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It's kind of scary looking.
It's an interesting mix of pink and white, covered in ridges and spines and a small amount of suckers. Small nubs. Something like an eye in the middle? It looks like it's supposed to be a flattened mass of tentacles, if Sukuna is supposed to guess.
But what is it?
What the hell was Fushiguro leaving lying around the kitchen, glowing in the dark like a menacing piece of silicone— ooooh. Really?
He was putting this half flat thing in his pussy and Sukuna was right here?
It takes Sukuna about half a second longer to realize he's probably rubbing off on it, not shoving it anywhere. Huh. Beats a plain pillow.
It's just as Sukuna is picking it up that he hears a door open in the hall. The house is dark, and there's a chance Fushiguro won't come back out to the kitchen. He hears the bathroom door open and close. Sukuna doesn't put the thing down, marveling at it in the dark. It's a pretty color.
The door opens and closes again. Feet quietly pad down the hall and they stop outside the kitchen. Sukuna looks up and can see Fushiguro's form in the doorway. Busted. But not Sukuna, Megumi. There is silence and Sukuna wonders, if he stares hard enough, will he see Megumi vibrate with anxiety? "Where'd you get that?" His voice is a little hoarse with sleep. Maybe from moaning loudly while Sukuna was out.
Sukuna turns to face the doorway, smiling in the darkness. "Right here, actually. I didn't think you'd be one to leave your toys out in the kitchen. Or did you use it out here, too?"
Sukuna hears his feet against the floor before he catches better sight of him, the small amount of light filtering in through the window above the sink illuminating Megumi from the waist down. He knows he's reaching for the toy, and Sukuna's arms raise like he's a teen again, bullying some punk at school or on the street. "Grow up, Sukuna. Give it back."
"Oh, no. Like hell I am. It's a thrill just seeing you squirm over knowing that I know you're rubbing off on a silicone tentacle. You should learn to embrace your little bits of sin, Fushiguro." He takes a step back as Megumi jumps in an attempt to grab the toy. "Beg, I'll consider it."
"Please, just give it back." That was oddly quick and unsatisfying.
"No."
"Sukuna, for fuck's sake."
"I wanna watch you use it."
"Fuck you, no."
"Then you're gonna have to buy another one, Fushiguro. Or do you have a few of these?" There's silence. "Oh, is this your favorite one?"
"I fucking swear—"
"Let me watch."
Silence again. "Are you serious?"
"Like the heart attack you're close to having. Or conniption fit."
Megumi is still for several seconds before his hand fists in Sukuna's shirt and moves to drag him out of the kitchen. His grip is surprisingly strong and so is his pull. Sukuna doesn't bother resisting, just whistles like the piece of garbage he is. He only hands the toy over once they're in Megumi's room and once he's flipped on the lights. There's a brief moment where their eyes adjust and the toy is snatched out of his hands. He's surprised Megumi doesn't just try to throw him out right after. His face is turning pink and Sukuna can't help but grin. "Just stand there."
As if he would. As Megumi moves to grab a domed pillow out from his closet, Sukuna rolls Megumi's desk chair closer to the bed and takes a seat. The glare he gets is unmistakable but Megumi doesn't stop his prep. Shorts removed, lube applied, he sets the tentacle thing down on the pillow and mounts it. "Ah, ah. Face this way. Think I'm here just to watch your small ass shake a little?"
Megumi's shoulders hunch. "You're here to humiliate me, that should be enough."
"That's only half the fun, kitten. C'mon, turn around."
But Megumi does, ears and chest already pink. It's cute. He readjusts before he leans forward and closes his eyes, hips writhing as he grinds down on the toy.
It's… interesting to watch, to say the least. After the first few minutes, he relaxes, maybe letting go of Sukuna's presence or perhaps no longer caring. He trembles, bites his lip. His fingers clench tightly in the bedding, releases it in short bursts before clenching again. His breaths are shaky when he inhales, and soon his soft moans escape from his throat. He leans back up, balancing himself on the pillow instead as his hips begin to move in shorter rocks, tense and no longer as languid. Sukuna is surprised by how much he's turned on by watching Megumi basically hump a pillow like he has no self-control.
Megumi jolts when Sukuna stands, hips stilling as his eyes shoot open. He's panting like he just ran a marathon and he's watching Sukuna like a deer caught in his headlights. "Don't stop on my behalf, but you could slow down." Megumi's shudder is delicious, and he continues to watch as Sukuna moves, turns his head like a startled animal as he kneels on the bed behind him. "Go on." He watches Megumi's throat bob as he swallows. And to his credit he goes right back to it, hips rolling a little slower, body shaking with Sukuna's presence behind him. He gasps loudly the moment Sukuna's fingertips trail along his spine, starting from the small of his back and slowly crawling up. His touch is barely there but Megumi's body is covered in goosebumps, shivering like the room is freezing.
Sukuna's fingers slowly slip into his hair and scrape against his scalp before tightening in the strands to tug Megumi's head back. Megumi's moan is loud and raucous, eyes fluttering shut and mouth held open to the ceiling. His hips still, fingers twitching against the pillow. "Sukuna," he says, biting and licking his bottom lip.
"Go on, be a good boy."
He starts up again, back arching with Sukuna's grip in his hair. His moans leave openly, and Sukuna can feel every shiver and tremble and jolt of pleasure that runs through Megumi's body. "Tell me how it feels," Sukuna breathes against his ear.
