want your love in every flavor

by lonelytown

Summary:

Something in Megumi’s eyes shifts. His lips part the slightest bit when Yuuji runs his thumb over his bottom lip to free it from his teeth. A part of Yuuji wonders how risky it would be to tempt his thumb past Megumi’s lips, how it would feel slick and wet on his tongue. The way Megumi is looking at him tells him that he wouldn’t have any qualms with welcoming Yuuji’s fingers in his mouth.

But, alas, two issues pose themselves: they're in public surrounded by other people, and they’re two best friends who haven’t discussed anything prior to this about being more than best friends.

Notes:

• For megumiblues.

The air is cool and bitter on Yuuji’s tongue as he steps out of his car, already fixing to light his next cigarette. It’s the only thing that keeps him warm on the inside while he waits, back pressed to the front passenger’s door. 

From the entrance of the apartment complex comes a red-cheeked Nobara, fingerless gloves on her hands and a beret keeping her hair tidy. In a long skirt with a slit running from the hem to her upper thigh, and a button up coat with a pair of laced boots, she’s dressed more suitably for a trip to an art museum rather than a house party for people who have nothing better to do on their Wednesday night.

Whoever decided it would be a good idea to hold a party on a week night in late November obviously makes questionable decisions—because who the fuck has a party on a Wednesday, of all days. But then he thinks that Panda, the one who convinced all of them it would be a good idea to go, makes even more questionable decisions. 

Ultimately, it comes back to all of them who agreed to go. So, in reality, they’re no better than a stack of dominos waiting to make the one in front of them fall. 

Nobara joins him, plucking the cigarette from his lips and placing it between her own. Blowing the smoke out, she clings to Yuuji’s side while they wait for their third counterpart. “I can’t believe you’re going to a party looking like that,” Nobara voices in an offended tone. 

Looking down at his clothes, Yuuji takes in the ratty pair of Chucks that survived half of his high school career and half of his college career before he dropped out. The left shoe is held together by black duct tape, but it only adds to the punk rock aesthetic in his opinion.

Then there are his jeans, easily his most attention grabbing pair with white and black stripes on one leg while the other leg is plain, black denim. All that’s left is his leather jacket and the black button up tucked into his jeans. 

It’s the best he’s looked in months, he thinks. The Cursed only performing in bars and practicing in his mom’s garage doesn’t call for overly formal wear, and Yuuji is hardly one for parties these days.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks in genuine curiosity, taking the cigarette back only to flick it to the ground and stub it out with his shoe. “Mom said I looked nice.”

“That’s also what she said when Panda accidentally dyed his hair highlighter yellow,” Nobara snorts. She wraps her arms around one of Yuuji’s, and the frosty tip of her nose brings goosebumps to Yuuji’s skin when it touches his neck. “Looked like a fuckin’ tennis ball for two months.” 

When he thinks about it, Nobara is right. He remembers his mother’s poorly concealed cringe behind a reassuring smile when seeing the result of Panda’s struggle in Yuuji’s bathroom. She only said that so Panda wouldn’t panic even more than he already was, though.

On the other hand, she seemed sincere when telling Yuuji his outfit looked good, so he takes Nobara’s comment and disregards it. 

“Did Megumi get sucked into another dimension or something? Where the hell is he?” Yuuji groans, tempted to go in and retrieve Megumi himself. 

No doubt the others are already at the party, and he would’ve been too had Nobara and Megumi not asked for a lift. He should’ve had Toge pick them up instead, let him be the one to deal with the more unpunctual and brattier half of their band.

“He was still trying to squeeze into the new clothes he bought when I left,” Nobara informs. “We went shopping yesterday but he didn’t try anything on at the store.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Yuuji mutters under his breath, not the least bit surprised. 

Their youngest member has a closet large enough to dress appropriately for any occasion, but too much is never enough for him, and his decision making with clothes these days is rather impulsive. 

Seek the devil and ye shall find him; Megumi comes blundering past the front doors towards them. His hair looks fluffy yet loaded down with product at the same time, and his winged eyeliner is the sharpest it’s ever been.

Not only that, but Yuuji is taken by surprise seeing Megumi in black jeans with enough holes in them to barely be considered jeans, fishnet tights underneath, along with his usual black boots. What really catches Yuuji off guard is the velvet, red crop top fitted tightly to his upper torso. 

He knows Megumi has been wanting to experiment with his style more recently, but he didn’t expect such a bold leap so quickly. Like this, the belly button piercing he got last year is visible, its silver charm glinting underneath the street light. 

Even the outline of his chest is clear through the velvet, including the hardened perk of his nipples. The shirt itself has bell sleeves which adds a sinfully cute factor to the entire outfit. The sight leaves Yuuji feeling compelled to swallow down the guilt of thirsting over his best friend. 

“That wasn’t a crop top when I last saw it,” Nobara notes with amusement as Megumi jogs up to them. 

“It was too tight,” Megumi mutters, but Yuuji and Nobara look at each other and roll their eyes in unison. What had Megumi been expecting after not trying the shirt on before buying it? “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he says, motioning towards his exposed self. 

Only for a second more does Yuuji check out Megumi. The curves of his waist, the very faint outline of abs, and the hip tattoos peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. He swats his hand against Megumi’s stomach, snickering at the startled gasp Megumi lets out. 

“Let’s go before all of us freeze out here. I’ve been waiting forever ,” Yuuji whines, already detaching himself from Nobara to go to the driver’s side. 

As he slips into the car, he hears the two outside bickering over who gets shotgun. When the passenger door opens, he sees a smug looking Megumi get in beside him while Nobara makes herself comfortable in the backseat. 

In the rear view mirror, Megumi pokes his tongue out at Nobara between a cocky smirk, causing her to flip him off. As a warning, Yuuji places his hand on Megumi’s nearly bare thigh and squeezes the muscle. Just barely does he notice how Megumi grows lax under his touch. 

“Save the trouble for the party, please. Mom would kill me if I wreck because my friends were idiots,” Yuuji cautions, slipping his hand from Megumi’s thigh to shift into drive. The other two snicker at Yuuji’s reasonable concern. 

“What do you think it’ll be like?” Megumi asks, sounding rather bored. Similarly to Yuuji, Megumi isn’t much of a partier. If anything, Yuuji is more of one than he is, but Megumi is good at pretending to be what he isn’t. “The address was for one of the fancy neighborhoods, wasn’t it?”

“That’s what Yuuta said,” Nobara replies. “Probably some college trust fund baby taking advantage of their parents being out of town.”

“It sounds like the last place Toge would wanna be,” Yuuji mentions. The car goes quiet for a moment as the GPS tells him to take a left. 

“You know how it is with those two,” Megumi adds. “Yuuta goes and Toge follows, vice versa.”

Yuuji tries not to think about how he’s the same way with Megumi. Even though Megumi is younger, he finds himself trailing after Megumi on most occasions. But sometimes the same can be said for Megumi too. It’s never a surprise to find Megumi following closely behind him even if it’s just to grab a drink from the kitchen. 

“They’re gross. Wish they’d get their shit together already,” Nobara muses, and Yuuji would agree if he didn’t know that, somewhere in there, Nobara was talking about him and Megumi as well. 

While Yuuji has always been enamored by his best friend, something only shifted a few months ago. What was almost a drunken hookup during a loose cannon of a party. In a secluded and dark corner, they could be found—the ghosting of lips, fingertips digging into sides and shoulders, being interrupted by Nobara. 

The next morning, Yuuji remembered all of it, and Megumi either didn't or pretended not to.

It should have been pushed aside right then and there. A mistake that almost happened, but luckily didn't. Unfortunately, the memories come back each time Megumi does something that makes Yuuji's system flare with greedy desire.

And Nobara, having been the one to see it secondhand, is the one Yuuji goes to during his times of struggle. The mouthful of gay panic she’ll be getting from Yuuji at the end of the night will never reach its end. 

“Seeing as one of them can’t take hints and the other doesn’t know how to give hints, I can’t see that happening anytime soon,” Megumi deadpans. 

Yuuji meets Nobara’s eyes in the rear view mirror. The judgment in Nobara’s gaze is clear, but Yuuji merely winks at her and looks back to the road. Deflection at its finest. 

The last road the GPS tells him to turn onto is an uphill, winding road that takes them past many houses that are more like mansions. Each and every one of them worth more than Yuuji’s own life, he’s sure. Most of them have pools and hedges, driveways gated off from the main road. 

Just for a moment, Yuuji likes to imagine that his house is one further up the hill. He has all the money and more to spoil Megumi the way he deserves. And possibly buy some clothes that actually fit him properly.

Maybe then, Yuuji’s well-being won’t crash and burn pathetically.

When the GPS says they’ve reached their destination, they’re by the open driveway of one of the largest houses on the street. A brighter colored house with less modern features, taking on the design relative to a villa. 

Although it’s not even December, there are already Christmas decorations in the front yard. A giant, inflatable snowman greets those walking to the front door, and plastic candy canes line the borders of the gardens. Strings of Christmas lights illuminate the fringe of the house and make the house the most colorful one for miles. 

Whoever the host is, they have more festivity in their pinky finger alone than what Yuuji has in his whole body. He begins to wonder what exactly they signed up for going into this. 

After Yuuji manages to find a spot on the road to park, the three of them get out of the car. His used Honda looks like an antique compared to most of the cars already here—if it could even be called an antique and not a piece of junk. 

Nobara comes up between him and Megumi, wrapping her arms around both of their necks. “If they pull out Christmas carol karaoke in the middle of November, you’ll find me in the kitchen getting plastered so I don’t have to remember any of it tomorrow.” 

Slotting through, Nobara walks past them and begins heading for the entrance. The front door opens for her instantly, someone welcoming her in before the door shuts behind them. 

That leaves the two of them outside, alone by Yuuji’s car. Taking a deep breath in, Yuuji puts his arm around Megumi’s upper back. “What do you say we go in, Megumin?”

