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Sukuna has always admired Megumi. His strength of will, his moral compass, his dependability. His flexibility. Sukuna loves Megumi, and Sukuna loves having sex with Megumi.
Fucking, love making, humping. Using Megumi’s thighs, ass, core, sucking on his little dick or fucking him open on his tongue, letting Megumi use Sukuna’s own dicks however he wants. God, and how could Sukuna ever say no when Megumi holds up red straps and a cock of his own—sometimes even of the monster variety if Sukuna has been especially good and deserves a treat—sultry green eyes devouring him before thin, petal pink lips ever have the chance to?
Whether on bottom or top or hell, even sideways, Sukuna loves making Megumi fall apart, loves watching every thought bleed away until all that’s left is more more more please Sukuna more. Megumi is always thinking, plotting, ensuring everything goes to plan. He’s never greedy, either, and Sukuna loves it when he can coax it out of him. He loves the sweet kisses, the process of cleaning up after a long night, the cuddles that come with it, bodies pressed so close together neither can figure out their individual start or end after a fulfilling night.
Not for the first time, and hopefully not for the last, he’s able to admire Megumi’s nude form. The slight swell of his chest, larger than they would be just from working out and certainly fuller than normal, broad shoulders, strong arms and thighs littered with silvered stretch marks that match the ones on his hips. All things Sukuna knows lurk under baggy t-shirts and loose work uniforms, and he wants nothing more than to devour pale, scarred skin. The six-pack Megumi has is relaxed now, though flexes every so often as the tension grows thicker the longer Sukuna uses only his lower hands to keep Megumi’s legs up and spread, held around slim ankles. He lets only his eyes wander, landing on his happy trail, then down to the full, untamed bush of coarse black hair gone wild surrounding a splash of wet, soft pink and framed on either side by pale, thick, hairy thighs.
A stuttered breath falls through Megumi’s lips as Sukuna gently traces his sharp nails over those inner thighs, pink core clenching as sticky, clear liquid oozes out while near the top, Megumi’s dick grows just a bit longer in length, close to three centimeters now. Sukuna smiles. All this, just from some kissing and light teasing, and maybe the knowledge of what’s to come.
No longer are they teenagers messing around at night in dorms, biting lips and fingers to keep quiet, blindly, awkwardly fumbling their way through it all, figuring out their mess of limbs. Now they both have experience, and for his birthday, all Sukuna wanted was to put that experience to the test, make Megumi come over and over with fingers, tongue, dick, toys. Whatever it took to keep the man below him a writhing, mindless mess of pleasure, all while preparing to do something they’ve never done before.
Sukuna wants to fuck his core open with both his dicks at the same time.
When Megumi had asked what Sukuna wanted for his birthday, that had been his answer. He’d been thinking about it for a while, and this presented the perfect opportunity. Megumi, however, had turned so red he’d had to sit down for a second.
“That uh, that sounds like more a present for— for me than it does for you, though,” Megumi mutters, clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly, the red spreading down the back of his neck and over the tips of his ears. His eyes are hazy, unfocused over Sukuna’s shoulder, filthy images flashing through his mind on clear display.
“Really now? But watching you succumb to pleasure—it’s one of the most beautiful sights in this world and the next.” Sukuna says, dropping his voice down to a sultry whisper, meeting Megumi’s level, lips hovering over those red ears, running hot, to say, “I’m the one who gets to watch you squirm, yeah? Get to be the one who makes you cream and squirt and cry till there’s nothing left in you. It’s an image I crave, sounds I long to hear wrenched from your chest… It’s the perfect present for me, wouldn’t you agree?”
A choked noise was all Megumi could make, and one fist came up, hitting on his shoulder just once to get Sukuna to back off while Megumi processed, hand pressed firmly over his mouth. His face hadn’t cooled off at all through dinner, barely able to so much as glance in Sukuna’s direction, always ready with a smirk and a wink when their eyes met. He squirmed all night in his chair and through dishes, thighs clenching and hands near trembling until Sukuna sank down to his knees, sucked his dick and slowly fucking two thick fingers into his ass, one of Megumi’s legs draped over his shoulder right by the kitchen sink to help take the edge off.
Sukuna comes back to reality, smiling down at his partner and leaning in for another kiss, hands smoothing up to hold Megumi’s knees and hips, his bare core pressing right up against Sukuna’s thigh—warm, plush flesh against warm, firm flesh. Megumi’s breath stutters again, hips jerking at first before settling into a slow, smooth grind and Sukuna can’t help but grin, breaking off the kiss.
“You ready?” Sukuna asks, sliding his hands up and down, barely touching, sometimes scratching, avidly watching goosebumps break out as Megumi’s nipples harden. He’s impatient to suck them, lean down and bite them, to leave hickeys all over Megumi’s chest. Sukuna would love to drink milk from them, and today is most certainly the day he should most likely succeed. He’s been playing with Megumi’s chest for almost three months now, so if not today, at least soon.
