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The country was quieter.
Everything was more spread out, and harder to get to, but Denji appreciated being able to see the clear sky overhead every day, the brightest blue he’d ever laid eyes on, pure white clouds dotted all over. In the city, there was always some building encroaching upon the view, and the more distance he put between himself and his old life, the less Denji missed it. After everything he’d been through, all of the pain, the suffering, the heartbreak, he’d earned this reprieve. Hell, even if he hadn’t earned it, Denji wanted it, and so he’d slipped his collar, running away from Public Safety to live free.
The small bell above the café door jingled as Denji walked in, just a few minutes before closing. It was late in the afternoon, and the place was empty, save for the sole staff member on the clock, standing behind the counter and re-adjusting the strings on her apron. Even though he knew she’d be here, Denji’s face still lit up as he laid eyes on his fellow runaway, his partner in crime, the girl he’d come to love more than any other. When she saw who’d entered the store, her face flushed, and she offered the teen a wide, enthusiastic smile.
“Good afternoon, sir,” said Reze, her tone teasing and flirty. “Nice to see you again. What would you like to order?”
Denji made a show of pretending to think it over, stroking his chin, making an exaggerated contemplative face, furrowing his brow so much that his eyes nearly shut.
“Hrmmmmmmmm…I think I’m gonna order…forty kisses, please!”
Reze covered her mouth, scandalized by his brazen request.
“U - Unfortunately, sir, we don’t sell kisses here…” she said, shyly looking away. “But…hmmmm…you’re kinda cute…so maybe…”
Leaning over the counter, Reze reached out and pulled Denji to her.
“This one’s on the house.”
She closed the distance, and the two of them enjoyed a warm, soft kiss, Denji clutching Reze’s face with both hands, Reze holding his shoulder, giggling as she tried to pull away and break out of Denji’s grip.
“You got your order, sir!” she protested, trying her hardest to keep up the charade even as Denji began to assault her with kisses all over her face, her forehead, across her nose, her cheeks.
“No way, that was just one! I got thirty-nine more to claim!"
“You’re insatiable!”
“Guilty as charged!”
Reze yelped in delight as Denji fully yanked her over the counter to his side, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close to his chest, continuing to harass her with kisses until she could finally stand no more of it, smushing her hand against his face to break out of his grip, twirling out of reach on her heel.
“You really are my worst customer, you know…” Reze lamented, shaking her head and clicking her tongue as she sauntered over to the front door, leaning against the wall next to it and turning to face Denji. Something shifted in her expression, as she reached over to the door and began to lock it, her half-lidded eyes and crimson cheeks taking on a decidedly different tone.
“But, I think we might be able to work out an alternative order for you.”
Reze flipped the sign on the door from “Open” to “Closed,” and walked back to Denji, taking his hand.
“Let’s see what we’ve got in the back, shall we?”
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“Mmmph…hmnnng…nfff…”
Soft rays of sunlight broke through the window behind Denji, cascading across Reze, her deep black hair glimmering with purple highlights as she passionately sucked his cock, eyes watering as she forced herself to take him all the way down to the hilt, his girth stretching her throat, strings of saliva dripping down from the corners of her mouth onto her lap.
She’d pounced on him basically the moment the door closed - Reze was the last employee on shift at the café, leaving the young lovers free to do as they pleased. It struck Denji as perverse, the way Reze insisted on committing such lewd acts in such a quaint little restaurant, but he couldn’t deny how hot it was to see his girlfriend on her knees in front of him, still wearing her work apron, giving him sloppy, ferocious head the moment she could get her hands on him. He braced himself against the counter behind him, letting his head loll back as he basked in the feeling of being in heaven.
With one hand keeping his shaft steady, Reze reached up to cup Denji’s balls in her other palm, squeezing gently with her fingers, humming with satisfaction as she felt his cock twitch and throb in response to her ministrations. Denji was by no means experienced, with no frame of reference for Reze’s talent, but he was certain that no one else could make him feel as good as this. Reze was a master, and already she’d learned exactly the right spots to hit to maximize his pleasure. He bit his lip to try and keep quiet, too embarrassed to let out the low moans he’d felt rumbling in his throat, choosing instead to look down and focus on Reze as her head bobbed back and forth.
