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"Yuji," Megumi calls, lowly at first. Admiring the way the candlelight dances along his features, he can't help but smile at the faraway look in golden eyes. He clears his throat, speaks up. "Yuji?"
His finger taps his phone screen, and Yuji jolts in his seat, finally dragging his attention back to Megumi. A sheen of sweat highlights Yuji's forehead, has little hairs sticking down, and Megumi doesn't hide his widening smile. He's trying so, so hard. What a good boy.
Before they left for their reservation, Megumi laid Yuji out and opened him up with his fingers. Then, he easily popped their favorite vibrating plug into Yuji's waiting hole; he'd shivered when Megumi pulled his fingers out, and his greedy hole wouldn't stop twitching, searching for anything to fill it again. The beautiful cry that ripped from Yuji's throat was worth it, the way he whimpered pitifully when Megumi pressed against the base meanly. Letting him come once to soothe his frayed nerves, Megumi had hoped that he would be able to at least sit through most of dinner. Overstimulation had him on edge throughout their car ride there, every bump had him wincing, but before long the steady vibrations had him sighing delightedly. A rosy flush made the apples of his cheeks their home, and he looked gorgeous. Flushed, glowing, riding the high of their exhibitionism.
Of course, Megumi let him think he could handle the vibrator on its lowest setting, acted like he had no intention of messing with the thrusting function or upping the vibrations. Waiting in line outside in the cool spring evening, though, Megumi tapped his phone. Yuji jolted next to him, practically jumping into the air when the sudden thrusting surprised him. His golden eyes slinked over to catch Megumi's face, but he was the picture of pure innocence. What, did I do something wrong? his eyes asked, coyly.
Being seated was fine, Yuji had been a little jittery, but now? After sitting down, most definitely pressing the length of the plug perfectly into his prostate? He's been a mess ever since. And Megumi loves it, relishes in the control Yuji gives him over him and his body. He hums again, clearing his throat in another attempt to catch Yuji's wandering attention.
Yuji's eyes find his, zeroing in and finally, finally realizing he's being spoken to. "Hm?" He asks, head tilted adorably.
Megumi huffs out a little laugh, points his chopsticks to Yuji's plate where the pile of his abandoned bite fell from loose chopsticks. "Are you enjoying your food?"
He blinks, once, twice. Then, he looks down, fingers working to click his chopsticks together over and over, like he's willing his body to cooperate. "Ah," Yuji rasps, breathless. "Yeah, yeah, uh, it's really good."
They're at Yuji's favorite fancy restaurant, having a romantic candlelit dinner for Yuji's birthday. Tucked away in a far away corner, nobody can see Yuji fighting for his life, ambient instrumentals hide the softest of his whimpers well enough. With the low-light, nobody can see the obvious tent in Yuji's nice slacks or the way he can't help but squirm in his seat. Megumi's phone lay face-up on the table, screen dimmed and its contents hidden, unneeded when the layout of buttons on his app are well-memorized.
"Good," Megumi hums, clicking his screen twice. Yuji doubles over, chopsticks nearly splinter in his straining grip, hot, panting breaths fog the porcelain of his plate. "Would you like to order dessert?"
Megumi doesn't expect an answer as Yuji's mouth hangs open, slack as pleasure overwhelms him. Listening intently, Megumi tries to delude himself into hearing the pulsing vibrations coming from him.
"Megumi," Yuji wheezes, sounding truly on the edge. Megumi can't suppress the sick, possessive feeling rushing through his gut. He holds all the power in his hands; whether Yuji comes in his pants in public right now or not. "We, uhn— I need ah—"
"A to-go box?" Megumi supplies, eyeing Yuji's mostly-full plate. He hums, nods to himself as Yuji sputters. "Yeah, I think so. You'll be hungry later."
Chopsticks clatter to the table, and Yuji's hands focus on clutching the edge of the table instead; wrinkling the delicate tablecloth beneath his brutal grip, their dishes clatter as they slide towards the disturbance. Megumi calls out to their waitress, pointedly ignoring the gasping breaths coming from Yuji's side of the table. He taps his screen, teasingly lowering the vibrations, hearing Yuji's inhale of relief, before tapping and raising the vibrations back to where they were as the waitress arrives.
