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Fushiguro Megumi. Twenty-one years old and an enigma. His first memory was of his father’s hands. Even as an infant, he’d loved his father’s hands more than anything else. Memories of his father were blurry, distant. There wasn’t much to remember, after all. Those hands that had once given him warmth were quick to push him away as well, but that never stopped Megumi from seeking their embrace.
Megumi was six years old when he met Gojo Satoru for the first time. The high schooler didn’t have to say it for Megumi to know that his father was dead. Megumi was already well beyond his years by then, quick to move on from his father’s death and indifferent to Satoru’s eccentric personality. Although he was now raising himself, it wasn’t any different from when his father was alive.
At fourteen, his lifeline was snatched away from him when his sister fell into a coma. They weren’t related by blood, but Toji had shown him that blood didn’t matter much in the long run. Fourteen struck the lowest point of Megumi’s life. Satoru began showing up more often, making himself at home at Megumi’s dingy bedspace like it was his own, filling the barren room with his warmth. When Megumi told the nurses that he couldn’t afford Tsumiki’s hospital bills, they told him that they had already been paid for, in full.
Megumi was fifteen years old when his sister passed away. He moved in with Satoru shortly afterwards, unable to justify the price of the bedspace when it was just him living there. Their relationship remained the way it always was—Satoru was never a parental figure to him, but he kept him fed and clothed and made sure that there was a roof over his head. He brought him out to shop when his clothes got too small for him, used Megumi as an excuse to buy expensive sweets for himself, enrolled him into school just so he could act as his homeroom teacher.
Megumi was seventeen years old when Satoru introduced him to his favorite student from the year above, a certain Okkotsu Yuuta, for the first time. While Satoru had described Yuuta as shy and timid, the boy that he met was anything but. Perhaps his time spent abroad had changed him. There was a certain sense of sadness that surrounded Yuuta and blanketed his every action. Maybe the reason that Megumi was able to discern the feeling so well was because it was like his own loneliness was being reflected right back at him.
Yuuta was Megumi’s first kiss. Even now, almost four years later, he remembered the moment with startling clarity. Yuuta had been the one to lean in, cupping Megumi’s face with gentle hands when he’d brought their lips together. The whole time they kissed, Megumi couldn’t help but get the feeling that Yuuta was picturing someone else entirely.
At eighteen, Megumi found himself cemented at the doorway of Satoru’s bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the older man stubbornly. “Teach me how to kiss.”
Satoru had been laying down, but at the sound of Megumi’s voice, he immediately perked up, sitting up with a grin stretching his mouth out. “Megumi-chan, how naughty! How could you ask me to do something like that? You’re better off asking someone your own age. You would have more friends if you stopped beating up everyone that was brave enough to approach you.”
Megumi scowled, entering Satoru’s room and closing the door behind him. He padded over to Satoru’s bed, plopping down cross-legged beside him. The fact that Satoru was so effortlessly handsome irked Megumi to no end; he had no reason to look so good when he was just lounging around on a Wednesday night and doing nothing of any use. He looked younger with his hair down, softened around the edges in a way that made Megumi’s stomach feel weird. “I don’t want to learn from someone my age. I want to learn from you. Don’t make me ask again because I’m not going to.”
It didn’t take much to convince Satoru—it never did. He simply shrugged his shoulders as if he’d been backed into a corner before shifting closer to Megumi. He leant forward to meld their lips together, the kiss remaining chaste for only a moment before Satoru was licking into Megumi’s mouth. Megumi gasped into the kiss, his mouth dropping open further as Satoru twisted their tongues together.
Yuuta hadn’t used his tongue when he’d kissed Megumi. He’d been a complete gentleman, keeping his hands to himself as he kept the kiss sweet and unassuming, pulling away with a kind smile and even kinder eyes.
Satoru was anything but kind. Megumi had always suspected that the other man was lonely, but he hadn’t realized the extent of it until that very moment, with Satoru’s tongue down his throat and his hands finding Megumi’s chest. Megumi was as flat as one could possibly be, but that didn’t stop Satoru from groping and prodding at his flesh anyway, seemingly having forgotten what Megumi had asked for help with in the first place.
The most distinct part of kissing Satoru was how he tasted. He’d definitely been sucking on candy before this, Satoru’s mouth saccharine sweet as Megumi did his best to keep up with his relentless pace. Satoru’s hands were so big, and they made Megumi feel so incredibly small where they were wrapped around him. It wasn’t as much of a kiss as an onslaught of tongue and teeth, but Megumi found that he didn’t mind it all that much. His head felt fuzzy as he wrapped his arms around Satoru’s neck, saliva dripping down from where their mouths were joined together. It was filthy, but it made Megumi feel desired and that was all that he’d ever wanted to feel.
That was the first time that him and Satoru kissed, but it wasn’t the last. It became a common occurrence, on nights when the world got a little too lonely and physical contact was the only remedy. They never took it past kissing, not even when Megumi was panting heavily and had his eyes crossed with pleasure, not even when Satoru was breathing raggedly and was clearly concealing an erection. They never slept together either, in the literal sense. Megumi would always retreat back to his own bedroom for the night, and Satoru never asked him to stay.
One time, on a particularly late night, Megumi had reached over with clumsy fingers to try to touch Satoru over his trousers. For as careless as the other man seemed to be, he had shockingly fast reflexes when he needed to and was quick to halt Megumi in his path, his grip rigid around Megumi’s wrist. “No. We can’t.” His tone was missing the usual inflection of mirth that it possessed, one of the few times in Megumi’s life that Satoru had put his foot down with him.
But Megumi was just a teenager that had never had an authoritative figure in his life, and his tone was petulant as he pouted up at Satoru. “Why not?” Maybe whining was out of character for him, or maybe Megumi had just forgotten what his real character was like, considering the façade that he’d been putting on ever since Toji had left him behind.
“I really shouldn’t. I made a promise to your dad—” The words made Megumi seethe, the mention of his dad making him see red as he yanked himself out of Satoru’s grip like he’d been burnt. “You’ve never taken care of me a day in your life. You can’t just start acting like my guardian when you feel like it. All you’ve ever been is a goddamn hypocrite. Do you think my dad would be happy if he knew you were shoving your tongue down my goddamn throat every single chance you got?”
It was the first time in Megumi’s life that he’d ever raised his voice at Satoru. It was also the first time in his life that he’d ever seen Satoru look genuinely hurt, his face devoid of any emotion as he sat in silence while Megumi continued to shout at him. Megumi didn’t know how much time had passed as he hurled abuse at the one person in his life that had consistently been there for him. He couldn’t tell when he’d begun to cry either, but all he knew was that his shoulders were shaking horribly by the end of it, hot tears falling down his face as his body was wracked with a new round of sobs.
Satoru was quiet as he wrapped Megumi up in his arms, completely enveloping him while running a soothing hand down his back, hushing him as Megumi wept. “I’m sorry.” Megumi managed in between snivels, clutching Satoru close to him as he buried his head in his chest. “I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me, sensei. You’re all I have. Please don’t be upset with me.”
“I’m not upset with you. Let’s just go to sleep now, okay? Don’t cry, Megumi-chan, you’re gonna spoil my shirt with all of those tears.” Megumi huffed out a teary laugh despite the strain in Satoru’s voice, following his guidance as the other male led him into a lying down position. Megumi continued to sob until he eventually drifted off into a restless sleep, his grip unyielding on Satoru for the whole night, as if he was scared to let go.
