Denji hasn’t had a lot of opportunity to like—really get into a make out session in depth, and he’s definitely becoming more relaxed as he does. Depending on his charge, it’s either kind of loose, messy and sensuous or wolffish, crushing and wet. Right now it’s kind of the former, though his brows knit as he exhales through his nostrils, eyes closing as he firms up to full hardness again in the stroke of Shidou’s hand. Denji has a pretty good refract, apparently.

It shouldn’t feel so—hot, mutually jerking another guy’s cock, but he’s stubbornly willing himself to not think about it. Honestly, it’s only hot because he’s really liking the languid, carnal kissing. Nevermind how his cock jumps a little when Shidou moans; how it feeds the part of Denji that likes praise and needs it so desperately.

“Shut up,” Denji mumbles gravely into their kiss, mostly just because he’s embarrassed. But play with them he does, but of course with careful sympathy—he pulls and strokes his sack (which…damn, yeah, the skin is really soft), then…with careful curiousity, eventually abandons Shidou’s nuts to press against his perineum, like Shidou had to him earlier. but he’s not…totally sure how to do it? And it shows. But hey, he got the spirit. Denji’s tightening his fist a bit as he strokes slow, more on the bottom half of his base—then quickens over the whole of it.

He’s not even really sure he can get Shidou to cum, but. His ‘thank you’ is almost at his own standard of satisfaction.