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Fuck, he’s…He’s so fuckin’ pretty.
I wanna straight up ask him, “Megumi, are you trying to get a rise out of me, wearing those jeans?” He knows that they hug him just right; he has to. There’s no way he doesn’t.
And that face of his. Those long, dark lashes. His cute ass button nose. Just like his mom used to have.
And those lips. Fuck. They’re so plump. I could have those things on me all day, anywhere. They’d be perfect wrapped around the tip of my cock.
Goddamn, why is he moving them around so much? Fucking flaunting his pout.
Does he want me to come over there and shove my—
“Hey, Toji!”
Megumi’s shout snaps him out of his daze.
Widening his eyes slightly, Toji quickly shifted his gaze to focus on his overall face.
“Hm?”
Oh, shit. Was he talking this whole time?
“I said,” Megumi reached to open the front door. “I’m gonna go hang out at the mall with Yuji and Nobara.”
“Oh, yeah,” Toji shifted his position on the couch. “That’s today?”
Megumi, in dramatic teenager fashion, sighed loudly, slamming the door with one hand. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut and his lips pressed into a thin line with frustration.
“Also, you’ve gotta stop calling me by my first name whenever you’re annoyed with me,” Toji scolds, despite not caring to enforce this rule.
(He loves it when he says his name.)
“Okay, Dad,” He turns himself fully in his father’s direction. “I told you about this, like, a week ago!”
(Okay, never mind, he likes being called “Dad” more.)
“Yeah, my fault,” he pushed his hair out of his face and sat up straight, stretching his limbs out, drawing slight attention to his muscled figure.
“Your room is clean, right?” Toji asked, knowing for a fact that his room was clean. It always is.
Megumi was about to answer, but paused, briefly, to stop himself from grabbing his dad by the neck and strangling him.
“Yes, sir, it’s clean.”
“Alright,” Toji turns back away from the door. “You can go, but I’ll be checking.”
“Whatever,” He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Later.”
He opened the door behind him and turned to leave. As he did, Toji craned his neck ever so slightly and turned his gaze towards the front of the house. He hated to see him go, but loved to watch him walk away.
Soon, the house was filled with only the sounds of his own breath and the static hum of appliances.
Along with clutter.
Toji remembered that what he actually needed to do first was clean up the living room-slash-kitchen area.
He could jerk off to the thought of Megumi later.
And, cleaning helps clear his mind. Makes him a little more sane and a little less ass-crazy.
In the back of his mind, distantly, there was an awareness that he was sick. But frankly? He didn’t care.
Toji got his ass up from the couch, finally, to be productive.
First, the drink cans and general bullshit littered all over the coffee table.
He threw some out in the trash can, only to discover it filled to the brim with other litter. He took the bag out before replacing it with a new garbage bag from the closet.
Once the living room area was clear (enough), he moved on to the kitchen.
Which, it…wasn’t that bad, actually.
He could tell that his thoughtful boy, his Megumi, had taken care of the dirty dishes for him. They’re all packed away in the dishwasher. It hadn’t been run, but he left the pod in—All Toji had to do was press start.
He smiled softly at the thought of him being so considerate.
Toji soon noticed that the countertops could use some work.
He went under the sink to get a cloth, wet it with warm water, then gave the counter a quick wipe-down.
Toji huffed a satisfied sigh as that meant he finally finished with the kitchen. While his mind was on the topic of cleaning, it reminded him of earlier.
He was supposed to check on Megumi’s room.
To be fair, Toji knew that he cleaned it. Really, he was looking for a way to indulge in his desperate desire for his son.
He missed his smell, despite his being here only, what, 30 minutes ago?
His body led him upstairs, through the hallway.
Peeking, like someone was watching (perhaps whatever’s left of his conscience), he can see that the door to Megumi’s room isn’t open, but cracked.
Toji lets himself in.
As expected, the room is spotless. His bed is made, with his pillows fluffed and those cute stuffed animals that he calls “Squishmallows” lined up across neatly.
