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Denji's hands and knees cage Asa in. She raises an eyebrow, her eyes scanning over Denji's face, eyebrows knit together, eyes lidded, bottom lip jutting out in a pathetic little pout. His upper lip twitches occasionally, giving her the barest glimpse of the tip of one of his sharp little teeth.
"You said I could get a kiss if I followed all your orders," he says bitterly.
Oh yeah. "I did say that, didn't I?" Asa muses, placing a hand on his shoulder. Denji's eyes flick back and forth between her eyes and her lips.
"Well?" he demands. Asa thinks for a moment before giving his shoulder a little squeeze.
"You can kiss me however you'd like," she says. "I won't stop you."
Denji's eyes light up excitedly at the idea of doing whatever he wants.
Asa squeals in mild shock as Denji slaps his hands over her cheeks and squishes her lips together in a pucker. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he shoves them together with a loud moan.
Asa scrunches up her face as Denji begins to sloppily make out with the bottom half of her face. They're not so much kissing as Denji is rubbing his face against hers with his mouth open and tongue sticking out. Asa resists the urge to grab his face; She did promise to not stop him after all. But she promised him a kiss, not whatever the hell he's doing to her face. She has to improve this somehow.
Asa parts her lips, and when Denji — still doing...whatever the fuck he was doing — notices, he slips his tongue in immediately.
Asa closes her mouth as soon as she can, keeping Denji's tongue in her mouth with his lips slotted against hers. Denji switches gears immediately, licking around inside her mouth. It admittedly wasn't the most pleasant feeling the first time she tried it (ie, it was gross and slimy and Asa shoved him away) but it's not that bad now.
Rather than continue to lie there or lick back, Asa decides to gently suck on Denji's tongue instead. The reaction is immediate, Denji whimpers softly, his movements ceasing in favor of letting Asa suck on his tongue.
They stay like that for several moments until Asa feels something wet start to slide down her lips. It's definitely not her own saliva, she's lying back, all of it pooling in the back of her throat for her to swallow.
Ah...Denji is making a mess again.
Asa stops sucking, struggling to shove Denji's tongue out of her mouth with her own. It's hard, they keep slipping against each other. Finally, Denji pulls it out on his own and leans back just a bit, letting Asa catch sight of his open mouth, spit practically spilling from his slick lips.
"You're making a mess," she says, placing a flat palm on Denji's neck and pushing him away. The subtle pressure has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his jaw going even more slack.
"Hnn..." he whines pathetically. "Suh...Suh..." Denji's lips fumble in a pathetic attempt to form words. Sh–Shorry..." more drool drips down his chin. Asa grimaces as it splatters onto her sternum, pooling in the little divots of her collarbone.
"You're being such a dirty boy," she chastises. Denji moans embarrassingly loud and high-pitched, letting out a full body shudder.
"Uuuhn..." His lips move but no words come out, just more loud moaning. Asa frowns and scoops up some of his drool with her fingers, the slick liquid coating the tips of her fingers.
"Clean it up," she says. Denji whimpers and quickly closes his mouth around her fingers, taking in a little more than necessary. He sucks harshly as he pulls off her fingers, trying to leave as little spit as possible. Of course, it's impossible to leave zero, and Asa is left with a thin coating of drool on her fingers. Denji looks up at her through his lashes, whimpering softly and apologetically. It's alright, he tried.
Asa wipes her fingers on his wet lips, which does the opposite of cleaning the spit off; Her fingers are significantly more wet now. Her hand drags to cup his cheek, giving him a gentle squeeze before patting it, the resulting noise a quiet wet smack.
"Good boy.”