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Pant, pant “HHHnnngggghh, ahhhhhhh”
Aki glares at Denji’s bedroom door again. The fifth glare for the fifth long moan that was way too loud for someone masturbating in a shared apartment. Aki knew Denji had lived alone up till this point but surely he had some concept of…privacy? Decency?? Not letting everyone in the vicinity know you’re jerking off to your smoking hot boss—who has promised to assassinate you if you quit your job—???
pant “Maki- Hnnnnnnnghhh- Maaaaaa yes, yesssss”
Aki’s head slams onto the table in their living room and he blearily looks through his bangs out the window. He hears a high-pitched whine from Denji’s room. Judging by how long this has gone on, Denji’s not having an easy time getting there. He could conceive of someone toying with themselves, edging themselves for the fun of it but—nah. Denji doesn’t have that kind of experience or finesse. From the weird comments Denji’s made, Aki doesn’t think the guy has ever even touched a girl before Makima hugged him at the warehouse (Aki is still pissed about that).
Five minutes and three frustrated “Hnnnnnngggghh” s later, Aki is sure of two things: one, Denji can’t get off, and two, he, Aki Hayakawa, is horny as fuck.
Aki’s not sure why it’s taken him this long to accept that Denji’s moans are getting him hard. The fact of his attraction is no surprise--he had his gay panic ages ago, when Himeno teased him about Kishibe being a daddy in disguise. It was probably supposed to trigger sexual thoughts about Himeno and NOT the middle-aged devil hunter. But the thought was planted in his head and that day Aki had gone home after work to jerk off to the fantasy of Kishibe holding him down in the name of “training.”
Poor Himeno. He was into girls, sure, but Himeno was more of a sister figure to him, and after that time he hooked up with her friend at a work party—
Pant pant “yessss, miss Makimaaaaaaaa hnnnngggghhhhhh I'm close, so close—"
“Focus, stupid,” Aki growled to himself. Now was the time to prevent them from getting reported on by prudish neighbors, not the time to reminisce on his journey of sexual self-discovery.
The real problem with Aki currently having a boner was that Denji was part devil, disgusting in Aki’s mind, not worth Makima’s special treatment and NOT worth getting to jerk off to her. “Ugh,'' Aki grumbles as his traitorous brain floats the possibility that he's hard because Denji is in any way attractive.
“Nope, not even a little bit,” he declares as he stands up from the table. He's gonna pound on the door and tell Denji to wrap it up so that Aki can eat his dinner without feeling like he's on the set of a porn shoot.
“Oi,” he says loudly, slamming his fist against the wood.
“Yessirrrrr??” comes the prompt, chipper reply. “come onnnn in!”
You have got to be kidding me, Aki thinks. Denji really doesn’t care. He has not one ounce of shame. Aki does though. He grimaces as he looks down at his own half-hard erection. Walking in now would announce to Denji that Aki had found his little show…arousing.
Which, though mortifying, is true. But surely Denji isn’t about to call him out on it, since he doesn’t mind Aki walking in on him masturbating…right?
The traitorous voice in his head is up and at ‘em again, with suggestions like: Denji might be open to doing stuff…together?
I am NOT about to fuck Denji, Aki says to himself. Repeats it twice more for good measure. I’m gonna go in there, I’m gonna make him feel embarrassed about it, and I’m gonna walk back out. And if I need to, I can always jerk off to Kishibe in the bathroom. Yeah.
“Hnnnnngh, ah, ahhhhh yes, Maki—”
“Are you really gonna yell her name while you jerk off? It’s wildly disrespectful,” Aki announces as he throws open the door, planning to keep his face impassive but—
“Ahhhh, I just can’t stop thinking about her.”
“You’re not going to stop while I’m right here looking at you?” Aki says, forced deadpan voice shaking, unimpressed face twitching involuntarily.
Denji is propped up against the wall, pillow behind his back, wearing only a tshirt. His hand is wrapped around his weirdly large , like really? That big? dick, pumping quickly but—
“I just can’t get offfffffff, ” Denji keens, frustration evident in his voice.
“Right. And you thought using your cold, dry-ass hands was going to be conducive for that?” Aki snorts, subtly looking around to see if Denji was at least using lotion , for god’s sake.
Aki is not getting any less hard. He is, predictably, getting much harder. I don't know where this is going, but I’m gonna need a little something to take the edge off , he thinks, pulling his cigarette packet out and lighting one. He takes a long drag, looks back down at Denji on the floor.
