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Megumi is the worst man on earth.
Correction: Megumi is the worst human in the whole universe, actually, and he knows this because he’s flaming with jealousy at the knowledge that there’s a girl in his step-brother’s room.
A pretty little bleach blonde thing, all feminine curves and sun-tanned skin. The mere sight of her at the door an hour ago made Megumi pop a blood vessel. He thinks he’s popped several more since then.
It’s so ridiculous. It’s even more ridiculous that he knows it’s ridiculous and yet he’s still raging about it.
Yuuji and him have been— fooling around? Rendezvousing? Fucking? Whatever you wanna call it, they’ve been doing it for a month or so now. The situation doesn’t make Megumi feel nearly as guilty as he thought it would; Yuuji’s dick game is too good to feel especially bad about it. It probably helps that they haven’t been caught yet.
But being on the DL with a guy you’re technically related to means you don't really have a say on if he invites some skimpily-dressed whore from his classes into his room for the day.
He wants to scream. He really wants to make a fit and cry and mope until Yuuji kicks her out and hangs out with him instead. Lets Megumi lie in his lap while he assures that Megumi’s the only one for him. But, Megumi’s a grown man, so he settles for just shouting into his pillow instead.
What does she have that Megumi doesn’t? Megumi has a pussy. He can suck dick. He lets Yuuji fuck him without a condom. Those are, like, the 3 best things a man could ask for.
Megumi’s kinda bratty, sure— makes his unhappiness known whenever he can, but Yuuji likes him like that. Loves to press Megumi’s head into the mattress and regret whatever snarky comment he made earlier in the day, loves to make Megumi repeat whatever he said to piss Yuuji off while he’s getting his cervix bruised.
It’s a healthy push and pull. Whatever Yuuji wants in that girl, Megumi can give it to him tenfold. He doesn’t understand why Yuuji would need anyone else.
He bashes his head against the pillowcase a couple times. So stupid. So, so stupid.
The light head injury doesn’t stop Megumi’s moping.
He can hear them talk through the thin walls of the house. The blonde’s giggling about something, and Megumi knows far too well Yuuji isn’t nearly as funny as she’s making him out to be. She’s so obvious it puts him to shame.
Hearing Yuuji laugh back and continue the conversation pisses him off even more. It’s too muffled to hear what they’re on about, but the fact that Yuuji’s enjoying the woman’s company is enough to set Megumi off.
Set Megumi off enough to do something really stupid.
He shuffles up from lying stomach down on the bed, grasping his phone from the nightstand and sitting against the pillowcases. The Devil on Megumi’s shoulder cackles as he pulls down his boxers, spreads his pretty pink cunt a bit, and snaps a photo before he can start having second thoughts.
Yuuji’s phone is set to Do Not Disturb. Megumi clicks notify anyway.
Yuu-nii 🧡
Yuuji
Miss you.
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Megumi’s positively buzzing, far too pleased with himself. The reply is instant— his phone doesn’t even have the chance to turn off before it buzzes.
megumi
fucking hell
are u serious????
u kno i have someone over right
If he’s being honest, he’s not even particularly horny. But Yuuji is insatiable, and the best way to get his brother’s attention is sex. His fingers move to message back.
Obviously.
I need you, Yuuji. It doesn’t feel good without you
Megumi attaches another photo, far more lewd than the last. Two fingers are stuffed inside himself to the hilt, slick making his hand and folds glisten in the lighting.
He plays with himself idly, less out of a need for release and more out of impatience as he waits for Yuuji to respond.
im
so fucking mad at you rn
give me 10
Love you, Yuu-nii
Yuuji doesn’t reply. That's fine. Megumi got what he wanted, anyway.
There’s nervous chatter across the wall, something that sounds an awful lot like ‘sorry, something came up, can we meet again another time?’ before he can hear footsteps leaving Yuuji’s bedroom and scurry down the hall. The front door opens, and then shuts with an all too violent slam.
It’s not long before his door slams open too.
“Megumi—”
“Hi.” Megumi’s at least had the decency to stop touching himself, “How was your friend? Sounded like you two had a nice time,”
“Megumi,”
“What was her name again? God, i don't remember,”
“Megumi,”
He interrupts again, “Either way, she left in a rush. What was up? Freaked out by your hard-on?”
There’s a calloused hand clutching Megumi’s jaw. Yuuji’s hand is tight against him, and when Megumi looks up the darkness in Yuuji’s eyes gets him worked up all over again. He’s pissed. It makes Megumi giddy, makes him want to push more buttons. Bite off more than he can chew.
“Fucking— listen to me. Are you listening?”
