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Megumi's brain wakes slowly, he blinks repeatedly, willing the crust and sleep away while drowsily taking in his environment. It's early, the soft rays of dawn filter through the curtains, frost on the window pane creates a kaleidoscope of sunshine that dances along the wooden floors. The room is quiet, save for the soft breathy snores of Yuji, who is practically on top of him. His calloused hand is entwined with his, sweaty, yet warm and grounding. His hand has long gone asleep, tingling against the mattress, likely from hours of trying to become one with Yuji's hand. A meaty thigh rests heavily between his legs, pinning him uncomfortably, unmovable underneath the heavy weight. He shoves at Yuji's hip, trying in vain to separate their melded bodies. Yuji's leg bends and slides up, thigh pressing sinfully into his crotch, Megumi can't suppress his surprised gasp.
Soft lips meet his throat, revealing Yuji's hidden wakefulness. His strong arms move, and tighten around Megumi's waist, pulling him close and kissing insistently against the column of his throat, trailing down to nip collarbones. Yuji's hips tick forward and he moans, still gruff with sleep, vibrating Megumi's skin. He can feel Yuji's growing hardness pressing into him already, making him shudder in anticipation. His shirt is rucked up, friction almost burns his skin yet goosebumps cover his arms as Yuji's touch lights him up. Megumi's thigh his pinned between Yuji's legs as he rolls to position himself above him, and a beefy thigh presses harder into his center. Megumi cries out, hips gyrating and chasing that feeling, already aching in his boxers, and he wraps his hands around Yuji's head, cradling his jaw before yanking him up.
Their mouths meet in a desperate race to swallow the other, tongues lapping, lips bruising. Yuji's panting into the kiss, sharing the same oxygen while grinding on him. The friction is delicious, enough to bring Megumi up to the edge but not quite enough to satisfy him, his dick spits up sticky slick and makes the glide smoother. His teeth sink into Yuji's lower lip, and he bites down hard enough to break skin, Yuji shudders into it, moaning when the wound is sucked into Megumi's mouth. Megumi arches, holding onto Yuji's shoulders, practically bouncing off his leg with a frustrated whine.
Yuji shifts up to meet him, following and never letting their bodies separate for long. Megumi's thigh is scorching beneath Yuji's molten center, he radiates heat and lust. He grinds down on his thigh, eyes wide and feral, flushed bright red and sweating despite the cold permeating the room. A keening moan rips from his throat, then his lips are back on Megumi's, feeding the noises into his mouth. Megumi's hands wander down the expanse of Yuji's back, finding their way underneath his shirt and pressed into his lower back, massaging the dimples there while hauling him forwards over and over. The bed frame creaks, groaning out with every jostle, crying out beneath their rhythmic movement.
It doesn't take long for Megumi to start to feel that frustration bubbling under his skin, traveling through his limbs and burning his fingertips; that need for more aching in his bones. Yuji's hips are stuttering, faltering and interrupting their delicious rhythm. Yuji's close, and Megumi can think of nothing more satisfying in this moment than getting to see him fall apart.
"Fuck yes," Megumi pants, eyes glued to Yuji's crumbling form. "Yeah, baby, show me." He licks his drying lips. "Show me how good it feels."
Yuji moans out, head thrown back, fingers intertwining with Megumi's and squeezing hard. He grinds, circling his hips in a tight circle, and then he's losing himself, coming with a high-pitched whine. Megumi soaks up the way Yuji's skin shines in the early light, commits his pleasure-wracked face to memory. Yuji's arms give and his body relaxes, crushing Megumi with his full unsupported weight; his breath is warm where it huffs into his neck, steadily slowing as Yuji recollects himself. He knows Yuji's boxers are wet and sticky with release, soaking through the fabric, and Megumi needs to see. The thigh between his legs trembles with aftershocks, and then Yuji's lifting his head and leaning forward for the softest kiss. Their lips stick and pull, tacky with drying spit, as gentle pecks bring Yuji back to earth.
Mere minutes pass, and Megumi's uncomfortably aware of how his own arousal presses into Yuji's stomach and simmers, needing something, anything, more. Yuji's slow kisses grow wetter, tongue diving in and tracing the backs of his teeth and depriving him of any oxygen; he brings their clasped hands up above Megumi's head and presses them into the mattress. They're pinned briefly, and their lips disconnect with a smacking sound before Yuji moves to kissing Megumi's cheeks. He presses one after another after another to each cheek, taking special care to tend to the scars there, then he moves to his forehead and repeats the rapid fire kisses. He would scold Yuji for teasing, but the way the skin by Yuji's eyes crinkle with his smile and the way his kisses bring little puffs of hot air when he giggles into it stills him, forces him to be patient. When the kisses reach the left half of his collarbone Megumi realizes that Yuji is counting out exactly twenty-three kisses; one for each year he's been alive, the best reminder of his survival that Megumi could wish for.
