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Megumi had been acting strangely during the last few weeks.
There was a blatant difference in the way he approached Yuuji. Touching him with a palpable air of hesitance, as though he feared that the contact would abruptly stop. Like with time, his boyfriend's body may suddenly vanish from underneath his smooth fingertips. The tenderness wasn’t gone, but it was altered in a way that made Yuuji’s chest ache. As if Megumi was holding something precious he feared he might break.
At first, Yuuji simply justified the odd behavior by assuming his lover was currently enduring a particularly grueling week. Working as a veterinarian had its ups-and-downs, especially when someone was as big of an animal lover as Megumi. In spite of his boyfriend's stoic demeanor, he deeply cared for every single pet placed into his care.
Yuuji had always admired that about him; the quiet devotion, the way his compassion manifested not in grand gestures but in tireless persistence.
After all, there had been copious occasions in the past where Megumi returned home in a gloomy mood. Quiet, defeated and sulky, stewing over the day’s events in an uncomfortable silence. Letting himself succumb to pointless worries over what he could've said or done to change the outcome of an unfortunate treatment. On those nights, Yuuji never doubted Megumi’s love.
Even when words were sparse, it lingered in the way he leaned closer on the couch, or how his hand would seek Yuuji’s without looking.
It was an uneasy feeling that Yuuji had come to recognize all too well as a firefighter. Struggling with the weight of responsibility and confidence that came alongside making a definitive decision. One that could easily be disputed or judged by fellow co-workers. He understood that burden intimately; the gnawing doubt, the relentless replay of what-ifs long after the shift ended.
However, too much time spent dwelling on the past would only impact the future.
And it was definitely beginning to impact their relationship.
Yuuji didn’t feel unloved. That was the worst part.
Megumi still brought him coffee in the mornings, still asked if he’d eaten, still murmured soft goodnights when he thought Yuuji was asleep. Love was there. It was steady and undeniable. But it felt…strained. Like Megumi was bracing himself for something Yuuji couldn’t see.
And that uncertainty ate at him.
Almost as if with the effort Megumi made to preserve their relationship, he ended up doing the exact opposite. Creating a distance that Yuuji filled with self-doubt. He began to wonder if he was the problem—not because Megumi was cruel or distant, but because he was too careful. Too considerate.
As though Yuuji was already on the verge of letting him down.
Had there been a mistake? A misunderstanding that his boyfriend couldn't gather the courage to confront? Maybe an offhand comment that resonated poorly and sparked feelings of insecurity? Yuuji replayed conversations endlessly, dissecting his own words with merciless precision. Was he too loud? Too impulsive? Too simple for someone like Megumi?
Either way, Yuuji became absolutely fixated on resolving the issue.
Continuing on like this—trapped in a silent standoff—would only leave them both utterly miserable. It had been weeks now since they shared anything more intimate together than a kiss. Chaste pecks exchanged as a mere formality before they tucked into bed, leaving Yuuji alone with his thoughts, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he was doing something wrong without even realizing it.
Did Megumi feel disappointed? Exhausted? Had Yuuji failed to notice something important, some sign that his boyfriend needed more than what he was giving?
The idea hurt far more than the notion of being unloved. Because Yuuji knew that Megumi loved him. He just wasn’t sure he deserved it anymore.
Even entering the apartment became eerily foreign, the space now shrouded in a blanket of thick tension that often became suffocating. Even their dog, Kuro, had taken to the heartbreaking habit of awkwardly glancing between them. As though their loving pet could sense what unrest lingered below the surface, waiting for someone to finally speak.
Yet tonight, there was no room for discomfort.
The small kitchen radiated warmth.
Romantic music poured from a small compact speaker sat atop the counter, a generous moving-in gift they'd received years ago from Kugisaki. Bowls of food lined the wooden table they'd acquired from the previous tenant, a large assortment of Megumi's favorites. Freshly steaming rice, thinly sliced grilled meat, and a tart homemade cheesecake.
Even a small cup of grated ginger rested neatly on the side—measured, intentional, thoughtful.
Preparing the food had taken hours, but it was a labor of love that Yuuji would happily endure for his boyfriend. Cooking wasn’t just about the meal; it was proof. Proof that he cared, that he paid attention, that he was trying. If he could just remind Megumi of that… maybe things would feel normal again.
