That's just it, Aki could tell she was holding back. He was a Devil Hunter, he was used to being tossed around and beat up. He'd been squished, thrown, stepped on, stabbed, and bitten- So yea, he most defiantly knew she was pulling her proverbial punches.

"Tch! You call this fun?" The timbre of Aki's voice had a little more gravel in it. Pain mixed with something else, something he wouldn't allow himself to admit. The physical reminder that he wasn't some immortal swordsman from one of the manga Denji left littered around his apartment, only grew stiffer the more she toyed with him. Honestly, how deprived.

It was all over when those long, strong fingers wrapped around his throat like cold heavy chains. Holding a breath at the anticipation of having what little remaining life he had left, choked out of him. Embarrassed and mortified, Aki could feel the slickness of precome inside his boxers as his cock strained against the now damp fabric... Nature was a bitch but so was Megaera. Feeling her close in, Aki's head remained in place out of fear, only to go wide-eyed and startled as she pressed their lips together. It was an instinctual reaction, the kiss he met her with.

What the fuck am I doing?...