curious. ] Yeah, sure, let's move.
[Bakugou has one of those two aspects aligned with Dito: most people just piss him off too. Though his is likely more childish and comical compared to the disciple's moody ire and violent streak. People don't stack up to his expectations or interfere with his current activities or his pride's just in a really bristly mood today and everyone's going to know he's fucking awesome or angry. He has a short-fused temper. But Bakugou possesses a very strong moral compass, knowing full well what's right and wrong and often enforces it in his own actions and ways. Even if there are some aspects that he turns a blind eye to or doesn't see as messing with the proverbial needle. Telling someone he's going to kill them for challenging him to a basketball game? Fine. Actually killing someone, even a murderous villain? Fuck no.
Good thing is Bakugou doesn't like fighting opponents who aren't in the fight with the same intensity he is. Weak opponents piss him off for making him waste his time on their pathetic efforts. Apathetic opponents immediately rankle his pride, figuring they don't see him as a worthwhile opponent and thus are directly insulting his skills. Luckily he's already noted a lot of that with Dito, so probably only bother trying to challenge him once before realizing it's pointless.
Let him carve through some monster mooks or something instead.
Sometimes those few criteria are all one needs to make a decision. Bakugou might have some positive things to say about Dito as well, if his voice was working for more than those low pants and grunts escaping around the occasional curse words. Seeing and feeling him scramble a bit to gather the pillow back against his chest and let his mouth free again is a fucking turn on, causing the blonde's arousal to jerk and twitch inside the other boy's body. He ruts forward again and again, adding a scooping curl to his hips to simulate digging himself into and upward. Shaft scraping "behind" Dito's abs before pushing towards the small of his back and stretching his rim around the base of his dick.]
Tch- [The little click of his tongue flicks against the shell of Dito's ear trapped between his teeth is the answer for his partner stubbornly refusing to dive his face into the pillow out of sheer sensation. Brat's got reserves. He nips once more before release the curve of skin and runs his tongue across it to soothe the bite.] Hardly.
[Bored? He fucking wishes. Bakugou shifts on his knees, scoops an arm under Dito's torso (thanks for the slight elevation, pillow), hooks a leg beneath the other boy's, and then pulls to the side. The warmth of the bed leaves in a smooth rush as Bakugou rolls onto his back, pulling Dito along with him and leaving the other boy splayed out atop him with his back pressing flush to the blonde's chest. Not that the spearsman weighs that much, but it's enough to cause him to sink his weight down onto Bakugou's dick, gravity adding to the hero's thrusts as he starts bucking his hips up into Dito's ass. The hand on his chest splays over his torso, fingers messing with a nipple, while the other slides down the boy's smooth stomach and wraps around Dito's cock. Slick from precum and getting shoved into the bed all this time.]
[ "Hardly", he says is what Dito thinks. What he says is nothing more than an incoherent little shuddering moan, because that bite... why is it so good!?
He would actually be incredibly offended if Bakugou was bored at this point. As Dito had pointed out some time ago, he's only really good at a few things, and this is probably number two on that three-item list. He has, however, never met anyone who did quite so many different things in one encounter. That's different. Usually it gets spread over a few experiences before he does get bored or annoyed with the person. He doesn't hate it, though. It's interesting, for sure.
And he did agree to move, though the execution still catches him off guard, as he doesn't even have anything to hold onto but the pillow, which he lets go of as soon as he notices he has it. It's a whole moment of complete loss of control that he needs a second to recover from. A second he doesn't get, though, as he immediately sinks into place with a sharp breath intake, his back arched even as he does manage to settle his legs outside of Bakugou's, feet pressed into the bed. Just as he would take the opportunity to rise into a sitting position, he's very easily convinced to stay put as the other's hands get involved, the chill washing over his cock from the sudden exposure to the air soon replaced with a stimulating warmth. Once he's figured out this new position, he's quick to move again, his hands dug into the bed as his hips find rhythm with Bakugou's, the noises he makes louder than ever.
