Work Text:
Yoshida groans, he’s crushed under the weight of that huge black metallic body, that of the chainsaw devil. His cock ruts against Yoshida’s clothed ass, and his massive hands grab at any part of his toned body they can reach. Luckily for Yoshida, the chainsaws on his arms are retracted. Instead of blades slicing through his clothing and flesh, sharp fingers grope at the folds of his shirt. Desperation radiates off those shaky large fingers as they fumble with the button of Yoshida’s collar. It pops through the fold to revealing his silky pale neck. He gasps as razor-like claws skim over his throat, stopping along his artery to feel his rapid heartbeat. His blood drums against those searing fingers.
He can tell Denji is in there, those hands are unmistakably his. That gentle yearning touch is his, but so is that dangerous and sizable body that he shares with the chainsaw devil, the hero of hell. That massive chest and wide shoulders, dense limbs and bloodied chainsaw resting on his head. Yoshida’s hands drag up the metallic plates of his arms, fingers make out the curves of each muscle. He leads Denji’s free hand to his chest, it slides under his suit jacket to grope him. He bites his lip as the claws rake his nipple, before the hand settles in to knead his chest. The hands push down Yoshida’s torso and the fingers cling to his suspenders. He presses their bodies together as he pops the clips, his suspenders fall down his shoulders.
“Ah.. Denji..” he squirms and those hands grasp tight on his hips. Denji’s whines as he pulls those hips into his, hearing his name leave Yoshida’s lips excites him. His head rests on Yoshida’s shoulder, he pants into Yoshida’s ear, his breath sears against soft skin. He can’t help himself, his mouth opens and his tongue slides against Yoshida’s ear. It skims all eight piercings. Yoshida turns his head to the side to place a kiss on his metallic cheek. The hybrid purrs, his engine vibrates in his chest, and against Yoshida’s back.
“C’mere..” Yoshida reaches out, a hand on Denji’s warm metal face, turning his head to face Yoshida. His fingers trace up Denji’s sharp jaw, caressing his face sweetly. He tilts his head and his bangs fall to the side. He leans in quick and his lips brush against sharp metal teeth. As his hand holds them close, the thought of death runs through his head. He’s like prey before the kill and something primal in him wants to be devoured. His body longs to submit to death in reaction to a turbulent mixture of fear, love, and arousal. It would be so easy for this hybrid to take his life, to reduce him to nothing, the same way he has with many devils. Possibilities of death chance his brain, decapitation, asphyxiation, the saws on his arms could extend once more and tear Yoshida to meat. And the prospect of death excites him further. Yet, deep inside his brain, he knows he’s safe. If Denji wanted him dead, he would have already done it, instead he huffs and whines as Yoshida’s lips knead against his teeth. Of course he is safe, he’s tasting the lips of death while sweetly in his arms.
“Kiss me Denji.” and Denji obliges, as well as he can. His tongue protrudes through his teeth, straight towards Yoshida’s mouth. He opens it for Denji, a whine slips past his lips and that tongue makes contact with his own, thick and heavy. It flicks over his teeth, tracing flat against his incisors. He’s slow, savoring the damp heat of Yoshida’s mouth. His thumbs hook into Yoshida’s waistband as they kiss, easing down his hips. His cock presses against his briefs, twitching, seeking attention.
He slides a hand down to grope himself through his briefs but he’s stopped in his tracks by the sensation of claws tracing his clothed cock. It makes him writhe, his head rocks to the side and Denji’s is quick to follow. He doesn’t let up on kissing Yoshida, lapping at his tongue. His large hands give his cock a taste of friction and a clawed finger runs along the wet patch of his briefs. Yoshida’s free hand fumbles with the elastic. He pushes one side halfway down his thigh, just far enough to free his cock. He hums as Denji pushes against his naked skin, hot metal on hot flesh.
Denji pulls back, his tongue slides back into his mouth for a moment. His hands move to hold Yoshida’s waist and his dense athletic body is lifted with ease. Denji doesn’t even need to try, Yoshida is basically weightless in his arms. Hands slide over his stomach and defined abs as he rotates Yoshida. He squats to the floor and Yoshida stumbles, restricted by the pants still holding his legs close. But Denji holds him steady and makes sure to lay him down softly.