Denji has slowed his pumping hand, eyes fixed on the cigarette in Aki’s fingers. He looks… apprehensive? Aki frowns at the thought, remembering throwing the cigarette on Denji in the back alley. He winces as he remembers the following fight and Denji whaling on his balls with every kick.
Denji’s gaze travels up to Aki’s face, and there is something shining in his eyes that Aki can’t quite pinpoint.
“Are you gonna throw that on me again?”
Aki’s eyes widen as he watches Denji’s fingers tighten around his dick and stroke it minutely, like he’s trying to be subtle about it. Which doesn’t make sense, Denji has been anything BUT subtle this whole time, moaning Makima’s name and even telling Aki to walk in—
Aki returns his gaze to Denji’s face to watch his pupils dilate, once again fixated on the cig. Biting his bottom lip, for christ’s sake.
By this point, any reservations Aki had about becoming sexually involved with the degenerate on the ground before him have flown out the window. This is an opportunity he hasn’t had in months—
Aki smirks down at Denji and takes another long drag. Blows it down at Denji. Holds the cig out like he’s gonna throw it on Denji’s shirt again—
And spits on Denji’s chest.
Denji shudders on the ground below him, grips himself tighter and starts rubbing faster—
“Not so fast,” Aki growls, reaching down to snatch Denji’s right hand off his dick and pinning it to the windowsill over his head. When Denji reaches for his dick with his left hand, Aki picks up his right foot and slams Denji’s hand to the ground, stepping a little harder than necessary.
I’m gonna put this brat in his place, Aki thinks to himself as he gathers drool on his tongue. Stares down at Denji who is now pulled open and exposed, whining needily and writhing under Aki’s unimpressed gaze. Aki considers where to drop the spit on Denji. What is too much for him? He hasn’t really gotten consent yet, but Denji told him to come in, and is clearly enjoying this…
“Do you want this?” Aki asks anyway. Lets up the pressure with his foot and hands to allow Denji to pull away if he needs to. Takes a drag from the cigarette he’s still holding in his free hand.
“Do I— haaaa— want— hnnnngh —what, you jerk?” Denji groans back at him.
Is he messing with me? “Do you want me to treat you like a worthless bratty whore?” Aki asks, plainly. “Do you. want. That.” Denji’s head lolls up to look at him, eyes brimming over with arousal.
Denji nods.
“Do you want me to use you? ”
God, he’s so hard.
“ Hnnnnnnnghhhh yess, please yes, ” Denji moans beneath him.
“Defile you?”
“ Haaaaaaa, yesyesyes—”
“Put you in your place—”
“ SPIT ON ME ALREADY!!” Denji cries, a shuddering, shaking, horny mess under Aki’s grasp.
Aki takes a pull on his cig, breathes out through his nose while he collects the spit in his mouth and—
Spits on Denji’s face.
Aki enjoys watching Denji shudder beneath him, eyes rolling back out of pure lust. This has worked out well so far but this position isn’t really conducive to more play, so Aki scans the room for a better location. Straightens up and takes his foot off Denji’s hand.
“Get on your knees.”
“Huh? But—”
“On. Your. Knees, you whore .”
Denji’s eyes widen again, and he pushes himself up to his knees.
“Go over and lie down in front of the table. Hands over your head. Without getting up. You can crawl if you have to.”
The tatami under Denji’s knees is surprisingly comfortable as he shuffles toward the coffee table. I can’t believe he spit on my face, he muses.
But why does it feel so good— “Oof!” Denji grunts as he is shoved from behind and falls to the floor.
Behind him he hears the rasping sound of Aki taking a drag from his cigarette. “I told you, you can crawl if you need to. Looks like you need to.”
Denji hesitates, then gets on his hands and knees and continues his journey to the table. Jackass, Denji thinks at the same time as he feels himself shudder with arousal.
“On your back. Hands over your head.”
Denji feels Aki’s fingers just around his wrists, as the older man uses his uniform tie to wrap around both Denji’s wrists and tie to the table leg. He can feel two of Aki’s fingers slipping into the space between the tie and his wrists, and he squirms around in displeasure at the very minute amount of slack in the tie.
“Any tighter could do permanent damage to your hands,” Aki murmurs.
Denji stares up at him with an unimpressed look on his face. “I can always fix ‘em though,” he says.