Megumi nods, red flush coming back to bloom over his cheeks while his hips keep moving, fucking himself against Sukuna’s thigh slow and steady. He can feel a wet patch spreading along his skin, hot and sticky, wasted sweetness. His tongue darts out, smacking against his abdomen, ready to devour everything his blessing has to offer. “I drank plenty of water all week and this morning. Ate plenty of food. You saw.”
“I did. You did so good for me,” Sukuna laughs, hands sliding up further still after giving Megumi’s waist a hearty squeeze, smoothing over the scars along his ribs—from curses, curse users, and plain adolescent stupidity—then up all the way to flick his thumbs over those rosy nipples. Megumi shudders, hips stuttering their rhythm. “You seem extra sensitive today, though, ‘specially right here.”
“Mm, it’s not— nh, fuck—” Megumi shudders, Sukuna’s thumbs and fingers pinching and rolling in time with Megumi’s hips. “It’s not that,” Megumi mutters. “I’ve been excited all month.”
“Yeah?” Sukuna whispers, unable to stop the grin spreading on his face. “What’ve you been looking forward to most?”
Megumi pouts, looking away even as he leans into Sukuna’s touch, keeps his sweet little hips in motion and chest on nice display. “The massage I-I’m gonna get in the morning when I can’t walk, and you talking about how good it was the entire time to try and get me to go again—which will end in me— in me kicking you out, just so you know.”
“You always did think so far ahead, my smart blessing,” Sukuna sighs, burying his face against Megumi’s neck before licking a sloppy, wet line along his jugular, equally sloppy kisses following along. Megumi squirms under him from the ticklish sensation, one hand smacking his back as he tries to bite back giggles, his rhythm completely ruined.
“What about you?” Megumi asks, words catching around some kind of whiny half-laugh when his second tongue dips out to lick along the line of his abs, still rutting against Sukuna’s thigh.
“Achieving my goal of making such a big mess out of you that the mattress protector is so completely ruined. This mattress is getting old. It’s about time we break in another one, wouldn’t you say?”
He delights in the ruined little groan Megumi lets out, nipping at the now exposed Adam’s apple when Megumi throws his head back. He nips a few more times, trailing down, light and playful before he really latches on, teeth sinking in deep and sucking right above the hollow of his throat. The sound that rips from Megumi vibrates against Sukuna’s teeth and he can feel Megumi’s core pulsing where he grinds it against Sukuna’s thigh, six pack clenching and flexing wildly against his wide tongue.
Sukuna chuckles, peppering a few kisses over the ring of teethmarks left behind, scratching around the blush pink areola of a nipple with a clawed finger. “I can think further ahead, too. Afterall, I did plan this whole thing out. Don’t forget you can come whenever you want. No need to ask permission, and let me know if anything gets to be too much, alright?”
“Sukuna?” Megumi asks, breathless and grinning, one hand lovingly caressing his cheek.
“Yes, blessing?” He asks, turning to kiss the palm.
“You talk too much,” Megumi scolds, sweet grin turning devious, hand sliding up Sukuna’s face until he has a firm hold of pink hair, pressure beginning as he pushes down. “You can put your tongues to better use, yeah?”
“Sir, yes sir,” Sukuna teases, blowing cool air over Megumi’s dick with his lower mouth.
The punishment—a hard yank to his hair—is worth the reward of watching Megumi’s dick and hips do a little rapid twitch. Satisfied, Sukuna leans in and laps his wide tongue over Megumi’s core, spreading his folds and prodding at his hole, tongue too large to truly fit inside. His blessing keens at the sensation, and Sukuna grins, finally latching onto the small swell of his chest with sharp teeth and nimble tongue, biting and sucking over and around his nipples to leave his mark, to draw sweet nectar from chest and core. Megumi shakes under him, thighs tense, unable to close with Sukuna’s body in the way. The squeezing pressure on his sides paired with the squirming only serves to get Sukuna hard. He’s sure his cocks are dripping into the sheets below, but he has patience aplenty, and his own pleasure has always come second to those he takes in his own bed. To those deemed worthy.
Who could ever be more worthy than his blessing?
It isn’t long at all before Megumi is cumming, keyed up as he is, cussing him like a sailor. Sukuna would laugh if this weren’t the whole point. Today is not the day to be drawing things out. Today is a day to be as high-intensity as possible until Megumi physically can’t cum anymore. Sukuna doesn’t stop, even as Megumi’s hands rake through his hair, scratch down his neck and shoulders as he tries to squirm away. He just readjusts his hold and keeps going, keeps sucking and tonguing the liquid delight oozing from Megumi’s core. His chest is red and bitten like never before, and will bruise nicely, marks sure to last several weeks, so Sukuna focuses his attention on sucking the hard buds.