That was the last time that him and Satoru kissed. Satoru didn’t seem to mind all that much either, and Megumi figured that it was probably because he’d been affected by seeing him cry. He hadn’t even cried when he’d found out that his dad was dead, after all. Ironically enough, Megumi’s bond with Satoru only grew stronger from the incident. Megumi was never quite as vulnerable with him again, but he knew Satoru would never forget the sight of Megumi at his most defenseless. It was a reminder that there were real and difficult feelings hidden beneath Megumi’s stoic exterior.
Megumi was nineteen years old when he got into his first relationship. His name was Ryoumen Sukuna, and they met at a bar that Megumi was completely out of his element in. Sukuna was older and had clearly refined tastes—which made Megumi wonder what exactly he was doing talking to him anyway. Sukuna had ordered him a drink that was far too expensive, instructing him to drink it with a self-assured hand placed on the back of Megumi’s neck.
That night, Megumi found himself in Sukuna’s bed. It was entirely uncharacteristic of him. He’d turned down every other person that had approached him before, but Sukuna’s magnetic pull and the authoritative nature which he commanded himself with acted as the sole exception. He lost his virginity to Sukuna that night, unable to recall just how many times he’d been taken apart, over and over again. Sukuna was ruthless, fucking him until he passed out. And when he eventually came to in the morning, they were doing it all over again.
Megumi’s first relationship wasn’t as transformative as he’d assumed it would be. Sukuna was twenty-eight years old and already the head of a financial firm, raking in so much money that his bank account could probably rival Satoru’s. He lived in a cushy two-floor apartment at the top of a high-rise building, and his facial tattoos acted as a stark contrast to the three-piece suits that he usually donned. Megumi found himself at Sukuna’s apartment more often than not—much to the dismay of Satoru, who whined for ages when he saw Megumi packing a bag of his things to bring over—lounging around while his boyfriend was at work.
Megumi didn’t really know what a healthy relationship looked like, but he felt like what he and Sukuna had was close enough to one. They spent most of their time having sex, and when they weren’t doing that, Megumi was accompanying Sukuna to his work events, dressed up in expensive clothes that Sukuna handpicked for him, nothing more than a mere accessory for the older man to flaunt. Megumi liked the floaty headspace that accompanied the feeling of being taken care of, and he let it consume him. He let Sukuna choose his clothes, what he ate, who he spoke to.
It became a routine: attend his university classes, come back home to Sukuna’s flat, cook dinner for both of them, get taken to bed—or the kitchen or the living room or the dining room, whatever Sukuna was feeling that day—go to sleep and do it all over again.
Sometimes, when they slept together, there was an itch at the back of Megumi’s throat, like there was something that he was holding back but couldn’t bring himself to say. He realized what it was on the night that it slipped out while they were having sex, the word Daddy involuntarily pulled from him when Sukuna slammed all the way inside of him without any warning. Megumi had been so embarrassed by it that he’d simply hid his face when Sukuna asked him to repeat himself, shaking his head and pretending that he’d said nothing at all. Sukuna had eventually let it go, but Megumi found himself lying awake that night as he thought about what it meant.
A rift in their routine occurred on what seemed like a typical Thursday night. Megumi had skipped his lectures for the day, too sore from the night before to drag himself all the way to campus. He found himself absentmindedly stirring a pot of soup on the stovetop instead, too exhausted to make anything that required any real effort. Sukuna was working overtime, which meant that Megumi was left to his own devices for the night. He would probably eat dinner before catching up on his required reading materials, maybe look for something to watch on Netflix before calling it a night.
Megumi was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the door clicking open—had Sukuna come back early? He lowered the heat on the stovetop before stepping out of the kitchen to greet his boyfriend, but his greeting promptly died in his throat at the sight before him. The man in front of him bore an undeniable resemblance to Sukuna, but he looked about ten years younger, face and body devoid of any tattoos, and a backwards cap perched on top of his messy pink locks.
“Oh…” The other man said, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck as he met Megumi’s gaze. “Didn’t know that he had company.”
Megumi didn’t miss the way that the taller male’s gaze dropped down to his bare legs, and he realized belatedly that he was only wearing one of Sukuna’s shirts, oversized on him but still not leaving much to the imagination, since the loose neckline exposed his collarbones and the hem cut off on his mid-thigh. The realization made him turn red, his flush only deepening as he recalled the countless hickeys and bite marks that graced his pale skin.
Megumi absently adjusted the hem of the shirt, hoping that the rouge tinting his cheeks wasn’t too obvious as he spoke. “Um, yeah. He’s working overtime today, so…” Megumi paused, realization washing over him as he worked out the identity of the man in front of him, who was apparently able to enter Sukuna’s apartment building without any additional checks. Sukuna had mentioned a younger brother in passing, but family seemed to be a touchy subject for him, so Megumi never pushed the topic. He understood the sensitivity of the subject matter from firsthand experience, after all. “You’re, uh, Sukuna’s younger brother, right? Sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“Oh!” The other man exclaimed, jumping into action as he strode forward across the room, extending his hand out in front of him. “You’re right, I’m his younger brother, my name is Yuuji. I technically don’t have access to Sukuna’s flat, but the guard downstairs knows me, so he just let me in. I’m currently studying at Yokohoma National University as a physical educations major. It’s nice to meet you!”
Megumi couldn’t help but liken the other man’s behavior to that of an overexcited puppy, an involuntary chuckle slipping past his lips as he gripped his hand in a handshake. “I’m Megumi and it’s nice to meet you too. I didn’t know that you went to YNU, I attend school there as well. I’m studying biology and I’m in my second year now.”
Yuuji’s eyes widened, almost comically, still holding Megumi’s hand in his own. “No way! I’m in my second year too, so that must make us the same age. You can just address me casually.” He beamed at him, delayed realization seeming to hit him as he dropped Megumi’s hand. “I’m sorry for just dropping in unannounced.” Yuuji hesitated for a moment, eyeing Megumi warily before he continued. “Our grandfather has been trying to get Sukuna over for dinner, but he hasn’t been picking up any of his calls, so I came here to ask him myself. If he’s not here, then I’ll just get going.”
Megumi soaked up the little information that he was given, unable to help his curiosity at being let into a part of Sukuna’s life that he’d previously known nothing about. “You sure? I’ve got dinner going on the stove, you can wait for him for a while if you want.”
Yuuji seemed to deliberate the offer for a moment before he was shaking his head, his expression a little bashful. Megumi was once again reminded of his current state of undress and general disarray, internally chastising himself for not having decided to put on an actual pair of sweats or run a comb through his unruly hair that morning. “No, no, thanks for the offer, but I’d better get going. He probably wouldn’t want me talking to you anyway.”
Megumi cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing down into a slight frown. “Why’s that? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Trust me, he would,” Yuuji replied, chuckling to himself as if Megumi was missing out on some inside joke that only he was privy to. “Sukuna’s never liked to share his belongings, not even when we were younger.”
