swan_forest | Bi-curious

God damn it. What the fuck is he doing? How did he get so fucking bricked up over a conversation with a fucking pervert who's into porn of his Devil form?? He can't even control himself just talking about sex?! He doesn't even like dudes!

...Right?

No way. He's never reacted that way to a guy's body. He doesn't really think about dick.

But now he's wondering about it, kind of stroking his own through his pants in quelling squeezes. Fuck. He tries so hard to back out of the offer.

But he's walking there anyway. What the fuck? He's even turned around a couple times, once sprinting, but here he is, scowling with his hands in his pockets as he stares at Shidou's door. He didn't even get this dude's fucking name until Denji's dick made the decision to come here for Denji.

Seriously though, a dude? He rubs the back of his neck, then... furrowing his eyebrows, he knocks at last.

This better fuckin' blow his mind.

He's worried it actually might. So worried, ironically, it's chased his wood away.

This is a new fuckin' low.

"Hey. S'Denji."

Shidou gets off the bed, walks over to the door, and opens it. He leans against the door frame as he looks Denji over, pink eyes raking over him. Outside of Blue Lock, he's dressed in his normal attire: a black long-sleeve t-shirt with diamond cutouts in the sleeves, black denim capris that were nice and tight, showing off muscular thighs, and a black leather collar around his neck. His combat boots are next to the door, hot pink socks tossed on them.

At six feet even, he's a bit taller than Denji.

"Cute," he said, lips twisting into a slow grin. Then he jerks his head inside the room and steps back to let Denji in. "C'mon in, make yourself comfortable. I'm here to answer any question you have, Denji-chan."

"Don't you fuckin' 'chan' me, or I really will kick your ass," Denji mumbles miserably as he steps in. This dude's a highschool athlete... Denji thinks he looks like a thug. He can't return the sentiment—'cute.' His dick's got no opinion... though his eyes do linger on his waist.

"Isn't this a bit much just for answerin' some damn questions? If it was just about that I'd still be yellin' at you through my texts or whatever."

Denji doesn't look proud of it, face red as he scowls away. This dude was probably just being affable about the reality of things here, but Denji feels like he has to be certain they're. Uh. On the same page.

Shidou is a thug. At least he's a hot thug. A slow smirk spreads across his face when Denji bitches at him. Yeah, the other's cute.

"Just giving you an out, DenDen," he said, sitting on the bed, crossing his legs at the knee, leaning back on his hands. "And if you do have questions, I'll answer 'em."

He gives a careless shrug, leaning back more, shirt riding up to expose a bit of his Adonis' Belt. He's got a slim waist. "So, tell me what you want, Denji-kun. I'm willing to do anything. Suck you off, let you fuck me." Popping this guy's cherry sounds fucking hot. "All I ask is for a reach around for that."

What a magnanimous host. In a weird way, this guy was—sort of nice, but in a way that put him on edge.

At his offers, Denji's eyebrows raise as he glances away, face reddening as he holds the bottom half of his face, willing himself not to look at the exposed flesh. He doesn't—think this guy's hot. But he's worked up enough that even just seeing someone's skin in this context is getting him a little hard again. He bets that'd all feel really good, but he can't just come out and ask. And fuck if he's gonna let himself lose his V card to a dude. Much less, one he doesn't even know...

Distantly, Denji wonders if Yoshida's ever sucked cock. He seems the type. Then Denji balks at himself, wondering where the fuck that came from.

"Shit, I dunno... I got super turned on when we were talking, but I don't know where to start... I'm crazy for even showing up here."

He can't imagine—warming up with a dude, especially a random one. Like making out.

"I ain't fuckin' you, but... I'm definitely curious about that head you brag about."

"Crazy's fine with me," Shidou said with another shrug, then held out his hand, making a come here gesture.

"I do like sucking dick, so why don't you take off your clothes and let me see what you've got in there." He grins, those pink eyes bright and darkening with arousal. "And before you ask, yes, I could suck you off if you just pulled your dick out of your fly. But you're cute, and if I'm going to do all the work, I should get to have some eye candy."

He reached behind him, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. "And I might wanna eat your ass while I'm at it."

Denji catches the pink glint in his eye, on edge. What if this dude was a devil? No way he'd just find him on some random shitpost forum, trying to pass the time... But then again, Denji was pretty easy to lure.

