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bararara:
Come.
location-share
Yuuji looks at the text lingering in the group chat, then up once more to the doors of the movie theater. He’s been trying to watch all the Human Earthworm reruns, but something has come up each time to take him off course. He had blocked off his calendar specifically so Nobara and Megumi would know where he was. He’s long since stopped inviting Nobara to these reruns, and he knows Megumi is more comfortable watching the old films at home where he can pull Yuuji’s head into his lap. But for Yuuji, there’s just something that can’t be beat about seeing an old movie on a big screen. He resolves to ignore Nobara’s text, right up until his phone pings again.
bararara:
@megumibear’s in a skirt.
if u even care.
His eyes flit over the text once, twice, heart racing in his chest. Yuuji’s ready to call Nobara on her shit except that Megumi hasn’t responded either, which means he’s too embarrassed to look at his phone right now. Which means he probably really is in a skirt. Yuuji staggers back, bumping into the building and curling over his phone like it holds the key to understanding the universe. If Megumi is really in a skirt, it just might. Blood warms his face as it rushes up, leaves him reeling, dizzy as his imagination gets to work. Something like a maxi skirt would suit Megumi well, Yuuji thinks, with a tiny cropped t-shirt to put his well-earned abdomen on display while keeping those long, long legs a well guarded secret, swishing with every step. Maybe he’s got on something cute: a flowing navy skirt that would twirl so prettily, sitting right above his knee with thick, cotton lace drooping along the hem, a cute top tucked into the waist band, hanging baggy to accentuate his little waist.
His mouth dries as another possibility pops into his mind, something dirty, soft and ruffled and creamy with pastel pink bows and those same legs Yuuji wants to keep for his eyes only on full display. Maybe the miniskirt would barely cover Megumi’s ass, the crease where plump cheek meets thick thigh, easy to see from a glance. He slams his phone to his chest, blood rushing south as his cock twitches to life, stomach swooping. Yuuji takes a moment to breathe—and to ignore the curious glances the general public sends his way—before he clicks on the location Nobara sent him with all the delicate alertness of a man defusing a bomb. There’s barely any saliva left in his mouth as he swallows, tries to quell the rapid da-thud da-thud da-thud of his poor heart while the map loads, grey buffer icon spinning before linking to—
To the frickin dorms?!
Urgency douses Yuuji like ice water down to his very bone marrow. If the other two are still at school, Megumi will have plenty of time to change before Yuuji gets back. If anything were ever a Special Grade emergency, this would be it. He has to see his boyfriend in a skirt, has to see how shy and flustered Megumi gets, the soft pink his face will flush as he pretends like he isn’t flustered. He needs the image seared into his brain to jack-off to, too.
Megumi’s easily, like, the most attractive person Yuuji has ever seen in his life, but he doesn’t experiment with fashion a lot, preferring plain white shirts and black joggers. When he’s really trying to tease Yuuji, he’ll throw on a pair of basketball shorts and sit in a way that gets the fabric all bunched up at his crotch, but that’s it. They also haven’t had actual full-blown sex yet, sticking to a lot of dry humping—Yuuji’s had to deal with rugburn probably way too much this past year—and Megumi will blow Yuuji sometimes which is like. The hottest thing he’s ever experienced in his life. Megumi can only get halfway down on his dick, but he also never lets Yuuji return the favor, never lets him do anything more than grind over his clothed pussy, which is fine—Yuuji wouldn’t want to rush him, wouldn’t want to be rushed—but the idea of Megumi in a skirt, something Yuuji could just slip under to eat him out through? It’s too good. He needs to see, maybe more than he even needs air to breathe.
He probably has Nobara to thank for this opportunity. Sometimes, she’ll demand to have them model for her when they all go out, embarrassed to be seen with such unfashionable people. Yuuji’s a good sport about it, and Megumi will grumble the whole way through. He’ll have to thank her later.
Yuuji’s running before he realizes it, brain catching up with him about four blocks too late, and he only pushes himself to run faster. Yuuji knows himself well enough to know that if he tried to set a rendezvous with one of the Windows, he’ll get the timing wrong and they either wouldn’t wait for him, or he wouldn’t wait for them, and either way, he’s pretty sure he can run faster than they can legally drive. It’s fine, he tells himself, pumping his legs faster as the wind stings his eyes, whips through his hair, because he’s going to see Megumi in a skirt.
Air punches in and out of his chest, thighs burning as he arrives at the school gates, but he doesn’t stop, just drops his sprinting speed down to a light jog as he winds through deserted hallways, weaves between empty buildings. He doesn’t come to a stop until he’s at the sliding door that leads to their third year common area. He takes a deep breath, waits until it stabilizes, his chest no longer heaving, though his heart does not slow. Yuuji swallows thick, runs a hand through his hair where it’s been pushed back by the wind and tries very, very hard not to slam the door open.
He mostly succeeds, though he still grits his teeth, winces as it gives a louder-than-normal thud against the doorframe.
Nobara is the first one he sees, head whipping back to look at him over the couch. She stares for one, two, three seconds before she breaks out into a devious grin, raking her eyes along Yuuji’s breathless form. “Gee, how many sound barriers did you break on the way here?”
“Not important,” Yuuji ekes out, surprised at just how hoarse he sounds. Fuck, he should get a glass of water or something, shouldn’t he? He shakes his head—that can come later. “Where’s Meg?”
“Just headed down the hall, to your room,” Nobara says, voice lilting, teasing as her eyes crinkle under her evil grin. “You’re in for a real treat.”
Yuuji doesn’t spare another thought, darting forward to the hallway as the sound of his dorm door closes. Heart in his throat, he paces down the length, Nobara’s cackles bouncing behind him, a call of “you guys are so gross” following as she leaves, probably to spare herself—not that, again, Megumi and Yuuji have ever had sex together, or been particularly loud when they do sexy things to each other—but there’s something about her words, and about Megumi being in a skirt, or maybe even rushing to change out of a skirt, silky fabric pooling on the floor or stuck halfway down his thick thighs that makes Yuuji think his careful movie planning was messed with on purpose. Not that he really minds if this is the reason why. Anticipation builds high in his throat, simmers hot in his gut. He’s probably already half-hard, but his pretty, pretty boyfriend is in a skirt, so it’s really not like he can be blamed.
The door looms over him, the final obstacle in his way of seeing Megumi in something outside of a school uniform or joggers or ratty old basketball shorts. He brings a palm to his face, checks his breath real quick—it’s not awful, but he still kind of wishes he had a mint or something. Megumi’s literally in a skirt and Yuuji’s in an old, worn pair of jeans and a basic hoodie like always, so it would be nice to be like, a little fancier than normal.
He takes the doorknob in hand like it may burn him.
