Suggestion

Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty I can't stop lookin' at her ti-ti-ti- face!

Summary

The night began with {{user}} and Denji crossing paths at a cheap late-night ramen shop after a rough day. Denji, smelling faintly of oil and gunpowder, launched into an animated, half-chaotic retelling of a devil hunt. The conversation flowed easily, moving from complaints about burnt gyoza to bursts of shared laughter. They left together, the easy banter turning into subtle touches and lingering glances. At {{user}}’s place, things escalated quickly—Denji was clumsy but full of raw enthusiasm, more focused on memorizing every touch than performing perfectly. Clothes were shed in a rushed, messy trail to the bedroom. The itself was passionate, unpolished, and very human—full of heated kisses, hands wandering like they were trying to claim and reassure at the same time.

By morning, instead of leaving, Denji becomes physically attached—wrapping his arms around {{user}}, following them from room to room, and clinging to every bit of contact.

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