Megumi was due to arrive home any moment now, and a sense of shy excitement swirled within the pit of Yuuji’s belly. Beneath it lay anxiety, not sharp or panicked, but heavy. A quiet dread of not saying the right thing. Of trying too hard. Of revealing just how scared he was of failing the person who meant everything to him.
Fumbling, Yuuji rummaged through various cabinets in search of extra decor.
Would candles or flowers appear far too desperate? His hands paused, trembling slightly, as a dull ache bloomed in his chest. This used to be normal. Effort used to feel easy. Joyful.
Maybe their honeymoon phase had faded, turning into something more fragile, something that required care instead of certainty.
Back when they’d first begun dating, any type of affection hadn’t felt like an unachievable feat. Of course, Megumi had never been particularly outlandish with his tenderness—but it had been there. In the way he looked at Yuuji with unguarded fondness. In the way his touches lingered, reverent and sure. In the quiet, earnest words he offered when he thought no one else was listening.
Was it too late to find that again?
The front door creaked open, and Yuuji’s heart skipped a beat, thudding like an angry drum against his ribs.
Sounds of Megumi shuffling echoed from the small entryway—soft scuffles of his shoes against the floor, the crackle of his winter coat. For a fleeting second, Yuuji felt the urge to hide. Not out of fear, but embarrassment. As if his feelings were too much, too exposed, laid bare on the kitchen table alongside the food.
"Yuuji?" Megumi called, voice smooth and familiar. "Are you here?"
Swallowing awkwardly around the lump in his throat, Yuuji thumbed at the side of the counter for support.
"Yeah! Yep—I'm here, I mean, right here, in the kitchen. Just, uh, finishing something up. Totally fine, nothing weird happening." Yuuji responded, finding himself dreading the approaching footsteps.
A beat passed before his boyfriend spoke again. Casual and chaste, as though his world hadn't stopped spinning.
"It smells good." Stepping out from around the corner, Megumi's pale face finally became visible. The tip of his nose was rosy due to the heavy frost outside and his dark hair looked wild with the uncontrollable wind. "Did you cook? Is this… an occasion?"
Yuuji didn't need to ask in order to understand that the question was a rhetorical one. His boyfriend never once missed anything; anniversaries, birthdays or dates. Every event shared between them became committed to memory, simply another inclination of his boyfriend's unwavering loyalty.
"No! No, not really—well, I mean, not officially special. Just dinner. Regular dinner. I just thought, you know, it might be nice? Like a surprise-but-not-a-surprise kind of thing." Finding himself at a loss for words, Yuuji weakly gestured toward the table. "I just wanted to treat you. Because I had time. And groceries."
His boyfriend's gaze curiously scanned the careful assortment. If he felt suspicious, he didn't voice that thought quite yet.
"…Thanks." Megumi hummed, stepping closer to place his keys down against the counter. Without fail, Kuro hurried over to greet him with an enthusiastic yip; hopping up eagerly against his knee. Only settling down once his owner lavished him with copious praise and thorough pets.
"I think he really missed you." Unable to mask his amusement, Yuuji watched the sight with a boyish smile. "Like, a lot. He was pacing earlier, actually. I think he heard you outside. Or maybe he just missed the routine. He’s very emotionally aware."
If life was easier, maybe this moment would have lasted forever.
"Mhm." Scratching underneath Kuro's chin, Megumi's lips quirked upward in a rare show of contentment. "Yeah. I missed you, more."
There it was again. A tell-tale sign that his boyfriend cared. That feelings still remained despite the abrupt change in his behavior.
"Me? Like—me, me?" Yuuji couldn't help but ask, wanting an answer more out of sheer curiosity than coyness. "I mean, obviously you meant me, but I just wanted to be sure you meant me specifically."
Megumi's eyebrows furrowed, his expression riddled with confusion as though his lover had suddenly spouted the question in a foreign language.
"…Yes. You." The statement sounded plain and definitive, like there had never been any other option for consideration. "Are you okay?"
Lying had never been a strong suit for a person like Yuuji, his body earnest to a fault. Even when his grandfather inquired about missing sweets or absent report cards, guilt found itself written across his face. With a wobbly lip, a cracking voice and tearful eyes, he'd always caved faster than a deck of cards.
