Denji's pretty much on the same page—as long as there's girls and food, that's fine. Apparently his options might be a bit broader than he knew, which he isn't ready to think about. A little difficult to navel-gaze when he's got a skilled hand stroking his cock. Which feels better with the kissing—Denji swallows trepidatiously for how much he likes the moan he pulls from Shidou when Shidou's pulled away, nuzzling into his neck.

Fuck, fuck, that's nice. Denji's weak to that kind of thing too. He does as instructed, breath heavy.

He's surprised to hear that Shidou's getting close—then relieved. Maybe kinda smug. He'd have preferred the first time he made someone cum was a girl, but at least with another dude, it felt kind of like a fun powerplay.

"Don't call me baby," Denji scolds snappishly, turning his head to pull the skin of Shidou's neck between his pointed teeth, lips drawn in a snarl in such a way that it wrinkles his nose. The bite isn't enough to cause damage, but it'll pinch, for sure.

Shit. Denji's realizing part of why he's so turned on is because he recognizes that when Shidou's done, he's probably going to be up for more—he's energetic as hell and this is probably his preferred hobby, what they're doing here... Denji wants more and he's starting to feel confident he's gonna get it. He's still plenty curious.