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Kiss.
Just the word excites Denji but at the same time it brings a wash of hidden trauma. Goosebumps all over his arms when he remembers his first kiss. Then his second. And then his third.
All of them were shit.
They weren’t like what was described in his manga.
Sure he felt a small spark of something. Which was quickly destroyed.
Denji’s first kiss is probably the most memorable one. It's like losing his virginity but on the mouth. Except his mouth had been used as a bucket for someone to puke in—disgusting.
His second kiss didn’t go any better of course. It seems his luck always ran low with women. The second kiss happens within the day. And by the same woman.
Himeno, in her drunken state just slobbered all over Denji’s face like a dog.
The kiss was far too wet.
Slippery. Too slimy. Too much saliva.
Denji didn’t enjoy it very much. It’s even worse when Himeno didn't remember much of anything that’s happened between them. Which is great for her. But not for Denji.
He wishes he can't remember as well.
His third kiss is at least a little better. To an extent that is.
He shares his third kiss with Reze. Their kiss is probably the closest he’ll ever get to an actual proper kiss, if he erases the part where she bit off his tongue, of course. Their kiss had been quite something else, his heart had been beating hard—or maybe it was because of the fireworks but his kiss with Reze is something memorable. Aside from the tongue ripping.
Still the aftermath of their kiss had been disgusting. Blood seeping into his mouth, ridding of everything sweet and replacing it with copper. He had been quite surprised that he still manage to utter out a sentence with a short tongue.
Denji shivers.
His current tongue tingling from remembering the sharp pain of getting his tongue bit off.
The blond boy’s pulled out of his thoughts when the door creaks open. Denji can make out Aki's figure, squinting a little to adjust to the view. Aki, without acknowledging Denji's presence, made his way into the kitchen. Twisting the knob until a small rush of water drops, filling his empty cup.
Denji just watches him carefully. The moon offering him enough light to see the stoic expression on the older man’s face.
Finally, after some time, Aki closed the tap. His eyes flicking up in acknowledgement, he asks. “What are you doing?”
Denji shrugs. He doesn’t know what he was doing.
Reminiscing maybe.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Aki slowly approach him. The cup clicking against the polish floor as Aki took his seat beside Denji facing the small window in their apartment.
“I guess,” Denji replies.
He’s kind of used to this. Denji will sleep when his body wants to sleep but right now it didn’t and somehow his mind wandered off to that. To girls. To kissing.
“What are you thinking about?” Denji must have had a face on him because Aki chuckle, sipping his cup of water before he continues. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Denji made another face. This face is done with intent.
“I was thinking about my first kiss.”
Aki stiffens, grimacing a little. “Oh yeah. The puke kiss.”
“I hated it.”
“I’d imagine,” Aki replies with a soft chuckle. “I don’t think anyone would think too fondly on a kiss especially if someone pukes into their mouth.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” Denji huffs without heat. “Then she kissed me again.”
Aki raised an eyebrow, looking more curious than anything really.
Denji continues, “but it was gross. So wet, and slimy. She was slobbering all over my mouth."
There’s a small pause.
Then Aki laughs, the sound low and soft. It's a pathetic attempt at trying to stifle his sounds in order to not wake Power up. Denji appreciates the effort because he doesn’t need Power waking up and whining for him to return back to bed.
He can’t sleep yet.
And he'd rather not be caged in bed, staring at the ceiling. The moon looks more interesting anyway.
“Did you like it?” Aki asks, turning his head to stare at Denji.
Did he like it?
He should like it.
Denji kissed a girl. Two girls to be exact. That was his goal. His dream.
But it didn’t feel good. There had been too much saliva and too little action really. And it didn’t feel like what the manga told him kisses should feel like. After some time, Denji finally shook his head, lip pull down into a small frown. “No. Felt too much like a dog licking me.”
“Oh. So you’ve seen a dog.”
“Stray,” Denji replies.
“I’m sure you’ll find a kiss you’ll eventually like.”
“I kissed someone for a third time,” Denji starts, flopping down on the floor. Aki makes no move to follow him. Makes no indication that he’s done with the conversation. This is probably the closest they’ll ever get to a decent conversation. “With a girl. She was real pretty too.”
