[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: 9/23/23 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.]