Megumi wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be some sort of joke, but it struck a nerve. He was shocked that Yuuji had the audacity to refer to him as Sukuna’s belonging, especially when they’d just met each other for the first time, and he couldn’t ignore the strange feeling in his stomach that came with being reduced to something like that. Yuuji seemed to realize his misstep after the moment of silence that followed, shaking his hands in front of him with exaggerated movements. “God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me to say something like that. I was just trying to make a joke, but it was totally out of line. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
If Megumi couldn’t physically see Yuuji, he’d have a hard time believing that he was Sukuna’s brother. Yuuji had apologized to him about five times since they’d met each other, but he hadn’t heard the word Sorry come from Sukuna’s lips even once in the six months that they’d been dating. Apologizing just wasn’t something that came naturally to the older man—even if he was in the wrong, it would be quicker for Sukuna to get someone else to beg on their knees for forgiveness rather than to apologize himself. Despite the golden retriever energy that Yuuji had, Megumi couldn’t help but feel that there were maybe more similarities between the two than met the eye. The flicker of hunger present in Yuuji’s gaze when his eyes had run over Megumi’s body was one that Megumi knew all too well.
“It’s alright, can’t say that I haven’t been called worse before.” Megumi quipped dryly, having to hold back a snicker at the expression that came over Yuuji’s features, as if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to laugh or retreat.
“Listen, I really should get going. Can I, uh, maybe get your number? Not for anything weird, I swear! Just to get lunch sometime if we’re both on campus. You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it.”
Megumi didn’t really see any harm in giving Yuuji his number, seeing as it didn’t seem like the other man was capable of hurting a fly. To add to that, Megumi wanted to learn more about Sukuna’s childhood. Maybe it was wrong of him, to have to go through a third party to learn more about his own boyfriend, but he was certain that Sukuna would do the same if he had the chance to. It was with that that Megumi put his number into Yuuji’s phone and sent him off with a wave, returning to tending to the soup afterwards, with an imperceptible smile ghosting his lips as he stirred the pot.
In the following months, Megumi somehow found himself inaugurated into Yuuji’s friend circle—well, he wasn’t really sure that he could call it that, seeing as it consisted only of Yuuji and one other second-year student, Nobara Kugisaki. Megumi’s uneventful days at university became much livelier with the duo around him. Although the three of them didn’t have any classes together, they still occasionally met for meals and wasted time—or studied, as Megumi called it—around campus. They were the only friends that Megumi had made since he’d started university, even though it was already his second year. He usually kept to himself during lectures, accustomed to watching the time tick by on the clock as he waited to get back home to Sukuna’s apartment.
Megumi didn’t let slip to Sukuna that he’d befriended his younger brother, figuring that nothing good would come out of it. He’d tested the waters once when he’d asked Sukuna to tell him more about his elusive sibling, getting nothing more than a largely indifferent grunt in response. It wasn’t as if Megumi was being outright deceitful. He shared every single detail of his life with Sukuna, and he figured that it wasn’t wrong for him to have this one thing to himself. He now had his own friend circle that offered respite from Sukuna’s high-class world, that at times, felt so out of reach to Megumi.
As it turned out, having an actual friend group in university meant doing typical university things that Megumi had never done before. Yuuji and Nobara both lived in student dorms, and there was apparently a big party being hosted at one of their mutual friend’s houses on a Friday night. Of course, Megumi had instantly declined the invite, but it was admittedly hard to ignore the duo’s matching puppy eyes, especially when they were directed at him. He’d managed to turn a blind eye at first, reiterating that he wouldn’t be joining them, but that was when he found out that Sukuna had an impromptu business trip to attend, which meant that Megumi was going to be alone for three days.
That final push was all that he needed to become fully convinced, and he soon found himself at his first ever university house party. The deafening volume of the EDM music and the density of bodies packed in the small living room were instant turn-offs to him, but it was almost worth it for the grins that Yuuji and Nobara sported when he’d told them that he’d changed his mind—although he would never admit as much to the pair.
Megumi had come to learn a lot about Yuuji in the time that they’d spent together at university: He was twenty, the same age as Megumi. He didn’t seem to dislike a whole lot of things, but his brother was one of the rare exceptions. Yuuji kept his disdain to himself as much as possible, respectful of Megumi’s relationship, but Megumi could almost read Yuuji’s mind whenever he caught a glimpse of one of Megumi’s poorly concealed hickeys or the dozens of missed calls that blew up his phone when Sukuna couldn’t reach him. Yuuji never went into specifics about why his relationship with Sukuna was so poor, but it wasn’t hard to guess, considering the brother’s drastically different personalities. Another difference between them was the fact that Yuuji was straight. After Megumi had overcome the hurdle of his first house party, he was begrudgingly dragged along to many others by Yuuji and Nobara. It was at these parties that Megumi realized that Yuuji was perhaps not the innocent angel that he’d painted him out to be. He was practically the embodiment of a stereotypical frat boy, doing keg stands with his shirt off and winning every single beer pong match that he participated in. He hooked up with girls too. A lot of them, from what Megumi could tell.
Megumi couldn’t blame the girls that were drawn to Yuuji, what with his boyish charm and chiseled physique. More importantly than that, Yuuji was genuinely a good person, someone that cared about everyone, whether it was a stranger or somebody that he knew well. Megumi had been able to pick up on some sort of a routine that Yuuji tended to follow at parties. He’d find his target for the night, dance with them—in a manner that was entirely too indecent for a public space, as far as Megumi was concerned—before he would start enthusiastically making out with them, usually with his hands on their ass, and eventually, he would take them upstairs. Megumi’s perception of Yuuji hadn’t shifted drastically, but it was a little surprising to Megumi that he seemed to get around as much as he did, without ever really being cocky or showing off about it. It was more of the opposite, really, Yuuji’s expression being incredibly sincere as he drunkenly admitted as much to Megumi one day—I’m really into tall girls with big butts. There’s just something about them, y’know?
Everything came crashing down during a heated argument with Sukuna on the weekend before his twenty-first birthday. Surprisingly enough, the fight wasn’t about Yuuji. In fact, after a few months of knowing Yuuji, Megumi had eventually come clean to Sukuna about befriending his younger brother. He didn’t want to keep any secrets from Sukuna, especially not when at the end of the day, the other man always had his best interests in mind.
Sukuna simply scoffed it off, offhandedly stating that Megumi shouldn’t be wasting his time with somebody as uninteresting as Yuuji. That was all that he really had to say about it. To Megumi, it appeared like Yuuji’s presence in Sukuna’s life was so insignificant that he didn’t actually care whether Megumi was friends with him or not. Or perhaps it had to do with the fact that he knew Yuuji was straight and wouldn’t make a move on Megumi either way, so he didn’t see him as a threat. Men that Sukuna saw as a threat to his relationship with Megumi received far harsher treatment.
As a matter of fact, Sukuna’s possessiveness was the basis for the argument that had ensued between the two. It was a birthday tradition for Megumi to cut a cake with Satoru, something that he’d been doing ever since he’d started living with the other man. Although he’d always acted like he hated it when he was an angsty teenager, the tradition had grown to become something that Megumi looked forward to every year—but he would never admit as much to Gojo, unless he wanted it to be held over him for the rest of his life. While Sukuna had begrudgingly accompanied Megumi to Satoru’s apartment on his twentieth birthday, his patience seemed to have run thin for Megumi’s twenty-first. Putting Sukuna and Satoru together was like the collision of an unstoppable force and immovable object—both equally as stubborn, and both insistent on the fact that the other wasn’t good for Megumi.