For all of his earlier rushing, earlier desperation to be blessed by his boyfriend dressing up, he hesitates. If Megumi is really embarrassed, really doesn’t want to be seen, then isn’t that something Yuuji should be fine with? Maybe they can try it later, but it’s not fair to Megumi to just barge in, especially when he grew up with someone like Gojo. With a sigh, forehead pressing softly into the smooth wood, Yuuji knocks lightly.
“Am I good to come in, Megumi?” He applauds himself for keeping his voice steady, for keeping the budding disappointment from bleeding into his tone.
He hears shifting inside, the muffled sound of Yuuji’s bed springs creaking as Megumi stands. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Megumi’s muffled voice answers, and with that, Yuuji opens the door.
On this day, two months before Itadori Yuuji turns eighteen, he ascends and is reborn.
He isn’t sure where to look first, except up. Megumi is in heels, and he towers over Yuuji now, where before they had almost been the same height. His eyes dart everywhere along Megumi’s form, too fast to really take any individual piece in, but he’s gorgeous. Something wet falls onto his chin as he realizes he hasn’t blinked in a while. Megumi snickers, pretty green eyes darting down to the ground like he’s bashful, even as he keeps his shoulders straight, confidence oozing out of every pore of Megumi. Yuuji’s sure he’s blushing beneath all the makeup. The makeup, because Megumi’s not just wearing a skirt, no, he’s got a whole… a whole thing going on!
“You know, you’re kind of pathetic,” Megumi drawls, low voice seeping under Yuuji’s skin, the sound of it singing through his blood, setting his cells on fire. He cocks his head. Little safety pin barrettes hold dark hair back from his left ear, leaving the gold dragon crawling along the soft curve on display while a wing dangles from Megumi’s right ear, nearly touching his shoulder. More gold shimmers throughout his dark spikes, as a slow, easy smirk spreads across his face. “Want me to do a little spin for you, pretty boy?”
Yuuji shakes his head, licks his lips and wipes his chin, and steps into his room, with less than half a mind to kick the door shut behind him. He steps closer, closer until he’s right up on Megumi, chests almost pressed together, forced to look up as Megumi looks down on him. Like this, he can appreciate every fine detail, cock twitching in his pants, pressing into the zipper of his jeans.
The white foundation would wash his boyfriend out normally, Yuuji thinks, except that he used gold to highlight his cheekbones, his jaw line. A fine, thick line of the metallic shimmer traces from the top of his forehead to the tip of his pierced nose, cutting between the thin, short eyebrows he’s drawn in. It makes his eyes look a little more spaced out, but it’s not a bad look, especially with the little black star drawn by the corner of his left eye. Black eyeshadow forms a tight crease before smudging out, surrounding more of the shimmering gold painted on his lids, eyelash extensions heavy with green and gold glitter. Megumi’s tongue—his pink, pretty tongue—darts out along his bottom lip, dragging Yuuji’s gaze down with it. More gold sits on the bottom lip, spilling over the glistening green and into the black lip liner.
Yuuji wants to see it smear, especially as Megumi’s smirk grows, a pointed canine on display. Something sharp pinches at his chin and Yuuji goes cross-eyed trying to see what.
Black stiletto nails adorn Megumi’s fingernails and he uses them to force Yuuji’s gaze along the rest of his body, but Yuuji takes his time. Lets his gaze slide slow and hungry over him, over the golden bands on his index and middle fingers that hint to chunky rings, down the fishnets that stop at his knuckles and travel all the way up his arms, up to his neck, clinging and sure to leave red diamonds behind, up to where a black leather collar sits, wrapped tight around the pale, delicate line of Megumi’s throat, gold spikes jutting out to serve a warning.
Probably that he bites.
A pink heart charm sits on the collar’s o-ring, the only color deviating from the rest of the dramatic green and gold and black. Yuuji’s cock leaks into his boxers as he remembers asking once, why Megumi had started buying more things in the pale shade. Pink always makes me think of you, he’d said. Yuuji swallows thick, allows his eyes to linger a moment longer before finally taking in every perfect detail, eyes tracking down heavy over Megumi’s torso. The fishnet shirt sits under a sheer emerald crop top with ruffled edges, the loose fabric stopping just above his ribs while the netting continues all the way down. The glittering green does nothing to hide the sharp jut of Megumi’s collar bones or the little bralette he adorns, padded and accentuated with a leather harness. All Yuuji has to do to tug Megumi forward is pull on the little ring there.
It’s a heady rush of power to be brought on from just staring at a cute little pair of tits Yuuji knows are fake. He has to wipe his chin clear of drool again anyways.
Yuuji takes a step back and has to bite his tongue to stifle the little whimper that tries to leave, knees wobbling at the sight of a tiny green skirt sitting low on Megumi’s waist. It’s a plaid pattern with frilly black lace on each of the ruffled hems, tied together by loose bows. There’s a chunky belt at the top, sitting just over the waistline of the skirt, and he can just barely make out the cutest belly button in the world. And if not for the black fabric painted on Megumi’s thighs, Yuuji’s certain he would be able to see Megumi’s panties for how short the skirt is. Another little snicker reaches his ears, and he’s certain Megumi’s making fun of him for how hard he is, which isn’t even fair. He’s not the one standing right in front of something copy-pasted straight from a wet dream.
Fucking—the gold chains dangling from the belt, crossing over the skirt have more length than the lacey little number. He’s not sure he’s ever wanted to be inside someone so bad.
It only gets worse when he turns his burning gaze to Megumi’s legs, brought there by a pale hand and sharp nails toying with the skirt’s hem, lifting it up just a bit so the chains clink together, revealing the button on the pants, and oh, the pants. They look like a well polished leather, or maybe latex? Straps cross over one another and there’s glorious mesh paneling all along his thighs—the outsides, the insides, the fronts and down past his knees—and buckles, and shiny golden eyelets with soft, black rope threading between them, like he’s been tied into the pants.
Finally, the shoes. They seem plain at first—simple black boots that stop at Megumi’s ankle with a high platform—but then he taps his foot, turns it out so Yuuji can see the gold spikes of that tiny stiletto heel. The tap grows impatient the longer Yuuji stares, but all he can think of is sitting at Megumi’s feet, the chunky platform squishing his aching cock while the spikes break the skin of his inner thighs. Megumi would be so mean to him about it, condescending as all hell.
He decides not to examine why that thought alone almost makes him cum in his pants then and there.
A low sigh echoes in the space between them, cool air blowing over his forehead. Yuuji glances up, sees the bored-borderline-annoyed look on Megumi’s face while he checks his nails like this is something they always do. He’s taking too long, probably, but how is he not supposed to savor his perfect, pretty boyfriend?
“I appreciate how appreciative you are,” Megumi croons, sharp eyes glancing up to cut through the quick of Yuuji’s soul, “but is looking all you wanna do, pretty?”
