[Aki thinks he's about to hit him when he lunges up like that, his grip loosening for a moment as he nearly moves away from Denji. He stops just as he feels his hips buck, his eyes flicking down to see his hand coming up, wrapping around him, holding him close. And Aki misunderstands it. Doesn't know if Denji means to do this. If he's hesitating or simply stopping. He keeps thrusting upward into his hand so he has to assume it's his intention. So Aki bridges the distance and kisses him.]

[It's been awhile since he's done this. Anything like this. Even the simple act of touching someone feels alien and strange after so long without it, despite grabbing onto Denji whenever the opportunity presents itself. He doesn't kiss him for long, simply presses his lips against his before letting it break, allowing Denji to do what he likes. His hand keeps pumping him regardless. Thinking, maybe stupidly, that he'll remember to do the one thing he told him to do during this. To at least give him a heads up before he's going to come.]

[It's just a kiss, he reminds himself, staring down at him. Half the time they never mean anything.]