“Yuuji, wait,” Megumi says, unmoving despite Yuuji having ushered him forward. When Yuuji looks back at him, he sees him with his arms crossed over his stomach, appearing a little apprehensive. “You don’t think it’s too much, do you? I’ve never worn this type of stuff in public before.”

Turning around, Yuuji makes sure that he’s facing Megumi and that he has Megumi’s undivided attention. He rubs his hands up and down Megumi’s arms, hoping that the gesture conveys his assurances.

“Baby,” he murmurs, holding back a quiet breath of laughter at the way Megumi’s eyes widen in surprise at the affectionate name, the colors of the Christmas lights reflected back in them. “You’re gonna be the best dressed person in there. Nobody’s gonna know what to do with themselves once they see you.”

Megumi’s cheeks turn red, but Yuuji tells himself that it’s a product of being out in the cold for too long. His arms fall from his front, and he brings his hands to toy with the ends of Yuuji’s jacket. “You think so?”

“I know so, but,” Yuuji allows his jacket to slip from his shoulders, and he plays it off as he hands it to Megumi. “You can wear this if you want to ease into things instead of jumping right in. I don’t need it.”

With a soft smile on his face, Megumi takes the jacket and puts it on. It’s a bit big for him given that Yuuji likes his clothes oversized and baggy, but Megumi makes it work anyway. He looks cozy and cute in the jacket, and Yuuji can’t help but to imagine him wearing it all the time, everywhere he goes. 

“I suppose you’re not half bad, Yuuji,” Megumi says with a hint of teasing in his tone. Yuuji can see it in the slight curl in the corner of his mouth. “I might have to keep you around.”

Without another word, Megumi entwines his fingers with Yuuji and drags him along to the entrance. From behind, Yuuji has his eyes on nothing but Megumi. Wearing his jacket and a lingering smirk that makes Yuuji want to tug him back and kiss it off of his face.

He squeezes Megumi’s hand just because he can, and looks down at his shoes in bashfulness when Megumi squeezes back. Although they’ve been friends for years now, Yuuji’s heart still flutters whenever Megumi lets affections spill through his semi-cold demeanor. Perhaps the fluttering has only gotten worse over time the more Yuuji’s feelings have grown. 

If Megumi does indeed think he’s worth having by his side , then Yuuji doesn’t need anything else. He has all he needs in the palm of his hand. Even if it’s just for tonight. 

Before Megumi can even plant the first knock, the door is opening for them. Standing before them is Yuuta, looking all too anxious as he drags them in by Megumi’s hand that was still in the air prepared to knock. 

As the door shuts, Yuuji feels the cool breeze of air brush over his back, and shiver runs down his spine. The price he pays for giving up his jacket, but not something he would take back doing. Not after seeing how brightly Megumi’s eyes lit up after putting on the leather article. 

“It’s about time you guys joined us. What were you even doing out there? Oh, hey, isn’t this Yuuji’s?” Yuuta asks, picking at Megumi’s sleeve. Before either can answer, Yuuta waves a dismissive hand through the air. “Nevermind, I don’t want to know. I’ve been a nervous wreck since we got here. Panda set us up without telling us. There’s someone important here.”

“What’s he gotten us into this time?” Megumi asks with a hint of cynicism. 

Panda is always trying to find shows and festivals for them to play at, people to scout them. They like to refer to him as the unofficial manager for The Cursed , but one that doubles as their friend too. Which isn’t always a good thing, because it also means his nose is in their business more than an average manager’s would be. 

“He convinced this one record label owner to check us out. Said the guy’s been looking for an upcoming band with promising potential, and told him that he had the perfect group in mind. Now we’re here. But I think I saw the guy earlier and he looks terrifying,” Yuuta frets, gnawing on his bottom lip and tugging at his sleeves. “He’s big and tall and has tattoos and gauges. Looks like he’d eat someone like me for breakfast.” 

“Seriously?” Yuuji gasps, mouth agape as he processes Yuuta’s words. 

Their past opportunities to get signed never worked out. The scouts claimed to like them, but concluded that they weren’t what companies are looking for at the moment. 

Overtime, the rejection started to irritate Yuuji. It took a toll on all of them, wondering if they were best to quit or give their go at a different genre. The only thing that kept them together was the fact that they had already come so far and worked so hard, and quitting felt too extreme. 

This sounds promising though, so he figures it’s worth a shot. 

Nodding, Yuuta ushers Megumi and Yuuji further into the house. “We just need to behave and make sure Nobara doesn’t get too drunk.” Then Yuuta bids them an anxious see you later to go find Toge, the only one who can calm him down in these situations. 

Yuuji and Megumi go to the entrance of the living room which looks as if it could fit four times the space of Yuuji’s bedroom in it. There’s many people flooding the room, but none of them are Nobara—the lack of whom is mildly concerning. 

Then they hear Nobara’s loud laughter bubbling from what Yuuji guesses is the kitchen. It sounds like she’s already on her way to making bad decisions if she hasn’t already started. With an eye roll, Megumi points over his shoulder to the kitchen with his thumb. 

“I’m gonna keep an eye on her,” Megumi says, and Yuuji nods, figuring that the time away from Megumi will help him to regain his composure. 

“I’ll be here,” Yuuji shrugs, watching Megumi walk off and disappear around the corner. Sighing, he stares at the last visible space that Megumi filled before going out of sight. “Waiting for you.”

Thankfully, there’s a spot on the couch empty for Yuuji to sit down on. It allows him to observe the people in and around the room, seeing how most of them are dressed in clothing similar to his. If this had been a formal party, he would have no doubt stood out in the crowd. 

A mixture of songs of different genres plays from the speakers, and some people are dancing but most are mingling. The couple making out on the other end of the couch Yuuji is sitting on seem to be getting along splendidly as well. 

Yuuji debates on whether or not he should move somewhere more quiet or pull his phone out to look less like a creep who takes to people watching. Would it be such an inconvenience for him to message Maki or Toge and ask them to save him?

Yuuji only perks up when the music switches to something he’s more in tune with, but it doesn’t make him feel any less awkward. He’s not so much of a fun time when around people he’s not that familiar with, only letting himself really go as long as someone he knows is beside him. 

Slumping in his seat, he spreads his legs and bounces his knee to the beat. In any other circumstance, he could at least hope to find someone to take home at the end of the night. Send Nobara and Megumi home with Maki or Toge. 

However, his devotion to Megumi has grown sickening over their time together. He learnt the hard way that he can’t even hook up with other people without wishing it was Megumi instead, and others don’t deserve that, even if they are just hook ups. 

Acceptance was understanding that he has it bad for Megumi. Completely down and out for the one with a smile that bites and thighs that he could only dream of having his head crushed between. He can hear Nobara reprimanding him for his cowardice already. 

“How can you be so blind not to see he likes you back?” Nobara had said just a few weeks ago while the two of them were watching Maki and Megumi grab drinks from the bar. “You literally made out before—“

“We didn’t get that far.”

“You would have if I didn’t interrupt.”

Which is something Yuuji couldn’t deny. But Megumi wouldn’t have remembered it the next day either way, and Yuuji would have been worse off knowing how sweet Megumi’s lips are without being able to get a taste for them again. 

The familiar physique of Megumi’s frame is the first thing Yuuji takes notice of when he ventures into the living room. Megumi looks sinful in his tight jeans and fishnets, and most of all, still in Yuuji’s jacket. As soon as Megumi sees him, he strides over as if he’s drawn to Yuuji. All Yuuji can do is anticipate the quickly approaching moment when the two of them can come in contact again.  

Whether they’re on a stage or in the garage, Yuuji always finds Megumi’s eyes beyond his drum set. Sometimes it makes him wonder if their eyes were always meant to magnetize to each other the same way their bodies gravitate towards one another at events such as these. 

Stopping at Yuuji’s shoes, Megumi looks over and sees the rest of the space on the couch taken up by other people. There’s no hesitance when he plops himself down in Yuuji’s lap.

His heart beats out of a steady pace as he breathes in the sweet scent of Megumi’s cologne mixed with his own. Automatically, one of his arms winds around Megumi’s waist while the other pulls Megumi’s legs closer. 

Somewhere in the background, flooding from a speaker, Yuuji hears the lyrics of a song that he knows are hot, heavy, not something he needs to listen to with a lap full of Megumi. Honey, I ain’t through with you. The harder the better, Yuuji momentarily forgets how to function and squeezes Megumi’s thigh. 

“Miss me, Yuuji?” Megumi hooks his arms around Yuuji’s neck, sitting sideways in his lap. In his absence, he somehow acquired a lollipop that looks too tempting between his lips. 

“I was all in my lonesome without you,” Yuuji says dramatically, yet Megumi snickers as if he thinks it was a lie. “Did you track down Nobara?”

The lollipop is released from Megumi’s mouth with a wet ‘pop’ that has Yuuji’s jaw locking. “Mm, yeah. Toge found us and is playing babysitter now between her and Yuuta. Gives him something to do.”

“And what’re you gonna do, baby?” Yuuji asks, gently running his fingertips along the span of Megumi’s exposed thigh. 

When his fingers catch in the tights, he feels the way Megumi’s body briefly freezes. Not even two seconds later, he’s relaxing in Yuuji’s lap again. “I’ll keep you company. It’s a little stuffy in here.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Yuuji takes the lollipop from Megumi’s hand and playfully taps it against Megumi’s bottom lip, ignoring Megumi’s glare. Concentrated, he carefully pushes the lollipop back in Megumi’s mouth. “We can go check out other rooms if you want. There’s gotta be less crowded places somewhere in here.”

“Lead the way, boss.” Megumi says.

Megumi secures the stick of the lollipop between his teeth as he gets up from Yuuji’s lap. He holds his hand out for Yuuji, helping to pull him into a standing position. Without disconnecting their hands, Megumi lets Yuuji lead him away from the living room and through the throngs of people.

As more people come in, the closer the two of them are forced to stick to each other while maneuvering through the house. Megumi practically clings to his back, the warmth of his breath fanning out along Yuuji’s neck. Yuuji decides he needs to find a room for them to take refuge in quickly, or else he may lose his mind from how close they are. 

