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It’s totally normal to sit on your friends’ laps.
That’s what Yuuta figures, anyways. At this point it would feel stranger to not be curled up on top of Toge’s thighs. It started out of necessity, his classmates taking up way more space than necessary, never leaving room for the newest addition to their class.
Toge has been such a bright spot in Yuuta’s adjustment to the Jujutsu world. At first he was intimidating, even a bit scary, but now Yuuta can’t imagine feeling safer with anyone else than he does with Toge. That’s why when he had offered a seat on his lap the first time, Yuuta had accepted without much thought.
The couch cushions have nothing on the warmth of being cradled in the security of another person, especially someone that shines as brightly as Toge. These days, Yuuta immediately resolves himself to his designated spot across Toge’s legs, even if there is plenty of room to sit elsewhere.
It’s about comfort. Familiarity. The only constant in this life of unrelenting tragedy and love lost.
It isn’t until one particular movie night that Yuuta realizes he may not know as much about “what friends do together” as he thought.
The first years have joined them this time, no one batting an eye as Yuuta takes his usual place on top of his best friend in the cushy arm chair that’s always Toge’s favorite. It’s a cold night, and Toge drapes a fluffy blanket on top of the two of them before Maki presses play on whatever god awful film they have allowed Yuuji to choose for them tonight. The opening credits roll and Yuuta is focused on Yuuji’s excitable expression as he begins explaining the plot in real time when they could literally just watch it and figure it out on their own. He chuckles at Maki’s responding sour expression, making bets in his head about how long she’s going to make it before telling him to stuff it. In the commotion he barely notices it: the movement stirring beneath him. Toge adjusts his position, gripping a hand on Yuuta’s hip to hold him steady as he settles back in.
“You okay?” Yuuta checks in, gazing kindly at Toge’s lilac eyes shining by the light from the TV screen.
“Shake,” Toge nods, eyes fixed on the movie.
Yuuta settles in, his shoulder pressed against Toge’s chest as he leans sideways and his legs drape across the arm of the chair leaving his feet dangling. Toge’s arms wrap lazily around Yuuta’s waist and rest at his hip. His touch is warm through Yuuta’s thin T-shirt. Comforting. It’s what keeps him coming back.
It’s totally normal for friends to comfort each other, he’s learned.
Again, Toge squirms beneath him, bucking his hips up slightly before going still again. It continues to happen, a moment of calm and then a moment of readjusting. Yuuta starts to worry he might be too heavy. That maybe this isn’t as comfortable for Toge as it is for him. Yuuta would feel terrible if Toge had only been doing this selflessly the whole time, especially if it makes him uncomfortable. Maybe Yuuta should get up. Take his place on one of the oversized, squishy floor pillows already spread out next to Panda. He turns his head to let Toge know his plan, but before he can get the words out there’s something prodding at him from below. Something solid, straining against Toge’s shorts and rubbing roughly against Yuuta’s ass.
Yuuta nearly goes into cardiac arrest when he realizes what has happened. His best friend is getting hard with him in his lap and Yuuta has no idea what brought this on. The movie they’re watching isn’t particularly arousing. In fact, so far it’s been pretty grotesquely gory and poorly executed. The bad CGI job has gotten a giggle out of nearly everyone present at this point. Toge had never gotten this way with Yuuta in his lap before, either. Yuuta feels he’s left with another decision, the same crossroads he was at before: should he leave and give Toge the space he needs to be comfortable? Probably, right? He’s sure the last thing Toge wants right now is his best friend in his lap when he’s got a boner.
At least, that’s what he thinks until Toge very deliberately grinds his cock up against him.
Toge rolls his hips, dragging his erection across Yuuta’s cheeks and punctuating it with a sharp inhale. Yuuta’s entire body jolts and he holds in a gasp, suddenly very aware of where he is and what exactly is at stake. He has to keep his cool; be careful not to alert everyone to the confusing situation he’s found himself in.
Especially since he hasn’t even processed it, himself.