Their mutual hatred had never presented much of a problem, since there were few occasions that required them to engage with each other. However, when Megumi had mentioned in passing that Satoru wanted him to come over for a while on his birthday to honor their tradition, Sukuna completely blew up on him. Maybe Sukuna had just had a shitty week at work—as he often did, tasked with dealing with incompetent employees—and was taking it out on Megumi, but Megumi had never seen him quite so mad before. While Sukuna had always disliked Satoru, the dislike turned into real hatred when he found out that Satoru and Megumi had been physically involved for the better part of a year when he was eighteen.
While the argument was mostly one-sided at first, Megumi snapped when Sukuna told him that he didn’t want him spending time with Satoru anymore. Absolutely no one had the right to tell Megumi that he wasn’t allowed to see Satoru, especially not when his father had entrusted him to the other man. He’d never heard the specifics of it, but as far as Megumi understood, it was his father’s parting wish for him to be handed over to Satoru. And even though one would assume that Megumi’s respect for his father’s words had dwindled long ago, that just wasn’t the case. While Megumi was perfectly content to let Sukuna dictate other aspects of his life, such as his clothing and what he ate and did with his time, his relationship with Satoru was never going to be one of those things.
The shouting match between the two was unprecedented. It somehow devolved into Megumi leaving the dinner table to tread over to the guest room, with Sukuna hot on his trail as he continued to shout angrily at Megumi. Megumi had been planning to lock himself in the guest room in an attempt to cool his head off, but he was unable to stop himself from turning around and yelling right back, his emotions clouding his better judgement.
It was in the next moment that things fell apart. Before Megumi could really take note of what’d happened, there was a large hole in the wall, the result of Sukuna’s powerful fist. However, in the split-second before Sukuna punched the wall, Megumi had seen a frightening blaze in his eyes that he’d never ever seen before—had Sukuna been about to hit him instead? The fact that he couldn’t tell for sure, that flicker of uncertainty, proved overwhelming for Megumi. Tears welled in his eyes, beginning to stream down his face as his shoulders convulsed with sobs.
The minute that Megumi began to cry, Sukuna softened, powerless to the sight before him. Megumi had never cried in front of Sukuna before, never once deviating from his stoic personality unless they were having sex, and in that moment, Megumi realized that he didn’t want Sukuna to see this side to him—the one that was scared, confused, lonely.
Sukuna wrapped Megumi up in his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head as he held him close. “Sorry, Megumi, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, princess, I love you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you.” Distantly, Megumi realized that it was the first time that he’d ever heard Sukuna say sorry. Unfortunately for him, it was too late. The damage had already been done, and Megumi’s sobs didn’t subside, his hands remaining by his sides while Sukuna held him tightly, continuing to murmur hushed apologies to him.
It was hard, at first, coming to the realization that he was going to have to break up with Sukuna. Megumi felt numb to it all, even during the next morning, as he packed up all of his things while Sukuna watched silently. Sukuna had protested at first, but all it took was one look from Megumi, his eyes puffy and red-rimmed from crying all night, for him to fall silent, most likely realizing that he’d fucked up beyond repair. Satoru was waiting downstairs for him, and the older man didn’t say anything at the sight of Megumi, didn’t even make an ill-timed joke about how awful Megumi looked or how swollen his face was, instead remaining silent the whole ride back home.
It had been almost three years now, since the last time that Megumi had shared Gojo’s bed, but he found himself unable to sleep when he got home, tossing and turning for hours before eventually giving up. When he crawled into Gojo’s bed that night, it was almost as if the other man was expecting him, saying nothing as Megumi buried his head into his chest and clung to him like he was his lifeline. They didn’t do anything else, just went to sleep in each other’s arms, and for the first time in twenty-four hours, Megumi felt like he could finally breathe.
Megumi spent his twenty-first birthday with Satoru, Yuuji and Nobara. As to be expected, Satoru was absolutely overjoyed by the fact that Megumi had real-life friends—he hadn’t believed Megumi when he’d told him about them—greeting the pair with so much enthusiasm that one would be forgiven for thinking that they were Satoru’s friends and not Megumi’s. Even more annoyingly, the three of them seemed to get along extremely well, their chaotic energies bouncing off each other in a way that created a frenzied sort of cohesion.
Contrary to what Megumi thought would happen, things didn’t entirely fall apart after the breakup. A lingering numbness persisted in his every action, the emptiness deep within Megumi only intensifying since he’d left Sukuna. But things went on regardless. Satoru was happy to have Megumi living with him again, adamantly turning down Megumi’s offer to move into the student dorms instead. Yuuji and Nobara were there for him as well—the trio now having begun their third year at university—taking him out to new restaurants and to watch movies and go bowling, even dragging him along to clubs now that he was legal. Yuuji had even temporarily renounced his usual behavior at parties, staying by Megumi’s side instead to drink and chat with him into the early hours of the morning.
Megumi was immensely grateful that he had such a strong support system around him, not knowing what he’d done in this lifetime to deserve them. A couple of months passed by like that, and while Megumi never reached the point where he felt fully okay, had he ever known what it was like to feel fully okay? He didn’t think so, but at least the heavy sinking feeling in his stomach every time he remembered the unrecognizable look in Sukuna’s eyes during their last argument had faded.
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In the present moment, Megumi found himself at Yuuji’s dorm room. Yuuji had organized a small get-together with a few of his friends after their midterms ended, which was really just an excuse to get shitfaced drunk. By the time that the clock struck three, his friends had trickled out one-by-one, leaving only Yuuji and Megumi behind. They were lying on Yuuji’s bed, engaged in an intense discussion about what the world would be like if they were sorcerers and possessed innate abilities. Megumi couldn’t recall how they’d even gotten to this topic of conversation, the events of the night made slightly fuzzy by the alcohol. They were both pleasantly buzzed, cheeks flushed as they giggled about nothing and everything at the same time.
As Megumi’s giggles began to subside, he became acutely aware of the fact that Yuuji was staring at him, the other male’s body angled towards him, where they were lying down together. Megumi turned his head slightly to face Yuuji, feeling a little unraveled by the weight of his gaze. “What is it?” Megumi questioned self-consciously, distractedly tucking a stray lock of hair away from his face, feeling like he had to do something with his hands.
“Mm, no, it’s nothing,” Yuuji responded, beaming at Megumi, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of his smile. “I was just thinking about the fact that you seem happier now. Like, not that you weren’t before, or anything. It’s just that you seem lighter now, y’know? You smile more and you’re not all broody all the time. I mean, you try to act like you are, but I’ve seen you smiling more in the last few weeks than I have since I’ve known you. I’m just glad you’re doing better, Megumi. You really deserve to be happy, more than anyone else I know.”
The kind words almost made Megumi want to cry. Yuuji was right. There was a lightness present in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a while, maybe even since he was a kid. He couldn’t attribute the feeling to any one person in his life, but he knew that Yuuji had played a big part in helping him feel like things were going to be okay again. He wanted to say as much, but the words got caught in his throat when he tried to speak, distracted by the other male’s loaded gaze. Yuuji’s pupils had dilated, swallowing up the light brown of his irises.
He couldn’t tell who it was that leaned in first, but all Megumi knew was that in one moment, they were staring at each other, and in the next, their lips had met. The kiss was brief, just a light press of lips against lips. Megumi could feel his heart threatening to pound right out of his chest, so loud in the quiet space between them that he was almost certain that Yuuji could hear it too. When they pulled away, Yuuji’s eyes were wide, and Megumi wore a matching expression of surprise, unable to believe that they’d really just kissed. The air between them felt fragile, like one wrong movement could shatter the moment entirely.
