[ The rear of his head whips back against the wood, black stars painting his vision, so stinging and dizzying he has to force his eyes closed just to collect his bearings. He's tense, woefully unprepared for Aki's naked cock thrusting inside him without warning, hard and rough and meeting the resistance of the unstretched ring of muscle. He's not even all the way sheathed, but it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad high thighs are quivering — but also it's Aki, the real life curve of him, rifle and remedy all in one swing of his hips. The torment of him pressing in, it's — it's perfect. It has to be perfect. There's no one else who's ever going to feign wanting him like this with such believable urgency.
Last time, he'd yelled until his vocal chords had gone rusted, even after getting lubed up, but now nothing comes out besides a stuttering breath through his clenched canines. Aki, Aki, Aki, he thinks but doesn't say. Can't, like the spores he inhaled earlier have taken root inside him, stems thorning up his throat. ]
A — Ahhh… You — asshole — [ A curse feels like a fine substitute for where his name would take post right now, his wounded hand reaching over to drag against Aki's scalp, fisting around locks of his hair and ripping him forward for a biting kiss. It's not fair that Denji's the only one who gets to be in pain. ]
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Last time, he'd yelled until his vocal chords had gone rusted, even after getting lubed up, but now nothing comes out besides a stuttering breath through his clenched canines. Aki, Aki, Aki, he thinks but doesn't say. Can't, like the spores he inhaled earlier have taken root inside him, stems thorning up his throat. ]
A — Ahhh… You — asshole — [ A curse feels like a fine substitute for where his name would take post right now, his wounded hand reaching over to drag against Aki's scalp, fisting around locks of his hair and ripping him forward for a biting kiss. It's not fair that Denji's the only one who gets to be in pain. ]