It’s a little funny. He’s a 15-year-old boy who swears he’s so grown up. But he sleeps with stuffed toys.
Walking over to his dresser, he opened a couple of drawers. Megumi’s clean clothes are all folded neatly, as expected. He notices that they’re organized by clothing type. Pants all in one drawer, shirts in the other…boxer-briefs folded away neatly too. Along with some panties.
“It’s so cute that he wears both.”
He closed the drawer back, leaving no trace, resisting the urge to smell them.
Toji was about to come to his senses and, well, leave, until something on top of his son’s dresser caught his eye.
A book?
No. No, it’s not a book.
It’s a fucking diary.
“Nope, I’m not doing this. I’m, uh, invading his privacy.”
Toji picked up the diary, or what Megumi would call his journal, anyway.
Here, in his hands, were the most intimate, private thoughts of his son.
Toji didn’t know exactly what he was going to find—or what he was looking for.
He opens it, finally, after staring at it for an insane amount of time. Flips through a couple of pages.
He sees all the boring, typical teenager stuff.
10/2/xxxx
Ugh. My teachers are honestly so fucking annoying. I can’t deal.
I come in, like, one minute late, and they’re all on my dick. For what?? This is why I hate Mr. Geto, he’s a total fucking time nazi.
10/5/xxxx
Dude. Yuji and I went for a walk after Nobara left, and I shit you not, we saw two raccoons fucking. It was so gross!
Anyway. The walk was quiet. Romantic.
No. Okay. So I have a very, very small crush on him. So what? It’s not like I briefly pictured Yuji and me as those two raccoons or anything.
It’s not like I imagined us going at it. Ugh, I’m so fucking weird!!
—
Toji’s stomach stirred as he read that last part. It made sense to him. He’s 15, nearly 16. Of course he’s thinking about sex already.
But seeing it written out made it all the more real. The possibilities of what other things he could be fantasizing about drove him crazy.
“He probably gets off to these thoughts, right?” Toji thought. “‘Gumi, shuffling around in his bed at night, whimpering, trying to keep quiet while he thinks about that little crush of his pounding the shit out of his cute hole—My fucking god. Know what? I’m gonna read some more.”
Toji promptly sat down on his son’s bed and got comfortable. Flipping and skimming through pages, he looked for entries with juicier details about his little sexual fantasies.
It’s not like he was in dire need of details—Toji would get hard as shit just at the thought of Megumi doing literally anything.
If he was missing the bigger picture, he’d make stuff up. But this added context of his teenage dirty mind only made his infatuation grow stronger.
Soon, he stumbled across another entry where the word “hormones” caught his eye.
—
10/10/xxxx
Sometimes I hate how my brain works.
My stupid hormones make me feel horny all the goddamn time.
But I especially hate how they’re making me feel about my stupid fucking dad.
—
Toji’s body went stiff.
Suddenly, he took even greater interest in reading the words to follow.
—
I mean, it’s super fucking awkward when I have to see him the next day, shirtless in the kitchen, with his stupid fucking washboard abs after having some weird sex dream about him coming all over my face or something. To be honest, I always thought, a little bit, in the back of my mind, that he was attractive.
And yeah, I had like the rare wet dream about him or whatever, but ever since I got older, it got worse.
Ughhhh! And it’s so gross too
But the worst part is that he turns me on so fucking much. Like, more than Yuji.
—
Toji, for a moment, had to remind himself how to breathe.
For years, he had chalked up the sexually tense energy between them to his own personal delusions. But here, right here in pen ink on paper, was evidence he wasn’t completely crazy.
His pants started to get tighter at the thought of Megumi trying to suppress his feelings towards him.
Him scanning over his dad’s body discreetly, trying to get his urges under control while salivating over them later…
Quickly, he scanned through more pages, trying to find something that described his urges in even more explicit detail.
