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Moving to Tokyo for college after having spent nearly his whole life in the rural area of Japan was an experience to say the least. So many unfamiliar faces, they're also very rude and short tempered. Not having anyone back home but his grandpa to teach him how to socialize, he sort of felt like an alien being dropped onto earth.
He was isolated back home, happy, but isolated. His only friends were his grandpa and…well, that's it.
It was Yuuji’s first day at college, he would say he was pretty excited to be in the city. He’s excited to meet new people and hopefully make tons of new friends. So, when he heard a bunch of the freshmen decided it would be a good idea to throw a party, he didn’t hesitate on accepting the invite.
Though, that is shamefully not his only reason for deciding to attend the party for the freshman; he needs to get laid. Can you really judge him for this though? Growing up in a rural area, everyone knows everybody. There's really no option for just a one night stand with the girl that you grew up with next door. It’d be too awkward and embarrassing having to see her everyday after that. It was embarrassing, being eighteen years old and still a virgin.
He finishes his classes in the late afternoon. He didn't learn much material in them though, mostly just introductions. He decided that he’d get ready and head out to the party after cooking himself a meal after not having eaten all day.
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His face twists as if he had just consumed a sour candy when he walks into the party and the first thing he’s greeted with is two guys kissing and feeling each other up. What the fuck? Okay, so he was totally not expecting that. Since when was this… normal?
He squeezes his way past them, trying his best to keep his face neutral as he passes by. He makes his way to the drinks in the kitchen. He grabs a beer from one of the coolers and starts walking around while taking little sips. That's when he notices a familiar scowly, broody face.
He walks up to the boy and nudges him with his shoulder. The boy, seemingly lost in thought, jumps at the contact and snaps his head at Yuuji. Yuuji chuckles when he sees Fushiguro's frightened face soften.
“Oh, hey…Itadori, right?” His dark forest green eyes squint as he’s trying to remember Yuuji’s name.
He’d met Fushiguro at his pre-calc class in the morning. He was immediately interested in Fushiguro’s dark and mysterious demeanor. He thought he looked cool and wanted to get to know him. Thinking that he’d be one of those scary, edgy guys who shuts everyone out, he was just a smidge bit disappointed to find out that he was just awkward and anti-social.
Yuuji beams at Fushiguro, pleased with himself that he made a good enough impression on Fushiguro that he remembered his name. “Hey Fushiguro, I didn't think you’d be here.”
Fushiguro squints again and tilts his head, looking confused. “Why not?” he asked, sounding somewhat offended. Yuuji snorted at this, it seemed like Fushiguro wasn't aware of the type of vibe he gave off.
“You just don’t seem like the type of guy who goes to parties. I guess I kinda pegged you as a guy who stays home and focuses on his studies.” Itadori says before taking a swig of his beer.
Fushiguro thinks for a moment, Yuuji wonders if he had said something wrong after getting no response for a while. Just as he was about to apologize, “I guess but this seemed like a good opportunity to meet people.”
Yuuji smiles and nods his head, a little too eagerly, "I thought so too! I grew up in Sendai so it's kinda cool seeing what all the city people are like.” Fushiguro nods his head to show he was listening.
They stand together not saying anything for a couple minutes, Yuuji starts scanning the place to see if there was anyone interesting he could drag Fushiguro with to meet. That’s when he notices a girl with short ginger hair making out with a taller girl with even shorter green hair. Yuuji lets out a gasp at this, shocked to find yet another gay couple being so comfortable with showing off…this.
This seems to get Fushiguro’s attention, asking Yuuji what was wrong. Yuuji stammers for a bit not knowing if he should express his mildly offensive thoughts to Fushiguro or make something up. His mouth works faster than his brain though, “That” he says, pointing at the two girls kissing.
When he looks back at Fushiguro, he has a somewhat shocked and irritated look on his face. Shit. “What’s wrong with ‘that’?” He asks in a harsh tone.
Yuuji drags his hands down his face, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself without fucking up even more. “Shit, no it’s not that there’s- well, fuck” He keeps his eyes away from Fushiguro, not wanting to see his newly found friends reaction.
“What’s wrong?” He asks again, this time a little harsher than before. Yuuji can feel the intense stare that Fushiguro is giving him. He slowly turns his head to meet his eyes. Holy shit. He almost just peed himself, maybe he is one of those scary mysterious guys.
“I.. don’t know what to say.” He exhales sharply after realizing that he had been holding in his breath. “My grandfather, the only person I had growing up, taught me that it was wrong. So, isn't it?” He scratches the back of his neck roughly.
“I guess I just never questioned it cause I never saw it much in my hometown. Maybe because it was a pretty small town but I think not seeing it made me believe that he was right.” He turns his gaze away from Fushiguro, trying to find the couple from earlier.