New heat flushes south while struggling to his brain to put two and two together, heart stuttering. “Are we having sex right now?!”
Megumi chokes, eyes going wide. The show of confidence begins slipping as he crosses his arms, shifts his weight from hip to hip, gaze locked on Yuuji’s nightstand. “Unless you don’t want to, obviously.”
“I want to!” Yuuji blurts, eager to have confident, mean Megumi back. “Fuck, but can you leave the skirt on?”
Megumi sneers, recovering quickly as a black lip curls, a strong hand settling on Yuuji’s shoulder to push him on the bed. Yuuji stumbles, shudders at the manhandling, loves how big and imposing Megumi can act when he’s reassured. “Do you know how long this took to do? I was Nobara’s dress up doll for hours while you were off gallivanting around town. I’m not taking anything off.”
“But then how am I supposed to—y’know? How’m I gonna put it in?” Yuuji asks, also making a mental note to get Nobara a beauty basket or something.
The little arch of Megumi’s eyebrow is back, withering heat shooting through Yuuji. His boxers are a mess, already sticking to his front from how bad his cock is leaking, slicking up to plunge into soft, wet, pink folds he’s only ever dreamed about. The fantasy is shattered at Megumi’s next words.
“Who ever said you’re fucking me?”
He swallows thick, shifting up the bed. “Well, I mean, how else would it—” His words falter as his hand bumps into something ridged and hard. Glancing down, he sees a giant bottle of lube and a flesh colored toy, too tan to match Megumi’s pale skin tone but almost just as big as Yuuji is. The tip mushrooms out, comically thick veins lining the shaft, breaking through the illusion of realism. His mouth dries, ass clenching as he realizes exactly where Megumi’s planning on putting that toy, cock spurting out more pre.
Yuuji hadn’t thought much about what his first time with Megumi would be, just knew that he’d be happy with Megumi moaning his name, but he had never envisioned something like this. He’s so hard his cock aches, and he can’t even file the information away for later because Megumi’s gonna fuck him now. He stares up at his boyfriend, strokes his thumb over the silicone balls—the flared base meant to fit in a strap, probably—then pops the button of his jeans with his other hand, eyes not leaving the pink of Megumi’s tongue when it darts out, spit sitting with a nice shine on his lip.
“Can I at least get a kiss, first?” Yuuji asks—cheeky smile crinkling the scars under his eyes—knowing from the way Megumi’s eyes widen, he’s flustered pink to his ears, even if the makeup hides it.
“Sure, just—you stay there, okay?” Megumi stands still a while longer, eyes raking over Yuuji’s body, and he can’t help the way he grows impatient, tugging his jeans down. Can he really be blamed? His boyfriend is wearing tits and a tiny little skirt and mesh and just—it’s kind of cruel to expect Yuuji to be normal about these sorts of things. Megumi takes a breath, low and steadying as he steps forward, hand wrapping around his ankle to drag him along the length of the bed.
He leans up, lips puckered for his kiss, but the longer he waits, the more unsettled he grows until he feels a pair of warm hands settle on his thighs, sharp nails digging through denim. Amber eyes fly wide open, looking down at Megumi looking up at him. The rings catch in the bunched fabric of Yuuji’s jeans, dragging and stuttering as Megumi soothes his hands up Yuuji’s legs all the way to his waist. Lithe fingers pinch at the waistline, keeps the jeans pulled taut as he leans in. Yuuji gulps, cringing against the audible noise it makes, breath shuddering out as Megumi’s lips press a soft kiss to the zipper before his lips curl back, sharp teeth grabbing the pull tab, jerking it down, chin dragging along the hard length of his cock. Yuuji thinks he probably deserves an award for not humping his boyfriend’s face immediately. Megumi gets it most of the way down, spit leaking from the corner of his lip, pink tongue chasing the stray trickle as he pulls Yuuji’s jeans down his waist.
His brain comes back online long enough for Yuuji to lift his hips, let Megumi get his jeans off down to his knees. Megumi stares at the wet patch seeping into Yuuji’s boxers, red fabric turned dark and sticky. “This is just from looking?” He sounds so in awe, sensual green eyes blown dark as he looks up, jaw slack in wonder. “You really are a pervert for me, huh?”
“Yeah,” Yuuji admits, unashamed of how breathless he sounds. “You’re like, the hottest person I’ve ever seen, even when you’re getting ready in the morning, so this is a lot. A good a lot, but, fuck, did you even look in a mirror? Do you know how sexy you are right now?”
Megumi ducks his head, chin tucked against his shoulder since he can’t hide in his high uniform collar and Yuuji coos. “I’m trying to figure it out. You make it easier, though.”
Yuuji grins, carding a hand through Megumi’s hair, careful to avoid the barrettes. His fingers come away with gold shimmer, and his cock jumps in his boxers. It’s embarrassing under Megumi’s careful attention, but Yuuji can’t find himself to do anything other than conflate it with his arousal. Megumi swallows thick, the sound of his spit sticking in his throat burning Yuuji’s ears. “I’m gonna suck you off.”
White flashes over Yuuji’s vision, certain he’s died, reaching Nirvana as he nods so hard his neck cracks. “Please.”
Megumi snickers, low and mean and sure of himself as he snaps the waistband of Yuuji’s boxers against his hips, then yanks them down just low enough to sit snug under his balls. Relief washes through Yuuji as his cock is released into the cool air of his room—slapping up against his stomach before drooping under its own weight—and that he thought to trim his curly pink pubes this morning. Megumi hums, appraising, glances at the silicone cock on the bed. “I was a few shades off, then. You’re more red at the tip, and bigger.”
He jolts, brain short circuiting as he looks from the fake cock to his very real one, to Megumi, then back between the cocks. “Did you…” he swallows, tamps down on the ego threatening to overflow from his chest. “Did you buy a dildo to pretend it was me?”
His boyfriend only shrugs, coy smile tugging at the black lipstick. There’s a black fleck on his front tooth that Yuuji wants lick off. “Maybe.”
Yuuji falls back on the bed, breathing a foreign function as his reality tries to realign itself. Megumi’s totally been looking at him when they were in the showers! And all while Yuuji was trying to be a good and respectful boyfriend and not look over no matter how bad he ached to see Megumi’s chubby little cock and wet folds. Then, Yuuji can’t help but wonder how long Megumi’s been stealing looks and finds that he doesn’t really care.
Warm breath coasts over his cock, followed by a cool stream over his sac. He jerks upright, thighs twitching, elbows digging into the mattress to support himself, refusing to look away any longer, not while Megumi’s all dolled up and right next to his dick. Green eyes lock with his. Yuuji holds his breath as Megumi lowers, the gold of his parted lips a featherweight across the tip of his dick. A little smacking sound reaches his ears as Megumi kisses it, shoulders hiking to his ears when he licks it, precum glistening on his tongue.