“I thought you were straight.” Megumi said dumbly, his brain apparently unable to conjure up anything else of value. Thankfully, Yuuji didn’t laugh at the frank statement, looking a little sheepish himself as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought I was too. I guess not, though. Can we, um, do that again, please?”
It was such a distinctly Yuuji thing, to effortlessly accept something new about himself like it was nothing, that Megumi couldn’t help but huff out a soft laugh before leaning back over to connect their lips together again. Megumi shifted closer to Yuuji on the bed, turning on his side to fully face him, their lips melting together as he threaded his fingers through Yuuji’s hair. Kissing Yuuji felt as natural as breathing to Megumi, but his heart continued to pound relentlessly in his chest, a nervous energy buzzing throughout his entire body.
When Yuuji’s tongue traced the seam of Megumi’s lips, Megumi’s mouth dropped open in a moan, allowing Yuuji to slip his tongue inside. Megumi sucked on Yuuji’s tongue, the skittish energy from earlier only spiraling when Yuuji’s large hands found Megumi’s waist. Yuuji was a good kisser, consuming all of Megumi’s thoughts with the way that he worked his lips and tongue against Megumi’s, his fingers clenching around Megumi’s waist as if to ground himself. When Yuuji’s hands slipped beneath the shirt that he had on, Megumi whined into the kiss, an embarrassingly needy noise considering the fact that they hadn’t even done anything yet.
“God,” Yuuji groaned against Megumi’s lips, tightly clutching at his heated skin, pressing so hard that Megumi hoped there would be fingerprint-shaped imprints left behind in his wake. “Didn’t know you could sound like that, Megumi.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Megumi panted in between a string of dizzying kisses, pressing his body against Yuuji beneath the covers, as if he was trying to get underneath his skin. Things escalated quicky as Yuuji pushed the blanket off of them, shifting over so that his body was on top of Megumi’s instead, immediately fitting himself between his legs. Yuuji was so big, his broad frame completely enveloping Megumi’s own. Megumi threw a leg around him, their lips still locked. He moaned into the kiss when Yuuji ground against him, tangling his fingers in his hair and tugging as Yuuji jerked his hips forward again.
Yuuji was already visibly worked up, and the feeling of his hard dick pressed against Megumi’s entrance, even through all the layers of fabric separating them, had Megumi gasping, desperation overtaking his movements as the kiss grew more frantic. He hadn’t even realized that he’d wanted this, but it seemed as if all of the puzzle pieces had clicked into place at the feeling of Yuuji’s body pressed against his own, like that was exactly where he belonged.
Yuuji pulled away, and the sight of Megumi beneath him—flushed, panting, aroused—must have done something to him, his hips jerking beneath him to push against Megumi’s lower half more insistently. “Can I take your shirt off?”
Megumi only nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he stretched his arms out over his head, allowing Yuuji to tug his shirt off. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath, and he felt himself blush at the way that Yuuji’s eyes shamelessly traced his chest, his body seeming to move before his mind had really caught up with it. He leant down to take Megumi’s nipple into his mouth, using his hand to cup Megumi’s breast. Megumi was overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations, digging his fingers into Yuuji’s scalp as Yuuji sucked his nipple into his mouth eagerly, with just a slight hint of teeth.
Yuuji switched to swirling his tongue around his nipple, simultaneously pinching his other nipple on just the right side of too rough. Megumi felt like he was close to coming apart already, squeezing his legs around Yuuji’s waist in an effort to get friction where he wanted it most. After a while of playing with Megumi’s chest, Yuuji made his way back up to Megumi’s neck, sucking a mark into his pale skin before bringing their lips back together again. Megumi keened at the feeling, clutching Yuuji close to him.
“Megumi,” Yuuji murmured against Megumi’s lips, pulling away with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting them, which snapped when Yuuji was far away enough. “Can I keep going? I don’t want to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. I’m gonna be honest, I really want to fuck you. But unless that’s what you want too, we don’t have to. We can just go to sleep and call it a night, alright?”
Megumi flushed bright red at Yuuji’s bluntness, his brain tacking onto the part of the sentence where Yuuji said that he really wanted to fuck him. That may have been new information to Megumi, but there was no taking away from the fact that that was what he wanted too. He wanted to feel Yuuji’s mouth on his skin and his hands through his hair and most importantly, his dick deep inside of him. “Yeah, you can keep going. I want this too, Yuuji.”
Megumi could tell that Yuuji wasn’t entirely convinced yet, trepidation lining his features as his lips parted, as if he was about to speak again. Before Yuuji had the chance to repeat himself, Megumi wrapped his fingers around Yuuji’s wrist, guiding his hand on a slow path down his body before he reached the waistline of his shorts. He brought Yuuji’s hands underneath his shorts and let them dip further below the waistband of his boxers, until Yuuji’s fingers were brushing against Megumi’s bare pussy. He let Yuuji feel for himself just how wet Megumi was, his boxers already soaked from their heated make out session and the attention on his chest. “You’re still not sure whether I want you?”
Yuuji looked like he couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, his fingers moving by their own volition as he stroked Megumi’s folds, his fingers gentle against Megumi’s pussy. “Just like that.” Megumi moaned, releasing his grip around Yuuji’s wrist to pull him down to kiss him instead, sliding his tongue into Yuuji’s mouth as the other male rubbed the pads of his fingers against Megumi’s entrance. Megumi’s knees were already starting to shake in sheer anticipation of Yuuji touching him, his nails digging into the other male’s back when he rubbed over his clit with his thumb.
Megumi lost track of time as Yuuji played with his pussy like his sole purpose was to take Megumi apart, massaging his clit until Megumi was whining, before switching his attention to Megumi’s entrance. He breached him with only one finger at first, allowing Megumi to get used to the feeling of the digit inside of him. Yuuji then pushed another thick finger inside, the stretch satisfying yet painful at the same time, especially considering how long it had been since he’d had something inside of him besides his own slender fingers. When Yuuji resumed the attention on his clit, Megumi could no longer control his volume, his gasps of pleasure ripped out of his throat without his permission.
It was probably the fastest that he’d ever been brought to orgasm, with two of Yuuji’s fingers deep inside of him and his thumb pressing purposeful circles against his clit. Megumi wasn’t even sure that what he was doing could really be called kissing Yuuji back, their tongues twisted together in an open-mouthed exchange. Yuuji was insistent, continuing to work his thumb against his clit even as Megumi’s powerful orgasm ran its course. He had to break the kiss and physically push Yuuji’s hand away from his shuddering body, his thighs shaking with the force of his orgasm as he panted, staring up into Yuuji’s painfully aroused gaze.
Megumi needed a moment to come down from the high, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of his breaths. Yuuji took the time to take off his own shirt, prompting Megumi’s eyes to flicker down his body, tracing the taut skin stretched out over his pecs and abs. Yuuji’s body was basically the physical embodiment of an athlete—which made sense, considering how much time he spent at the gym—but one wouldn’t assume so with his boyish face and innocent features. Big, brown eyes, full lips, pastel-colored hair. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his hair was all ruffled from having Megumi’s fingers running through it. Megumi had always known that Yuuji was incredibly attractive, but just seeing him like this, hovering over Megumi without his shirt on, had an intense wave of arousal washing over him.
