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[ Knocking. The roar of ammunition fire in his ears. Blasts of heat and debris sticking to his face, dust crusting in his eyes. A delirious and delicious taste, sweet red like pomegranate, like Aki's skin scraping open in his mouth.

Denji doesn't talk much about what happened that day.

Not unusual, since he doesn't really talk much about any of what transpired prior to meeting Nayuta, either. Or about how sometimes he can still sense, not even hear, but sense a phone ringing in the distance, its pull like a spiral cord that's gone taut, that's trying to make its way back home and if he follows its trail, he might just find someone familiar on the other end of the receiver.

No, he doesn't tell anyone all that, because, see, the last time he did, Kishibe had just hummed and looked at him, the kind of look Denji would get from adults whenever they caught him picking through the dumpster for his next meal: pitying. Then, he'd shook out a flask from the inside of his coat and said, "Sometimes it's better for the line to go dead, kid."

Weird response, right? It'd made Denji go silent, think a bit. And after a while, he hadn't liked that so much, so he'd changed the subject to something inoffensive, like complaining about how much Nayuta's so much better at arcade games than he is, but Kishibe had cut him short at that point to go take a call.

Naturally, Denji had followed.

It's a little sad that a man in his silver years is the only person he can confide in, but Kishibe's not a bad guy — and that's coming from someone who generally hates men. Then again, the guy doesn't show his gaunt face around these parts unless he absolutely has to, which is probably by his own design, so it helps that he's never around long enough for Denji to get sick of seeing him. Up until that conversation, his absence wouldn't have been something Denji paid notice to. It'd usually take weeks and months and Nayuta asking where the funny, drunk geezer who always sneaks her hard candy is for him to see past the everyday chaos of being Tokyo's friendly neighborhood Chainsaw Man.

But as Denji creeped closer, overhearing some words but not registering most of them, a dangerous curiosity brought him to the edge of his hiding spot. What the hell has this dude been up to?

And then he'd froze.

"So the Gun Devil's position has been compromised. Initiate a tactical retreat."

Afterward, he hadn't done anything for a solid week besides go to school, kick some devil ass and stare vacantly at a pair of eggs frying in the pan for dinner each evening. Predictably, Nayuta had rapidly gotten sick of the menu. So before he could make his eighth pair of fried eggs, she'd scaled up his back and twisted his earlobes until he begged for forgiveness.

"Stuuupid! Dummy! Get a hold of yourself!" Nayuta raged on. "No more acting weird, or else I'm putting doggy kibble in your cereal again!"

She was right. He needed to get a hold of himself. Yeah, he was dumb, but that didn't mean he had eggshells for brains. He could still do stuff in his own way.

In the following weeks, Denji spent his time hounding members of the Devil Hunter Club for all and any relevant knowledge pertaining to devils. From rumors about recent devil sightings, to insights into things like the theoretical mechanics behind how long it took for certain types of devils to die in Hell and be reborn, to mathematical equations projecting the survivability rate of fiends based on the velocity and quantity of violence…

Of course, he only understood about three-percent of anything at any given time, but one detail of interest shared by some gloomy, pig-tailed girl stood out to him. According to her, a mysterious amount of devils had been slain in the Kabukicho district, none of which had been reported by either civilian hunters or Public Safety ones.

Anyone with half their wits would be able to easily determine that this wasn't a reasonable lead, but for Denji? He could feel something trilling out to him. ]

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Meh, if you say so.

[ Comes Denji's grumbles over Aki suddenly taking charge. He's not that clueless. He'd come back with extra-large and large condoms, in case the first pack couldn't fit. The lubricant Rilakkuma brand ones, too. He knows what's up. But whatever. Though he's loathe to admit it, it's reassuring to know Aki has a better grasp on how all this works compared to him. ]

Now that you mention… [ His head tilts to the side. ] She'd usually be back by now?

[ "Heeey, Chainsaw Man!!!"

Conveniently, or inconveniently, depending on who you're talking to, a familiar voice blares from the TV set speakers. The live broadcast from earlier is still ongoing, and on it, a young girl touting a braid and backpack is clutching on to a news reporter's shaking mic. A few other elementary school students can be seen rallying behind her.