Megumi hums, pulls away, head tilted in consideration. “Does that kiss suffice, or do you need some more?”
Yuuji blinks, frozen as uncontrollable lust warms his whole body. Megumi looks so demure, so sexy, better than anything he could have imagined sitting all cute between his legs, the tip of his cock a hairsbreadth from Megumi’s colored lips. That mouth tugs down in a pouty frown as the silence stretches between them, Yuuji’s cock lazily leaking pre down the veiny, throbbing length of his cock. Right.
“More,” he gasps out, feels the air shutter down his throat, to his lungs. “Please, more, Meg’mi. Whatever you wanna give, I’ll take it all.”
Megumi’s eyes blow wide, jaw dropping slack for a moment before he looks away, shoulders hiking up, hands flexing on Yuuji’s thighs. The stilettos dig in harder as Megumi gulps, one green eye peeking at Yuuji from the corner. “You’re so… fuck, you’re so earnest.” Megumi nuzzles his nose against Yuuji’s knee, presses a light kiss to the dip of it. “It’s adorable. How can I even say no?”
Yuuji sees a flash of pink dart out along Megumi’s lips once more before he settles, shifting on his knees—probably so the spikes of his heels don’t dig into his ass. He resets his shoulders with one more deep breath, and then he’s hovering over Yuuji’s cock again. He trails a hand up Yuuji’s thigh, scratching a nail down the crease where hip meets thigh, further over his taint right up to his balls in a way that has them tightening right up, cock twitching violently as Yuuji steals his breath, clenches his core to keep from cumming so soon. Yuuji sucks another shaky breath in as Megumi switches from nail to the soft pad of his fingertips—continuing the trail along his balls before wrapping his hand around the base of his dick—holding it steady as he leans in.
Megumi’s tongue really is pink, and against the black and green of his top lip as he sticks it out, holding it flat and wide, it seems unreal. Color contrast or something like that, Yuuji figures, not that he’s willing to devote any more brain power into that train of thought as the tip of Megumi’s tongue makes first contact with his dick, just above the thumb of his fist. He licks a long stripe up to the mushroom head of Yuuji’s cock, swirling before pressing his lips in another gentle kiss to the glans. Yuuji grabs a fistful of the sheets beneath him, not willing to ruin Megumi’s hair and risk him stopping as his boyfriend presses light, teasing kisses all along the shaft.
Megumi hums, soft and sweet, as he reaches the tip once more, jaw held open to let drool drip down, slicking his cock further. Yuuji groans softly, a plea of Megumi’s name escaping his teeth. His boyfriend doesn’t even glance up, tucking his lips over his teeth as he starts working his mouth down Yuuji’s dick, jaw already stretched wide from just the tip. A moan rips from his chest as it hits the roof of Megumi’s mouth, rubbing precum all over the hard palette, just behind his sharp front teeth. Megumi swallows, then bobs his head deeper, hand staying steady where it holds Yuuji in place. He breathes deep through his nose as the tip pushes against the soft palette of his mouth, and when it presses against his uvula he gags, spit leaking past his pretty painted lips.
Yuuij sucks his stomach in, jerking his hips back so he doesn’t roll forward, fuck deeper and choke Megumi before he’s ready, just happy to watch the obscene stretch of Megumi’s jaw, the tears already lining his emerald eyes, turning them glassy, true glittering gems. Megumi takes another breath through his nose, holding it as he glances up, a determined fire shining within as he takes Yuuji deeper, into his throat. He splutters and chokes the whole way, almost halfway down Yuuji’s cock—the farthest Megumi has ever gone.
Maybe the outfit has him feeling more confident, or maybe he’s just as worked up, but instead of pulling back to start bobbing his head and sucking, he moves his head closer to Yuuji’s pubes. A determined whine vibrates around Yuuji, shooting straight to his core as he sinks deeper into the tight, wet heat of Megumi’s throat. The stiletto nails on his thigh dig into the muscle there, breaking the skin and probably the bunched fabric of his boxers and Yuuji—he can’t help it, hips jerking forward, shoving his cock farther down Megumi’s slick cavern.
His boyfriend gags, spluttering around the girth, eyes squeezing shut as crystal clear tears mix with the dark green eyeliner to run glittery tracks down his cheeks, laying on top of the foundation and highlighter and, and Yuuji should pull back, pull out now, but he can’t help himself, and if it gets too much for Megumi, he can just pull away. He fucks his hips up again, even more of his cock sliding down, as Megumi keeps gagging—the sounds echoing through the room, the loudest Megumi’s ever been in bed—tight and hot and so fucking wet around Yuuji, throat clenching and fluttering like a real pussy. He feels a gasp of cool air funnel in alongside his cock as Megumi catches half a breath and moves his hand from Yuuji’s dick, pressing it into his other thigh as he leans forward, bobs his head down deeper. The click of the tag against the metal ring it sits on with each bob is barely audible over each whimpered swallow.
Tilting his head to the side, Yuuji watches Megumi’s throat bulge with each slide of Yuuji’s dick as he rolls his hips past stretched lips. He has to stare at the ceiling and think about math problems to keep from coming right then and there, and Megumi doesn’t make it easier, determined little noises shooting straight to Yuuji’s balls as he drools his way down, spit pooling and dripping down his balls, soaking into his boxers.
Yuuji inhales sharp, heavy moan bursting from his chest as he feels Megumi’s nose brush against his abdomen, snapping forward to look at the sight Megumi makes.
He’s almost all the way down Yuuji’s cock, throat bulging deep, less than an inch away. He gags and sobs and loosens a hand on Yuuji’s thigh, patting wildly around until he takes hold of Yuuji’s hand, fingers curling around his hold on the sheets. The nails dig into his fingers, probably leaving sharp, pointed cuts behind. With a deep, careful breath, Yuuji loosens his hold on the fabric, turning his hand so his fingers slot between Megumi’s, blood roaring up his face as Megumi whimpers in relief. He swallows and chokes again as he makes the last push forward, lips pressing gently to the base of his cock, right above his balls.
Yuuji has to lean back to see the cross-eyed look on Megumi’s face as he slurps, sucks hard on Yuuji’s cock as he figures out how to breathe through his squished nose, how to still the shaking in his shoulders. When Megumi finally comes back to himself enough, he locks his gaze against Yuuji’s, whining desperately, a crease forming between his eyebrows.
“S’good,” Yuuji manages, trying to reassure Megumi, not that words are coming easy to him, panting hard like he’s the one doing all the work. “Perfec’, Megs, you’re perfect.”
Megumi swallows again—throat fluttering around the whole length of Yuuji’s sheathed cock—then moves his tongue, jaw popping to accommodate the wide stretch as he licks over Yuuji’s balls, squeezing his thigh and hand once more. He slides his head up, slow, still bobbing back down to keep his throat used to the girth making a home inside him. When Yuuji jerks his hips again, unable to keep still, Megumi doesn’t glare, just moans like it’s what he’s been missing the whole time.