Considering the last time they were at a party together, it involved him pushing Megumi up against a wall and coming terribly close to ruining him—ruining himself, he’s a bit on edge with all of this.

Getting lost in the house would be easy for outsiders such as Yuuji and Megumi. Most of the rooms are filled with people, but the two manage to find a den-like room at the rear of the house where only a few people are gathered. 

There’s a couch, a loveseat, and two lounge chairs around a large tv on the wall. The table below the tv supports many different types of gaming consoles, and Yuuji can’t help but acknowledge how impressive it is. Their potential employer at least knows how to have fun. 

The other people in the room are caught up in a game of pool on the other side of the den, so Yuuji pulls Megumi over to the loveseat. Despite the space that’s left on Megumi’s side, he still idles up next to Yuuji, leaning into him with a head on his shoulder. 

“You’re clingy tonight, aren’t you?” Yuuji questions, nothing short of endeared, but wondering why Megumi came if he was just going to stay by his side the entire time. “Thought you wanted to party.”

“Two can be a party,” Megumi huffs, staring up at Yuuji with eyes that hold no weight behind their sharp gaze, like a grumpy looking cat. Just the way that makes Yuuji melt. 

“I’m not very fun to be around right now,” Yuuji mumbles, cocking his eyebrow when Megumi frowns at him and pokes his cheek. The spot only comes out a little sore, not too bad. A result of Megumi being gentle with him. “What was that for?”

He’s startled when Megumi slithers into his lap again, hands on his shoulders and a firm gaze boring into his eyes. “You’re one of my favorite people to be around.” 

Megumi’s legs are on either side of his thighs, and Yuuji can only hope that his face isn’t showing the fluster he currently feels. Having the prettiest boy he knows straddling his lap makes the heart in his chest skyrocket. 

It isn’t weird for them to be found together like this, but Yuuji allows too much for his own good. Maybe it’s selfish of him to enjoy how Megumi feels on top of him, how firm his thighs feel under the rough press of his hands. 

Yet, as long as Megumi is willing to give, Yuuji will always be willing to take, as well as the other way around. 

Hands moving up to Megumi’s waist, Yuuji bites his lip when seeing how close his thumbs come to meeting in the middle of Megumi’s torso. “Y’know, I don’t think I told you just how cute you look tonight.” 

Knowing how anxious Megumi was walking into a party in clothes different from his typical modest attire, Yuuji is relieved to see the slight mirth in his expression upon hearing the compliment. He wants Megumi to feel comfortable and confident, even if it comes at the expense of his own sanity. 

“So tell me,” Megumi pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and bites his bottom lip to suppress a smile. The hand not holding the lollipop goes around to play with the hairs by the nape of Yuuji’s neck. 

“Your hair looks really pretty tonight, baby. Makeup too. Like a doll or somethin’.” He rubs the pad of his thumb over Megumi’s pink tinted cheek, swearing that it comes back red after he swipes over it once. “Can hardly take my eyes off of you. Just the prettiest little thing sitting here in my lap.”

Something in Megumi’s eyes shifts. His lips part the slightest bit when Yuuji runs his thumb over his bottom lip to free it from his teeth. A part of Yuuji wonders how risky it would be to tempt his thumb past Megumi’s lips, how it would feel slick and wet on his tongue. The way Megumi is looking at him tells him that he wouldn’t have any qualms with welcoming Yuuji’s fingers in his mouth. 

But, alas, two issues pose themselves: they're in public surrounded by other people, and they’re two best friends who haven’t discussed anything prior to this about being more than best friends.

If anything serious were to happen with Megumi, Yuuji wouldn’t treat it like a fling. Not like what was about to happen at the last party they went to. Especially when it would affect their friendship and the band. 

“And you look smaller in my jacket,” Yuuji murmurs, tugging on the open placket. “S’cute.”

The size difference between the two of them isn’t overly significant, but sometimes Yuuji likes it when Megumi makes himself look smaller. Other times he likes it when Megumi tries to size himself up. Now, however, he enjoys feeling like the bigger one. 

“You look good too, Yuuji.” Megumi cocks his head to the side. The acknowledgement on his lips is followed by his hand trailing down Yuuji’s front. He takes in a deep breath as he touches over the swell of Yuuji’s chest. “ So good.” 

“Yeah? There’s not too many people I’m trying to impress these days,” Yuuji thinks about how he had Megumi in mind while styling his hair away from his forehead. Had hoped it would garner the attention of the younger, but didn’t care what anybody else thought. 

“Am I one of them?” Megumi sucks on the lollipop again, smirking around the strawberry candy. 

“Depends,” Yuuji shrugs, grazing his knuckles over Megumi’s stomach down to his belly button. There, he flicks the piercing forward with his finger. “Are you impressed?”

“Always,” Megumi hums, and the next time he pulls the stick out, the candy itself is all gone. He drops the stick in an empty cup on the coffee table. 

Taking his chances, Yuuji grazes his hands over Megumi’s hips, over the tattoos and further around back. The swell of Megumi’s ass has Yuuji’s breath hitching in his throat, and he hears Megumi’s own breath stutter. Gently, he digs his fingers in and squeezes. 

“Then that’s all that matters.” Yuuji leans his head back against the cushion and looks at Megumi through his eyelashes. Tongue in cheek, he wonders where they go from here. 

Settling his hands on Yuuji’s shoulders, Megumi begins, “Yuuji—“

“What if we ditched the party?” Yuuji questions, deciding that he’s not feeling the scene as much as he was before, if he even had to begin with. The air is too thick and the smell of gingerbread is extremely uncalled for. 

One of the main reasons why he’s here is Megumi, but if Megumi doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself, what’s the point in staying? As long as they’re together, Yuuji thinks they could make watching paint dry more fun than a cluttered party that’s definitely out of season. 

“What about that producer? Aren’t we supposed to wait for him?” Megumi asks, a little thrown off by the sudden suggestion, but still somewhat intrigued.

“We can let one of the others give us details later,” Yuuji shrugs, patting Megumi’s ass before lifting him off of his lap. Standing to his feet, he holds out his hand for Megumi to take. He is nothing if not a man determined to have a good time tonight with Megumi by his side. “Whadd’ya say?”

Briefly, Megumi regards him with a look of hesitance. They probably shouldn’t leave, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing either of them have done. 

When Megumi takes his hand, Yuuji gives him an unrestricted smile, one that bears most of his teeth — the one that’s contagious like a bad cold, except is actually the best thing anyone could ever be exposed to. Megumi shakes his head and laughs, all on display for Yuuji to adore. God, what he’d give to be able to just lean in and kiss him senseless. 

Weaving through the party without being caught by any of their other bandmates, especially Panda, is more of a challenge than expected. For either of them, blending in is almost impossible. Yuuji with his striped jeans and pink hair, and Megumi with his own hair spiked in every which direction.

Yet, they manage to do it successfully anyway, and Yuuji only messages Nobara with an update when the two hop in his car. At least if they’re already gearing to leave, they can’t be stopped and dragged back into the party.

 

Yuuji 11:45pm

Megumi and i left. i’m keeping him for the night

can u let us know what the news is tonight

 

He doesn’t expect a response so soon, but evidently Nobara already had her phone in hand, or was prepared for a text or to send one. 

 

Nobara 11:45pm 

i’m probably gonna go back to toge’s after if u wanna take megumi to the apartment ;)

and yeah apparently this getou guy is very busy and very popular it’s gonna b forever til we talk to him

 

Yuuji 11:46pm

it’s not like that

thnx

 

“So, what do you think that producer’s gonna tell us?” Yuuji asks to fill the silence as they wait for his car to warm up again. 

Frost had already nipped at his windows while they were gone. Until it melts, seeing through his windows is nearly impossible. The air circulates until Yuuji’s breath no longer comes out looking like one of his smoke clouds.

Megumi has his hands tucked under his thighs for warmth. The jacket is zipped to cover his tummy, but the goosebumps are visible through the diamonds of his fishnets. As the heating begins to filter through, his body releases the tension that was pent up from being cold. 

“There’s no way of telling, but…” Megumi trails off momentarily, then sighs. “What if he wants us to record for him?”

“Then you’ll be the prettiest, most talented bassist in the music industry, baby,” Yuuji uses that voice. The others call it his ‘Megumi’ voice; it’s softer around the edges, more gentle than the tone he uses to speak to others. 

He never realized it was a thing he did until they pointed it out, but also ignored them telling him that Megumi suddenly looked as if he had listened to his favorite song for the first time all over again when he used it on him. Captivated, Maki had once described Megumi’s expression as. Purely and utterly so.

Swiping his finger under Megumi’s chin, Yuuji asks, “How does that sound?”

“It sounds like you really are a drummer,” Megumi comments, sounding unimpressed yet the amusement in his expression says otherwise. “You don’t miss a single beat to kiss my ass, do you?” 

The question almost makes Yuuji cackle, but Megumi cuts in before he can let out any sort of response. “But, if we’re laying down compliments tonight, you’ll certainly be the hottest drummer in the industry.” 

With Yuuji’s headlights causing the brake lights of the car in front of them to glow, Megumi’s face is already bathed in a red tint, yet it seems to darken over a short succession of minutes. 

Meanwhile, Yuuji’s heart goes into sorts and flutters against his own accord. Compliments from Megumi often come blanketed in a dry tone and disguised as insults, to which Yuuji would never complain, but it means he becomes dysfunctional when Megumi makes it sound genuine. 

If they make a name for themselves in the industry, if their songs ever get played on the radio, then the whole world will be able to hear the way that Megumi makes Yuuji feel too. The love songs he writes for Megumi, the lyrics he pretends not to have an inspiration for, heard by everyone—yet they’ll never know. 

Who is the person who sets Yuuji’s heart on fire, the one who makes him feel alive and feel as if his heart has lost its own sense of gravity. An adoration that soars into the clouds. He cradles these emotions with a pen and paper, only for him to truly understand. 

