[ It hasn't been all that long since they were outside, making a mess out of their apartment and one another. They'll have to deal with it in the morning, which means the faster they fall asleep, the closer they are to having to take accountability for their actions; Denji doesn't hate being near Aki in a more innocuous sense, but she doesn't want that — that other thing. It's much less complicated to press her crotch into Aki's wine red lips and be engulfed.

In any other situation, Aki's gruffness might put her off, but she can't find it in herself to gripe about her attitude. Not as her tongue's nearly jumping to swim inside her, a bear with its paw inside a hive, trying to scrape out every last bit of honey. The sweetness that latches on to her is different this time: more languid, tired. There's less urgency now that she's had her initial release, but that only means she can really savor watching Aki crook her tongue. Her eyes hood, panting in light and barely audible puffs. The hand she has matted into Aki's roots, tugs at her scalp to garner her attention. ]

But I — don't wanna sleep. You like doing this sorta thing too, don't you? [ She laughs a little, canines biting into her lip. Aki has no way of answering for herself, so she'll be nice and do it for her. ] Yeah, you do. So let's just keep going 'til morning.