"Come out already! What's taking you so long to hunt this devil, huh?! They're stinking up the neighborhood and I wanna watch you murderize it! Lazybones! Slacker!" ]

N-Nayuta…?! Wha — I'm not lazy! [ Hands braced against the sides of his head, Denji whirls around to face Aki, panicked. ] Ahhhh, I knew she'd act out 'cause you're not nice to her!

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[It's his fault?! How is it his fault? How does treating her like what she is cause her to go on a television news show and yell at Denji through it?]

...Public Safety exists to take care of devils. [He turns away from the television set and shakes his head.] Teach her that, already. Why is she so obsessed with you being the one to do all the work?

[He pauses, but before Denji can answer adds - ] I wasn't even rude to her. [Just ignored her. And maybe looked at her like she was a dirt stain he hadn't been able to fully clean away.]

But I told you before, she's picky about her rules and things like that. Stuff that belongs to her. [ Er — ] Or that she thinks belongs to her. [ Denji's been trying to work with her on that, but the conversations always deteriorate into ineffectual compromises. While he and Nayuta have a special relationship, one in which they tacitly trust each other, he still hasn't gotten the hang of disciplining her. It always makes him feel weird. Probably because he's still learning how to discipline himself. ] Plus, you keep callin' her a devil when she's at least 75-percent — no, 85-percent regular kid!

[ Also, Aki called her idea stupid earlier. But Denji's convinced enough that he's covered his bases here that he doesn't bring it up. ]

…I should go get her. [ So much for relaxing, but he's gotta find her a babysitter she won't make do something dumb like mimic a waddling duck for hours on end. The TV blinks off. ] I'll talk to her about the Chainsaw Man stuff, it's not like she knows about our deal.

[Regular kid. Aki stares at him disbelievingly.]

She is a devil. Just because she looks like a kid doesn't make her one. She's a devil.

[He stresses that word the second time, like maybe Denji forgot or something. Do they only count to him if they don't look like humans? That's the most dangerous part of devils - their ability to blend in.]

Fine, go get her. [So annoying. How did Denji get saddled with this kid? And now he's sacrificing all his time to take care of her. Annoying as hell.] She should know the whole world isn't going to be nice to her just because she looks like a kid. Human or devil, that's the same no matter what. [A pithy excuse, but it's something Aki does believe.]

[ Denji's affinity for devils isn't necessarily limited to humanoids. Pochita was his family at first, after all, and though he never really bonded with any other beast-like devils, he did used to try to kill them painlessly. Aki got on his case about that, too. ]

Don't get all pissy with me, dude.

[ At some point, he'd relocated to his school bag, rifling through its contents to make sure he has everything he needs before he leaves. He pulls out a few sheets of unfinished assignments. Squints at them… before shoving them back in, crumpled. Don't need that. ]

You aren't the whole world. You're a guy living in her house who's been givin' her the icy treatment these past couple days. [ Feeling around a bit more, he pulls out something else, a plastic baggy full of suckers. Bribing material. That gets dumped into his pocket. ] Human or devil my ass — that'd mess with anyone.

[ He considers heading out on that note, but after a moment, seems to reconsider it, popping one of the candies into his mouth as turns back to look at Aki. ]

C'mere, would ya?

[It's not her house, Aki wants to snap, but he settles for just looking peeved. He doesn't agree. If she's going to choose to live in the human world, she should be prepared to deal with people's reactions to her as a devil.]

[Plus, Gun really doesn't like her and so he doesn't like the way his stomach wrenches into knots whenever she's around.]

What? [He crosses the room, uncrossing his arms from his judgmental pose a moment ago.] If you want me to be the one to explain it to her, I will. That you're done with this superhero stuff.

Forget it, she'll try to make you eat Meowy's wet food if you do that. Now, watch this.

[ Denji doesn't actually do anything too interesting. Just rolls the head of the sucker from one side of his mouth to the other, relishing the high-fructose corn syrup on the palate of his tongue up until he tugs it from his mouth, shiny from his spit, and plops it into Aki's lips. It's a specialty Denji-flavored raspberry. ]

Tada. Indirect kiss — a super hot magician taught me that trick. Open sesame.

[ He presses it in, not exactly masking his insistence. Mostly, he just wanted to clear the air a little. Much of the stuff with Nayuta is his blame to shoulder, so… ]

I'll be back. And so will you, right?

