Denji’s back unconsciously arches and twitches a bit with the suck to his nipple. How does it make sense for that to feel good? It makes Denji feel like—a girl… kind of… Speaking of, he’s enjoying penetration too?! How far from his ideal he’s falling, but he isn’t even mad (right now anyway) because the bliss is unmatched. He’s so used to domineering women anyway, but would they give him this full service? Fuck, is he kind of submissive…?

Whatever, things to spiral about later. It’s time to lock in on this pleasure, because Shidou’s right. He deserves to feel good. And Shidou’s a fan! Fucked up situation in the grand scope but he’s too far gone at this point (at least) to care.

Denji lazily but sensually returns the kiss, expression hazed and brainless. It feels good. In the back of his mind, it’s easy to be paranoid—that someone invested in his pleasure is probably an opp, but it’s never been a man, so… even if it’s not what he envisioned, it’s easier. He tries to listen, about relaxing, feeling good—he feels melted under the kiss to his cheek, then jolts again with the attention to his nipple as it pairs with everything else.

When he feels a break from the stimulation to his nipple, his head sharply snacks back with a tensing of the chords of his neck as well as his Adam’s apple as his muscles tense against the pleasure. The way Shidou prods, then strokes and rubs his prostate makes his legs shake briefly again, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes roll.

“Ohhhh, god,” Denji groans. His mouth gapes wetly as he gasps for air, struggling against his ecstasy. “Fuck, that’s so—”

Good. Amazing. Why is he built this way?

“It f-feels so—! It feels so good—!”