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the idea of inviting yoshida along was something denji had toyed with the moment he'd remembered they were to be vacationing here. it was difficult to ask him at first, with yoshida putting distance between them. their period of not talking had nayuta nagging at him to invite yoshida (read: octo-boy as she loves to call him) near every day. he was glad he was able to bring him along, even if the original idea had long since been lost since making up with each other. his face looks shy, bottom lip jutting out in a defiant pout. his face should say everything to yoshida's teasing him; of course he doesn't want the other to go.

yoshida often encourages denji into doing the things he wants to do after thinking about it carefully for some time. rarely does he discourage things that denji wants; unless he finds them repulsive himself. the amount of times denji has whined about wanting to buy crude magazines only for the other to somehow bribe him away from them has occurred one too many times denji has lost count. however regarding most other things, yoshida seems to gladly push denji forward towards whatever makes him happier. thoughts such as those lodge themselves firmly to the growing list of reasons why denji should be with yoshida.

the other thoughts were ones such as this; when yoshida — a boy he thought previously untouchable by someone like him — nips and kisses along the expanse of his neck. denji closes his eyes, shutting one of his senses off seems to heighten the experience of the others as he allows yoshida to mark him as he pleased. between the kisses and nipping being done to his neck, denji had brought up a hand to help stifle his pants and quiet groans. he whines at the wet warmth leaving him, dull pain throbbing from where a fresh marks had been placed. he opens his eyes to look at yoshida admiring him from above, a question of more making his head nod in agreement. denji's arms find their way up and around yoshida's neck to hold him in place, or come back; his question causing the other to tilt his head in confusion this time.

“what i do to ya? no,” he answers truthfully, but all the same his eagerness to seek touch and affection has him leaning into yoshida's touch, and keening softly. his focus returns to yoshida's face, and for a moment denji fears he's going to be devoured whole by something. instead of that fear making him want to run away, it simmers heavy in his lower belly; hot and bubbling with anxiousness. what kind of face must he be making for yoshida to look at him like that, denji wonders to himself; arms pulling yoshida a little closer. “you can show me if ya want.”

THE MANY FACES OF DENJI COULD BE HUNG UP IN A GALLERY FOR HIS VIEW PLEASURE ALONE. yoshida would treasure them & study each of their meanings like he were an art critic. although he supposes he would rather it be his private collection instead. a thumb brushes against the flush of his cheeks, the way he slowly tries to regain some semblance of composure. it's adorable to yoshida & he wishes denji could see him the way he does. yoshida finds denji the picture of boyishly cute but the edges of him are rougher than most. the purple haired male decides he would capture this moment so that he could cherish him, get to know him further than the confines of a friendship. he desires to be with denji more than that, but he knows that the blonde isn't ready. so he wouldn't pressure him but instead let him come to yoshida instead. it didn't mean he couldn't have fun while waiting for his answer.

the height of denji's pleasure mixed with the way his body reacts is something honest. there is something charming about the way that denji is unapologetically himself. he knows & understands that most of his habits would turn anyone off. but yoshida knows that deep down he's just a boy who yearns for the comfort of someone smiling at him with the intensity of long time lover's gaze. yoshida doesn't want to be alone either, he had thought he did until denji. instead he topples him down, a building set to be demolished & have a new foundation built. it makes denji incredibly human, a boy with needs like all the people on this earth. perhaps it brings him closer to that too.

there's a sultry smile along his lips once he hears denji's words. ❛ i think that would be something you can experience by touch. touch me if you like.❜ he leans down, ensnared by the vines of denji's arms. he presses another kiss but this time along his jaw, his grip along his chin this time so that he knows that he would leave his kisses with the suddenness of goosebumps. yoshida wants to encourage denji's own exploration of what he might like, the things that get him riled up, & the things that turn him on. it wouldn't be fun if he spelled it out for him. this was a different type of tutoring session, but one that he wishes to remain private. ❛ i'm all yours.❜ he murmurs before capturing him in another kiss.

