[Hitoshi's comment makes his lips tug a bit tighter. Sure, some guys made comments about it but the fact they're the same age- same grade- it's just weird to him. When an older guy says that, it's with that air of "you dirty boy" and, like, they're the dirty old man paying for it.]
[When it's Hitoshi, though, it makes him wonder. Denki was 90% sure he was a good guy. Still, he was a good guy and working so hard to get into the hero course- and here he was, with someone who passed the entry exam who was selling himself of the side. For the first time he's stopping to think about how this looks and stopping to think was never his strong suit.]
I mean... like, maybe half a year, now?
[If he's got the money, he's serious, right?? It's a lot of money for a high schooler to throw around. Unless maybe he's a secret rich-kid? Nah, that doesn't seem to match.]
[ Coming from a guy who likes it. Likes... all those things, if he's honest. Hitoshi has been writing it off as a passing interest in the deceptively intelligent extrovert who's so far been the least irritating person to try to talk to him like a friend, combined with a general acceptance of the fact that 1-A's resident ikemen is objectively attractive. But. Well. He's here, right now, which is no small thing. And when he could have let this all go, he very deliberately didn't.
There's a moment where he looks down at the bills in his hand and just thinks... this isn't like me.
He holds them out anyway, straight-armed and suddenly less blankly confident. The image of that awkward teenager creeping back in, vaguely bashful and annoyed with himself about it. He didn't rehearse this part in his mind, didn't actually let himself envision getting this far. He's not good with people. Never has been. Which maybe is ironic, given that all his power is in communication. ]
[The subject of Class 1-A's ikemen was still debated- Denki sometimes won by merit of not having a giant facial scar but Shouto often won by actually knowing to keep his mouth shut now and then. As far as Denki's concerned, though, that title hasn't gotten him any dates with girls but it has gotten him 30k yen payments from a bunch of guys, sooo...]
[While Hitoshi's considering the money, Denki's getting a look at his face again. Yeah, his future coursemate definitely had better features for girls. They liked the squarer jaw, intense eyes, that sort of thing. Hitoshi could probably get girls, they went for that brooding "not here to make friends" attitude. He wasn't looking for girls, though, and instead he was here. He was here and, like Denki had been able to tell even with the voice changer, he was nervous about it.]
Uh, yeah.
[He takes the money, distinctly remembering that he'd brushed off the are you sure question. He thumbs over the bills carefully, double-checking.]
Hey, so, like, I might be wrong, but- [he bites his tongue on a weird question to ask a client and a sorta weird question to ask a classmate]
Have you done this before? Not the paying part but, like, fooling around with a guy.
[ ... Called out. Hitoshi frowns and folds his arms over his chest, wallet and its now much more sparse contents returned to his pocket. ]
Does it matter?
[ It's like when you ask twins which one of them is older. If one says it doesn't matter, it's not them. He's sixteen, and not only that but he's been pretty singularly focused on one thing for a good while - logically he knows it's not that strange not to have any experience yet. But suddenly he finds himself feeling a little more exposed than he would've liked. ]
I didn't know you were that picky with your takers, Chargebolt.
[Denki slumps his shoulders a bit, practically whining,]
Aw, c'mon, don't call me that here.
[Although, really, his hero-in-training life has now solidly crashed into his teenage hooker life. And even an idiot can tell that was coming out as a defensive mechanism.]
[An idiot can definitely have some problems deciding to do with the fact a schoolmate of his decided his first time should be paying him, though. Maybe he just didn't know he had easier options? It's hard enough to tell what a guy like Hitoshi is thinking at any given moment.]
I'm not being picky just, like, [words are so hard]
Most of the guys who have called were really sure about what they wanted so it's just different!
[ Obviously he knows in general, but surely there's some sort of plan for if someone shows up here and just says 'do your worst'? Which... is essentially what's happening here. ]
I'm here, aren't I? You're what I want. You're what I paid for. Unless your plan is to just keep asking me questions until you can tell me I'm out of time.
[Yeah, okay, he knows, he just hasn't been asked to shepard someone through their first time! And, besides,]
You know, if you said that sort of thing to a gay guy normally you probably wouldn't even have to pay...