Why am I worrying about the health of a devil? He's right, next time he transforms into…whatever the hell he is, he'll basically get new hands. I must be going some kind of soft…
Aki looks at him. Looks up at the knots. Then looks back at Denji as he slowly tightens the tie around Denji’s wrists, just enough that there is no slack whatsoever. Denji begins to wriggle pathetically again when he realizes he got what he wanted.
This seems to be enough for Aki, who finishes off the knot and stands to observe Denji from above.
“ Shit I forgot to take off your shirt.” Aki disappears around the table and out of sight, leaving Denji a trembling mess on the floor as he succumbs to his horniness. Behind his closed eyelids he is watching Aki spit on him, replaying each instance in his mind, watching Aki ask him if he wanted to be used—
RRrrr---rrriii-ppppp
Denji’s eyes fly open to watch Aki cutting off his shirt with the serrated knife from the kitchen. Shredding his shirt. His…only shirt.
“WHAT THE HELL—”
“Get over it. I don’t give a shit about your clothes. You can have one of my old ones if you’re gonna bitch about it.”
Denji blinks up at Aki in surprise while Aki, with absolutely no ceremony, pulls Denji’s tattered shirt away from his body. When he sits back on his heels, Denji catches sight of something hard and large in the front of Aki’s pants, and he feels elated.
Holy shit, don’t tell me it worked. Denji can’t tell if this is Aki being an asshole like usual, or something else. He had asked if treating Denji like shit was okay…? That was weird. He’s treated Denji this way before, when they were in the alley, so Denji couldn’t quite understand why he had bothered to ask just now. Aki wasn’t a nice person.
But if ordering Denji around and literally ripping the clothes off of his body is making Aki hard…
oh my god, it actually worked! Denji smiles a dopey smile at his victory. He wants to touch boobs, sure, but…After sticking his finger up his ass a few months ago (courtesy of some gay porn magazines he found in a dumpster), this has been on his mind as well. Boobs are ephemeral, since he doesn’t have any and has never really talked to people who do. But Aki , well. Clearly has a dick, and the way he's treating Denji like trash? It’s making Denji horny as hell.
Denji coughs as a cloud of smoke is blown in his face.
“What do you have to be grinning about, you fool?”
Aki is kneeling between his legs on the floor, which Denji had let fall open. He smirks at the dumb look on Denji’s face, and shuffles forward, pushing Denji’s legs up and leaning over him.
Denji freezes at Aki whispering in his ear–
"I'd much rather see you cry. So don't disappoint me, Denji-kun."
And then Aki is gone, sitting back on his heels and looking down intently at Denji's spread open legs, cigarette abandoned in the ashtray on the table.
"I'm gonna start with my fingers," he declares as he opens a small bottle of clear, viscous fluid that Denji doesn't recognize.
"It will be uncomfortable at first, but you shouldn't be in pain. 'Red' is your code word if it hurts and I should stop."
He leans forward again, propping himself up with his left hand while his right hand comes up to Denji's face. He pushed his thumb in Denji's mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Aki disinterestedly watches Denji's pupils dilate, feels Denji's cock twitch against his thigh.
Denji whines as Aki removes his thumb, so Aki immediately follows it up with all four fingers, filling Denji's mouth and prying open his jaw. Aki's prize is Denji's choked noises as his head thrashes back and forth between his tied-up arms, as much as it can while Aki's hand is halfway down his throat. Aki slams the side of Denji's face to the ground and leans down to murmur in his ear.
"The code word is for if it hurts. But just because I don't want to hurt you doesn't mean I'm going to take your comfort into account. Beg and cry all you like while I take what I'm here for."
And just like that he's gone again, bottle back in his hand and clear goop drizzling onto his fingers. Denji looks at him with confusion, not understanding the purpose of the bottle or why its contents would need to be on Aki's fingers.
Misplaced understanding sparks in Aki's eyes and he grabs Denji's destroyed shirt to wipe his fingers off. He chuckles darkly, "I suppose there's something you'd prefer to lube–"
Denji only has time to wonder what lube has to do with what they were doing here before Aki tilts his head forward, maintaining eye contact with him, and lets a glob of spit fall from his lips down onto Denji's balls.
Denji's brain zeroes in on the sensation of Aki's spit trickling down his taint. Just as it reaches his asshole, he makes a sound of surprise as something else makes an appearance there as well, rubbing the spit around and probing at his hole. Denji lifts his head in time to watch Aki slide one of his fingers up Denji's ass all the way in.