Her choker strained against her neck every time she took him down her throat, the small ring attached to the right side quietly jingling with each movement, mesmerizing Denji. He was more than a little ashamed to admit that, more than once, he’d imagined Reze pulling the pin while they fucked, pulling his cord to bring out the chainsaw, two monsters consuming one another, giving in to their base instincts. Would it be hot, or would it just be weird? Frankly, he was too much of a wuss to find out.
Reze pulled back off Denji’s cock to catch her breath, pressing her cheek against his thigh as she idly stroked his shaft to keep him aroused. She peered up at him with those vibrant green eyes, her face bright red and slick with sweat and saliva, a mischievous smile teasing at the corners of her mouth as she watched Denji react to her ministrations, his eyes half-lidded, chest heaving, his hips rocking forward a little to meet her hand halfway with each stroke.
“You’re so cute,” she said, giggling. Reze dragged her nails along the bottom of Denji’s shaft, sending an involuntary shudder of pleasure down his legs, his eyes rolling back a little as she reached his tip, circling her index finger along its edge before tightly gripping him again and diving in for another round of oral. She was more deliberate this time, pacing herself, stuffing his tip against the inside of her cheek and popping it out the corner of her mouth, planting wet kisses down and back up the shaft, wrapping her lips tightly around his tip and lashing him with her tongue. Her hands wandered around his thighs, reaching behind to grab his ass, her nails digging into his flesh as she held him in place, holding onto Denji for dear life. She’d made a mess of herself, stray strands of her hair sticking to her cheeks, her spit mixing with his precum, smearing all over her face, and yet, she’d never looked more gorgeous to him than she did right now, slobbering on his cock in the afternoon sun.
Reze’s relentless work on Denji began to pay off in earnest, as he felt the pressure growing in his crotch, building at the base of his cock. His breathing grew more ragged, escaping his lips in shuddering, uneven gasps. Denji was putty in Reze’s hands, entirely at her mercy as she assumed complete control of his pleasure, forcing herself down on his cock, taking the entirety of his impressive length in one shot, her throat constricting and massaging his girth, straining against her own physical limits. She pulled back again, gasping for air, then crouched down and hungrily took Denji’s balls in her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing across them, exerting just enough pressure for him to really feel it, spots filling Denji’s vision as he shuddered from the intensity of the feeling.
Wrapping his cock in her tight grip, Reze stroked Denji with a frantic intensity, acutely aware that he was on the verge of blowing his load. She pressed his tip against her forehead, her tongue lolling out as she hungrily awaited her reward, her free hand returning to caressing his balls to coax him over the edge even faster.
“Denji…” Reze moaned, sticking her tongue out. “Aren’t you going to feed me? Come on, give it to me already!”
“Reze…” Denji choked out, his hands gripping the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was right there, teetering on the edge, and he kept his eyes focused on Reze, gritting his teeth from the intense pleasure.
“Denjiiiiiii,” Reze whined. “I need it. Shoot it all over me. I look prettier when I’m covered in your cum, don’t I?”
“Reze -“
“You want to see it, riiiight? You want to shoot your nasty load all over my face, right? Right?”
“Reze - !!!”
“Cum for me, Denji! Cum!”
“Urk!”
Denji’s legs nearly gave out as he granted Reze’s wish, his cum erupting out in long, thick ropes, streaking all over Reze’s face, coating her from the crown of her head down to her chin, bestowing a simply inhuman amount of semen on the girl. Much of it landed in her wide open mouth, and she groaned in raw satisfaction as the taste hit her tongue, greedily lapping up her reward. She pumped his cock throughout the entirety of his orgasm, the last vestiges of it splattering onto her apron and lap below, leaving Denji light-headed, bracing himself against the counter to stay upright.
“Holy shit…” Denji gasped, sweat dripping off his face, his chest heaving as he recovered from Reze’s onslaught. She stood up, wiping some of Denji’s cum from her face so that she could open her eyes again, and reached for his face with her other hand, rubbing her thumb across his cheek. He leaned into the feeling, sighing contentedly, letting his guard down just long enough for Reze to sneak her thumb into his mouth and yank his jaw open. Before Denji could react, she shoved her cum-covered fingers in, laughing heartily as he recoiled from the sharpness of his own taste, his face puckering.
“Ewwww! Reze, what the hell?”
