Denji lets out a long, low sigh of relief; blearily, he peeks down at his cock when Shidou comes off of it. It's slick and already wilting, so well drained—not a trace of his cum to be seen. Fuck.
His eyes are pulled towards Shidou's face naturally as he crawls up his body, at first thinking he's coming in for a kiss—which Denji braces for with some terror, not ready to taste his own cum—only to be...shown his load, cleanly swallowed down. Denji can't tell if he thinks this dude is a machine or an animal. He grits his teeth with a wincing groan for how he feels the root of his oversensitive, wilting cock gives at the sight.
How was it that hot—?! He didn't do anything besides wiggle helplessly and noisily under him but... he guesses he'd feel that way if he got a girl to do that. Without thinking, Denji strokes his thumb across the rigid, hot swell of Shidou's impressive, trapped cock across the fabric, shocked at how hard he is. He notices a trace of damp, and squeezes his glans, thumb them rolling across its top.
"Fuck, you're—wet..."
He wonders if Asa—Yoru?—got wet when she kissed him and jerked him off to orgasm. He feels another uncomfortable throb of tension at the root of his dick when he thinks of how he wishes he checked—stroking her wet pussy under the damp cloth of her panties. Damn. He's being turned on from so many different directions it makes his head spin.
He thinks of what Shidou said, about how tops don't usually even finish off the dudes who get fucked in the ass... Yeah, he'd be that type of guy, cuz he's selfish due to how his instincts overtake him, need propelling himself outside of participation. Shit was always just being done to him. He hasn't gotten to do anything back.
This may be a dude, but... Shit. He's already come this far, and it'd be rude not to at least give him something, for such an earth shattering orgasm.
His eyes are hazily half open when he's kissed again, and Denji's already over the fear of tasting his cum, softened and ingratiated. He muffles a sound into their kiss, pushing his tongue into it, tilting his head and breathing hard through his nose. He tastes his cum, but doesn't care; he's had worse shit in his mouth. It's not as disgusting as puke.
Denji strokes Shidou through his briefs, then slips his hand underneath the elastic. He can't believe it, but—without any disgust or fear, he grips his hard, weighty cock, feeling the veins and thin, soft flesh of it ripple in his tight, slow strokes.
He should definitely feel worse about this. But he feels warm, electrified and...embraced, kind of. It feels nice to be this carnally wanted, so sincerely and wildly.
"God damn," Denji breathes into their kissing, unconsciously rolling his hips again, though he's not yet recovered.
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His eyes are pulled towards Shidou's face naturally as he crawls up his body, at first thinking he's coming in for a kiss—which Denji braces for with some terror, not ready to taste his own cum—only to be...shown his load, cleanly swallowed down. Denji can't tell if he thinks this dude is a machine or an animal. He grits his teeth with a wincing groan for how he feels the root of his oversensitive, wilting cock gives at the sight.
How was it that hot—?! He didn't do anything besides wiggle helplessly and noisily under him but... he guesses he'd feel that way if he got a girl to do that. Without thinking, Denji strokes his thumb across the rigid, hot swell of Shidou's impressive, trapped cock across the fabric, shocked at how hard he is. He notices a trace of damp, and squeezes his glans, thumb them rolling across its top.
"Fuck, you're—wet..."
He wonders if Asa—Yoru?—got wet when she kissed him and jerked him off to orgasm. He feels another uncomfortable throb of tension at the root of his dick when he thinks of how he wishes he checked—stroking her wet pussy under the damp cloth of her panties. Damn. He's being turned on from so many different directions it makes his head spin.
He thinks of what Shidou said, about how tops don't usually even finish off the dudes who get fucked in the ass... Yeah, he'd be that type of guy, cuz he's selfish due to how his instincts overtake him, need propelling himself outside of participation. Shit was always just being done to him. He hasn't gotten to do anything back.
This may be a dude, but... Shit. He's already come this far, and it'd be rude not to at least give him something, for such an earth shattering orgasm.
His eyes are hazily half open when he's kissed again, and Denji's already over the fear of tasting his cum, softened and ingratiated. He muffles a sound into their kiss, pushing his tongue into it, tilting his head and breathing hard through his nose. He tastes his cum, but doesn't care; he's had worse shit in his mouth. It's not as disgusting as puke.
Denji strokes Shidou through his briefs, then slips his hand underneath the elastic. He can't believe it, but—without any disgust or fear, he grips his hard, weighty cock, feeling the veins and thin, soft flesh of it ripple in his tight, slow strokes.
He should definitely feel worse about this. But he feels warm, electrified and...embraced, kind of. It feels nice to be this carnally wanted, so sincerely and wildly.
"God damn," Denji breathes into their kissing, unconsciously rolling his hips again, though he's not yet recovered.