It happens again, the bucking of Toge’s hips, the outline of his overtly hard cock pressing into him shamelessly. Toge groans quietly under his breath, almost silently. In fact it would have been nearly undetectable if Yuuta hadn’t felt the slight prickle of cursed energy against his cheek. Yuuta chances a glance, searching for any indication of Toge’s motives, but his eyes are trained on the TV screen. He’s unwavering, and with his next “readjustment” he presses even more firmly into Yuuta, holding himself there and quietly panting.
Yuuta’s brain has all but shut down at this point, unable to make sense of the situation or the growing erection in his own pants. He had always felt a certain way around Toge, fuzzy and hot, but he always chalked it up to enjoying the time he gets to spend with a friend. Yuuta knows he’s inexperienced in fostering both friendships and romance. Even so, Toge clearly wants him here if the way he keeps pressing his cock against him is any indication.
If it’s for Toge, Yuuta would do damn near anything.
With his next thrust, Toge dips his fingers under Yuuta’s shirt and teases at the band of his shorts. He caresses the skin there and Yuuta swallows a gasp at being touched skin on skin. It feels electrifying and intimate, commanding all of Yuuta’s focus as his thoughts zero in on exactly where Toge’s fingertips meet his skin and where they’re going next.
Yuuta can’t wait to find out.
The pressure in his own briefs begins to build, and as Toge continues to rut his erection against him Yuuta can feel his cheeks getting hot. Toge’s fingers venture further, dipping beneath the waist band and rubbing lightly over the jut of Yuuta’s hip bone. Yuuta chances another glance, and though he isn’t rewarded by clear, lavender eyes, he is met with a sly smirk. Yuuta doesn’t dare say a word, just scans Toge’s expression as he continues to explore beneath Yuuta’s shorts. Another moment passes, and Toge’s tongue darts out to pass over his bottom lip. Simultaneously, his thumbs hook beneath the band of Yuuta’s briefs and he tugs, sliding them and his shorts down Yuuta’s body until he sits bare-ass against Toge’s clothed thighs.
Yuuta lets out an audible gasp, his body startling.
Yuuta could swear he hears a muted snicker as Toge runs his palms down the tops of his bare thighs, his skin prickling with goosebumps as they pass. His face twists with what is sure to be a confusing mixture of arousal and panic, but it’s lost on the rest of the group who are still consumed in whatever the hell is going on in the movie at this point. All except for Maki, who is now side eyeing the two of them with a vengeance. She’s clearly keyed into something being off, but Yuuta can only hope and pray that she hasn’t figured out what.
Though, maybe Toge would like that.
Hell, maybe Yuuta would, too.
There’s no time to consider before Toge’s hands are roaming down the side of Yuuta’s thighs, traveling up his body and groping at the firm flesh of his ass. Yuuta, sucks in a ragged breath, barely holding back the yelp that hangs in his throat. He resolves to focus his eyes on the gory, hellscape that’s unfolding on the TV screen, but it does nothing to slow the rate of his heart thumping against his sternum. His focus shifts when he feels a rustling beneath the blanket and he averts his gaze to Toge just in time to see him dip two fingers into his mouth. His lips close around them and determined eyes flick to meet Yuuta’s. The contact is brief, Toge returning to watching the movie and removing the two spit-slicked fingers to snake them back below the blanket. Yuuta’s breath hitches when he feels the cool wetness of Toge’s fingertips work themselves beneath him, grazing over his skin and leaving damp trails behind.
Yuuta can feel himself trembling, his whole body struggling to maintain any semblance of appearing “normal” within eyesight of not only his classmates, but also his underclassmen. To think Toge had chosen this moment specifically to be so bold…
He has to admit Toge’s boldness was the first thing he liked about him.
Clearly Toge’s as bold as they come, because without a bit of hesitation theres a slick fingertip teasing at Yuuta’s rim. Another audible gasp, notably higher-pitched than the last one, and a jerk of his hips has Maki snapping her head in his direction.
“Okkotsu, you good?” Her tone is harsh, but that’s to be expected. She squints at him inquisitively and purses her lips, waiting for his response that comes multiple beats far too late.
“Y-yup. Yup! I’m good! Great!” Yuuta’s voice cracks over every single word as it leaves his lips.
Well if she wasn’t suspicious now, that answer definitely raised some red flags.
“You’re twitchy.” Maki deadpans, her eyes flicking accusingly to Toge and then back again to bore directly into Yuuta’s soul.