[Aki startles badly when Denji pushes the sucker at him, lips parting almost on instinct and suddenly his mouth tastes like raspberry. He looks particularly annoyed about this. Like Denji is treating him like a child.]

I hope she taught you a vanishing act, next. [He pulls it from his mouth but doesn't give it back.] I'll be here. I'll see you in a bit.

[Such a pain in the ass. With Denji you really do get exactly what you see. He goes to his own things, stored in a duffel bag, and searches for some money while letting Denji go. At the very least he'll go and get what he said he would.]

[He doesn't really want to agree with Denji about the devil situation. It makes no sense why he's treating her like she's the bee's knees when all he's seen her do is boss him around and call him lazy. He does agree, however, that he should try and keep the peace. It's not like he's going to be killing her any time soon and he's the guest in this situation until they're ready for him to go back on operations so it's stupid to keep fighting this. When he returns he ditches the lolipop stick and grabs his cigarettes instead. Has just one.]

[It tastes like shit after the raspberry. He can't even finish it and smushes it before tossing it out.]

[Whatever. He may as well start making dinner. At least no one can be upset with him for feeding the devil. He's able to pull the fish grill out of the counter and works at cleaning it out and getting it ready for yellowtail.]

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[ Even if he killed whatever mood they managed to scrounge up from the bottom of the barrel earlier, even if Aki has zero patience to deal with how wishy-washy and all over the place he is — Denji's about ten-percent sure he's still getting laid tonight. And that's more than the zero-percent he got up that morning with, so he nearly flies to where he's pretty sure Nayuta's location is based on some of the identifiable markers he managed pick up from the program. Nearly is the operative word here because he drags the dogs along with him. They still needed to go on their walk, so their barking and clambering do kinda slow him down…

But, well, it's just a neighborhood over! She wouldn't go too far off the beaten path this close to dinnertime. Meaning, it takes him about fifteen minutes to make it to the casualty site, which is already crowded with flashing lights and Public Safety — that annoys him to see, to have Aki be correct. The culprit of the attack is just a wet smudge on the ground by now, no better than roadkill by the way its darkened remains stain into the gravel. If Aki were there, he'd call it small fry or whatever. That annoys him as well. Twisting his hold into the leashes straining at his belt loops, he forces himself to look away and search for Nayuta, but it's difficult to completely tune out the details whispered among the spectators milling around. Something about a starving fiend boarding a bus and going to town while it was in motion. Who knows, maybe if he'd gotten there in time, he would've been able find that the fiend had crosshairs for eyes and chompers as sharp as his own.

Nayuta's sitting on the curb, elbows balanced on her knees and chin rested in the valley between her palms, as she watches body bag after body bag leave the bloodied stomach of the toppled over vehicle. Denji blocks her view. She tilts her gaze up, whines at him that he's late.

The conversation back isn't fun, but it doesn't go… bad? It's not as if she threatens to make all the tenants at their apartment bleat day and night like goats to keep him from sleeping, like he thought she might. She doesn't even ask him to take her to Tokyo Disney or anything like that. All she does is tell him how the the normal lives of the people who died on the bus today and the fiend who died on the street aren't so different, and if that's what he wants by not being Chainsaw Man, then fine. And leaves it at that. Until he tells her that she and the dogs will be sleeping over at their nice landlady's place after dinner. That's when she blows a gasket and Denji pulls out the candy.

As soon as they're back inside the apartment and the dogs are unclipped from their harnesses, Denji's sprawled on the floor, limbs spread and fanned out. ]

Man, what the hell! It's so hot out there!

[It's not like the dogs are noisy - far from it, actually, to Aki's surprise. Aside from one time during the day when they must have seen something out the window and went ballistic for ten minutes, they've pretty much spent the whole day moving from one room to the next and sighing. Now that they're gone, however, he's surprised at how much quieter it seems. Only Meowy is left and she just sits on his futon and occasionally grooms herself.]

[He's thinking about putting his face in her fur as the fish slowly cooks when Denji comes home. The noise is back and Aki realizes what it was - even if it was brief, he actually missed it. The strange noise of this tiny apartment with so many living beings inside.]

Don't sit in front of the A/C or you'll catch a cold. [He tries to act casual and not like he was considering finding physical comfort from a cat and instead goes back to the kitchen to check on the fish.] Is yellowtail okay? You...

