[ What flies past his lips as a yelp melts into the kiss as a dragging moan once the wooden paneling levels sharply between his shoulder blades, hard just like the way their mouths bruise together. Smearing, moving, their desire joining to create a single-minded beast in some ouroboric contest to see who's hungrier. If hunger is even the right word for this. He's not sure. All the times he's stared at that tarnished ceiling in his shed, willing away the chasmal ache in his belly by imagining himself stuffed with all sorts of food, can't compare to whatever is growling, scratching at the gate, within in him now. Not a hunger, but maybe an old longing. An old hopelessness —
Stop, stop, stop. Don't think.
His hands grapple for the waistline of Aki's pants, fingers bending through his belt loops, tugging him in closer so that one of his knees is wedged between Denji's spread legs. He can feel it rubbing into the shape of his growing erection, and whether that's intended or not, it feels good, makes a flush burn up his chest, trussing around his neck like the bindings of a rope — but it's not even close to how good it'd feel to be nailed by the heat of his hips instead. And, as if to communicate this, Denji gives into the humiliation of openly bucking into his leg like some unneutered stray, so warmed and sensitive to his every touch he could simply dry hump him and get off that way.
Pitifully overcome by his own pleasure, Denji momentarily breaks from him, face half-turned to gasp out, ] You're so mean.
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Stop, stop, stop. Don't think.
His hands grapple for the waistline of Aki's pants, fingers bending through his belt loops, tugging him in closer so that one of his knees is wedged between Denji's spread legs. He can feel it rubbing into the shape of his growing erection, and whether that's intended or not, it feels good, makes a flush burn up his chest, trussing around his neck like the bindings of a rope — but it's not even close to how good it'd feel to be nailed by the heat of his hips instead. And, as if to communicate this, Denji gives into the humiliation of openly bucking into his leg like some unneutered stray, so warmed and sensitive to his every touch he could simply dry hump him and get off that way.
Pitifully overcome by his own pleasure, Denji momentarily breaks from him, face half-turned to gasp out, ] You're so mean.