this kiss is slow, it is molasses with the intention to drizzle out every wanton need from the boy he likes. yoshida wants him to feel dizzy, head spinning enough to question his center of gravity. his mouth is hot & needy because he needs him more than anything & more than he'd admit with words. his kisses are feather light as they brush against the plushness of denji's lips & he parts his mouth open to slip his tongue in. this a type of kiss that consumes both the consumer & it's giver. a searing need for denji to know exactly what he does to him with such little time in between. he is used to the countless confessions from other girls on roof tops, in front of the cherry blossom trees, but this is a confession of his own & he prays that they die on heated lips. a soft groan erupts before he lets himself get lost in everything that denji can offer him.

denji waits for a burst of laughter that never comes. he doesn't know if he's supposed to feel more at ease or not, but it's yoshida — his boyfriend, his brain supplies helpfully. denji lets yoshida's hand hold his, watching as he circled around him. is it to get a better look at the outfit? his mouth opens and shuts, unhelpful noises crawling out his throat as yoshida calls him cute. he must look awfully pathetic as well if he looks on the verge of tears; but cute? yoshida thinks he looks cute dressed like this? not weird?

denji, lowers his head more as he sees yoshida kneel down. his hand is still encased in the others while he's dressed like a prince. was this intentional; denji would make some comment about how cheesy this looks had it been any other person. he nods his head, muttering the last names of two students in his class. they're a part of miri's group of friends who he is used to pestering him in class, but something seems to have occurred lately where their pranks went from throwing trash at his head and desk to this. he could deal with whatever though.

denji nods to yoshida's comment. there's a gentle squeeze that accompanies their joining of hands. his words are soft and pleading, denji's weakness, willing the blond to lower his guard for the only person outside of his family to treat him with care. denji looks at yoshida, takes him all in finally. his bottom lip worries between his teeth, face growing hotter under the stare. “ ugh, this is so... what even do you find cute about me wearin' a dress?” his free hand tugs lightly at the skirt piece lightly.

THE BOY HE LIKES IS UPSET, SO HE'S UPSET NATURALLY. the grip that denji has on yoshida when it comes to caring for the other is the intense hold of super glue. he watches as his boyfriend starts to blush, a little of his usual personality peeking through. yoshida is trying his best not to let the irritation settle like fine lines so instead he decides he'll smile, but for denji it would be different. his class would witness a far scarier yoshida that most don't experience on a regular basis. he makes note of the names that denji utters & can surmise that it's due to miri's affection towards yoshida himself.

this time his hand reaches for his face, cupping it gently like denji should be cradled & protected. most people don't understand human natures, but it's also for that sake that yoshida tends to stay away from getting close to anyone. people tend to take advantage of others in the worst way. though it is tempting to kiss his boyfriend he settles for a kiss on the forehead & then wraps his arms around him. if they were in the cafe he would make some teasing comment about how the school's prince ran away & fell in love with his maid. he just wants to show denji there's more ways to be intimate.

❛ i'm attracted to you that's why i like you in it. among other things.❜ he wishes not to elaborate but the idea of doing something with denji in an outfit like that has him intrigued. yoshida takes the moment to bury his face in the crook of denji's neck, the maid outfit doesn't hide much so he closes his eyes for a moment. ❛ let's stay like this for a moment. then i'll go try and find your clothes. ❜ yoshida mostly has a neutral opinion of miri, someone whom he thought he shared some interests with, but he would not allow denji to get caught in the cross hairs of someone's affection for him. the only way it would stop is if he rejects the other, but he would & could do it in the most cruel way.