10/17/xxxx
I hate how hot my dad is.
But I really also don’t.
A really fucked-up part of me likes to think about him fucking the shit out of me all over our house.
Sometimes, I’ll imagine both him and Yuji doing me or something. But honestly, I don’t think he’d share…
—
Toji smirked. Megumi knows him well.
—
This is like, the only ACTUAL “secret” that I have in here. I’d totally be fucked if anyone, ESPECIALLY my fucking dad, saw this.
Last night, I had this totally elaborate fantasy about him.
In the dream…
—
Toji, now unable to ignore the growing arousal in his body, started to palm himself through his sweatpants. This discovery would make his head spin even more than it was now if he didn’t do anything about it.
—
I was in the kitchen, for some reason. No context, I was just there, doing chores or some shit.
I was putting plates away after they had been cleaned by our dishwasher when my dad came into the room.
He’s wearing a tank top—like a wifebeater—and just some boxers. But his dick is like, really hard. I can see it poking out from his pants.
And he looks at me with this hungry, sexy look in his eyes.
He comes up behind me and places his big hands on my hips, pressing his hard dick into my lower back…
—
Megumi’s bedroom soon filled with the sounds of wet friction. Toji was no longer satisfied with over-the-clothes touching—He stroked himself with a mild intensity, trying to prolong the feeling of heat that bubbled up within him.
—
…All of a sudden, my pants are down, and he’s fingering my pussy. He’d tell me about how wet I was. How I was such a good boy for cooperating as he took what was his.
Which turned me the fuck on.
I love to think about a guy saying that my pussy is his…
—
“What was his.”
That line drove him near mad. Toji was jerking off with an enthusiastic fervor now, letting out small grunts and whines as he imagined playing out Megumi’s little fantasy.
—
...Then he started fucking me! He turned me forward to face him, lifted me up onto the counter, and just slid right in. I’ve seen his dick before, accidentally. It’s fucking huge. It would probably take more work if this were to actually happen, but all I could think about was him stretching me out. He started to absolutely fuck the SHIT out of me.
He leaned forward into me and slung one of my legs over his shoulder while his other arm pulled me closer.
I could almost literally feel and HEAR his balls slapping me as he fucked me. It was a pretty lucid dream.
—
Toji stood up to lean against his son’s dresser, not moving his hand from his dick once. He kept his rhythm constant as he imagined pounding his sweet boy on top of the kitchen counter.
He placed the diary back down and flipped through more pages, reading more to visualize everything Megumi wrote about him.
How he wanted to touch his body. Suck his dick. How exactly Megumi would grind on his lap and warm his cock while they were watching TV.
Toji was hunched over the book, intensely focused on the lewd images flooding his brain.
“Oh, Megumi, baby,” Toji softly groaned. “I never knew you were so dirty.”
He was so intensely aroused, so distracted by his lust, that he didn’t notice the sound of the front door being opened.
Toji circled his thumb around his leaking tip, trying to simulate the feeling of his son’s tongue on his length.
He could imagine him now, kitten licking his tip as he complains to his old man how he can’t fit it all the way in his mouth.
“Yeah, ‘Gumi, just like that,” Toji groaned. “Take what…take what daddy gives you, yeah.”
Megumi started towards his bedroom, muttering about where his father could be in the house, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks at the sound of skin on skin coming from the direction of his room.
Curious and slightly fearful, he continued to proceed on down the hallway.
When he stood in his doorframe, he was in absolute shock at what he saw.
His dad, hunched over, jerking off.
Megumi stood for a bit in utter disbelief before deciding that, yeah, he should probably say something.
Not sure how to interrupt his father, who was clearly occupied, Megumi cleared his throat loudly.
“Um,” Megumi stood completely still in his open doorway, still taking in what he was seeing. “Dad?”
Toji abruptly stopped his stroking pace and turned his head slowly towards the source of the sound, eyes wide.