“Coming here now and seeing that nobody really minds it is kinda making me question him though.” He turns back to Fushiguro who is squinting again and silent. He continues, “I wasn’t trying to offend you, or anyone for that matter. I just didn’t expect it to be so… normalized.” He said in an almost questioning tone.
Now, Fushiguro is nodding, deeming that Itadori was telling the truth and not just making up excuses. He’s still silent though, which makes Yuuji question if he should find someone else to talk to, thinking he might've tainted his image with Fushiguro. Just as he pushes himself off the wall he feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s Fushiguro’s and Yuuji can’t quite read the look on his face.
Fushiguro lets out a huff, “Stay.” Yuuji’s quite shocked at this, surprised and relieved that Fushiguro hasn't punched him right in his face. Hell, he wouldn’t have blamed him.
“I’m sorry again,” he picks at the skin around his thumb, “I don’t mean to offend you when I ask this but are you… gay?” He glances up quickly to check for Fushiguro's reaction. “You seemed offended or are you just…” He pauses for a moment to think, looking for the right word. “Passionate?”
Fushiguro chuckles at this, “Not gay gay but I've had my fair share of relationships and hookups with guys. I’m not ashamed of it either so yeah when someone tries to bash me or really anyone else for it I guess I do get offended.”
Yuuji’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink, feeling embarrassed. Fushiguro bumps his shoulder against Yuuji’s in a playful manner, to show he wasn't upset. “Now that you’re on your own, do you still think it’s wrong? Or is it just because your grandfather taught you to think it’s wrong?”
Yuuji thinks for a bit, a little caught off by the question. He expected Fushiguro to drop it because he thought it would've been an awkward topic to continue to talk about.
“I guess I don't really know.” He answers truthfully. “Part of me wants to say yes because it’s what I learned at a young age. I knew better than to question my grandpa and what he told me.” He pauses, taking a second to think and gather his thoughts. “But, being on my own now and being able to think for myself…I guess it doesn’t really affect me, right? So…Why should I care who does what with who?” It comes off more as if Yuuji was asking Fushiguro to think for him. Fushiguro furrows his brows a bit, thinking to himself it seems.
“Itadori,” Yuuji looks up to see a sly, almost mischievous, grin appear on Fushiguro's face. “Wanna find out?”
Yuuji tilts his head to the side, confused by the question. Find out?
“Find out how?” He thinks out loud without realizing, he scratches the back of his head lightly trying to figure out what Fushiguro meant.
“Hand me your phone.” He holds his hand out, waiting for Itadori to drop his phone inside the awaiting hand. Yuuji, reluctantly, hands his unlocked phone over. He watches Fushiguro pull out his own phone and type something on both of them. Fushiguro hands his phone back with that same sinister smile, “I saved your number, text me whenever you’re free.”
~
Days go by and Yuuji busies himself with school work, trying his best to put himself out there and make some friends. He succeeds in making a few: a shy boy with dark hair that covers half of his face, a girl he met at the gym who looked quite similar to one of the lesbians at the party but with longer hair and glasses, and another boy who was loud, really muscular, and wore his hair in a tight bun.
It’s the weekend now and Yuuji has no plans. He’s sprawled across his bed with his head dangling off, reading a comic book, staying on the same page for about 20 minutes because he’s already read it before and finds it hard to get as invested as he was when he first read it.
It’s almost 7 pm and he’s run out of things to do. He thought about inviting one of his new friends to go out and find something interesting to do but thought that it might be too early in their friendship to do that. That’s when he remembers Fushiguro from the party and his… offer? He remembers the wicked grin that he received from Fushiguro and a shiver runs down his spine. He thinks for a bit, wondering if he should text and tell him he’s free. Or maybe he should just ignore him and pray Fushiguro forgets by the time they have to see each other in pre-calc again.
Against his better judgment, he texts Fushiguro.
April 10, 2026
6:57
Itadori: hey fushiguro!!! im sorry im just now texting ive been busy 😓
Itadori: but im free now if ya still wanna help me…find out? 🥹
Yuuji tosses his phone on his bed and rolls over so he's on his stomach with his face in his pillows. About five minutes later, he feels his phone vibrate and the sound of a notification. He blindly reaches for his phone without lifting up his head.
He reads the notifications and sees that Fushiguro has responded.
7:03 pm
Fushiguro: Hey, meet me at the water fountain in front of the dorms in 30 minutes.
Fushiguro: I have to buy a few things before we meet up.
Buy a few things? Yuuji’s a little skeptical but intrigued. So he sends back a quick response letting him know that he’d be there.
As Yuuji’s getting ready, he feels butterflies in his stomach. It feels weird, wrong almost, but he’s excited to hang out with one of his new friends. He’s also very curious to see what Fushiguro needed to buy.