"It's good," Megumi pants. His next breath is choked and tight, Sukuna's free hand slipping under his shirt to pinch and tug his nipple. "T-texture…" He peters off, voice degrading to noisy moans and stuttered breathing. His hips work in tight jerks. The noise he makes when Sukuna twists his nipple is nothing short of lovely, his legs shaking and his breaths faster. His head jerks in Sukuna's grip and soon he stills, falling back against Sukuna's chest. "Fuck," he mutters, lips pursing together once he opens his eyes.
Sukuna's hand slips down to grip his hip tightly and forces him to move again. Megumi gasps and shakes, attempting to lift himself off the pillow. "I didn't say stop."
"I didn't," Sukuna repeats.
Megumi trembles against Sukuna, even attempts to rise to his feet. It's clear he wants to get away and Sukuna just can't have that. He slowly grinds against Megumi's ass, his next exhale shaking slightly. "I don't believe for a second you hop off of this thing after one go."
"I do," Megumi mutters. His head remains tipped back and he reaches for Sukuna's thighs. His fingers dig in, and Sukuna isn't sure if he's trying to hurt him with his little kitten claws or attempting to ground himself in something warm. "I'm done." He whines and shakes when Sukuna just keeps forcing him to move, his body spasming between limp and tense as he does. It doesn't take long for him to remain tense, small hurt sounds that leave his throat devolving back into delicious moans.
"Look at you. Surprised you don't have a mirror right here to watch yourself get off like the little slut you are." Sukuna speaks right against his ear and gently tugs the lobe between his teeth. He releases Megumi's hair in favor of his throat, gently strokes and pets and tests. He can feel the roll of his abdomen at the touch, can feel Megumi begin to grind on his own again. "That's it," he purrs. His finger and thumb tighten just below his jaw and release just as Megumi's hips jerk subtly. He gives him a moment and continues on like that; squeeze, jerk, release; squeeze, jerk, release. Megumi's nails claw at his jeans as he begins to bounce between rolls of his hips. His ass rubs firmly against Sukuna's cock as he does. Sukuna's hand slips from Megumi's hip to his stomach, holding him there. "Let me fuck you."
He shakes his head, continues to rock and fights Sukuna's hands. "You were just supposed to watch," he whines, his breaths short and heavy huffs.
Sukuna's hand dips lower, rubs along the mess of lube and slick that is Megumi's sex while he keeps him still. Despite his fretting, Megumi moans at the touch, clit hot and swollen against his hand. He'll get what he wants, he got this far after all. "You can't be serious, you're bouncing— "
"It's an egg." Megumi tips his head back and breathes, rutting against Sukuna's hand as much as he can. He chokes on his next breath as Sukuna's fingers dip between his folds and press into his pussy.
Well, it wasn't a lie. He can feel it in there, relatively small for the hungry hole clenching around his fingers. It's textured too, ridges and bulges which Sukuna can't determine help or hinder pushing the silicone out. "Fuck," Sukuna exhales at nearly the same time Megumi does. "You got up to come ride this thing again, didn't you?"
"Fuck off." Sukuna presses more to push the egg out the way and hooks his fingers. "Fuck, fuck!" He rocks his fingers back and forth, ignoring the length of the grinder pressing its squishy ridges into the back of his hand. And he keeps on until Megumi's a babbling mess, head lolled back and mouth agape as he cums again.
"Messy," Sukuna coos once he slowly removes his fingers. Megumi's hands loosely take his wrist and he allows it, moaning softly against his ear once Megumi's lips wrap around his fingers to lick them clean.
Not in a million years did he think he would see Megumi like this but fuck if he was going to question it. And he doesn't question it as Megumi shifts a little and turns around, doesn't question it while he's tugging Sukuna's belt and jeans open. All he does is shift a bit to make it easier, and leans forward to slap Megumi's ass once, hard. "Keep it moving."
Though Megumi glares up at him, his hips begin to rock and roll, back and forth and slowly in a circle. Without warning he takes Sukuna's cock quickly into his mouth and down his throat. Megumi's moan is muffled and outmatched by Sukuna's, his hand immediately digging into Megumi's hair to hold him down. In his head, there are words but not a single one leaves his mouth, just unbidden grunts as Megumi slowly begins to bob his head. He barely rises, allowing his throat to work around Sukuna's cock while his tongue and lips caress the rest of his length. And it's going to be the fastest orgasm of his life, watching Megumi rut furiously down on that grinder, like he just needed something in his mouth to get off one more time. "Cock slut," Sukuna murmurs and grunts, taking control of Megumi's head to fuck his mouth and throat.
It's a short whimper that fights to escape that makes Megumi choke and it sets Sukuna off. The press of his throat, the slight pressure of Megumi's teeth guarded by his lips. The fight of his neck and shoulders against Sukuna's grip. He mostly cums in Megumi's mouth but pulls his head back to paint several strips over his face. Megumi squeezes his eyes shut with a gasp, panting softly as he twitches faintly, fingers digging tightly into the bedding. His mouth hangs open as he grimaces, managing to glare with one eye open. "I hate you," he murmurs and clears his throat.
Sukuna ignores him, slips his cock back into his mouth instead of responding and listens to Megumi choke before he adapts again. He's beginning to think that glare suits Megumi just fine when his mouth is full. "That's better."