❛ are we still on for later? after the play, i mean. i wanted to walk around with you and enjoy today. ❜

the gentle chastising makes denji feel a little bad he isn't being honest with his boyfriend, but it does little to persuade him otherwise to come out. he did feel his stomach twist awkwardly at the thought of yoshida seeing him like... like this. he wasn't sure what to think of what his boyfriend would think; too much thinking was hurting his brain, and all he could do was groan in frustration. it makes him feel better that yoshida clarifies that he wouldn't laugh at him though.

seeing his silhouette on the other side of the frame, imploring with denji softly to open up, and that he's in costume and spent time looking for him made denji's own curiosity grow. he was curious to see yoshida's outfit, internally weighing if it were more embarrassing for him to be seen like this, or if he wanted to see his boyfriend in his outfit more. in the end, his curiosity wins out; grunting softly as he gets up and pads towards the door. his hands hesitate above the lock for a moment, then a soft click sounds, and the door is opened for a brief moment. denji's hand reaches for yoshida quickly to pull him inside and lock the door back.

natural sunlight reveals to yoshida the reason for denji's state of embarrassment. he is a boy, so naturally he would have been wearing the butler attire for his class. instead he is wearing a frumpy maid dress, soft lace decorating the shoulders, hip area and the bottom. denji keeps his eyes away from yoshida's face directly to eye his own costume instead. he isn't sure he wants to see the look on his lovers face while his burns with shame. of course yoshida looks good in his outfit; it was made for him. denji was set up for failure and embarrassment from the get-go.

“i-it looks dumb, right,” denji mutters softly, playing with the fabric of the apron nervously. something like this was made for a cute girl, not denji; no matter how many times yoshida has called him cute, he can't possibly think so in this situation. he'll laugh right? call him an idiot for getting into a situation like this? denji feels regret like a stone in the pit of his belly. “you can laugh. i look stupid in this. i dunno why i put this dumb thing on. i-i mean i had my clothes taken and i c-couldn't walk out there n-naked s-so... i left my phone in the classroom too...,” denji mutters on trying to fill the awkward silence.

HE FEELS THE SUDDEN TOUCH OF HANDS ALONG HIS ARMS PULLING HIM IN, HE'S DEBRIS BEING SUCKED IN BY A VACUUM. surprise settles into his countenance as he wasn't expecting denji to grab for him that quickly. he can already tell it's rather serious until charcoal eyes has the sight of denji in a...different outfit. the fairness of his skin is a stark contrast to the frills & headdress that sits on messy blonde locks. eyes wander downwards to the length of the maid uniform & then he returns his gaze onto the embarrassed boy.

the strings that play on his heart are strung as he studies his boyfriend's face. the sketches of red are along his cheeks but he averts yoshida's gaze. he clearly doesn't feel comfortable, nor does he want yoshida to see this. however, he reaches out instead, a lighthouse rotating around it's promontory stance incase someone needed help. ❛ no, i think you look cute. i just don't like that you look like you're about to cry.❜ this time yoshida draws closer before he kneels down, deciding to go down on his level. ❛ any ideas on who could have taken your clothes?❜ if not, he knows he could play detective & single out the malicious students.

there's a smile that hides his irritation & seeing his boyfriend clearly upset. ❛ that's why you aren't answering. ❜ he makes a passing comment before reaching for his hand. his voice is softer, a lullaby to soothe denji's imaginary wounds, his fears from the bullying his peers subject him too. yoshida could suspect it's jealousy but also the idea that they think denji is an easy target. it's not something he stands for & that also adds to the fact that he is the student body vice president. if there was any power he'd wield, it'd be this aside from his favorable popularity among both girls & boys. ❛ can you look at me? please. ❜

today sucks, denji thought to himself bitterly, hugging his knees as he sits on the floor of the classroom. honestly he had wanted to skip out on doing anything for their school's festival as he had last year, but with yoshida playing the prince in his class school play, his boyfriend had insisted he come and at least watch. aki somehow roped him into participating in his class's activities as well, which is probably how he'd gotten into this scenario to begin with. he knew he wasn't the most well liked in the class, but seriously, who is childish enough to force him to wear something as embarrassing as this and steal his clothes too? denji kisses his teeth in frustration, muttering curses under his breath until he hears a gentle tug at the door.

oddly his body becomes hot when he hears yoshida on the other side. the door is locked, so unless he knew how to pick locks, there's no way he's getting in. still, denji feels a need to hide from the other, traumatized from his other peers being so rude and mean to him just a while ago. “y-yoshida?” denji calls out while he pauses, only to have it confirmed seconds later. he frowns a little, because he would love to see his boyfriend right now, but denji's current situation is too embarrassing to show anyone.