~
Thirty minutes go by rather quickly and the butterflies in Yuuji’s stomach multiply as he makes his way over to the water fountain Fushiguro told him to meet him at. He sees Fushiguro already there, on his phone with a white plastic bag dangling around his forearm. He doesn't seem to notice Yuuji walking closer and closer until he lightly taps Fushiguro on his shoulder. He chuckles when he gets a similar reaction to the one he got when he approached him at the party.
“Hey! I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” He gives Fushiguro one of his usual bright smiles. He looks back down at the bag between him and Fushiguro, leaning in a little closer to get a peak at what’s inside. Fushiguro quickly moves the bag behind him once he realizes what Itadori was trying to do and chuckles.
“Be patient. You’ll see what's inside soon enough.” He lightly shoves Itadori and signals for him to walk as he does.
~
Once they're inside Fushiguro's dorm, Yuuji walks around a little bit and sees that it's pretty tidy and organized for a college student. Also, bigger than the usual college students' dorm. “Wow Fushiguro, your dorm is really nice.”
“Perks of having a rich guardian I guess” He says while taking off his shoes. Yuuji realizes that he hadn't done that yet and quickly apologizes for his manners, stumbling a little as he copies Fushiguro.
He picks himself back up, facing Fushiguro. “So, are you gonna tell me what's in the bag now?” He watches as the same grin from the party makes its way back onto Fushiguro's face.
“Itadori,” Yuuji tilts his head, “this is your chance to back out.”
Back out? Yuuji thinks that he probably was wrong about Fushiguro only being awkward and anti-social, he’s sort of starting to freak him out. Even though every part of his brain is telling him to back out and turn around, he finds himself nodding and telling Fushiguro that he was okay with continuing.
So, that's how Yuuji finds himself in Fushiguro's bathroom with a bag that contains a… plastic bulb and a nozzle. Included in the bag was a piece of paper written by Fushiguro on how to use said bulb.
It takes a moment for Yuuji to realize what he got himself into. His face turns the brightest shade of red that has never been seen before. Holy shit, Fushiguro was preparing him for— sex. Gay sex. He was preparing Yuuji to be on the receiving end.
He quickly stuffs everything back inside the white plastic bag and rushes over to the bathroom door. He’ll tell Fushiguro that he wasn't expecting this and that this is not what he thought Fushiguro meant by ‘finding out’. But, just as he reaches his hand out for the knob— he hesitates. He hesitates. He hesitates? Why on earth was he hesitating? This was insane! Itadori Yuuji was absolutely not about to have gay sex with Fushiguro Megumi. This is utterly insane…right? What? There's no way he’s actually considering this.
Yuuji very slowly returns his hand back to his side. What better way to find out if you're actually homophobic than to experience it. He looks back into the bag and feels the heat rise to his cheeks again.
Fuck it.
~
Outside the bathroom door stands Megumi. He chuckles to himself when he hears a gasp, the noise of a rustling bag followed by rushed footsteps. He expects to find Itadori's bright red face staring back at him in horror in just a couple seconds. But, the footsteps stop and he hears the rusting of the bag again. Soon after he heard footsteps again but this time, calmer and growing distant.
He smirks, realizing that Itadori was actually considering this. This could've gone one of two ways: he could have fun embarrassing a homophobe or he’d have a special type of fun with the homophobe. Boy, he couldn't be more pleased with himself that Itadori chose the latter.
About 40 minutes later, he hears the bathroom door open. Out comes Itadori, trying to hide his flushed pink face in the bathrobe instructed for him to wear from the note in the bag.
“I wasn't expecting you to actually go through with it.” Megumi says teasingly, enjoying the way Itadori won't meet his gaze.
“Yeah… well me neither,” Yuuji mumbles, mostly to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Fushiguro getting up from where he was situated on the couch, making his way over to where he stands. He bends down a little to look at Yuuji's face.
“The water came out clear?” He asks, giving Itadori that damn smirk again. Yuuji slowly nods, still unable to look Fushiguro in the eyes. Then, finally, he straightens up after taking his time examining Yuuji. He starts walking over to his bedroom.
“You coming?” Yuuji slowly lifts his head up. Here goes nothing.
~
Yuuji watches as Fushiguro strips his shirt off slowly, his pants following soon after. He sort of expected Fushiguro to be skinny and frail, so he was just a little shocked to see the light six pack and the muscles that bulge out a little in Fushiguro's arms.
Megumi slowly makes his way to join Yuuji on the bed, who was propped up against the many pillows that Megumi has. He admires how flustered Itadori looks, it’s adorable. He instructs Yuuji to lay back. Yuuji can’t help but look away with the way Megumi is looming over him…with the way Megumi is watching him.
