[The feeling of Denji pulling at his pants makes him go from simply erect to panting, his mouth back on his throat, dragging over his apple. He wants to choke him, to pin him to the floor, to tie him up until he can't move, can't dream of even turning his head without begging Aki to let him first. He's worthless, his mind tells him. He doesn't even deserve you. He's a stupid kid with a sad life and you're his last chance at getting laid. But he has no idea if he's describing Denji or himself.]

[His hands join Denji's and he pulls the close of his pants apart, lets them fall down to his knees. He can't let him find out that this is a stupid idea. He has to move fast, can't give him time to think and time to regret this. He can't give him time to change his mind. His cock free to the cold air, Aki presses forward against Denji's hand, gliding his own head against his before pressing it against his stomach, moving close, close enough that he can't run away. One hand holds his cock against his skin, as if measuring how far he'll go when he pushes it in. The other keeps his shoulder pinned into the door. His eyes stare hard into Denji's.]

Lift your leg. [His voice is stony, demanding. Impatient but not in the same way Denji is. He has to keep reminding himself to not let him find out - Denji can't know how stupid of an idea this is. Then he'll fly right out that door and leave him with that annoying, confident cackle.]