Ah—damn it, of all things, the cuddling is what's making Denji feel shy and prickly. Maybe because it's his deeper need, beneath all the sex—but he's had such a violent, cold life, it's hard to accept, even if his heart hiccups for it. So touch starved even a guy would do, huh? Not that Denji is quite smart enough to think about it that deeply nor understand it.

Denji rolls onto his side too, and despite his discomfort (cheeks still blushed from that nuzzle), Denji doesn't push that touch of Shidou's away. This guy's just all in, huh... Denji couldn't imagine cuddling with a stranger like this, but he guesses he almost did with Reze.

He definitely tries not to think about that.

"I dunno, asshole, I'm figuring that out," Denji mumbles defensively—almost sullenly. Maybe even a bit shy. "Plus, even if I don't... dunno..." Denji does indeed extract Shidou's cock, shimmying the elastic down on either side before going in to pull him out. It's a little glossy. Pornographic, even. Like, this dude has a pornstar dick. Fucker. He strokes his cock, allured by how it looks in his hand.

The fuck's wrong with him?

"...I've never cum that hard in my life, y'know? Seems fucked up t'not... somethin'. Prolly couldn't get you off doin' anything I'm like, comfortable with, cuz you're so experienced, but. Dunno."

It's something. Denji could be thoughtful sometimes—like when he cooked starfish for Asa when they were stuck in the aquarium, because she didn't like fish. And Denji's still kinda squishy from that orgasm; his body is still faintly buzzing all over.

"Feels way different than mine..."