All cuz of his damn stupid dick! That same dick that's taken him into a strange man's—er, well, boy's—apartment... And it pulls him forward, Denji sighing haggardly in surrender.

When he takes off his shirt, Denji staggers in hesitation. Wow—that's. A lot of dude. He wasn't expecting anything, if it was true he was such a good athlete... Plus, eating his ass?? —Though he supposes he's always wondered if that felt good... He couldn't deny he'd pressed the pad of his finger against his ass while jerking off in the shower a couple times, though he wasn't sure why. It felt kinda good, but weirded him out, so he never explored any deeper... But that might be why that was the first bribe he went to with Yoshida, that one time; subconsciously, could be Denji has some gaydar. He's got instinct.

"...Fine," Denji agrees, trying to suppress how awkward he feels as he lets himself drop onto Shidou's bed with a bounce. He blinks when his fingers touch the hem of his own shirt, stalling.

Fuck. The fucking pull-start. Shidou probably knew about that...

"Uh. Can I keep my shirt on?" Denji instead goes to undo his belt, stalling. "If I'm letting you eat my ass. That's fair, right?"

It was a suspicious request, though—it was clear that though he was shorter, and a bit lithe, that Denji was pretty jacked too, if in a more wirey, lean way. His shoulders were getting broader, recently, his waist thicker than it used to be with core strength.

"Aww, don't be shy now," Shidou croons at him, voice all soft and husky. "But since this is your first time, I'll let you keep it on. Still, I can tell you've got some nice muscle under all that."

But if he's going to leave an article of clothing on, Shidou would take his pants off. He undoes the ties of his capris, pushing them to expose the soft pink briefs he's wearing, cock not hard but making an impressive bulge in them. It's big, but maybe not as big as he hinted on the web. Most guys will upsell their size.

"Any other rules? No fucking, I'm going to assume no fingers, either." He leans in. "How about a kiss?"

"Fuck off. I ain't shy."

Damn. He was right; this guy's dick was big. Pink briefs, too... Plus, Denji isn't judging because—what the fuck does he care?! And he assumed he meant when it was like... hard... He tears his eyes away from Shidou's cock, mentally reprimanding himself for his curiousity. What the fuck.

Denji sucks in a breath when Shidou leans in, snapping Denji out of his head as he leans back, eyes widening. He thinks about it. This dude is good at everything sexual, right? Wouldn't that include kissing?? Denji's wild about kissing, but... The appeal's always been the softness of a girl's lips, the warmth of a soft body and her feminine scent...

At least he's...been kissed by girls. All hot, even if all fucking insane. So it's not like he's losing another special first, or something... But he's not attracted to this guy (he hopes) at all. Still, this is like... an unpaid evening of getting sexually spoiled.

In the back of his mind, he's stuck on the fingering thing—remembering what this guy said about prostates, but he's still... on... the kissing thing...

"N-nah, no other rules, I think..."

Fuck it, god, he's already here.

Denji answers him by leaning forward, though with clear nervy hesitation, pressing a full and clumsy kiss to Shidou's lips. It's probably clear he's inexperienced, but that he has the right passion that can be directed and habilitated. He wonders how different it'll be, kissing a dude...

Just wait until he's hard, Denji. Shidou smirks, enjoying the attention he's getting from the bi-curious guy. "Let me know if that changes," he said, leaning in. He's not soft like a girl, not even a little; he's ensured his body is a weapon for the football pitch. And he doesn't smell like one. He's clean, smelling of rain-scented soap and perhaps a bit of a leathery scent if Denji's nose is strong enough to pick up on the collar he hasn't taken off.

He hums in encouragement as Denji presses their lips together and answers in kind, eagerly allowing the other to explore his mouth before he sucks on his tongue. Denji is definitely someone without much experience, but Shidou would always take unskilled enthusiasm over skilled boredom or trying to get it over with. He puts a hand on the other boy's thigh, stroking it before sliding up to Denji's groin, not quite getting there before sliding it back down towards his knee.

He breaks away from the kiss to murmur, "Want me to take over getting these off?"