[He pauses, glancing back over his shoulder. The devil. He stares at her for a moment, her staring right back, and he finally surrenders the contest as he turns back around.]

You both should tell me what you like. While I'm here. [Both being the word he debated on adding. It's a small concession, but one he'll give.]

[ Nayuta doesn't blink, even as Aki faces away from her. Perhaps, in case he spins right around and finds something to nitpick about her answer. "I want croquettes." And not half a beat later, Denji yells out, not having moved from his spot by the air conditioner — ]

Peking duck!

[ "Curry." ]

Stir fry wouldn't be bad, don't ya think, Nayuta? Or, hey, shabu-shabu…

[ "Hot pot in the summer? Pffft — yahaha! That's dumb! You're dumb, Denji! You were just complaining about it being hot! …But now I want it, too."

The two titter, like classmates passing notes full of nonsense doodles making fun of their teacher between their desks. Denji likes these moments, the easy ones; they're less violent, maybe, yet they still remind him of how he and Power would riff off one another. However, these very moments, in a way, make it all the more obvious things aren't the same — when they feel like they could be. ]

I can run with yellowtail for tonight, though. [ He reaches a hand out to tickle Meowy's nose, but she evades his touch, her ears helicoptering and the folds of her neck squishing up cutely. She swats at his fingers. Mean… ] Wasn't that what you were gonna teach to make yesterday?

[The idea of hot pot right now is kind of torturous to imagine, but Aki lets the two throw different dishes and foods around like pick-up sticks for a bit. Peking duck is a new one and he's tempted to ask where Denji even heard about that. He probably saw it on TV - Aki knows he never cooked duck for them. Or did he...? Maybe it was on sale one time... He tries to think back through the fog of the last year but snaps out of it when Denji brings up that Aki was going to teach him.]

[Well... It's not like yellowtail requires a lot of prep. He'll have to get something with scales and show him how to clean it at some point. Though given how he grew up, maybe that's something he already figured out how to do. Either way, he motions for him to come over, then pauses and again looks at Nayuta. Like he's debating.]

You should, too. [Even though it's like nearly done, he still brings them over to show them the temperature he set the grill at and how he placed it, how you can tell if it's cooked all the way and when it's going to burn. There's three filets and it's a tight squeeze in the grill but it works. Once everything is plated and he makes a small note about how the more colors in your meal, the better (hence the vegetables and rice seasoned with furikake), he sets everything on the table and looks at the spread.]

[It really does look a little bit like their old place. It kind of makes his stomach hurt.]

[One of the nice things about being a hybrid is that he doesn't really get hungry anymore. He can sit down and pick at his food and just listen to how Nayuta and Denji talk and pretend it's not that bad, this way. More or less the same as it was. He hated that at the beginning, too, he reminds himself.]

[ The dinner is nice.

He gets a meal he didn't really have to work for. Aki entertains Nayuta's questions and jabber every once in a while. Sometimes he sees Nayuta sneaking slivers of fish to the dogs, despite the fact that they have filled food bowls waiting for them in the kitchen, but Denji doesn't say anything about that. In the exact same way he doesn't say anything about Aki barely taking more than a handful of bites from his plate.

When it reaches a certain hour, a light rap comes from the door, and Nayuta perks up, sticking her head out from the bathroom, a string of floss hanging between her front teeth. "That's the granny!"

Their landlady lives on the lower level, the opposite end of where their apartment is situated. So not far away enough that he's in violation of his agreement with Kishibe. They'd stopped by on the way home to check if Nayuta could stay the night, much to her chagrin at the time, but now she looks almost energetic about the sleepover. Probably because she wheedled the older woman into agreeing to help her solve some puzzle in one of her video games.

Finished wiping the table down, Denji looks up to catch her hastily rinse her mouth and scamper off to the entryway, schoolbag slung over her shoulder. She pauses as she toes the threshold of the door, and for a moment he thinks she might do something genuinely sweet to say goodbye, but her face wrinkles up and she just sticks her tongue out at him. The door shuts behind her.

He does a quick check of the door, making sure it's locked. Then, turning to wherever Aki is: ] Toldja. That's at least 90-percent regular kid. Maybe 92-percent.

