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.
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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.