[ "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: 10/21/23 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.]