“s-sorry, i uhm....,” quick denji come up with a lie, his brain supplies unhelpfully as his mouth muttered on something. “i g-got a stomach bug right now. i-i... you know... c-can't have ya sick before ya start performin'. i-i'll see ya out there after i find somethin' else to wear instead of this stupid thing...” did that sound convincing enough? denji sure hopes so, but deep down he knows yoshida knows him better than he even knows himself, so denji curls in on himself a little more.

“i look stupid right now. c-can you get me a change of clothes?”

A SMILE GRACES HIS LIPS AS HE HEARS THE SOUND OF HIS BOYFRIEND ON THE OTHER SIDE. he's curious why the door is locked, but he waits for any other elaboration from the blonde. ❛ we're both not very good liars when it comes to each other. ❜ he can hear the way denji stammers trying to come up with an answer like he's on a quiz show. he know denji's appetite is voracious, eating everything like he's been in the dessert for a few days. ❛ can you open up? i promise whatever your classmates did to you, i won't laugh. ❜ yoshida's annoyance at his classmates is ignited, a light turned on in a home that wasn't occupied until now. he knows the pull that he has with the whole student body & most people aren't willing to incur his wrath socially.

he rests his hand on the door handle keeping it steadying & hoping that the other would open up. yoshida would like to think he's seen the different sides of denji, a pair of dye rolling to see what luck would bring. maybe he hasn't fully seen all of the blonde, but he would accept him with open arms. he would be the fuzzy blanket that keeps someone warm during a cold night. the purple haired boy lets out a sigh. ❛ i walked in my costume to find you, i thought it would be fun. ❜

there were numerous gawkers in denji's class, eyeing him for a brief moment like he stepped out of set. he's an actor, yoshida puts on many faces for the institution around him whether it be the student body vice president, the school idol that they fawn over, or even the mysterious transfer student. yoshida feels most at ease around the other boy considering they're dating each other & the simple fact of the matter is he'd let his guard down. the bunker walls even though they are reinforced offer protection & he's willing to protect denji from outside forces that might hurt him. yoshida could care less about popularity but he knows it would be talked about. ❛ i can grab you a change of clothes, but am i allowed to look at you first?❜

denji feels yoshida's rigid body slacken with relief when he says that he will stay. did he really want denji to stay that badly? even with fever clouding his eyes, and warming his face, denji could see that the reassurance alleviated whatever worried him prior. his peripherals stay privy to the serene mood cast over yoshida as he passes on the message of his whereabouts to aki. needless to say, denji has been ensnared by this new discovery in their relationship, curious to explore it and yoshida to the fullest and unwilling to hold yoshida back from it.

words are a weapon denji is used to taking hits from. often times the girls of their school would use harsh words to attempt to hurt him, and sometimes they did, but most times they rolled off his back like nothing. however it does something to him when something nice is directed instead; yoshida being glad he stays makes his chest squeeze a little. his head cants into the hand on his face, eager to bask in his touch as much as yoshida wishes to touch him.

although he knows that yoshida wants him in bed with him, he still doesn't expect the way in which he hastily takes it into action. once again being pulled and maneuvered on top. denji is looking down on yoshida and... he is self conscious suddenly. his fist tighten against the other's shirt, and he becomes wildly aware of warm hands settling on his hips as well. he makes a small noise as he buries his face for a moment to gather his wits. right, he is supposed to be taking care of yoshida first and foremost. he lifts his head up so his chin is resting ontop of him. “yea we can. gimmie a sec,” he muses, reaching over to the box of unused ones sitting on his night stand.