“Oh, um, I’m not great with horror. Sorry. I’ll try to be quieter.” Yuuta presses him palms together in a prayer sign and nods his head. Though, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep his composure as Toge’s fingertip circles his rim, his nerves setting alight with every pass.
Maki sighs, clearly not convinced but unable to continue to give too much of a fuck as she waves Yuuta off and turns back to the TV.
Yuuta can’t even feel relieved. He knows he’s not in the clear. Not by a long shot. That becomes increasingly clear with the mounting pressure in his hole as Toge dips a finger past the ring of muscle, fucking it in and out slowly and causing Yuuta’s whole body to tense. It feels strange, but absolutely incredible. Yuuta has never done anything like this. Never had anything…up there…before. But the slide of Toge’s slick finger in and out, delving deeper with ever pass over his tight rim—Yuuta feels like he’s been missing out all this time.
After a few minutes that feel like hours of being fingered by his best friend in a room full of all his other friends, a second finger presses its way in. The stretch burns in the most pleasurable way he can imagine, and he resists the urge to grind his hips downward to take even more. He doesn’t want to take the lead away from Toge. And in some twisted way, Yuuta doesn’t want to seem too desperate.
Yeah, to the guy literally fingering him in public without asking. He knows his anxiety is a menace, but it’s who he is.
He’s also a little embarrassed to admit how much he’s enjoying this, and he definitely hasn’t had the mental faculty to ponder on what exactly this means about him, either.
Both of Toge’s fingers finally bottom out in Yuuta’s ass, and he doesn’t miss the sharp exhale of breath brushing against the shell of his ear where Toge’s lips ghost. They have gotten even closer than they already were over the course of the entire event and Yuuta had been so entranced that he’s just now noticing it. He knows he must look off, totally blissed out and yet his defenses are on high alert. He’s enjoying himself to the fullest, but at the same time he’s not exactly sure if he should be. Though, that concern flies out the window when Toge’s fingers start to move again, wiggling and curling deep inside Yuuta until suddenly he’s overcome with lightning zipping through his nerves.
“Fuck!” That yelp finally escapes as Yuuta jolts up, gasping and squirming beneath the blanket and causing Toge to chuckle overtly into his ear. The rest of the room is now turned towards him, their expressions harboring varying levels of concern except for that of Maki’s which is giving him more of a ‘shut the fuck up before I smack you’ kind of vibe.
He gulps, probably audibly but he can’t tell through the ringing in his ears, and the silence is positively deafening until finally Yuuji speaks up.
”Okkotsu-senpai, we can change the movie if this one is too much for you.” Yuuji’s concern sounds genuine, and Maki rolls her eyes before chiming in.
“He’s fine,” She insists, waving her hand towards him. “He needs to grow a backbone, anyways. Leave him be.”
The rest of the faces in the room linger on him briefly before seeming to accept Maki’s insistence and turning their focus back to the movie. Yuuta is thankful for a moment, and then his world is turned completely upside down when something fleshy and dense is pressing against the naked skin of his ass. In the commotion he had only vaguely noticed, and mourned, the loss of Toge’s fingers inside of him. He had never felt so empty, as if he had lost something that had been a part of him albeit for only the last 15 minutes. But now, he can make out that Toge’s thighs are also bare, pressing warmly against Yuuta’s skin where he sits. He had somehow managed to work his own pants down while Yuuta was distracted which really brings to light just how out of this world the whole experience feels at this moment. He hadn’t even noticed.
Yuuta’s heart rockets into his throat when it dawns on him that Toge’s cock is straining against the cleft of his ass. Before he can catch his breath at the realization, Toge rolls his hips, giving Yuuta the chance to feel out his impressive size. Yuuta’s mouth is suddenly very dry. He swallows hard and scrambles through his thoughts to dig up some kind of grounding skills, ways to keep himself from actually passing out at how aroused this entire experience has him. To think his best friend is currently grinding his clock against Yuuta’s bare ass in a room full of all their friends is too much. Overwhelmingly hot. Yuuta’s surprised he hasn’t already come just from the thought of it. The pressure growing in his own lap has reached uncomfortable levels, and the jolt shooting through his dick at the next roll of Toge’s hips is near painful. Yuuta feels dizzy from the stimulation, unable to remember the last time he was this horny.