Maybe it has been. Yuuji’s hand twitches where it holds Megumi’s, where it’s wrapped in a lifeless sheet, but he stays good. He wants to do this everyday for the rest of his life, and wrecking Megumi, rushing him, won’t guarantee that, especially when he’s finally got all the way down, swirling his tongue around whatever leaves the haven of his lips. He’s pulling moans and whines from Yuuji like it’s his job, just to slide back down to the base, throat opening beautifully the longer Megumi goes, like Yuuji’s cock belongs in it, stuffing his cute, crying face.
When he finally slides back up to the tip, Megumi sucks hard, pulling off with a drenched pop, ignoring Yuuji’s mournful whine.
“Come back,” he whimpers, begs, cock twitching useless and red in the air—smeared in black and green and golden shimmering lipstick, heaviest and wettest at his base—bobbing under its own weight, but Megumi ignores him, shaking his head.
“S’not the—” he winces, but the low rasp of his voice and smeared lipstick only turns Yuuji on more. Megumi presses a hand to his throat, wincing once more, but he powers through with a little sniffle. “It isn’t the main event. I want you to cum on my dick, not on my face.”
“Oh,” Yuuji moans, collapsing back against the bed, tugging Megumi with him. “Yeah, yes, please do that. Or, aren’t your nails like… too long? To go inside me? I, uh, haven’t stuck anything up there before.”
Megumi blinks, looking down at his free hand, then looks back up to Yuuji. “You’re lucky your hot. Open your mouth.” With a raised eyebrow, Yuuji obeys the order, jaw dropping as Megumi lowers his middle and ring fingers against his bottom lip, black nails caressing over his tongue in a way that has his eyes crossing—cock twitching as a small amount of thick, creamy precum spurts out—it’s not like he actually came, but it’s enough that Megumi scoffs, rolls his eyes, and presses the nails meanly into his front teeth. “Bite, hard.”
It’s instinct, of course, to listen to what Megumi says, biting down hard. A loud crack fills the air as the two nails break within Yuuji’s mouth. He keeps his mouth closed, eyes trained on Megumi, only turning his head to the side to let the two broken nails drool from his mouth and onto the sheets.
“That was hot as fuck,” Yuuji whimpers, burying his face in the sheets if only so he doesn’t have to look at Megumi’s burning disapproval. His cock is still hard, aching, but there’s an undercurrent of relief, a lifting of pressure that makes it easier to focus.
“You’re pathetic,” Megumi drawls, thumb hooking under Yuuji’s chin to force him to meet that green fire. “Were you always like this, or is it just me?”
“It’s you,” Yuuji confirms, easy. Before meeting Megumi, he was probably a normal amount of healthy-horny for a teenager. Now? It’s just about all he thinks about in his spare time. He has to make active efforts to block off time to not think about how sexy his boyfriend is. Which might be a problem later, but everything’s working out alright now, so he’s not too concerned.
“Good answer,” Megumi coos, free hand coming up to play with the tag. “I knew I put the right name on this collar.”
All moisture in Yuuji’s body evaporates if it’s nor already at his dick, hot and drunk from Megumi’s worss. “My name?”
“Your name,” Megumi confirms. “Now show me what you want."
Yuuji spreads his legs as best he can with the awkward way his boxers are bunched around his thighs, even as every instinct in his body is screaming at him to flip Megumi over and take things into his own hands, fuck him silly and stuff him full until he's leaking and swollen. He takes a deep breath, forces himself back on track. He's not going to act out because of a tag. With his name on it. Fuck. “You’re gonna fuck me, right? I’m really doing good?”
“Yes,” Megumi agrees, the sound of his wrecked voice curling Yuuji’s toes. “Yes, you are. ‘M gonna take your boxers off, an’ you can keep being good by getting on your hands and knees.”
Yuuji pouts, even as he helps Megumi get his boxers off, taking his hoodie off as well. The cool air is a relief against his chest, smooth, brown nipples pebbling instantly. “That’s not very romantic.”
“You’ve never put anything in your butt—”
“Have you?”
“Yes.” Megumi answers, eyebrow raised in a challenge as he stands to his full, towering height. Yuuji swallows thick, wishing he could have been there to see just what went inside. Was it the toy he’s got now, less than six inches away from Yuuji’s chest? Was he wearing the spiked collar while he fucked it? “And trust me, it’ll feel better to be on your hands and knees the first time. You’ll be less sore, and the slide’ll be easier and stuff. We can do, um, the missionary one next time.”
Yuuji can’t help but giggle at the awkward phrasing, turning over easy once Megumi tosses the underwear with the rest of his clothes. A new heat sparks through his bones at the thought that he’s completely bare, ass and dick and balls on full display for Megumi, and yet in drag is the closest Yuuji’s ever come to seeing him naked.
Megumi hums, trails the long nails of his index and pinky up his thigh, scratching lightly, enough to have Yuuji shuddering, probably leaving faint, red marks behind. He hears shifting behind him, looking down between his legs. His cock hangs fat and heavy, blocking most of his view. He wrinkles his nose in displeasure, hips jolting at the sound of the lube clicking open.
Megumi chuckles—or he tries to, at least, voice so wrecked the sound is low, garbled—and digs his sharp nails deep, lightly breaking skin once more. “You’re so sens’tive,” he murmurs, dragging his hand up, up, up.
He switches once more when he reaches Yuuji’s balls, back to his fingertips as he fondles them, squeezes gently. A moan punches from Yuuji’s chest with the gentle hold, dick twitching, hips humping into that hand as his breath sticks. “I-If you kee-ah!-keep that u-up, I really—fuck, Meg’mi, pl’se—really’ll cum.”
“Can’t have that now, can we?” and Yuuji’s left to whine as Megumi slides his hand away, thumb dragging down his taint, prodding at the skin there, so soft and gentle. Yuuji spreads his legs wider—to make more room for Megumi as he grabs a handful of Yuuji’s ass, spreading him wide open—swallowing thick as he hides his face in his crossed arms. “So pink when you get shy. You’re so pretty.”
Heat rushes to his face, red blooming over his ears, along his cheeks as Megumi coos, switching to his middle finger as he reaches the tight furl of Yuuji’s hole. He flinches at the touch, unsure why. No one’s ever touched him there, and outside of washing, he hasn’t either. He swallows thick, feels the spit stick in his throat as he tries not to choke. Megumi taps his finger against Yuuji’s hole once, twice, then squeezes his cheek before letting go, pulling away entirely.
It occurs to Yuuji that Megumi still hasn’t actually kissed him and his whole body burns hotter.