[Aki still doesn't agree. He doesn't think she's that human-like - not any more than humanoid devils, anyway. Angel looked human, if you ignored the appendages. He would talk about Aesop and even had philosophical opinions. Could talk Aki's head off if he was in the right mood. But then you'd turn around and he would be shoving god-knows-what from a devil corpse in his mouth. Devils are still devils.]

[He did save that particular devil, though. Confided in him. So that's why he doesn't outright argue about it right now.]

She can run her mouth. Most kids that age do. [So he agrees with that she acts like a kid. Far be it from being one, though. But he doesn't want to repeat this argument.] Do you have school work to do? I'll finish cleaning up, first.

[He's not blind to why he sent Nayuta off to stay with the landlady. He won't comment on it directly, however. But by saying he'll finish cleaning first it implies a next. So he'll wait for Denji to be ready, himself.]

S'not due until later…

[ Denji does have school work that's due a bit earlier than later, but it's not something he's biting at the bit to finish or be told to finish, so he doesn't make any move to get his affairs in order. Instead, he picks up the rag he was using for the table and starts polishing its surface again. The table's spotless by now. He could at least move to the kitchen counter but the idea doesn't come to him. ]

We can just sleep, y'know. If you're tired. [ He knows Aki isn't as voracious an eater as he is, but he didn't eat at all this morning. He's not sure if he even finished the apples from earlier. Being a hybrid means they won't die from starvation; it doesn't necessarily mean they're immune from fatigue or feeling ill. ] It'd be lame if you started snoring halfway through, anyway.

I'm not going to snore.

[He hasn't noticed his lack of appetite at all. Noticed he isn't hungry, sure. Doesn't have the desire to eat. He ate a bit after Denji and Nayuta left this morning and had lunch, so he doesn't feel like he's running on empty, to the point where he can't ignore it. But he's not pointedly ignoring it, either. Just not noticing it, in favor of a hundred other things.]

[Like the hug Denji gave him.]

[He whips his hands dry over the sink before turning around and looking at him. He sets a hand on his hip and just stares at him for a moment. Trying to remember how this kind of thing began. Usually, it was over drinks - the natural icebreaker. But Denji... No, he never wants to see this kid drunk.]

Your room? Or in here? [And he motions to the futon, still rolled up in the corner with Meowy stretching beside it. Probably liable to look for her spot again.] Whichever you prefer.

[ The scrunch of his mouth betrays the doubt that flickers through Denji's face, but it's just that: a flicker. Any evidence of it scatters at Aki's question, half because his attention has been successfully redirected, occupied by the weirdly casual start of this conversation. And half because he's really not interested in getting brushed off again if he gives further voice to his concern.

His gaze twitches toward the futon. Meowy pays neither of them any mind as she sandwiches herself between the futon and the wall. ]

Uh, does it matter? [ His preference. Something nags at him that it probably should matter, what he wants. But for someone who thinks about sex as often as he does, the act of it, the feeling of it, he's not very rigid in his expectations for the finer details… Things like how he'd want his first time to go, where, and with whom. Hell, that last part's changed over a dozen times since he moved to Tokyo.

Straightening up to his feet, Denji crosses over to his bedroom. May as well check if it's inhabitable enough for what they have in mind. Light streams on from a lamp Denji turns on. The door's left slid wide open, if Aki wants to peer in — he may even already know what it looks like inside from his time cleaning while Denji and Nayuta are at school. ]

I guess this could work.

[ Much like the outer area, there's nothing out of the ordinary in there; it's about as cramped and sardine-like as the rest of the apartment unit. The futon's unmade, there's some clothes strewn about on the ground, which he hurriedly tries to collect in his arms. A combination of both his and Nayuta's knickknacks on a shelf she's decorated with stickers. Boxes stacked in a corner, some belonging to Powy and some to — ah. He looks over his shoulder at Aki. ]

Hey, I've been meaning to tell ya. After your old place got totaled, Powy and I — [ He makes a face for a split second before amending: ] Powy and me managed to pick up some of our old things. So, like, your old stuff, too. It's not much and a lot is kinda wrecked, but if you wanna have a look… We can go through it later?

[Aki follows him into the bedroom, for want of a more private place to do this. He doesn't think Nayuta is going to suddenly come back here, but he's never been the sort of person who enjoys having sex not in a bedroom. Something about the practicality of it. Doing it elsewhere makes it feel like a quickie.]

