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The way that Denki moves isn’t human. No… Like this? When they’re tangled and tired and drenched in sweat, Denki moves like liquid. His lithe little body doesn’t seem to hold its own shape when he’s pressed up against Hitoshi. He adapts the other’s form and somehow wraps himself around and around until his touch, his lips, his breath is all Hitoshi can feel.
There’s a whimper and a moan and Hitoshi only vaguely understands that the deep, rumbling moan that follows has bubbled forth from his parted, panting lips.
“Ssshhhh….” Denki cooes, “I got you, Toshi.” His tongue is hot as he licks up the side of Hitoshi’s neck, sharp eye teeth catching on the tendon. “I’ve got you.” He flicks his fingers across Hitoshi’s nipple, pulls hard then soothes the sting with this thumb. “You’ve been so good, Toshi. So good…”
“Good,” Hitoshi echoes.
Denki smiles against his skin, plants a kiss on his jaw and hums. His glossy nails catch the purple haze of the black light and the single yellow lightning bolt he’s painted on his index finger glows bright blue. He taps the finger-one-two-three-on Hitoshi’s chin, runs it through the persistent patch of stumble that’s always there. “Want your reward, Toshi?” He nuzzles the underside of his chin, reaches low to trace that godbolt finger along the underside of Hitoshi’s weeping cock. “Hhhmmm? Wanna fuck me, Toshi? Wanna put your big cock in my little hole?”
Hitoshi wants to, God… Fuck! He wants to so bad. He wants to fuck Denki. He wants him more than he wants to breathe. He needs him, his body, his praise… His approval.
Yes! He wants to scream, Yes! Hitoshi wants to give his acquiesce and slam his aching prick inside his boyfriend’s perfect, pert little body; but his mind is full of warm smokey lust and words seem so forgein. He opens his mouth and goans, he kisses his Denki’s face, tries to remember how to say ‘yes’.
“I need an answer, baby,” Denki says, voice dripping with honeyed lust. He shifts in Hitoshi’s lap and GOD! He’s hovering just over Hitoshi’s cock and all the man has to do is just… Just move an inch and he’d be seated on it.
Denki takes Hitoshi’s face in his hands, drops a single, simple kiss on the tip of his nose and smiles down at him. And this ache that pulses in Hitoshi’s chest now is more than the lust and adrenaline of their little game and Hitoshi has to smile back. He loves this man. Loves him more than life. And that brings him back from the brink just enough to manage an answer. “Yes.”