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With every step up the stairs, Megumi hears the clink of the charm in his doggie-printed tote bag. He knows he should have shopped online for a place that makes special collars, but he was so excited by their conversation last night that he couldn’t help but pop into the nearest pet store after work. At the top of the stairs, he takes an excited deep breath, then goes to his apartment door, slips inside to kick off his shoes.
There’s movement in the kitchen. Clinking pots, the sizzle of something in a hot pan, and he goes straight toward the noise, peeking his head in to catch a glimpse.
Sukuna is standing at the stove, wearing the frilly pink apron his brother got him as a joke (that he actually really likes, it was his first present from him, and what can he say, he’s a big sap). Megumi admires his boyfriend’s tall figure, his broad shoulders and back weaving into a pert ass and muscular legs, currently sporting orange basketball shorts.
“You gonna stare all day or you gonna come give me my welcome home kiss?” Sukuna doesn’t turn around when he speaks because he can feel Megumi’s eyes on him.
Megumi smiles warmly and strolls into the kitchen in time for Sukuna to turn and wrap both arms around him. They sigh together because, despite the comfort and familiarity of their shared apartment, the real feeling of home is when they’re pressed close.
Megumi lifts his face from a solid, warm chest emanating a comforting musky scent and purses his lips up at Sukuna. He gets a little peck, then another, and in the next second, his face is covered in affectionate smooches, bending him back until Megumi is grumbling and yanking at his white tank top.
“What’s for dinner?” his voice comes out strained as Sukuna straightens him back up.
“Pesto on penne.”
Sukuna takes Megumi’s other hand, keeping one in the small of his back, and he slowly twirls them around the kitchen, much to Megumi’s embarrassment. But he only laughs in that soft, shy way that gets his partner’s heart rate pumping.
Megumi leans his forehead against Sukuna’s shoulder, curling up against him.
“Stop it, I’m gonna get dizzy,”
“That’s fine, I’ll keep you on your feet.”
They cling and cuddle, Megumi still laughing as they turn.
“You’re gonna make me sick, stop,”
And finally, they do, Sukuna holding him close, sharing a few slow, steady kisses. There’s no rush even if the pot is about to overboil, but Sukuna hears it and acts quickly, turning down the knob for the burner and preventing the rising bubbles from cascading over.
“Close one.”
“I’m really hungry, is it done?”
“Should be.” Sukuna reluctantly let's go and returns to the stove to finish his prep.
“I’ll set the table,”
Sukuna’s little hum of agreement is enough. Megumi continues to admire his partner while getting the dishes from the cabinets.
Every day feels this easy. They flow together along the same steady current, bumping shoulders and brushing arms as they navigate the kitchen. It’s a different kind of dance than the giddy twirls that overtook them just minutes before. It’s an equal pace, the same footing, two falling leaves rustled by the same light breeze, dipping, and diving until they land safely atop a bed of sun-warmed grass.
Megumi’s lips wrap around the first bite of his pesto penne, and the edge of his lips quirks up with a smile.
“Delicious. I love when the basil is really really strong,”
Sukuna looks up at him, eyes half-lidded and dripping with all the adoration that comes from an unwavering crimson stare.
“I know you do,”
Megumi’s teeth peek out from his involuntary smile.
“I know you know I do,”
It’s only in this sanctuary that Megumi’s softness shows in every look, every touch. Cold to the outside, in the comfort of four walls and Sukuna's heat, he melts into an affectionate creature with millions of tender touches to give.
A brush of one pinkie to another and an entire conversation is had. Between bites and sips, they've relayed their days, basking in the mundane with practiced ease.
But within Megumi, tension builds, and mounts. He has yet to show Sukuna the gift he stopped to get before coming home. By the final pungent bite of his pesto, his leg bounces nervously atop a kitchen stool rung.
Of course, Sukuna notices.
"Got something on your mind?"
Now or never Megumi.
“I have something for you,”
“Oh?”
“Remember when… you know, we made those jokes about you being my dog?”
Sukuna stares at him for a long few seconds, and Megumi thinks he’s not going to remember, or maybe this was a terrible idea, but Sukuna's trademark grin crawls across his lips. Megumi’s heart rate picks up seeing his enthusiasm as he shows his bag.
“I stopped by the pet store on my way home.”
