[He wants to go again? Aki groans quietly when Denji pulls him out, the way his hand strokes over his too-sensitive dick. If they do it again, will he be able to break through to that final space? Will he be able to prove that Denji will care for him, will love him unconditionally like he does Denji? Will it show him his heart?]

[Aki sighs, reaching to tug him back from the door, then carefully guides him down to the ground, onto his back, Aki settling right at his entrance on his knees. It's a little gross to do it on the floor of a bar, both of their releases not too far away, but last night felt closer than this. He wants to replicate it. Wants to try and achieve that again. This is the devil's doing, his mind tells him, and he knows that. He's not stupid. Futility - it's the name of the game. But he doesn't care. Like when you've smoked half a pack of cigarettes in a night, what's one more?]

You... [He leans down close and kisses him, almost gentle compared to before, but the coating of Denji's blood is still fresh on his lips.] Want you to ride me. Got it?