Just how much would that take? Denji is so high drive and repressed both, he could…be here all night. It feels like it’s been forever already, but it’s probably not been even an entire hour. He thinks about the fantasy Shidou paints; licking his cum off his hard torso while forcing (not really) Denji to his next orgasm… It makes Denji moan as he struggles to not twist his torso, because he’s getting fingered with his nipples played with at the same time. He doesn’t want to disrupt either.
“F-fuck, Shidouuu—!” Denji’s jagged, pointed teeth almost chatter as his skin awashes with new sweat, his breath heavy. No one really knows how crap of a hand life has dealt him—Shidou may be a Chainsaw Man fan, but that doesn’t mean he knows anything about Denji. Who he’s currently pleasuring blind, basically.
“Y-you’re gonna get another one soon,” he gasps, his body rolling. He’s not about to cum, but he senses easily it won’t be too long.
He feels so—cared for. He’s always bent over for women because his mommy issues are bigger than his daddy issues, but like any twisted bisexual, both issues apply; being spoiled by a male figure, when he typically resists men on principle so aggressively, he’s feeling so, so softened. He wasn’t prepared for this sexual encounter to also partially be therapy, but… unconsciously, this dumbass kid does kinda seek therapy through intimacy.
“I feel so good, I feel like I’m fuckin’ losin’ it… You’re so good…”
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Just how much would that take? Denji is so high drive and repressed both, he could…be here all night. It feels like it’s been forever already, but it’s probably not been even an entire hour. He thinks about the fantasy Shidou paints; licking his cum off his hard torso while forcing (not really) Denji to his next orgasm… It makes Denji moan as he struggles to not twist his torso, because he’s getting fingered with his nipples played with at the same time. He doesn’t want to disrupt either.
“F-fuck, Shidouuu—!” Denji’s jagged, pointed teeth almost chatter as his skin awashes with new sweat, his breath heavy. No one really knows how crap of a hand life has dealt him—Shidou may be a Chainsaw Man fan, but that doesn’t mean he knows anything about Denji. Who he’s currently pleasuring blind, basically.
“Y-you’re gonna get another one soon,” he gasps, his body rolling. He’s not about to cum, but he senses easily it won’t be too long.
He feels so—cared for. He’s always bent over for women because his mommy issues are bigger than his daddy issues, but like any twisted bisexual, both issues apply; being spoiled by a male figure, when he typically resists men on principle so aggressively, he’s feeling so, so softened. He wasn’t prepared for this sexual encounter to also partially be therapy, but… unconsciously, this dumbass kid does kinda seek therapy through intimacy.
“I feel so good, I feel like I’m fuckin’ losin’ it… You’re so good…”