Sukuna's eyebrows raise, and Megumi slides his hand into the bag, pulling out a collar. It's black leather, thin, sleek, and simple with a silver buckle. Megumi knows that there are specially made collars for humans, but this is just a trial run, a test, a little dabble into some kink they've been dancing around since they first got together.
Sukuna's response is everything he wants. The grin is back; he wolfs down the last bites of his food and chases with water, coming off with a sigh.
"That for me?"
"Do you want it?"
"Show me."
Sukuna's hand reaches for it like a kid reaching for an ice cream cone. Megumi lets him grab it, and watches his eyes study it, fingers following the seams, tracing the shape of the buckle.
"It's soft."
"Yeah, I thought the leather would be better than the polyester ones. They were super scratchy… but a custom made one would be best… I just couldn't wait… do you like it?"
Sukuna's joy is unmistakable as he slips the strap free from the buckle and opens it.
"I love it."
"Do you want to try it on?" Megumi's voice is edging on giddy.
Sukuna gives him a look and Megumi flusters.
"Let's clean up and we can go to the living room."
The next few minutes are filled with tension. Every glass and metal clink, every little elbow as they scrub the dishes is rife with their excitement. One hip bump, one cheeky grin, by the time they finish, they're poking and tickling in a battle of playful swats and giggling all the way to the couch with collar in hand.
Sukuna hugs Megumi and backs up mid-kiss. They tumble into the cushions with laughter on their lips, the wonderful comfort of two bodies that meld together so perfectly, not a care in the world.
There's no rush to the fun part, and when Megumi's finally straddling his lap, he pets his hair.
"Wanna try it on now?"
"Yeah,"
Megumi brings the collar around Sukuna's neck, sliding the strap through the buckle, careful not to pull too tight. He tucks the strap through its loop, smooths it down, and runs his thumbs along the edge.
"How's that? Not too tight?"
"Not at all,"
"Comfortable?"
"It's perfect,"
"Awesome,"
Megumi admires the sleek look of the collar around Sukuna's neck, touching it still, letting his fingers brush along the exposed skin around it.
"You look so sexy."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm, I've always wanted my very own dog."
It's like a glaze setting over his eyes. Sukuna looks at him, his big smile going softer.
“You’re gonna drive me crazy, baby.”
"Like it when I call you my dog?"
Sukuna nods, hands running up Megumi's thighs. He leans in for a kiss, humming into it because the touch of their lips tingles more than usual. Heat builds in his body like the slow rise of a flame. His tongue steals out and knocks into Megumi's, catches like sparks, a warm fog filling his skull to the tender stroke like velvet. Teeth nip into lips, dragging, letting go with a soft pop, and chasing back for more until Megumi's excitement moves things along.
"You want to try acting like a dog someday?"
“I want to try it right now.”
“Then give me a little bark,”
Sukuna pauses, gazing up at him with the most reverent gaze he’s ever shown. Megumi’s lips curl up, white teeth peeking through because that look on his face is probably one of the cutest he’s ever seen.
“No?”
Sukuna’s eyes take on this gloss, like something’s clicking in his brain, like he’s sliding under a rising current, completely taken by the tide. A whimper comes from deep in his throat, his lips purring like he’s trying to find the sound being asked of him.
Megumi feels a twitch under his thigh, and he’s full-on grinning.
“You’re so excited,” Megumi laughs and tests a little grind, watching Sukuna’s eyelids flutter, hips rising to meet it. “I didn’t know you’d like it this much.”
Sukuna whines, leaning back into the couch.
“C’mon babe, give me a little ‘woof,’” he gives the collar a slight tug, still grinding down.
He rarely gets to see his big muscular boyfriend this desperate, this gone for words, and a strange sense of power is bubbling up in his gut. Megumi leans over him and brushes their lips together, providing an encouraging, tender knead. There’s no embarrassment here, just a couple of boys hopelessly in love, exploring something fun and new.
“C’mon,” Megumi whispers, slowly blinking his long lashes at him, holding his gaze, so he’s not wondering or worried about nothing or no one else.
It still takes Sukuna a few long seconds, moving his lips, searching and searching, clawing his way through nervousness and hesitation to find even a sliver of the sound. Because if Megumi’s asking him to do it, then he should do it. He’ll do anything for Megumi, anything. He’s at his beck and call, always ready to be on his knees for him because he absolutely loves this. He absolutely loves him.
This is nothing, barely a thing. This should be easy if it makes his Megumi happy. Yet his body is heavy, his head hazy, the whole of his world narrowing to the gorgeous eyes of his love and treasure.