There's definitely a lot to like about this new position. Dito notes that being on top gives him much more freedom to move, which he takes advantage of, changing the arch in his back in an alternating fashion between higher and lower, giving his hips different angles from which to bounce. It's just natural for him to find some way to add something more than the same monotonous motions, seamlessly mixing it in with whatever his partner is doing. ]
[There are people who can bore him during sex, and he doesn't do it again with them. Even if Dito's more passive than some other partners, he's not just lying there taking it. His hips move, his ass is doing wonders on purpose or not, getting those vocal noises out of him is a reward in and of itself, and Bakugou's taking personal pleasure in shutting the brat up for a few minutes. Of course he's going to do a number of different things! It'd be boring as fuck if he just stuck it in and moved his hips around, and only that, until he came. Could've jerked off if that's all he wanted to do. Gripping Dito's hands, biting his ear, grinding his chest into his back, hooking a leg, only adds to the sensations.
Moving into a new position is another jolt of pleasure. Bakugou's breath husks past his lips and ghosts hot over Dito's ear as he leans over the disciple's shoulder. Teeth work at his earlobe and the back of his jaw, nipping in tandem with the blonde's breaths. It feels good when Dito arches his chest like that, skin dragging off skin for a rush of cool air between their bodies. Bakugou splays his hand over the smaller guy's torso, cupping a smooth pectoral, sliding across the light tone of his stomach, and returning again to pluck at a rosy nipple. He can feel his breaths filling his lungs, gasps jolting his body and moans deflating amid the thrusts. Yeah, Dito's not a passive pillow queen. Feet planted on the bed flanking his legs, hands fisting the sheets, hips lifting to bounce atop Bakugou's own as he meets his thrusts with those heady noises. He's sinking deeper inside him now, impaling Dito to the base with each thrust, occasionally brushing their sacs together with the bouncing movements for a different spark of pleasure.
Bakugou's momentarily surprised that Dito takes the initiative to move, but fuck if he doesn't like it. He lifts his chest into the other guy's arch when he moves, then drops it to give them some separation again. A sharp cuss pulls through his teeth thanks to Dito's hips gyrating on his own before returning to that rhythmic bouncing. He knows what he's doing, fuck. Bakugou squeezes Dito's cock in his hand, alternating between harder grips to lighter ripples of his fingers to encourage more of his precum out, sometimes stopping his hand entirely and letting Dito either fuck up into his fist or get shoved into his grip by Bakugou's own thrusts.]
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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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Date: 9/21/23 06:12 (UTC)Of course cleanup is annoying. Why would anyone else be there to do it? So that will absolutely be a surprise later. Maybe even a welcome one, though he'll likely still be confused over why people would bathe together. It just doesn't seem like a very efficient idea, and he's tried fucking in water before. It's really much more hassle than it's worth to get it working right, so that can't be the point either. But on the bright side, it's not something he's unwilling to at least try to figure out the point of, so he might just agree to this one. Actually, the idea that he doesn't have to deal with all the cleanup himself would be a huge selling point. Especially because he's certain to be an even bigger mess by the time they're done.
He's not really too concerned with being hurt, though. It's not that he feels he can't be. If that was the case, he wouldn't be torturing himself with this creepingly slow movement for the sake of being careful. But he's been through worse for less worthy reasons. He's also been through worse for just as worthy reasons, actually, so he knows he can live with it if he has to. But as long as Bakugou is willing to keep up the cautious pace, he's happy enough to go with that.
Though most of that clenching and flexing is just a natural reaction to the stimulation, Dito also has some well-practiced control over his body, and he knows how to move in subtle ways to create the types of sensations he wants to produce to keep Bakugou making those noises. He doesn't expect the same out of his partner, though, and that sudden twitch sets off a small chain reaction within him that leads to an almost violent shiver and an increase in the little sounds he continuously makes.
He's also caught off guard by suddenly being given directions? But before he can point out that he knows how to breathe, he finds out why, and actually does end up pressing his face into the pillow, though not a sound comes out of his parted lips. He barely even remembers to take that breath, drawing it in sharply and belated as he's pressed so firmly into the very damp bed beneath his hips. ]
Oh, holy shit...