While Yuji writhes, Megumi handles his leftovers, and the bill. Neatly, methodically, he piles Yuji's dinner into the little plastic box their waitress brought him. If he takes extra care to go slow? That is his prerogative, it is Yuji's birthday after all— he deserves to enjoy himself. Megumi clicks the plastic lid closed, humming, but Yuji seems to be lost once again. Pink hair stares back at him as Yuji's forehead is pressed to the table, likely dampening the fabric with his sweat. One hand fell to his lap, giving some reprieve to the crumpled table cloth. Megumi knows Yuji isn't touching himself —he's well trained, after all— because he doesn't have permission. But, Megumi does know that Yuji's prostate has been bullied for the better part of half an hour by now; he wonders if he's capable of coming untouched in front of all of these people.
He can hear these little sniffles and garbled grunts weakly disguised as coughs. Megumi smiles, takes his receipt as it's handed to him, stuffs his wallet back into his pocket.
"Ready to go, Yuji?" He calls, hoping Yuji can hear him through the cotton in his ears.
Yuji doesn't look at him, his knuckles are white with the force of his grip on the table, and he's suddenly gasping. It's loud, like it tore its way out with uncontrollable force; Megumi can see several others turning to them in curiosity out of the corner of his eyes. Yuji's fingers loosen, and his hand slips off the table, and his shoulders go slack. Megumi double checks his app, wondering if maybe the toy was disconnected somehow and that is what gave Yuji his relief. But, no, he can clearly see the little green connection light, the same vibration level he left it on, the little thrusting animation. Did he…?
"Yuji," Megumi calls, and Yuji's shoulders instantly stiffen. The softest whimper eeks from his lips, a bright red paints the tips of his ears, and his head shakes against the table. Megumi lowers his voice, reaches across the table to rake his fingers through sweaty locks. "Come on, baby, let's go home so I can take care of you."
The pet name instantly catches Yuji's attention, and he moves his head just enough for honey eyes to peek up at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, Megumi can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure, and his blush deepens.
He coughs, "I—" Satisfaction boils in Megumi's gut at just how debauched he sounds. "I'm sorry, Megumi."
Megumi tilts his head, confused. His fingers continue their gentle glide through his hair. "Sorry for what?"
"I might have, uh, y'know—" Yuji mutters, forehead once again falling to the table. "Finished."
Soft sniffles kick up again, his shoulders shake, and Megumi's heart lurches. His fingers find his phone screen and he taps to stop the thrusts, he lowers the vibrations, but doesn't completely turn them off.
"Hey," Megumi calls, keeping his voice soft. It is Yuji's birthday, after all, he can be handled gently. "Look at me."
A beat passes, Megumi hears him suck in a calming breath, and then big, watery eyes are looking up at him. "Let's go home, we can still do our plan. I promised, right?"
Slowly, Yuji pulls himself back into an upright position, Megumi keeps his arm extended on the table, offering closeness to ease Yuji's worries. His lips pull into a wobbly smile, and he pats the wetness from underneath his eyes, warily looking around like he just remembered they were in a very public place right now. With how far gone he was, Megumi wouldn't be surprised if he did momentarily forget where they were.
He pushes his chair out, stands, and offers Yuji his hand. Sheepishly, Yuji adjusts himself in his ruined slacks, and he's reaching out, being easily hauled onto unsteady feet. Not usually one for PDA, Megumi decides to make an exception and slings an arm around Yuji's waist. A bright smile shines at him, made even sweeter by the lingering blush clinging to his cheeks, and he rubs a soothing thumb into Yuji's clothed side, guides him out into their waiting car.
It doesn't take much time for Yuji to settle, and after Megumi confirms that he had a good time, he bumps up the vibrations on his app once more. By the time they get to their apartment, Yuji's whimpering again, nuzzling his head into the back of Megumi's neck while he focuses on unlocking the door. His dick is hard again, pressing greedily into Megumi's hip while Yuji gropes him like he can't wait another second for the door to open. Wandering hands find his pecs, squeeze, trail down his chest to his stomach and then down, down, down. Megumi nearly drops his keys, keening desperately when Yuji's hand finds his aching cock.