He moans at the breach, loud and uninhibited like before but now he's not faking it because Aki's fingers are thicker than his own and he is so goddamn horny that everything is already sensitive.
Despite being bigger than his own, Aki's finger slides in easier, which sort of answers Denji's question “why lube” (brought to you today by Aki’s spit). He's pulled back out of his thoughts as Aki begins slowly pumping his finger, curling it up just slightly as he drags it against Denji's walls, drawing soft pants and the occasional whine out of the blonde boy.
"Yes, that's a good boy, so pretty, so good – relax, pup, that's it–"
Denji almost gets whiplash as Aki's tone goes from condescending to crooning, soothing Denji as Aki adds fingers, spitting on Denji each time he stretches him open further.
Something is building in Denji's gut, coiling tighter and causing his thighs to tense up, twitching as the feeling intensifies with every thrust of Aki's fingers. He's curling them now with every pass, probing around inside Denji like he's gonna find gol–
"ahh–haahhhhh, hhhnnnnnggh oh God –" Denji's now frantic whining breaks off in a high pitched keening sound as Aki’s thorough groping of his hole yields success. The sensation is so intense and now that Aki got the reaction he was looking for he relentlessly applies pressure to this magical spot in Denji's asshole, murmuring praise the entire time that has Denji nearly in tears.
"Such a good boy, yes just like that, pup, you're taking my fingers so well , do you wanna cum on them? The way you just got all tight tells me you do. Come on pup, let me hear you, what do you want me to do?"
Denji's mind is mush and he's babbling incoherently from pleasure, desperate for release, for climax, "M-make me cuuuummmm , hnnnnnngh oh yes , yes please please Aki let me cum I can't stand it, please please PLEASE–"
Aki's hand smacks over Denji's mouth as his cries get louder, and Aki pounds his finger into Denji's ass harder and quicker than before, with so much force Denji practically slides away from him up the floor each time.
By this point Denji is drowning in the sensation of complete submission to Aki. He can't turn his head, can't shift hips because Aki's thick fingers, which are shoved up his ass to the knuckles, are holding him in place. He can't really breathe anymore because Aki's palm is covering his mouth and the short, shallow breaths through his nose aren't quite enough but he's high on it, high on Aki's overwhelming dominance of the situation, and when he opens his eyes–when did he close his eyes?--he looks at Aki with a burning desperation that only grows when he sees how composed Aki's eyes are as they look down at him, sure of himself and utterly confident in his actions.
The coil of pleasure in his gut feels like it's reaching a peak, and he knows he's close, just needs to be pushed over the edge–
"Come for me like the cheap whore you are, Denji-kuuun," Aki croons down at him, and just like that the coil snaps and Denji is plunged into waves of pleasure that crash into him at first, then roll gently over him as his orgasm subsides, Aki still fingering him but more gently now.
Aki removes his hand from Denji's mouth and he gasps, staring deep into Aki's eyes as his heart rate slows again.
"Good boy," Aki says, but this time it's just a statement, not the soft praise he was cooing into Denji's ear earlier.
Denji is put off by the sudden change in Aki's demeanor, but that fades quickly when Aki leans back shifts up onto his knees, and Denji watches as Aki lowers his sweatpants and pulls out his probably? larger than average cock with one hand, while the other is gently toying with Denji's rim with his fingers. What replaces Denji's surprise is a crushing sense of embarrassment as he realizes he just came all over his stomach in about 5 minutes flat with no stimulation other than Aki's fingers up his ass (although does degrading dirty talk count as stimulation?), and Denji is pretty sure that dudes are supposed to last a lot longer than that to be considered a good fuck so…what does that make him?
Aki's still languidly drawing circles, his finger inserted shallowly in Denji's asshole. They feel slicker than before somehow, and Denji realizes he must have used some of that stuff from the bottle–the lube. But his eyes are still blank and Denji thinks he might have fucked up , which he hates because he just acted like a fool to get Aki's attention which made him feel so accomplished but it turns out he was just an unexperienced virgin with no stamina and–
The loud sound of frantic, ragged breathing jolts Denji out of his thoughts and he realizes it's him, he's hyperventilating and he can't stop because he's panicking now and–
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's okay, are you okay?" Aki murmurs, voice once again gentle, eyes just a tad softer than before. He pulls his fingers out of Denji's ass to rub soothingly against his hip instead, taking his free hand to cup the side of Denji's face.