Megumi starts tugging at the robe Yuuji is still wearing. Out of instinct, Yuuji places his hand over Megumi’s, stopping him from continuing. Megumi tilts his head, “Y’know, if you really don’t want to continue we don’t have to. I won’t force you into something you don’t want.” He says, leaning back allowing Yuuji some space to breathe.
“No no, I think I want to.” Yuuji says a little hesitantly. Megumi brings his hand up to cup Yuuji’s cheek, leaning in again. He feels Megumi’s breath on his lips, it’s warm and smells a little like cigarettes. Megumi is the one to close the distance, his lips are slightly chapped but Yuuji doesn't care. The kiss is sweet and short.
Megumi pulls away enough to meet Yuuji’s eyes as he speaks. “You ‘think’ you want to or you want to?”
Yuuji wasn’t backing out now, he had already had his first kiss with a man and he was pretty much naked under the very attractive said man. “I want to.” Yuuji says, this time with more confidence.
This earns him a soft smile from Megumi before he leans in again, his lips pressing against Yuuji’s lower jaw. He feels Megumi tugging at his robe again, except this time Yuuji doesn't do anything to stop him.
Megumi leaves a trail of light kisses and occasional nibbles all the way down until he reaches Yuuji’s nipples. He takes one into his mouth, making Yuuji gasp. He tugs on it lightly with his teeth and swirls his tongue over it. His other hand roams Yuuji’s torso, feeling him up until he finds his other nipple. He interchanges between squeezing, pinching and twirling it.
Yuuji turns his head away, trying to bring the robe back up to stifle his groans. He’s unsuccessful so instead he bites onto the sleeve of the robe. He feels Megumi’s mouth move away from his nipple, moving lower. Leaving a trail of light kisses, he stops right above Yuuji’s v line, pushing the rest of the robe off covering his lower body.
Yuuji uses both hands to cover his face, feeling embarrassed. This is what he wanted right? To get laid, he just didn't expect his first time to be with a man. Megumi reaches out to pry the hands away from Yuuji’s face. “I wanna see you.” He says, rising back up to start kissing Yuuji’s lower jaw again.
“We can stop anytime you want. Just let me know.” He whispers into Yuuji’s ear where he starts to nibble and suck. Yuuji shakes his head and snakes an arm around Megumi’s neck.
“I want to keep going, it's just… It’s my first time.” He mumbles just loud enough for Megumi to hear, embarrassment creeping up again. He feels Megumi smile into the side of his neck.
“I’ll take care of you. It’ll feel so much better than any girl you’ve ever been with.” Yuuji stiffened up a little at this. Realizing that Megumi didn't understand that it was his first time. Megumi, sensing Yuuji’s discomfort, pulls back yet again, “You okay? Did I do something wrong?” He uses a hand to tilt Yuuji’s face to look at him.
Yuuji averts his gaze, muttering something that Megumi can’t quite hear. “Can you speak up, I didn't catch that.” Yuuji turns his gaze back to Megumi repeating himself, louder this time. “No, it’s just my first time at all.” Megumi’s eyes widened, totally not expecting Yuuji to be a complete and total virgin.
Megumi’s mouth opens and closes for a bit, leaning back so he could gather his thoughts without the influence of Yuuji’s body heat. “We should stop.”
Yuuji grabs Megumi’s wrist in the blink of an eye, pulling him back in as he shakes his head. “No, I want to find out.” He says firmly “I’m an adult I can make these decisions for myself.”
Megumi lets out an airy laugh at Yuuji’s stubbornness. ‘I think getting up to this point is enough of an answer to whether you’re homophobic or not’, he thinks to himself and he almost says it aloud. But, Yuuji’s right. He gave him an option to back out several times. Each time, he refused. So instead he asks, “Are you sure?”
Yuuji’s fingers play with the silver bracelet locked around Megumi's wrist and nods confidently. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.” Megumi hesitates before reattaching his lips onto Yuuji’s neck, murmuring something Yuuji can’t hear.
He lightly tugs his wrist away from Yuuji’s grasp so he could continue his work. Once his wrist is free, he starts moving his hand down Yuuji’s side. He inches it closer and closer to Yuuji’s hip, onto his thigh, and starts rubbing along his inner thigh. Yuuji squirms at the touch.
Megumi slowly moved his hand closer and closer to Yuuji’s dick which was now standing tall and proud. He removes himself once again to look down at where he was touching. He lets out a low chuckle when he sees Yuuji’s dick is already glistening with pre cum. “You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” He murmurs into yuuji’s ear.
Yuuji lets out a sigh when Megumi finally grips the base of his dick and very slowly glides his hand up and down. Yuuji tilts his head back and bites his bottom lip to stifle his groans. He feels Megumi’s lips against his neck again, sucking and nibbling.