It's crazy... Aside from the pink underwear (which, whatever), there's nothing feminine about this dude aside from how horny he is for dick. But even then, it's in a totally masculine way. Which should be a turn off, but it's—not. Because it kind of debunks the anxiety that Denji's some soft wisp fairy for indulging this curiosity. Which is confusing as fuck. He hates this!! But he can't pull away.

Denji makes a sound between surprised and pleasured when tongue's introduced—Denji follows that a bit uncertainly, and feels his dick kick when Shidou sucks his tongue. Why's that even feel so good?!

His body startles a bit in a lurching jump when he feels Shidou's hand land on his groin; his cock brattishly pushes against the fabric towards the warmth, and Denji groans into their kiss. Shit, he's already melting. Even just the kissing had felt really good...

Dazed and annoyed looking (for no justifiable reason), Denji lifts his ass, remembering his abandoned task—he'd been so absorbed by the kiss. Embarrassing. "You can help," he mutters, wiggling his boxers and and jeans down his hips. His cock stands a little more than half hard, and to Denji's misery, it pulses. He looks away, cheeks pink. Embarrassing. This hard from kissing a dude...

Well, that and all the interesting dirty shit they were talking about earlier...

"The way you kiss is totally different from the girls I've kissed, but it's..."

Hot.

Denji likes both ways. Does this mean he's gonna end up wanting to kiss dudes now, too? It's bad enough, being girl crazy...

Shidou's cock is getting harder by the second; soon, he's at full mast, making an obscene tent in his briefs. "Fuck, look at you, all pretty and blushing," he croons, lips against Denji's reddened cheek. "It's hot. You're hot. Your cock's hot. Fuck"

He really is a slut for cock. Wrapping long fingers around Denji's member, Shidou begins to pull on it, wanting to get fully hard. "Hot?" he supplied the unspoken word. "Yeah, it is."

Shidou had kissed girls before, and aside from a grope to a boob which only cemented he wasn't interested in the opposite sex, but he knows it's different. Some girls can be pretty hard, but most aren't. He wonders if it's social conditioning or just genetics. Either way, it's not something he's interested in right now, not when he's got a nice dick in his hand.

He kissed Denji on the mouth again, sliding his tongue inside as he threw a leg over his lap while he kept stroking. "Wanna lay back or watch me?" he asked.

"Pretty?! C'mon, dude..."

But his heart skips at the positive attention anyway. Same with how worked up Shidou is getting already with all the vulgar praise. He's relieved that this experienced gay dude likes Denji's cock—which throbs a few times to full hardness, but he mumbles some weak disparagement for the compliments even though he clearly likes it. Makes sense, Denji guesses—he's the same way with girls. Just a brush of a pretty girl's lips to his can get Denji fully hard, but that's probably because he's a virgin, even accounting for his insane drive. And damn, the lips against his neck feels... sooo nice. He hasn't felt that before.

Denji doesn't even notice how his hips slowly rock back and forth, if subtly, in Shidou's hold, fucking his grip as the kiss is reintroduced. Denji's eyes are hazily half closed, pushing into the kiss as he hungrily strokes his tongue against Shidou's, feeling out the map of the mouth that was gonna suck his dick.

Damn. He really was just able to jump right into this... He's kind of humiliated with himself, but his body clearly doesn't care. It's probably a good thing it's a dude jacking him right now, because if it was a girl, Denji would have probably already nutted by now. Even this feels fucking incredible. He hates how sensitive he is.

"Uh... lay back," Denji breathes dizzily, swallowing as he licks his lips. "I'm already doin' a bad job easin' in, cuz I'm so horny... I don't wanna freak myself out."

Surprisingly honest, for Denji. But he gets soft and brainless, when he's worked up like this.

"Dude, you're fucking adorable. Makes my cells explode how much I wanna suck you until you blow in my mouth."

His thumb plays with the of Denji's cock. "I don't want you to hold back, got it? I want you to cum." He nips at Denji's bottom lip. "I'm going to swallow every last drop until your balls are empty."

And then he's slithering his way down Denji's body. Kissing his jaw, his neck, nipping his nipple through his shirt, his other hand pushing his shirt just enough to let Shidou kiss his stomach until he gets to Denji's cock.