"Denji, are you okay? Breathe for me, pup." Aki looks into his eyes and exaggeratedly breathes in and out slowly, encouraging Denji to copy him, which he does after a few more gasping breaths.
Aki's eye flick to where Denji's hands are tied above his head, and he wonders if this was too much? He was pretty rough with Denji just now, but he had seemed pretty into it. Aki knows that someone seeming like they’re enjoying an intense sex act isn’t enough of an assurance that he can keep going. But Denji hasn’t used the safe word, so Aki scans Denji's body language to assess what might be going on, and–
Ah. Aki watches Denji push his face under his still-tied up arm like he's trying to hide, and something clicks.
"No need to be embarrassed, pup. You did great," he assures him, grabbing Denji's chin to turn his face.
"I didn't…I didn't cum too soon?" Denji mumbles, obstinately avoiding eye contact.
Aki lets out a laugh, a real laugh , which surprises even himself, although Denji looks positively incensed by it.
"Denji, pup, I made you come. You'll be more relaxed after you come, which will make it easier to do things like this– " Aki slides three lubed fingers in all at once and spreads them apart, gratified to feel Denji's hole accept them even more easily with real lube and thrilled to hear Denji whine like a cat in heat.
"--and much, much easier to put this in you,” Aki says, pulling at his dick.
Denji moans at the sight of Aki’s cock, writhes in his bonds and thrusts his hips pointlessly up into nothingness, which Aki seems to take as encouragement of sorts.
"Are you ready?" Aki asks earnestly.
Denji looks up at the man leaned over him and knuckles deep in his ass. Aki’s face is calm, serene even, as he patiently waits for Denji to say it’s okay. Which he’s ready to do but…a nagging thought finally surfaces in the space between them. In all the sex he’d seen in…well, just porn magazines really…the guy always seemed to be in control, on top of the woman, and while he and Aki were both guys, and nothing about this makes him feel like less of one…He’s realizing he always assumed he’d be the one in control. And having his hands tied to a table over his head isn’t something you could call “being in control” by any margin. Although, based on the fact that what got him so wound up in the first place was Aki spitting on him, maybe he doesn’t want to be in control in the first place?
He looks back up at Aki, once again hesitant. “Is it…normal…to just want someone to do stuff to you? To just…take it?”
A huff of breath on his face as Aki leans down over him, so they’re almost nose-to-nose. “Denji,” he starts, “it doesn’t matter what’s ‘normal,’ that doesn’t even exist. All that matters,” he continues, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly like he wants Denji to feel every centimeter of every thrust, “is that it feels good to you. Does this feel good?”
“ Mmhmm ,” Denji whines.
"Does it feel good to be tied up, to be held down, to be immobilized while I work your ass?”
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
A low murmur, next to his ear: “Does it feel good when I insult you?” A frantic nod. “When I treat you like trash?” More nodding.
“Then it looks like we’re compatible,” Aki says as he sits back on his heels again, fingers still in Denji’s ass.
'Like we’re compatible ,' REALLY? Why would you say that stupid, that makes it sound like you wanted to be compatible, like you wanna do this again, fuck , did he notice? I’ll just–
"Is this how you treat worthless whores?" Denji asks, in that irritating voice he reserves purely for moments when he knows he's being a little shit. Aki feels tension leave his body that he hadn’t realized he was holding. Denji’s okay, he just needed to know he didn’t fuck up, and Aki feels way better about his fingers up Denji’s ass now that he’s sure he’s not about to be a source of sexual trauma for the guy.
“Only when I’m making sure they actually want me to ruin them,” He retorts.
Denji’s mouth spreads slowly in his signature smirk. “Wreck me,” he drawls.
Aki’s mouth drops open from sheer arousal of it all, which is a supremely un sexy move, and he just barely manages to salvage his image by using his tongue to push some saliva out, letting it drip on Denji’s chest.
Denji appears unimpressed, but it doesn’t matter because Aki’s already ripping open the condom he grabbed when he got the knife out of the kitchen and rolling it on to his dripping dick. He quickly applies lube to his length and tosses the bottle aside.
There’s a soft gasp as he presses his dick against Denji’s entrance and he looks up to see him looking down intently, apparently aroused by the sight, but Aki’s been soft enough on him already, so he grabs Denji’s chin with one hand and forces him to look up.
“Eyes on me pup. You look at me the whole time. I don’t want your eyes closed, I don’t want you looking away. I am your pleasure and your savior, so be good for me.” He says it all matter-of-factly, in a low voice, and Denji’s dick throbs on his stomach.