[ That ends up muffled in the pillow, though it was nearly breathless to begin with. And should he take at least a moment to adjust to just how thoroughly he's filled, which sends constant waves of heat and pleasure through his body? Yes, probably. But he's already moving again, writhing beneath the other despite the reduced mobility he has now. ]
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Date: 9/21/23 13:30 (UTC)Guess Dito's going to get a surprise again when it comes to cleaning up. The hotel bath is big enough for two, easily given the spearman's (spearboy's) small size. No they're NOT gonna fuck in the damn water! Get that shit out of their system on the bed before getting in the bath. Ugh. He's not a fucking horndog. But considering he liked giving Dito a massage, maybe Bakugou won't dislike washing the guy up as well. It was kinda fun watching him turn into a puddle of goo, and that was with barely a third of his body done.]
Heh. Like that? [Bakugou slides his hands down Dito's arms, gives his hand and wrist a brief squeeze just to mess with him, and then braces his hands on either side of the smaller guy's head so he can slowly push his upper body up. Gives a nice arch to his spine (which it appreciates due to lying like this for a while) and gently nudges his hips firmly against Dito's ass again. All the way in. Dito's molding to every damn part of him, squeezing around his head, tightening ripples along his shaft, clenching his entrance tangibly at his base. Most of it's instinctive, but he can tell some of it's deliberate. Brat's got some good control of his body.
He didn't miss the previous reaction and as Bakugou starts to slowly rut himself against Dito's ass, thrusting in without really pulling out, he focuses on repeatedly tightening his stomach and twitching himself inside the other boy. Another pulse, another jump upward against the heated confines, mingling with those leisurely-but-firm grinds inside him. He wants to hear more of those little sounds and see that hard shudder Dito made last time.
Face planting into the damn pillow isn't going to stop his intentions either. Dito's writhing again, hips wriggling against his own, and Bakugou hooks his ankle over the disciple's Achilles tendon. More for contact than for trapping. Once he feels Dito's adjusted enough, he pulls backwards, pelvis peeling off the boy's cheeks with a sticky sound. An inch, two, three, all the way until his head tugs right at the back of Dito's ring. Then thrusts in again, actively starting up a rhythm.]
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Date: 9/22/23 09:46 (UTC)Whatever is planned for the bath, Dito really wouldn't expect sex to be part of those plans. Precisely because by that point there should have already been quite a lot of that, and it's time for a nap. Also, he's still very certain it wouldn't be worth the effort even if they did still have it in them. He just can't see any reason for sharing, so all of the options would have to go through his head before he finally just gave up with a mental shrug and let Bakugou do whatever it is he wants. Once he sees what that actually is, he's very likely to be perfectly happy with it. He really did enjoy that massage, and that's with thinking that it was basically almost over by the time he gave in to his baser needs, which he doesn't regret one bit. ]
Ugh, fuck. It's so good...
[ He'd usually have to ask if he's expected to say no to a question like that, but those words are all he feels compelled to say. It's like Bakugou dicked the sarcasm and snark right out of him for the time being. He's perfectly fine with that. Less fine is whatever happens there with his hand, but it doesn't last long enough for him to question it, as too soon afterward his attention is immediately diverted by that last fulfilling push, his body easily acclimatizing by continuing to produce all those little sensations in whatever way possible.
Folding his arms under his head so he's not directly breathing pillow, he can be better heard, the sounds mingled within his rapid breathing through perpetually parted lips. There is another shudder that races through his body and catches his breath briefly, but it's definitely much more tame than the previous one.
The one Bakugou is looking for does come again, only a little later, when Dito is settled into this constant blanket of pleasurable excitement, worked up over anticipation on what must happen next. It's when he can feel the other move again in a more dramatic fashion, and he holds his breath without thinking as those inches slide free that it builds, and the following thrust finally elicits that deep shiver and a loud moan. His fingers tightly grip the pillow beneath his head as the rhythm starts and he takes a moment to get used to it before letting his hips move along with it. ]
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Date: 9/23/23 04:28 (UTC)Yeah, he's not planning sex in the bath. Not this time at least. It'll be more fun to turn Dito into a mush pile again. Despite the clash, he's curious to learn more about the guy. Won't say it aloud, cause that sounds fucking stupid, but Dito's interesting. Fucking weird too, but interesting. There's things he'd enjoy that Bakugou would normally take for granted. Then again, there's probably things in Midgard Bakugou would stare at in surprise that Dito wouldn't give a second glance. Tourist phenomena.]
