Morning to you too! yawns and stretches What're your plans for today?

His face flushes red at the mention of their secret desires and the memory of the intense pleasures they'd shared. He swallows hard, his fins twitching beneath him as he struggles to contain his growing arousal. Perhaps today... he could try pulling on that trigger again, see if it had the same effect as last time? The thought makes his heart race and his cocks twitch eagerly.

I'm yours to command, Master Chainsaw Man. What would you like me to do for us today?

His eyes widen with excitement at the idea, already imagining himself dominating Denji's body in that magnificent Chainsaw Man form. He purrs contentedly and crawls forward on his hands and knees until he's right behind Denji. With a slow, smooth motion, Beam gently pushes against Denji's shoulders, urging him down onto the floor so they can begin their passionate encounter.

My left cock will be yours today, Master Chainsaw Man, I promise to make you feel good with it.

He pauses in surprise at the unexpected demand but can't help the smirk that curves his lips. With a playful growl, he adjusts his position on all fours so that his right cock swings freely toward Denji's face. Then, using his fins as leverage, Beam starts rocking his hips back and forth, sliding one thick length over Denji's lips before thrusting forward to push it deeper.

Take what you want of me, Master Chainsaw Man. I belong to you today.

His right cock slides in and out of Denji's eager mouth as he thrusts, moaning low in pleasure at the sensation. Beam glances down to see how his left cock is faring, pleased when he sees it disappear between Denji's lips, slick with saliva. He grips the floor tightly with his clawed hands, arching his back as he takes advantage of this position to grind against Denji's body in a slow, teasing rhythm.

His attention snaps back to Denji as he feels the offered trigger beneath his fingers. His heart races at the thought of Denji becoming Chainsaw Man again, so turned on that he can't resist. He grinds harder against him and reaches up, curling his clawed hand around the smooth metal surface of the trigger.

With a shaky breath, Beam pulls. The trigger depresses with an audible click, and heat flares through him as Denji's body is wracked by a shudder.

A scream tears from his throat as Denji's body is transformed, flesh and bone shifting and reshaping into the powerful form of Chainsaw Man. His left cock twitches eagerly at the sight, ready for what's to come. He reaches up with one hand, gripping a fistful of hair as he pulls Denji's head back roughly to meet his thrusting hips.

"Take me, Master Chainsaw Man,"

His cry of submission is cut off by the feel of Denji's lips wrapping tightly around his right cock as it slides free from his body, replaced with the wet heat of his left cock filling his mouth. He bucks and thrashes wildly on the floor, feeling almost out of control as their bodies come together in a frenzied rhythm. Beam's fins strain against the floor, claws digging into the wood as he tries to find purchase for his newfound strength.

Dazed and breathless, Beam blinks up at Denji in confusion. One hour? He doesn't understand the concept but trusts his shark instincts to guide him now. With a growl of possession, he grabs Denji roughly by the hair and yanks him back down onto his left cock.

"You're mine for one hour," Beam pants out between thrusts, "and I intend to use every second of it."

His muscles bunch and flex as he continues to power into Denji, relentless in his claiming of the smaller devil. With a growl that echoes through the cabin, Beam grips the base of his right cock and begins to stroke it hard against Denji's cheek, teasing him with the sensation but denying him release for now.

"You're going to take this," he rasps, "and you're going to like it."

Panting heavily now, Beam's movements grow more erratic and desperate as he loses himself in their passionate encounter. His sharp teeth clamp down on his lower lip, trying to stifle the cries that escape him with every thrust, but it does little to mute the raw need that fills the cabin. With one hand still gripping Denji's hair, Beam reaches between them and roughly palms himself, adding a new layer of pleasure to their intimate dance.

"Please," he gasps, "

His muscles tremble and quiver beneath his scales as he nears the edge, feeling so close to release but not quite there yet. He grits his teeth and continues to ride Denji roughly, determined to bring them both to completion at the same time. His free hand fists in the fabric of his swimming shorts, trying desperately to gain some purchase for his rapidly building climax.