He isn’t sure how long he spends with his second tongue licking over Megumi’s core as he devotes his main energy to Megumi’s chest, but then there’s a new taste, a new sensation. Megumi chokes around a gasp, back arching with a cry when fresh milk trickles forth. Sukuna damn near whimpers, moaning as the sweet, creamy liquid begins filling his mouth with each hard suck. It’s a bit salty, like almonds, and he never wants any other drink again, just this. He keeps sucking, filling his mouth as Megumi keeps choking above him, hands shaking in his hair as he reaches his climax once more. Sukuna merely hums, dropping his ankles to smooth two hands up and down Megumi’s waist while another keeps playing with the neglected nipple, milk steadily trickling over his hand. He swallows his mouthful, smacking his tongue to his lips, keeping both nipples tightly pinched when he pulls away to watch white liquid spill over them.
Megumi finally catches his breath, eyes dazed and unfocused. “W-What did you do?”
“Nothing bad, darling.” Sukuna does laugh at that, deep and hearty as he sucks Megumi’s dick back into his second mouth. His blessing cries out, arching once more which forces Sukuna to change the angle he pinches his nipples at, more milk rushing forth. Megumi looks high, blissed out and overwhelmed. Sukuna grins, freeing one to lick the liquid from his hand, moaning at the taste. “It’s natural to lactate, is it not?”
Megumi’s glare returns, marred by his blush and panting. “You did that on purpose.”
“You’re cute when you pout,” Sukuna smirks, second set of eyes fixated on where Megumi keeps fucking his dick into the second mouth. “Y’know, if you spent as much time playing with my chest as I do yours, I’d probably lactate, too. Besides, you came from it, didn’t you?”
“I’m gonna— fuck, I’m g’nna hit you,” Megumi warns, and Sukuna bows out with a grin, though he can feel the tremble in his arms where they cling around his neck.
“Feel free,” Sukuna invites, lowering his head once more. “Mind if I get another drink?”
“Oh my god,” Megumi groans, even as he pushes his chest up. “You’re insufferable.”
Sukuna doesn’t disagree, only hums as he latches onto Megumi’s other nipple, drinking from it too. Fuck, he’s going to get addicted to this. He’s going to need to eat Megumi’s core and drink from his chest every night and every morning to have a satisfying day, he already knows it, warm milk flowing freely over his tongue. He wants Megumi constantly leaking everywhere. He’s glad they don’t have children, glad he won’t have to share this flavor. It’s all for him, and sure, yeah, that’s probably insane but he’s a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Sanity is an embarrassment in their line of work, and he doesn’t want to share his blessing, any part.
Megumi’s body trembles where Sukuna touches him, paying gentle attention to his hips, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh as he suckles on his dick, a weaker orgasm accompanying Megumi’s quick breaths. Sukuna pulls away from his core and licks the milk running down his chest, stomach, and sides. “You taste divine, as always.”
He laughs at the gentle bonk to his head and looks to his droopy eyed blessing, afternoon sunshine spilling through the curtains to set green eyes ablaze.
“If all you want to do is eat me today, that’s fine,” Megumi says, sliding his arms beneath himself to sit up. One arm keeps going, drifting over Sukuna’s midriff to feel the sticky, wet mess there. He grimaces when Sukuna licks his hand, gets it dripping, but slides his hand lower anyways, nimble fingers wrapping around the base of his topmost cock. “But I thought you were going to put two dicks in one hole tonight? Y’know, your birthday special.”
Sukuna chuckles darkly, letting Megumi stroke him, nuzzling into his neck. “Don’t rush things just because you’re excited. That’s the grand finale.”
“Sure you’ll last that long, old man?” Megumi asks, tilting his head to the side like he’s some innocent virgin. “I’ll be so sad if you can’t fill me up with both your cocks at the same time.”
“Oi, you’ll get them. And I’m not even a full three years older than you, so shut it.” Sukuna’s ears are not red. He has excellent control of his blood flow.
“Craddle robber,” Megumi snorts, pressing a kiss to Sukuna’s temple, his jawline. “Y’know, I think you’ve got some greys.”
Sukuna groans, nips Megumi’s neck in warning. “S’from stress, dealing with your perky ass,” he defends. “I’m not old.”
He isn’t pouting either, even as Megumi laughs at him, rolling them over to sit on his waist. Sukuna wisely doesn’t point out that Megumi’s core is pressed against his belly mouth, knowing he’ll just shift away, embarrassed. He much prefers his blessing right where he is.
“Well, you’re not getting any younger, and neither am I.” Megumi finally replies when he’s settled, grin widening in face of Sukuna’s scowl. “Your face is a mess. Stomach, too.”
“Job well done,” Sukuna remarks, one pair of hands settling along Megumi’s thighs while the other set wraps around his hips. “Not well enough, since you have enough energy to give so much attitude so soon.”