The only thing Denji can think to say, the only thing that comes to mind is– “Woof.”
It’s like Aki slips, the way he suddenly pushes into Denji, pushes the air out of him, pulls him to pieces as his dick slowly but surely splits him open. Denji is moaning lewdly but this time Aki doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, leaving his mouth uncovered as he sinks incrementally into Denji's tight heat.
"Is this what you were hoping for when you put on that show for me?" Aki asks, voice dripping with (manufactured) disdain. Denji doesn't need to know how much Aki enjoys his little trick, not yet.
Not ' yet ??' There's no next time, so there's no yet, Jesus Christ, Hayakawa. Remember this is a devil, not a human–
But as Denji nods enthusiastically on the ground below him, looking for all the world like a dog who retrieved a stick and is waiting for praise, Aki feels that his (genuine) disgust for the half-devil half-human in front of him has begun to fade. It's not as visceral as it was before.
"I had no idea you were such a slut, getting yourself hard for me and everything, but do you think you really deserve my dick up your ass right now?"
Denji is experiencing something like a rebirth on Aki's cock, he can't really form full thoughts because there is no part of his body that isn't hyper aware of the thick member thrusting in and out of his sensitive ring of muscle, stimulating his walls and the thousands of nerve endings there. He's moaning uncontrollably because everything feels so goddamn good , but he hears Aki's question as if through a haze.
"Huuuuhh?" Is all he has the ability to respond.
What comes next is immediate, horrible emptiness and an abrupt halt to the stimulation and Denji whines loudly , opening his eyes to find Aki pulled out, arms propped on either side of his head so he's looking down into Denji's eyes.
"I asked you a question, whore.” Denji shudders. “Do you think you deserve to get fucked by my cock? Why should I give you this?"
Fuck Fuck FUCK Denji's mind is scrambled, scrambles to pull together words but can't, should he explain that he's been respecting Aki's private space and apartment cleanliness, that he's been only taking as much time in the bathroom as he needs and trying to clean up the table after making breakfast?
A second glance in Aki's eyes and he knows that's not what Aki wants to hear. He's not Aki's roommate right now, he's his toy, and if he wants to be used…
"Please please give me your cock again, I deserve it, I've been so good for you, I wanna keep being good for you, I promise, just please give me some more, please daddy–"
What?
Denji's mouth falls open at the end of his little performance because where the hell did that come from, he didn't think he'd used that word for over a decade , if ever …
But he quickly lets the train of thought die off because now Aki looks positively feral, and there's a hungry glint in his eyes that wasn't there before, and Denji's fingers wrap around the tie holding them in place to brace himself for what is sure to come.
"That's right, you really have been good for me pup," comes a purr from above him, hands tighten on his hips, "I think I'll reward you for being such a good pup, you've been the perfect little cocksleeve for me. I'll give you lots."
Lots of what?...
And then Denji lets out a strangled cry as Aki plows into him, up to the hilt in a single, powerful, hungry thrust that drives the air out of Denji's lungs. Followed by another. And another. And oh god, is this what we're going to do for the rest of the time? Denji wonders. His dick is fully hard again and dripping, and the pleasure is building in his lower abdomen again, and his ring of muscle is only getting more sensitive and his eyes are rolling back in his head because he has never experienced anything that brought this much pleasure.
Above him Aki starts letting out panting moans along with the stream of murmured dirty talk, and it's insanely hot , and there is a sheen of sweat over his face. Denji notices for the first time that Aki is fully clothed and only he is naked, and his dick throbs in added arousal.
The constant pounding is pushing Denji closer and closer, but there's something missing and he doesn't know what. Aki is looking at him almost expectantly, which is ridiculous since Denji is the one tied up.
And then Aki grabs his hips and forcibly tilts them for his next thrust and a pleasurable sensation rips through Denji's gut, leaving him gasping. But the next thrusts, while pleasurable, are nothing like that last one, and Denji feels desperation start to claw its way up from his belly.
"Aki, please, please do that again, whatever it was I need it now , it was so good it'll make me cum if you do it again," he pleads, feeling wetness well up in the corner of his eyes.
Aki doesn't miss the forming tears, and he pulls back, thrusting slowly and too shallowly to give Denji satisfaction.
"Try again."
" What?! "
"You want to cum. Only I can make you cum. You're a very good boy for begging, but I need you to try again.”