Megumi tries to nod, but Yuuji’s hold on him is too tight, too possessive. His head stays stagnant.
“Words, Megumi.” Yuuji orders. Megumi’s mouth opens before he can even think about it.
“Yeah. Yes. I’m listening.”
His brother cards his free hand, the one currently not dangerously close to Megumi’s throat, through his own hair. Slicks short pink strands back, huffs a heavy breath of annoyance.
“Are you jealous of her? Megumi, fuck, I don’t even remember her name. She was here for some group project. She has a boyfriend, I think.”
Megumi’s face sours, furrowing his brows in a way that looks like ‘like that has ever stopped anyone.’
“Not my point,” Yuuji sighs, softening his expression. “‘m yours, Megumi. Your brother, everything.”
Megumi squints, and he suddenly feels very, very stupid. Like, how could Yuuji ever pick anyone over him? Megumi’s the only one who’s seen Yuuji like this, has owned him so wholly and completely.
“Mine,” Megumi sniffles, reaffirming Yuuji’s words just because he can. He nuzzles against his step-brother’s iron hold, content.
“Yours.” Yuuji lets go of his jaw in favour of stroking his cheek, rubbing his thumb against the reddened skin. “Are you gonna say sorry, now?”
Megumi looks at Yuuji through long wispy eyelashes, audibly hums, thinking about it. “…Sorry, Yuu.”
“So good for me.” and Yuuji leans in, connecting his lipswith Megumi’s own. He tastes of something artificially sweet, addictive, a candy he’s probably been snacking on while hanging out with that girl.
Megumi whines into the kiss, taking a hold on Yuuji’s shoulders and leading them both down until his body’s practically draped over the younger. Like this, it’s hard not to notice how big Yuuji is compared to him. 200-ish pounds of pure muscle. Megumi’s not out of shape by any means, but next to Yuuji he feels tiny. Insignificant. It turns him on so much it’s dizzying.
Their breaths intermingle, tongues wrestling against each other as Megumi grasps at the soft fabric of Yuuji’s shirt. “Yuu, I want—“
Megumi doesn’t need to say anything else, Yuuji knows. He always does. Yuuji parts from Megumi’s lips— chuckling when he whimpers at the loss— and sinks lower, lower down onto the bed sheets until he’s eye-level with Megumi’s cunt.
“You’re so wet, haven’t even touched you. I thought you couldn’t get off by yourself?” Yuuji just, stares. Doesn’t even come close to touching him, inspects and analyses his leaking pussy like it’s not begging for stimulation. When Megumi’s hips buck up, a desperate attempt for Yuuji to just get a fucking move on already, the older grips him by the thighs and keeps them still like it’s nothing.
Megumi shakes his head rapidly, “It’s not the same, fuck, Yuuji touch me, please,”
“I am touching you. Ask your brother nicely.” Yuuji pouts, because he’s a dickhead. Dick. Wait, Megumi really wants Yuuji’s dick inside him.
Megumi squirms against his touch, always does even though he knows there’s nothing he could do to get out of Yuuji’s hold. “Nii-san, touch me. Eat me out, finger me, whatever you want just— need you, pleasepleaseplease,”
He sounds pathetic. Megumi doesn’t care in the slightest, because the next moment Yuuji’s mouth is on him— sucking on his clit like a popsicle while he bullies two thick fingers inside Megumi's hole.
Megumi lets out little high pitched ‘ah-ah’s, crying out as Yuuji licks the already-drooling inside of his pussy. “Always taste so good, Megs,” Yuuji’s barely understandable when his mouth is wide open, suckling at Megumi’s cunt but the younger shivers all the same. Shoots a hand down and grasps at Yuuji’s hair to ground himself. So sensitive.
Yuuji tongue delves lower, licking inside Megumi’s sopping cunt, stretching him out impossibly further alongside calloused digits. Megumi sighs in pleasure, rocking his hips idly against the heat of Yuuji’s lips.
Megumi’s about to complain when Yuuji’s tongue departs from his pussy, giving his clit one last kiss before pulling himself back. But then Yuuji curls his fingers up, right into his sweet spot, and the complaint dies on his lips with a broken whimper. His step-brother grins.
“You’re so pliant like this, Megs. Do you even remember what you’re mad about?” Yuuji coos, all condescending. Megumi should really have half a mind to be pissed off at him about it— but he thinks his brain matter is leaking out of his cunt.
“Fuck me,” He finds himself saying instead. “Didn’t you come here to get your dick wet? Fuck me.”
Yuuji tuts, digging his fingers in deeper somehow, “Always forgetting your manners.”