“I’ve got great stamina.”
“You do. Mine’s better.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The sharp of Megumi’s teeth glint in the caught light, eyes blazing like a forest fire. “Prove it.”
Sukuna raises an eyebrow at the challenge, but obliges, opening his maw and failing not to laugh at the undignified squawk Megumi lets out as he slips, hands scrambling to grip at Sukuna’s chest, ass and core falling straight back onto Sukuna’s tongue. “Let’s pick up where we left off, then,” he decides, using his grip to rock Megumi’s body in deep grinds.
“Fuck you,” Megumi pants out, face still settling from the sudden surprise, large teeth brushing against his inner thighs with every roll of his hips leaving little, barely there scrapes.
“Yes, blessing, that’s the plan.”
Sukuna flexes his tongue, pushing up until Megumi is sitting on the wide tongue, too fat to push inside him, lifting him up until he’s sitting precariously, knees no longer able to stabilize him on the bed. Megumi squirms immediately, because of course he does, slick spreading all over his tongue and Sukuna just laughs before manhandling his blessing to sit on his face properly.
Megumi makes an affronted noise when Sukuna shoves his tongue in as deep as it will go within his core. “‘S too much,” he whines.
Sukuna just grins and keeps going, fucking his tongue deep inside Megumi. Megumi’s fist smacks down on Sukuna’s thigh as his core clenches, but all he does is urge the man to start rolling his hips once more, one wide hand coming up to push between Megumi’s shoulder blades until he’s forced to bend down. Megumi’s hands brace along his abdomen, and he whimpers when the lower tongue licks out and up along his chest and face.
Megumi is quick to make out with his lower mouth, sloppy kisses pressed along the line of his stomach, sucking in what little he can of Sukuna’s tongue, moaning softly as he does, hips humping down along Sukuna’s mouth and chin, his nose buried in Megumi’s slick covered ass. He hums when Megumi reaches back, flicking at his nipples.
Sukuna’s chest is nowhere near as sensitive as Megumi’s, but he supposes if Megumi likes the taste of him if he gets him to lactate, then he’ll have a much easier time convincing his blessing to let him nurse from the swell of his chest. He lets Megumi have his fun, but brings a finger up to slide into the relaxed furl of his asshole, feeling Megumi jerk and clench and moan around him when he does. Anal is nothing new, and typically since getting their own apartment, sex leads to Sukuna fucking into both of Megumi’s holes at the same time—prep doesn’t take that long anymore, since Megumi’s body is amazing in every way, and quickly came to accommodate Sukuna’s size. He still plans on that, of course.
One finger quickly turns to two, wet in the slick and spit already coating his blessing while one hand comes to Megumi’s front, strokes down his stomach until he can take his blessing’s little cock in hand, stroking along the underside with his thumb with a drawn out flicking motion. Megumi swears again and drops his head to Sukuna’s stomach, lower body convulsing as he approaches another orgasm, hips losing all rhythm even with Sukuna’s guiding hand while he whines about getting stuffed. He’s certain if Megumi were able, he’d have coaxed one of Sukuna’s cocks into his mouth, but he’s too short. Instead, he lends Megumi a hand, shoving two fingers in his mouth to play with his tongue. Megumi gives a short bite to the digits inside him, but starts sucking, twirling his tongue around them.
Sukuna keeps going, wagging his tongue inside Megumi, fingers scissoring to quickly stretch the muscles of his ass. At this point, Megumi’s turned to jelly once more, unable to sit up anymore and it takes almost no force to keep his legs spread open, have Megumi sink deeper on his tongue and fingers. The pitiful attempts to close his thighs, force Sukuna out from his haven inside his blessing is laughable. Between Megumi’s legs trying in vain to snap shut, and the jerky, squirming roll of his hips, Sukuna is proud to say that he keeps his tongue firmly fucked inside gummy walls, except for when he pulls out to make out with Megumi’s core, pressing sloppy kisses over his hole, sucking on the pink folds to watch them turn red, blushing like Megumi’s cheeks. The orgasm rolls through him as a third finger slips inside his ass, breaths turning into mere gasps as Sukuna fucks his tongue back inside, devouring the sweet nectar his blessing has to offer, hands coming up to pull Megumi upright and fondle his chest. Milk leaks down from chest to stomach, eventually leading in dripping rivulets to slide along his core and Sukuna drinks that too, fingers still carefully stretching.
“Sukuna,” Megumi whines, muffled around fingers, trying to squirm out of his firm hold while still fucking himself back on the fingers deep in his ass and tongue. When he whines Sukuna’s name again, he obliges, spit covered hand slipping free to wrap gently around his throat to feel the rabbitfast beat of Megumi’s pulse. “Fuck me, c’mon, I’m doing so good aren’t I? I’m so good and you— you’re just teasing me— please, I wan’ it. I’ll take you so good you know I will, I always do. Wanna cum on your cocks.”