“More, Yuuji, touch me more,” Megumi begged, his desperation swallowing up his usual aloofness. Yuuji was quick to comply, pressing a gentle kiss to Megumi’s lips before continuing downwards to press kisses against his neck. He continued his path down, kissing Megumi’s chest before placing an open-mouthed kiss on top of his sensitive abdomen. Megumi realized what Yuuji was going to do and the mere thought of it had him letting out another needy whine, his fingers finding Yuuji’s pink locks as he descended further downwards.
Megumi held his breath in anticipation, torn between craning his neck to watch and letting his head fall back on the pillow. He eventually decided on the latter, deciding that the view, coupled with the feeling of Yuuji’s mouth on him, was probably going to bring him to an early death. At the first swipe of Yuuji’s tongue over his pussy, Megumi moaned out loud, unable to help the way that he yanked on Yuuji’s hair.
Yuuji wasn’t shy about eating Megumi out, not in the slightest. He fit his lips around Megumi’s clit and sucked, remaining for a few moments before he focused his attention on his folds instead, working his tongue over Megumi’s pussy with broad strokes. Megumi should have been able to guess that Yuuji could eat pussy like a champ, making him go out of his mind with pleasure when it didn’t really seem like he was exerting himself at all.
Megumi couldn’t prevent his back from arching off of the bed, pushing his hips up against Yuuji’s mouth. A loud moan escaped him as Yuuji suddenly thrust his tongue into Megumi’s entrance, pushing his tongue against the sensitive walls. He retreated, sliding his tongue from the bottom towards the top of Megumi’s pussy, pausing to take a moment to just breathe over his clit. Megumi whimpered at the feeling of Yuuji’s warm breath against his most sensitive spot, wanting to demand him to stop teasing but unable to catch his breath for long enough to actually form the words to do so.
Luckily, Yuuji made the decision for himself, returning to eating him out with vigor, up-and-down swipes of his tongue against Megumi’s pussy. He varied the pressure and broadness of the strokes of his tongue, and Megumi yelped as the first waves of his orgasm washed over him. “Don’t stop, gonna cum,” Megumi managed to pant out, moaning loudly as Yuuji redoubled his efforts, basically making out with Megumi’s pussy. It was incredibly messy, with how wet Megumi was and with Yuuji’s spit dripping down his chin.
Megumi’s second orgasm of the night zipped through him, and he mindlessly babbled with pleasure as Yuuji continued to lap at Megumi’s pussy like a starving man. This time, Megumi didn’t have the strength to push him away, even when the pleasure began to toe the line of oversensitivity, intensifying the feeling of Yuuji’s heavenly tongue. Yuuji didn’t let up, forcing his tongue right back into Megumi’s entrance right after he’d stopped shaking from his orgasm.
The last thing that Megumi wanted to think about in that moment was Sukuna—putting aside the fact that it was his younger brother that was currently making him lose his mind—but he couldn’t help himself, when he was the only other person that had ever eaten him out before. Sukuna usually saw oral as a precursor to sex, never using his mouth on Megumi for too long before he chose to fuck him instead. Yuuji, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content to eat his pussy for hours.
Yuuji handled Megumi’s pussy with delicate fingers, determinedly continuing to rub circles against his clit. “Your pussy is so cute, Megumi. Almost as cute as you.” The words were said beneath Yuuji’s breath as if he was talking to himself, and they had Megumi flushing red, his cheeks unbearably warm. He didn’t think that he’d ever been described as cute before—other than by Satoru, who hardly counted—and to hear Yuuji call his pussy cute just made him feel unbelievably embarrassed.
Yuuji inserted two fingers into Megumi’s entrance and crooked them upwards, simultaneously sucking on Megumi’s clit while he did it. The combination of Yuuji’s fingers and his tongue had Megumi sobbing, pushing his hips up and tugging on Yuji’s hair so hard that he was probably at risk of pulling the roots out. Yuuji threw his arm over Megumi’s waist to keep him pinned to the bed, thrusting his fingers into Megumi and licking over his folds messily.
“God, you taste so good,” Yuuji spoke right against Megumi’s pussy, seemingly not wanting to pull away for too long before diving right back in again. Time began to blur, with Yuuji’s ministrations making Megumi’s mind go hazy with overwhelming desire. The feeling couldn’t be put into words, where everything seemed to melt together into a string of dizzying arousal.
Distantly, Megumi noticed that the bed was creaking a bit, and he craned his head upwards for just a moment to see what was causing it. He realized that the sound was coming from Yuuji rutting against the bed, as if he was so turned on by eating Megumi out that he just couldn’t help himself. The realization had Megumi crying out, scorching arousal pooling in his stomach. Megumi couldn’t tell up from down anymore, so wholly overwhelmed that by the time his third orgasm hit him, he felt like he had already fallen apart completely.
Megumi sobbed, hot tears falling down his face as he tugged Yuuji’s head away from his pussy, his legs shaking from the overbearing force of his orgasm. His whole body felt like it was experiencing fierce aftershocks, fuzzy pinpricks of pleasure that melted his mind and completely stole his ability to have a single coherent thought. Megumi wasn’t sure how long his body trembled for, but at least a few minutes had to have passed by the time that he finally came down from his high, his breathing eventually evening out into a pace that at least resembled something normal.
“Yuuji,” Megumi mumbled, his voice hoarse from how much he’d been moaning earlier. He was embarrassed by how easily he’d been unraveled by Yuuji’s mouth, his volume probably loud enough to wake up the entire floor of Yuuji’s dorm building.
Yuuji crawled his way back up Megumi’s body to kiss him, open-mouthed right from the start. Megumi moaned out loud at the taste of himself on Yuuji’s tongue, wrapping his arms around Yuuji’s neck to pull him closer, his legs parted to allow Yuuji to grind again him again, but this time, with Megumi’s shorts and boxers out of the way. Yuuji’s shorts were still on, but the rough friction against his sensitive pussy only made him feel even more hopelessly aroused.
Their lips parted, and Megumi stared up at Yuuji, mapping the other male’s features. Maintaining eye contact, Megumi reached below them to squeeze Yuuji’s dick over his boxers, his breath hitching at the feeling of the pulsating length. Yuuji moaned at the touch, his hips jerking forward again out of his control, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Megumi asked quietly, his fingers trailing atop Yuuji’s dick over his boxers. Megumi knew that he was good at giving head, since he’d had his gag reflex practically fucked out of him by Sukuna. Megumi wanted to make sure that Yuuji experienced even a fraction of the amount of pleasure that he’d felt since they’d kissed, especially after all of the orgasms that Yuuji had given him.
Yuuji simply shook his head though, gently guiding Megumi’s hand off of his dick as he did so. “No, that’s okay. Just let me take care of you, baby, okay?” The word baby, coming from Yuuji’s voice, had Megumi shivering all over again, wholly unaware that his body could have such a visceral reaction to a single word. Yuuji seemed to realize the effect that it had on Megumi, cursing beneath his breath as he leant down to kiss him again.
The kiss lasted for only a few moments before Yuuji was pulling away to rid himself of his basketball shorts and boxers, leaving him bare. Megumi could hardly bear the sight of thick, strong thighs and Yuuji’s dick, flushed and hard to the touch. At that instant, Megumi needed to know what it felt like to be speared on the other male’s dick, so thick that he knew he would be sore for days.