The key finally clicks the door open and it nearly slams into the wall with the force of their bodies stumbling through. Yuji doesn't waste a second, kicks his shoes off haphazardly, and reaches for Megumi. They meet in the middle hungrily, teeth clacking as they both fight to devour the other. Megumi slams Yuji's back against the door, finding the sense to close it, and works on sucking stinging bites along his throat. He groans, submits beautifully, raises his chin for better access. Yuji's hands fist the back of Megumi's shirt and he's rocking forward, desperate for any friction on his aching length.
Megumi steps back, admires Yuji's puffy lips, and his eyebrows crinkle while he instinctively tries to chase the kiss before Megumi shoves him back. He holds him by the shoulders, strongly pinning him against the surface of the door. Yuji's eyes are wide, face open as he waits prettily for Megumi's instruction. Such a good boy.
Slowly, Megumi runs his hands from Yuji's shoulders along his collarbone, stopping when he finds the top button of his pristine white dress shirt. He unclasps the first button, dipping his fingers inside to meet tanned skin, Yuji's breath hitches as he trembles with the touch. He slides a hand up, fanning his fingers before wrapping around Yuji's throat possessively, he leans in close enough for his lips to brush the shell of his ear.
"You're missing something. Aren't you, puppy?" He murmurs, feeling the way Yuji's pulse immediately hammers beneath his palm. Megumi can feel Yuji's rough gulp travel down his esophagus before he nods. "Go on, show me, then."
At once, his hand drops and Megumi pulls away, giving Yuji the space to step away from the door and lead him to their bedroom. He scurries immediately, socked feet slipping on the floor as he rushes to follow Megumi's order. Megumi can't help but huff a laugh, and he toes his shoes off slowly, lines them up in their proper place. He digs through his pocket, pulls his phone out, and completely turns the toy off. A choked-off whine carries from their bedroom, Yuji already sounding pitiful and needy. Unhurriedly, he unbuttons his dress shirt, taking his time to unclasp each button, until his shirt is left hanging open.
Leisurely, Megumi walks down the hall to their bedroom, hands lazily stuffed in his pockets. Unsurprisingly, Yuji's stripped himself of his shirt and pants, left only in his boxers. He's kneeling at the foot of their bed, hands planted on his thighs, patiently watching the door, waiting for his deserved praise after getting ready for him so quickly. Stark, thick black leather wraps around Yuji's throat, his collar is already clasped and connected to a leash— which limply hangs to the ground, trailing Yuji's pec, hip, and knee.
Golden eyes light up as soon as he walks in, darting the newly exposed skin, greedily soaking up the image like he'd never get another chance. He is the perfect picture of obedience, Megumi can practically see big fluffy ears atop his head and a tail whacking against the floor. Keeping his face neutral, Megumi steps further into the room, empties his pockets onto their dresser. Then, he carries on like he hadn't seen Yuji at all. Turns his back to him, unbuckles his belt, pulls it gingerly from each loop before wrapping the expensive leather around his hand. With the belt wrapped, Megumi tidily places it in the drawer, closing it with a click.
Deftly, Megumi unbuttons his slacks, unzips them, and lets them fall to the floor. He steps out of them, smirking when a wounded whine spills out from behind him. Indulgently, he leans over, tempting Yuji to move from his dutiful place on his knees. Quickly, Megumi looks over his shoulder, bent at the hips, and catches Yuji being perfect. As always. Sat in his same spot, fingers digging into his knees with effort, eyes glued to his ass without a single ounce of shame. Drool would not be out of place on his face in this moment, and it's enough for Megumi to want to stop his teasing— but he doesn't, not yet.
He diverts his attention from his pretty little puppy once again, yanking his socks off before righting himself and slipping his shirt off onto the floor. Normally, he would drag this out, pick up his laundry and take it to the basket just to tease, just to revel in Yuji's unending patience, but he can't wait any longer to treat his birthday boy. He turns, finds Yuji staring at him like he hung the moon, his hands haven't moved yet, and his cock proudly tents his boxers. The grey fabric is darkened at the tip, and dark splotches litter the surface, likely from his little accident at the restaurant.