Denji's eyes widen in panic, because he was being so good , begging just like Aki wanted, even about to cry like Aki said he could. He whines in frustration, and Aki pushes agonizingly slowly all the way in, and then stops.
"It was so pretty, what you called me earlier," he purrs into Denji's ear, and Denji's eyes go as wide as dinner plates.
"That–that was an accident!!" he wails. "I don't–I'm not–I know you're not–"
Aki chuckles from his position hovering over Denji. "Pup, there's nothing wrong with it. Lots of people are into saying that stuff. And some of them," he murmurs at Denji's neck, "are into hearing it."
Denji shivers. He had no idea Aki could be like this, could take on this persona but it did something to him, intoxicated him. And beyond that, he needed to cum like never before because he had been hard for ages and Aki was actively depriving him of that small amount of stimulation that would tip him over the edge.
But one look in Aki's eyes tells him there's only one way he's gonna get what he wants.
" Please, make me cum. I need it so bad. "
"Who's gonna make you cum, pup?" He thrusting again, not enough, but–
"You are… daddy ," Denji positively whimpers. " Hnnnnghh!"
He moans, loud and sharp as Aki cants his hips and does another of those thrusts that makes Denji's gut twist in pleasure.
"And why am I going to make you come?"
"Because–I–I've been a good boy –"
" Yes, " Aki croons, granting him another thrust. "You've been so good for me pup, you deserve it. Tell me what you want?"
"T-to come on your cock!" Denji has no shame anymore, only nerve endings and sensations and lust.
"That's my good little whore." Two more thrusts, and Aki's voice is dangerously deep, rumbling in a way Denji hadn't thought possible as he rails that one spot in Denji's ass that lights him on fire. "Such a good slut deserves to come on daddy's cock–"
A wave of sensation hits Denji like truck-kun as he orgasms, his entire body spasming, arms pulling at the tie and legs twitching violently on either side of Aki's hips. He vaguely registers his cum splattering across his stomach, shooting up to the hollow of his neck and the sound that comes out of his mouth is a depraved moan.
Aki watches Denji convulse in the throes of his orgasm, his hole clenching even more tightly around Aki's throbbing cock. He's babbling, incoherent strings of words that at the very least contain "daddy" and "yes please." Denji's face is contorting beautifully, and Aki licks his lips at the fat tears rolling down his face. He feels himself tipping over the edge, and he pulls out of Denji, strokes himself three times and ejaculates, hard, all over Denji's pretty face with a long, low moan.
Below him, Denji has frozen except for the aftershock tremors that still run through his body.
"d-daddy?"
Eyes widening in surprise, Aki responds "yes, pup?"
"C-can I…can I eat it?"
Fucking figures, Aki thinks to himself, leaning down over Denji again. Lifts a hand, drags it through the sizable amount of cum on Denji's face.
"Yes. Since you were such a good whore for me, I'll give you a treat. Open up."
"Ahhhhhh–" Denji says, open his mouth and sticking out his tongue, eyes still closed but not clenched shut anymore.
Aki places the pads of his cum-lathered fingers on the flat of Denji's tongue, presses gently, then slowly , so slowly, presses his fingers to Denji's tongue and slides them into his mouth, down to the back of this throat, watching intently as they move past his lips.
Denji's eyelids flutter, and then he is sucking his tongue back into his mouth and around Aki's fingers, swirling it around them and licking the cum off like this is his first meal after starving for a month.
Which isn't actually a foreign feeling to Denji, Aki muses. With his past, it makes sense that he would value protein , Aki thinks with a smirk.
When getting his soul sucked out of his fingertips starts giving Aki's cock delusions of grandeur, he pulls his fingers out of Denji's mouth. He grabs the shredded shirt from next to him to wipe off Denji's eyes, but hesitates.
He really has been very good, Aki muses. He tosses the shirt to the side again, bracing himself with his arms on either side of Denji's head, and lowers his head to Denji's face. He's not sure why Denji being a good fuck is enough of a reason to do something he would never have considered doing even with a human hookup.
He sticks out his tongue and gingerly licks his own cum from Denji's eye. It's salty and a little bitter, and underneath his own flavor he can taste the sweat on Denji's skin.
God, what am I doing?
He moves on to the other eye, cleaning Denji off like a cat, while Denji stays completely still beneath him.
When he pulls back, Denji's eyes open slowly, like he's waking up.