Yoshida leans back on his elbows to watch Denji grasp at his legs and pull them up to reach his shoes. Somehow he’s still so careful with Yoshida, he holds his ankle steady. His head tilts as he works around the heel. He slides one off and he immediately goes for the other, Yoshida stares through his bangs. His pupils flick around Denji’s body, from his chest to his abdomen, and down to the wide cock between his thighs.Then up to his face, the massive horns on his head and the bloodstained saw. Once he looks down, his shoes are off to the side. Denji’s hands move to grope at Yoshida’s defined thighs. He’s practically drooling over Yoshida and the indecent noises spilling out of his mouth. His pretty cock throbs, still untouched.
“Help me with these..” His eyes flick downward towards his legs. Denji nods vigorously, his the claws snag the fabric. It slides against his knees and down his smooth legs, dragging down to his ankles. The pants and briefs crumple on the floor next to him.
Denji’s hands grip onto his knees, slowly peeling his legs apart. Yoshida’s cock twitches against his stomach. His pupils are blown, his half lidded eyes are locked onto Denji, who crawls between his legs. Yoshida grunts, the weight of Denji’s body winds him. Their hips smash together, the first real touch of his cock is Denji’s dragging against it. His nose and lips smash against hot metal plates, the smell of exhaust burns his lungs as he kisses up that chin and jaw. He opens his neck to Denji, whose teeth brush against his throat and tongue slides over his skin to leave a trail of saliva. He pants against that smooth neck, flat tongue drags over both arteries. He laps at the small sweat beads, savoring the saltiness. His hips involuntarily stutter against Yoshidas, he’s desperate.
Denji’s cock drips hot pre-cum on Yoshida’s shirt and skin as his tongue and teeth explore his throat. His fingers slide up Yoshida’s arm and he intertwines their fingers, trying his best not to crush his hand. His tongue drags up Yoshida’s throat, chin, and against soft lips to flick at the corners of his mouth. It dips down to press against his mole. Yoshida pushes his tongue out with a moan and it grazes Denji’s. Vulgar sounds emit from both of them as Yoshida works on the tongue, pressing his flush against it. He pulls back to leave a trail of small kisses down towards the tip, before taking it in his mouth and sucking gentle pressure on the muscle. It’s messy, raunchy even. Saliva dribbles down his chin and he’s too busy to care. The feeling is intoxicating and he can’t get enough. He tilts his head, taking in a little more and circling it with his own tongue.
Between the weight of Denji’s body and his tongue, Yoshida can hardly breathe. He’s lightheaded, his vision is spotty, and every sensation is amplified. From the loud mewls and groans of the hybrid to the heat tingling his abdomen. Denji’s hips rock down into his, their cocks are crammed between their heated bodies. And those bodies slide together with ease from the mixture of sweat and precum. Yoshida’s hand squeezes between them, it shakes as he touches Denji for the first time. He pushes their cocks together in one hand, the sheer size of Denji’s is almost enough to send him over the edge. The weight and pressure of it against his own cock drives him mad. He gives them both a stroke and they whine together.
Their hips rut together, slow and sloppy. Yoshida does what he can with one hand, the other hand shakes as it travels up Denji’s shoulder and back, arm hitching around his neck to pull them closer. He squeezes them both at the base and twists up to thumb at the head of his cock. His hand moves leisurely, fingers work up and down to drag against sensitive glands. Denji rocks into his hand, the pressure makes him squirm. He bucks into his hand and their cocks slide together. Denji’s thick tongue slides deeper into his mouth and he gags hard as he comes. It spills over his thumb, dribbling on his stomach and suit. His body shakes intensely, almost uncontrollably. His head whips to the side, leaving Denji’s tongue behind. Whimpers spill past his lips, half words and gasps while he tries to regain his breath. His back arches and he rubs against Denji’s cock a few more times to pull him over the edge, he knows he succeeded once Denji’s hips falter. Denji whines, his hips trembling as he comes.
Yoshida’s chest heaves, his eyes shoot downward to watch Denji’s thick cock jerk and leak onto his hand. His come drips onto Yoshida’s skin, making more of a mess on his abdomen. He gives them a few more slow strokes before pulling his hand away. He reaches over to his pants to wipe his sticky hand clean before placing it on Denji’s face and pulling him close. He smashes another kiss onto his metallic teeth. The love he possesses for Denji is something may be hard for others to understand, but not for him. It doesn’t come down to possessing the devils heart. Hybrid, chainsaw devil, hero of hell, Denji. Every piece of him is another for Yoshida to desire.