He can never deny Megumi for very long, so after a couple well-timed thrusts, stroking against the soaking walls, Yuuji pulls his fingers out with a loud squelch.
Megumi is nothing but overeager to unzip Yuuji’s jeans for him— swatting Yuuji’s own hands away and shuffling his pants down along with his boxers. His cock springs out, red and leaking. A bead of precum slides down the tip.
Dainty hands hold onto Yuuji’s dick, “And you were teasing me for being wet. Hypocrite.” Megumi huffs, stroking him from base to tip, spreading his precum around as lubrication. Yuuji groans at the sight.
Megumi fists Yuuji’s cock for a few more minutes, and fuck, no matter how many times he takes it, Yuuji feels huge. His hand couldn’t curl against his girth even if he tried. Megumi salivates, he could definitely lube it up better with his mouth— next time, his brain supplies. Right now he just needs something inside him as soon as possible.
Yuuji playfully slaps his hands away and repositions himself, dick resting right in between Megumi’s folds. “You ready?”
Megumi hums as a response, stretching his arms out on the ruffled sheets like a cat. He does nothing to help the slide in except snake his legs around Yuuji’s waist, keeping him snug inside as he bottoms out inside the wet heat.
The first couple of thrusts are slow, and Megumi aches for more. Despite his desire to just sit back and relax, let Yuuji do all the work and get his fill, he rolls his hips in tandem with Yuuji’s. Signalling for more.
Megumi moans out, “Yuu-nii, come on,”
Yuuji snaps his hips, then, finally giving Megumi the roughness he needs to get off. Gripping onto Megumi’s hips like a vice, his cock kisses the tip of the younger’s womb on the upstroke, garbling whatever words Megumi wanted to say into whimpers of pleasure.
“So tight, Megumi, shit. How could I fuck anyone else when you get like this? Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Megumi’s eyes are glazed over, from unshed tears or from just being so cockdrunk he’s unable to focus— it’s hard to tell. He feels horrendously vulnerable as Yuuji matches his thrusts to whispers of sweet nothings, praising him for taking his brother’s dick so well. He can’t think, can’t process Yuuji’s words enough to respond with more than a whined ‘yes,’
“Yuuji, Yuu— Nii-san,” He doesn’t know what he’s calling out for, what he even wants. More of Yuuji, maybe. To fully consume him until there’s nothing left, to be so possessed by him that Megumi can burrow himself a spot in his ribcage. Maybe.
“Want you,” Megumi moans, because he can’t exactly say all that to Yuuji.
“You have me, all of me— ‘s yours.”
It’s far more intimate than anything they’ve done before. A far cry from the low dirty talk, the rough thrusts and spanks on Megumi’s ass.
Yuuji moves his hands up until they both cradle Megumi’s cheeks, gazing into green eyes like there’s something there he’s never noticed. The touch almost feels like a confession, but Megumi knows much better than that.
He leans into the touch anyways, rubs the side of his face against Yuuji’s warm hands as he continues to rock into him. Taking advantage of his closeness. Yuuji might still be saying something, he can distantly hear the mumbling above him, but his mind has gotten so fuzzy it’s hard to tell.
The wet slap of Yuuji’s hips against his, the grounding touch of Yuuji’s palm, the knowledge that Megumi is the only one that Yuuji wants like this, the feeling is all too much for him, and tears begin flowing as well as the warmth in his stomach.
Megumi hics, sniffles as he nods at words that he’s not even processing. There’s not even anything mind blowing about what they're doing— it’s a position they’ve done before at a pace they’ve done before, and yet.
He can’t handle it. Megumi mewls on Yuuji’s cock, and now he’s the one mumbling mindless praises.
“Feels so good, Yuu-nii, I can’t, can’t take anymore— too full, does it feel good for you too? Wanna be good,” he’s shaking like a leaf, tears spilling further down his cheeks and onto Yuuji’s palms. He feels guilty for staining them.
“Shhh, you’re good, baby, you’re good. The best. And you can take more because you’re so good, right?”
He’s playing dirty, using Megumi’s words against him. Megumi tries to scowl, but his face muscles won't work with him. He also really, really wants to be good. So good Yuuji won’t even try to think about anyone else, so good Yuuji’s equally as obsessed with him as he is with Yuuji.
Megumi sighs as Yuuji bullies his cock further inside, “Mmhmm.”
When Yuuji leans down to leave soft, open-mouthed kisses all over Megumi’s face— first on his forehead, then his cheek, then his eyelids, and finally his plush lips— Megumi can’t help but sob out. The tears just wont stop flowing, and the heat in his tummy is burning him up even more and fuck, he’s going to cum just from Yuuji kissing him.