Yuuji tries mumbling Megumi’s name but finds it hard to, his words get lost in the pleasure of Megumi’s hand and lips around him. So instead he reaches up to Megumi’s hair, playing with the hair at the back of his head.
He whines when he feels Megumi’s hand let go of his dick but his whines are stifled by Megumi’s cracked lips. He licks Yuuji’s lower lip, persuading him to let him in. He does. The kiss is slow and Yuuji groans into it, not having kissed anyone like this before. But, eventually Megumi pulls away, admiring how ruined Yuuji looks already.
He moves his hands to Yuuji’s shoulders, helping him take the rest of the robe off. Yuuji’s now completely nude under Megumi. He watches him chuck the robe onto the floor, not caring where it lands.
Megumi guides Yuuji, turning him around so he's on his hands and knees. He kisses along the back of his neck and his shoulders, murmuring praises into Yuuji’s skin. He feels Megumi run his hands along his sides and back, “I’m gonna touch you down there now. Is that okay?”
Yuuji stuffs his face into the pillows in front of him letting out muffled confirmation. Megumi starts moving down Yuuji’s body like he did with his front. Kissing and leaving faint marks, not stopping anywhere for too long. Soon, Yuuji feels a pair of hands softly grabbing at his butt and his cheeks flush a bright pink.
He feels Megumi’s palms and thumbs spread open his ass. The cool air produced by the fan in Megumi’s room hits his hole, making him clench and unclench. Embarrassed at being spread open and Megumi’s blatant staring, he looks behind him and speaks up, “Are you just gonna keep staring?” He tries to bite but his voice wavers slightly.
Megumi leans in closer to leave a quick peck on Yuuji’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna do more than stare.” A shiver runs down Yuuji’s spine at the implication of finally being touched down there. He moves Yuuji’s head to look forward instead of straining his neck to keep staring at Megumi.
He feels a familiar pair of lips run down his spine again, and finally,
“Shit!” Yuuji shouts when he feels something wet and slimy almost, prod its way around his asshole. He soon realizes it’s Megumi’s tongue when he feels his breath against him.
“Actually, not at all.” He teases, “You did a good job cleaning yourself.” He presses a kiss to Yuuji’s lower back, “You’re a very good listener, Yuuji.”
Yuuji turns his head back to glare at him, mumbling a quiet ‘shut up’, ignoring the way his dick throbs at the praise.
His tongue laps over the tight pink hole, letting it slowly ease its way in. He switches between sucking, licking, and prodding.
The touch feels… odd. But he doesn’t pull away or tell Megumi to stop. He starts to get used to it and eventually finds it pleasurable. Megumi smiles into Yuuji's hole when he feels him rocking into the touch.
“You enjoying yourself?” Megumi pulls away slightly to tease, which earns him a whine and Yuuji’s hips rocking back further into Megumi. Yuuji insults him for stopping, making Megumi’s grin widen.
“If you like that, you’re gonna really like this next thing I’m gonna do to you" He says in a low gravelly voice, shifting away from Yuuji to dig through his bedstand looking for something. While he’s doing that, Yuuji buries his face into the pillows again, face burning up. He can’t believe he’s having gay sex with one of his classmates– and he's enjoying it! His grandfather would be so disappointed in him. Jesus, it was only his first year of college and he’s already experimenting with the same gender.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the soft click of a bottle being flicked open. He looks back and sees Megumi squirting lube onto his fingers. He’s a virgin but he knows what lube is, he has a perfectly good hand and well– that doesn't matter!
He watches Megumi use his fingers to warm the lube up and catches him staring, so he winks at him. He quickly shoves his head back into the pillows, hearing Megumi's faint muffled laughter. He winks. God this is so stupid, he’s getting all flustered over a stupid wink.
He turns back around when he hears the faint calling of his name. Megumi has a grin plastered on his face, “I’m gonna use my fingers now. Are you ready?” He uses his free hand to grab Yuuji’s hip and draws circles with his thumb. Yuuji nods.
“Can you turn over so you’re laying on your back for me again?” He asks softly, “You don’t seem to be doing much talking right now. So, I wanna see your face to make sure you're doing alright.” he explains while using his free hand to help shove a pillow under Yuuji’s hips as he turns over.
He takes a second to look over Yuuji, “Good, you’re doing good Yuuji.” Yuuji squirms at the praise. Megumi looks over Yuuji, meeting his face, placing his forearm by Yuuji’s head, leaning on it as support. Megumi lowers his head to connect their lips again. He feels Yuuji groan into the kiss when his finger starts circling his rim, pushing in with little resistance after being licked.
