[The tease of the sound of his name on his lips burns hotter than what it feels like inside of him. Aki takes in a breath before he's barraged with his teeth and lips, meeting both as he sinks fully into him. The tension and the stretch feels incredible, both wonderful and horrible at once. It's tight and it's harsh and he feels the shift of his muscles and body every centimeter he moves, the way he twitches and struggles and flinches around him. The grip on his thigh grows tight as he forces it up and toward the door. He could make it worse.]
Denji -
[He bites clean through his lip in one go, splitting it and feeling the heat of blood on his own. Aki leans in to kiss it up, not soothing or careful or caring. He's taking what he can get right now. It's cruel and harsh and he thinks, maybe, when Denji comes out of this, he'll be upset. Probably, Aki will be upset with himself, too. But that's fine - Until he can get him to say his name, to prove he knows who's fucking him, he'll keep pushing.]
[Aki pulls his hips back before rutting forward again, the satisfying sink of heat more stretched this time but still strained. He repeats the motion and revels in the discomfort, like a seal of proof that he's the one doing this. He's completely connected to Denji right now. He doesn't need his name out of his mouth to know that - he wishes he believed. Even this deep into him, holding him against the wall and kissing and sucking the blood from his lips, he's still waiting for Denji to acknowledge him. To prove he's right there with him.]
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[The tease of the sound of his name on his lips burns hotter than what it feels like inside of him. Aki takes in a breath before he's barraged with his teeth and lips, meeting both as he sinks fully into him. The tension and the stretch feels incredible, both wonderful and horrible at once. It's tight and it's harsh and he feels the shift of his muscles and body every centimeter he moves, the way he twitches and struggles and flinches around him. The grip on his thigh grows tight as he forces it up and toward the door. He could make it worse.]
Denji -
[He bites clean through his lip in one go, splitting it and feeling the heat of blood on his own. Aki leans in to kiss it up, not soothing or careful or caring. He's taking what he can get right now. It's cruel and harsh and he thinks, maybe, when Denji comes out of this, he'll be upset. Probably, Aki will be upset with himself, too. But that's fine - Until he can get him to say his name, to prove he knows who's fucking him, he'll keep pushing.]
[Aki pulls his hips back before rutting forward again, the satisfying sink of heat more stretched this time but still strained. He repeats the motion and revels in the discomfort, like a seal of proof that he's the one doing this. He's completely connected to Denji right now. He doesn't need his name out of his mouth to know that - he wishes he believed. Even this deep into him, holding him against the wall and kissing and sucking the blood from his lips, he's still waiting for Denji to acknowledge him. To prove he's right there with him.]