Megumi smiles sweetly at him, watches the way his taut muscles relax minutely. He inches closer, close enough that Yuji could easily reach out and touch his skin if he so chooses. He leans over, reaches for the hanging handle of the leash, and wraps it around his knuckles.
Without warning he commands, "Up." And hauls Yuji up by the neck with a rough yank.
Yuji isn't phased, he's following the leash easily, climbing to his feet and waiting eagerly for his next command. Megumi allows some slack in the leash for Yuji to move somewhat easily, and raises an eyebrow at him. "Remember what we talked about, puppy?"
Yuji's nodding, head whipping up and down excitedly. "Go ahead."
Needing no further instruction, Yuji's hands find Megumi's shoulders, and he's guiding him towards the bed. He plops down with a gentle bounce, a pleased, feral smile overcomes Yuji's face. The collar is tugged forward, peeling up from his throat, as the distance between them is briefly skewed by Yuji standing over him. Megumi pats his thighs, summoning him like one would when calling their pet up to their lap. Muscled thighs climb up, and Yuji drags himself up and over Megumi's legs. Hesitantly, Yuji settles on top of his thighs, intentionally keeping distance between their clothed crotches.
His eyes flick around Megumi's face, panting breaths warm his skin, like he is trying to decide what he wants to do first. After all, Megumi gave him free rein, whatever the birthday boy wanted— so long as he was good.
Yuji leans forward, his nose finds Megumi's cheek, poking it playfully before dragging it across his cheek, over the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. Megumi holds still for him as he rubs their faces together, even as Yuji leans even closer still and wraps his lips around his ear lobe. A soft sucking sound fills his ear, Yuji's arms wrap around his shoulders, pressing their chests together and moaning with the skin on skin contact. Yuji's hips roll, gasping when their equally aching lengths rub together. Megumi tugs his leash, tightening until Yuji releases his flesh with a wet pop.
An undeniably adorable pout greets him, but Megumi holds firm in his decision, he doesn't want Yuji to get sidetracked. Using his free hand, he cups Yuji's cheek gently, rubbing his thumb along his cheekbone. As Yuji leans into the touch, Megumi slowly releases his tight grip until Yuji's leaning into him again, peppering grateful kisses along his collarbone. He digs his nose into the side of Megumi's neck, sniffing loudly, pressing hard enough to bruise in an attempt to be as close to the scent as possible. Megumi wore his favorite cologne, the one Yuji always compliments, the one he exclusively wears on special occasions.
From his neck, Yuji gets lost in Megumi's skin, trails to his shoulder before tickling the crease of his armpit with the tip of his nose. Yuji noses along his arm, lifting it easily, and darting forward to stick his face in Megumi's armpit. Instinctively, he stiffens, but Yuji's hold on his wrist is firm. The leather of Yuji's collar is cold as it presses into his skin, and has shivers running down his spine. Yuji's inhaling, rubbing his nose along the delicate skin, sniffing loudly and groaning. Hot puffs of air tickle the skin, the hair there tingles with every movement, and Megumi can't help but squirm. But, it is Yuji's birthday.
Every huff gets longer, more drawn out as Yuji nuzzles into him harder. Soon, wetness follows, and Megumi can't stop the moan that falls from his lips. Yuji's tongue swipes the skin with broad, stretching strokes; he starts low on his side, trails up through his pit, licking the crease reverently, and continues up to mid-bicep.
Megumi jerks his hips upward, the ticklish feeling melding with his arousal has him jittery, high on everything Yuji— he wants him, needs him. Yuji responds beautifully, of course, open-mouthed moans warm his skin, and his hips tick forward in response. Megumi indulges, rolls his hips into Yuji's, burns the friction between them until Yuji's uselessly huffing breath. Long forgetting his goal, Yuji lets Megumi's arm slip from his grip, and bumps forward eagerly. They could both come like this, but Megumi knows that isn't what his good boy wants, not this time.
Tightening his grip on the leash, Megumi uses his free hand to rip Yuji up by his hair. Leather snaps taut, the collar jingles, and he wonders how bruised Yuji's neck will be after this. Bringing golden eyes back to view, he can only admire the mess before him.