“What, can’t stand your own product?” Reze teased, licking her lips. “I happen to think it’s perfect.”
“Sheesh…”
Denji wiped his brow with the back of his hand, reaching down to button himself back up. As he did so, however, Reze grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“What do you think you’re doing, mister?”
Denji blinked, confused. “Huh?”
Reze stepped back, undoing her apron and tossing it aside, revealing in full the white, frilly sun dress she had on underneath. The lusty expression from before returned, as her face flushed again, Denji’s cum drying on her face and in her hair, and she reached down, pinching the hem of her dress between her fingers.
“You don’t really think that a little blowjob is enough to satisfy me, do you…?”
Lifting her dress, Reze revealed to Denji her soaking wet pussy, her juices dripping down and sticking to her thighs. Denji’s eyes widened at the sight, arousal already beginning to revive his erection. She beckoned him toward her, and Denji obeyed - after just one step, however, Reze swiftly knocked him to the floor, placing one foot on his chest to hold him down as she removed her dress, tossing it aside.
“My turn,” Reze declared, leering down at Denji, who was certain he’d never been more aroused by her than he was right here, right now. Straddling his head, Reze carefully crouched down and knelt over Denji’s face, eyeing him hungrily as she reached down to tease her clit, biting her lip. Slowly, she closed the gap between them until her pussy pressed against Denji’s mouth, moaning with pleasure the moment she made contact. Lacing her fingers through his hair, Reze began to slowly grind her crotch against Denji’s face, shifting to a kneeling position for better leverage as he took what she wanted from him.
Denji, to his credit, got right to work, flicking out his tongue to tease Reze’s entrance, tracing her modest inner labia, relishing the feeling of her puffy pussy pressing against him. Reze kept herself fairly well-groomed, her pubic hair neatly trimmed, her juices sweet and tangy on his tongue as he enthusiastically ate her out. Her thighs framed his face, and he held tightly onto them, his fingers greedily squeezing the soft, springy flesh. He was more than happy to return the favor for her - there was no better place for him to be than under Reze, between her legs, servicing her. If he could, he would stay here forever.
“Oh God, you’re so good at this…” Reze whimpered, panting as she excitedly humped Denji’s face in time with his ministrations, relishing the feeling of his tongue and mouth all over her pussy, clutching at her chest with her other hand. Denji shifted his focus from her entrance to her clit, pulling her back a little for easier access, taking the pink bud in his mouth, flicking across it with the tip of his tongue, encouraged by Reze’s increasingly frantic moans that he was hitting the right spots for her. She tightened her grip on his hair, indelicately mashing her crotch against his face, grinding her pubes across the bridge of his nose, losing herself in the pleasure.
“Haaaaah…haaaah…Denji, don’t - don’t stop, fuck…please don’t stop…ahhhhnnnn…”
Reze hunched over, bracing herself on one arm, struggling to maintain her balance in the wake of Denji’s work on her. Her hips bucked against his face involuntarily, her legs shuddering, toes curling, losing any sense of rhythm or finesse. Denji, sensing that Reze was on the verge of her own orgasm, redoubled his efforts, grazing his sharp, pointed teeth lightly against her clit, sending shockwaves up her spine, coaxing out her loudest, lewdest moans yet. He flattened his tongue against her pussy, teasing her entrance with the tip, licking his way back to her clit, working over every part of her his mouth could reach.
“Aaahn…aaaaaahhhh…Denji! Denji! Denji! DENJI!”
Reze’s voice escalated into a wail as she came, mashing her groin down on Denji’s face so hard that she nearly bounced his head off the floor, her juices squirting into his mouth and across his face, leaving him utterly drenched. She nearly convulsed as the raw pleasure coursed through her, and the intensity of her orgasm caused her to collapse, shuddering and twitching on top of Denji as she rode the wave to completion.
Carefully, Denji shifted Reze off of his face, licking his lips to take in more of her taste, sidling up next to her as she recovered, her forearm draped over her eyes. He could see that his cum had almost completely dried on her face, crusting in her hair, and he wondered, idly, how long it would take for all of it to properly wash out when they were done.
Reaching out, Reze searched for Denji’s hand, squeezing it tightly when he offered it to her, still struggling to breathe evenly. Shifting onto her side, Reze brought his hand to her mouth, taking his index and middle fingers in, coating them with her saliva, lazily running her tongue along them, grazing her teeth along the skin.