He keeps his finger still for a bit, letting yuuji adjust to something longer going up his ass. He breaks the kiss to watch Yuuji’s expression. He’s pinching his brows together, eyes screwed shut, biting his lips to stop any more noises from releasing.
“You don’t have to be quiet. Let me know how you're feeling.” He murmurs into Yuuji’s hair.
“Hah it’s uhm,” a hard gulp. “It’s weird.” He reaches up to grip Megumi’s shoulder.
“Do you wanna stop?”
Yuuji opens his eyes, “No.”
Megumi presses his lips against Yuuji’s forehead. Yuuji feels the butterflies return to his stomach, not just cause there was another guy fingering his ass. But, it all felt so intimate. Megumi was being so kind and gentle. Talking and acting like he was Yuuji’s boyfriend. He wasn't expecting this considering how hateful Yuuji was being towards this just the other day.
As he feels the finger wiggle around inside him, he leans into Megumi and turns his head to latch his lips onto Megumi's adams apple. He licks and softly bites in an attempt to stop the cries he wants to let out. He feels Megumi suck in a breath and move his finger faster.
He relaxes when Megumi’s pace slows down and eventually he pulls his finger out. But lets out a gasp as he feels him slide back inside, this time with the addition of another finger.
“Sorry, I should've warned you.” He says while pressing soft kisses into Yuuji’s light pink, almost peachy, hair.
“It’s fine,” He sighs, wiggling his hips to try and find the pleasure he felt earlier from when Megumi was licking him down there. Megumi pumps his fingers in and out slowly.
“Fuck!” He yelps in such a high pitch he almost couldn't believe it came out of his own mouth. The grip he has on Megumi’s shoulder is almost bruising now. “Oh my god, what was that? Fuuuck Megumi, ngh— do that again.”
He tilts his head up to capture Megumi’s lips in a kiss as he continues hitting that sensitive gland with his fingers.
He’s so lost in the pleasure that he barely registers a third and final finger slip in. Yuuji breaks away from the kiss to warn Megumi that he was close. But when he does, all he can do is pant and whimper. Through his squinted eyes, he can see Megumi’s sinister smile and feels the fingers inside him move faster.
His eyes roll back as he releases all over his chest and belly.
“Good?” He hears Megumi ask, nibbling at Yuuji’s throat again as he very slowly and carefully slips his fingers out of Yuuji.
“Give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need.” He says, chuckling.
For a moment, all you could hear in the room was the fan and Yuuji’s heavy breathing.
“Megumi,”
He hums in response.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
Yuuji sits up, turning back to look at Megumi who was laying beside Yuuji before he got up.
“That. The thing inside my butt, why the hell did it feel so good?”
He feels Megumi’s hand rubbing his lower back and leans into the touch. Pretty soon he settles back to where he previously laid. Megumi moves his hand up to comb through Yuuji's slightly sweaty pink hair. He uses the same hand to move Yuuji’s face to his, kissing him soft and gently.
“That was your prostate. I can help you find it again,” He says against Yuuji’s lips. He moves back a little and glances down at his own erection, still covered by his boxers. His boxers that now had a wet spot at the front. “If you’re not too tired that is.”
Yuuji is quiet for a moment, thinking about it. He pretty much had his answer. But, what’s the harm in having more fun? He simpers and nods eagerly at Megumi.
Megumi moves to search through his bedstand again, not before leaving another soft peck against Yuuji’s lips.
“Fuck,” he curses to himself after a couple minutes of rummaging. Yuuji tugs lightly at Megumi’s boxers to get his attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to read Megumi’s expression. Megumi turns back to Yuuji, looking mildly irritated. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh…” Yuuji breathes, disappointed. Until he remembers…“Well,” he trails off, feeling embarrassed again, “This is my first time so, I don’t…” His hand moves to scratch the back of his head nervously. “I’m clean basically”
He turns his head to look at the picture frames Megumi has hanging on his walls; examining them as if they were the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.
Megumi is silent. Shocked that the boy to his side not only wanted to continue the sex they were having but– he wanted to continue raw.
“Really, Yuuji? Raw?” Megumi grabs Yuuji’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. That stupid smug look on his face again. “Are you sure?” Yuuji smiles sheepishly, “It helps enhance the experience..?” He tries to joke, doing his best to hide his embarrassment.
Megumi shakes his head, trying to stifle his laughter. He leans down, kissing him again. His lips parting with ease and deepening the kiss quickly. Yuuji lets him lick into his mouth as he sneakily moves his hand down Megumi’s body, stopping once his hand is over the bulge in his boxers. Megumi makes a choked noise and pulls away. He moves his head to rest on Yuuji’s shoulder, sighing when Yuuji starts rubbing and squeezing the bulge lightly. Yuuji uses his other hand to tug at the back of Megumi’s boxers, attempting to pull them off. Megumi pulls away abruptly to help Yuuji, stripping off his final piece of clothing. He settles both his forearms to rest at the sides of Yuuji’s head, pulling him into another deep kiss. Yuuji’s hand finds his way back to Megumi’s dick, taking it into his hand. He squeezes lightly and pumps slowly. With his other hand he reaches up to entangle his fingers in Megumi’s onyx hair.