["You're what I want." Hell, he considers himself straight despite everything and that sort of direct line still made his heart skip a beat! Who was gonna turn that sort of line down? He definitely couldn't get away with that sort of line.]
[(He doesn't even stop to consider that the line being delivered to him and his reaction to it might make this something more than a transaction.)]
Ahh, whatever. Come over here, [he beckons him towards the bed- not, like, in a sexy way but it is still beckoning a guy towards a bed]
Usually just, like- sometimes they wanna start with feeling, some want to get right into it-
[It's weird to describe. Once he had a guy who practically spent the whole time kissing and sucking at his nipples. Some guys would already be on top of him on the bed by this time. Some of them really wanted it to be mutual and touched him too, some didn't care and pretty much used him for their money's worth. If Hitoshi didn't know what he wanted then it was best to- what- give him an idea of as much as possible?]
If you really just wanna leave it to me- [which- it's embarrassing and different but- he'll do it] -uh-
I can get you off with my mouth, then I'll take a shower and get myself ready, then we can- y'know.
[ ... That wasn't supposed to be a... line. Or anything. Maybe Hitoshi should be taking a second to consider why, when told he could have just gone after someone normally and not had to fork over his allowance for some time, his first thought is why would I want to do that. But he doesn't. Because obviously not stopping to think at all has served him well enough so far. And if this isn't just a transaction, then it's something else, and he's fully not ready to consider what that means.
Maybe one day he'll properly convince himself that he isn't at all interested in his future classmates as people. Any of them. Especially not this one. ]
... Sure.
[ He draws closer to the bed as directed, already pulling at his belt buckle. There's something about the candid way Kaminari just comes out with it that's... he's not sure. Not unpleasant. That probably just happens when this is something you do regularly, though he doesn't seem to have quite lost all the shyness about it. Which is... nice too. ... or something. ]
[Most guys don't make him say it, okay. Or, if they make him say it, it's clearly part of an "I'm into you getting red" sort of way.]
[Thankfully, they start moving to the part that requires less talking. If Hitoshi's not going to think too much about it then Denki's not going to think about it. Probably. Sometimes he gets distracted when he's going down on guys, okay? What else is there to do when you're down there getting a sore jaw? He'll try and find something that isn't all the weird things about this particular job.]
[Hitoshi approaches and Denki will reach out, looping his finger into the belt buckle and tugging lightly, like he's helping.]
But if you think of something you want, tell me, okay? Since that's what you're paying for.
[ Hitoshi hums his acknowledgement - he's not sure what exactly he'd come up with, but he is still trying to keep this purely transactional in his mind, and with that comes knowing that what happens here within the agreed terms is basically up to him.
He does pause for a moment though, buckle open but no further yet, to consider the other boy from here. Doesn't really think about it when he reaches out to brush a little of his hair back in a strangely almost affectionate gesture that doesn't really marry in with the look on his face like he's curiously observing the (admittedly very interesting) movements of a lab mouse. ]
... You look good from this angle.
[ ... Well, he does.
And then back to undoing his fly, which is a little surreal to do for another person for the first time. At least he's fairly confident that while no crazy size he's at least definitely not unimpressive in that regard. ]
[The contrast would be weirder if Denki weren't used to affection being paired with strange emotions. It's not like anyone he did this with actually liked him liked him. Affectionate gestures could be sprinkled in but they were just- instincts. Habits. They weren't for him. Although it's pretty funny how Hitoshi's face really doesn't match it.]
By the end of this, you better say I look good from every angle.
[he jokes, lips curved up in a mischievous smile]
[It's a little easier when it gets to this part. He can focus on his work and just try to ignore the fact that this is a classmate's dick. And, well, he's a professional, he's not going to comment on the size. Although some guys were into that? Would Hitoshi crack a smile if he gave a "Ooh, you're so big"?]
[He'll briefly rub his hand against the other's length, over the fabric of the underwear, for a bit of friction, before heading up to the waistband to tug it down.]
[ It's a little easier to loosen up some with the joking, though his breath does catch on a word when he feels Kaminari's hand through his underwear. It's about the kindest moment he could've chosen for that - the hitch of breath is audible and a little embarrassing, but probably about as close to getting away with it he could possibly have come. It really is a different feeling to doing it himself.