its during this that an odd noise reaches denji's ears before the feeling even gets to him. a free hand darts to his stomach, as if to muffle its sounds. he'd forgotten to eat prior to studying and falling asleep, how dumb of him. he looks down to yoshida, “i'll eat something after you've gone to sleep,” he murmurs, embarrassed and in a hurry. he is also still in his school uniform, which he doesn't want to sleep in either. perhaps he could get a quick shower in too before they settle in for the rest of the evening together.

THERE'S A LIGHT CHUCKLE THROUGH THE HAZINESS OF SICKNESS THAT COMES FROM HIS LIPS. he's a boy that is far more amused from observing & denji's facial expressions were often a prize itself. the ball of denji's hand is against his chest as he brings another hand on the map of his back. his breathing is a labor of his restless body brought on by whatever is running him ragged. yoshida wishes to can these moments & fill it with preservatives so that they may last. the other jar has already gone past expiration, but he's willing to make it up to denji in any way. the darker haired male just gives him a silent nod as he waits for the other to switch the compress that sticks comfortably on him.

he is privy to the many noises denji makes from his mouth & his stomach. it would be surprising to most who don't know the blonde, but yoshida isn't like that. he's not a stranger anymore trying to solicit the idea of what they might be like. charcoal oculars view him through a lidded gaze trailing further. he knows he needs to do his best to get better, so he can start making sense & stop sharing the chinks in his armor. despite that, he tends to be stubborn especially with what he wants. ❛ can't you stay here? you can eat and watch me rest. nothing to be embarrassed about.❜ despite everything, he does his best to look out for the other.

yoshida knows all to well what it means to be the overlooked sign coming with a caution. ❛ i've seen quite a lot of sides to you denji-kun, are you that shy?❜ he does his best to joke a little to ease denji's worry about his condition. there might have been some of improvement, but it doesn't clear him of the constant sauna his body is pulling him in. he can't imagine he's comfortable to the other considering the occasional cold sweats that chill his back.

❛ if not perhaps nervous with someone like me, huh? ❜ yoshida still wants the other to make his own decision, draw his own conclusion before he tries to do any sweeping off his feet. his fingers thrum along the spine of his back, moving in a peaceful ease as he hopes denji would finally look at him. ❛ i don't mind if we cuddle later, but can i see your face? i bet you look cute. ❜

#fiendmuse ⋅ independent, private, mutually selective, dash only multi-muse blog for the characters of tatsuki fujimoto's chainsaw man featuring denji, aki hayakawa, makima & more. this blog is subject to be canon divergent, non-spoiler free, oc & au friendly. trigger warnings for graphic depictions of violence, blood, disturbing images, psychological harm & horror-esque themes. non-rp blogs & minors dni. written by rubii (they/21+) est. 4/15

each new fact denji acquires about yoshida makes him wonder why he's most often spotted by his lonesome outside of the student council or when his fanclub isn't crowding his space. it would take a blind person to be unaware of who he is; yoshida remained a person who wanted to be purposefully untouched despite his popularity. denji wonders why; if he looked half as good as yoshida did, maybe he could get some dates and he would never reject half the letters he gotten from the female population of the school. he would have a new girl on his arm every week, grades be damned. it makes denji a little envious to say the least, but he keeps that tucked deep, deep down within himself.

his brows quirk curiously, “ya jus' got money ta blow like that on eatin' out?” he wasn't that curious, but since their school discourages kids from having real jobs, denji finds himself doing odd bits for scraps of coin and cash to spend on the gacha machines outside of shops. to his next question, denji's head shakes. “we have a little sister we adopted recently too. 'er name's nayuta,” he replies, a bit of a smile on his face. he felt close to both aki and power of course, but there's something about his connection with nayuta that is a little bit more special. the way she looks up to him means everything to him, somehow.