Megumi started to connect the dots. He saw, beneath his father’s hand, his open diary. Then, though he saw already that he was clearly jerking himself off, Megumi turned an even brighter shade of red when it started to dawn on him what that meant.
They stared at each other in complete silence.
Megumi, with his stuff from the mall still in his hands.
Toji, with his dick still in his.
He eventually came to his senses and, finally, took his hand off his dick and tried to do damage control, apparently starting to remember he had some sense of shame.
“Megumi, I—“
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Megumi immediately cut him off, his hands flying to cover his face and in turn, dropping his bags.
“Oh, shit,” Toji quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “Right, um, kid, I can explain.”
Megumi scoffs in disbelief. “What the fuck do you mean,” he contorted his face mockingly, waving his hands in the air, “I can expwain.”
“Yeah, you’re right, uh. I can’t,” Toji sighed. “Not really.”
“Were—Were you seriously jerking off to my fucking journal?!” Megumi yelled.
“Hey, whoa, don’t fucking raise your voice at me,” Toji’s demeanor turned from slightly bashful to his usual, stern self. “You’re still my kid.”
“Are you serious?” Megumi gripped his head in disbelief. “You can’t be fucking pulling that card right now! Are you kidding me? Especially since I just saw your—you—you know what.“
“My dick,” he contorts. “And from what I read, I don’t think you mind as much as you’re acting like you do, Megumi.”
He stammered.
“Exactly,” Toji crossed his arms. “Yell at me all you want. I know exactly what you think.”
“That doesn’t—“ Megumi grunted in frustration. “It’s different if you feel the same way, though!”
“Oh yeah? Really, Megumi,” Toji spread his arms, miming confusion. “Enlighten me.”
Megumi stormed out of the room, and Toji followed him, continuing to speak.
“I mean, you said yourself that your pussy was mine, right?”
“Shut the fuck up, Toji!”
Megumi ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Toji continued to talk through the door.
“I read so many of those literal goddamn essays in your little stupid diary about how much you’d like it if I fucked you,” He leaned on the door. “How you’d want me to call you a good boy, how you’d want me to ‘take what was mine’, how you’d want to deepthroat my huge, throbbing—”
“Be quiet!” Megumi yelled, his voice wavering. “And it’s a journal, asshat!”
“Was that a goddamn whimper?” Toji chuckled. “Megumi, seriously…”
Inside, Megumi was trying to stop his body from responding so strongly to his dad’s teasing.
He could feel the crotch of his boxer-briefs getting soaked through. He loved and hated what he did to him, which he was currently trying to grapple with.
“Dad, please, just,” Megumi stopped leaning on the door behind him and moved to the other corner of the bathroom. “Just go away.”
There was a long pause. Toji soon switched gears into a more serious demeanor as he continued to lean on the doorframe, silently.
Ripping off the door was an easy, simple option. Though he felt speaking was more effective.
“Kid?”
His voice was met with silence.
Toji opened the door to the bathroom to see his son, his sweet Megumi curled up in the corner.
He walked in slowly, treading carefully. He closed the door behind him.
“Hey, ‘Gumi,” he crouched down to his level and sat beside him. “Let’s talk for a second, alright?”
Megumi looked up at him and, reluctantly, nodded.
“What did you mean by what you said earlier?”
“Hm?”
“I mean,” Toji started. “How it was different if I felt the same way?”
“Oh, that. It’s…it’s wrong,” Megumi looked away again. “I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?”
“Be into each other.”
Toji wrapped his arm around Megumi, pulling him into a half-embrace.
“Talk to me some more.”
“Like, it feels really good to think about,” Megumi starts.
“Uh-huh.”
“But I shouldn’t like it.”
“Says who?” Toji scoffed. “I mean, we do need to keep it a secret. But, it’s right to us, right?”
Megumi shook his head. “It shouldn’t be.”
“Hey,” he grabbed his chin and gently coaxed him to look at him. “Look me in the eye.”
