Denji's so strained right now that the proposition of a girl pegging him would probably give him an aneurysm. Denji follows Shidou's suggestion (he knows best! It's kind of insane how much trust he's putting into a total stranger from the internet, but Denji doesn't even know what the fuck gay men get up to), throwing his legs over Shidou's shoulders as he pulls him closer. Denji groans and gasps—he doesn't even feel offended that Shidou's being so turned on by Denji, even.

It feels kind of nice, truthfully—Denji's so starved for positive attention, sexual or otherwise. And he's getting a hell of a lot of both. It's so nice, it feels like he's melting. He's probably losing his mind a little, but there's no better way to lose it than this.

He rolls his hips, grinding on Shidou's eager tongue—Denji intentionally neglects his cock, not aiming to cum from the oral attention per se, but to just draw this out. Which he never would have expected of himself—drawing out getting his ass eaten by some random dude. Denji feels too warm. The temptation to strip is growing.

He does want—more, though, even if he isn't touching his dick... This is a fuckin' slippery slope, isn't it.