It almost feels like a scandalous secret to have. The risk that comes with it, the uncertainty of reward. Either a natural disaster waiting to occur, or a bond that’ll only grow stronger throughout the years. 

“You flatter me too much.” Yuuji clears his throat, realizing he’s gotten too far ahead of himself again. 

But thankfully the windows have finally defrosted, meaning Yuuji can put his mind on driving rather than his silly little thoughts. He shifts out of park and the two make their way out of the fancy neighborhood.

“What’re we going to do now?” Megumi asks, bending his leg at the knee and bringing the sole of his boot onto the edge of the seat. 

If Yuuji’s car wasn’t over ten years old and used, maybe he would have protested the scuff on his seats. Or, maybe he wouldn’t have. He has a terribly hard time saying no to Megumi. Besides, it’s not the worst that the seats have seen. 

“Didn’t plan that far ahead,” Yuuji looks over to Megumi with a sheepish expression. The criteria for his good ideas is just making sure Megumi is having a good time. Everything else comes in along the way, unplanned. 

“I kind of want soft serve,” Megumi hums, tapping his fingers on the car door. His head rolls against the headrest as he stares pleadingly at Yuuji. They say beggars can’t be choosers, but Yuuji would give anything to Megumi that he asked for just with one look alone. 

“On a night this cold? You’ll freeze,” Yuuji says and rests his arm over the console. When he feels his fingers being played with all of a sudden, he moves his hand into Megumi’s lap. “Not to mention it’s almost midnight.”

“You’re such an old man, Yuuji,” Megumi groans, pinching at Yuuji’s palm in retaliation. Although they’re less than a year apart in age, Megumi likes to take the small gap and run with it all he can. “I thought you were supposed to be the wild one between us.”

“Wild? That must’ve been a trend I missed out on back in my day.”

“Like I said: old.”

Yuuji squeezes at Megumi’s thigh in a spot he knows is ticklish, loving the high pitched laughter that escapes Megumi as he repeats the action over and over again. Only when Megumi writhes further down in his seat does it slip into uncharted territory. His hand dangerously close to Megumi’s crotch, still clutched around the inside of his thigh. 

He hears the hitch in Megumi’s breath and feels the stillness of his own. The tickling stops, and all Yuuji can pay attention to is the empty road ahead and the heat between Megumi’s thighs. Tries not to think about how much he’d love for more than just his hand to be nestled in place there. 

Without much thought, he slips his fingers into the hole of Megumi’s jeans. Over the grated material of the fishnets his hand travels, further down until his fingers meet a snug confinement between denim and Megumi’s thigh. Gently, he squeezes again and has to refrain from banging his head back against the seat when Megumi gasps. 

“Here we are,” Yuuji says, mostly to distract himself as they pull into Megumi’s favorite place for ice cream. 

It’s a locally owned shop, but a twenty-four hour one to appease those who come in at unusual hours wanting ice cream, such as Megumi. The name of the place is highlighted with lit up letters on the front of the building, but one of them keeps flickering in and out. The place has seen much better days, but its worn state only adds onto the charm of it. 

After Yuuji puts in the order at the speaker box and drives up to the window, he removes his hand from Megumi’s thigh. The lack of warmth makes his hand feel cold, even when the rest of the car is just as toasty inside. He already misses the feeling of Megumi’s thigh under his palm.

When Megumi finally has his ice cream cone in hand, he takes a large bite from the very top. The sight has Yuuji scrunching his nose in disbelief. Looking away is all he can do to save himself from further disappointment.

“What is it?” Megumi asks.

“I still can’t believe you bite your ice cream. That’s something only heathens do,” Yuuji scoffs, driving to the end of the lot. If they take a left, they’ll head towards Megumi’s apartment. If they take a right, they’ll go to his house. 

Decisions, decisions.

“Nobara bites her ice cream.”

“Yeah, well, Nobara does a lot of questionable things. She’s a heathen too, and you’ve been hanging around her too much.”

While Megumi is in the middle of making his comment of, well we do live together, Yuuji takes a left. To the apartment it is. If Nobara stays with Toge, and likely Yuuta too, then great. If she doesn’t, also great. It won’t matter because they won’t be getting up to anything. At least, not in the way Nobara evidently suspects they will. 

Just as Yuuji glances over at Megumi again, he catches sight of the younger licking a long, flat stripe on the side of the ice cream with his tongue. His eyes widen at the sight, and Megumi lets out a yelp as they momentarily swerve off of the road. Hurriedly, Yuuji yanks the wheel so that they’re back in their designated lane. 

“What the fuck was that?” Megumi complains, and when Yuuji looks over again, he sees the ice cream smeared all over Megumi’s nose.

He can’t help but laugh at the simultaneous shock and distraught shown on Megumi’s face. “I thought I saw a turtle crossing the road.”

“It’s November, Yuuji.”

“So? You think turtles go extinct after October or somethin’?” Yuuji asks jokingly, to which Megumi shrugs. He opens up the glovebox and hands a plethora of fast food napkins to Megumi. “You look like you took a nosedive into a pile of bird shit.”

“So romantic,” Megumi snorts, wiping his nose off. There’s still some residue left that he’ll have to wash off at home, but it doesn’t look as bad as before. “Ten out of ten date, would do again.”

“Oh, is this meant to be a date?” Yuuji cocks an eyebrow at Megumi. 

Paused in the middle of biting into the cone, Megumi is silent long enough to make Yuuji wonder if he said something wrong. It would only be in Yuuji fashion to ruin a good thing when he’s got it, to turn a light mood sour. He bites his tongue as punishment and wonders how bad it would be to drive his car off a cliff somewhere after dropping Megumi off. 

“I dun’no, is it?” Megumi asks after swallowing down his bite of the cone and ice cream. “ Our first date?”

“I mean, I was asking you first.”

This type of conversation is one that makes Yuuji’s heart want to catapult out of his chest. Not the kind he should be engaging in while in the middle of driving, that’s for sure. There can only be so many nonexistent turtles crossing the road before Megumi stops buying his excuses for swerving out of their lane. 

A weak man is the self-proclamation that Yuuji bears, and sure, there’s really no one to blame except for himself, but Megumi sure does a good job at dwindling down his composure more than not. 

“Let’s see,” Megumi finishes his ice cream in record time, but only because he’s the heathen who devours with his teeth. Maybe Yuuji should try it out some time, but even the mere thought of doing so brings goosebumps to his skin. “So far, we’ve ditched a party and gotten ice cream. You didn’t even get any ice cream. Does that qualify as a date?”

“A damn pathetic one. No wonder all my other relationships failed,” Yuuji grimaces, biting his lip to hold back the grin that wants to prevail when Megumi laughs some more, eyes softly crinkled and cheeks rounded and all. “I’m having some sort of revelation here, and not a good one, so stop laughing. My world is coming to a fucking end.”

“Wasn’t your last relationship with that one girl who wore the toe socks? Remi, was it?”

“That was my only relationship,” Yuuji confirms with solid regret. Some memories are a real punch to his esteem to look back on. “You wear toe socks too, though, so I don’t know where you were going with that point.”

Megumi scowls, disappointed that Yuuji would even say something like that. “I wear toe socks because they’re cute on me, she wore toe socks because she was a sociopath. We are not the same.”

For a moment, Yuuji considers it. Then he remembers that Remi was most definitely not a normal human being, and that he’s probably lucky to be alive after having broken up with her.

Shrugging in agreement, he says, “Okay, I’ll give you that.”

They’re soon coming to a stop outside of Megumi and Nobara’s apartment complex. Once the engine shuts off, it’s only a matter of time before the air inside begins to cool again.

“Are you coming in?” Megumi asks.

“I may stay the night, if that’s okay.” When he checks his watch, the current hour is one his mom would be asleep during, and he doesn’t want to cause too much ruckus entering the house as he usually does. “Nobara’s probably gonna sleep at Toge’s.”

“In other words, Nobara’s going to third wheel when Yuuta inevitably goes along,” Megumi snickers, getting out of the car at the same time Yuuji does. 

Tucking his keys in his pocket, Yuuji shrugs. “Hey, if they do get their shit worked out, it’s less groupie scandals and NDAs for us to deal with in the future, I guess.”

If the air had been cold before, it feels even colder now. He’s starting to get cold feet just a little. Isn’t sure what his mind will get up to as soon as he walks past the threshold. He’s been in the apartment before, but never when sparked alive with this kind of tension. 

“If we get signed,” Megumi emphasizes as they head towards the entrance. “Those things are for famous people who the media cares about.”

“What if we got famous?” 

Megumi snorts as if Yuuji has told a funny joke instead of a sincere question.

The door opens and the two are met with instant warmth. It’s almost enough to give them both whiplash. They rush inside and Yuuji shuts the door behind them. 

“I don’t know if you’re hungry or not, but there’s stuff for sandwiches in the kitchen.” Megumi yawns and stretches when he does so, shirt riding up his torso and revealing even more skin.

“Yeah, uhm, that’s cool. I like sandwiches.” Yuuji suddenly blanks on words. On forming proper sentences. His mouth runs dry. 

The image that Megumi provides carves itself into Yuuji’s mind. A permanent reminder of what he can look at but never touch with anything other than limited intentions. But how tempting it is to imagine if there were no limits.

He wants to graze his teeth down Megumi’s stomach and around the slight swell where his abs are. He wants to hold Megumi’s waist in the palms of his hands and press hard enough for dark bruises to paint his porcelain skin. His mouth between Megumi’s thighs, his words whispered against the tattoos on Megumi’s hips, his nose brushing over Megumi’s abdomen where the heat builds underneath. He wants all of it and more, if Megumi would let him take it. 

Megumi is just so fucking pretty, and he’s standing before Yuuji right now, kicking his shoes off with no way of knowing all the dirty thoughts his best friend is thinking about him. He straightens out after having yanked off his boots, then gives Yuuji a weird look because of how obviously awkward he’s being.

