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?"