This face-sitting proposition (maybe another time?) would make sense to Denji; he kind of heard about these sorts of things adjacently through the yakuza as a power/humiliation thing (even if it did obviously feel good too, but that wasn't the point in this context). That's why he offered it to Yoshida the way he did.

For sure.

"Don't fuckin' call me that either!! God damn it, what's with you! Gonna kill my wood."

Impossible, unfortunately.

He shudders hard with a gasp that knocks that sassy attitude right out of his mouth, head dropping back as his jaw drops. It's a little—unsettling. Not just because it feels weird, but for how immediately good it feels. It's not quite as good as getting his dick licked... But disturbingly close. Kind of like getting his nuts licked, maybe.

"Whoa," he huffs out breathlessly, blinking. "D-damn..." Denji's so brazen to chase the feeling, he actually pulls his ass apart—but clearly not with any kind of pride or gusto.