And, well. At least he's not laughing at him. Not that Hitoshi necessarily entertained the idea that he might, just... one of those things that you don't realize is a quiet worry until it no longer is. He's not totally hard yet - which he doesn't think is particularly weird - but he's well on his way.
He does have to bite his lip and look away, a little embarrassed, and pretend he can't feel the telltale warmth in his face that tells him he's turning pink. ]
[Good thing Hitoshi didn't find him earlier. The first couple of times Denki did this, he needed to be entirely led along by his clients. Thankfully, some people are into that. It's just funny to imagine if both of them had been here as inexperienced virgins. Neither of them would know what to do.]
[Instead, though, he knows what to do, getting the waistband down and out of the way. He peeks up and- huh, still nervous...]
Y'know, you paid to look, too. [another teasing comment, trying to lighten the mood.]
[He also figures he should get any commentary out of the way, considering his mouth is about to be occupied. He doesn't rush into it, starting with a breath of warm air close to the head to stiffen him up more. It's almost like he's waiting for Hitoshi to look back. A guy should be able to watch their first blowjob entirely, regardless of orientation. Although, hypocritically enough, he'll probably break eye contact once he's actually going at it.]
[It was way more embarrassing to be watched than watching.]
[ He actually wants him to watch? Hitoshi didn't really think it mattered, assumed it would be something that Kaminari just sort of... did, without thinking too much about it. In the same way that you pay to have the person at Starbucks make your drink, but you're still always a little surprised when they actually care about making sure it's right for you.
Still, he supposes, this isn't exactly a minimum wage job.
He can't help the beginnings of a grin at the corners of his lips, exhaling a chuckle that's mostly just a breath. ]
Would you shut up and get on with it please?
[ There's no bite to it, he doesn't actually mean it as an order, more of a come on, take pity on me, I'm the poor idiot who has no idea what he's doing here. ]
[It's not a minimum wage job and, well, Hitoshi's a customer but he's also his classmate. So sue him for wanting to be nice!]
[Either way, he's told what to do and he'll do it. There doesn't appear to be even the slightest crease in his brow or worry that Hitoshi would use his quirk. (It's both his trust in the hero hopeful and the fact one if his rules on the page was no quirk stuff.)]
[He doesn't bother going for any more teasing. He takes Hitoshi's dick into his mouth, about half-way. There wasn't a point in going all the way until he was fully hard but- what's more likely to get someone fully hard than the first time they had something warm and wet wrapped around their dick?]
[Despite what he was thinking earlier, Denki finds his eyes glancing up. If anyone were to ever ask, he'd just say he was curious. Hitoshi was usually so unexpressive, he sort of wants to see what sort of reaction he gets. Nothing gay about that (he reasons, with a dick in his mouth).]
[ Well he's definitely not expressionless now. Hitoshi can't keep a little ah sound from escaping, almost more surprise than anything else, the moment he feels the other boy's mouth on him. And yes, for the record, that is absolutely effective in making sure he's almost immediately harder than he's been... possibly ever.
Their eyes meet and he bites his lip, watching intently, the image of himself disappearing into Kaminari Denki's mouth while those pretty gold eyes look up at him not something he thinks he'll ever forget. It's a small miracle that the combination of nerves and being a sixteen year old virgin don't mean he's one and done right then and there. He's not sure he would've been able to show his face at school again at all.
It occurs that he's not sure what to do with his hands now. They hover a little awkwardly for a moment before he decides to hook one thumb in a beltloop, the other hand resting lightly on the top of the other boy's head. ]
[It's- well, it's not cute. He wouldn't say cute. It's definitely not a super cute, virgin reaction. It's just kind of funny, that's all.]
[Denki doesn't soak it in too long before bringing his focus back to the task in front of him. He's at least considerate enough to try and not overwhelm the poor guy. A first time should be memorable so he'll try and take it slow. Some people would find the slow sensation of his lips pulling over skin to be more torturous, though.]