Yuuji feels the vibrations of Megumi moaning and groaning into the kiss. He smiles into the kiss, taking pride in the noises Megumi was releasing, feeling himself getting hard again. Megumi breaks the kiss, “Fuck, Yuuji.” He whispers. “I’m gonna come.” Yuuji nods his head and starts pumping his hand faster, aiding and encouraging Megumi to cum. Megumi leans back down to bite at Yuuji’s neck as he does so. Soon, Yuuji feels the dick in his grasp twitch and a warm liquid engulfs his hand and splashes into his belly, joining Yuuji’s own drying up semen.
Megumi reaches between them, grabbing Yuuji’s hand and bringing it to his mouth. “Lick.” He says looking him in the eyes, his gaze is intense. Yuuji’s tongue peaks out, giving one of his fingers a quick lick before wrapping his tongue around another, using his mouth to clean up Megumi’s cum on his hand.
Once he’s done, Megumi’s smirking. He leans back down to start sucking marks into Yuuji’s shoulders, one of his hands reaching to his bed stand. Yuuji turns his head to see that he’s reaching for wet wipes. Megumi pulls away, sitting on his thighs as he reaches down to clean Yuuji’s soiled stomach, peppering kisses after wiping him clean. The touch is gentle and it makes Yuuji never want to leave Megumi’s bed.
“You still want to continue?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence. Megumi huffs out a laugh, “Y’know, if you want me to fuck you, you can just ask.” Yuuji groans and turns his head.
“C’mon Yuuji, ask.” Rising back to meet Yuuji’s face.
“You’re being mean.”
“I don’t hear you asking.”
“I basically asked already.” He moves his arm to cover his eyes.
“I wanna hear you say it again, just to be sure.”
Yuuji removes his arm to snap his red face to Megumi. “Fine, Megumi. I want you to fuck me.” He bites.
Megumi gives a condescending smile, “Was that so hard?” He places a soft quick peck on Yuuji’s lips before reaching to grab the lube again. He pours it on his fingers like he did earlier. He pulls Yuuji’s legs apart, instructing him to hold up one of his knees as he situates himself in between his legs.
Yuuji shivers once he feels Megumi’s lubed up fingers rub and circle Yuuji’s hole, “I’m gonna put them in now.” He warns. Slowly, he eases in two fingers, not giving Yuuji much time to get accustomed to the feeling again as he starts pumping them in and out. Yuuji lets his moans and whimpers come out, not bothering to hide them anymore.
“Ah, didn't you— hah stretch me out enough already?” He asks in between his moans.
“Yeah, but this is for me. You don’t want me going in with a limp dick.” He says, not looking up at Yuuji, seeming almost mesmerized by his fingers inside Yuuji. It makes Yuuji blush, wanting to throw a pillow at Megumi to stop him from staring. But he supposes Megumi is right.
Yuuji closes his eyes, relishing in the pleasure as Megumi continues wiggling and pumping his fingers inside Yuuji. A couple minutes go by and his eyes flutter open when he hears what sounded like a whine, he sees Megumi using his free hand to jerk himself off as he’s fingering Yuuji. Yuuji moans at the sight but releases his leg to nudge Megumi with it, getting his attention. He apologizes, letting go of his own dick and slipping his fingers out of Yuuji. He grabs the bottle of lube again, this time squirting it directly into his dick.
He leaves open mouthed kisses along Yuuji’s lower jaw and neck as he brings Yuuji's knees up, pressing them to his chest, almost reaching his ears. He’s mildly surprised when he doesn’t hear a protest of pain, instead Yuuji looks almost relaxed and moderately impatient. Not a trace of discomfort on his face.
“Does this not hurt you? Even a little?” Yuuji, confused by the question, lets out a hum as if asking him to specify.
“Your knees, being pressed up here.” He adds some weight where his hands are gripping Yuuji’s thighs. Yuuji huffs at the extra weight being pressed into him. “Doesn't it hurt?”
Yuuji, still looking at him confused, said, “Were you trying to hurt me?”
Megumi snorts, “No no, I was just making sure you’re okay. I like this position but when I try it on anyone, they say it’s uncomfortable.”
Yuuji pouts, trying to think of a reason for why the position doesn't cause him discomfort. Then, his eyes light up, “I go to the gym pretty often, I do stretches everyday so I don't strain my muscles while I’m working out. So, I guess I’m pretty flexible.” His smile is sheepish, realizing halfway through his explanation that Megumi wasn't really looking for an answer, just observing.