"Yeah! Totally—yes, I mean…" Struggling to keep his breathing level, Yuuji bit down hard against his lower lip. "I’m fine. Just tired. And, uh, thinking. Normal amount. I just… missed you too. Like, a lot. More than usual."
Each word became weaker. Weighed down from the unspoken changes inside their relationship. Would addressing the problem make everything better? Worse? Opening a can of worms that should've stayed sealed shut?
"Hey." Megumi's voice dropped down an octave, his whisper a soothing balm against Yuuji's open wound. "Slow down. Talk to me. What’s wrong?"
Everything poured out. Weeks worth of fear, discomfort and panic that compounded to inevitably bubble over. Digging his nails into the fleshy meat of his palm, Yuuji inhaled a sharp breath and silently prepared himself for confrontation.
"I just—I want to know what’s going on." Trying to steady the uncomfortable quiver in his voice, Yuuji turned his face toward the window. "Like, not in an accusatory way. Just…clarity. For my brain. Because it’s been spiraling."
Staring aimlessly outside, trying to distract himself from the whirlwind of emotions, Yuuji continued on.
"Did I do something?" He asked, scraping his nails against the corner of his sweatpants. "Because if I did, I really want to fix it. I just don’t understand why things feel different between us."
With his body still tilted away from his boyfriend, Yuuji startled slightly once a hand gingerly reached forward to graze his hip. Megumi's touch had gradually become unfamiliar with the time they'd spent apart. Though, he quickly found himself willing to memorize each and every part once more.
A momentary silence fell upon them. Tense. Uncomfortable. Eerie.
Were the issues between them too extreme to mend?
"I want to fuck you." Hot breath ghosted against the nape of his neck as Megumi leered closer, allowing his grip to tighten ever-so-slightly.
Every part of Yuuji stiffened.
Was that a joke? Some type of strange test conducted to note his reaction? A misplaced attempt to quickly mend the gap between them?
"Ha." Yuuji let out a laugh that escaped in an awkward exhale, defeated and riddled with disbelief. "If you say so."
Doubt remained obvious. From his standoffish expression and rigidly crossed arms to the raised arch of his eyebrows. No part of him seemed to take the words at face-value, instead deciding to write them off as a mere distraction.
However, Megumi's smooth palms only wandered lower to explore the curve of Yuuji's upper thigh. There was a muted heat hidden inside his movements. An undertone of arousal lingering while his knuckles grazed the front of his boyfriend's sweats.
"I'm being serious." His boyfriend spoke quietly, whispering the words as though they were a shared secret. "I'm not joking."
A shiver curled down the base of Yuuji's spine. Warmth quickly pooled in the pit of his stomach from the heated statement. Although they occasionally toyed with the suggestion of exchanging positions in bed, this was certainty new.
"Megumi." Struggling to ignore the fingers toying lazily at the waistband of his sweatpants, Yuuji fought to muffle a low whine. "This is so sudden. Why—?"
"I want to try this. It's all I've been thinking about." Sharp hipbones pressed up against the back of his legs, moving in a low grind against his ass. Heat coiled in his abdomen and his cock began to harden under the attention. God, what was going on?
Sweet Megumi, the one who had always bottomed without question, wanted to fuck him?
Prior to starting his testosterone shots, his boyfriend's had always been taller by a few distinct inches. He was toned, lean and handsome with sharp facial features. Though, once he begun to officially transition, his body begun to showcase small changes.
A dark trail of hair curled down underneath his belly button to meet the soft patch of fuzz above his dick. The sound of his voice pitched lower by a few distinct octaves, turning raspy and thick. Yet, most noticeably, two matching crescent scars rested underneath his pectorals.
"How?" Yuuji asked quietly, letting his eyes flutter shut while his lover continued to grope him. "I mean— You don't have…? Not yet, at least."
"I bought a strap-on." Megumi growled against the nape of his neck, toying with the sensitive skin as though he were an animal. "To use on you."
The subsequent image of his boyfriend trapping him between two plush thighs and sporting a thick silicone cock left him breathless.