[He's a little surprised by how lightly Hitoshi rests his hand there. He could get a pretty good read on a client by how they acted during a blowjob. Some immediately took control, grabbing at his hair. Others liked to lean back and watch him do all of the work, worshiping their body. Was this just a virgin-like reaction or what Hitoshi way more gentle than his attitude in class let on? He's sort of curious...]
[ Hitoshi's lower lip finds its way between his teeth as he watches this happen... very slowly. God. He already has to push down the animal instinct to push himself into the wet heat of the other boy's mouth, a quiet, strangled moan his only concession to wanting to.
What are you supposed to do during this? Hitoshi's fingers want to curl into the blonde hair under them, so he lets them - but it's not a grab by any means. Barely taking hold at all in fact. It's almost affectionate, if you were going to go that far. ]
You're good at this...
[ The words come out as a breathy mutter. Not that he expected he wouldn't be, just... it's hard to imagine when you've never experienced it before. And he's barely even done anything yet. ]
[For what he's paying, Denki better be good at it. The corners of his lips curl up a tiny bit- not much, considering the position they're in. As a reward for the honestly, he slides himself a bit forward, taking Hitoshi deeper in his mouth. When he pulls back, he drags his tongue along the shaft. As he expected, there's no resistance in Hitoshi's hand, even with him grabbing in his hair more.]
[He glances up, a quiet signal and reminder that Hitoshi could do what he wanted. Just in case he was holding himself back.]
[With no input, though, he'll just keep going at a steady pace. He goes deep a few times, especially if he feels like Hitoshi might be getting used to it. If Denki's deciding- well, it's not as if he likes guys coming in his mouth but that's definitely the better way for Hitoshi, right? He'll just spit it out after...]
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[When it's Hitoshi, though, it makes him wonder. Denki was 90% sure he was a good guy. Still, he was a good guy and working so hard to get into the hero course- and here he was, with someone who passed the entry exam who was selling himself of the side. For the first time he's stopping to think about how this looks and stopping to think was never his strong suit.]
I mean... like, maybe half a year, now?
[If he's got the money, he's serious, right?? It's a lot of money for a high schooler to throw around. Unless maybe he's a secret rich-kid? Nah, that doesn't seem to match.]
Apparently I've got a face guys like.
[and hair guys like and a body guys like....]
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[ Coming from a guy who likes it. Likes... all those things, if he's honest. Hitoshi has been writing it off as a passing interest in the deceptively intelligent extrovert who's so far been the least irritating person to try to talk to him like a friend, combined with a general acceptance of the fact that 1-A's resident ikemen is objectively attractive. But. Well. He's here, right now, which is no small thing. And when he could have let this all go, he very deliberately didn't.
There's a moment where he looks down at the bills in his hand and just thinks... this isn't like me.
He holds them out anyway, straight-armed and suddenly less blankly confident. The image of that awkward teenager creeping back in, vaguely bashful and annoyed with himself about it. He didn't rehearse this part in his mind, didn't actually let himself envision getting this far. He's not good with people. Never has been. Which maybe is ironic, given that all his power is in communication. ]
Here. That should be right.
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[While Hitoshi's considering the money, Denki's getting a look at his face again. Yeah, his future coursemate definitely had better features for girls. They liked the squarer jaw, intense eyes, that sort of thing. Hitoshi could probably get girls, they went for that brooding "not here to make friends" attitude. He wasn't looking for girls, though, and instead he was here. He was here and, like Denki had been able to tell even with the voice changer, he was nervous about it.]
Uh, yeah.
[He takes the money, distinctly remembering that he'd brushed off the are you sure question. He thumbs over the bills carefully, double-checking.]
Hey, so, like, I might be wrong, but- [he bites his tongue on a weird question to ask a client and a sorta weird question to ask a classmate]
Have you done this before? Not the paying part but, like, fooling around with a guy.
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Does it matter?
[ It's like when you ask twins which one of them is older. If one says it doesn't matter, it's not them. He's sixteen, and not only that but he's been pretty singularly focused on one thing for a good while - logically he knows it's not that strange not to have any experience yet. But suddenly he finds himself feeling a little more exposed than he would've liked. ]
I didn't know you were that picky with your takers, Chargebolt.