“Put it in.” Megumi demanded, pulling Yuuji closer to him. He’d already come thrice, but he still had room in himself to beg, so aroused that there was no space for the usual feelings of insecurity that loomed in his head. Yuuji wrapped his hand around his dick, tugging it and groaning at the feeling. Megumi watched, gaze transfixed as Yuuji stroked his dick, pre-come dripping from the tip of the head as he stared at Megumi. “God, you’re beautiful. You’re so gorgeous, Megumi. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen before.”
“Stop it.” Megumi whined, throwing an arm over his face to cover himself up. He didn’t know how to deal with the praise, especially in such a vulnerable position, laid out and completely bare beneath Yuuji. He replaced Yuuji’s hand with his own, wrapping his fingers around his length and feeling for himself how hard the other male was. Yuuji’s dick was warm to the touch, and Megumi tried to guide it towards where he really wanted it, a cut-off whine caught in his throat.
“Wait, baby,” Yuuji groaned, hissing at the feeling of his bare dick pressed against Megumi’s folds, the tip getting wet from Megumi’s pussy. “Let me get a condom real quick, give me a second.”
“Don’t need one. Just put it in now.” Megumi was quick to respond, his gaze focused on where Yuuji’s dick was just barely breaching his entrance, his thick head pressed right against Megumi’s hole, still shivery from Yuuji’s ministrations earlier. He couldn’t wait a second longer to have Yuuji inside of him, feeling like he was going to die the longer that he had to go without it.
It was like the words had a light switch flipping off in Yuuji’s head. “Yeah, baby, I’ll put it in. Gonna take care of you, I promise.” He shuffled forward on his knees, manhandling Megumi’s lower body so that he was bent almost in half, leaving his hole completely exposed. Megumi whimpered at the display of Yuuji’s strength and the vulnerability of the position, his hands falling beside him on the bed. His legs ached from the stretch, but he could hardly focus on the burn as Yuuji finally pressed forward, fully breaching Megumi’s entrance.
Megumi let out a string of broken moans, fingers clenched into the bedsheets as Yuuji steadily pushed in, his body stretched well beyond its physical limits. Yuuji didn’t stop until he was all the way inside of him, his balls flush against Megumi’s body.
“You feel incredible. You’re so fucking tight, Megumi, you feel so good. Still so tight even with how wet you are, it’s insane.” Yuuji panted, his voice strained as he held himself there, careful not to jostle Megumi with any sudden movements. Even like this, when Yuuji wanted to begin thrusting so bad that his arms were strained from the effort of holding back, he was considerate for Megumi, putting his comfort above his own pleasure. The thought had a warm feeling settling all over Megumi, and he finally spoke, his voice shaky and the words stretched thin. “You can start moving, Yuuji. Please.”
Yuuji did exactly as told, movements careful as he pulled out of Megumi’s body until just the tip remained, before pushing back inside. Megumi’s mouth opened in a silent moan, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest all over again as Yuuji began to move inside of him at a steady pace.
It was unthinkable for Megumi, to have Yuuji be the one to take him apart like this. His abs flexed with every single movement of his hips, his face shiny with sweat, his eyes boring into Megumi’s own. Like everything that Yuuji did, he fucked with a certain sense of self-assuredness and confidence, both of his hands wrapped around Megumi’s knees to keep his legs propped up so that Yuuji could slide in and out of him easily.
“Nothing’s ever gonna compare to how good you feel, Megumi. You’re perfect in every single way possible, I swear to God.” Yuuji spoke with clarity, praise slipping off his tongue like it was second nature to him. Yuuji was always quick to praise Megumi, whatever the situation, but to hear praise in this context made Megumi feel like he was being rewritten from the inside out.
Megumi whined, unable to speak as Yuuji’s thrusts grew rougher, deeper. Yuuji had the stamina of a horse, his dick nestled against Megumi’s walls with every thrust in, pressed directly against his g-spot and making him go out of his mind with want. Yuuji shifted one of his hands from Megumi’s leg to his pussy instead, fingers ghosting over where they were joined together and groaning at the feeling.
He brought his hand to Megumi’s clit, beginning to rub steady circles onto the nub as he continued the relentless pace of his hips. The additional stimulation was far too much for Megumi, an overwhelming onslaught of pleasure. His pussy was already incredibly sensitive from the three orgasms that he’d had earlier, so to have the added sensation of Yuuji’s dick repeatedly pushing in and out of him and the pressure on his clit was all-encompassing.
“You’re taking my dick so well, baby. Cum for me, come on.” Yuuji said raggedly, the pace of his hips and fingers demanding, as he did everything in his power to bring Megumi to his peak again. Megumi shook his head, his whole face and neck flushed as he keened, doing his best to form a coherent sentence even when all of his thoughts had turned to mush. “I can’t, Yuuji. I can’t do it again, I’m gonna die.” It might have sounded dramatic, but Megumi was already sensitive as it was, and the thought of having another orgasm made him feel like he might actually break. His whole body was on edge, so full that it felt like Yuuji’s dick was creating new space for himself just to fit inside of him, his pussy so wet that the mess of his own fluids and Yuuji’s pre-come were probably destroying Yuuji’s bedsheets.
“You’re not gonna die, baby. I know you can do it. I know you can go again, you’ve been so good for me. Come on.” Yuuji sounded like he was on the edge himself, his words melting together in a way that clearly illustrated his burning desire. Megumi sobbed at the words, his eyelashes matted with unshed tears. He wasn’t sure if his body was even capable of having another orgasm, but the fact that Yuuji was asking him to do it made him want to make it happen more than anything else.
Megumi couldn’t reconcile the image of Yuuji that he usually had to the one that was inside of him right now. He knew him as a sunshine boy, always kind and considerate of others, but he was taking Megumi apart in the most merciless way possible, thrusting so deep inside of Megumi that it felt like he was hitting his cervix on every thrust in, his fingers practically a blur on his clit.
Yuuji used his free hand to press down on Megumi’s stomach, and the pressure had Megumi letting out a panicked cry, powerless to the extreme pleasure that the simple action brought about, making Megumi feel so full that he could hardly make a noise, let alone breathe.
“God, I’m so deep inside of you, I can feel myself all the way up here.” Yuuji said in awe, like he was surprised himself at what Megumi’s body was capable of doing. “Do you think I could knock you up like this?”
The entirely unexpected nature of the question had Megumi practically screaming as his vision went white, his orgasm hitting him out of nowhere as his hand found Yuuji’s arm, his nails digging into the other male’s skin in an attempt to ground himself. His walls clenched around Yuuji’s dick, squeezing so tight that it must have been at least a little bit painful, judging by the ensuing hiss of sensitivity that Yuuji let out as Megumi continued to clench around him.
Yuuji halted the movement of his fingers on Megumi’s pussy, dropping down so that he could capture his lips in a heated kiss. Megumi felt like he was still coming, staggering pleasure washing over him in waves, drowning him as he did his best to kiss Yuuji back. He was mostly panting into Yuuji’s mouth, the other male’s tongue pushing in and out of his mouth as if to mirror the motion of his hips.
