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..."
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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..."