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Aw, c'mon, don't call me that here.
[Although, really, his hero-in-training life has now solidly crashed into his teenage hooker life. And even an idiot can tell that was coming out as a defensive mechanism.]
[An idiot can definitely have some problems deciding to do with the fact a schoolmate of his decided his first time should be paying him, though. Maybe he just didn't know he had easier options? It's hard enough to tell what a guy like Hitoshi is thinking at any given moment.]
I'm not being picky just, like, [words are so hard]
Most of the guys who have called were really sure about what they wanted so it's just different!
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[ Obviously he knows in general, but surely there's some sort of plan for if someone shows up here and just says 'do your worst'? Which... is essentially what's happening here. ]
I'm here, aren't I? You're what I want. You're what I paid for. Unless your plan is to just keep asking me questions until you can tell me I'm out of time.
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You know, if you said that sort of thing to a gay guy normally you probably wouldn't even have to pay...
["You're what I want." Hell, he considers himself straight despite everything and that sort of direct line still made his heart skip a beat! Who was gonna turn that sort of line down? He definitely couldn't get away with that sort of line.]
[(He doesn't even stop to consider that the line being delivered to him and his reaction to it might make this something more than a transaction.)]
Ahh, whatever. Come over here, [he beckons him towards the bed- not, like, in a sexy way but it is still beckoning a guy towards a bed]
Usually just, like- sometimes they wanna start with feeling, some want to get right into it-
[It's weird to describe. Once he had a guy who practically spent the whole time kissing and sucking at his nipples. Some guys would already be on top of him on the bed by this time. Some of them really wanted it to be mutual and touched him too, some didn't care and pretty much used him for their money's worth. If Hitoshi didn't know what he wanted then it was best to- what- give him an idea of as much as possible?]
If you really just wanna leave it to me- [which- it's embarrassing and different but- he'll do it] -uh-
I can get you off with my mouth, then I'll take a shower and get myself ready, then we can- y'know.
["an extra ¥5,000 if you wanna do it raw."]
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Maybe one day he'll properly convince himself that he isn't at all interested in his future classmates as people. Any of them. Especially not this one. ]
... Sure.
[ He draws closer to the bed as directed, already pulling at his belt buckle. There's something about the candid way Kaminari just comes out with it that's... he's not sure. Not unpleasant. That probably just happens when this is something you do regularly, though he doesn't seem to have quite lost all the shyness about it. Which is... nice too. ... or something. ]
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[Thankfully, they start moving to the part that requires less talking. If Hitoshi's not going to think too much about it then Denki's not going to think about it. Probably. Sometimes he gets distracted when he's going down on guys, okay? What else is there to do when you're down there getting a sore jaw? He'll try and find something that isn't all the weird things about this particular job.]
[Hitoshi approaches and Denki will reach out, looping his finger into the belt buckle and tugging lightly, like he's helping.]
But if you think of something you want, tell me, okay? Since that's what you're paying for.
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He does pause for a moment though, buckle open but no further yet, to consider the other boy from here. Doesn't really think about it when he reaches out to brush a little of his hair back in a strangely almost affectionate gesture that doesn't really marry in with the look on his face like he's curiously observing the (admittedly very interesting) movements of a lab mouse. ]
... You look good from this angle.
[ ... Well, he does.
And then back to undoing his fly, which is a little surreal to do for another person for the first time. At least he's fairly confident that while no crazy size he's at least definitely not unimpressive in that regard. ]
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By the end of this, you better say I look good from every angle.
[he jokes, lips curved up in a mischievous smile]
[It's a little easier when it gets to this part. He can focus on his work and just try to ignore the fact that this is a classmate's dick. And, well, he's a professional, he's not going to comment on the size. Although some guys were into that? Would Hitoshi crack a smile if he gave a "Ooh, you're so big"?]
[He'll briefly rub his hand against the other's length, over the fabric of the underwear, for a bit of friction, before heading up to the waistband to tug it down.]
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[ It's a little easier to loosen up some with the joking, though his breath does catch on a word when he feels Kaminari's hand through his underwear. It's about the kindest moment he could've chosen for that - the hitch of breath is audible and a little embarrassing, but probably about as close to getting away with it he could possibly have come. It really is a different feeling to doing it himself.