Yuji's eyes are glazed over, this wild, feral look taking over his dilated pupils. Megumi recognizes the way he's aching for him, looking for permission, guidance. He's too drunk on his senses, the smell of Megumi's deodorant in his nose, the taste of his skin and sweat on his tongue. That blissed out look makes him look lost and vulnerable, big brown eyes looking at him the way a puppy looks to its owner.
"Awe," Megumi coos, bringing his hand down to Yuji's cheek. He nuzzles into his palm eagerly, eyes slipping closed with a satisfied huff. "What does my puppy want, hmm?"
With a harsh yank, he rips Yuji back, he goes easily, giving them more space between their sweaty bodies. The most pitiful whine rips through Yuji's throat, Megumi smiles. He can see the way he struggles, wordlessly searching his eyes for clues, unable to form his own request.
"You wanna be good for me, don't you?" Megumi asks, urging him along, loving how immediately Yuji's nodding. "Tell me, go on. Speak."
"Please," Yuji whispers, voice gone. "Please, please let me be good for you. I wanna be good."
Megumi smiles, sweet and soft, and then he's groping Yuji's aching cock, gripping him meanly just to hear him yelp. Yuji's hips chase the sensation, jerking into his palm eagerly. Megumi strokes upwards, testing the scratch of Yuji's boxers along the sensitive, blazing skin. Finding the entirety of the front obscenely wet, soaking through the fabric, Megumi shushes Yuji's desperate whimper.
"Oh, wow," He murmurs, not hiding the awe from his tone. "All wet and ready; such a messy puppy. I love it."
A broken, addictive moan rips from Yuji's throat, the force of it knocks his head back and tugs his collar. Megumi's hand slowly, slowly falls down his length, down, down to his balls. Yuji sucks in a sharp breath, holding it while Megumi fondles his sack in his palm. A beat passes before he lets a finger slip behind, teasingly brushing Yuji's covered hole. He finds the base of the plug, and he taps it. Yuji cries out, hips jerking, Megumi would bet that he'd forgotten all about the toy. Given that the vibrations and thrusts have long stopped, he had been enjoying being stuffed full for so long it became part of him. Plugged up, full, ready for Megumi's cock.
"Do you want me here? Or do you prefer the toy?" He asks, smiling when Yuji whines. Glittering tears slip from his eyes, and he opens his mouth, but stops himself; doesn't speak. Megumi's thumb rubs the tears into his skin, shushing him gently. He's being such a good boy, it makes Megumi ache. He needs to be buried deep inside of him, now. "Come on, puppy, be good. Tell me."
Instantly, the flood gates open and more tears glob down his face. "You!" He cries, desperate. "Please, please. I want you!"
Megumi softens immediately, brings both hands to hold Yuji's face so, so gently. "Okay, shh." He coos. "I got you, I got you."
His hands slip from Yuji's cheeks, down his chest, down his stomach, until he meets the waistband of his boxers. An index finger slips beneath, and he pulls, lets the elastic snap against Yuji's skin. "Take these off."
Yuji's eager, sniffing back tears, scrambles to follow Megumi's instruction. He fumbles, knees slipping on their sheets, too uncoordinated to move his legs properly. The leash flaps wildly between them, and Megumi takes pity on him after more tears fall from Yuji's beautiful eyes. He rolls them, Yuji splays out beneath him, eyes wide and reverential.
Megumi wastes no time ripping the soiled boxers off him, nails raking down skin as he does. Yuji keens, arches off the bed, his moans gargle as the collar strangles him. The sound pierces Megumi's gut, has him nearly doubling over, and he places the softest peck to Yuji's ankle before dragging it across his body. Right ankle crosses, and Yuji rolls onto his side, quickly understanding the redirection. His leg is hiked up and bent at the knee, foot pressed roughly into the mattress— a nonverbal command: do not move.
Fingers scratch the taut skin of his ankle bone before slipping up Yuji's leg, combing through leg hair gently enough for goosebumps to follow his trail. The leash is slack between them, resting on sweaty skin, in the way. Megumi switches the leash to his left hand and leans on his elbow, settling in close behind Yuji. He continues his path up Yuji's leg, digging into the sweaty flesh behind his knee, sliding up to his strong thigh where the muscle jumps skittishly. He cups Yuji's ass in his palm, indulgently squeezing the flesh, and a little yelp falls unrestrained from his lips.
