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Denji’s thighs grip the pillow underneath him as he ruts against it, cock twitching and leaking onto the fabric. He palms himself with one hand as a fantasy builds in his mind. Yoshida is underneath him, disheveled and sweaty, long black bangs stick to his forehead. His eyes peering out from underneath them. Denji drags a hand along his chest, groping him as he pushes their lips together.
He buries his face into Yoshida’s neck and listens to the blood thrumming through his veins. Every beat of his heart sends more blood rushing through his fragile human body. Denji closes his eyes, his breath ghosts against Yoshida’s throat before he presses a few kisses into it. He just wants a taste, his tongue slips between his lips to skim over the sweat and Yoshida squirms under him.
He nips and sucks marks into his skin, tongue kneads against the forming bruises. His hips roll sloppily as he takes his time on Yoshida’s neck. He licks him once more before his teeth pierce down into Yoshida’s throat.
Thick blood prickles from the puncture wounds, smearing onto his lips. His tongue lays flush against Yoshida’s skin. His lips work over the wound, drawing out more rich blood. Yoshida’s soft pained groans ring against his ears, what a noise… it’s hypnotic, beckoning him to drink more. So he does, panting between each gulp. His blood is so enticing, better than any food Denji has ever had. It coats his mouth, tongue, and teeth, it trickles down his throat. His cock twitches between his thighs, he’s so desperate for Yoshida’s taste. He can’t stop himself from biting down harder than before.
“Ghk…hah…” Yoshida struggles against him, but he doesn’t let up. He’s starving, blood isn’t enough. His body acts on its own accord and his jaw clamps down harder in sick desperation. Growls spill past his lips as he crushes Yoshida’s throat with his jaws. His hips move consistently while his teeth rend the flesh.
“Den…ji.” He chokes out between breaths, wrapping his arms around Denji’s shoulders as he bites down. Denji rips away, blood drips down his chin as he catches his breath. Yoshida’s pretty face drives him crazy, those dark half lidded eyes track his every move. Denji leans in to kiss him again, saliva and blood smear against Yoshida’s lips as he kisses back weakly. “Keep going…” he whispers, locking Denji in with his legs. His hands cradle Denji’s head, guiding his mouth back to the wound.
“No…no..” Denji tries to pull away but Yoshida’s arms lock him in. His lips brush against the blood and within seconds, he’s lost in his taste again. Flesh catches on his canines and peels away from Yoshida’s throat. It’s so tender, he can’t help but swallow. Blood splatters onto his face, dripping off his lips, tongue, and chin. The smell hangs heavy around him and tears stream down his cheeks as he mangles the man underneath him. Yoshida’s ragged breaths fade with each thrust of his hips.
He wraps his arms around the pillow, sloppily fucking into it as he chews a wet spot. Heat twists in his abdomen, he’s so frantic for release. His jaw clenches, hips stuttering as he whines Yoshida’s name. He trembles, dragging out a few more thrusts before he lays limp against his pillow.
He holds it tight for a moment, before the realization that his own come is smearing across is stomach sets in. He sits up, sticky and flushed, looking down at the come and drool stained pillow. Shame churns in his body as his brain recounts the fantasy and how quickly it spiraled. He clutches his stomach as a gag rips through his throat when he visualizes Yoshida’s mauled body. What a disgusting thing to get off to...