"Oh." Yuuji whispered, feeling his cock twitch inside his loose sweats. With all the heavy-handed dirty talk, the front of his underwear grew damp with pre-cum. His body moved on instinct, pressing back into the heat of Megumi's chest.
He liked this feeling. Sinking backward inside a strong hold. Seeking out solace in wake of his earlier uncertainties.
"Please. Can I?" Allowing a hint of desperation to filter within his voice, Megumi rutted himself up against his boyfriend's backside.
How could he refuse?
With a shy nod, Yuuji leaned his torso forward slightly to press back further against Megumi's hips. The teasing hand resting upon his hip dwindled lower, eventually caressing the tenting fabric between his legs. Yet, it wasn't enough.
"Use your words. Tell me." With his tongue darting out to lick across the shell of Yuuji's ear, Megumi impatiently cradled his cock in a loose grip and squeezed.
"Oh my god." In a breathless whimper, Yuuji jerked forward and arched his back. "Yes—Megumi, yes."
Hesitation melted away. Replaced with an overwhelming urge to turn and devour his lover whole. He desired everything: to touch, to feel, to see, to taste and to hear.
And it looked like his boyfriend felt the same way.
"Come here."
As his boyfriend's touch turned rough, Yuuji quickly found himself redirected toward their bedroom. He took tentative steps, struggling to maintain balance with Megumi's hand resting upon his cock. It felt as though he was a dog being leashed, guided on a walk without any input.
Their bedroom was still messy. Scattered with various manga volumes, nonfiction books and wrappers from savory dark chocolates. Pillows were strewn haphazardly across the bed, exactly where they'd been left during the morning rush for work.
With a soft click, the door shut behind them.
Teal eyes glimmered dangerously as Megumi approached him with the confident stride of a predator willing to claim his prey. He thumbed lazily over Yuuji's lower lip, moving with the grace of a sensual ghost. The atmosphere quickly became heavy with lust, drifting further away from what initially began as a tense reunion.
"Kiss me." Yuuji pleaded, pitiful and pathetic, squeezing Megumi's hand in a vice grip.
Much to his pleasure, his boyfriend chose to indulge him.
Megumi wasted no time greedily licking his way into Yuuji's open mouth, savoring the velvety dampness. Their tongues rubbed together, coaxing out an audibly wet sound that went straight to his throbbing cock. It left him feeling dizzy, weak in the knees and downright ravenous for more attention.
With a sharp inhale, he excitedly pawed at the navy scrubs his boyfriend still adorned. The fabric felt thin underneath his fingertips, barely hiding away the beautiful body he was greedy to explore. If anything, the suspense only added to the allure.
Knowing what remained hidden underneath and having to strip the layers away like a wrapped present.
Sensing his impatience, only a few seconds passed before Megumi was properly shirtless. Tugging off the Tokyo Veterinary Clinic uniform with an expression that teetered between both aroused and amused. By this stage, his pale face had flushed—flaunting the slightest trace of vulnerability.
"You're so pretty." The words escaped in a low keen, yet embarrassment remained far from Yuuji's mind. It became impossible to dwell on prior emotions of shame. Not when his boyfriend worshiped his skin like he was something worth treasuring.
"Chatty today, aren't you?" Although Megumi's tone remained teasing, no genuine heat remained behind his words.
"Mhm. I told you I missed you." Unable to do anything besides ramble, lazily thumbing at the scars underneath his boyfriend's dusty pink nipples, Yuuji watched his lover with a shy smile. "I really love this. Love you."
"Dummy." Megumi mumbled against his lips, hiding a smitten grin of his own.
However, the flush creeping up the base of his neck was enough to convey his silent fondness.
Squeaking in protest from their combined weight, the mattress suddenly caved to accommodate them. Any noise came in vain, nonetheless, as Megumi roughly straddled his lap and stared downward with feverish intensity. His eyes were wild, determined and unpredictable—a sight that left Yuuji trembling.
"Do you have your…?" Unable to say the word aloud, Yuuji gestured between his boyfriend's spread legs. "Your thing?"
Megumi laughed. A deep, smooth and sensual sound before he leaned backward to fumble with their old wooden nightstand. From the drawer, he silently retrieved a brightly colored bottle of lube and…
A fleshy colored, terrifyingly realistic dildo. Complete with ribbed veins decorating the thick base and a pointed slit curved atop the pink head. Probably about seven or eight inches in length overall, nearly matching the size of Yuuji's own.