He can do this. He absolutely can.
“Woof.”
Megumi grins, and it’s like a lightning strike through Sukuna’s skin, the gentle runs of his hand through his hair the tug on a grenade pin.
“Good boy,”
And just like that, the pin comes out. A few seconds pass where the words sink in, then Sukuna’s eyes roll up, a groan chokes off in the back of his throat, and his whole frame tenses beneath him. Megumi watches with rapt attention, the gasp, the gulp, the shudder, the tremors of his thighs beneath his weight. He’s gorgeous like this, practically melting beneath him.
The wet spot in Sukuna’s shorts grows, and Megumi licks his lips, swallows, thrives on the mess he’s made of his boyfriend without even touching his cock.
Sukuna lays there against the cushions, watching the ceiling swirl, breathing hard and still shivering. Like he’s coming up to the surface from the deepest part of the pool, he takes a sharp breath and moans.
“Holy shit babe.”
Megumi chuckles lightly and folds over him, providing warm kisses and comforting touches as his boyfriend comes down from the blissful high.
“You liked that?”
Sukuna nods and attacks like he’s starving, enamored, every kiss that follows is ravenous and messy with moan after moan.
“That was the sexiest thing ever,”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yes, holy shit, my head’s still spinning,”
More chuckles, and he just cuddles him, kissing his forehead and smoothing stray pink hairs away from his forehead.
Seeing how happy Sukuna is from their exploration creates this happy haze in Megumi's brain, his body. If it makes Sukuna this euphoric to be his dog, then hell yeah, he'll let him be his dog as many times as he wants.
"So I'll order the collar we were looking at the other day, what do you think?"
Sukuna nods, hugging around him and nuzzling into Megumi's neck. He chuckles and enjoys the pleasant aura settling around them until Sukuna kisses his neck up to his ear.
"Are you worked up too?"
Megumi smiles lightly.
"Check for yourself,"
Without a moment of hesitation, Sukuna's hand dives between them, curling up under the splay of Megumi's thighs. He takes a sharp breath, body washing hot again when he feels how wet the crotch of his pants is. His flat fingers follow the shape of his mound, adding pressure over where he knows his clit is and watching with admiration as Megumi's soft lips part, his eyes shut for a second, body rising up like a wave at the touch.
"Yeah you are-"
"Rub me right there," Megumi breathes.
How could he ever argue?
Sukuna circles his fingers right against the sensitive nub, taking his time, building the pace nice and easy.
The way Megumi's voice gets lighter, the pretty gape of his mouth as the tiniest sounds work their way up his throat, Megumi is gorgeous, stunning, an image out of the raunchiest but most artistic pornography Sukuna's ever seen and yet it's real. The Megumi who straddles his lap and grinds against his fingers is real and his.
Sukuna still sometimes can't believe it, that this is his boyfriend, all dark hair, long lashes, and shiny jade eyes. He leans up and kisses his throat, earning a soft contented sigh as he works his clit through his pants.
"I love you," he whispers so softly it's almost like he's scared.
Then Megumi gasps again, rolls against his touch, and moans back twice as loud, "I love you too."
His brows cinch, the tension in his body pulls tight, and Sukuna watches as the faint whines stutter, rise in pitch, the speedy circles on his clit pushing him just over the threshold into an orgasm that reaches to his very bones.
"Mmmm- fuck-" Megumi's head falls back, lithe neck stretching, and Sukuna plants another kiss against his throat, feeling the vibration of his last moan deep under the flesh against his lips.
He could do this a hundred, a million times over, watch Megumi lose himself with just the touch of his fingers.
Then all too soon, the moment is over and Megumi's hugging, kissing, breathless and as content as he is.
"You're amazing,"
"You're amazing."
"We should do this again… like soon,"
"As soon as you want, baby,"
"We should plan it, make a whole afternoon of it."
"Sounds good."
Eventually, the collar comes off, and they snuggle atop the couch cushions, satisfied for now but just as eager for all that's yet to come.
When Megumi steps through the apartment door, he hears metal rattling like eager paws are batting the bars. A little wave of giddy and a pleased smile come across his face. They've been planning this scene for over a week now, from start to finish, and before Megumi left to run his errand they ran through the scene again and had their careful reminders of safewords. Then the collar went on, and Sukuna climbed into his kennel to wait.