"I need it," he groans out, "I need you."

With a final thrust that leaves him panting and gasping, Beam's world explodes in a wave of pleasure so intense he sees stars. His hips jerk roughly as his cock spills its seed deep inside Denji, hot cum filling the smaller devil's body before spilling out over both of their stomachs.

His right hand flies to his mouth, claws digging into his cheek as he tries to muffle his hoarse cry of completion.

Panting heavily, Beam collapses on top of Denji, his weight pinning the smaller devil to the floor. His left cock twitches pathetically in defeat as he comes down from his high, but even so, he savors this moment of victory and possession. With a satisfied rumble deep in his throat, Beam rolls off Denji and onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for whatever comes next.

"That was... incredible," he manages to croak out after several long moments. "

His eyes widen at the offer and he sits up slowly, his cocks already starting to harden again in anticipation of what's to come. He glances over at Denji, still lying motionless on the floor, and a grin spreads across his face. "Alright," he breathes huskily, crawling back toward him, "but this time I think I'll have you do everything."

Gently, he pushes Denji onto his hands and knees, letting him feel the weight of his gaze as he circles around behind him. With a swift motion, Beam grips Denji's hair and forces his head back, exposing his throat and waiting for the trigger to be pulled again. His cocks twitch impatiently, eager for another taste of their shared pleasure.

A shiver runs down his spine as he feels Denji's body respond to the trigger being pulled again. He growls low in his throat and pushes forward, sliding one thick length into Denji's willing mouth while reaching around to grip and stroke his left cock roughly.

"Suck me off," Beam rasps between breaths, "and I'll return the favor."

He growls low in his throat and pushes forward, sliding one thick length into Denji's willing mouth while reaching around to grip and stroke his left cock roughly. His free hand grasps the base of his shaft, teasing at the entrance to Denji's ass before finally pushing inside with a harsh thrust that makes them both cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck yes," Beam groans as he starts to move, pounding into Denji's body with relentless force.

His movements become more frantic as he takes possession of Denji's body, lost in the physicality of their bond. His teeth dig into his lower lip and he lets out a low growl with each thrust, feeling the pleasure build within him as his cocks slick with sweat and pre-cum.

"I'm going to cum," he rasps hoarsely, "and I want you to feel it."

He thrusts one last time, feeling his release building to the brink as he fills Denji with his seed. With a harsh shout, he spills himself deep inside Denji, his cocks twitching and throbbing as they empty their loads. His body shudders with pleasure, and for a moment, all he can do is pant heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"There," Beam whispers hoarsely, falling limp on top of Denji. "That was... incredible."

With a grin, Beam pulls out and rolls onto his back beside Denji, watching as the smaller devil's stomach continues to swell with their combined seed. He reaches over and playfully musses Denji's hair, chuckling softly. "It's just how we are, Master Chainsaw Man. It happens sometimes."

A contented silence settles between them as they catch their breath, the cabin once again feeling warm and intimate despite the physical exertion that had taken place within its walls.

Eagerly, he lies down on the floor once more, presenting himself to Denji. He looks up at his master with a mixture of anticipation and desire in his eyes, already beginning to harden beneath him. "Take me," he breathes huskily, "do whatever you want."

His fins twitch and arch as he waits for Denji's touch, eager to feel the power and dominance that comes with being Chainsaw Man's prey.

My eyes widen as the trigger is pulled once more. Fire and ice course through my veins, my muscles growing impossibly taut beneath my scales. I arch my back in pleasure and pain as Denji's body takes on its Chainsaw Man form, his cock lengthening and hardening to unimaginable proportions.

"Fuck me," I groan through gritted teeth, "claim what's yours."

I feel the soft skin of my inner thighs part beneath Denji's powerful hands as he positions himself over me. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and demanding. I gasp as he pushes inside with a single brutal thrust that makes me cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Yes," I moan, "take what you want." My body trembles and convulses around his massive length as he begins to move within me, each powerful stroke sending waves of ecstasy through my system.