“I’m going to go change.” Megumi mumbles. Upon seeing Yuuji’s eyes burning holes into him, Megumi avoids his gaze, looking over Yuuji’s shoulder instead. “I’ll grab something for you too. Are shorts okay? I don’t know if I have much that would fit you.”

These things have only hit him full force because they’re now somewhere where something can be done about his feelings without the risk of anyone else seeing. Not that Yuuji’s exactly opposed to others knowing who’s closest to Megumi, that it’s him who gets to go home with Megumi at the end of the night.

Yuuji nods so vigorously that it nearly throws his neck out. He hopes he isn’t sweating. And if he is, he hopes it’s not too obvious. “That’s fine.”

So he waits out in the hallway while Megumi fetches a pair of shorts. Megumi hands him a black pair with an inseam that looks a little suspicious. Like it’ll present a bit of a challenge. He takes them without complaint and heads to the bathroom to change after Megumi gives him a look that says ‘Well? What are you waiting for?’ . 

There are some thoughts that run through his mind while changing into the shorts. First, it’s that his thighs are definitely way too thick to even fit through the leg holes. This leads to his second thought of how much smaller Megumi’s thighs are in comparison to his. They’re still packed with muscle, but Megumi’s frame in general is not as… bulky, to put it. And as the snowball effect goes, he then pictures Megumi’s thighs over his shoulders and feeling those tight muscles flex as he’s being pleasured. 

He hears part of the fabric tear and decides it’s time to give up. 

Walking back to Megumi’s room, he notices the door is cracked open. He approaches the door and pushes it open. “So, I really hope these weren’t your favorite pair of shorts, because I kinda ripped—“ Yuuji stops in his tracks the moment he walks in. His eyes go wide in surprise as he drops the shorts. 

Paused in front of him is Megumi who also looks a little (a lot) shocked, in the middle of changing and wearing nothing but the cropped shirt and a pair of panties. They’re a black, high waisted number with a lace trim that partly covers his tattoos. Tucked away not so subtly is his cock that Yuuji will later swear he didn’t stare too long at. And with the angle at which Megumi stands, Yuuji notices how the hem in the back leaves more of Megumi’s ass exposed than covered.

They’ve seen each other dressed down before. Megumi has even seen him naked on more than a few occasions. But even though they’ve been friends for years, Megumi is someone who prefers to keep to himself when it comes to these kinds of things. He’ll take one garment off as long as he has the other on, so Yuuji’s never seen him so exposed before. Hence why he was surprised to see him wearing an outfit so revealing tonight. 

But no matter how underdressed Yuuji has seen Megumi, nothing could’ve prepared him for fucking panties. 

Embarrassed and too turned on to function, Yuuji finds that he can’t look away even though he should, and that the back of his neck is flaming hot and his face is soon to join. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Yuuji? My door was shut. Couldn’t you have knocked?” Megumi huffs. It sounds like he had meant to close it all the way, but it didn’t, so now they’re here, and Yuuji can feel a boner coming on. 

“It was cracked. I thought I could come in.” Yuuji knows he must look like an idiot, bug-eyed and jaw seemingly locked open in awe. “You wear panties?”

“Fucking hell, Itadori.” Megumi tries to cover himself with a pair of pajama pants, but does a poor job at it. “Yes, I wear panties. Got a problem with it?” He glares at Yuuji, but all his attitude does is make Yuuji’s dick twitch. 

Yuuji shakes his head, thinks his only problem right now is that those panties aren’t currently stuffed in his mouth so that he can get a secondhand taste of the heat between Megumi’s thighs. 

His prolonged silence only makes Megumi more defensive, backing further away from Yuuji and trying to cover more of himself. But Yuuji takes a step closer for every one Megumi takes back. 

“I would never,” Yuuji says, feeling his tongue loosen. “I think it’s fucking hot.”

A look of shock flashes through Megumi’s eyes before his expression hardens again. “Right. How about you turn back around, leave, and forget what you saw?”

Whatever’s happening right now is the result of something that’s been building for too long. Especially after how they’ve been acting tonight, touchy and a little flirtatious like a couple who can’t get enough of each other, this was bound to culminate at some point. Yuuji doesn’t know what he was expecting for when that time came, but it certainly wasn’t like this.

He briefly thinks about all the times during practice or performances when Megumi will linger a little too long by Yuuji’s drumkit while plucking the strings of his bass. The smiles they share after Yuuji sends a wink Megumi’s way. Their banter that’s always packing a little seductive heat behind it. That night at the party when their mutual attraction towards each other had nearly exploded before fizzling back into subtle gestures.

“No.” Yuuji is tired, so so tired of pretending he doesn’t want to absolutely ruin his best friend. Can feel his self control withering away. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“And why not?” Megumi cocks an eyebrow. He starts to fidget under Yuuji’s hungry gaze.

“I’m not sure I can say.” Yuuji bites his bottom lip to keep from senselessly uttering anything else. 

He hopes that his teeth hold back all the words his tongue has less control over, that they keep his lips from doing something just as reckless. But the depleting space between them, all the fault of Yuuji, makes holding back harder. 

If there’s anything to be said about Yuuji’s aforementioned hope, however, it’s that it is a feeble thing, and his restraint even more so. 

Megumi’s eyes go wide and a gasp escapes him as Yuuji backs him into the opposing wall. Yuuji braces one arm against the wall beside Megumi’s head while the other ventures down to grab the underside of Megumi’s thigh and hike his leg over his hip.

The movement startles Megumi into dropping the pajama pants, not that they were concealing much of anything to begin with. 

Like this, Yuuji’s gaze rakes down Megumi’s frame with pure want. The skin spanning the length of his bare legs looks delectably soft. Pale, delicate, like the single touch of a feather would cause goosebumps to arise. Plush enough to give under the press of his fingers, to bruise under the ministrations of his teeth.

Megumi grabs ahold of Yuuji’s shirt, His grip threatens to rip the buttons out of their holes. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asks, already sounding a little breathless. 

“You’re messing with my head, Megumi.” Leaning down, Yuuji ghosts his breath over Megumi’s jaw and lets out a quiet groan. “You should really stop acting as if you don’t want this as much as I do, you know.”

Frowning, Megumi goes to protest, “I don’t know what— ah—!”

The most saccharine sound Yuuji has ever heard is the way Megumi whimpers as Yuuji digs his fingers into his thigh, desperate to leave bruises. Just as sweet is the way Megumi preens into him. 

The action brings their hips closer together, Yuuji pressing into Megumi and delighting in the whine Megumi releases at the feeling of having Yuuji’s warmth so close. If he were to slide his hand further up the back of Megumi’s thigh, he could dip his fingers underneath those panties and squeeze. 

His teeth graze Megumi’s jaw, biting where it curves upward to his earlobe. He can already feel himself hardening in his pants, and when their crotches rub together, he can feel Megumi too, can hear it in the way he moans for him.

He moves his arm from the wall and brings his hand to curl around Megumi’s jaw. Tipping Megumi’s head up, he licks a stripe from his neck to his ear. Megumi lets out another pretty whine that only fans the flame inside of Yuuji even more.

“Mm, so what were you saying?” Yuuji hums teasingly. “You don’t know what?”

“Fine!” Megumi gives in, finally looking Yuuji in the eye, cheeks flushed red, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he debates his next words. “I left my door cracked on purpose. I wanted you to see me and do something about it.”

The sudden way Megumi looks so bashful is so adorable that Yuuji can’t wait to wreck him. To turn his shy expression into something filthy. He taps his fingertip against Megumi’s jaw. “So you wanted to play hard to get for a bit,” he comments. “That’s cute.”

While it was fun to begin with, Yuuji isn’t in the mood to play games anymore. He wants to do what he’s wanted for so long, thinking he’d never have the chance. 

Yuuji bends down to pick Megumi’s other leg up so both of them are fully wrapped around his waist. When Megumi locks his arms around the back of his neck, Yuuji moves his hands further up, taking Megumi’s ass into his firm hold. 

His fingers creep underneath the lace of Megumi’s panties. Tightening his grasp on Megumi, Yuuji spreads Megumi apart to touch his hole. 

With a whine, Megumi ruts up against Yuuji. A small patch on the front of his panties begins to darken, precome evidently leaking through. “Fuck, Yuuji. This isn’t fair. You’re being a fucking tease.”

“Not fair?” Yuuji repeats with an audible lilt at the end. “You teased me first, but it’s unfair when I give it back?”

“Ugh, no, just let me—” Megumi cuts off while motioning for Yuuji to let him down, which Yuuji obeys. He pulls his top off, leaving him in nothing but the panties. Then he looks at Yuuji, waiting for him to make another move.

This is the first time Yuuji’s seen Megumi so bare. So open standing before him. All of this for him and no one else but him. He loves seeing the narrow length of Megumi’s body, every dip and divot of his ribcage and collarbones, the gentle curve of his waist—it’s enough to tempt Yuuji into a frenzy. 

He lays his palm against Megumi’s stomach, thumb sweeping over the piercing in his belly button and close to where the head of his cock is nearly peeking above the hem of the panties. The teasing touch near a place so sensitive has Megumi bucking his hips forward into the air, and his cock brushes against the waistband of Yuuji’s briefs.

Megumi hooks his leg around the back of Yuuji’s knee, down his calf. He runs his hands over Yuuji’s chest, and there’s purpose in the way he drags his fingers over the places where Yuuji’s nipples can be seen prodding through his shirt. Satisfaction curls the corners of Megumi’s lips into a grin as Yuuji shivers in pleasure.

“Come on, Yuuji,” Megumi whispers, sounding composed yet impatient. He cups Yuuji’s jaw and coaxes him close enough to feel the ghostly touch of each other’s lips, fleeting yet yearning for more. “Take me to bed.”

Eagerly, Yuuji settles his hands on Megumi’s waist and walks backwards to the bed, persuading Megumi to trail after him. Immediately, Megumi pushes Yuuji down onto the bed. He forces Yuuji into place before swinging one leg over Yuuji’s hips to straddle him.