Yuji's head is turned, intently focused on watching him, straining his neck with the angle, back arching beautifully. Megumi offers him a smirk before dipping his fingers between his cheeks, finding the plug and wrapping his fingers around the base. Yuji moans, loud, unabashedly desperate, and his entire body tenses up.
Megumi shushes him, "Shh, I got you, pup. Relax."
All at once, Yuji's body deflates, submits to Megumi's command.
"Good boy, Yuji." He praises, because Yuji deserves to hear it. He's been such a good boy this whole time, Megumi can't get enough of it. The power rushes to his head, Yuji being putty in his hands will always rile him up, will always have him pushing his resolve. A weak moan falls from Yuji's lips, and those beautiful eyes flutter closed, gleaming at the praise.
The plug slips from Yuji's hole easily, one quick tug has the black silicone reappearing. This plug is one of Yuji's favorites, not only for it's vibration and thrust settings, but because it offers several inches of length to nestle inside of him. It's a huge plug, but Yuji aches for that fullness. At the sudden emptiness, a broken whine echoes the walls, and Yuji's hand slips from his hip to the sheets. His hand is enticingly close to his dripping cock, but Megumi trusts his obedient boy not to touch without permission.
His hole is red and gaping, twitching desperately in front of Megumi's eyes. His mouth practically waters, and he's quick to run his fingers along Yuji's wet rim. Yuji's hips twitch forward, but he's quickly correcting, relaxing back into the touch. Megumi gathers excess lube by sneaking a finger inside, marveling at the slippery heat with a rumbling groan. Yuji's hole is perfect. Everything about him is.
Megumi knows Yuji is waiting patiently for his cock to slip inside, but he gets lost playing with his hole. One finger becomes three before he knows it, and he's indulgently massaging his inner walls, fingering him like he needs to be prepped. Yuji's back expands and deflates rapidly with his loud, panting breaths, his tongue has lolled from his lips, uncontrollable drool hangs from his chin as he desperately tries to hang on. Megumi finds his prostate with ease, meanly applies pressure, rubs into it with intent.
Yuji's hand flies to his cock, and he grips the base with despair, desperately trying to force away his bodies reaction. Without permission, he won't come, not like this. But, that doesn't stop Megumi from trying; with his pulse roaring in his ears and sweat cascading from his temples, he fucks Yuji with his fingers like it's a punishment— a contest to make him unravel, to disobey. Revels in the way the arches of Yuji's feet scrunch, the way his head falls against Megumi's forearm as he gasps. His hole squeezes tightly around his fingers, Yuji's hips rock in aborted little motions as he struggles with everything he has. Megumi's cock aches in its confines, precome soaks through his boxers, and he wants nothing more than to fuck his perfect boy.
Megumi presses a soft kiss to his shoulder, angles his fingers with devastating precision, and he gives permission. "Come for me, puppy."
Yuji's hand flops to the bed immediately, and while his hole convulses and tightens, the rest of him goes slack. Come spurts onto the sheets, followed by a loud, anguished "Ah!" as Yuji unloads. Megumi fucks him through it, keeps his fingers buried deep like Yuji likes, plasters his chest to his back, feels the tremors running down his spine.
A breath passes, Yuji's frantic breathing starts to even out, and Megumi eases his fingers out. He's fumbling, pulling his aching cock out with his wet hand. He doesn't bother taking off his boxers, nestles in close, rubs himself along the cleft of Yuji's ass. Wetness slides around, and it'll have to be enough. Yuji's hand finds his, tangles their fingers together by his head, and Megumi's lips curl into a sweet smile. He presses inside Yuji in one sure thrust, buries himself deep, hisses through his teeth.
Glorious heat and wetness envelops him, Yuji's walls suck him in with unrivaled desperation. Megumi curses, delirious. "Fuck, I won't last."