Megumi doesn't mind it though, finding it somewhat endearing how Yuuji just couldn't seem to stop talking once he started. Even with his legs spread wide. “Flexible, huh? I’ll make a mental note of that.” He murmurs and Yuuji blushes.
He tells Yuuji to hold his legs where he currently has his hands, the inside of his knee. Yuuji holds his legs up, watching as Megumi runs his hand up and down his dick spreading the lube. He takes back one of Yuuji’s legs, still rubbing himself but just centimeters away from Yuuji's hole. Yuuji whimpers, nervous but excited to finally feel Megumi inside him.
Megumi presses his own chest into the back of Yuuji’s thighs, Yuuji’s legs hang around Megumi’s shoulders now, allowing him to let go of his other leg. Megumi licks his way into Yuuji’s mouth. The kiss was messier than the rest, he moans into it when he feels something thicker than Megumi’s fingers prodding its way inside his ass.
His moans and whines are muffled by Megumi’s sloppy kiss. His hands scramble, unknowing of where he should keep them. They land on Megumi’s lower back, gripping on tightly and accidentally scratching, causing Megumi to involuntarily push in further. Megumi pulls back from the kiss, releasing groans against Yuuji’s mouth.
“Fuck, Yuuji” He leans in closer, leaving quick pecks on Yuuji’s cheek, “You’re so tight. I’ve hah– fingered you twice and you’re still so tight.” His hips meet Yuuji’s ass, he stays buried inside squeezing his own eyes shut, willing his hips not to move.
“So tight, Yuuji.” He pauses to exhale, “So fucking good.” Yuuji moans at Megumi’s praise, he starts grinding against Megumi, tempting him to move.
So, he does.
Slowly at first, not wanting to cause Yuuji any discomfort. He quickly realizes there was no need for that with the way Yuuji was rocking his hips back with each slow thrust Megumi gave. The noises Yuuji releases once he picks up the pace sounds like music to his ears.
“Mmm Megu– hah Megumi” He whines, letting go of Megumi’s back, using one hand to brush the hair in Megumi’s eyes and the other tangled in the sheets. “Fa– faster, ngh please.”
Who is Megumi to deny such sweet pleads?
He leans back, gripping Yuuji’s thighs harder and bringing them up higher. The angle shifts and Yuuji lets out a sob. “Fuck! Oh Megumi, that– there,” He stammers, unable to come up with a proper sentence. Megumi shifts slightly to plant a foot on the bed, allowing him to move faster. His hips twitching from pleasure, capturing Yuuji’s lips in another messy kiss, muffling Yuuji’s cries of ecstasy.
He pulls away once he starts tasting something salty. He realizes there were tears streaming down Yuuji’s face. Megumi kisses them away, attempting to comfort him, “Are you okay?” slowing down his thrust, “Do you need me to stop?”
Yuuji shakes his head quickly, holding onto the sheets tighter, “God, n-no. Hnghhh– please don’t stop.” His head lolls back, deeper into the pillow. He squeezes his eyes shut, more tears falling. “Pl– please Megumi.” He sees Yuuji’s knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets so hard. So, he picks his pace back up, moving as fast as his body would let him.
He whispers sweet nothings into Yuuji’s ear, enjoying the way Yuuji shudders after each one. Yuuji’s legs eventually fall from Megumi’s shoulders from the rapid pace he set. Yuuji does his best to keep them spread open.
“I- I’m close” He whimpers, tugging on Megumi’s sweaty black hair. “Megumi, I’m cl– hah close”
Megumi nods, sweat dripping down his neck, “Y-yeah,” he curses under his breath, “me too.” With his thrusts growing sloppy, he put his knee back to its original position, resorting to quick and shallow thrusts. He feels Yuuji’s legs wrap around his waist so he grabs his hips, forcing Yuuji to meet his thrusts.
Yuuji comes first, scratching at Megumi’s back, babbling, his words completely incoherent. Megumi tries to warn Yuuji, trying to pry Yuuji’s legs off of him but Yuuji’s legs tighten around him, ignoring Megumi’s warning. He comes deep inside Yuuji, switching between cursing and praising Yuuji.
They stay in that position for a moment, listening to each other's heavy breathing. Yuuji's eyes feel heavy but he snaps out of it when he feels Megumi moving his legs away from his waist.
“I’m gonna pull out now.” He warns, voice raspy. He massages Yuuji’s calf as he very slowly and carefully pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips out of Yuuji’s pulsing hole.
~
After cleaning up, Megumi offers to let Yuuji stay over for the night. They order takeout and share kisses that don’t lead to anything.
“So,” Megumi starts, “Still think you’re homophobic?”