He squirms, thighs clenching as he does his best to stay still. Yuuji’s ears are perked, listening out for Megumi behind him. He can hear the shuffle of the bottle being picked up once more, the sticky wet sounds of lube filling Megumi’s hand. There’s a loud squelch, and Yuuji would bet all his pachinko money on Megumi playing with the lube. Maybe he’s warming it up?
The bottle of lube presses into his calf where Megumi sets it down. He can’t help the way his body tenses, preparing for his boyfriend’s touch, and when it comes, it’s a dry hand pressing into the base of his spine.
“Easy now,” Megumi croons, rubbing small circles into Yuuji’s back. “S’gonna feel so good, I promise you’ll love it, but you gotta relax.” With Megumi’s thumb digging into the lower dimples just above his ass, he melts like butter, drawing another pleased sound from Megumi. “Just like that, yeah, such a smart boy.”
Yuuji shudders, gasping as the words sing through his blood, hips grinding forward in small circles. Megumi doesn’t reprimand him, encourages the movement as a slick hand presses between his cheeks, spreading them apart with a thumb, rubbing it over his hole, not dipping in, just letting Yuuji adjust to the pressure. He whines, back arching as he pushes back into the feeling, desperate to feel more of Megumi.
He wants as much of Megumi as he can get.
Megumi coos, sliding his dry hand down Yuuji’s ass to pull his cheeks apart once more, probably to see what he’s doing better, switching his thumb out for his middle finger with the bitten off nail. Yuuji shudders at the sharp ridge of the break swiping along his rim, wet as it is. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and forces his muscles to relax as Megumi slips the finger inside. It slips in easily, down to Megumi’s second knuckle before he meets resistance, soft curse spilling under his breath while Yuuji adjusts to the feeling of something inside him, clenching down to see what it feels like. It isn’t much, but it’s Megumi, so it’ll be enough, though he’s sure with the dick Megumi plans on fucking him with, it’ll probably end up feeling like too much—which is also fine.
“You took me so well,” Megumi rasps, voice breaking as he slides the finger in and out, slow and smooth, pressing and massaging into Yuuji’s walls. His thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep his legs open and spread the longer Megumi goes as he stretches his tight hole. He’s able to slide his finger in deeper on the next pass. Yuuji moans softly, tries to twist his neck to look over his shoulder, eager to see the look on Megumi’s face as he preps him, but his hair falls across his eyes, blocking his view. “Fuck, are you sure you’ve never taken anything before?”
Yuuji nods, cheek pressed firm into the sheets as Megumi keeps pressing deeper, until the palm of his hand splays flat. When Megumi starts tugging at his hole, rubbing along his edges, he shudders, bites his lip to hide his pleased little whimper. Megumi keeps going, not pausing even as he slides his dry hand down over Yuuji’s ass, pinching where it creases above his thigh and taking it off his body entirely. Yuuji whines at the loss, almost missing the sound of the lube clicking open once more. His whole body short circuits when he feels the lip of the lid press right up against his hole, cold lube spurting directly into his body, filling his hole until it’s dripping out, Megumi’s finger squelching with every slight move. The sounds are embarrassing as they reach Yuuji’s ears, shoulders hunching up to his ears as Megumi moans, prods a second finger against his rim until it slips through. The slick glide eases the stinging stretch, Yuuji groaning into the sheets with the full feeling that settles in his gut. It’s just one more finger, but it makes all the difference as Megumi plays with him.
Megumi alternates fucking his fingers in and out of him, thrusting one forward while pulling the other back as he works his way deeper, works to fit both fingers in Yuuji’s hole down to the very base. Squelching fills the room and Yuuji whines, presses his hips back against that hand, panting into the sheets. He buries his face in the soft fabric, nose squishing to the point colorful dots dance across his vision and breathing becomes a warm, damp affair, but it feels so good. And then Megumi curls his fingers, searching, probing, spreading apart and snapping together, digging into his walls like they’re searching for something and—
God, Megumi finds it fast, whatever it is. Electricity shocks through Yuuji’s system as Megumi brushes over a sensitive spot he didn’t even know he had. Yuuji chokes with it, hips jerking an uneven rhythm, trying to keep Megumi’s fingers rubbing right there, but the man over him is smug, pride leaking from every pore as he pulls his fingers away from that spot. Yuuji lets out a sob, words gone already as he shakes his hips, tries to draw Megumi back to that spot.
“Felt good, huh?” He teases. “It’s kind of like a clit for you, but your balls are so tight, I know if I keep playing with it, you’ll cum.”
Yuuji shakes his head, drool smearing onto his arms. “Uh-uh,” he ekes out, “‘m a good boy, I won’ cum. Promise.”
“Yuuji, baby,” Megumi coos, just barely brushing his fingers over that spot inside, laughing when Yuuji jerks once more. “You’re so sensitive, so close already. Trust me, I know your body so well.”
Yuuji keens, high and needy when Megumi presses his fingers into that spot once more, digs into it meanly. “Me’mi—fuck, I can’t—Please, Megs, please I promise—”
“You’re already so gone for it,” Megumi teases, slipping his fingers almost all the way out, spreading them wide at Yuuji’s entrance, as far as they can go with Yuuji’s hole squeezing so tight around them, trying to suck them right back in where they belong. “I should prep you more, but if you wanna cum so bad, I can stick my cock in you now, fuck you, fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t mind a little sting?”
Yuuji barely understands what he’s agreeing to as he nods, just knows he needs Megumi back inside him like, yesterday. Seriously, how have they gone so long without doing this? Megumi’s so hot, a real natural, and Yuuji needs him buried deep and playing with him like he needs air to breathe. He cries for real when Megumi really does slip his fingers all the way out, sticky slick leaking from his stretched hole while Megumi wipes his fingers on the inside of Yuuji’s thigh, smears it over his balls and up to squeeze the base so tight Yuuji can’t cum.
“Meg’mi, please,” Yuuji keens, arms shaking where they hold his chest up from pressing into the bed. Megumi only tsks, rubs a soothing hand over his taint, down his thigh.
“Pateince, Yuuji, I’m getting my dick ready, okay? I’ll be back inside your greedy little hole in no time, touching you all over since my hands will be free, too. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want my hands on your chest, your waist?”
Yes, Yuuji thinks, because it sounds so perfect, wants as many points of contact with Megumi as he can get. He arches up higher, back dipping lower, sharper, to really entice Megumi, but his body remains untouched. The sound of a zipper being undone fills the air and Yuuji’s hole clenches around nothing. The feeling is strange, and he doesn’t quite like it, already feeling the growing need to have something shoved deep within him at all times. Something nudges against his calf and he looks down, sees those long, black nails trail down the length of the toy cock, picking it up. There’s more shuffling, and Yuuji has to sit up, has to see.
