"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.