“What happened to Makima-san?”
“I still like her,” Denji says. “But this girl made me want to come back to her.”
Aki hums, an indication that he’s listening. Denji close his eyes, remembering Reze’s lips. They were soft and pretty and…everything good. Their kiss had been nice for a second. And afterwards it became shit. Some time must have passed before Denji opened his eyes, glaring at the ceiling as if it had been the one at fault for ruining his kiss with Reze.
“She bit my tongue off.”
There’s a pause.
It’s followed by a snorting laughter.
Denji nudged at Aki with his foot, the older man easily capturing his ankle with one hand. Denji let out a small groan when Aki drags him over, his back rubbing harshly against the floor. Before he knew it, Aki had managed to drag him over his lap, one leg on either side of Aki’s waist. Essentially forcing him to straddle Aki.
“What?” Denji glares at the older man, not really one bit concern over their position—Power must be rubbing off on him.
“Did you hate it?” Aki asks, his fingers tapping Denji’s lower back.
The act has Denji shuddering, he didn't even know he was sensitive there. He squirm a little, shifting around on Aki’s lap. He glance over his shoulder to glare at the offending hand, he gave Aki's hand a hard swat. The older man settles with holding Denji’s waist.
“Yes. Well, no…but it didn’t feel good.”
“Do you want to know what a good kiss feels like?” Aki asks absentmindedly.
He asks so nonchalantly that Denji takes longer than usual to process his words. His own cheeks heating up at the suggestion yet Aki's expression doesn't change. He keeps watching him. Denji's lip curl down, face scrunched up in a distasteful way that should express how much he hates the idea.
“Ew. No. Why would I kiss a dude? I like girls. Boobs.”
"I didn't say it had to be with a man," Aki retorts back. Denji's face grew hot, half embarrassed and annoyed. "Unless that's what you want. And men have boobs too."
“No they don’t,” Denji snaps back, the corners of his lip curls up. Aki’s dumb after all. “You should go back to school if you think they have boobs.”
“They do,” Aki replies, moving to cup Denji’s chest. “See, right here.”
“They’re not boobs.”
Aki doesn’t reply instead he starts groping them, the white shirt is made of a thin material so it doesn’t really offer much protection. Denji shivers, leaning back to avoid Aki’s hands but the older man’s persistent, and he starts to pinch at Denji’s chest.
“Okay, I get it!” Denji yelps, slapping Aki’s hands off. He cross his arms, protectively shielding his chest. “Men have boobs so what’s your point?”
“Your kiss with girls didn’t feel good. Do you want it to feel good?”
Denji makes a face, rolling his eyes. “Of course. That’s what the manga said. Kisses are supposed to feel good.”
“Should I teach you how to make it feel good?” Aki asks.
This time the older man’s moved his hand towards Denji’s ear, he’s playing with his earlobe. Denji rolls his eyes again because dumb Aki and his inability to keep his hands to himself. Must be the result of having to use that sword.
“How?”
“Like this.”
Denji’s not prepared for Aki to lean in and kiss him. Capturing his slack lip. Aki’s lip isn’t like the other girls. His is thinner. Less soft. And just feels so wrong that Denji should have pushed him off.
But he doesn't.
The kiss isn’t like the others with tongue and everything. Aki just presses his lip tight against Denji’s. At this distance, he can see everything about Aki. His skin is flawless. He smells incredibly nice. One of his eyebrow seems to be shorter than the other and....
...Denji shudder when a cool hand cups his cheek. Starts rubbing his ear.
And it kind of feels good.
It’s almost disappointing when Aki pulls back, the corners of his lip curling up in amusement. “Close your eyes, Denji.”
“Why?”
“It’s creepy when you have them open,” Aki replies.
The black-haired male gently rubs at Denji’s lower lip. The act makes Denji’s tongue dart out to fight the offending finger. Aki tilts Denji’s face up, tugging him closer. Denji can smell the mint coming off from the older man.
