[Feeling Denji's tongue on his mouth is one thing. It's another to feel it on his chest, like a hot iron spreading molten oil over his body. He wants to grab him right now and pin him to the floor, yank his pants off - ]

[And then he asks that, and Aki falters for a moment. Does he... not? He stares down at Denji in somewhat confused silence, no idea how to respond to the clarification. In the chair? In the bar? ...At all?]

[He sets his jaw.]

You always kill the mood.

[He stands with that statement, grabbing Denji by the hip to force him against the doorway leading into the small kitchen area. All the walls are lined with picture frames and menu boards so those won't do. The door, however, is simple stained wood and will work just fine. Pushing Denji up against it, he meets his lips again to resume the kiss, hard and rough, like a small punishment for asking a stupid question. Of course they're doing it here. Does Denji really think Aki could get home as turned on as he is right now?]