Fuck... Mhn...
[It's supposed to be a fucking fuck question! You know, answer yes because it does feel good and it's a turn on to say it? But since there's no sarcastic response, something Bakugou notes in the back of his brain somewhere, he'll take that in pride and continue moving. Dicking the smartass out of the brat is a victory. Fingers curl int the sheets as he pumps his hips forward, pressing Dito's dick down against the bed and making sure the other boy's cock ruts into the slick sheets each time. Less to enjoy the mess and more to enjoy the sensation of soft, warm, and wet firmness pressing against him while a larger, firm, wetness stretches him open from behind. Dito's adjusting to his size quickly enough.
Bakugou eases his thrusts slightly when Dito moves his arms, giving him a brief relief so he can situate himself. Fuck, it's hotter now that he can hear his voice even better. Bakugou's arms harden and his shoulders hitch a bit as a breathless cuss spills out of his mouth when that full-body shudder runs down Dito's figure and travels right up his dick. Then picks up the pace again, using his braced arms and strong hips to work the deeper rhythm that goes from head to base each thrust.
Dito's hips move with his, finding a pattern that matches his own. It feels really good, how his body arches at the base of his spine to follow him, then drops when Bakugou spears him again. Once Dito's snug around him and used to his size and speed, Bakugou starts changing up the pace. Thrusting in completely and then grinding against his rear without pulling away. Finds his prostate without even trying, precum oozing against it as his head presses into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Pulling out to the head and shallowly bucking just an inch or two into him in a fast pace to make his ring flutter in and out. Or sheathing himself and going still, only twitching himself in the disciple's tight grip by clenching his abs.
It's a hot exploration, finding out what Dito likes, what he responds best to. He toys with the idea of dragging the boy back onto his hands and knees and fucking him like that, but the brat looks so comfortable lying there below him, arms crossed and breath answering his thrusts, Bakugou's willing to save it for another time.]
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Date: 10/3/23 07:11 (UTC)Besides, one-on-one fights are usually boring, with nowhere near enough bloodshed to make him happy. No, he'd much rather spend the time in bed, especially with someone well-endowed preferably plowing him into the bedding.
So this is pretty much an ideal day. Despite the dampness of the sheets beneath him, everything else about the way Bakugou presses him into the bed is just about perfect, angle and pressure-wise. It leaves his arms free to support his head since he doesn't have to get one of his hands involved. And it is still nicely warm. That's actually kind of impressive of Bakugou to be able to manage that, though Dito is only barely in any kind of state of mind to bother noticing that it's done on purpose and not just happenstance.
He really was able to work himself up quite a lot within his own imagination, for once having no reason to try to calm it down before he went too far. As such, he was already at an incredibly high level of arousal by the time Bakugou finally decided to get in on the party.
Advantageously, that head start actually led to him being so wound up in anticipation that it doesn't take him too long to adjust and get situated as the thrusting begins in earnest.
Dito is, indeed, very good at picking up on the other's pacing and matching it without moving in a way that drags everything awkwardly out of sync. When Bakugou stops to grind against him, he'll find himself ground right back against. Even when Dito's most sensitive areas are hit and he presses back extra hard with a loud expletive that goes as unmuffled as the rest of the sounds he makes between heavy, quick breaths, every inner muscle pulsates and squeezes as his hips subtly gyrate. It doesn't seem to matter what Bakugou moves on to experiment with; Dito quite readily adjusts and finds a way to counter and return every little ripple of pleasure sent radiating through him. He does clearly appear to respond best to a simple fast-paced deep thrust, but the difference is small enough to make it obvious that he doesn't have much of a preference as long as it feels good, and so far there hasn't been one second that doesn't. ]
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Date: 10/4/23 00:25 (UTC)One-on-one fights are fucking awesome, getting the most attention and allowing for focused creativity to show your utter domination! Well, only if the person he's fighting is worth the effort and challenge. A group melee's annoying, messy, and there's no fun to be had mauling small fry. Kind of like one-to-one fucking rather than writhing around in an orgy.
