I — like getting off.

[ Put simply, rasped by a glassy-eyed Denji, breaths still licking up her parched throat in accelerated waves. That's probably the only answer she needs to explain herself. But eyes drawn up to Aki, Denji's head cushioned by her pillow, body nestled comfortably in her bed, sandwiched between her legs — she finds it all too easy to run her mouth. Sleepily, she slides up from Aki's ankle to the interior of her thigh, fingers rubbing at the fine grittiness coating her otherwise soft skin. ]

Sometimes, if I put the work in, I can do a few at a time. Not so much after I moved out here, since I'm so busy being a working class citizen now — which bites. Usually, I just wanna take a long nap right after the first go.

[ So its become more of a procedural thing. Something to titillate her imagination, reset her brain, end the night on a peak. And if she feels extra good, that's just another cherry to enjoy. Who knows if it's like that for other folks, though. Note to self, ask Aki one of these days. ]

But I thought, with you, I could do it. You really can't go again?