And, well. At least he's not laughing at him. Not that Hitoshi necessarily entertained the idea that he might, just... one of those things that you don't realize is a quiet worry until it no longer is. He's not totally hard yet - which he doesn't think is particularly weird - but he's well on his way.
He does have to bite his lip and look away, a little embarrassed, and pretend he can't feel the telltale warmth in his face that tells him he's turning pink. ]
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[Instead, though, he knows what to do, getting the waistband down and out of the way. He peeks up and- huh, still nervous...]
Y'know, you paid to look, too. [another teasing comment, trying to lighten the mood.]
[He also figures he should get any commentary out of the way, considering his mouth is about to be occupied. He doesn't rush into it, starting with a breath of warm air close to the head to stiffen him up more. It's almost like he's waiting for Hitoshi to look back. A guy should be able to watch their first blowjob entirely, regardless of orientation. Although, hypocritically enough, he'll probably break eye contact once he's actually going at it.]
[It was way more embarrassing to be watched than watching.]
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Still, he supposes, this isn't exactly a minimum wage job.
He can't help the beginnings of a grin at the corners of his lips, exhaling a chuckle that's mostly just a breath. ]
Would you shut up and get on with it please?
[ There's no bite to it, he doesn't actually mean it as an order, more of a come on, take pity on me, I'm the poor idiot who has no idea what he's doing here. ]
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[Either way, he's told what to do and he'll do it. There doesn't appear to be even the slightest crease in his brow or worry that Hitoshi would use his quirk. (It's both his trust in the hero hopeful and the fact one if his rules on the page was no quirk stuff.)]
[He doesn't bother going for any more teasing. He takes Hitoshi's dick into his mouth, about half-way. There wasn't a point in going all the way until he was fully hard but- what's more likely to get someone fully hard than the first time they had something warm and wet wrapped around their dick?]
[Despite what he was thinking earlier, Denki finds his eyes glancing up. If anyone were to ever ask, he'd just say he was curious. Hitoshi was usually so unexpressive, he sort of wants to see what sort of reaction he gets. Nothing gay about that (he reasons, with a dick in his mouth).]
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Their eyes meet and he bites his lip, watching intently, the image of himself disappearing into Kaminari Denki's mouth while those pretty gold eyes look up at him not something he thinks he'll ever forget. It's a small miracle that the combination of nerves and being a sixteen year old virgin don't mean he's one and done right then and there. He's not sure he would've been able to show his face at school again at all.
It occurs that he's not sure what to do with his hands now. They hover a little awkwardly for a moment before he decides to hook one thumb in a beltloop, the other hand resting lightly on the top of the other boy's head. ]
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[Denki doesn't soak it in too long before bringing his focus back to the task in front of him. He's at least considerate enough to try and not overwhelm the poor guy. A first time should be memorable so he'll try and take it slow. Some people would find the slow sensation of his lips pulling over skin to be more torturous, though.]
[He's a little surprised by how lightly Hitoshi rests his hand there. He could get a pretty good read on a client by how they acted during a blowjob. Some immediately took control, grabbing at his hair. Others liked to lean back and watch him do all of the work, worshiping their body. Was this just a virgin-like reaction or what Hitoshi way more gentle than his attitude in class let on? He's sort of curious...]
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What are you supposed to do during this? Hitoshi's fingers want to curl into the blonde hair under them, so he lets them - but it's not a grab by any means. Barely taking hold at all in fact. It's almost affectionate, if you were going to go that far. ]
You're good at this...
[ The words come out as a breathy mutter. Not that he expected he wouldn't be, just... it's hard to imagine when you've never experienced it before. And he's barely even done anything yet. ]
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[He glances up, a quiet signal and reminder that Hitoshi could do what he wanted. Just in case he was holding himself back.]
[With no input, though, he'll just keep going at a steady pace. He goes deep a few times, especially if he feels like Hitoshi might be getting used to it. If Denki's deciding- well, it's not as if he likes guys coming in his mouth but that's definitely the better way for Hitoshi, right? He'll just spit it out after...]