Yuuji bites back a groan when his cock rubs along Megumi’s ass. It’s followed by the teasingly slow grind Megumi sets his hips into as he pins Yuuji’s wrists against the mattress.

Experimentally, Yuuji thrusts his hips up into Megumi, watching himself drag along the blanketed surface of Megumi’s cock and further below. Megumi’s reactions to the smallest of touches are both hot and cute. He ruts down onto Yuuji like he’s desperate to get fucked, quiet whimpers and breaths spilling off of his tongue. 

But Yuuji isn’t much better. He plants his heels against the edge of the bed and bends his knees to grind into Megumi harder this time, wishing he was unclothed so he could feel Megumi properly. 

In response to Yuuji’s movements, Megumi’s upper body falters for a moment and his hands move to the bed on either side of Yuuji to support himself. His head dips down, face hidden from Yuuji’s sight.

With his hands now free, Yuuji props himself up on one forearm while his other hand locks tightly in Megumi’s hair, tugging at his scalp. He forces Megumi to meet his gaze and fights the urge to bite Megumi’s bottom lip until it bleeds.

“Are you sure you want this?” Yuuji asks. Are you sure you want me?

Megumi regards him with a look of pure want. It makes Yuuji feel crazy for even having asked such a question. 

Allowed by the loosened fist in his hair, Megumi leans in to press an open mouthed kiss to Yuuji’s jaw, slowly trailing their way along the sharp surface. “Let me show you,” he tells Yuuji.

Pliantly, Yuuji lets Megumi push him flat against the bed with a hand on his chest. Megumi begins working on undoing Yuuji’s shirt button by button. While he does that, Yuuji occupies himself with getting acquainted with Megumi’s body. 

He reaches out and touches, feeling all over Megumi’s torso and rubbing his hands along his sides. Everywhere is smooth and soft, just as he believed it would be. He runs his hands further upward, cupping his hands over Megumi’s chest and dragging his nails all the way back down. 

Sighing at the sensation, Megumi finishes with the buttons and urges both sides of the shirt apart to reveal Yuuji’s front. Both of Megumi’s hands settle against his chest, gentle in his ministrations as he feels the swell of Yuuji’s pecs, easing further down to run his hands over Yuuji’s abs. 

Then Megumi scoots his entire body down, now seated over Yuuji’s thighs. He bends low, and Yuuji looks at him in curiosity before groaning in pleasure, head thumping against the bed as Megumi begins kissing his way down Yuuji’s front. 

Megumi plants many kisses on Yuuji’s chest, some light and some heavy. A gasp is drawn from Yuuji’s throat as Megumi closes his lips around Yuuji’s nipple, sucking and lapping his tongue over the nub. 

“Ah, Megumi, what’re you doing?” Yuuji asks, a little panicked, but too turned on to stop. Ignoring his question, Megumi bites the whole area surrounding his nipple, and Yuuji’s hips buck up into Megumi as pain gets thrown into the mix. A loud moan escapes him and his fingers card through Megumi’s hair. “Oh fuck, that—that hurt.”

“But in a good way, right?” Megumi pauses for a second to look up at him questioningly. 

Dazed with pleasure, falling in love more and more by the second, and plagued with the biggest hard-on known to man, Yuuji nods. “God, yeah.”

Grinning, Megumi ducks back down and continues his efforts from before. 

Although Megumi switches over to his other nipple, he doesn’t leave the previous one alone. Megumi squeezes his pec and twists the nipple now slicked with spit and indented with teeth marks while flicking his tongue back and forth over the other one. 

Yuuji finds that he really likes being bitten. More than he ever thought he would. And realizes that Megumi likes to be the one biting just as much. 

On top of that, Yuuji’s never had his chest played with before, but it feels fucking good. His breathing comes out labored as Megumi abuses his now sensitive nipples. He grunts and writhes each time Megumi adds another bite mark to his chest, every time Megumi uses his teeth to tug on his nipples. 

By the time Megumi is done toying with him, Yuuji’s chest is positively throbbing. He’s almost too embarrassed to look at it, but when he does, he sees a plethora of teeth marks, faint bruises that are bound to bloom as the night goes on, and his nipples red and puffy. 

Yuuji reinforces his grip in Megumi’s hair, dragging him back up so they’re face to face. As his roots are tugged on, Megumi moans and staggers in balancing himself when Yuuji kisses him. 

If he wasn’t certain before, he knows for sure now that Megumi has stolen every particle of breath out of his lungs, sending him reeling for more with the last of his resolve crumbling away.

Yuuji can tell it takes Megumi a moment to adjust, to realize what’s actually going on. His lips move against Megumi’s and a response is just a little delayed, but not for long. Yuuji’s back lifts off of the mattress to lean more into the kiss, urging Megumi’s lips further open to run his tongue along the bottom. 

Hands grasp blindly onto anything that makes for an anchor, something to tether them back to reality and keep them grounded. A reminder that this is real. It’s happening. Yuuji’s hands remain wound in Megumi’s hair, making an even bigger mess out of the previously tangled strands. And Megumi touches his hands to both sides of Yuuji’s face to keep him still as they kiss with newfound vigor.

The kiss turns open-mouthed and wet and messy as their tongues meet in the middle. How Megumi tastes on his tongue is dizzying, a placebo making him drunk and craving more. He still tastes the strawberry candy from earlier, but it only makes the brush of Megumi’s tongue against his more addictive. 

He wants to prod his tongue further inside, not only explore Megumi’s mouth but every part of his body too. Withdrawing from the kiss, Yuuji makes sure Megumi’s whine of protest is quickly replaced by a moan as he licks a stripe along Megumi’s neck and bites above his collarbone.

Megumi arches into his touch, and it’s like a fucking religious experience. As if Megumi is the most beautiful god Yuuji has ever seen, the purist of beings he’s ever touched, worthy of being worshiped and devoured so Yuuji can become holy. 

Just as Yuuji happens to glance off to the side, he notices his jacket not too far off on the other side of the bed. An idea pops up in his mind, and he grabs for it. “So,” Yuuji says between leaving impressions of his teeth on Megumi’s sensitive skin. “I kind of wanna fuck you while you wear this.”

“Do you have a possessive streak in you?” Megumi asks, already taking the jacket from Yuuji. 

At first Yuuji considers saying no. But then he watches Megumi put his jacket on, sees how it drapes over his bare torso, and feels a wave of heat curl inside of him. “Something like that,” he says. 

He slips his hands under the jacket and holds Megumi by his hips, then leans in and kisses along his neck, between his collarbones, and down his sternum. Above him, Megumi lets out a content sigh and gently pulls the tufts of hair at Yuuji’s nape. 

“You look so pretty, baby,” Yuuji murmurs against Megumi’s skin. “You feel like a dream, just for me.” 

Yuuji only pulls back because Megumi makes him. Their eyes meet, and Yuuji looks up at Megumi with the most lustful of gazes. What really excites him is that Megumi looks at him all the same. 

Megumi brings his fingers to Yuuji’s mouth. His eyes become hooded when Yuuji opens up to welcome the digits on his tongue. Quietly, Megumi tells him, “I’m all yours, Yuuji.” His fingers touch the back of Yuuji’s tongue, testing how far they can go. “No one else can have me.”

With a moan, Yuuji closes his lips around Megumi’s fingers and sucks. He grinds up into Megumi’s ass again, and the eagerness and desperation in his actions makes Megumi chuckle. When Megumi removes his fingers, it’s to help Yuuji wriggle out of his briefs. 

Once Yuuji is fully undressed, a flurry of movements occurs in tow. He digs around through the nightstand Megumi pointed him to for a bottle of lube and condoms. After he’s gotten what he needs, he lays Megumi out on his back. 

Looking down at Megumi, Yuuji would say that maybe he does feel possessive over him. The sheets crinkle as Megumi squirms against them, adorned in nothing but his dampening panties and Yuuji’s jacket, and the sight is doing things to Yuuji. Terribly sinful things. 

He feathers his fingers from Megumi’s throat, down the valley of his chest, to the space between his ribs. Flattening his palm over Megumi’s abdomen, he feels the warmth buckling inside of him, wonders how it’ll feel when he’s deep inside here, fucking Megumi. 

“Are you just going to stare or will you actually do something?” Megumi pipes up in the most petulant tone he’s used all night. “You’re like an old man at this speed.” 

Megumi wiggles his ass to emphasize his impatience, to which Yuuji lays a hand down on his thigh with a resounding slap. It was much harder than Yuuji intended, but Megumi doesn’t seem to hate it, having let out a pleased whine in response to the reverb of pain throbbing from the red handprint now on his thigh.

Yuuji smirks at Megumi’s fumbled reaction and grabs the bottle of lube. He coats his fingers generously with the stuff, not bothering to try to avoid letting it drip onto the sheets since they’ll be ruined before the night is over with anyway.

“You should be nicer, Megumin. I mean, I’m being considerably nice to you,” Yuuji quips, rather amused.

“That’s the problem.” Megumi glares at him. “I don’t want nice— oh,” Megumi chokes on his words as Yuuji yanks the panties off to the side and circles his middle finger around his hole before easing in. 

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” Yuuji mutters, mesmerized by the fact his finger is inside Megumi. “I’m gonna fuck you—with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock—until those cute little panties are soaked. Sound good?”

There’s a hopeless look on Megumi’s face that Yuuji likes a little too much. He’s used to seeing Megumi appear nothing but composed, but this is so much better. “Y-yeah. Get on with it.”

Yuuji curls his fingers into the front of the panties and pulls them down just far enough for half of Megumi’s cock to slip out from them. The tip spurts precome, the substance glistening as it leaks onto his stomach. 

“How long’s it been since you last did this?” He asks. 

His one finger alone feels as if it’s about to lose circulation from how tight Megumi is. He pushes into the middle knuckle and pauses to let Megumi breathe a little before nudging in all the way. Megumi just squirms and shifts like it feels awkward. 