Bakugou's fucking impressive in all ways, thank you very much. So he'd say. Dito was tight when he pushed in at first, but now that he's adjusted to his size, that tense grip eases into an incredible snug that has Bakugou's fingers kneading the bed beside the other boy's arms and his breath catching at random intervals. Squeezing around his tip, then softening as his shaft glides past his ring and into the squelching length of his tunnel, before rippling all over his entire shaft once his hips snug up against Dito's pert cheeks with a firm slap. Feels like he's trying to drag his dick further inside.
A louder cuss tumbles over his lips when Dito pushes back against him, glutes plushing to his pelvis and cramming just that tiny bit of extra girth inside him whenever the smaller guy thrusts back with more force. It sounds good when he and Dito curse at the same time, sometimes matching words, sometimes differing, and Bakugou tries to pump more out of him. His elbows bow out and almost buckle as the disciple gyrates his ass against his hips, stirring his cock around inside Dito's heat. Bakugou ends up dropping to his forearms, driving the other guy an inch or two up the bed with that hard thrust. It doesn't surprise him that Dito lacks any real "favorite" preference as far as sex goes. Likely never had the opportunity to form one. But that lets Bakugou continue changing things up, always returning back to those simple, fast-and-deep thrusts that sends Dito bouncing on the bed. He drops his hips again, thrusts in hard, then draws up, bucking shallow and quick, before leaning his head down and biting Dito's ear.] Wanna change position, or you good?
[Not that he's going to stop fucking him even if they do swap positions.]
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Date: 10/8/23 03:59 (UTC)One-on-one fights are basically the worst. Dito isn't a very creative fighter. Probably because he's not in it for the fight itself, anyway. Too much exertion. Too much risk of building muscle and getting hurt, all very high on his list of things he'd rather avoid. It's the beautiful sounds of agony and cries of terror and pain he likes. And, of course, the blood. And you just don't get a lot of any of those things from a single opponent. Not nearly enough for him, at least.
Orgies can be kind of annoying, though. That is true.
As Dito ends up pushed up the bed, the pillow beneath him gets dragged along, and for a second he becomes muffled again, so overcome by that hard thrust that he doesn't bother making an attempt to liberate his face from the fluffy plushness its been shoved into. Not long after, however, he does manage to reconfigure his arms and free himself to be just as loud and clear as before. At this point, Dito might actually be able to be convinced to agree that Bakugou is impressive in many ways, though so far he only has a very limited point of view, so he can only speak with authority on the few criteria that are important in this moment.
It is true that Dito hasn't really had much of a chance to form any specific preference, but he also just isn't picky enough to worry about it. He's 100% just happy enough to be one of the people actually having a good time with the experience, and all else is icing. Besides, it allows him to enjoy pretty much anything Bakugou decides to try and reciprocate in equal measure, which he continues to do, keeping up with little effort.
Even the sudden bite to his ear is unexpectedly nice. That's usually weird, but with all of his nerves reaching for the surface and making his entire body an incredibly sensitive zone, it catches his breath and he almost drops into the pillow again from the surprise. Almost. ]
What, are you bored? [ Okay, but he is kind of curious. ] Yeah, sure, let's move.
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Date: 10/9/23 07:09 (UTC)Good thing is Bakugou doesn't like fighting opponents who aren't in the fight with the same intensity he is. Weak opponents piss him off for making him waste his time on their pathetic efforts. Apathetic opponents immediately rankle his pride, figuring they don't see him as a worthwhile opponent and thus are directly insulting his skills. Luckily he's already noted a lot of that with Dito, so probably only bother trying to challenge him once before realizing it's pointless.
Let him carve through some monster mooks or something instead.
Sometimes those few criteria are all one needs to make a decision. Bakugou might have some positive things to say about Dito as well, if his voice was working for more than those low pants and grunts escaping around the occasional curse words. Seeing and feeling him scramble a bit to gather the pillow back against his chest and let his mouth free again is a fucking turn on, causing the blonde's arousal to jerk and twitch inside the other boy's body. He ruts forward again and again, adding a scooping curl to his hips to simulate digging himself into and upward. Shaft scraping "behind" Dito's abs before pushing towards the small of his back and stretching his rim around the base of his dick.]