He flusters, caught off guard by how easily Yuji can make him feel special, loved, cherished. The simple, yet intentional, gesture is repeated down his entire body. From his collarbone, Yuji peppers care into his shoulders, then down his biceps, his forearms, hands, and his fingers. Each arm is drawn down from where they were placed above his head, and before Megumi can squirm or complain, Yuji's tangling his fingers in pink locks. He applies brief pressure, silently instructing, and Megumi plays along, pushes his head. Yuji's hair is soft between his fingers, his smile is contagious and Megumi can't stop himself from smiling along. Lust clouds his golden eyes as he continues counting kisses into skin, despite the fabric of his shirt separating direct contact, each kiss feels more searing than the last.
"Let me suck you off." Yuji murmurs, not stopping his kissing path down, down, down.
The slightest sliver of skin is exposed, low on his stomach, and Yuji's kisses trail horizontally, before his tongue peeks out playfully to dip into his bellybutton. Megumi jolts, fists tightening in Yuji's hair hard to hold him in place. Stubble tickles Megumi’s stomach as Yuji kisses a sinful path to his navel, nose buried in the hair there before his tongue meets his waistband. Megumi groans.
"You're insatiable." He says with no conviction while untangling his fingers to reach for his waistband; beautiful golden eyes roll.
"Says you." Yuji huffs, voice going soft. "Let me take care of you today, baby."
A shudder runs through his body, Yuji relishes in it, smacking wet, open-mouthed kisses to his flushed skin. Their hands meet, fumbling together in their attempts at pulling Megumi's pajama bottoms down quicker. Yuji pulls his boxers down with the pants, tossing them over his shoulder to land in the tangled mess of their duvet all while his eyes never leave Megumi's exposed lower half. He is on display now, legs spread wide to offer Yuji a home. Megumi feels his face flushing with the intensity of Yuji's stare, the way his own cheeks pinken a little, and the way his breathing picks up. A shiver wracks down his spine, but before he can complain of the cold, Yuji is on him again.
Big hands rub soothingly into his hips, a tender gesture before Yuji's dipping down and continuing his counted kisses on the tops of his thighs. He slowly trails down, reaching twenty-three on one side, pausing over Megumi's painfully hard clit, then diving to the other leg and counting once more. Megumi groans, letting his hands find Yuji's hair again.
"No more teasing." He complains. "It's my birthday, remember?"
Yuji laughs, little puffing breaths moisten his skin. "Oh, I would never forget."
Megumi tugs half-heartedly, but Yuji gives in easily, letting his head be dragged from his thigh mid-count. He will have to start over, later, Megumi decides, content as Yuji's hands find him again. He rubs purposefully, warming the skin of his legs indulgently before finally, finally letting his fingers brush Megumi's aching length. His hips jerk, anxiously meeting the touch, encouraging and pleading without words for Yuji to keep going. A small smirk appears on his lips, mischievous, before he dips down to place an open-mouthed kiss to his nub. Megumi's gasping, ripping on Yuji's hair probably way too hard, but he feels like he would die if Yuji didn't get a move on.
Yuji's mouth opens, slurping loudly around the head, engulfing Megumi in his wet heat. His eyes roll back, moaning encouragement, tongue circling his sensitive nub indulgently, weighing the hardness along his tongue. Excess saliva leaks out and adds to the wetness before he's bobbing his head, dragging his tongue down, flattening it so the tip nearly dips into his weeping hole before licking back up, repeating over and over. It's electric, buzzes through his core, quickly reigniting the fire that had been left to smolder. Yuji moans into it, vibrating around him, letting his tongue continue its circling madness, adding a delicate suction.
"Mmm," Yuji moans with his mouth full and the vibrations have Megumi's legs shaking, before he's pulling off and the head of his dick is lavished with little licks. "You're so hard for me."
A whimper wrecks his throat, the simple statement makes him dizzy, feeling and seeing how hard Yuji makes him is intoxicating. Yuji pops off, licking his lips before he dives in again, swallowing Megumi like a man starved, pressing his entire face into his cunt. Megumi loses himself in it, fucking his hips up into that sinful heat, using his hands to hold Yuji's head down, effectively fucking his face. Yuji's lax in his hold, keeping his pace, holding onto his hips just to keep steady while he thrashes wildly. He brings a leg up, wrapping it around Yuji's sweaty neck, arching into him, feverishly pinning him down. He knows he won't last much longer, stomach tightening, ears ringing; he lets Yuji's mouth ease him into it, gently pulling him across the finish line with practiced ease.