Now Megumi enters the bedroom and finds Sukuna there, likely awoken by the sound of him arriving home. One hand lightly patting at the cage door.
“Hi there, have you been a good boy while I’ll been gone?”
Sukuna’s leather muzzle thuds against the bars, eyes lidded and needy. He’s been waiting so patiently, cock hard and leaking just from knowing Megumi’s returned.
“No,” Megumi chastizes gently. “Lay down.”
Sukuna whines then slowly drops down, nose still pressing to the cage door, but he’s no longer bumping and begging. He’ll be good, he’ll be patient.
“Good boy,”
Sukuna’s red eyes light up again, and he almost gets up, but no, he hasn’t been told. He waits until Megumi’s fingers reach for the latch before he rises.
“Come here, baby.”
He rushes out as soon as the gate is open and leaps, muzzle immediately nudging up between Megumi’s thighs, and in response, a firm hand rests atop his neck.
“Down. Down.”
Sukuna whimpers in response and gets back on all fours, looking up at Megumi with eyes full of desperation.
“I know you’re excited, but I just got home,” a gentle pat, and Megumi walks toward the kitchen. “It’s time for dinner.”
The word doesn’t interest him in the way it should. Sukuna doesn’t want food right now, he wants Megumi. He follows after him, muzzle tip brushing and bumping his thigh the whole way. His knees and palms track across the smooth tile floor, and he’s glued to Megumi’s legs the whole time, whining and rubbing, only getting the occasional head pat in response while Megumi prepares himself a sandwich.
The lack of attention when he's just gotten home has Sukuna growing more and more feral. He bumps and brushes his legs, demands more pets, more looks, more anything, and when he's ignored, well, Sukuna lets out a bark. It's deep and actually startles Megumi, who jumps, butter knife in hand.
Megumi sets it down with a huff.
"No barking, Mutt."
Sukuna whines and paws at his leg.
"I told you, I'm eating first and then we can play."
Sukuna's hand stays where it is, a single paw touch, expression saddening, and Megumi sighs.
"Do you want some attention?"
Bark.
"Alright, alright, just a little but then I'm eating okay?"
Megumi runs his fingers through Sukuna's hair, and the look of bliss on his face warms Megumi to the core. He crouches and scratches all over his scalp, getting happy wriggles, until he's pulling him into a tight hug.
"You're such a cute boy," Megumi coos and kisses the top of his head. "My needy baby."
Has Megumi always baby-talked pets? Well, this is his first one, and when he looks into those big red eyes, all big and happy as a dog, he can't help but want to dote. His lips leave soft presses all over his forehead, hands rubbing over his shoulders and along his neck until, with one final pat, Megumi straightens.
"Now you wait there, okay?"
Sukuna stays where he is, understanding but only barely because he's deep enough in the headspace that actual human speech is furthest from his abilities. All he can think are in short phrases, single words. He knows Mutt because that's his name! That's what Owner calls him. He knows "sit, down, back, paw, roll over." He knows "good boy," he knows "bad," he knows "up," and he knows "breed," by god does he know breed.
Megumi returns to his sandwich, completing it and one for Sukuna in just another minute. Megumi munches as he starts cleaning up the counter and puts away Sukuna's sandwich. He's sure he'll feed Sukuna afterward because he doubts his precious pup is thinking about anything other than breeding, and when he looks at him, seeing his cock already half-hard and leaking a little precum, he's not even surprised.
Megumi takes a few big bites as he puts away the last ingredients. He's just as excited and eager to get to the fun, but he left hungry and came back even more so. Needs must be met.
As Megumi sips some water and leans against the kitchen island, Sukuna comes closer, nudging his knee with the tip of his muzzle.
"Want some?" Megumi leans over, holding the sandwich closer to him.
Sukuna noses it with the tip of his muzzle like he's sniffing, curious, but then he turns away uninterested.
"No?"
Sukuna hops, taps his palms against the floor, and nudges him again.
"What is it boy?"
The curious nose nuzzles against his thigh, and as Megumi finishes his last bite, he can see where this is going. But testing the limits is part of the fun.
"Hmm? You want something?"
Sukuna's muzzle dives between his thighs, grinding up against his pussy. Megumi gasps and pushes Sukuna's head down.
"No, no, down."
It's a struggle. Sukuna doesn't give up despite his protests, and in turn, Megumi's voice grows firmer.