Since Denji will be lying back for this, he doesn't bother to look up. Usually, he likes making eye contact as he takes his partner's cock into his mouth, but if Denji needs not to watch, he's okay with it. He takes a breath, opens his mouth, wraps his lips around the head, and then takes the rest of him in one swift movement with a hungry moan.

Adorable...?! And pretty!?

Angel comes to mind, and Denji feels self conscious... He also remembers how when he was going through his rolodex of girls to beat it to, Angel had come up more times than he'd like to admit, though he never let himself do it. Is he that, to Shidou?! Then again... Girls have called Denji cute before, too. Maybe he's cute in a boy way.

The (positive) threats that Shidou makes while handling his cock makes him shudder, such to where you can hear it in his exhale. God, how long would it take to empty his balls, really. He's barely had privacy... nor a home, technically, to even get off as much as he needs.

Denji groans, his body rolling in a fluid arch from scapula to him as Shidou kisses him from jaw, down his torso. He curls his fingers by his mouth, breathing heavily, eyes hazy as his cock jumps and leaks. God damn, that feels amazing. Denji's too dumb to realize that's what he really wants—that cherishing physical intimacy, feeding some part of him that he doesn't realize is starving. The part of him that only recently has gone without a warm body in his bed; whether that was Pochita, Power, or Nayuta... Just the simple human need for touch.

His cock plunges in Shidou's mouth and Denji's body jolts all through out in surprise. Denji's dick isn't small, but it's not big—but still, it's impressive to feel the other boy basically grind against his coarse, musky pubic hair.

"O-oh fuck! Jesus," Denji stammers with a whiny edge, eyes snapping roundly wide at first before they squeeze shut. He feels his mouth gush, and his hips shudder. "That's—fucking crazy... So good..."

He is cute in a boy way! And pretty. In a weird way. And hot, and fuck, his cock feels good in Shidou's mouth. He swallows around it, burying his nose in Denji's pubic thatch as he worked his throat around the member. Fuck, even enjoying the manly musk.

He wasn't lying before about not being a size queen, and Denji's dick was fucking perfect. Sure he liked big cocks, but wouldn't say no if Denji's cock was small. It's all about how you use it.

And the previously mentioned fact he was a slut and just liked having cock in his mouth. Every dick was a perfect dick to him.

Denji might be too dumb to realize what he needs, and Shidou's not really the best at reading people, but he is a very physical lover, so it all works out. He loves touching others and making them feel good, which makes him feel good. Denji was going to get cuddled a lot tonight before they were done. He runs his hands up and down Denji's lean thighs, enjoying the muscle under his palms.

"Ooooh," Denji groans, head rolling back involuntary as he holds his hand over the lower half of his face. It feels so good—so good. The way his throat flexes around his cock, how hot and velvety slick and soft it is... And the firm stroking up his thighs somehow makes it feel even better, even though his legs have nothing to do with his dick.

Breath heavy, skin already beading with sweat, Denji realizes he hates he's really glad he decided to do this. Sure, he'd rather have a girl be doing this, but what was he going to do? Just keep getting his shit rocked by tragedy every time he touched a tit? Maybe dudes were safer... Kind of weird, superstitious thinking, but it's hard to blame Denji for the cope.

Hips hips shake a little, and Denji's rude due to ignorance more than a lot of things, generally—which is why he's unable to help how his hips push forward, then rock slow. Shidou's already pretty much got his entire cock swallowed, so maybe it doesn't matter. Denji's breathing is getting faster.

"Fuuucccck, dude, I'm gonna cum," he half whimpers. It's followed by, more quietly, sounding bewildered: "Gonna cum so hard..." He can tell. It almost has him spooked.

No, it doesn't matter, but Shidou sure as fuck doesn't mind because he likes it a little rough. Maybe he should consider letting Denji fuck his face, make Shidou choke on his dick. That could be fun. Oh, yeah, that could be lots of fun.

When Denji warns him he's going to blow, Shidou pulls off, so just the head's in his mouth, his hands coming back up to Denji's groin, one palming his balls, the other working his shaft as he keeps sucking on the tip.

He wants this kid's load. He wants it so bad his cock is throbbing in his underwear, leaving a wet mark where his pre is leaking out of him. He keeps jerking Denji's shaft, and a finger goes behind his balls to tease that sensitive patch of skin between balls and hole.

