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"Oh, man... I feel for you." I sigh, rubbing Denji's back alongside Arai while Denji barfs.
"Himeno screwed up on this one, she's really gotta learn when to stop drinking." I lean on Denji to try and comfort him.
"That was my first kiss..." Denji groans between heaving.
I head back to the table and order a glass of water. I smack Himeno on the back of the head as I'm walking out.
"Jealous? My first kiss tasted like puke, dude." I hear Denji say to Arai.
"Here, take a break from the barfing and drink some water." I hand off the glass to Denji, who gulps it down in an instant.
"Let's get you outta here." I take the glass back from Denji and pull him onto his feet.
...
It takes a bit but I manage to drag Denji to my place, He passed out a while into me carrying him so I lay him across my couch and grab a blanket for him, I pull off his shoes and tie and drape the blanket across him. He stirs slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake up.
I head to the kitchen and grab him a cup of water, I place it on a coaster for him on the coffee table with a mint next to it.
I stretch and leave to go to the bathroom, I shower and get ready for bed.
...
"Glad to see you're up," I say to Denji as he pulls himself to sit up on the couch.
He glances over at me in the kitchen, there's dried drool all over his cheeks and his hair is a mess. I chuckle a bit. He's cute.
"Hah?" He questions tiredly. He turns and sees the water I left out for him, and gulps it down, crunching down the mint not long after.
"I've got breakfast cooking, too." I smile.
He cocks his head to the side. As if asking, "What is it?"
"Pancakes!" I beam at him.
"Sweet." He sighs, falling back onto the armrest.
After I finish up the pancakes, I call Denji over to eat with me.
"Sorry about last night," I say to Denji. "Sucks that that happened, especially after you saved all our asses. Himeno needs to watch herself." I chuckle.
"It's all good... just sucked that that's how I'll remember my first kiss." He sighs, digging into his pancakes.
After a bit of banter, we both finish up our food. I take the plates to clean up a bit while Denji finishes off his orange juice.
"I mean... you've always got a first second time." I giggle, washing the syrup off of one plate.
"Hmm?" Denji asks, setting his cup down.
"Your first kiss, I mean, there's always a first time to do something twice." I chuckle. "You could remake your first second kiss into a good memory."
"Hmm." Denji hums in thought.
"Could you..." he starts, but quickly stops and shakes his head.
"Could I what?" I question, placing the clean dishes on the drying rack.
"If we're going by those kinds of rules, then could you be my first second kiss?" Denji glances away in slight embarrassment.
"Wouldn't you want that to be Makima?" I question, sitting down on my couch.
"I only have one reward from her if I kill the Gun Devil, but you're super nice to me and treat me good. And..." he pauses. "You're cute, I like you." I glance over at him, he's looking away and I can see his ears are red from blushing.
"Sure Denji, I'll be your first second kiss." He's so darn cute.
His eyes go wide and he just stares at me for a second, "L-Like now?" He asks.
I snicker and nod, motioning him over to sit next to me.
He sits next to me with his back ramrod straight and his hands awkwardly in his lap.
I scoot in closer to him. "You know what, Denji?" I drape my arms over his shoulders. (For Denji, time seems to be moving all too slow, and he's terrified you can hear his heart pounding in his chest)
"Y-yeah?" He gulps.
I titter, "You are the cute one." I cuddle up next to Denji, pulling my legs up onto the couch, and leaning them against his.
Denji is visibly nervous. Bullets of sweat form on his brow.
"Relax," I say softly, pushing Denji's back up against the back of the couch.
"Deep breaths." I lean in and give Denji a soft peck on his cheek, then another, and another on his jaw. His shoulders draw slack and his posture loosens up.
Finally, Denji turns to face me. I'm dangerously close, my lips grazing over his.
His breath is hot and uneven over my lips.
I lean in and catch his lips softly in mine. I feel his eyelashes fluttering closed against my cheek. I hold for a couple more seconds before moving my mouth against his.
He tries to repeat my actions, he stutters a bit but learns. I cup his cheek softly with my hand and pull away.
Denji's eyes are still closed and his mouth is hung open ever so slightly.
His eyes peel open to look at me, and he gulps.
"Can we do that again?" He breathes. His face is still as flushed as ever.
I leer and nod. This time, Denji leans in and slots his lips with mine. He pulls away for a second to lean his elbow on the headrest of the couch but returns eagerly.
He hums into the kiss. I once again guide him through moving lips against lips.
I can feel wetness seep from his mouth onto mine, I nip at his bottom lip gently and he groans.
I slip my tongue into his mouth slowly, Denji pulls away from me after a second of my tongue sliding against his.
"You're not gonna barf in my mouth are you?" Denji asks, grimacing.
I chuckle a bit, "No, I promise, just a little French kissing is all."
He stiffens as if the kissing we've just done has finally settled with him in his brain. I can see the cogs turn in his head.
His hand covers his face. "Wow..." he sighs.
"That was really nice." He leans his head back. "I'm afraid I'd get addicted though, I already want more." Denji seems to have grown bold, right after saying that he turns back to me, cupping my chin and using his thumb to play with my bottom lip.
He leans in again, this time with fervor. I'm a little taken aback at first but I eagerly return the energy, kissing him fiercely. If I let this go on too long who knows how far I'd let him go.
"Mmmm, Denji..." I moan, pulling away from him. "You're right, it's addictive but I don't know how much I'd be able to hold back if we took this any further, I'm not sure how many firsts you're willing to have with me," I admit.
Denji's face lights up in a blush.
"I wouldn't mind-" I place my finger over his lip before he finishes that sentence.
I can't lie to myself, kissing Denji is hot, it's got me hot and bothered (who knows how long it's been since I've made out with someone like this), and I know it's affecting him too, his bulge isn't really hidden from my view. But I can't let this get any further, at least not right now.
"Denji, as much as I'd love to be the one who takes care of you, I'm not sure I'm the right one to do that, weren't you saving yourself for Makima?" I question.
"Yes but... I super like you almost as much as I super like Makima, so I wouldn't mind either of you-" I cut him off once more with my finger.
"Not today Denji. Maybe another time I take another one of your firsts I wink.
Denji gulps but nods.
"Much better than a barf kiss though, huh." I snigger, lightly punching him in the arm.
"Ugh don't remind me." He groans.
"Then I'll make you forget." I lean in and kiss him just once more before sending him back home to Aki.