Megumi held Yuuji close to him as Yuuji’s pace slowed, his movements practically coming to a standstill, as his dick remained inside of Megumi. Megumi whined in protest, breaking the kiss to stare up at Yuuji with a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” Megumi inquired, worry coloring his words. He didn’t want Yuuji to stop, not now and possibly not ever.
“Do you want me to pull out? Is it too much?” Yuuji asked, his eyes all big with concern. Megumi realized that he probably looked completely fucked out, but that didn’t matter to him at all. Megumi’s body was completely numb with exhaustion, oversensitivity accompanying every single movement of Yuuji’s hips, but he didn’t care. He needed Yuuji to come inside him, fill him up and give him something to think about for the next few months, probably.
“No, you can’t. Not until you finish.” Megumi paused, a belated feeling of embarrassment causing his face to heat up. “Want you to cum inside me, Yuuji. Want to feel you filling me up. I need it, please.” Yuuji groaned at the words, never having heard Megumi speaking in a manner that was so vulgar before, his desperation overtaking his tendency to remain reserved.
Yuuji did as Megumi wanted, resuming the motion of his hips as he pushed in and out of his body. Megumi whined, a mixture of pain and pleasure, the oversensitivity intensifying the feeling of every single drag of Yuuji’s dick inside of him. Yuuji’s hips were moving in aborted thrusts, his hands clutched tightly to Megumi’s thighs. Megumi’s legs had given out, so they were splayed around Yuuji’s waist instead, his body completely limp as Yuuji did whatever he wanted to him.
“Gonna fill you up so fucking good, Megumi. You won’t be able to think of anything else but my dick for months, baby. God, you’re so gorgeous. You take my dick so well and you’re so fucking perfect, you feel so good. You always look so fucking stunning, it drives me crazy how much I want you.” Yuuji’s words were beginning to lose coherence as he slammed inside of Megumi, his hesitance from earlier seeming to melt away completely, the sounds of their bodies slapping together making Megumi’s thoughts go all fuzzy.
After what could have been just moments or full eternities, Megumi couldn’t really tell, Yuuji slammed inside of him one last time, his dick pulsing in Megumi as he came inside of him. Megumi sobbed out at the feeling, a warmth enveloping his entire body at the feeling of Yuuji’s cum pushed deep into his body. Megumi mindlessly brought a hand to his abdomen, gaze mesmerized, as Yuuji fucked into him a few more times, pushing his cum even deeper inside of Megumi.
After a few moments filled with just the sound of their heavy breaths, Yuuji finally pulled out of Megumi, causing a feeling of emptiness more intense than he’d ever felt before. He whimpered at the feeling, and Yuuji was immediately there to cradle Megumi in his arms, holding him close. Megumi didn’t care how sticky or messy they both were, reveling in the physical closeness as he clung back to Yuuji.
“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Yuuji murmured as he kissed the top of Megumi’s forehead, and Megumi keened at the praise, his fingers tightening around Yuuji. He was being embarrassingly clingy, and he knew that he should probably pull away, seeing as Yuuji had never seen this side of him before. He didn’t want Yuuji to start thinking less of him because of it, to be struck with the realization that Megumi wasn’t as strong as he outwardly portrayed himself to be.
At the same time, though, Megumi couldn’t help but feel like Yuuji was one of the only people that he could fully be himself around. Megumi didn’t think that Yuuji would ever hold it against him or make him feel like less because of it. Yuuji had never treated him that way—not when he’d first met Megumi, not when he’d found out about his breakup, not when he’d learnt about his complicated family history. He’d always been there for him, big smile and infectious laugh, and Megumi couldn’t ask for any more than that. It was with this thought in mind that Megumi allowed himself to remain in Yuuji’s arms, their breaths mellowing out and syncing with each other as Megumi fought the urge to fall asleep, distantly knowing that they should probably get cleaned up first.
After a while, Yuuji eventually stood, guiding Megumi off of the bed and to the bathroom—thankfully, Yuuji’s dorm room was one that had an attached bathroom—and getting him into the shower. Megumi felt like the things happening to him were happening in a third person view, bone-deep exhaustion settling in every single part of his body, all of the thoughts in his head lacking clarity. He let Yuuji take care of him, the other male seemingly perfectly content to do so as he gently washed Megumi’s body, helping him rinse off and wrapping him up in a fluffy towel afterwards.
He deposited Megumi at his desk before stripping off the bedsheets and replacing them with fresh ones, and then Megumi was being redressed with one of Yuuji’s shirts, before being guided back into the bed. Megumi was beginning to feel more lucid, the haze from earlier seeming to have cleared up as he watched Yuuji put on a shirt and some boxers before switching off the lights and getting into bed beside Megumi. Megumi was still extremely sleepy, his body pleased with Yuuji’s gentle treatment. Megumi pressed his nose to the fabric of Yuuji’s shirt, breathing it in, a content hum leaving him at Yuuji’s familiar scent.
Yuuji watched him do so, his flush evident even in the darkness of the room. “Megumi. We’re gonna talk about this tomorrow, right? There’s no way I can pretend that this didn’t happen.” Yuuji said, the quiet words lined with evident uncertainty. Megumi hated that he was the reason that Yuuji had to feel that way, and he brought a hand up to gently cup the other male’s cheek, his cheeks warming as Yuuji nuzzled his face against Megumi’s hand.
“Yeah, we are.” Megumi replied, the faintest smile ghosting his lips as he shifted forward to press a brief kiss on Yuuji’s lips. The action seemed to relax Yuuji as he nodded, bringing his own hand up to intertwine his fingers with Megumi’s. “I like you, Megumi. I don’t know how long I’ve known for, and you don’t need to say it back or anything, but I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you today. And I don’t regret it one bit. Sorry, I know all you probably wanna do right now is go to sleep, but I had to get this out of my system first or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep the whole night.”
Megumi chuckled at Yuuji’s rambling, squeezing their hands together where they were joined. “I like you too, Yuuji. I might need a while to sort out my feelings, but that’s only because I don’t want to mess things up and hurt you. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but since we met, you’ve done way more for me than you even know.” Megumi paused, amusement coloring his next words. “But I do have to say that I wasn’t expecting you to start talking about knocking me up the first time that we slept together. I’m on birth control, by the way, so that’s not going to happen. Sorry for letting you down.”
Yuuji let out a groan, covering his face with both of his hands. “God, I don’t know what brought me to say something like that. It was just in the heat of the moment, alright? Please don’t make fun of me for that. I’m so fucking embarrassed.” Megumi giggled again, and the pair eventually drifted asleep like that, completely wrapped up in each other as their words began to blur with drowsiness.
Sometime later that night, Megumi was awoken by the sound of shuffling, presumably from the sound of Yuuji returning to bed after having used the bathroom. Megumi’s heart leapt in his chest at the feeling of Yuuji pressing a soft kiss to his head and folding him in his arms, snuggling closer to him beneath the covers. Through the haze of sleep, Megumi could just barely make out the fact that Yuuji was mumbling something beneath his breath. His words were hushed and syrupy sweet, likely not meant for Megumi’s ears to pick up, seeing as Yuuji probably thought that he was fast asleep.
You’re so sweet, Megumi. I can’t believe you think you don’t deserve me. If anything, I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. I don’t know how anyone could ever have you and choose to let you go. I would never do something like that to you. I’ll treat you right, I swear. I’m gonna take such good care of you, baby.
Megumi was twenty-one years old when he fell in love.