[Denji's sharp teeth are something Aki didn't expect to actually be sharp. He's been bitten by a lot of things in his life. Devils, fiends. Meowy once, when she was too excited and chomped down on his foot as he wiggled it in front of her. But never Denji, and the shock of feeling how sharp his teeth actually are makes him inhale sharply in the second kiss. Like he shouldn't enjoy it. So why does he?]

[He doesn't look convinced at all that Denji forgot, but the harsh look he's giving him turns guarded and uncertain when he suddenly makes that offer. He wants to tell him no, that he's disgusting and Aki has no desire for him to touch him. But it's not true and he couldn't pass a lie like that. Staring across at him, he can't believe this is what has worked him up. A year of celibacy and feelings of not even being connected to his own body and just watching Denji succumb to an orgasm gets him hard? It's shameful.]

What would you even do? [He tries to make it sound harsh. Like he doesn't trust him to do it right. But his voice sounds too genuine, too much like he's stamping down on curiosity and hope that's curling up and out from under his shoe.]