Megumi’s cute, now glassy eyes stared up at his father.
“Answer this honestly, okay?”
He nodded.
“Does your body think this is wrong?”
Megumi hesitated for a moment.
“No…it doesn’t.”
“It wants me, right?” Toji asked.
“Yeah.”
“Your heart beats faster,” Toji pauses. “Your pussy gets wetter…”
Megumi laughs. “Stop!”
“Okay, okay,” Toji smiles. “What about your heart?”
“It wants you too, Dad.”
“Okay, good,” Toji slowly let him go and stood up, facing towards Megumi, who was still on the floor. “Come, kneel in front of me.”
Megumi, hesitantly, rose and took his place in front of his father, who he discovered was still half-hard.
Toji softly placed his hand on Megumi’s cheek, which only solidified the direction this was heading.
“Would you wanna try out one of your fantasies?” Toji tried to mask the sheer amount of eagerness in his question.
“Um,” Megumi smiled awkwardly. “Which…which one?”
“Well, you’re on your knees right now, in front of my dick,” Toji quipped. “Take a guess.”
Megumi looked down away from him and shifted to what was in front of him. He looked with almost a sort of awe at the serious tent he was pitching.
“Yeah? You like to stare at it, huh?” Toji put his hand on the top of his boy’s head and gently pushed him up against his bulge. “It’ll be even better in your mouth, I promise.”
Megumi chuckled. “Hopefully.”
He pulled down the band of Toji’s sweatpants along with his boxers with more confidence than he had in his body.
His dick sprang up almost dramatically. It was near swollen with arousal, his flushed pink tip glistening slightly with his own fluids.
Megumi’s eyes trailed along the length that he only caught glimpses of, finally, up close.
It was slightly darker than the rest of his body, and insanely thick.
Toji grabbed himself and slapped the tip of his dick on Megumi’s bottom lip softly.
“It’s okay, baby,” Toji cooed. “It’ll be a big stretch, but it won’t feel that bad. You don’t have to suck it ‘till I come, okay?”
“You don’t want me to finish you off?” Megumi questioned.
“I’m saving the best for last,” he joked. “I don’t wanna come before I fuck you.”
Toji started to press his dick between Megumi’s lips, coaxing himself into his mouth.
He clumsily moved his teeth out of the way to the best of his ability as Toji pushed his way inside.
Megumi tried to wrap his tongue around his length to no avail; Instead, he simply dragged against what he could.
The stimulation, though minor, made Toji’s head dizzy with lust. His baby was finally where he dreamed of him being for years.
Megumi hummed in response to the sounds of Toji’s soft groans. Slowly, he tried to suck him off “properly”, based partially on what he’d seen in porn.
He grabbed what he couldn’t fit (which was most of it) and moved his hands up and down rhythmically while he used his mouth on the rest.
It was awkward, but Toji could tell there was a rhythm to it that Megumi didn’t quite have a grasp on fully.
“Oh yeah, you little…little fucking slut,” he jeered. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
Megumi started to take his mouth off of him to answer, but his head was held in place.
“You know what, don’t answer that,” he said. “Keep sucking.”
As he went back to the task at hand, he heard his father above him continuing to mutter and occasionally moan at the feeling.
“Fuck yeah, ‘Gumi,” Toji held him by the hair as he worked. “You learned that from some of that…that internet porn or something, didn’t you?”
Megumi looked up at him and blinked, as his mouth was preoccupied.
“Oh, look at those eyes,” he moaned. “So pretty on your knees, baby.”
Toji bucked his hips forward suddenly, making Megumi’s face red as he gagged.
Pushing his way to the back of his throat, he started to feel a wave of heat surge through him as his warm mouth completely enveloped him.
He loved seeing the tears pricking out the corners of his eyes, his pretty lips pursed, and the spit running down the sides of his mouth sloppily as he thrusted rapidly while Megumi’s reflexes tried to make sense of the sudden intrusion.