Tch- [The little click of his tongue flicks against the shell of Dito's ear trapped between his teeth is the answer for his partner stubbornly refusing to dive his face into the pillow out of sheer sensation. Brat's got reserves. He nips once more before release the curve of skin and runs his tongue across it to soothe the bite.] Hardly.
[Bored? He fucking wishes. Bakugou shifts on his knees, scoops an arm under Dito's torso (thanks for the slight elevation, pillow), hooks a leg beneath the other boy's, and then pulls to the side. The warmth of the bed leaves in a smooth rush as Bakugou rolls onto his back, pulling Dito along with him and leaving the other boy splayed out atop him with his back pressing flush to the blonde's chest. Not that the spearsman weighs that much, but it's enough to cause him to sink his weight down onto Bakugou's dick, gravity adding to the hero's thrusts as he starts bucking his hips up into Dito's ass. The hand on his chest splays over his torso, fingers messing with a nipple, while the other slides down the boy's smooth stomach and wraps around Dito's cock. Slick from precum and getting shoved into the bed all this time.]
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Date: 10/21/23 13:15 (UTC)He would actually be incredibly offended if Bakugou was bored at this point. As Dito had pointed out some time ago, he's only really good at a few things, and this is probably number two on that three-item list. He has, however, never met anyone who did quite so many different things in one encounter. That's different. Usually it gets spread over a few experiences before he does get bored or annoyed with the person. He doesn't hate it, though. It's interesting, for sure.
And he did agree to move, though the execution still catches him off guard, as he doesn't even have anything to hold onto but the pillow, which he lets go of as soon as he notices he has it. It's a whole moment of complete loss of control that he needs a second to recover from. A second he doesn't get, though, as he immediately sinks into place with a sharp breath intake, his back arched even as he does manage to settle his legs outside of Bakugou's, feet pressed into the bed.
Just as he would take the opportunity to rise into a sitting position, he's very easily convinced to stay put as the other's hands get involved, the chill washing over his cock from the sudden exposure to the air soon replaced with a stimulating warmth. Once he's figured out this new position, he's quick to move again, his hands dug into the bed as his hips find rhythm with Bakugou's, the noises he makes louder than ever.
There's definitely a lot to like about this new position. Dito notes that being on top gives him much more freedom to move, which he takes advantage of, changing the arch in his back in an alternating fashion between higher and lower, giving his hips different angles from which to bounce. It's just natural for him to find some way to add something more than the same monotonous motions, seamlessly mixing it in with whatever his partner is doing. ]
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Date: 10/21/23 17:46 (UTC)Moving into a new position is another jolt of pleasure. Bakugou's breath husks past his lips and ghosts hot over Dito's ear as he leans over the disciple's shoulder. Teeth work at his earlobe and the back of his jaw, nipping in tandem with the blonde's breaths. It feels good when Dito arches his chest like that, skin dragging off skin for a rush of cool air between their bodies. Bakugou splays his hand over the smaller guy's torso, cupping a smooth pectoral, sliding across the light tone of his stomach, and returning again to pluck at a rosy nipple. He can feel his breaths filling his lungs, gasps jolting his body and moans deflating amid the thrusts. Yeah, Dito's not a passive pillow queen. Feet planted on the bed flanking his legs, hands fisting the sheets, hips lifting to bounce atop Bakugou's own as he meets his thrusts with those heady noises. He's sinking deeper inside him now, impaling Dito to the base with each thrust, occasionally brushing their sacs together with the bouncing movements for a different spark of pleasure.
Bakugou's momentarily surprised that Dito takes the initiative to move, but fuck if he doesn't like it. He lifts his chest into the other guy's arch when he moves, then drops it to give them some separation again. A sharp cuss pulls through his teeth thanks to Dito's hips gyrating on his own before returning to that rhythmic bouncing. He knows what he's doing, fuck. Bakugou squeezes Dito's cock in his hand, alternating between harder grips to lighter ripples of his fingers to encourage more of his precum out, sometimes stopping his hand entirely and letting Dito either fuck up into his fist or get shoved into his grip by Bakugou's own thrusts.]