[He only sort of looked around the room when he was cleaning up, choosing not to touch it for the same reason he never touched Denji and Power's room at his apartment. Aside from quick checks to make sure neither of them were hoarding perishables, he didn't want to clean a private area. It doesn't feel right. So as Denji neatens up and he takes a bit of a better look at things, the offer takes him off guard in a negative way. And not even that this time he used the proper grammar and changed to the wrong one.]

I - No. [Then he stops himself. Unsure why he immediately declined, he shakes his head, pulling the door shut behind himself.] I mean - Later. Fine. Sure.

[There's that weird feeling in his stomach again. Denji has a talent for killing the mood. No wonder he's never had sex. What things did he keep? Fuck, he doesn't care. Doesn't want them. What even survived? No, he doesn't care.]

...Forget about the room. Just - come here, already. [He reaches out for him, attempting to stop him in whatever mess he's trying to stow away. He doesn't care about that right now. Did he have to bring that up? God, he's so stupid. What kinds of old things is he even talking about? His clothes? His sword? His - He doesn't want to know. He doesn't care about that stuff anymore. Aki forcibly abandons all of those thoughts in favor of wrapping his arms around Denji and squeezing him tight, glaring at the wall behind him like it's the plaster's fault for bringing up what he left behind.]

[That Denji kept any of that - stupid. Again he forcibly abandons those thoughts. But with more force this time.]

[ A yelp he realizes is pointless once it’s already taken shape and risen out of him: ] W-Watch it! You're gonna make me trip!

[ Had Denji been the same malnourished stature and physique as when they first met, Aki might have fully bowled him over using the strength he knocks into him with now. As things stand, Denji holds his ground, footing only minorly slipping back before he adjusts to accommodate the weight of another person leaning heavily into him — not that it puts a stop to his insides flipping and frying with haywire nerves. Suddenly, too keenly aware of what they're about to do in here. A collection of clothes and plushies slip to the floor, limply laying there in the opening between their feet. He squirms around within the snare of his arms, Denji's elbow nudging into his stomach to create room for him to twist around. He's not trying to escape, not really; he just wants to see Aki's face.

Because whatever this is, it feels different from how they embraced each another earlier. Gentleness discarded, like his own body's being clung to in a way that implies it doesn't wholly belong to Denji anymore, that he's sharing ownership with Aki from this point on. ]

…Aki?

[It doesn't feel the same and he doesn't know why. It doesn't feel like when he was held, he recognizes - holding as opposed to being held. Aki loosens his grip and looks down at him, still with a pinched brow that you'd need an iron to smooth out.]

Yeah. Sorry. [His arms slide down as he shakes his head, as if disregarding what he just did.] Come here. Just sit down.

[He takes a seat, himself, crossing his legs as he waits for Denji to do the same, though as he looks up he suddenly asks - ] Have you ever kissed anyone, yourself? [He knows he's been kissed but he doesn't know if he's taken the initiative before. Just like a hug, he thinks, the giving versus receiving is different. He always talks a big game about what he wants to do, but Aki isn't sure he's ever actually tried to achieve any of it beyond dreaming and imagining.]

What? I've kissed girls! A thousand million times, [ he coughs, and that in itself should be an indicator of where his experience sits on that front.

Obediently, Denji joins him on top of the futon, twiddling with the drawstrings of the shorts he changed into earlier. Expression not quite yet easing out from the consternated furrow it'd set into from earlier, from thinking too hard about the very man seated in front of him. He doesn't even know what he was apologizing for. It was just a hug, unexpected, yeah, but…

Whatever, he tries to slough off the feeling that there's something he didn't notice, that maybe he could have if he'd been given an extra second to consider it. Huffing, Denji vigorously scratches a hand through his hair. ]

…I mean, I've thought about it. I just, like, never know when I should go for it. 'cause what if I think it's the right time and that she wants it, but actually she's about to sneeze in my face? Then, I'd just be eating up gunky boogers and stuff. That'd be crappy!

[ He pauses. ]

And, you already know this, but you're the only guy whose ever… Who I've ever… Yeah.