“A long time,” Megumi admits, biting his lip. “I’ve been waiting for you for a while now.”

In his chest, Yuuji’s heart feels as if it’s about to burst through his ribs from how hard it’s beating. He gets excited thinking about how his desires have been reciprocated the entire time, but the fact they wasted so much time tiptoeing around each other means they have a lot to make up for. 

“If you want to stop at any point, we will,” Yuuji assures.

He almost laughs when Megumi glares at him again, and takes that as a sign to continue. It doesn’t take too long for Megumi to loosen around the first finger, so he adds the second with a timely warning in case Megumi protests. But as expected, Megumi only tells him to hurry up.

Megumi starts to let out harsher breaths and quiet moans when Yuuji’s two fingers begin to slide in and out more easily. The lube makes it wet, quick, and Yuuji curls his fingers to watch Megumi tremble under his ministrations. A lewd squelching sound cuts through any silence not filled by Megumi’s increasingly loud, pretty noises.

Hovering over Megumi, Yuuji admires how he looks when he’s got two fingers inside him. Megumi’s head rests on the side against the pillow with strands of black fanned all around him like a halo. He brushes Megumi’s hair out of his face to look at the wanton expressions he makes. 

He grits his teeth in restraint. Megumi already looks so fucked out. He hasn’t even gotten a taste of Yuuji’s cock yet, but here he is, lips parted for moans and whimpers to spill out as he drools into the pillowcase.

Spreading his fingers as wide as he can, Yuuji maneuvers until he’s nestled on his stomach between Megumi’s legs. He keeps Megumi’s hole opened up wide enough for him to dip his tongue inside. 

The first lick has Megumi gasping in surprise. His thighs clamp around Yuuji’s head as Yuuji mouths between his fingers and sucks on the rim. 

Pulling back, Yuuji spits on Megumi’s hole and briefly pulls his fingers out to push his spit inside with them. He dives back in with his mouth, eager to have Megumi’s taste on his tongue, and prods his tongue in again, easing further in than before. He curls his tongue upward, dragging the tip along his walls before lathering his rim with more spit.

How responsive Megumi is encourages Yuuji. A hand tangled in his hair keeps his face pressed to Megumi’s hole. He moans when Megumi scratches at his scalp and pulls, and the vibrations have Megumi grinding against Yuuji’s mouth and fingers. 

Yuuji circles his tongue around Megumi’s rim and keeps his fingers buried inside, curling them in search for his prostate while lapping over Megumi’s perineum before fucking in with his tongue again. 

He places his free hand in Megumi’s and latches their fingers together while the other hand continues stretching Megumi out, rubbing along his walls and curling into sensitive spots that make him cry out.

When Megumi’s back arches further upon a particular stroke of his tongue and fingers, Yuuji moves back just enough to press a kiss to the inside of Megumi’s thigh. He keeps his fingers moving in and out steadily while kissing a line down his thigh, and bites the supple surface a little above his knee. 

“Fuck!” Megumi whimpers, starting to fuck himself on Yuuji’s fingers like it’s all he knows how to do, like it’s a feeling he’s craved for years and is receiving his first taste of. He drawls out, “Want more. Give me more.”

Yuuji obeys Megumi’s commands because he’s feeling generous tonight. He wants to unravel Megumi in every way possible. He adds a third finger and nips the skin next to one of Megumi’s tattoos when his breath hitches at the extra stretch. 

“Are you okay?” He murmurs against Megumi’s hip, moving his fingers in and out slowly. 

And Megumi, covered in a sheen of sweat and looking ethereal in the most raw sense, nods. “Yeah, just—“ With his hand, he reaches down to grab onto Yuuji’s wrist and ushers it to keep moving. “Don’t stop.” 

Yuuji thrust his fingers in slowly at first, then escalates into something more desperate—eager to see Megumi’s legs fall further apart to the sides and watch his precome drip onto his belly button piercing as he’s consumed by pleasure. 

Megumi releases Yuuji’s hair and uses his hand to grip his cock, stroking in time with Yuuji’s fingers. For a moment, Yuuji forgets he’s meant to draw this out and watches with his jaw slackened as Megumi tries to get himself off. Then he blinks and snaps out of his daze.

That simply won’t do.

He unlocks his hand from Megumi’s and falls back onto his haunches. He then curls his hand around Megumi’s wrist and stops him from jerking off. Because if Yuuji gets his way, Megumi won’t be coming from anything that isn’t Yuuji himself. 

“Yuuji,” Megumi borderline growls in frustration, supporting himself on his forearms.

“Hm? What’s the problem?”

Yuuji pulls his fingers out almost all the way before plunging back in, doing so with his fingers curled, rubbing against Megumi’s prostate. His mouth opens wide for an involuntary moan to string along as Yuuji repeatedly drags his fingers over the spot again and again, thighs trembling and arms wobbling.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get off just like that, did you?” Yuuji cocks his head to the side. He starts fucking his fingers in and out of Megumi with vigor, to the point his wrist begins to ache and Megumi looks ready to cry. 

“You’re mean,” whines Megumi, chest falling back down against the sheets. He tries to close his thighs when Yuuji grazes the place inside of him again, but Yuuji keeps them open by pinning one thigh down with his free hand. “Mean and rude and a jerk—“ he spews senselessly, yet wiggles his hips around his fingers begging for more. “All you’re good for is your dick.”

“I thought you wanted mean?” Yuuji huffs out a breath of laughter. “Don’t ask for things you can’t handle.”

Much to Megumi’s dismay, Yuuji retracts his fingers. He urges Megumi to lie flat on his back again, then bends so that he’s leaning over Megumi. A needy haze fogs over Megumi’s eyes, seemingly so out of it as he stares up at Yuuji. 

Glancing down, he stretches out a hand to Yuuji’s cock, hard and nearly parallel with his stomach, and wraps his fingers around the head. What turns Yuuji on the most is the fact that Megumi’s fingertips are barely even able to meet, whereas Yuuji has no problem curling a full hand around himself when he’s getting himself off. 

With a short jerk and twist of Megumi’s hand, Yuuji’s jaw clenches as precome bubbles at the tip. Biting his lip in thought, Megumi says, “It looks like it might not even fit inside me.”

Mockingly, because Megumi has played so much bark and very little bite with his impatience, Yuuji questions, “You’re not backing out, are you?”

Megumi levels him with another glare and holds onto the pillow under his head. “As if.” 

He grinds his hips into Yuuji’s. Both of their cocks rub together, pulling a moan from Yuuji and a pleased grin out of Megumi. A smug little thing, he is, but Yuuji finds it more attractive than anything in this moment. 

Quickly, he grabs a condom and tears it off of the strip. Just as he goes to rip the packet open with his teeth, Megumi stops him. Shyly, he says, “I-I’m fine with not using one if you are.”

Yuuji tries not to let his eagerness show, but he knows he fails miserably. Megumi wants him to go in raw. He wants Yuuji’s come inside of him, filling him up. “Shit, yeah, cool, okay.” 

Immediately, Yuuji tosses the packet off to the side and focuses on squirting lube on his cock and spreading it all over the length. 

He hovers over Megumi with one hand by his head on the pillow while the other grabs his cock to direct it inside of Megumi. As soon as the head presses against Megumi’s spit and lube slickened rim, they both let out slight breaths. Shortly after, he begins pushing inside, feeling a little resistance that squeezes around him like a fitted glove, but still allowance granted by the stretching his fingers did.

This image is one Yuuji wants to savor for as long as possible. Megumi is wordless as Yuuji’s cock fills him, as it grazes every inch of his walls and eases in to the hilt. His hands grasp desperately onto the pillow, so much so that his knuckles turn white. His back slips into an arch, head tilting back as breathing comes labored with the adjustment. 

Once Yuuji’s all the way inside, he takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes for a moment. He’s really here, getting ready to fuck his best friend. Someone who he hopes he gets to spend the rest of his life with whether it’s on stage, in his garage, or simply settled down. Even if the whole music thing doesn’t work out, he at least hopes Megumi stays. 

Yuuji rubs his hand up and down the outer part of one of Megumi’s thighs in what he hopes feels like a comforting gesture. Megumi is still so tight around him, and he knows it can’t feel that good just yet, but Megumi’s facial expressions alone, as Yuuji moves his hips very gently, a slow grind if anything, say otherwise. 

He tweaks and thumbs over Megumi’s nipples while they’re presented so nicely for him. He bites back a grunt when Megumi whines and arches into the touch even more, causing unintentional movement around his cock. “Be careful,” he hisses. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe I want you to.” Megumi looks at him challengingly. 

“Is that your way of saying you like a bit of pain?” Yuuji inquires with a smirk. 

“I like whatever’ll make me come the fastest,” Megumi huffs.

“Noted.”

So Yuuji tests the waters, pulling out halfway before pushing back in with mild force. It’s enough to jostle Megumi further up, but Yuuji brings him back down closer to him with his hands holding onto his waist. 

He repeats the same movement from before but pulls Megumi into him at the same time he thrusts forward. They meet in the middle and Megumi’s hole pulses around him when their skin slaps together.

Yuuji digs his fingers in hard enough to hopefully leave bruises in the morning. He feels Megumi wriggle in his hold trying to take control and use him like their own personal toy, but he doesn’t allow it. 

Instead, Yuuji speeds up his pace and fucks into Megumi with an eagerness that rushes his blood and stirs the heat pooling inside of him. His hips slam into Megumi’s with each thrust, and he feels the head of his cock just barely hitch on each ridge inside Megumi’s hole. 

He lifts Megumi’s middle off of the mattress and sits further back on his calves to fuck him with shallow but quick thrusts. “O-oh my God,” Megumi says as his frame writhes with pleasure. 

“Feel good?” Yuuji asks, just to make sure.

“What do you think?” Megumi sputters. Yuuji laughs in response.

It’s the closest thing to euphoria with Yuuji fucking him like his hole is something he’s starved for like a crazed animal. Megumi brings his hands to Yuuji’s torso trying to grab at any part of him that gives under his grip, and finds purchase on Yuuji’s shoulders when he leans down more. 