“Denjiiii…” Reze purred, eyeing him with renewed hunger. She glanced down at his rock-hard cock, smiling with lewd satisfaction.
“Are you ready for the main course?”
Sitting up, Denji gave Reze his answer in the form of a greedy, sloppy kiss, stuffing his tongue inelegantly into her mouth, battling with her when she pushed back with her own. They pulled away from each other, panting, and Reze turned around, positioning herself on hands and knees, presenting her ass to Denji and wiggling her hips.
“Come and get it, puppy boy.”
Her simple invitation was all the prompting Denji needed, as he scrambled over to her, latching onto her hip with one hand and clumsily guiding his cock to her entrance with the other. In his haste, he missed a few times, slipping down the first time, up the second time, and pressing just a little too much against her anus the third time, eliciting a teasing warning from Reze. Finally, he managed to line his hips up right, and wasted no time taking his prize, bottoming out in Reze’s pussy on the first thrust, his hips smacking harshly against hers, nearly knocking her over.
“Unghhhhh, fuck…!” Reze cried, her eyes rolling back a little as Denji began to fuck her, thrusting quickly and carelessly, with little consideration for rhythm or finesse. Neither of those were his strong suits, anyway, and he knew that what Reze wanted more than anything right now was for him to simply ream her until they both were satisfied, to fuck her senseless, to mash her into submission against the cold tile floor. Reze and Denji loved each other, and they knew no truer expression of that love than to fuck like animals, in the back room of a café in the country.
They expressed that love for what seemed like hours, days, months, eternity. Denji hunched over Reze, harshly groping her breasts as he fucked her from behind, pinching her nipples between his fingers, teasing and flicking them, basking in the strangled moans and whimpers Reze gave him in response to his work on her. He reached between her legs to rub her clit, planted kisses all over the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach from this position. Denji snuck two fingers under her choker, pulling her back up by it, feeling her pussy constrict around his cock in response. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding onto her for dear life as he pounded her ass, fucking her straight into the floor, straddling her backside.
“Turn over, turn over,” Reze choked out, and they changed positions, Reze lying on her back and wrapping her legs around Denji’s waist to keep him from escaping as he plunged back into her. Their teeth clacked together as they struggled to kiss through the intensity of his thrusting, drawing blood from their lips as Denji’s sharp incisors cut across them. Iron and saliva almost made for an aphrodisiac for the two of them, as Reze chomped down on Denji’s lower lip, her eyes wide and nearly manic, the most radiant emerald he’d ever seen. He could lose himself forever in Reze’s gaze; he never wanted her to look anywhere else.
The pair struggled to a standing position, Denji pinning Reze against the wall as he returned to fucking her from behind. Reze trapped him in a headlock, whispering lewdness into his ear, all the things she wanted him to do to her, every fantasy she had for the two of them, and Denji intended to comply with her every wish, her every command. What he also wanted, however, was to use Reze’s body in selfish ways - he wanted to fuck every part of her, mark her as his, make certain that no one could ever take her away.
Denji squeezed his cock between her soft thighs, whimpering as he fucked the makeshift hole between them. He pushed Reze down to her knees, pressing the head of his cock against her armpit, eliciting an exasperated giggle from her as she pinned it between her bicep and her side. He rutted against her modest chest, squeezing her tits around his cock as much as he could manage, then shifted his focus back to her mouth, tugging open Reze’s jaw to fit himself inside, groaning with pleasure as he felt her throat constrict around him. He wrapped a lock of her hair around his shaft and jerked himself off with it, ignoring Reze’s embarrassed protests, then picked her back up and bent her over the counter to return to her pussy, spreading her open, taking greedy handfuls of her ass.
As he attempted to re-enter her, however, Reze bucked back against his hips, knocking Denji down so that she could ride him at her own pace, the wet smacking of sweaty skin on skin echoing through the room as she impaled herself on his cock over and over. She turned the tables on him, pinching and teasing his nipples, leaving dark hickeys and love bites all over his neck and shoulders, biting so hard that she drew blood.