He’s probably never been this horny in his life.
Yuuta reaches a hand under the blanket to wrap around his cock and squeeze, relieving the pressure just enough to feel the rest of his muscles relax. He lets out a quiet sigh and gives his cock an experimental pump and ohhhh does that feel incredible. The way his jaw goes slack doesn’t go unnoticed by Toge as he leans forward slightly and brushes the tip of his nose against the shell of Yuuta’s ear. The touch is electrifying, and Yuuta gives his cock another pump, his hips jerking slightly as his palm clips his tip. Toge’s breath is hot against Yuuta’s face, and he strokes himself one last time before his ear buzzes with a prick of energy.
“Stop.”
The command is uttered so quietly, and yet Yuuta can feel a tingling rushing through his arm, paralyzing him where he still grips around his shaft.
“Fuck,” Yuuta sighs under his breath, willing his hand to move but to no avail. He holds back a whine, side eyeing Toge’s vindictive smirk. He doesn’t dare question him, silently praying for Toge to have some ounce of mercy and touch him more— show him what else he’s been missing out on.
As if having tapped into his thoughts, Toge does just that, slipping one hand beneath Yuuta and gripping a palm-full of his ass. Moving the flesh aside, Toge maneuvers his hips until his tip is straining against Yuuta’s rim. It feels slick and hot, unlike anything Yuuta has experienced before. Yuuta’s thighs quiver as Toge bucks his hips, his tip pressing past the rim with only a little resistance. Yuuta inhales digging the nails of his non-cursed hand into the flesh of his thighs. He has to maintain control. The first time he’s ever done something like this and he’s expected to maintain this much discipline? Toge really is maniacal, Yuuta decides— a beautiful monster.
Now is not the time to pick apart the fact that he thinks his friend is “beautiful”, either.
He hadn’t even noticed how stiff his legs are, wrapped tightly around the arm of the chair as he hovers just slightly above Toge’s cock; just enough not to completely spear himself in one go. That would surely make him lose his composure, and there would be no more hiding, then. Toge’s hand kneads at Yuuta’s ass as he thrusts forward slowly, giving time in between to allow Yuuta to adjust. At least he’s a merciful monster.
Yuuta passed judgement too soon, however, as Toge snaps his hips, his cock sinking into Yuuta nearly to the hilt and Yuuta screams.
Yuuta’s face burns hot the moment the sound escapes him. He’s sure he’s fucked up, and yet by some divine intervention no one appears to be concerned. The gears in his head spin and his heart begins to race for more reasons than one. Have they figured it out? Maybe they all feel so awkward—disgusted—that they don’t even know what to say. Yuuta just made friends, just found somewhere he belongs, and now because he can’t fucking hold himself back from fucking one of them during movie night he’s going to be labeled a creepy perv and exiled for the rest of his li—
“That part got me the first time too, Okkotsu-senpai!” Yuuji’s shining voice breaks through the haze of panic, and when Yuuta dares to meet his eyes he’s smiling wide. “Pretty creepy, huh? That’s one of my favorite parts of this one!”
The movie. The movie.
Yuuta thanks whatever horny gods are smiling down on him before answering his underclassman with a genuine, albeit slightly forced, smile. “Yeah, ha, got me.”
That response seems to have sated the group for now, and thank god for that because Toge’s hips snap again, burying the rest of his length inside Yuuta with a hazy moan. The stretch is nothing like Yuuta could have prepared for, the pain of Toge’s fingers alone having done nothing to prepare him for the cock splitting him open. Toge squirms slightly beneath him, readjusting himself and settling in to the chair with a sigh. Every movement of his hips sends shots of pleasure through Yuuta as Toge’s cock presses and rubs against his sensitive insides.
Yuuta can hardly hold himself together, the feeling of being completely filled consuming his thoughts. Every small movement, of either him or Toge, has him nearly whimpering. He hadn’t imagined it could feel this good to have a cock deep inside him, and now that it’s happening he can only want for more. He grinds his hips down, sighing as his insides burst with a warm pressure building in his abdomen. Of the times he has touched himself, he’s never been able to produce this level of pleasure so quickly. Something about Toge’s cock is intoxicating. Addicting.