"No, I told you no and now you're in trouble. On your back, now." Megumi shows him the designated hand signal. "Back, now."
Sukuna hesitates. A sad dog look fills his features as he finally halts his mission and eventually rolls onto his back on the linoleum, hands like limp paws, knees in the air.
"Mutt only breeds when Owner says he gets to. Now, stay," Megumi says, then walks into the bedroom where a cock cage is waiting for them. It's all been pre-planned, from the kenneling to leaving to misbehaving and punishments. It makes the process feel smooth and sure, and they won't have to worry too much about surprising the other. Megumi picks up the cock cage, unlocks it, and walks back to where Sukuna is waiting.
Megumi kneels beside him and slides the attached set of rubber rings over Sukuna's softened cock. There are plenty of cock cage options that were much firmer at the sex shop they visited, but they decided on something with a little give. They're beginners to the kink and want to have fun, not overextend. Megumi sets it in place and stands back up.
"Good boy, now sit."
Sukuna perks up at the sound, body rising until he settles on palms and knees, looking up at Megumi expectantly.
"Paw,"
Sukuna lifts one limp, and Megumi takes it, giving a little shake and laughing softly when Sukuna tilts his head.
"You're so cute,"
Sukuna hips wiggle like he's wagging his tail.
"Lay down,"
He drops.
"Good boy, now roll over," he signals with his rotating wrist, and when Sukuna doesn't move right away he tries again. "C'mon boy, roll over. Roll over."
It takes a few times for him to finally roll across the linoleum, righting back up with a happy, "praise me" bark. Megumi obliges in a cooing voice, scratching his scalp again; it's so sweet that Sukuna's cock starts hardening again. He lets out a whine, looking down at himself and taking deep breaths to calm down.
"See that's what happens when you get too excited. You have to learn to control yourself." Megumi ruffles his hair and straightens up with another gesture. "Follow."
Sukuna does, bumping his legs as they head into the living room. Megumi picks a spot on the rug and directs him there, patting his head lightly when he obeys.
"Be a good boy and stay."
Megumi stands back from him, watching his expression, looking for that glimmer of hunger when his fingers reach for the first button, and just like clockwork- Sukuna's eyes widen. Megumi smiles, threads the first button free, then another, and another, and Sukuna's arms flex like the tension in his body is too much for him to be completely still.
Megumi smiles, eyes drifting down to his cock still snug in its rubber cage. The shirt comes off, revealing his torso, miles of soft pale flesh just perfect for marks. Sukuna's almost shaking, but he hasn't been given permission to move.
He jitters in place, gaze tracking every inch revealed to him, the slightest whimper slipping out when his cock starts to swell against its confines.
"Be good," Megumi repeats, and Sukuna endures, despite the way the sound of the shirt hitting the floor makes heat surge up through his body.
He wants to dash toward him, beg for the cage to be removed, rub himself everywhere he can, but no, he's good, he's good, he's good.
Megumi starts on his belt and casually drops it to the floor while lining his pink lips with his tongue. His pants hang low on his hips, enough to reveal the top of his black boxer shorts and Sukuna's already wiggling in place.
"You're being so good, Mutt."
There it is, the deep desperate long whine accompanied by palm pats and more wriggling.
"Just a little more baby and you'll get your reward."
Megumi pulls down the zipper of his pants, lets the loose material slip to the floor, and pile around his ankles.
And it's just too much for Sukuna on his first training. He comes rushing up to Megumi, nearly tackling him. His nose grinds between his thighs, arms and knees clenching as he tries to hump his leg.
Megumi's voice gets even firmer as he pries Sukuna off of him by his hair.
"No, bad dog. Back now."
It takes a few seconds of wrangling, but Megumi gets him on his back again, knees and paws in the air, belly revealed in his submission.
"You're in big trouble," he keeps him held down and reaches for his cock, wrapping all his slender fingers around it. He jerks steadily.
A groan of pain fills the air. Sukuna's heart goes a mile a minute. His body tenses, limbs twitching. It's only when his eyes take on a pleading look that Megumi's hand stops.
"Hey," his voice softens again, but less babyish and more kind and concerned. "Give me a color, you can, right?"
Sukuna is so deep in the headspace it takes a few seconds for him to understand what's being asked of him. He takes a breath and squeaks out a "yellow" with barely any strength in his voice.
"Okay, let's slow down," Megumi says, running his fingers through the loose strands hanging over Sukuna's sweating forehead. "You want some water?"