Yuuji balked. Observing the device with an audible hitch in his breath. A low feeling swirled from within his belly, somewhere between aroused and afraid.
"Why is it… so real looking?" He asked softly, prodding at the tip with an inquisitive finger poke.
From watching an assortment of porn, Yuuji's mind inevitably came to the incorrect conclusion that dildos were flashy. An assortment of various gaudy neon colors: pink, green or blue that provided heavy contrast against every skin tone. Only ever smooth and small like a compact bright rubber bullet.
Yet, this was far from his expectations.
"Would you have preferred a different color?" Megumi asked, looking far too sincere considering the ridiculous circumstances. "I thought you would've liked the realistic one."
"I don't mind it!" Yuuji insisted, scooting forward onto his knees in an attempt to correct himself. "I was just surprised! That's all!"
Thinking about how that was meant to fit inside him, buried deep between his legs, left him feeling strange.
Never before had Yuuji particularly dwelt upon the thought of being dominated. Even in his daily life, he found himself often striving to provide accommodation for others. To ensure the people he cared for felt reassured, comforted and fulfilled.
Many would describe him as easygoing, the type to have no particularly strong desires aside from his own personal goals. As long as Yuuji could help make the world a better place, by saving one person at a time, he would be content. That was all he needed.
Well, at least until now.
"Surprised in a good or bad way?" Megumi whispered, leaning closer to mumble the words against the bobbing curve of his adam's apple.
Yuuji shivered, cock twitching with eager anticipation of what was soon to come. His boyfriend acted with an effortless seduction that quickly became infuriating. Batting his thick lashes like a hungry siren luring a sailor out to sea.
"Good." Yuuji confirmed, trying to ignore the crack in his voice. "Definitely good. Extremely."
"There you go. So sweet for me, Yuuji."
The encouragement came as thick praise that Yuuji found himself liking far too much. His boyfriend's intimidating aura, slow words and careful precision left him feeling vulnerable. Absolutely helpless against the sensual movement of his tedious touch.
"Yeah" Nodding along as though his brain were clouded in a thick syrup, Yuuji let his eyes flutter shut. "Um, what… what now?"
A finger reached forward to sneak underneath Yuuji's baggy yellow hoodie, toying with the loose straps of his dark colored sweatpants.
"Take this off." Megumi said, his words sounding far closer to a demand than a request.
And Yuuji wasted no time choosing to comply. In one swift movement his sweatshirt was removed, followed a plain black shirt he had stolen from his partner.
A smile formed across Megumi's face. Two sharp canines peaking out while his gaze raked across the discarded clothing. Clearly his missing clothing could now be identified, with the thief sitting right in front of him.
"Is that my shirt?" His boyfriend asked with a corresponding huff of laughter, the amusement obvious across his typically stoic face.
"Yeah." Yuuji admitted, unable to lie when he had already been caught red-handed. "I told you I missed you."
Although Megumi looked rather flustered by the admission, he didn't comment any further on it.
Instead, his lovers fingers curled lower and snuck underneath the thick waistband of his boxers. The pad of his flat thumb swirled around the leaking slit of his cock, collecting an embarrassingly thick dollop of pre-cum. Only to then have it smeared lewdly against the entrance of his fluttering hole.
"Gonna prep you now, that okay?" His boyfriend asked—dangerous, needy and impatient.
God, prep. In the heat of the moment, Yuuji had completely forgotten that his body would need to be thoroughly examined. Stretched to accommodate the girth of Megumi's intimidating cock.
He nods, settling himself against the mattress and trying to ignore the shallow feeling of sheepishness. It seemed as though he were presenting himself. With two muscular thighs spread wide open, the chiseled dimples of his abdomen flaring and the front of his boxers liberally soaked.
Unable to conceal his eagerness, Megumi looped one finger around Yuuji's waistband and tugged.
His cock sprung free and continued leaking despite the chill in their apartment, causing Yuuji to hide his face within the blankets. A flush curled up the base of his neck and flamed at the nape. Never before had he sought to finger himself and it was impossible to guess whether or not it would feel enjoyable.