“So needy,” Sukuna laughs into his core, but nods, delighting in the drawn out little whine Megumi makes as he pulls Megumi up and lays him down on the bed. “You’ve been awfully demanding considering this is my birthday present.”
He nips at Megumi’s pout, lower eyes darting to the surely sore swell of Megumi’s chest, nipples still leaking, just a little.
“S’not my fault.” Megumi turns his head to the side, biting at Sukuna’s wrist. “You just make me so needy.”
Sukuna snorts, “Yeah, right. Well, I don’t think I can give in just yet, y’know? I spoil you too much. You’ll become a brat in no time, and you’re too old for that, aren’t you?”
“Not a brat,” Megumi says, then bites more harshly at the same spot at Sukuna’s wrist. He raises an eyebrow in disbelief, letting Megumi have something to keep his teeth sunk into as he reaches over the edge of the bed, yanking the drawer open. Megumi whines, and Sukuna can feel it to the bone, but he still rifles through until he pulls out the dark purple egg vibrator and its remote. Megumi whines again, letting go of Sukuna’s wrist to shake his head. “No, I want your cock.”
“I don’t really care right now,” Sukuna replies, making sure the two toys are in synch while keeping Megumi pinned to the bed. “I’m going to make something for lunch, and I’ll be back soon. I’m taking the remote with me, and the egg better stay inside the whole time, or I’ll find that old, tiny dildo you keep for sentimental value, back when you thought five inches was enough for you.”
It’s always so interesting to watch the way Megumi’s blush changes with his emotions—horny and humiliated is Sukuna’s favorite at this point, blush heaviest between his legs and along his ears. It’s cute. He’s so pretty when he’s turned on.
Megumi’s cum enough that prep isn’t necessary to slide the fat egg into his core. Sukuna watches intently as his hole sucks it right in, and Sukuna quickly turns it on a high setting. Megumi is pouting again, but Sukuna kisses it away, then gets out of bed, shaking off Megumi’s attempts to pull him back into bed. He won’t be gone too long. Still, he throws on a pair of sweats, having to tuck his top dick up into the waistband so they actually fit. He spikes the vibrations of the egg to the highest setting when he hears Megumi get ready to beg again, chuckling at how words turn into a high whine.
“Keep track of how many times you’ve cum. I want to know how many times I can wring from you before you’re tapping out for real.”
He leaves the door open, crossing through the threshold of the apartment. It’s still so bizarre to walk when he’s hard, but he refuses to do some sort of awkward shuffle to get some sham of relief. His time will come, and he will be patient. He washes his hands and face at the sink for a full minute before he finally turns the vibrations down to a gentle buzz. He can hear Megumi swear at the lost orgasm, but he doesn’t react, just begins digging through the fridge to pull out the salmon onigirazu they’d made the night before. He grabs out a plate and cup from the cupboard. The plate gets set next to the tupperware while he fills the glass with water, quickly downing it and fiddling with the remote the entire time.
Sukuna cracks open the tupperware lid, pulling out two of the onigirazu. One goes on the plate and is quickly cleaved in half, set aside for Megumi when Sukuna goes back in. He takes his time eating the second one, makes himself another glass of water and drinks that down too before refilling it for Megumi. He puts the remaining leftovers back in the fridge, pulls the marinated pork belly from the freezer to place in the fridge so it can begin thawing for tomorrow night’s dinner, then peruses the takeout menus stuck to the fridge with custom magnets.
Yuuji gifted the magnets to Megumi a few Christmases ago. All of them have pictures of their friends in them with funky backgrounds. Sukuna has one too, and he’s still not sure where the picture is from, except that it makes him look stupid. He wanted to get rid of the magnets immediately, but Megumi insisted they be used. He avoids looking at the Gojo magnet as he grabs the menu to their favorite ramen place. He places a delivery order for the evening, and that’s dinner taken care of. Glancing at the clock reveals it’s only been twenty-five minutes in total.
He glances over his shoulder as he ends the phone call and can see Megumi squirming in the bed, rutting his hips against a pillow between his legs.
With a grin, he leans against the counter to watch, slowly increasing the vibrations of the egg and watching how Megumi’s hips struggle to keep a rhythm. It’s always so easy to throw Megumi off course, something Sukuna has always found devastatingly endearing. He glances at the clock again, figures he’ll keep Megumi for the half an hour it’ll take for an hour to pass. Seems long enough to get his point across, and to have a nice show. Megumi’s totally going to strangle him for it tomorrow, but it’s worth it.
Megumi lets out a low moan as he cums, doubling over as his core makes slick sounds every time it meets the pillow, audible even from the kitchen.
Yeah, completely worth it, Sukuna thinks, sneaking a hand down his pants.