[Aki has no idea who he's trying to fool. He's sure Denji hasn't been any closer to his shallow dream as he was a year ago. He wouldn't be sitting across from Aki if he were.]

I know. [He could tell. But mostly he could just tell he was a virgin. Still, he guesses Denji still finds it different.] Then, just try it. On me. [He thinks it will give him some encouragement, some feeling of confidence doing this. If he's nervous that a girl is going to sneeze when he leans in to kiss her... Well, he still doubts he's had many moments like that, but doesn't that make it even worse for him? He sits still and waits for him to move.]

[ No catch? is what he'd ask if he could stop staring at Aki harder than necessary. He's keen on the idea, to be sure, but his stomach tightens like double-knotted shoelaces — usually, around this point, he'd clam up entirely. However, his jaw slides one way and the next, then at last locks into place. Determined. Okay, yeah. He can do this. His last two brain cells rubbing together is the only thing that manages to get him up and crawling closer on all fours, but, yep, definitely, he can do this.

Trying to ignore their knees bumping together, Denji's hand hovering in the air for a moment, suspended by uncertainty, until he settles on placing it atop Aki's thigh. For leverage, he tells himself. Close enough that he can feel Aki's breath dusting his cheeks, he starts to lean in, only to stop a hair's width away. His brows furrow, struck by a sudden thought that has him rearing back, just a flick. ]

The second I hear you laugh at me, I'm pinching your nuts.

[ With an ego as fragile as Denji's, the threat is important to mention. And then, chin tilting, he plunges forward. His mouth's slightly parted as he presses into Aki, a pulse of movement that's quick and curious and untrained in the way he misjudges the distance, aching to learn. He tries hard to readjust, tip his head back to keep the edges of his teeth from grating up against Aki's. ]

[The threat almost stirs a laugh from Aki, but he holds it back. He didn't expect it. After how eagerly he went down on him last night - Really, a kiss is what he's going to be nervous about messing up?]

[But he doesn't laugh, instead blinking at the suddeness of his motion, the way he pushes into him as opposed to meeting him right there. Aki leans back with it at first before slowly, almost gently correcting him, parting his own lips so he can feel the way they meet his when at an angle as opposed to straight on. He raises a hand to set on his shoulder and hold him at the right distance, then slides that hand up to his neck and presses at his chin with his thumb. Again, a small bit of guidance in where he tilts him so he won't hit him with his teeth.]

Good. [He kisses around the word, his voice lower. It does feel nice to do this, he thinks. No one has kissed him in ages. The same as the hugging. Doing it both ways highlights the differences.] Open your mouth, a little more. [And unless he fights him on it, Aki gently coaxes at him with his tongue, slipping past his lips and toward his own so he can show him how to use that, too. Hopefully without any direct bites to it just yet.]

[ The blowjob, this kiss — he'd been just as nervous the evening prior, trying to overcompensate for his lack of expertise with a reckless enthusiasm. Force is always a foolproof plan whenever he runs into an obstacle, a tricky devil; it can do wonderful things, like mask how much he has no idea what he's doing at all. But Aki's already knows that about Denji, which makes tripping up feel less all-or-nothing. Fighting's not really the same song and dance as kissing, and with Aki's coaching, he's coming to terms with that fact: Each time it's signaled to him to slow, slant in one direction, meet him halfway at another, Denji complies with skillful precision. Taking direction is probably the one thing he's very, very good at when he wants to be.

He invites his tongue in with little resistance, a pleased sound emitting from him, the hand resting at Aki's thigh riding up under his shirt, gripping his hip. The raspberry is long gone by now, but the tang of nicotine is a harder flavor to shake, sweeping up against the roof of his mouth. Funny, he thought he'd hate the taste more. Always disliked the powdery scent coming off Aki's clothes when he came in from a smoke. This, though, this almost makes him want to try lighting up those cigs he's always reselling. Testing the waters, Denji's own tongue flexes up against the underside of his, not overly pushy about commanding the space between their mouths, but intrigued. Pliant and moving in tandem whenever Aki leads, then darting out into what hidden corners he hasn't yet charted when he's given the leeway to. ]

I thought — [ He doesn't want to breathe unless its the air straight out of Aki's back throat, but he has to break away at some point, his lips plush and bruising, but still wanting more as he smears kisses up against Aki's jaw. ] Mm, I thought you quit…?

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