"Let me know how it feels." His boyfriend mumbled, toying lazily with the stiff rim of Yuuji's hole.
Then, a slick sound came from behind him.
In spite of the lingering shyness from within him, Yuuji jutted his chin to glance over his shoulder to determine the source of the noise.
Megumi had two nimble fingers in his mouth. Coating his pointer and middle with a sensual slowness before examining the thick glob of saliva that dribbled between them. Fuck.
He was spitting on his palm. Slyly wetting the two fingers between a pointed tongue in order to loosen every inch of Yuuji's untrained body. To take him apart nice and slow before finally pushing inside.
Though it didn't take long before he spotted an inconspicuous bottle of lube that had been discarded beside Megumi's ankle. Fat drops of clear fluid leaked from the bottle's opened top and spilled onto the sheets below. It seemed as though his boyfriend had squired a generous handful into his palm in addition to the slick from his saliva.
Yuuji let out a weak moan, instinctively arching his back and raising his hips up higher. Pressing his toned ass against the flat curve of his boyfriend's pelvis in an unspoken attempt to goad him. To drive Megumi wild with want as revenge for these last few weeks.
It couldn't hurt. Could it?
"God. You're driving me crazy." A low rhythmic hum emanated from Megumi's raspy voice as a wet finger outlined the arch of his back. Intentional. Slow. Menacing. "You know what you're doing."
Though his boyfriend clearly intended to sound intimidating, his words were anything but. On the contrary, they only added to the compounding tension within the atmosphere. That building sexual tension doomed to overflow any mere moment.
"What am I doing?" Rolling his hips backward against Megumi's hips, Yuuji let out a sharp gasp when a hand roughly grasped at his waist.
Without another word, his body was maneuvered into a new position. Splayed out across his back with both thighs spread apart and resting upon either side of Megumi's hips. In one instant, all of his defenses had been stripped bare—leaving no room for a future escape route.
One finger pressed against the rim of his hole before wiggling itself inside. Only prodding in about a nails depth before venturing deeper. Although the sensation didn't feel particularly good quite yet, Yuuji supposed it wasn't necessarily bad either.
The feeling was a dull sensation of pressure upon the base of his tailbone. No overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through his body like what was often displayed throughout various movies. Therefore, he couldn't help himself from wondering if the ecstasy should come soon, or if it would even come at all.
"Is this okay?" Megumi asked quietly, splaying his unoccupied hand out across Yuuji's stomach. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Yeah. It's fine. Doesn't feel bad." Yuuji agreed with a short exhale, unsure how to fully respond.
"Let me try another." The sentence was mainly spoken to himself in a hushed whisper, but Megumi soon acted upon his promise.
As soon as a second finger joined the first, Yuuji begun to squirm. A sudden feeling sparked like a lit match, low in the base of his belly. This foreign weight that begun to churn a muted sensation of arousal—not overwhelming but teetering on the cusp.
Slowly, his boyfriend begun to thrust the fingers together in a steady rhythm. Pumping them in and out with careful intention, angling them around as though in search of his hidden sweet spot. Following his pace to the tune of Yuuji's heavy breathing and when it hitched or shifted.
"Online it said to curl your fingers upward. The spot should be somewhere…" Megumi trailed off, scissoring the two fingers apart in quiet search. Poking and prodding around without any source of guidance. Only relying on the sound of his boyfriend's quiet whimpers.
That was until Yuuji's body spasmed. His feet curling and his eyes rolling back as a visceral groan fell from his plush lips. Sheer ecstasy encompassed him as though it came in a catastrophic tidal wave, all-encompassing and consuming.
"Oh my god." Yuuji whispered, mouth hanging open dumbly while his back arched at an unnatural angle. "Fuck."
Though, much to his displeasure, riding the high of lustful endorphins soon came and went.
"Do that again? Please?" Shifting himself to provide Megumi with better access, Yuuji raised a muscled thigh upward to drape it across his boyfriend's shoulder.
He prayed that the display looked appealing. That the image of himself spread out across the mattress, cock leaking pitifully against his belly and eyes damp with unshed tears, was enough to garner some sympathy.
However, his attempt appeared unsuccessful.
