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“You bit me,” Yoshida says. It was simply too much. It was Yoshida’s body against his, his mouth on his skin, his voice calling out for him, and Denji was arrested with the desire to bite and mark and make himself permanent, even if just for a moment. He hadn’t even realized he had given in until he came down from a strung out high and saw the imprints of his teeth on ivory skin.
Denji has mapped his body, and save for the small scar on his palm, the other man is unblemished. Except for the remnant of himself.
He doesn’t apologize. He isn’t sorry. Yoshida leans forward and he is overcome with the hunger to mark him again, to sink into his blood and stay a while. Yoshida takes his hand and lays fleeting kisses on each fingertip until Denji slides his hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Close mouthed and slow, and it’s still the best thing he’s ever had.
Then he dunks Yoshida into the bath and the other man comes up for gasping for air, streams of water dripping from his hair.
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Denji's heart is killing him, so he runs away from the only people who held it in the hopes he can die quietly without leaving behind scars. It doesn't work.