yoshida's words spark a bit of something in him, but not enough to ignite anything serious. he doesn't consider school to be his path at all, not wanting to struggle with it for another four or so years for a degree. he doesn't have any passion in the area. as for doing anything good, well... he has no leads there either. yoshida seems to have life all planned out, making denji pout a little bit. “must be nice to know what ya wanna do in life. i dunno what i'mma do once i'm really an adult, coz i don't wanna bother aki forever. i think he might get sick o' me,” he laughs a little bitterly.

an absent nod meets the sentence at first, “parents, eh? that sounds nice too. i've only lived with aki 'n powy for six 'n five years after i was adopted by ms. makima. howzit like havin' parents,” denji asks, gaze curious. he's not ashamed to speak of where he came from, although his time in the foster system and before is muddled with memories his brain doesn't want to remember.

NO FRIENDS ARE HIS PREFERENCE, BUT HE DOESN'T EXPECT THE CURIOSITY FROM DENJI. the two of them were having a small conversation, so he can divulge some details. yoshida is particular about the narrative surrounding him & the appeal that he gives off within the school. to a degree, yes he cares about his reputation but only in the sense that he would rather appear like an octopus. he's ready to retreat when the situation is out of his own control or when he knows he's met his match. he's aware of denji's teenage desires considering he wants the typical experience that involves getting a girlfriend. he has no concern for that, in fact he finds it to be too distracting.

there's a shake of his head considering he wouldn't hide the fact either. ❛ i'm rich. most people at school kind of talk about it. mostly my fan club. it doesn't matter to me, but in a way, i do have a sheltered life. ❜ this time he takes the moment to scratch his head as he leads denji towards the right. he listens in on denji's family situation, it was interesting & a lovely gesture knowing that someone was giving orphans a home. ❛ there's no rush to figuring these things out, but i'd like to help you graduate. a personal want of mine.❜ he feels the implications of denji's last phrase, almost like he's taken a bite of bitter chocolate himself.

❛ aki-senpai could never get sick of you. he's doing all of this to ensure you get your highschool education. i'm sure think highly of you despite everything. what older brother wouldn't want their younger brother to suceed?❜ there's the softer indication of a smile, a genuine smile on yoshida's face. he knows he might have overstepped his boundary between tutor & student, but it didn't sit right to see denji bring himself down like that. it was something to bookmark considering their conversation about his current way of learning things.

there's a part of yoshida that goes rigid considering his parents are more of a sore subject for him. the dark haired male makes no mention of them except they often travel leaving him alone in a larger home than most people don't know what to do with. ❛ i have a step-mother and a father. they are usually busy people since they travel a lot. they're business people.❜ it should suffice for an answer & hopefully denji doesn't decide to dig deeper than what he's already provided. the truth is, yoshida has a vague understanding of what having parents are like. to him they were just the title of two people who come & go like a revolving door. ❛ turn the next corner and we'll be there.❜

to his question, there's a nod. in fact this was the first time all three of them brought someone to come visit their vacation home, and the first time they've travelled here alone. good on aki to get his driver's license, as he was the main one who wished to travel here for nayuta to experience the beach as well. being far younger than the rest of her siblings, all three wanted to do their best to spoil and love her before getting on with their lives, although aki had already assumed he would be taking the young girl to live with him during and after college. denji lets out a small sigh, dismissing thoughts of that future for the now, to which he directed a pointedly disappointed look at yoshida. “don't joke around like that. o' course you're stayin' here.”

denji's bout of silence comes from his thinking about the other piercings yoshida has. right, what goody-two shoes in their right mind would get their ear decorated so lavishly, and their tongue on top of that? the chest shouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities. however that question leaves unanswered, as he hears a small noise coming from yoshida that causes him to look up. amber hues widen at the pink dust spread across yoshida, a familiar look in his eyes tells him he'd crossed a line he's become somewhat familiar with now. quickly, his hands shy away, as if burned by the smoldering look he was being given.

