[Denji snatches her wrist and starts sucking down her own fluids and Aki groans under her breath, visibly irritated.]
I'm not going anywhere. Don't be so clingy.
[Because it's overstimulating, how her tongue laps at her fingers, sucks off each digit and presses against the tips of her nails like she could suck out the marrow from beneath her skin. She wants to push her over and force her fingers down her throat, teach her how to use her tongue properly, not like a dog lapping juice from a bone but something more skilled. Less desperate.]
[But god, if there isn't something about watching her be so desperate.]
[Aki pulls her hand away harshly, barely nicking one on the sharps of Denji's stupid teeth as she works on getting up. Without a word she finally removes her shirt, sliding it up and over her head in one swift motion as her breasts bounce from the action. Tossing it down on the floor, she aims to cover their mutual Denji's puddle before taking a step toward the bathroom... and promptly stumbling, her legs wobbling under her as she tries to find her footing. Because it still feels like Denji is under there, eating her out until the bowl is licked clean. She follows the stretch of the wall towards the bathroom sink.]
[When she returns, she has a wet washcloth and a bit of a better grip on her legs. She motions Denji forward with a hook of her finger, leaning down to wipe her face with the edge of the cloth like cleaning off a dog's messy snout.]
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I'm not going anywhere. Don't be so clingy.
[Because it's overstimulating, how her tongue laps at her fingers, sucks off each digit and presses against the tips of her nails like she could suck out the marrow from beneath her skin. She wants to push her over and force her fingers down her throat, teach her how to use her tongue properly, not like a dog lapping juice from a bone but something more skilled. Less desperate.]
[But god, if there isn't something about watching her be so desperate.]
[Aki pulls her hand away harshly, barely nicking one on the sharps of Denji's stupid teeth as she works on getting up. Without a word she finally removes her shirt, sliding it up and over her head in one swift motion as her breasts bounce from the action. Tossing it down on the floor, she aims to cover
their mutualDenji's puddle before taking a step toward the bathroom... and promptly stumbling, her legs wobbling under her as she tries to find her footing. Because it still feels like Denji is under there, eating her out until the bowl is licked clean. She follows the stretch of the wall towards the bathroom sink.][When she returns, she has a wet washcloth and a bit of a better grip on her legs. She motions Denji forward with a hook of her finger, leaning down to wipe her face with the edge of the cloth like cleaning off a dog's messy snout.]