His moan comes out more like an exhale of relief, and he fucks himself through the aftershocks. Yuji remains pinned between his legs, hair sticking up in a thousand directions as Megumi releases his death grip. He's breathing hard, tickling the delicate skin of his inner thighs, and nuzzles his nose gently into Megumi's spent cock. He groans, hips grinding into the touch, chasing another high already. Without another word, Yuji pries his leg off, spreading him open once again and diving in for more. His mouth is slippery against him, tongue parting his lips and licking a long strip from hole to tip, urging his dick start to harden and fill out once more. Megumi keens, hands flying down to find Yuji's hair once more. The overload aches, settles deep and immediately reminds Megumi that he wants Yuji under him, selfishly wants to pull him apart, and watch as he comes undone.
"Wait, wait!" Megumi pants, using Yuji's hair between his fists like a handle to tug him away.
Yuji's tongue slows before stopping its torment, but his mouth stays firmly planted over his reinvigorated length. "Hmm?" Yuji hums out in question, looking up at him with blown-out eyes and rosy cheeks.
Megumi eyes roll back with the sensation, eyelashes fluttering, and feeling far too close to the edge already. "More," He huffs. "I want more."
Contemplative humming is his sole reply, perfectly encompassing Megumi in pleasure. He knows Yuji would do this all day if he could, lazily tonguing at Megumi's sensitive cock until its numb and raw, puffy from the constant friction. Yuji keeps humming, pretending to think for far too long as Megumi writhes and jerks his hips up into his sinful mouth. The teasing is nearly too much, Megumi's toes clench hard enough for cramps to twinge his soles. His gut swirls, heat filling him as another orgasm rapidly approaches. Then, Yuji's warmth is gone and Megumi is left cold and aching. He cries out, feet slamming down to the mattress in shock as the feeling fizzles away.
He stares down, eyebrows creased with displeasure, and Yuji stares back, still inches away from his dick. With a smirk, Yuji opens his mouth again, but instead of attaching himself, he blows a cool breath of air on Megumi's aching length. Megumi cries out, feeling himself twitching and throbbing.
"Anything for you, birthday boy." Yuji purrs, lewd with his chin dripping. "How do you want me?"
It takes him less than a minute to decide before he moves, sitting up far too quickly, head spinning. His hands grab Yuji's hips and fling him back onto the bed, he lands hard, bouncing and giggling playfully as the sheets rustle. He's wiggling, shuffling his own pants down his thighs, making a frustrated noise before ripping them off when the cinched openings get caught on his feet, tossing them down the bed to join Megumi's. He hurriedly pulls his shirt up, abs working as he lifts his upper back off the bed to free it completely before clumsily getting the material caught on his head, struggling while Megumi holds himself back from drooling. When the offending garment is finally removed, Yuji's lips are curled in that big, goofy smile that Megumi loves, and when their eyes meet they both soften around the edges, breath syncing easily.
Their chests steadily rise and fall together, and Megumi breaks his gaze to admire the newly exposed skin laid out in front of him so prettily. His legs fall open, exposing his pink center. Megumi licks his lips, trailing from the scars on his chest, down the pink happy trail that leads to equally pink pubic hair that decorates his mound. His own cock peeks through the hair, hardened and ready, while his cunt drools onto the sheets. Want swirls in Megumi's gut, sharply traveling through his limbs and finally getting him to move. He knows what he wants. Looming above Yuji, Megumi pulls his shirt over his head, biting back his smile when he catches Yuji blatantly staring at him with a star-struck expression. His cheeks flush briefly, being fully on display is harder some days than others, but today feels special and that alone makes him want to indulge.
Yuji widens his legs, shifting side to side, as if Megumi needs to be enticed. He rolls his eyes, and climbs between his legs. The position he wants isn’t much different from the one they were just in; he hoists Yuji's leg, lets it hang off the crux of his elbow. He shuffles even closer until their pussies line up, before he's lowering and letting their wetness finally, finally meet. Yuji moans loudly, unabashedly angling his hips up, adding pressure before he rocks into it. Their dicks find each other with the shift, sending shocking waves of pleasure up Megumi's spine. He repeats the motion, anchoring his hips down before rocking them together again.
"Ah!" Yuji cries. "It feels so good, baby." He breathes out. "Does it feel good?"