The rapid movement of his thrusts was so fast it almost started to blur into a flesh-colored streak.
He didn’t know what to be more thankful for. His own strength due to his Heavenly Pact that allowed him to be so rough, or Megumi’s strength that allowed him to take it so well.
Toji almost didn’t want to stop, until he realized he was getting closer.
“You took it so well, baby,” Toji pulled out of Megumi’s mouth and slapped his length on his cheek, leaving a trail of saliva.
Megumi tried to say something in response, but only a pitiful wheeze came out.
He gave himself a moment to catch his breath, coughing before mustering out a “thank you”.
“Alright,” Toji helped Megumi to his feet. “Stand in front of the sink for me, baby.”
He did as he was told, leaning against the cold granite as his father made his way behind him.
Toji held Megumi by his hips and rested his head on top of his son's. There was nothing but the sounds of their breaths for a moment.
“You wanna know something?”
“Hm?”
“I was always hoping for this day to come,” Toji smiled.
He knew the seeds that he planted in Megumi’s mind when he was young would come to fruition eventually. It was only a matter of time.
Megumi smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Toji kissed the top of his head.
“Do you want to know something?” Megumi said.
“What?”
“I know when you stare at my ass.”
The two started to burst into giggles after a short silence.
“I knew you would’ve had to know,” Toji said. “I mean, these jeans hug you just right—I used to think, everytime you’d wear some kind of tight thing, that you were trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Honestly, sometimes I was.”
“I fucking knew you were!”
Toji snaked his hands from Megumi’s hips to the waist of his jeans and started to fiddle with the button.
“Let’s take these off,” Toji whispered into his ear. He walked forward and pressed Megumi, who was in front of him, harder into the sink, pushing his hard-on against his backside.
Megumi’s breath hitched as reality really, really hit him—This wasn’t one of his dreams. This was actually happening.
Toji, after unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, slipped his hands down past the waistband of his boxers, feeling his smooth skin.
Toji raised an eyebrow. “You shave it?”
Megumi shook his head. “No, I, uh…use this wax kit thing I found online.”
“Really? You expect a lot of traffic?”
“Huh?”
“What’s that saying? One who cleans his house is expecting guests, or somethin’—”
“Oh, shut up,” Megumi rolled his eyes.
Toji’s hand went lower, spreading the lips of Megumi’s pussy, making his breath hitch.
“Look at how wet you are,” Toji cooed. “I bet you want Papa to fuck you so badly, right?”
Megumi nodded his head yes slowly.
Toji chuckled and played with his swollen clit some, making him whine, before dragging his fingers back to his hole and playing with the rim.
His mouth dropped open, and he let out the occasional soft moan as Toji worked, trying to drive him mad.
Suddenly, Toji slipped a finger in.
“Ah!”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel what the inside of you feels like, ‘Gumi,” Toji sighed.
“It’s yours to feel now, Dad,” Megumi spoke softly from a place he didn’t know of.
That turned up the dial for him.
He then stuck another finger inside of him, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace.
Megumi moaned out loud, shamelessly.
“Oh, fuck!” He placed his hands on the sink counter beneath him, gripping slightly.
“Oh yeah? You like that?” Toji slightly curled his fingers inside of him, massaging his walls, trying to find his sweet spot. That action elicited a whine from Megumi.
He alternated between curled fingers and straight ones to drive him mad.
“Yes, yes,” Megumi bit his lip. “Play with my front too, please.”
Toji slowed his pace. “You mean your clit, baby?”
Megumi nodded. “Uh huh.”
Toji moved his other free hand from Megumi’s hip to underneath the waistband of his underwear. Slipping his hand further south, he found and started to rub Megumi’s clit while he fingered him, leaning in to kiss his neck while he worked.
“Mmm,” Toji hummed into the crook of his neck. “That feels so good, doesn’t it, ‘Gumi?”
“Yes, fuck,” Megumi whined. He tilted his head back as pleasure coursed through him. “That’s so fucking good.”
