[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: 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.]