Sukuna nods, and Megumi leans down to kiss between his brows.
"Be right back, okay, two seconds."
Megumi hops up and goes quickly into the kitchen to grab a chilled water bottle and a bendy straw.
"Sit up, baby," he calls as he returns, kneeling beside him.
As soon as Sukuna is upright, Megumi puts a comforting and steady hand on his back, then pokes the straw through the side of the muzzle. After a few tries, Sukuna's lips wrap around the straw, cool water pulling him further from the depths.
It's okay, they'll get back into it. Megumi provides a few kisses to his shiny temple, to the top of his head, rubbing up and down his back until they're calmer and ready to start again.
"I'll edge you only once, okay? Or do you think you can handle more?" Megumi asks.
The intensity of the up and down is more than Sukuna anticipated, so he takes the offer immediately when he gets his punishment reduced.
Tensions are controlled, and their feeling of security leads to a couple of shared fond looks. They press their foreheads together, embrace and rock for a few seconds.
And then it's back to business.
Megumi's hands return to holding Sukuna down and stroking his cock from around the cage. He whines and writhes, hips bucking along with his hand, but every time his cock strains against the rubber rings, he's struck with mild uncomfortable pain. Sukuna sinks back to the headspace quickly, trying his best to behave. No biting, no fighting, no cumming. He thinks it over and over, pulse rising again at Megumi's long, careful strings of insults.
"Only good dogs get to breed. You think your dirty cock is good enough, huh? You think you deserve to breed when you can't obey?"
Megumi lets go of his cock, flattens his fingers, and pats them lightly against the skin beneath Sukuna's balls. He jolts up, and whimpers again, the tingling in his scalp making precum bubble at his cock tip despite the straining.
Then Megumi stops, lets him breathe and come down from the next rise of tension.
"Alright, you're being good now. When I take off the cage you're going to stay, okay?"
He unlocks it and slowly pulls it off. Sukuna's cock springs to life from relief, and he sighs, body going limp atop the rug.
"Good boy,"
Sukuna blinks, smiling under the muzzle, the haziness returning. His eyes squint up at the return of Megumi's hand, fingers lightly squeezing and massaging.
"Good boy, very good boy,"
Oh, he's got him now. His eyelashes flutter, and he arches under Megumi, who can feel his pulse quickening in the vein of his cock. The fingers stay slow, gentle, coaxing his cock to full staff and higher even. The soothing touch is peaking him fast and he has to make noise to let him know.
Megumi picks up on it quickly, hand slowing to a stop.
"Don't cum, you hold it in, save it all for me, remember, that's it. Very good boy,"
Sukuna jostles but lets the feeling slip away. He's burning under his skin now, aching for release after so many times on the brink. His cock hurts, his balls are heavy and full, and tears are starting to prickle at the edges of his eyes.
Sukuna's tongue lolls out under the muzzle, a bit of drool running down his chin as his stiff cock settles into a steady throb. His pulse is still fast, but he's calmer now, sitting atop the haze of arousal.
"You've been so so good, I think it's time for you reward."
Megumi stands. Finally, he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and peels his boxer briefs away, tossing them to the rest of his long-forgotten clothing. He rests a hip on the couch and pats the cushion beside him.
"Up,"
Sukuna obliges, slowly because of how hard he is, but soon enough, he's climbed up beside him, awaiting his next order.
Megumi gets on his hands and knees, tight little ass in the air. He brings a hand between his own thighs, fingers spreading himself open to reveal just how wet he is from all the teasing.
"Up," Megumi repeats, and Sukuna lunges into action.
He mounts like it's instinct, hands landing firmly on his hips as he lines up and slides in with one slick push, groaning loud from the sheer relief.
Megumi joins him with a sharp cry, suddenly full. It's a relief to him as well. Since they started he's been running a mess into his underwear, savoring every moment of Sukuna's mischievousness, enacting discipline, and his eventual obedience.
Now? Now he can just-
"Fuck me,"
Even before the first word is out, Sukuna's hips are snapping forward, frantic, hungry, low growls coming from him with every slap of skin to skin.
All at once, the room is swirling, pleasure bursting in Megumi's skull and pouring down the length of his spine.
Everything's led up to this for Sukuna, the heaven of fucking his boyfriend hard without a coherent thought in his head. He's just a dog; all he knows how to do is play and breed. Sukuna's fingers squeeze tighter, the sound of Megumi- no- Owner's voice egging him on, only deepening his already blissful haze.