“C’mere, baby,” Toji took his hand off his clit, tilted Megumi slightly, and roughly pulled him in for a kiss with his free hand before forcing his tongue into his mouth. He danced around, exploring Megumi with his tongue before separating from him and sucking on his plump, bottom lip. “Mm, I’ve always wanted to kiss those lips.”
He pushed Megumi into a more forward bend and yanked his jeans down along with his boxer-briefs, exposing him fully.
The skin on his ass and around his cunt were slightly flushed, giving the pale surface a rosy splash of color.
“Look at those pretty holes,” Toji muttered. He placed his hands on Megumi’s asscheeks, spreading them, and then dragged his thumbs downward, spreading his pretty lips as well—revealing a wet, pink hole that seemed like it was begging to be fucked.
He jiggled and tapped one of his buttocks with his hands.
Toji started to give himself a series of quick pumps while massaging Megumi’s backside with his other hand.
“Are you just going to stare?” Megumi turned back to look at him.
“Don’t get snippy,” Toji teased. “You ready for me to fuck you?”
“I’ve been ready for a while,” Megumi scoffed and turned his head back around. “Ready for a couple of years now.”
“Alright, okay.”
As Megumi put his hand up on the wall next to the bathroom mirror for support, Toji lined himself up with his cunt and slowly pushed himself in, only with some minor resistance.
“Try and relax, okay?” Toji cooed. “It might hurt a bit, but it’ll go much, much easier if you try to relax the muscle.”
“Yeah, I know,” Megumi nodded. “I’m trying.”
There wouldn’t be as much struggle, he thought, if Toji weren’t so goddamn huge.
His being already super wet was a help for sure, but it didn’t make it completely painless.
Soon, Toji bottomed out inside of him. He heard Megumi breathing in short bursts as he sat inside, sensing that he might be in discomfort.
“You need a few seconds?”
“No,” Megumi said, strained.
He was clearly lying, but Toji didn’t care much to address it as he was getting impatient. “Start moving. I’ll tell you if I need a minute or, I don’t know, lube.”
Toji placed one hand on the small of Megumi’s back and the other on his hip for support. He then started to slowly pull out before thrusting back inside.
“Mm—!” Megumi threw his head back. “Fuck!”
Toji couldn’t help but grunt at the feeling of his flesh being gripped by Megumi’s tight pussy.
“Holy shit, ‘Gumi,” he sighed. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Megumi could only whine in response.
Toji began to thrust himself inside Megumi slightly faster now, trying to show the slightest bit of restraint. Feeling the drag of his slicked walls against his fat cock drove him mad. It took him everything in his power not to just pound away, out of fear that he would do too much too soon for Megumi. Yes, even in some twisted way, he did care about him. His primary concern, though, was never being able to touch him again.
Soon, the sound of rhythmic skin slapping, heavy panting, and occasional whining filled the tiny Fushiguro bathroom.
Megumi’s eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth hung agape as behind him, or rather in him, played out his craziest fantasy.
“Oh, fuuuck!” Megumi didn’t have a choice to control the volume of his loud moan, as the ridges, shapes, and natural curves of Toji’s length constantly poked and dragged against all the right spots. “Mm, don’t stop!”
This more vocal version of him was definitely a welcome change to his usual quiet, shy demeanor. He always knew he could make his boy scream.
“Touch your clit, baby,” Toji grabbed a fistful of Megumi’s hair and pulled his head upwards. “And look at yourself properly in the mirror.”
After his fucked-out brain had two or three seconds, his brain processed the commands. He slipped his hand beneath him, between him and the sink, and started to do what he was told—look in the mirror.
“This view is so hot, Megumi,” Toji spoke softly. “Don’t you agree?”
Megumi let out a noise that could only be best described as an awkward cross between a yodel and a moan. Which Toji took as a yes.
He continued to fuck into Megumi, adjusting his head whenever his gaze towards the mirror would falter.