“oh, mkay then. i'll think about it.” he looks at yoshida's piercing with interest again. he thinks he will have to consider doing something easy if he were to get any body modifications; holding the reigns of his impulses back from giving an immediate yes. as yoshida walks away from him, denji figures he's going to put on another shirt, so he flops back on the bed to enjoy the cool air a bit more. the click of the lock heightens all his senses. he feels like a trapped animal on the bed, unable to move even though he's not physically tied down. yoshida's stare gave more than enough indications as to what may occur for the next few minutes.

the bed dips under both their combined weight, and light a magnet denji's drawn into yoshida's touch carding his hair. it's the simplest maneuver to get denji into the current headspace of allowing yoshida to lavish him; submitting easily to his touch. his eyes flutter close at the call of his name, mouth attached to his already abused neck. he feels his heart flip, his chest heave as he gasps lowly. it's only been a few hours since they were in this very position. the morning preparations halted by moments too long leaving bruising kisses along their skin in yoshida's bed. “yoshida...” denji breathes out, cracking his eyes open to look at the other with a hazy look.

THIS IS SUMMER, HIS WORLD ENCOMPASSED WITH DENJI LIKE THEY FIT IN A SMALL SNOWGLOBE. he would add the bonus of nayuta being brought along to that circumference. the three of them often spent a good amount of time together & he would do his best to dote on her or give her a large & colorful vocabulary filled with insults. yoshida had always wanted to teach her that words could be weapons if properly wielded. however, he wants his focus on the boy before him, a way to make up all the time they spent apart without having to hide his true intentions. yoshida is used to hiding behind shadows & moving in the silence of loneliness & isolation. ❛ you can just say you'll miss me, ❜ mirth spreads across his lips before he keeps the teasing timbre into his voice. he's not serious.

he know sooner or later denji will pick up on the hints that yoshida is more sensitive there. it was for another time for the other to figure it out. yoshida knows they have all summer together. yoshida makes a note of the way denji's cheeks flush at his own reaction, perhaps since yoshida would rather keep his stoic nature. it is hard to break the face of something made out of working clay. ❛ you should.❜ he would be the type of person to encourage it, but he does hope denji earnestly thinks about it.

yoshida is glad they will be undisturbed so that he could lay his affections, spread them like a bird's wings. the way denji reacts to his touch is everything to him, to yoshida it seems to him that denji is a starved beast waiting to be filled. he would do anything to make sure he doesn't go hungry & instead match his own hollowed stomach for him. yoshida's teeth graze lightly against the column of denji's neck before he nips eager to leave another mark in it's wake. the desire to make denji his is truly there, but he knows that he must be patient for the blonde's deliberation with his feelings. denji's hoarse whisper sends waves of desire along his body wishing he could hear more. he would play the boy with the precision of a conductor leading it's musicians.

his kisses are light, helium-filled alternating between another graze of his fangs. he breaks away now wanting to see denji's reaction. ❛ do you want more?❜ a question that the could go a little further, but he knows that reze wouldn't be eyeing him. yoshida has to give it up to her that she's bold, but she was not going to be one winning this race. yoshida is determined to cross that line & be the one who captures denji's heart. nimble fingers highlight the structure of his face as he gives the other a heedy look. ❛ do you know what you do to me denji?❜

denji reaches out for the book, eager to pilfer through laminated pages of ink to settle upon what he would like for a late night snack. while he'd very much indulged and gorged himself on the various foods presented to them at the event, that was a mere three hours ago at this point. having a quick metabolism works well in his favor, denji thinks to himself, glossing over the pages until he settles upon something that sounded interesting. however that's for later, his thoughts of food, cut off by the soft pop of the bottle being opened and poured over two cups for the both of them.