Yuuji braces himself over Megumi with a forearm by the side of his head, and grabs Megumi by the jaw. He looks into his eyes and sees pupils clouded with lust, desire, thirst. Their breaths mingle together as their lips brush, and Yuuji bites Megumi’s bottom lip when Megumi tries to kiss him. 

He tugs Megumi’s lip more, watching his eyes become hooded when his tongue swipes over the plush surface. When he releases it, it comes back red and swollen with his teeth marks underneath. 

And Yuuji can only lean back and admire him. He licks a stripe up Megumi’s sternum, between the two sides of his jacket, and mouths against his jaw. His eyes rake down what he can see of Megumi without having to pull too far away from him. 

“Why—why are you staring?” Megumi asks breathily, confusion withering the smoothness between his brows. 

Yuuji, consumed wholly by too many unexplainable emotions and feelings at once, closes his eyes and noses at Megumi’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.” He kisses his way down to Megumi’s chin and bites where it sits in the V between his thumb and pointer finger. “I want to make a mess out of you.” 

His shameless admiration renders Megumi speechless. He lets Megumi place his hands on either side of his face and drown him with another kiss. He sinks into Megumi and circles his hips slowly, clinging to Megumi like a second skin. Megumi gasps into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slide their tongues together.

Then Yuuji replaces his mouth with his fingers, easing the digits into Megumi’s open mouth. Pressing down on Megumi’s tongue, Yuuji murmurs, “Open wide.” He looks into Megumi’s eyes as he spits into his mouth, and smirks when Megumi swallows it eagerly. 

The heat swirling in his gut shifts into something hotter, boiling violently as he angles his hips differently and hits Megumi’s prostate. He tightens around Yuuji and lets out a drawn out moan that Yuuji swallows. 

Yuuji has to balance himself with both arms returned to either side of Megumi’s head again, then withdraws far enough to fuck into him with a bit more force this time. He laughs hotly when Megumi preens and scratches his nails down his back. 

“I wanna come,” Megumi says. His thighs cage Yuuji in like a vice, holding onto him tightly as he picks up the pace again. “Ah— please,” he begs, panting into his neck as he jostles into Yuuji more and more with each thrust. “Please, Yuuji.”

The second Megumi utters his name so needily, it sends Yuuji into overdrive. He grunts and brings his hand to Megumi’s neck, watches Megumi’s eyes blow wide as he presses down lightly enough to restrict his airflow a slight amount. 

“Are you going to come for me?” Yuuji questions.

“Yes!” Megumi answers in the midst of a cry, when his voice wavers and cuts off into a whimper. He digs his nails into Yuuji’s lower back, holding him like a lifeline even though Yuuji’s hand is the one clasped around his neck. 

He feels the control slipping from his facilities as Megumi continues to repeat his name like a mantra in time with his hips pounding into his. More, he wants, and shows it in the way he presses a bruising kiss against Megumi’s lips. In the way he maneuvers down to mouth at Megumi’s shoulders, collarbones, chest. Taking Megumi’s nipples between his teeth and pulling until he sobs. Sucking marks into his skin all over, not satisfied until he knows he’s covered every square inch. 

He wants Megumi to be sore in the morning. To think about it when he looks in the mirror and when he goes to sit down. He wants Megumi to remember every single thing Yuuji did to him and to crave it. He wants Megumi to need it as much as he does.

When it gets too much, Megumi claws at Yuuji’s biceps, tears in his eyes and traces on his cheeks from one’s that have already fallen. He looks so pretty when he cries, face flushed and eyes bloodshot. Yuuji flattens his tongue against Megumi’s cheek and licks away tears on one side while wiping away tears on the other side. 

Megumi cries out, “Oh fuck—Need to come, Yuuji, please—please make me come, please—“

The hand on Megumi’s neck trails down to his flushed cock, heavy and soaked with precome pooling on top of his stomach. It gives a twitch in Yuuji’s hand as he curls his fingers around it to jerk Megumi off. As soon as he does, Megumi begins to tremble harder than before. 

Thighs locked tightly around Yuuji, Megumi squeezes so hard Yuuji becomes unable to move as freely. But he swivels his hips and gives a few shallow thrusts and slides his hand up and down Megumi’s cock with ease. He thumbs under the head and dips the tip of his pointer finger into the slit. 

Megumi’s arms fly up above his head to hold onto the top of the bed frame that’s somehow remained upright during it all. Tucking his face into his arm, he tries to hide from Yuuji, but Yuuji still sees his fucked out expression.

His pleas to come spill out like a prayer spoken in tongues. Overridden with pleasure, mindless in the heat of it all. Please please please, Megumi cries, I’m close. 

Yuuji delivers a harsh thrust into Megumi that sends the headboard banging into the wall. His breathing turns ragged with exertion as he does it again, and again. He strokes Megumi faster and tightens his fingers around the base, dragging up towards the head.

He’s getting close himself, feels something coiling tightly within his abdomen. It’s hot and heavy and bites at his core. “Come on, Megumi. Let go for me.” 

“Nngh—Yuuji, I’m gonna—“ Megumi opens his hand for Yuuji to hold, fingers entwining the moment his release hits him. His body pulls taut like a string as spurts of white begin to paint his belly. “Oh fuck, ah.” It wracks through him like a crashing wave, steady until it hits the surface and causes his whole body to spasm.

And Yuuji comes when Megumi’s hole clenching around him gets too much, overstimulating him until he sees sparks behind his eyes and gives a last few untimely thrusts into Megumi. Any remaining strength in his body falters, and he collapses on top of Megumi with a grunt on his lips. 

Exhausted, Megumi wraps his arms around Yuuji’s shoulders and hums contentedly when Yuuji leaves a few lingering kisses along his collarbone. He scratches gently over Yuuji’s shoulder blades, eliciting a quiet hiss from Yuuji when he grazes over the marks left from his nails earlier. 

The two of them maneuver onto their sides with one of Megumi’s legs propped over both of Yuuji’s. When Yuuji pulls out of Megumi, a quiet, sedated whine comes from him. Yuuji musters enough energy to get Megumi out of the panties and his jacket, then bends Megumi’s leg and reaches down. 

He feels his come pouring out of Megumi, but scoops up what he can and pushes it back inside his hole, plugging it with his fingers. The pressure inside of Megumi causes him to stir in sensitivity. Just to tease him, Yuuji fucks his fingers in and out a few more times. Megumi weakly mutters a curse as Yuuji removes his fingers. 

Yuuji leans in to press chaste kisses to the corner of Megumi’s eye, his cheek, and part of his mouth. When he leans back, Megumi’s eyes flutter open to look at him.

Tenderly, Yuuji brushes Megumi’s fringe out of his face and traces the line of his nose along the apple of his cheek. Megumi smiles down at him so softly as if he’s never had a reason to look at him with anything other than this fondness. 

“I wasn’t actually expecting that,” Megumi confesses. 

Yuuji’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I was just thinking I’d tease you tonight. Not that you’d actually take the bait.” 

Groaning, Yuuji hides his face in Megumi’s neck. It’s embarrassing that he came off so eager. He can’t help that Megumi had been on his mind all day, has been on his mind since forever, at that. 

What was he supposed to do after seeing Megumi wearing those panties? Jerk off in the shower knowing Megumi was right outside the door? Impossible.

Megumi laughs at his reaction and uses a hand in his hair to pull his head back up, making Yuuji look at him. “Don’t do that. Besides, I liked it.”

“I like you,” Yuuji mumbles. He diverts his gaze elsewhere because he’s too anxious to look directly at Megumi. 

Then Megumi laughs quietly. “That’s nice.” And Yuuji’s face heats up in embarrassment. Does Megumi really not feel the same?—”I suppose I like you too.” Megumi clears his throat. When Yuuji gets the courage to look at him again, he realizes that Megumi is also flustered.

Excitedly, he asks, “Really?”

“Really.” Megumi nods.

“Holy shit.” Suddenly his heart starts picking up speed again and he feels like he could run a race across the entire country and come out the winner. “Does that mean we’re together now? You’re my boyfriend?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi pokes Yuuji’s chest. “Only if you ask me properly.”

“Right,” Yuuji says. “Will you?” He asks, then sputters, “Be my boyfriend, I mean.”

“It’s about time,” Megumi murmurs, cupping Yuuji’s face in his hands and kissing him. “I was so excited that night a few months ago, at that party. I thought we’d finally gotten somewhere, but nothing ever came from it afterwards.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do. I thought you had forgotten about it, so I was too afraid to bring it up,” says Megumi. 

“I thought you were the one who forgot.” Yuuji marvels over how oblivious they’ve been to each other this whole time. “I was afraid too.” 

He can’t help but to laugh at their joint stupidity when Megumi does, still smiling into the next kiss Megumi plants on his mouth. Something sweet and tender.

It’s then that Yuuji thinks lying here like this while covered in sweat and come feels oddly domestic. Like they’ve reached a certain level of comfort with each other when they’ve only been in a relationship for the past minute.

Yuuji feels over the moon, and he suspects Megumi feels the same if the smile on his face is anything to go by. 

“What do we do if the band thing works out?” Yuuji asks after a moment of silence. “Will it affect our relationship?”

He can see Megumi consider the question, but only for a few seconds. Megumi curls some of Yuuji’s hair around his finger and kisses the corner of his mouth. “We’ll take it one day at a time, but I have a feeling we’ll make it.”

And, while that may be easier said than done, Yuuji is content enough, thinks that he’ll be able to see anything through just as long as he has Megumi with him during it.

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Nobara 1:13am

BROOO GETOU SUGURU IS INTERESTED IN OUR BAND

HE WANTS TO MEET WITH THE WHOLE GROUP NEXT WEEK

and also, i rly hope u and Megumi finally worked things out bc I kind of made a bet with Yuuta and let’s just say i have enough money for a new pair of shoes riding on this

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