“Close your eyes. Open your mouth when I lick your bottom lip. And enjoy it.”
That’s a lot of demands, Denji thinks.
But he doesn’t reject it when Aki kisses him a second time, meeting the older man halfway. This time their lips slot together nicely. Still it isn’t as soft as it is with a girl but kissing Aki feels better. Definitely feel so much better. The sudden wetness on his bottom lip is probably Aki’s indication that he wants Denji to open his mouth.
Denji's not sure he wants to.
Kissing a man is already a no-no.
But now using his tongue with a man? Denji couldn’t possibly get any lower than that. What would Makima say?
A stinging sensation on his chest forces a loud gasp to leave Denji’s mouth, the sound is quickly swallowed by Aki. It’s not as messy or painful as Denji thought it would be.
But there's definitely a startling difference.
Aki’s tongue is thick. Long. So much bigger than Reze’s. So much rougher than Himeno.
It's a little too big that Denji doesn’t know where to put his tongue, isn’t even sure if there’s any space in his own mouth to accommodate both his and Aki’s tongue.
Yet, somehow Aki’s tongue slides in.
Bullies his way in and fills up Denji's mouth so aggressively.
Blocks all airway that Denji’s brain starts to grow hazy. His eyes slitting open slightly, yet his vision of Aki is nothing more than a fuzzy version. Drool drips down the side of Denji’s mouth, the slurping sounds nasty yet it's kind of erotic. It delivers blood straight down to Denji’s pants, making them uncomfortably tight and painful.
Denji grasps at Aki’s shirt.
Trying to turn his head to break the kiss but the hand behind his head stops him from escaping.
“A-Aki…!” He manages to gasps out in between the rough kiss.
He’s half sure that he must have bitten Aki’s tongue. But the older man makes no indication of pain. Denji's shirt grows damp with a mixture of his and Aki’s saliva. It makes the material cling to his chest.
The kiss is something.
It’s not gross like his first kiss with Himeno. It's also not as slimy and messy like his second kiss with Himeno. It's definitely not painful like his kiss with Reze.
This one is a good mixture of nasty and painful in a pleasurable way.
The kiss makes him feel like he’s one with Aki.
Like they’re both the one making the mess even though it's clear as day that Aki’s fat tongue is at fault for their mess.
The more Denji can’t breathe, the more the idea of biting Aki’s tongue off becomes tempting.
When it becomes more evident that he was going to pass out, Aki pulls back. There’s a string of saliva that's connecting his lip to Aki’s. It should disgust him but instead his dick grew harder than its ever been. The way Aki is presenting himself doesn't help. Damn him and his touseled hair and his stupid eyes and that damn smirk.
Denji wonders if he looks just like that. Or better. Perhaps worst. Like a dead man nearly suffocated to death.
“How was it?” Aki asks, swiping at Denji’s lip.
Denji’s breath comes in short and quick. Trying to regain himself. It almost felt like he was fighting a hundred Devils.
“T..that was…something.”
“Something?” Aki repeats, tilting his head. His black hair following him, his usual ponytail is nowhere to be seen. “Good something or bad something?”
He’s not sure if it’s good something or bad something.
This is his first kiss with a dude. This is the kind of kiss Denji wanted with a girl. Instead he got it from a dude. From Aki no less.
Aki stares at him for a while before he shoves him off his lap. Denji flops down with a grunt, sitting up to glare at the older man. “Rude.”
“Whatever,” Aki replies, placing his cup in the sink.
Denji watch him carefully, lip pulled down into a frown. Only speaking when Aki’s hand hover on top of his doorknob. “Hey.”
“What?”
“Can we do it sometime again?” Denji asks, his own cheeks heating.
He didn’t like requesting unless he was requesting from a woman. But he can't exactly not want this again.
“Maybe,” Aki replies, shutting the door behind him.
Denji flops down on the floor again, staring at the ceiling. It isn’t an outright rejection. And he kind of likes it. Aki tastes good. Aki tastes like mint. Like…like…like…everything good.
“…Pochita, this is a kiss.” Denji says, curling into a ball. His own chest buzzing with excitement.