He’s pretty sure he dies all over again, heart dropping out his ass as he watches Megumi—his pretty, pretty Megumi with smeared lipstick and tearstained foundation and running eyeliner—twist the base of the cock into something underneath his pants. The skirt barely covers any of it, green plaid lifting instead to frame the thick, tan toy. Yuuji watches in awe, and yeah, the dick itself doesn’t match Megumi—something paler, longer but thinner would though, would look perfect jutting out all hard and aching through the zipper of his jeans or the slit of his boxer briefs. He spits down onto the cock, long fingers wrapping carefully around it as he pours more lube all over it.
“I’m so in love and turned on right now I’m gonna be sick,” Yuuji blurts, unable to muster an ounce of embarrassment even as Megumi breaks out into laughter. It’s still a garbled sound—will probably be ruined from how deep he had taken Yuuji’s cock earlier, even if only to tease him. “I’m serious!”
“I know,” Megumi answers around a giggle. “You’re so sweet. It’s part of why I fell in love with you in the first place.”
“Yeah, and you still love me now, right?” Yuuji asks, eager to hear the words spill past Megumi’s lips, but the man only gives an affirmative hum and nods. “Megumi.”
“I do,” he says. “I love you so much it makes me do stupid shit. I love you, Yuuji.”
Mollified, Yuuji settles back into his prior position, gently swaying his ass to encourage Megumi to get on with it. Megumi chuckles once more, soothing a hand over the swell of Yuuji’s cheek as he leans down, his chest pressing into Yuuji’s back.
“If this weren’t our first time, I’d spank you for being such a brat,” he whispers into his ear and Yuuji shudders, fisting the sheets as he hides his face away.
Megumi chuckles, dots a kiss just below his ear, over his pulse point, and the jut of his collarbone as the dry hand roams his body, pressing against his abs, digging into the crease of stacked muscle. The hand still tacky from lube keeps playing with his ass, fondling and bouncing his cheeks, gripping them tight to leave soft, red marks behind. Fingers tracing over his muscles trail up along his ribs, higher still to pinch a nipple, sharp and tight and hurting before dancing down his waist, joining the other hand on his ass, spreading him wide. Yuuji shivers as the cool air of the room brushes over his leaking hole, lube dripping and sticking in tacky tracks to his thighs.
A blunt tip presses over his hole and he sucks a breath in, sharp and loud, body tensing. He can already feel how the toy is going to stretch him further, more than Megumi’s fingers did, knows it’ll ache. Megumi croons a soothing, shushing noise, but Yuuji’s latched on to the idea of the ache—the idea that he’ll feel Megumi inside him for days, maybe weeks to come, that every time he walks will take him right back to this moment. He forces himself to relax, muscles unclenching, hole fluttering around nothing. The site must do something to Megumi, the way he swears all low and unrepentant giving him away. They breathe together, a deep breath in and a long one out as Megumi grinds his hips forward.
The silicone cock slips along the length of Yuuji’s ass, grinding over his hole. He whines at the empty feeling that remains while Megumi grunts, keeps grinding, tip catching on the stretched pink with each pass, sliding through his pert cheeks before finally, finally the tip catches. The breath punches its way out of Yuuji’s chest, stars dancing in his eyes at the feeling, the wide, tearing stretch. He’s not sure pain has ever felt so good, fingers clawing into the sheets, heady rush of blood through his veins drowning out any other sound as Megumi keeps going, rolling his hips in little circles, thrusting deeper, deeper, ignoring Yuuji’s squirms and cries. Every thrust has Yuuji rediscovering probably every secret to the universe, lost in his whiny gasps and moans buried in his sunshine bedsheets, drool caking down his face.
“Fuck,” Megumi moans, cutting through the buzzing static in Yuuji’s bones. “You take me so well, Yuuji, doing so good, just like that, pretty boy, just like that.”
His eyes roll back with the praise, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting behind his eyelids. He feels like he can’t possibly get anymore full, but Megumi keeps going, hips grinding forward in that same slow roll. His pelvis isn’t even flush with Yuuji’s thighs yet, and he’s not sure how much he can take. One more deep breath passes as he reminds himself of his determination to always take what Megumi will give.
Yuuji’s resolve only strengthens when the warm silicone grinds right over that spot Megumi had been teasing earlier. He wails into the sheets, unable to keep quiet, to hold back as he jerks his hips back, grinding harder as his balls tighten, rising up to shoot his load all over the yellow sheets. Megumi doesn’t stop, slips one hand from Yuuji’s ass to grab his hair instead, long nails scratching over his scalp. Tears well in his waterline as Megumi keeps going. The static in his head is overwhelming, spreading through his whole body, into his bloodstream. He can’t keep focus in front of him, reduced down to the cock spearing him open, the hand in his hair, the warm breath of Megumi’s exertion fanning across his spine, and the ache of his knees as they dig into the bed.
Sharp nails dig into his ass, scratching a pattern into the skin—a pattern Yuuji knows well, could recognize in his sleep—the single kanji for Megumi’s name, “blessing”, carved into his flesh. His eyes cross where they stay rolled back, hands flexing uncontrollably as his cock twitches back to life, far from done with his boyfriend bearing down inside him.
“Me-Me’mi,” he chokes out, voice tight and high and—fuck, he’d even say girlish, rising out over the room. The tears roll down in hot embarrassment, but it feels so good he can’t really bring himself to care, leaning into it. “Please, please, need you all the–all the wa-ah-ay! ‘Gumi, p’ease, ‘m good, promise, give it all, I wan’ it.”
“Fuck, Yuuji, you’re so hot. You know what you do to me?” Megumi thrusts hard, breathless as he keeps splitting Yuuji open, breaching deeper than his fingers had reached, the girth still pressed right against his special spot. “Fuck, ‘m so hard for you, Yuuji. You’re doin’ so good, practically sucking me right in. Your hole is so red and wet all stretched around me. Even if you weren’t gonna ask, your ass is begging for it. Fuck, Yuuji, I’ll give you everything you want, just don’t tell me to stop.”
Each breathless statement is punctuated with a deeper thrust until Megumi hits something deep inside Yuuji, something that doesn’t give. He feels Megumi pause, glances over his sweating shoulder to see the dazed look on Megumi’s face. A nail trails down his crack to where the cock stretches his rim, rubbing at the thin flesh.
“Hey,” Megumi starts, voice tentative. “Yuuji… do you know how deep I am in you, right now?” Yuuji gives a small shake of his head, whimpering soft and sweet as Megumi keeps grinding in slow circles, tip kissing the blockage deep within him. “I’m at your colon, right about… here.”