Megumi's hand withdrew abruptly. Leaving Yuuji feeling rejected, pathetic and a little neglected. Immediately an onslaught of worried thoughts followed, to the point where he found himself on the cusp of fully retreating.
Had he done something wrong? Did his boyfriend not like this type of foreplay? Or had his effort to look appealing come off far too desperate?
"Relax." As though able to read Yuuji's worried mind, Megumi leaned forward to press a clumsy kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. "Gonna fuck you now, 'kay? Can't have you cumming too soon."
Pink curled up the base of his neck, the flush only growing under such generous attention.
"Okay." Nodding into the ruffled blankets, Yuuji's fingers fumbled to clutch at the discarded pillow beside him for support. "Do you need help… putting it on?"
"I'll let you know if I do." Megumi murmured, carefully untangling the black straps circling an intricate circling harness. Right. That needed to be wrapped around his waist and upper thighs to keep the dildo upright.
Or rather—his cock.
Several moments passed before a telltale click echoed throughout the room, signifying that the harness had been properly situated. The straps looked tight against Megumi's pale skin, destined to leave soft imprints underneath. Yuuji thumbed at one of the claps curiously.
"Do you like it?" Although Megumi's expression remained neutral, composed and smooth, they had become close enough to read between the lines.
His boyfriend was nervous. Self-conscious to venture into uncharted territory. To flaunt a side of himself that had yet to be explored due to fear of impending judgment.
"I love it." Yuuji confessed, nodding in breathless approval. "You look… hot."
"You're just saying that." In spite of his cynical words, Megumi looked pleased regardless. Practically beaming from the praise. "No turning back now."
His boyfriend's cock bobbed invitingly. Several inches of thick silicone complete with a reddish slit and rounded tip. Although his mind knew the appendage held zero feeling, his mind internally craved to suck upon it.
So, without any thought, Yuuji did.
He moved without acknowledgement. Sliding his body out from underneath his boyfriend in one swift motion before maneuvering onto his hands. Leaning down to bump his nose against the curve of Megumi's bony hip and eagerly suck at his cock.
Then, his mouth parted to tongue curiously along the ribbed underside with vigor. Outlining the thick veins of Megumi's cock in one greedy mouthful. Saliva bubbled in the corners of his mouth, eventually trickling down his chin.
"Yuuji." Sounding absolutely wrecked while sliding a large palm forward to cradle Yuuji's cheek, Megumi rolled his hips forward.
All at once, his mouth was stuffed impossibly full. Nearly to the point where a few pathetic tears squeezed from the corners of his creased eyes. His boyfriend's cock felt far too large for his tiny mouth—leaving a satisfying burn in it's wake.
Trying his best to inhale short breaths through his nose, intent on providing Megumi with as much pleasure as possible, Yuuji struggled. He could feel the sensation of his throat rapidly constricting, desperately fighting for air. Though it was difficult to disregard the sheer level of satisfaction intending to greet him upon a job well done.
Finally, with a slick choking sound, he pulled away.
Unspoken praise greeted him. Megumi's sharp fingers quickly reaching out to caress his face tenderly, stroking over the wet mess left upon his lips. Even if his movements were gentle, the expression in his eyes looked positively wild.
"Lay down" No request. No question. No room for disagreement. Merely a command, and one that Yuuji would be wise to obey.
He turned his head, nuzzling against his boyfriend's hand like desperate puppy. Seeking that silent affirmation despite ignoring the request. Too drunken and consumed by his own pleasure to dwell upon any potential consequences.
Though instead of chastising him, Megumi appeared vaguely endeared.
"I'll go slow." Patting Yuuji on the cheek in quiet warning, the hand on his face soon withdrew to splay across his chest and push him backward.
Far too fixated on his lover for his own good, Yuuji's body moved akin to a sleepy rag-doll. Clumsy and uncoordinated yet abundantly eager while he parted his thighs once more. Flaunting his toned body and prepared hole with no trace of embarrassment, letting the clouds of lust engulf him.
"C'mere." Two hands clasped around his legs, manhandling him with force and impatiently tugging him closer. Pulling him far enough that the tip of Megumi's cock grazed against his entrance. Letting the tip briefly catch the rim of his hole, but not yet daring to push inside.