Yuji's sweaty temple nuzzles his arm, pleased little hum responding affirmatively. Megumi grinds against him, keeping his dick buried deeply, his lips find the nearest patch of skin and lavishes him in lazy, open-mouthed kisses. He keeps a slow, maddening pace, circling his hips, barely pulling out before plunging in, drawing out the inevitable. His free hand finds Yuji's hip, digs into the flesh there, pulls him back in time with his slow thrusts. He wonders briefly if Yuji will be able to come again, he's insatiable after all, but he's been on the edge so long; it hurts, he fucks forward faster, chasing his own pleasure. Megumi can't stop the murmurs of praise that fall endlessly from his lips, declares his love and brands Yuji's skin with the weight of his reverence.
Yuji's voice warbles around hiccuping moans, responds gorgeously to well-earned praise; he gives Megumi complete control over his body, greedily accepts everything he's given. Megumi's fist tightens around the leash, rolls his wrist and wraps the slack length enough to add pressure along Yuji's windpipe again. His moans become wheezing cries, hips rocking back; disobeying for the first time by lifting his bent leg, slinging it back and wrapping it behind Megumi's legs. The weight of his body lands more squarely on Megumi's chest, they're so close; he can feel every rumbling moan and whimper, Yuji's hair tickles his neck, his legs tremble in place.
Yuji's tightening up around him, stars burst behind Megumi's eyelids and he's as good as gone. He pounds into Yuji sloppily, amping up into these messy, uneven strokes, and finally, finally paints his insides white with a muffled cry. Megumi's teeth scrape the side of Yuji's neck, his canines catch on the leather wrapped there. He catches his breath while huffing Yuji's sweaty scent, it warms his chest, soothes him. He blearily registers Yuji's arm moving, subtle, wet shlicking sounds accompany the movement, and it's mere moments before he's crying out blissfully. Megumi hisses as Yuji pulses around him, closes his eyes to the chorus of Yuji's whimpering moans as he comes down from his orgasm.
Yuji's toned leg melts off of him, lands heavily back onto the bed. Megumi's fingers instinctively rub the stiffness from his hip before playfully skittering along his skin just to hear his half-hearted whine. A big hand finds his, wraps around him until their fingers intertwine, and they settle in front of Yuji's stomach together. He ignores the mess for now, tightens his draped arm, squeezes his love into Yuji's flesh.
They lay together like that, lazy and spent. Megumi noses along the back of Yuji's neck, kisses the redness he left there. Their steady breathing is the only noise in the room, for a while their tacky skin melds together as one, they breathe as one, they are one. Until Megumi's dick softens, eventually slips out and brings his sticky mess with it. Yuji shudders in his hold, shivering as he feels come dripping out. Megumi wants to stuff his fingers inside again, scoop as much come as he can before plugging him full once more. But Yuji's yawn snaps him from his fantasy, his arm tingles uncomfortably where Yuji'd been laying, and it's enough motivation to have him moving. Tenderly, Megumi pulls away from Yuji's comforting warmth, untangles their limbs before gently rolling him onto his back, and hovers over him.
It's always been Megumi's deepest joy to get to admire Yuji, and seeing him like this will never get old. His eyes are rimmed red and puffy, dried tear tracks stain his beautiful rosy cheeks, dried spit clings to the corners of his lips and chin. Megumi offers him a little smile, the one only for him, and unclasps his collar. As smoothly as possible, he pulls the collar away by the leash, discards it to the unused side of the bed. The skin of his throat is angry and red, Megumi's lips press and unspeakably beg for forgiveness— Yuji always absolves him, easily smiles that bright smile of his and accepts the offered tenderness.
They bathe together, Megumi cleans the sheets, heats up Yuji's leftovers. Yuji picks the movie —like always, but tonight he can truly pick whatever he wants— and they collapse onto the couch together. Megumi watches Yuji's enraptured expression, the way he barely blinks for fear of missing even a single second, the way several bites miss his mouth and smears sauce on his lips and chin. And Megumi loves him, so much. He wears unabashed fondness on his face, and Yuji notices as the credits roll.
"What?" He huffs, laugh tickling the back of his throat.
Megumi thinks his eyes hold the answers to the universe, knows he'll dream of cotton candy hair until the day he dies, cherishes the gift of Yuji growing one year older, wants to get older still with him— but he wouldn't say that, doesn't have to.
"Nothing." He murmurs, admires the blush already rising to Yuji's cheeks. His hand squeezes his under the blanket they share and smiles down, adverting his eyes cutely. Yuji knows, he always does.