Megumi groans his agreement, nodding as best he can while he keeps his eyes glued to the scene below him. Pink on pink, coarse black hair finding curly pink, and they glisten together while their cocks throb and bob with every jerk. Their lips meet, sliding against each other, briefly sucking their nubs into that warmth. Their dicks kiss and slobber against one another with every thrust, hardness passing along hardness. He can't hold back his broken moan, looking down at where they connect, at the mess they're making together. Megumi uses his free hand to fondle Yuji's pec roughly before trailing down his rippling stomach, then even lower until he's rubbing circles with his thumb into Yuji's mound, thumb brushing teasingly right above his little cock. His hips keep rocking, relishing the squelching sounds that are released as Yuji's pussy spits up more and more wetness.
Intoxicating wet noises fill the air as Megumi finds his rhythm, entranced by the sight of his dick slipping between Yuji's folds over and over. He starts out slow, sliding his sensitive nub from Yuji's hole to his swollen dick, letting them kiss over and over in a frantic coupling before he's exhaling and sliding back down. The way he's able to physically feel himself dipping into Yuji's hole has Megumi moaning, repeating the movement, letting Yuji feel the way his dick catches and slips.
He adjusts, pulling Yuji's leg up further while he thrusts harder, using his thumb to press his nub between Yuji's folds, nestled right under his little cock. The sensation is amplified, suffocating heat surrounds Megumi's cock, and he holds himself there, teasingly close yet not letting himself dip any lower into Yuji's waiting hole. "Want me to fuck you?"
Yuji's nodding immediately, eyes squeezed closed, arching down and attempting to combine their bodies into one. "Oh god, yes. Put it in, put it in, please!"
Megumi lets out a low laugh before he guides his dick lower, Yuji's lips part with a wet squelch as he passes through, then even louder as he begins to feed his length into him. Yuji gasps, stilling and muttering nonsensical praise, begging him to keep going. The several centimeters of growth Megumi has sinks easily into his heat, and they both cry out, Yuji sounds delirious with pleasure as he babbles.
Megumi's eyes are fixated on where they connect, when he pulls his dick out, slick covers and strings them together before he's slipping back inside. Yuji's hole flutters around him, clenching and trying to keep him seated inside.
"Oh fuck," Yuji breathes. "You feel so good."
They don't fuck like this often, evidenced by the burning in Megumi's thighs and core, the way his hips want to cramp, but he finds the reward is well worth the effort. He brings a hand down, using his thumb and forefinger to circle Yuji's cock. Yuji arches, strongly moving his leg to wrap Megumi's waist, pinning the arm that was holding it up. Megumi rips his arm free, getting the entirety of Yuji's strong leg against his hip, digging in while he arches up, trying to find a better angle. His fingers teasingly stroke Yuji, tracing the base of his cock and smearing wetness before trailing up with featherlight touches.
Megumi groans when Yuji clenches around him, hips fighting between fucking up into his hand or down onto his cock. "That's it," he whispers. "You take it like such a good boy."
Yuji whines high in his throat, leg pressing harder into his lower back, trying and failing to decide which sensation to follow. Megumi's gut burns, arousal swirls deep in his veins and he isn't sure how much longer he can hold on. He feels himself approaching that precipice, ready to fall over, and doubles his efforts to feel Yuji falling apart on his dick. His wrist strains as he starts jerking Yuji in earnest, feeling him drooling, feeling his hole oozing and slicking up their inner thighs. Yuji's back is practically levitating off the bed as he hoists himself into Megumi's touch, keeping himself seated on his cock.
A hand flies down and grips Megumi's wrist, urging him to go faster, squeeze just a little harder. So, he does. He applies pressure to Yuji's sensitive cock, gripping it hard while letting his thumb circle the tip. Yuji's leg starts to twitch uncontrollably, his pussy flutters enticingly around Megumi, and his head is thrown back.
Megumi can feel Yuji's orgasm wash over him, feel him clenching oppressively around Megumi's cock like he's milking it for all he's worth before spasming, letting loose a gush of messy come. Yuji falls limp, disconnecting their pussies as he lands flat once more. His chest heaves, rising and falling rapidly. Megumi feels like he's in orgasm limbo, like the perfect gust of wind could send him flying, but he collapses back. Overwhelmed by the amount of slick gathered between their legs, vision blurring as his cock drips with Yuji's come. He catches himself on one arm, leaning back and heaving breaths while Yuji's legs shake. His free hand finds it's way to his cock, and he hisses, his fingers are ice cold compared to Yuji's heat, but before he can jerk himself to completion he's abruptly yanked. The leg around his waist tightens, and Yuji's strongly pulling him forward. His dick twitches when it meets his opening, it barely takes him a second before he's forcing back inside.