Toji groaned at the feeling of Megumi clenching around him whenever he hit the right spots.
He could feel a familiar heat start to build in his stomach, which to him was a little embarrassing.
There’s no way I’m about to come already. I’m not even that old, for fuck’s sake.
Or, it could just be Megumi. I wouldn’t be surprised, I mean, with a pussy like that, he could even make the most spry, young, and virile dude a minute man.
“I can feel how much you want me,” Toji crooned. “You ready to make me come?”
“Mmhm, yeah,” Megumi whined. “Come on my ass, please.”
“Inside of you?” Toji feigned ignorance. “Yeah, baby, I can do inside of you.” He started to hump him at a rapid pace, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Ah, ah—wait,” Megumi tried to keep a clear voice through his moans as Toji fucked him with an increasingly frenzied pace. “I said on me, not in me!”
No response from Toji. All he felt were two hands on his ass, pounding his hole with no sign of stopping.
“Wait, Dad, you can’t—mm—you can’t come in me!”
“Why not?” Toji finally responded.
“Because you’re my fucking Dad?"
“I mean, I’m not supposed to fuck you either,” Toji retorts.
“No, I mean, like,” he sighed. “If I get pregnant.”
“I’ll buy you some Plan B, no sweat,” Toji said. “You don’t want your dad to be the one to claim your womb? You wouldn’t want me to breed you, baby?”
“Oh my fucking god,” Megumi whined at his words, though his logical mind tried its best to take over.
“Yeahhh, that sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
“Stop,” Megumi turned part of his body to him. Trying to stop his voice from wavering, he managed to get out, affirmatively, “Just do it somewhere on me, I don’t want it inside.”
Sure you don’t.
Feeling himself getting closer, he sped up his pace inside of Megumi, making the boy’s moans grow intense and the echo of their colliding bodies louder.
“Touch…touch yourself, ‘Gumi,” Toji beckoned. “I wanna make you come.”
Ironically, Toji was the one about to finish.
“Oh, fuck,” Toji moaned.
With a couple of pumps, he felt himself tip over the edge.
He gripped onto Megumi tightly, pitifully humping into him while groaning and, surprisingly, whining, while babbling incoherently about how he was “so tight”, how he apologized for “daddy coming too fast”, and how his sweet Megumi drove him crazy.
He kept going, fucking his seed inside of him, though tired and slowly becoming half-hard.
“Mm!—Wait—Did you just—“ Megumi cut himself off. “Never mind.”
He continued to circle his fingers around his clit, trying to finish himself off with the help of Toji’s weak thrusts.
Pressure started to suddenly build in Megumi’s groin.
“Wait, wait—fuck, I’m close!”
“Oh yeah, baby,” Toji’s limp dick started to stir with his words. “Come for me, yeah—Make yourself come.”
Megumi felt his knees buckle as pleasure crashed over him and coursed through his body as he came.
He let out this pitiful, loud mew as he came down his leg while Toji humped and groaned over him like an old man.
The sound of wetness mixed with the sensation of fullness continued to drive him over the edge as he rode his high all the way down.
They stayed there in that bathroom for a while. Not letting go of each other. Or rather, Toji not letting go of Megumi.
After the fact, some post-nut clarity bestowed upon him the realization of what exactly had just happened. A mix of guilt and just plain emotional confusion washed over him almost as quickly as the pleasure did.
He felt dirty. Used.
His logical mind knew that this wasn’t normal behavior. And above all, he hated himself for enjoying it. For loving the feeling of getting his throat fucked or his pussy filled by his own fucking father.
“Hey,” Toji whispered.
Megumi was silent.
“I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to feel you on me,” he cooed. “All these years…just waiting.”
Waiting. A pit started to form in his stomach.
What he knew all along came to the forefront of his mind.
He was both unsettled and aroused by the notion.
“We…We’re going to do this so much more often, ‘Gumi. Okay?”