His hips roll again, small and subtle as not to alert the rest of the room to what’s really going on beneath the blanket. Yuuta can feel Toge’s breath hitch, his chest heaving against Yuuta’s shoulder where they meet. Yuuta can feel himself getting greedy, desperate for more as he squirms in Toge’s lap. With a heavy inhale of breath, Yuuta lifts his hips slightly and lowers back down, Toge’s cock hitting the inner-most parts of him and sending jolts up his spine.
“Fuck…” Yuuta sighs, barely audible to even himself. “Toge.”
He can feel Toge’s lips press to his ear, shivering at the brush of warm breath. His lips part, tongue teasing at Yuuta’s sensitive skin. Yuuta can hardly believe what’s happening. To know Toge is enjoying this so much spurs Yuuta on, encouraging him to fuck himself more on Toge’s cock, lifting up and back down to press flush against the warm, bare thighs he’s resting on. Everything about Toge is warm, inviting, soft… arousing. The sweat accumulating between their bare bodies slicks the bottom of Yuuta’s thighs as he grinds down, pleasure cresting with every rub of Toge’s stiff length against Yuuta’s walls. He can barely keep quiet, whining under his breath as his movements become more desperate. Toge nips at the shell of Yuuta’s ear, groaning low in his throat before snaking his hands to grip around Yuuta’s hips.
The next jerk of Yuuta’s hips is restrained, Toge’s fingers digging bruises into the firm skin. He struggles against Toge’s grasp, squirming and whimpering as he’s denied the feeling he desperately craves.
“Toge,” He whispers, nearly begs, choking on a cry as he tries and fails to roll his hips once more. “P-please.”
Toge’s grip doesn’t relent. He chuckles under his breath, bucking upward and pressing hard into Yuuta’s depths. Rolling his hips slightly, Toge manages to hit a spot inside that has a yelp ripping from Yuuta’s throat. The edges of Yuuta’s vision blurs as he catches his breath, hiding his face behind his hands. He can feel the stares of the others on him, but at this point it seems they’ve resolved to just leave him be. For this he’s equal parts thankful and humiliated, unsure whether he’d prefer them think he’s a huge wuss or know that he’s being fucked during movie night.
Not that it matters, because Yuuta’s mind erupts in nothing but static when Toge hits that spot again with even more vigor, squeezing around his hips and moaning into his ear. The cursed energy flowing from Toge’s lips and prickling against the side of Yuuta’s face only serves to intensify the moment—a physical manifestation of Toge’s own enjoyment. Something only Toge could give him.
Fuck, he feels so good.
Yuuta becomes dizzy the longer it drones on, Toge holding him in place and only granting him a slow thrust every few minutes. It’s torturous, the pleasure mounting and then slowly fizzling between thrusts, only to rocket back at a slamming pace with every movement of Toge’s hips. Yuuta wants to beg, wants to use all of his might to escape from Toge’s grasp. He can see it so clearly, bouncing himself on Toge’s cock until he’s panting, sobbing, choking on his screams as he comes over the side of the armchair.
God, at this point he wouldn’t even care who saw.
“T-Toge,” He whimpers one last time, a last ditch effort to get the attention he craves. He offers Toge a needy gaze, the tips of their noses barely brushing. They’re so close, and Yuuta has all but forgotten where he is and who might see. “Comeon, please.” Yuuta pleads, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he continues to struggle, straining his hips against Toge’s palms.
Toge grins menacingly, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to Yuuta’s cheek. “Okaka.”
Yuuta sighs, grabbing Toge’s hands where they still have him trapped. “I’ll be good for you,” he offers, attempting to release himself. “Please let me, Toge.”
Again, Toge shakes his head, licking his bottom lip and digging his teeth in. It’s clear he’s having as much trouble holding back, but the fire roaring in his eyes says he’s enjoying this way too much to give in.