Sukuna’s unapologetic as he walks back into the bedroom with the food and water, pillow long since discarded on the floor as Megumi jerks his cock with his fingers. “Miss me?”
Megumi perks up some, but his eyes roll back when Sukuna jumps the vibrator to the highest setting once more, incomprehensible swears falling passed his lips. Sukuna kicks the door shut and sets the plate on the bedside table, then turns the egg off completely. Megumi gasps at the complete lack of movement inside him, core clenching like he’s waiting for it to turn back on, which is fair, but Sukuna’s had his fun.
He throws his pants on the floor and kneels between Megumi’s legs, sliding a finger inside, catching in the loop, smoothing hands down his thighs and shushing him as he pulls it out nice and slow. Creamy slick gushes out with the egg and Sukuna swears low under his breath. “How many times?”
Megumi whines, hands trying to pull Sukuna down on top of him. “Three. M’ all buzzy down there. My dick’s gonna fall off.”
“Yeah? Well, let’s get you sat up, yeah? You did a good job, so pretty for me. It's time for a break now. Gotcha food and water, and once you eat all that, I’ll fuck you nice and slow and deep. Sound good?”
Megumi nods, but his nose wrinkles. “‘M all sticky.”
“I’ll get that taken care of, blessing,” Sukuna promises, helping Megumi set up against the headboard, surrounding him with the few pillows that hadn’t been repurposed as a toy. He hands Megumi the glass of water, making sure it’s held securely in trembling hands and kisses away the tears clinging to his cheeks.
Megumi sighs and takes a long drink. Sukuna hands him the plate shortly after, ignoring the knowing look Megumi shoots him at seeing the messy line of white trailing along the halves of onigirazu. “What? We were out of mayo.”
“You are insufferable,” Megumi teases, but he takes a bite from the sandwich anyways, settling further back in bed. “I know you cum way more than this. What else did you mix it into?”
“Nah, I used a towel.”
“Sukuna!”
“What? I already threw it in the washing machine so it won’t be forgotten.”
Megumi shakes his head and keeps eating his sandwich, pausing midbite as Sukuna’s thick tongue licks between his legs again, carefully avoiding his core. “That’s not gonna make me less sticky, y’know?”
“I didn’t say it would. ‘Sides, no point in getting you all clean when you’re gonna get stuffed full soon.”
Sukuna doesn’t bother dodging the bonk to the back of his head, cheeky grin knowing full and well he deserved it. Megumi finishes the first half of his lunch, reaching over to grab his glass of water to take a few more careful sips. Sukuna puts his tongue away, having licked up most of the juice between Megumi’s legs and settles on his blessing’s stomach to watch.
“I don’t get why you call me gross for eating your cum straight from the source when you like mine on your food,” Sukuna says into the silence. “You’re a kinkshamer and a hypocrite.”
Megumi scowls as he bites into the other half of his lunch and doesn’t bother with a response, stuffing his cheeks until they bulge a little, like a grumpy chipmunk. Sukuna wisely keeps the comparison to himself, but he will be bringing it up to Kugisaki later. She’s been whining about running out of new material to tease Megumi with, and as her future brother-in-law—he’s still not actually sure how that’s working out, since she’s not Megumi’s sister and certainly isn’t seeing Yuuji in any sense, but he’s decided there’s no harm in getting to hold the title—it’s his duty to ensure she never runs out. Megumi squints at Sukuna when he swallows, clearly onto him.
Sukuna plasters on an innocent grin, and Megumi rolls his eyes. A few more minutes pass, Megumi working his way through his food and water. When the glass is empty, Sukuna is quick to refill it and bring it back in case Megumi needs it later.
“Bathroom break, or are you feelin’ risky?” Sukuna teases.
Megumi groans as he rolls out of the bed on unsteady legs. “I’ll be back in a couple minutes. Make sure your dicks are nice and hard when I get back. It should be illegal, how long I’ve had to go without them in me.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“You’re worse.”
“Ah, that’s fair. Speaking of obsession, we should get a pump. Best milk I’ve ever had.”
He catches the pillow Megumi throws at his face and flops back on the bed, lower hands spreading along the bedding to feel how soaked the sheets have become. They’re absolutely drenched, and he chuckles, popping his fingers in his mouth to relish the taste of his boyfriend.
It takes no time at all before Megumi comes back in, hopping up on the bed to lay down, tugging Sukuna’s hand down to his core. “...If you start making milk, then we can see about getting a pump,” he mumbles.
Sukuna laughs, deep and rumbling as he strokes Megumi’s cock. Too easy. “Of course, blessing.”
He rolls on top, hard cocks gliding between Megumi’s legs. “Ready?”
“Put them in already or I’ll cry at you. In a not sexy way.”
“Everything you do is sexy,” Sukuna reminds, quick to get a good grip on Megumi’s thighs, groaning at how the fat and muscle spills between his spread fingers. He lines up, one hand steadying his lower cock, and then he’s sliding home.