He can’t imagine what he looks like right now. Mouth open, tears rolling down his face like he’s having a breakdown, begging out blindly for more, Yuuji, more, I’m so close.
“I know you are sweetheart,” Yuuji punctuates his words by continuing to plow into his cunt, “just let go. I’ll be here, cum for me, Megumi. Cum on Nii-san’s cock.”
And that's all he needs. As soon as Yuuji stops speaking, Megumi’s gushing onto his cock— soaking the both of them with his juices as it pours out of him like a faucet. Megumi thinks he actually screams, calls out for Yuuji, probably moans out something pathetic that he’d never say under normal circumstances.
“There you go, good boy,” Yuuji moves a thumb to rub at his clit as he comes down from his high, revelling at the feeling of Megumi’s little cock twitching underneath him. Megumi’s practically vibrating as he blinks back into consciousness, trembling from the overstimulation— Yuuji’s thrust’s unrelenting.
Yuuji speaks up as Megumi begins to calm, tone nothing more than a whisper, “do you want me to cum inside, baby boy? Want me to fuck you full, get you knocked up? Tell me, Megs. C’mon, you can speak.” Megumi feels like he can’t. Like he’s a fresh bowl of jello and goo and whatever other wobbly substance he can think of. But, Yuuji says he should, so he will.
Yuuji taps his cheek with two fingers, prompting. Megumi’s off like a rocket.
“Want it— please, Yuu, I need you. Need you to claim me Yuuji, yours, yoursyoursyours—” he’s babbling, fuck, it’s bad, Megumi knows he’s messed up. But Yuuji still looks at him with big, kind eyes and nods at his words. Reaffirms them like it’s the truth.
Yuuji nestles a home for his cock inside Megumi, burrowing inside of his sweet spot when he pushes as deep as he can and cums inside. Permission was all he needed, apparently, because Yuuji groans and releases like he was just waiting to get Megumi pregnant. Fills his womb up and then some.
“Fuuuck, so pretty.”
Cum seeps out of Megumi’s sore cunt, hot liquid easing Yuuji’s pull out. Megumi can’t really process what’s going on— but Yuuji’s calling him pretty. Megumi likes being pretty if it’s Yuuji calling him that. So fucking mushy. It makes him sick.
Makes him fall even farther.
Megumi couldn’t tell you what kind of headspace he gets in after Yuuji fucks him. Like a little doll, pliant and only really receptive to his brother’s touch.
He lets Yuuji pick him up bridal-style and lead him to the bathroom, just humming when Yuuji starts turning the hot water on and fills the bath up. Megumi doesn’t understand why he’s been brought in to watch Yuuji bathe. He likes the view, though.
But, oh— suddenly the bath is full already, and Yuuji’s picking him up again— lying him gently down into the warmth, holding the back of his head so Megumi doesn’t drift off and drown.
“Can I get in with you, baby?”
It’s too much for Megumi, he can’t handle this level of sweetness from a guy he was never meant to like in the first place. And Megumi is nothing but a weak, weak man, so he murmurs a ‘yeah,’ and leans into Yuuji’s bare chest when he sinks down behind him.
He allows Yuuji to wash his hair, his back, every nook and cranny of his skin that even has the possibility of being dirty. Megumi lets his eyes shut as Yuuji scrubs the soap off his torso, leaning his head into the crook of Yuuji’s neck.
Yuuji’s cooing at him, he knows, teasing him for falling asleep so easily. It’s hard not to, around Yuuji. He’s kinda like the tattered, years-old weighted blanket Megumi can’t sleep without. Heavy and comforting.
Megumi blinks awake a couple times. Mumbles out something like “Y’ji,” when he’s carried out of the bath and dried off on top of the toilet. Yuuji only shushes him.
Megumi wakes again when Yuuji lies him down on his own bed, bigger than Megumi’s, and snuggles himself under the covers to cuddle Megumi to sleep. Curls around the smaller, spooning him.
Despite it all, despite the roaring confusion in Megumi’s throat, in the dark of Yuuji’s bedroom, his head finally goes quiet. The incessant buzzing of jealousy turns off— replaced with the horrible, euphoric feeling of affection.
Maybe he deserves the rest, for once.
“G’night, Megs.”
Yuuji kisses Megumi’s forehead. He turns the lamp on his bedside table off. He kisses Megumi again, on his shoulder, just for good measure.
Yuuji falls asleep, hand draped over Megumi’s tummy. Yuuji snores in his ear the whole fucking night, and for once, Megumi doesn’t complain about it.