There's nothing in the world but this, there's nowhere else to be. Everything falls away, and he's left with cravings and a slick sheath to bury his cock into repeatedly.
It's such a hard and heavy bump and grind. Megumi's breathing labors as he's thrust against the couch cushions over and over. Sweat beads on his forehead, face flushed pink, soft moans slipping from his open mouth. He can't concentrate when the feel of Sukuna's pounding cock is this good, hits all his nerves just right. The hands on his hips are so firm, fingers digging, the piston-like pace sending heat through his skin in steady rising and falling waves.
"G-good boy," he gasps out, and the slaps get louder. The desperate whine from the beast behind him only pushes him deeper into the fog. "Such a good boy- ah- nnn-"
He arches down, Sukuna's cock driving right against his spot. Megumi's teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his hands clench around the cushions, every burst of pleasure bringing him closer and closer.
It's amazing how worked up they get each other, how all that planning has turned them into an absolute feral mess of crashing bodies.
"Ju-ust like that-" Gasp. "Good boy good- ah-" Whine. "Fuck- breed me, Mutt, breed me now.'
Sukuna lets out a guttural groan, so deep, so full, louder than any sound he's made before, and Megumi's mouth falls wide open at the final snap of their hips together. Warm cum spills inside him, and in secobds, he's there, clenching up to milk every last drop from Sukuna's twitching cock.
"Good boooooy," his own voice is dreamy, euphoric, eyes half-lidded as he pushes his hips back against him. "Such a big load," He praises. "You saved it all for me didn't you?"
When Sukuna's peak starts to dip, his entire weight drops on top of Megumi. They collapse on the couch cushions panting hard, a mere tangle of sweaty sticky limbs, too spent to do anything but bask in the glow of completion.
It feels like minutes past, both floating and high, unwilling to move just yet. And when Megumi turns his head to get a glimpse of Sukuna's face, the pretty glaze on his red eyes has him grinning. Lips trail up the muzzle to the sliver of his exposed cheek.
"Good boy." Megumi says.
"Fuck." Sukuna's voice is gravelly, gone from not being used but slowly coming back.
Megumi laughs and wiggles under Sukuna, dislodging a hand from beneath them both and reaching around to pet his boyfriend's hair.
"You doing okay?"
"Hnnn," Sukuna moans. "Amazing, you?"
"Also amazing,"
"Dun wanna move,"
"We can stay for a bit,"
Sukuna grunts and they settle in. The next few minutes are full of whispered conversation, both checking in as much as their muddled minds can. Sukuna's beefy arms cage around Megumi's torso, his softening cock still snugly buried inside him.
It's warm. It's comfortable. The closeness and skinship so soothing, but eventually, they have to move. Sukuna slides out, and Megumi flips over, fingers finding the strap of the muzzle and undoing it. The moment his mouth is free, they kiss, cling, mutter "I love you's" and praise to each other about all they've just done. Sukuna eases his cock back inside Megumi, and somehow they're at it again, slower, deeper. Every roll of hips is a thank you, every grind is a compliment, and every wash of tingles just a testament to the trust they've built between them.
They rise and fall together, eyes locked, mouth's latched, connecting in every way they can as they leisurely bring themselves to climax again atop the couch cushions. It's another few minutes of savoring the glow beneath their skin before enough is enough.
There are more needs and more care necessary.
Sukuna sits back, and Megumi gets up to fetch his sandwich as well as more water. He also pops into the restroom to run the bath. Food gets consumed, and their usual pace returns to them on the gradual fall of all the hormones dancing through their bodies.
Then hand in hand, they go to the bathroom, where a half-full tub is waiting for them. Megumi steps in first and holds out his arms, letting Sukuna climb in after and stretch atop him. Scrubbing down is just as unrushed as every part of their aftercare. They have the whole night to sing their gratitude and share their happiness.
When washing is done, Megumi hugs Sukuna's head to his chest, snuggling deeper into the steaming water.
"We should definitely do that again," Megumi pipes up in a quiet lull.
Sukuna sighs, brushing his wet lips across Megumi's collarbone, utterly content being babied and cradled in his boyfriend's slender arms.
"We should."
It's settled. They'll plan another scene, but for now, they're glad to stay like this until the water turns cold and exhaustion pushes them to bed for a good night's sleep.