Holding him down as she ground her pelvis against his, Reze’s hand wandered down to the ripcord in Denji’s chest, her other hand reaching up to the pin in her neck. Eyes widening as he realized what she was doing, Denji tried to will himself to stop her, but all he could muster was a gulp as he screwed his eyes shut in anticipation, only cracking one open again when he felt the ripcord drop back onto his chest, accompanied by Reze’s innocent giggle.
“Just kidding,” she said. Denji, growling, repaid Reze for the prank by flipping their positions again, making her pay by fucking her as hard as he could manage, slamming his hips against hers in harsh, uncontrolled thrusts, taking in Reze’s strained wails of pleasure with smug satisfaction.
“How’s - hrk - how’s that, h - huh?” Denji gloated, hunching over Reze to increase his pace and further punish Reze’s inflamed, swollen pussy. He could tell that he was entering the final stretch, the pressure building in his cock, his balls swelling in anticipation. Staring down at his lover, seeing the desperate hunger in her eyes, Denji was overcome with the instinct to breed her, and he held tightly onto her hips to fulfill that desire, making sure she had nowhere to escape.
“God, God, oh my - fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Reze screamed, holding desperately onto Denji as she was overcome with another orgasm, her back arching off the floor, eyes rolling back, her pussy clamping down so hard on his cock that it felt as though she was trying to milk him. His vision grew spotty, his breath hitched in his throat, his entire body tensed up, ready to blow.
“Reze - !!!”
With one final set of thrusts, Denji cascaded over the edge, a torrent of cum firing into Reze’s womb as he bottomed out in her, rope after rope of white-hot seed, each subsequent thrust accompanied with another shot. The volume was too much for Reze’s pussy to handle, Denji’s cum overflowing out of her, spilling onto the floor underneath them, smearing across her thighs, splashing against Denji’s abdomen. She drained him dry, squeezing every last drop out of his balls, clamping down on him until there was nothing left, leaving him to collapse on top of her when the orgasm finally subsided, the two of them tangled in each other in a pool of sweat and semen.
After a few minutes, once he was finally able to find the strength to move, Denji carefully rolled off of Reze, flopping down onto the cold tile next to her, staring dimly up at the ceiling as his brain rebooted. She curled up next to him, wincing as more of his excess cum escaped her pussy, resting her head on his chest, and Denji reached down to idly stroke her hair, basking together in the afterglow.
The fatigue began to set in, Denji’s eyelids growing too heavy for him to hold open.
“Denji…”
All they needed was each other. Just Denji and Reze.
“...Denji…”
He could stay like this forever.
“...Denji…”
Forever.
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“…Denji.”
Denji’s eyes fluttered open, and Makima filled his vision, looming over him, smiling.
“There you are, sleepyhead,” she cooed, stroking his hair. “You truly must have been exhausted.”
Groggily, his mind still trapped in the fog of sleep, Denji pushed himself up to a sitting position. He was in Makima’s apartment, seated next to her on the couch. It was all coming back to him now - he’d come over after going out on a nighttime patrol, fighting a devil that none of the private sector hunters seemed willing to engage, and the effort left him feeling wiped out. He’d already made the promise to visit Makima, however, and tried his best to keep his word. That he’d passed out immediately embarrassed him, but at least he’d made it there.
“Did you have a nice dream?” Makima asked, her tone innocent even though the question seemed pointed. Denji furrowed his brow, gulping as he remembered the specifics, acutely aware of the wet spot in his boxers, and he tried to deflect.
“I - I don’t remember, heh,” he stuttered, beads of sweat beginning to roll down his face. “I guess so, maybe? I don’t know.”
Makima leaned towards him, her golden eyes seeming to gleam in the soft light of her apartment.
“I hope you weren’t thinking of other girls, Denji,” she said, tilting her head to the side a little and brushing her bangs out of her face. “You know you’re only allowed to have eyes for one.”
Denji couldn’t look Makima in the eye, searching for something, anything else he could fixate on instead. His gaze landed on the dining room table, adorned with a bouquet in the center.
Ah, he thought. He remembered now. The flowers. He’d seen them, coming in.
Just like the one he’d given her.
“Denji?”
Makima took hold of his chin, turning him to face her.
“You didn’t answer me.”
Denji balled up his fists in his lap, his jaw tightening. He knew the answer, both the right one for Makima and the one he believed in his heart.
“You come first.”
Makima smiled, her eyes crinkling a little. She placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently.
“Good boy.”