The sorcerer keeps a slow pace, as he promised he would, fucking gentle inside. For all that they fuck damn near everyday, Megumi’s still always so tight, squeezing around him just right. Sukuna wants to spend his final moments between these legs, die feeling heaven to increase his chances of waking up there, still buried within Megumi.
Megumi takes measured breaths, looping his arms around Sukuna’s neck to pull him in for a biting kiss. It’s perfect—the right amount of tongue and teeth and spit. Megumi is perfect.
It isn’t long at all before both cocks are buried to the hilt, one deep inside Megumi’s soaked core, the other in his plush ass, still soaked just as much from all the slick that dripped inside him. He’s hot, wet, and perfect, and Sukuna loves him. He keeps kissing Megumi, sucking his blessing’s tongue into his mouth, mapping his teeth for the thousandth time. He fucks slow and steady, works Megumi up again. Moans and pleas for harder fall into Sukuna’s mouth and upon deaf ears. He knows Megumi can cum from this, no matter how much the younger whines.
The slick sounds of skin meeting fill the room, seem to echo and amplify as Megumi gets wetter and wetter, hands shaking where they keep their hold around Sukuna’s neck. His cock reaches every pleasure point within Megumi with ease, and it’s not long at all before his head is falling back, cumming once more and satisfied to be cumming on something so thick.
Sukuna remembers their first time, when Megumi was intimidated by Sukuna’s size. He remembers when a second puberty hit, the pain and embarrassment of growing a second set of damn near everything, the fear of a second dick just as big as the first and longer. The easy acceptance from his partner, the quick excitement.
Megumi has always been there, always been willing, and he’s not even finished cumming when Sukuna picks up the pace, giving him the harder he wanted earlier, the faster.
Megumi wails in delight, one leg slipping from Sukuna’s firm hold to wrap around his waist, pull him in closer. He licks over Sukuna’s mouth, tears flowing freely as one orgasm blends into the next into overstimulation. It isn’t long at all after that that Sukuna cums, thrusting deep inside his blessing, filling him up just right. He bites at Megumi’s neck, leaving deep marks that will certainly bruise as Megumi racks a hand down his back.
They make out, then, lazy and slow, tongues sliding together as they catch their breath, let the sweat cool between them. “I don’t think I can do much more,” Megumi whispers quietly, pulling Sukuna down so their foreheads rest together. “I’m going to turn into jelly.”
“Mm, we can’t have that, now, can we?”
Megumi shakes his head, rubbing the tips of their noses together. “I’m nervous. What if I tear?”
“Do you want it to hurt, blessing?” Sukuna softens his voice, pressing light kisses over Megumi’s face—his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his temple.
“No.”
“Then I’ll make sure it doesn’t. This, we do at your pace. Let me know when, even if that ends up being never.”
Megumi shakes his head again, presses a firm kiss to Sukuna’s lips, and spreads his legs a bit wider. “No, no. Just until I stop shaking.”
“Alright,” Sukuna agrees. “Also, I ordered ramen—figured tonight we shouldn’t have to worry about cooking or cleanup.”
“Ah, I knew you were good for something aside from milking me.”
Sukuna nips along his collarbone, gently brushes his fingers over the sensitive buds. “Everything about you tastes great. Had to try one more thing, y’know? S’really hot, too, watching—”
Megumi shoves a hand over his mouth and Sukuna licks it like that’ll do anything. “I take it back. You’re only good for running your mouth.”
Sukuna gently rolls his hips, laugh muffled by Megumi’s hand as the man swears, core clenching so tight Sukuna has to stay still. They tease each other like that for a few minutes, basking in each other’s closeness and fullness. Megumi starts to squirm as his thighs grow tacky, and that’s Sukuna’s cue. He slides a finger in alongside the dick within Megumi’s core, slow and stopping.
It fits in easily, Megumi's core stretching to fit the extra girth, but he still takes his time, sliding his finger around, pulling, getting Megumi used to the extra size. It’s weird, to feel something beside his dick, especially his own finger. He’s not sure it’s one he could get used to, but it’s not bad. He slips a second finger in. Megumi gasps then, clenching tight, and Sukuna has to shush him, distract him with kisses until he relaxes again. “One more finger should be enough, but I can do a fourth to make sure.”
“Mm-nh. I’m… I mean, yeah I’m—oh fuck, that’s deep—I’m nervous, but I’m- ah! also excited, too.”
Sukuna hums, slides in a third finger. Megumi may be a little far gone for decision making, so Sukuna decides on four fingers. It’ll only take a little extra time, and it’s really all about making Megumi feel good. He fucks his fingers in and out, curling against Megumi’s g-spot as best he can with his dick still filling him up. Sticky fingers run against his cock with every movement, and it takes no time to be fully hard once more. Megumi clings to him, shivers coming back to his thighs as a fourth finger slides in.
