[ Ah, the way his cock nudges into him like a drive-by kiss, the heavy slide of it as he comes to rest up against his tightening abdomen — Denji feels roasted, a blistering hotness, as if Aki's taken a cast iron straight from the stovetop and left the bottom dredges of heat cooling against his skin. Teasing a closeness that blitzes any thoughts that don't have a thing to do with Aki chewing him up and spitting him out, churning into him until he's soft and malleable enough to digest whole. And wouldn't that be a dream come true? To pretend he's valuable enough for someone to take their time to get to know him, cut by cut, delicately flaying skin from meat, bothering to find the right temperature to sear his edges at.
Straining at Aki's hold on his shoulder, Denji's hips twitch without meaning to, the tip of his erection, leaking precome the way nectar drips from an overripe flower, skating past Aki's shaft, leaving a luscent smear in its wake. The contact is brief, not even proper frotting, but it has his mouth watering, his thoughts running sick with how he can nearly taste him. To the point that when Aki orders him to do something, he looks lost, like he wouldn't be able to find the door, let alone run for it, without being pointed in the correct direction. ]
Huh? My leg?
[ He blinks at him sedately. Then, he fumbles to get his underwear shoved back down enough slip one of his feet out, but it's slow. Might be too slow for Aki. ]
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Straining at Aki's hold on his shoulder, Denji's hips twitch without meaning to, the tip of his erection, leaking precome the way nectar drips from an overripe flower, skating past Aki's shaft, leaving a luscent smear in its wake. The contact is brief, not even proper frotting, but it has his mouth watering, his thoughts running sick with how he can nearly taste him. To the point that when Aki orders him to do something, he looks lost, like he wouldn't be able to find the door, let alone run for it, without being pointed in the correct direction. ]
Huh? My leg?
[ He blinks at him sedately. Then, he fumbles to get his underwear shoved back down enough slip one of his feet out, but it's slow. Might be too slow for Aki. ]