Anyone else would have considered Shigaraki's behavior a rejection, but Dito didn't get where he was in life being bad at reading people's true intentions. He's suddenly reminded of his previous tangles with Zero, the way she would voice her desire to couple with him with a brief glance and a nod in his direction. No emotion behind it, no heaving bosoms and eyes that shone with feeling-- merely an acknowledgement of her needs and his ability to fulfill them.
The curl of Shigaraki's fingers against his own-- so subtle-- is encouragement enough, even though his words suggest a bored detachment at most. Dito cocks his head coquettishly to one side, widens his eyes in a mocking display of innocent surprise.
"Perhaps what's stopping me is the fact that you haven't 'gone for' me yet, my dear Lord Wraith. I mean, I've made my intentions pretty well known, and you've put up this disinterested front-- isn't it about time we give this dance a rest? I mean... look where you have me right now."
A slight shift of his hips to put emphasis on their positions against the counter. One of Dito's legs finds its way in between Shigaraki's, rubbing up against him in a way that indicates that this was no accident.
"But fine. You want to play the Tall, White and Mysterious card a little longer-- I get it. Looks like it's once again up to me to do all the work."
He raises himself upward just the slightest bit, his chest very close to touching Shigaraki's. Dito huffs out a quiet breath of laughter as he closes the distance between him and the other man.
"You should be flattered, you know. Because despite my better judgement, our sentiments are the same. You fascinate me."
There's nothing more that needs to be said. All that's left is to act. Before his common sense can get the better of him, Dito leans forward and pushes his lips against Shigaraki's neck. The man's skin is rough and raw, like sandpaper against his mouth. Dito detaches for a split second to wet his lips with his tongue before leaning in again, attacking the other man's neck with lips and tongue and the increasingly intensifying impress of teeth.
He might be killed for this. He very likely will be killed for this. But he's pretty certain that no matter how painful his potential disintegration might be, he'll have few regrets.
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The curl of Shigaraki's fingers against his own-- so subtle-- is encouragement enough, even though his words suggest a bored detachment at most. Dito cocks his head coquettishly to one side, widens his eyes in a mocking display of innocent surprise.
"Perhaps what's stopping me is the fact that you haven't 'gone for' me yet, my dear Lord Wraith. I mean, I've made my intentions pretty well known, and you've put up this disinterested front-- isn't it about time we give this dance a rest? I mean... look where you have me right now."
A slight shift of his hips to put emphasis on their positions against the counter. One of Dito's legs finds its way in between Shigaraki's, rubbing up against him in a way that indicates that this was no accident.
"But fine. You want to play the Tall, White and Mysterious card a little longer-- I get it. Looks like it's once again up to me to do all the work."
He raises himself upward just the slightest bit, his chest very close to touching Shigaraki's. Dito huffs out a quiet breath of laughter as he closes the distance between him and the other man.
"You should be flattered, you know. Because despite my better judgement, our sentiments are the same. You fascinate me."
There's nothing more that needs to be said. All that's left is to act. Before his common sense can get the better of him, Dito leans forward and pushes his lips against Shigaraki's neck. The man's skin is rough and raw, like sandpaper against his mouth. Dito detaches for a split second to wet his lips with his tongue before leaning in again, attacking the other man's neck with lips and tongue and the increasingly intensifying impress of teeth.
He might be killed for this. He very likely will be killed for this. But he's pretty certain that no matter how painful his potential disintegration might be, he'll have few regrets.