A hand presses down on his stomach and it’s then that they both feel the slight bulge Megumi has made within Yuuji’s red walls. Yuuji moans, turns to bury his face back in the sheets, hip rising to help Megumi fuck him faster, harder, but Megumi’s hips fall still so Yuuji’s just squirming on his dick, not doing much at all. “I’ll fuck past here after you’ve cum,” Megumi promises, rubbing his thumb along his navel, dipping it into his belly button, tugging at the wrinkles there in a way Yuuji’s sure shouldn’t be so arousing, and yet.
“Already—already did,” Yuuji admits, voice struggling to form the words, muffled and slurred into the mattress.
Megumi freezes, swallowing loud as his hands flex where they hold Yuuji before both migrate to his waist, grabbing him tight, even though he doesn’t curve all nice and sweet like a girl, or someone with good hips. His hole clenches at the fact that Megumi still chooses to grab him here, heart rushing in his chest. He and Megumi are almost the same height, though Yuuji’s got weight and muscle and broadness on him, and yet, like this, Yuuji feels small, tiny, protected and sheltered under the narrow span of Megumi’s shoulders.
“Then you’ll cum again,” Megumi finally answers, “as many times as you think you can, okay? So long as it’s on my cock every time, I don’t mind. I just want you to feel good, Yuuji.”
He clenches tight, nods like it’s all he knows how to do, moaning softly as Megumi pulls away, forcing his cock to slide out even as his hole keeps trying to suck Megumi back in. The drag out feels weird, but so, so good with every gentle gliding second over the spot inside him. Megumi moans, hands flexing at Yuuji’s waist as he drags him forward, manipulating his body to make the drag out go faster. His breath sticks in his chest as Megumi gets all the way, just the tip left inside, before pounding inside, hard and deep, sinking back in halfway, then back to the closed wall Megumi had found. He grinds a circle against it, then repeats the pattern until he can thrust in smooth, Yuuji’s walls stretching to suck him in all the way, still fighting whenever Megumi tries to leave. The easier Megumi is able to slide in, the faster he’s able to go, too, pounding into Yuuji so hard his ass shakes with each thrust, muscle of his thighs jiggling as he’s forced deeper into the mattress. When the slide starts drying out, Megumi doesn’t bother fumbling for the lube, just spits on Yuuji’s ass, on his cock, nails digging into the skin of his ribs, breaking through the tanned flesh for streaks of red to rise through.
One hand slips up from his waist, long nails leaving shallow grooves as they smear the drool caking Yuuji’s face before hurrying back down to pinch and tug and twist a nipple.
It isn’t long at all before Yuuji is shuddering through another orgasm, cock leaking like a fountain, drooling sticky wet onto the sheets with every press to the wall Megumi makes. He never presses too hard against it either, but he never slows down, bringing Yuuji through the brink over and over again until his cock is spent, flaccid and twitching from overstimulation, sheets soaked in white, body shaking. By the time he’s pulling out, Yuuji’s sure his bones have turned to jelly and he’ll never be able to use his dick again. Still, he whines when Megumi’s cock slips free with a pop, doesn’t care that Megumi is panting like he’s run a marathon, that his hands tremble where they cling to his waist and chest. Megumi chuckles, gulping hard as his sweat drips along Yuuji’s spine.
“I wanna try something, fulfill my promise,” Megumi announces, using his hold on Yuuji to push him down into his cumstained sheets, dragging him down so his legs hang off the bed, then turning him on his left side he instructs, “Pull your knees to your chest and keep them spread nice and wide for me, ‘kay?”
Yuuji shakes his head, thick cum sticking to his side where he was dragged through his messy pool. He’s exhausted, throat dry and eyes puffy, brain so melted he can barely process the sight before him, but when Megumi pushes his top leg up, he makes the bend easy, hooks his arm through it. It’s all worth it for the litany of praises spilling from Megumi’s lips. He takes a steadying breath under his boyfriend’s careful instruction, breathing out as Megumi slides in once more.
Yuuji whines, moans high and reedy as Megumi sinks deep inside, using one smooth push. He wraps his hand over Yuuji’s and pushes his leg farther up, farther apart. The stretch burns in his thighs, forces his foot to curl to avoid cramping and then Megumi is back at that wall, only this time, he doesn’t stop.
“You’re gonna take all of me, right, Yuuji? Like a good boy does?”
He’s not sure he can take much more, but he nods, face rubbing into his own salty cum, ropes of white clinging to his cheek, his hair. Megumi hums his satisfaction, then presses deeper.
It burns, the stretch unreal. The man above him moans, sweat sliding down the tip of his nose, dripping onto Yuuji’s pelvis as he grinds deeper, forces room for himself and Yuuji’s body acquiesces beautifully, blooms like a spring slower under Megumi’s eager touch. Yuuji can feel Megumi in his fucking throat, chest heaving with the need to stay relaxed but barely any air circulates in or out the deeper Megumi goes.
“You were made for this, Yuuji,” Megumi murmurs, awe bleeding through his rough voice as he keeps going, fucks his hips faster. The soft fabric of his skirt finally presses against Yuuji’s thigh, and he’s sure there’s nothing better than this. “It’s your first time and you’ve taken me so well, sucked me right in. You really were made for me, huh?”
“Y-Yeah,” Yuuji agrees, voice choked out, body limp as he’s fucked up the sheets, hips angled to accomodate Megumi’s new height, dangling in the air. “Fill me up s’good.”
Megumi grins, a feral thing as he fucks hard. Yuuji’s whole body jerks with it and he groans, head lolling as Megumi keeps the new pace. His spent cock twitches between his thighs and he keens when Megumi wraps a careful hand around it. “One more, Yuuji. Cum for me one more time, and then you can rest. Can you do that?”
Yuuji nods, because if it’s Megumi asking, he can do anything.
Megumi rams into him, his hand working careful strokes over his sensitive cock, thumbing at the tip, paying special attention to the soaked foreskin. Yuuji can't get hard again, can barely focus on the sensations occurring within his body, but he can still feel the pleasure-pain curling in his gut, mounting, coiling tighter, higher, until his whole body spasms with it, Megumi’s front pressed as close to him as possible. His vision goes dark for a few long moments and when he comes back too, it’s all he can do to focus on breathing, body squirming to get away as Megumi pulls out, feeling every silicone vein rub against the special spot. He groans in relief, in disappointment as Megumi falls free from Yuuji’s aching, sore hole, so wrecked it can barely twitch even as it tries to flutter, entice Megumi back inside.
He lays there, slowly working to come back to reality while Megumi pants and moans above him. When Yuuji’s lucid enough, he props himself upright on a shaking elbow, eyes locked in on the hand rapidly jerking beneath Megumi’s underwear, cock still attached to a sturdy ring, bobbing with every move. Megumi cums with a quiet cry, knees shaking where he stands, bending over to plant one hand firmly on the bed. When Megumi catches his breath, he presses a gentle kiss to Yuuji’s bent knee, up his thigh.
“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, greedy hands soothing over raised welts. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”