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."