denji is expecting the bitter smell of cheap alcohol to come through as he picks the cup from yoshida's hand. instead is a gentle sweet smell, his curious mind wraps around the manifested taste in his mouth as he sniffs the contents a little more directly before offering his cup to tap lightly against his friend's. he offers a smile, “yeah a good night. i thought this party would suck honestly, but it was a little fun,” he muses, placing his lips to the cup. instead of a sip, he drinks it all at once, face souring at the slight burn mixed with the fruity essence. he coughs, face scrunched in confusion. “tastes a bit different than wha-”

his voice trails off, noticing yoshida had moved in front of him, his hand briefly strokes his hair, and his voice is smooth and direct. this would not be the first time in their moments alone yoshida would do something like this when they're alone. in fact, denji had taken note of a few times yoshida had been rather subtle with touching denji, who took notice of this very quickly. he was about to thank yoshida for helping him out when those smooth cool fingers run along his cheek and suddenly the burn from the alcohol wasn't the only thing he was feeling. amber eyes glance up at him curiously.

he is left with his mouth slightly hung but his question seems to snap him out of his stupor. “uhm,” he looks down at the book because he has to remember all over again, and keep himself calm and his blushing under control. denji points to the menu. “i want the grilled meat and vegetable kebabs,” he offers the closing book back as he says this. he's quiet momentarily, “i ain't expect an event like this ta be fun fer once. i don't normally like goin' to 'em.”

THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE REQUIRED A REFINED PALATE TO RUMINATE ON THOUGHTS OF LUXURY. yoshida is fortunate to have a lifestyle that supports a claim to discerning from decadence & trash. he knows the other didn't have an easier upbringing than himself. instead there were subtle context clues even at this moment with the way excitement finds itself in denji's eyes & countenance. sometimes denji has a habit of doing the unthinkable to yoshida, so he pauses as he watches the boy consume the glass of libations as if he were sipping water. his mouth is slightly agape before his single pointer finger raises up. he feels too late.

while he lets the blonde drink the beverage with the intensity of being dehydrated, yoshida takes his time. he doesn't nearly gulp down as much but he allows himself to feel the pleasantness of sake slithering down his throat. he knows the sweetness would pair well with whatever food they decided to order. ❛ oh? you're with me denji, how could it be boring?❜ he's teasing with the half tone as if denji uttered something blasphemous to him. yoshida understands more than anything, some of these events could be a discarded empty bottle laying on the floor. yoshida finds those one tend to drag more than he desires.❛ i'm assuming this is the first time you're trying sake. what were you expecting?❜

the timbre of yoshida's voice is churned butter as he attempts to bring the coals of their subtle flirtation to light. he would like to see the sparks fly between them & he was ready to create that exact scenario. the violet haired man is aware he's been hiding behind metaphors of his passes between him & denji. the other didn't seem to mind them, so how far would denji be willing to go with him? ❛ you're red. is it cause i'm so close or is the drink making you feel good?❜ he's glad the two of them are in the privacy of his hotel room rather than out in public. he could only imagine what kind of trouble denji would find, it seems to follow him, a stray cat begging for attention or it's way of garnering attention from someone.

❛ are you sure that's all you want?❜ he's hinting at it, throwing his advances the way darts take their shot. this time he draws away to quickly order his & denji's drink. yoshida had settled on the wagyu with chicken rice omelet. it had him curious to say the least. this time he draws away; eager to remove the tension between them. he wonders how much of denji he would see especially since he wasn't nursing any of the drink he had been given. yoshida gives denji a quick nod as he orders for room service. he hangs up once they have his order & his undivided attention is nothing but denji's. ❛ i'm glad you had fun. is it because of the crowd or the fakeness? ❜ there's a small smirk on his lips as he tells denji this. their peers are people run by greed of clout & money. for yoshida all he wants is his name to be out there.

❛ my only question, are you feeling it, denji? ❜ this time he doesn't shy away from touchy advances & instead the intensity of his gaze is nothing more than a magnifying glass.