Denji's eyes water just a bit at the line as he pants wetly and helplessly behind his hand, body tensing and trembling as he tries to hold back just to enjoy it a little longer. His back arches, flesh softening with sweat as he groans, head rolling back in time to his eyes.

"Goddd, yeah," Denji groans, muffled behind his hand as his balls raise and tense under Shidou's hold, bulging the root of his cock between them. He's never felt anything like this. The way his nuts are fondled, cock stroked and tip sucked is enough—then he goes lower. Denji's almost worried he's gonna get his ass fingered with no prep or warning, but Shidou... presses?? somewhere? Somewhere Denji hasn't known about, which is what knocks a bright white flash behind his eyelids as he screws his eyes shut, unable to help how his hips buck forward several times as he cries out loud, long and guttural.

He bites his lip and rolls his head to the side as he pants helplessly in scattered stacatto, groaning through his nose as he rides out the orgasm—and predicted, it's hard as fuck. Probably the hardest he's ever cum.

Exactly what he was afraid of.

"...What the fuck," Denji struggles out breathlessly when he finally sort of comes back to reality, chest heaving under that shirt that definitely feels way too warm now. "Holy shit..."

Shidou swallows down every volley of spunk Denji shoots into his mouth. He keeps sucking until he's sure Denji doesn't have anything else to offer this round, then lets the other's cock pop out of his mouth.

"Fuck," he moaned out and then climbed up Denji's body to look him in the face, sticking out his tongue to show off some of the spunk still left on it, then pulled it back in and swallowed it down. "That was so fucking hot, Denji." He takes one of Denji's hands and puts it to his groin so he can feel how fucking hard Shidou is.

"Look, fuck, I'm so turned on." And he kissed Denji again.

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Denji lets out a long, low sigh of relief; blearily, he peeks down at his cock when Shidou comes off of it. It's slick and already wilting, so well drained—not a trace of his cum to be seen. Fuck.

His eyes are pulled towards Shidou's face naturally as he crawls up his body, at first thinking he's coming in for a kiss—which Denji braces for with some terror, not ready to taste his own cum—only to be...shown his load, cleanly swallowed down. Denji can't tell if he thinks this dude is a machine or an animal. He grits his teeth with a wincing groan for how he feels the root of his oversensitive, wilting cock gives at the sight.

How was it that hot—?! He didn't do anything besides wiggle helplessly and noisily under him but... he guesses he'd feel that way if he got a girl to do that. Without thinking, Denji strokes his thumb across the rigid, hot swell of Shidou's impressive, trapped cock across the fabric, shocked at how hard he is. He notices a trace of damp, and squeezes his glans, thumb them rolling across its top.

"Fuck, you're—wet..."

He wonders if Asa—Yoru?—got wet when she kissed him and jerked him off to orgasm. He feels another uncomfortable throb of tension at the root of his dick when he thinks of how he wishes he checked—stroking her wet pussy under the damp cloth of her panties. Damn. He's being turned on from so many different directions it makes his head spin.

He thinks of what Shidou said, about how tops don't usually even finish off the dudes who get fucked in the ass... Yeah, he'd be that type of guy, cuz he's selfish due to how his instincts overtake him, need propelling himself outside of participation. Shit was always just being done to him. He hasn't gotten to do anything back.

This may be a dude, but... Shit. He's already come this far, and it'd be rude not to at least give him something, for such an earth shattering orgasm.

His eyes are hazily half open when he's kissed again, and Denji's already over the fear of tasting his cum, softened and ingratiated. He muffles a sound into their kiss, pushing his tongue into it, tilting his head and breathing hard through his nose. He tastes his cum, but doesn't care; he's had worse shit in his mouth. It's not as disgusting as puke.

Denji strokes Shidou through his briefs, then slips his hand underneath the elastic. He can't believe it, but—without any disgust or fear, he grips his hard, weighty cock, feeling the veins and thin, soft flesh of it ripple in his tight, slow strokes.

He should definitely feel worse about this. But he feels warm, electrified and...embraced, kind of. It feels nice to be this carnally wanted, so sincerely and wildly.

"God damn," Denji breathes into their kissing, unconsciously rolling his hips again, though he's not yet recovered.