“Fuck,” Sukuna pauses, doing his best to get the liquid heat settling in his bones to simmer down as he watches damn near an entire fist sink into his blessing, plush pink skin pulled taut and thin around how much is within him. “You were made for this.”
Megumi nods, tears of pleasure streaming down his face. “‘M so full, ‘Kuna.”
“Yeah.” He scissors his fingers gently, feels them brush against himself and Megumi jerks. He leans down to kiss parted lips, but Megumi can do little more than breathe into Sukuna’s mouth. “Yeah, blessing, you are. Just a little more, okay?”
Megumi clenches tight, hips making a jerky roll and nods. “It’s gonna break me.”
“I’d never do that,” Sukuna swears, gently coaxing Megumi’s hole wide open as one hand grasps his lower cock, sliding it out to press it against the rim of his core. His fingers slide out as his cock slides in, and Megumi is cumming immediately around him, head thrown back in a silent gasp or scream, pure bliss filling green eyes. “You were made perfectly for me, so good for me.”
Sukuna would drown in him.
He fits the second cock inside Megumi, shallow, gentle thrusts until he’s seated deeply inside his blessing, two dicks squished together by tight, wet heat. Sukuna groans as his main set of eyes take view of the bulge in Megumi’s abdomen, just below his womb, and he has to hide his gaze in Megumi’s shoulder once more to keep himself in check while Megumi writhes, the force of his squirt damn near forcing Sukuna back out.
“I’ve got you,” Sukuna promises, whispering sweetly in Megumi’s ear as he clings to the last shreds of lucidity. “I’ve got you, my blessing. You’re doing so well, so good for me.”
When Megumi’s able to breathe again is when Sukuna starts moving. It’s hard at first, Megumi pulsing so tight around him he almost doesn’t have the space, but as he keeps going, Megumi’s core loosens, even as the rest of his grip along Sukuna’s body tightens. He doesn’t relax until Sukuna slides a hand into his, squeezing gently, laying it beside Megumi’s head as the wet sounds fill the room.
“C’mon darling, loosen up. You’re so good, so perfect.” Sukuna presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Listen to how good you sound, body working so hard to accomodate me.”
Megumi keens, teeth biting into Sukuna’s shoulder, just holding as he breathes, hands scratching down his back. As he keeps going, fucking in and out at a snail’s pace, the fit becomes easier, not so tight he worries his dicks will fall off. Sweat matts Megumi’s hair, runs down his cheek and Sukuna can’t help but lick it off, letting the salt water settle on his tongue. Megumi shoots him a glare, teeth still buried in his shoulder, but Sukuna can see the hearts beating in Megumi’s pupils as Sukuna rolls his hips, fucks him deep.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, it’s impossible,” Sukuna moans, watching clear slick churn white as he keeps thrusting in, the bulge of his cocks shifting visibile through Megumi’s stomach. Megumi’s core is barely able to hold him all but still able. Trapped in his heat, it isn’t long at all before Sukuna himself is cumming, spend buried deep inside. He presses a hand over Megumi’s womb, presses down. The bite on his shoulder pinches sharply as skin breaks, Megumi clenching tight and wailing as he cums once more, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That’s it, blessing, that’s it, let it all out. Good boy.”
Megumi whimpers, shuddering under the praise and turns his head for another kiss. Sukuna licks the red from Megumi’s lips, from the roof of his mouth, from his tongue. They stay like that for a long while, bodies intertwined and held close until Megumi starts squirming under him, soft cocks slipping from Megumi’s gaping core. Sukuna presses soothing kisses over his blessing’s chest, kitten licks over surely sore nipples. No milk comes out, but that’s fine for now. He licks down Megumi’s stomach, dipping into his navel just to watch him jerk and freeze before he settles back between his legs, eating the cum from him. Partial cleanup, if you will.
Megumi’s thighs are quick to squeeze around his head, clamped shut, and Sukuna lets him.
“‘Kuuuuuna.”
“Mm?” He hums in question, tongue working on lapping the last bits of cum from Megumi’s hole.
“‘S shower time. Then bed.” Megumi’s thighs tighten around Sukuna’s head in warning. “Carry me.”
Sukuna nods in agreement, one hand coming up to pry Megumi’s thighs apart so he can slip free, then picks him up around the waist before settling him bridal style. “We could take a bath if you’d rather. Are you sure you’ll be able to stand?”
Megumi purses his lips, looking away. “Shut it.”
“I’ll wash your hair.”
“Mm, that sounds nice. Gimme your hoodie, too.”
“Gladly.”
“Sukuna?” Megumi looks back over, eyes drowsy as he leans his head on Sukuna’s shoulder, a dopey grin spreading across his face.
“Mm?”
“Happy birthday.”
“Thank you, blessing. This is the best one I’ve had.”