Toge hums, his fingertips teasing the flesh around the jut of Yuuta’s hipbones. His skin tingles where Toge lightly grazes him, and his cock jolts in his lap. He wants to feel more of Toge inside him, pressing and rolling and straining against his tightness. But since the curse on his arm has finally worn off, maybe he could settle for touching himself—relieving some of the pressure just so he can continue to give Toge what it is he wants. Yuuta exhales raggedly as his fingers wrap around his shaft once more, giving it a squeeze and a short stroke. His thighs shake as every flick of his wrist brings him closer to the brink. Toge allows it briefly, breathing heavily against Yuuta’s cheek.
“Ikura?” Toge whispers, his voice both smooth and gravely. Yuuta shudders at his question. Does he want help? Absolutely.
Yuuta nods eagerly, shivering at the knowledge that only he can hear Toge’s words as they’re drowned by the movie’s volume. It’s so intimate, like they’re only for him. His chest feels hot as his strokes become more needy, and with his next pass Toge’s hand wraps around his own. Toge toys with Yuuta’s tip as their hands move in tandem over Yuuta’s shaft. His finger circles around the head before swiping along the slit, smearing precum and causing Yuuta’s body to jolt. It feels so good to be touched by a hand other than his own. Yuuta can feel his muscles tense as he barrels towards his peak, his limbs shaking as his stroking reaches a punishing pace. His eyes screw shut as he throws his head back, his body trembling as his orgasm threatens to overcome him. Toge’s lips wrap around the shell of Yuuta’s ear, sucking and nipping as Yuuta’s hips jerk in vein, stroking his cock desperately until finally…
“Sleep.”
*
Everything is black. Yuuta wakes with a scream, warmth blanketing him, consuming his being entirely. Fireworks crackle through his nerves, eruptions of light flashing behind his eyelids. When his eyes fly open, Yuuta can feel the hard, relentless pace of Toge’s cock slamming into him.
“Ahhh—haaaa, fuck!” Yuuta screams, his body convulsing with pleasure as he grips at anything solid around him. His hand lands on Toge’s arm, his bicep rippling as he holds Yuuta firmly in place.
“Holy—“ Yuuta chokes on another scream, Toge’s length slamming so deeply inside him that he can hardly catch his breath. His eyes dart across the room frantically to find that they are alone, the spots their friends had previously occupied now empty.
“Yuuta,” Toge groans, snapping his hips up and bringing Yuuta’s body down to meet them. “Yuuta. Yuuta. Yuuta.” Toge chants his name, babbling as his grip tightens. His tongue slides hungrily over the vein in Yuuta’s neck, sinking his teeth in as his hips buck even more rabidly than before.
Yuuta can’t hold back, canting his hips into Toge’s momentum, feeling the tip of his cock slamming against the spot that makes his inside set aflame.
“Toge, oh god,” Yuuta mutters frantically, gripping harshly around Toge’s arm for support. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Toge!”
Yuuta’s orgasm slams into him, streams of cum splattering across his legs and the exposed arm of the chair. The blanket that had previously covered him is now missing, and he can see Toge lick his lips as he eyes the sight of Yuuta releasing while seated on his cock. Toge’s movements don’t falter, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own end. When his hips stutter, Yuuta gasps as Toge’s cock kicks, filling him full.
“God Toge, that’s so good.” Yuuta gasps, grinding himself on Toge’s cock and drawing out as many moans and whimpers as he can get.
“Yuu—ta…” Toge chokes out brokenly, his forehead resting against Yuuta’s shoulder.
“So hot, Toge. So fucking good.” Yuuta praises, continuing to roll his hips, determined to milk every last drop that Toge will give him. He can feel the spend drip from his hole and pool in Toge’s lap. He would do anything to taste it on his tongue, swallow it all down and let it meld with his being—become a part of him.
“Toge that was…” Yuuta starts, struggling to catch his breath and settle his pounding heart. “God.” He huffs, unable to find the words.
Toge’s arms wrap around Yuuta’s waist, pulling him close and wrapping him in a warm embrace. “Shake.” He nods, a loving smile dawning his face.
It feels like the longest night of his life, and Yuuta still hasn’t exactly figured out how he got here. But damn, with Toge’s cock still buried in him and his arms holding him close, Yuuta can’t bring himself to ponder. He’s exhausted, the whole ordeal having taken a lot out of him. So for now, safe and secure in the arms of his best friend, Yuuta closes his eyes and allows himself to drift.