He can't help but smirk. Oh yeah, a lot of dudes like to see their loads swallowed down, and Shidou is more than happy to indulge in that. He loves to swallow. Loves to be covered in it, too.

He's just a bit kinky, okay? But it looks like Denji's not minding a bit. Not even minding tasting his own jizz.

"I told you; you're hot, and I like sucking cock." He nuzzled against Denji's cheek, all but purring as the other boy plays with the tip of his dick. If Denji asked if he thought he was a machine or an animal, he'd say animal in a heartbeat. He is a creature of the moment, of passion and excitement.

"Yeah?" Shidou reached down, took Denji's cock in, and rolled to the side so he could watch Denji's hand in his underwear and Denji's cock waking back up. He slides his other arm under the other boy, cuddling him in as they jerk each other off. "You like it? Why don't you take it out so you can look at it?"

Ah—damn it, of all things, the cuddling is what's making Denji feel shy and prickly. Maybe because it's his deeper need, beneath all the sex—but he's had such a violent, cold life, it's hard to accept, even if his heart hiccups for it. So touch starved even a guy would do, huh? Not that Denji is quite smart enough to think about it that deeply nor understand it.

Denji rolls onto his side too, and despite his discomfort (cheeks still blushed from that nuzzle), Denji doesn't push that touch of Shidou's away. This guy's just all in, huh... Denji couldn't imagine cuddling with a stranger like this, but he guesses he almost did with Reze.

He definitely tries not to think about that.

"I dunno, asshole, I'm figuring that out," Denji mumbles defensively—almost sullenly. Maybe even a bit shy. "Plus, even if I don't... dunno..." Denji does indeed extract Shidou's cock, shimmying the elastic down on either side before going in to pull him out. It's a little glossy. Pornographic, even. Like, this dude has a pornstar dick. Fucker. He strokes his cock, allured by how it looks in his hand.

The fuck's wrong with him?

"...I've never cum that hard in my life, y'know? Seems fucked up t'not... somethin'. Prolly couldn't get you off doin' anything I'm like, comfortable with, cuz you're so experienced, but. Dunno."

It's something. Denji could be thoughtful sometimes—like when he cooked starfish for Asa when they were stuck in the aquarium, because she didn't like fish. And Denji's still kinda squishy from that orgasm; his body is still faintly buzzing all over.

"Feels way different than mine..."

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Oh, that's cute. Shidou smiles at the way Denji gets prickly, like a feral cat. "Adorable," he murmured and kissed Denji's nose.

God, this was a great idea; he's having so much fun with Denji. "Figuring things out is good," he said. "You're allowed to not sure 'bout shit, allowed to explore. Life is too short not to try things out."

He looked down, watching as Denji took his cock. "It was your first blow job," he said, giving Denji's dick another little tug. "Blow jobs are so much better than a hand job. Wasn't the handy you got before better than your own hand?" He nips at Denji's bottom lip. "It's fine if you're not filling up to doing the same to me. I'm good with a hand job."

He hums as his cock throbs in the other boy's hand. "It should, it's mine. Every dick is different. Kinda like fingerprints."

Denji’s cock still feels a bit sensitive, but it’s responsive and clearly interested in Shidou’s hold, hardening slowly.

“Yeah,” he agrees to his question. “That’s true…” It’s not like handjobs are bad. Denji likes them too. But blowjobs are definitely… a different fucking league. He’s not sure if he’s ready for all that, but who knows; he definitely kind of loses it when he’s worked up enough.

Handjobs are better with a kiss, Denji thinks—his lip still stings a bit from that little nip, which reminds him. He tightens his grip, the stroking of Shidou’s cock becoming a bit more fluid as he leans in, giving Shidou a loose, open-mouthed kiss as he breathes through his nose. Shidou will easily be able to feel how Denji’s cock throbs with excitement in his hand when Denji does this—because he’ll never not be a sucker for kissing.

Denji maneuvers his other hand with some adjusting, cupping Shidou’s balls and rolling them firm in his palm to pair with the stroking of his shaft. It’s clear Denji’s at least making an effort to repay Shidou’s mindblowing service. He specifically cares for Shidou to feel good.

the whiplash between this tag and the one i just did in the other thread is taking me out

It be like that sometimes lol

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