He's practically pinning Yuji down in this position, fully leaning into him, resting chest to chest while his arms scramble to pick him back up. Yuji's flushed, panting, and looking absolutely dazed as they stare into each other's eyes.
"Please, please, baby." He whispers, barely audible before swallowing roughly. "Don't stop, please—" He hiccups, the words forcing their way through his lips. "Fuck me 'til you come, fill me up!"
Megumi groans, Yuji's words have his stomach twisting and searing, and he knows he won't last much longer. His hips knock forward, seeking release, easily finding that delicious friction once more. Yuji's head is thrown back with the force of his moan, the beautiful column of his throat is offered up for Megumi's desperate mouth. He leans, finding Yuji's hip with one hand and presses a gentle kiss to his neck. The strong leg around his waist falters, slipping before his heel digs into Megumi's lower back, urging him on.
Yuji whines, hurriedly gripping Megumi's shoulders, arching up into him once more, strength quickly replenished. His lips kiss any piece of him they can reach, smearing spit on Megumi's arm, his pec, the side of his neck. Stars spark his vision and he finally, finally lets loose inside of Yuji. His orgasm knocks the wind out of him, making him gasp breathlessly into Yuji's face. Instantly, he's overstimulated, his dick throbs, overloaded with sensation as it spits out his come. He softens and slips free from the sweltering confines of Yuji's pussy, and he's rolling off and collapsing to the side to catch his breath. It feels like he just got done running for his life; blood rushes in his ears, his temples pulse with his erratic heart beat.
The room stills momentarily, and they both bask in the aftermath of their coupling. A chill creeps over Megumi's body, prickling his arms and legs. The December air manages to disrupt the comfortable warmth of their apartment, though the sun finally rises above the horizon and engulfs the room in yellow light. Yuji is quick to recover, once his breathing evens out, he places a parting kiss to Megumi's lips before rolling off the bed. He hobbles to the bathroom, Megumi hears the water running before steam rolls out onto the bedroom floor.
Yuji peeks his head around the doorframe, smiling widely. "Shower time, then I'll make you birthday breakfast?"
Megumi bites back his smile, groaning into the ceiling, and pausing for several heart beats. He groans exaggeratedly when he rolls out of bed, wincing when his feet meet the cold hardwood. Yuji's grabbing and pulling his hands as soon as he's within arms reach, dragging him into the perfectly heated shower stream. He hops in behind him, arms circling his waist while resting his head on Megumi's shoulder.
"Kugisaki wants to go out for dinner later." Yuji says, distractedly tracing little shapes into Megumi's abs.
Megumi hums, knowing she's likely picked somewhere expensive and fancy, she'll want them to indulge. "We should skip lunch, then."
He feels Yuji nodding into his flesh. "Turn around, let me do your hair."
Yuji's peeling off his back, giving him just enough room to turn before plastering to his front. He reaches under Megumi's armpit, pumping soap into his hand before lathering it up into a sudsy pile. Megumi dips his head down, nails delicately and methodically scrub his scalp. The bathroom fogs with steam, hot water soothes his muscles. Once his hair is rinsed, Yuji drizzles copious amounts of his body wash on Megumi's front. He rubs it in, humming the tune of 'happy birthday' over and over while bobbing his head side to side. Yuji's hands make quick work of washing him thoroughly, pressing delicately into stiff muscles. His fingers knead the soap into Megumi's thighs, soapy fingers find the hair on his mound and run through it.
When Megumi steps back into the spray, the soap trails down his legs and circles the drain. Yuji's hand doesn't move and he flutters his eyelashes, big doe eyes shine up at him. Megumi rolls his eyes, stepping back to separate himself from the enticing touch.
"Enough." He mutters, pumping soap into his own hands to smack down on Yuji's head.
Yuji yelps. "Hey! I wasn't doing anything!"
Megumi shakes his head disapprovingly, tsking. He treats Yuji to similar care, scrubbing him until he's squeaky clean. His hands find their way to Yuji's inner thighs, and he uses a foot to separate Yuji's legs. Yuji's hand grips his wrist once his fingers press into the sensitive skin there, using it as both an anchor to keep steady and to try in vain to pry Megumi away.
"Relax," He mutters. "You were extra messy here, that's all."
Yuji's entire body shudders, and his legs slip to close. Megumi steps between them, bodily blocking the movement with a simple smirk playing on his lips.
And if their fingers are pruned, and the water has gone cold, and breakfast has become more like lunch by time they finally exit the shower; Megumi can only shrug. It is his birthday, after all.