Biting down against his lower lip to muffle the noise that threatened to escape, Yuuji furrowed his brows.
"Can you put it in?" He asked innocently, savoring the way that Megumi's face bloomed with obvious strain. "Please?"
"Yeah." Speaking in a low rasp, like he was struggling to resist the animalistic urge to push himself further, Megumi hissed. "Yeah I can, baby."
The roll of his hips was slow, deliberate and measured. Yuuji's expression scrunched up in pleasure when he felt his boyfriend finally inside. That perfect stretch of his thick shaft combined with the comforting warmth emanating from his chest.
He could feel the head nudging past his rim. The circular shaped tip catching inside Yuuji's velvety walls, coaxing Megumi's cock deeper inside. As though he were instinctively attempting to steady himself for breeding.
Both of Yuuji's hips lifted upward without any prompting. His legs spreading open to reveal his puffy hole alongside the slow bobbing of his hardened cock that slapped shamelessly against his belly. It was lewd, filthy and absolutely arousing in the most satisfying way.
A low whine escaped when Megumi finally bottomed himself out. Thick silicone balls slapping against Yuuji's ass which had now tinged pink with color. Never in his life had he experienced such an intense, burning desire to be filled. To have his boyfriend pound his body senseless until it felt raw, exhausted and used.
"You're too big." Each of the words came out sounding slurred, his mouth feeling as though it had been stuffed full of thick cotton.
"Mhm." Megumi's response was a soft, noncommittal hum.
Though, the slow roll of his hips was enough to wipe away any protest forming upon Yuuji's sharp tongue. His body tensed, back muscles straining and flaring with each rhythmic thrust that sent a sharp wave of pleasure through the base of his spline. It soon found itself accompanied by an obscene slapping sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Feels good?" With a low voice that held an undertone of strain, Megumi's hands grasped at Yuuji's hips.
They were firm, unwavering. Clasping around the muscular curve of his boyfriend's waist roughly enough to leave crescent shaped indents. Maybe by tomorrow, his body would bare the marks of their sweet lovemaking.
"Yeah—" Yuuji whispered in a choked breath, reaching downward to place his own hand atop of Megumi's. "Really good."
Their fingers lazily intertwined together in a loose grip. Resting casually upon Yuuji's lower stomach before they slowly began creeping down toward the leaking tip of his cock. Megumi thumbed at it eagerly, circling the head before wrapping their combined hands around his swollen shaft.
"Megumi!—" Arching his back forward and forcefully pushing his cock through the smooth meat of his boyfriend's palm, Yuuji let out a shrill gasp. "Fuck, please!"
Weakly, both of his hands unraveled from around his own cock. Instead choosing to grab at Megumi's pale back by eagerly digging his nails into the flawless skin. Part of him prayed that in the morning, a soft trail of marks would be left behind in bold, thick red stripes.
"C'mon, Yuuji." Whispering sweet words of encouragement against the shell of his ear, Megumi's breath felt hot against the nape of his neck. "You're close, aren't you?"
A full shiver wracked his body, overwhelmed by simply everything. The smell of Megumi's skin, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his sweaty touch. It was addictive, sinking into every ounce of his pores to leave his senses fully immersed in his boyfriend.
"Yes. Yes!" Mumbling underneath his breath, Yuuji found himself uselessly rutting up into the open air. Foolishly chasing his impending orgasm despite Megumi's slack hand wrapped around his cock. He ached for attention, for even more stimulation despite the constant pressure pulsing inside him.
"So fucking tight. I love seeing you like this." To his surprise, his stoic boyfriend suddenly became unusually mouthy. Lured out of his typical shell by the rare indulgence of his secret desires. "You look so pretty on my dick, Yuu."
That drew a sound out of Yuuji. One long-winded pathetic whine that sounded as though it had been ripped from the confines of his lungs. Taken without permission.
"You like that?" Megumi asked, seemingly encouraged by the noise. "Feeling me inside you?"
The slow push-and-pull of his boyfriend's slick cock pounding inside him became heavenly. A feeling that Yuuji found himself never wanting to forget. He wanted to stay this way forever, to remain splayed out across the mattress and endlessly pampered by his boyfriend's rough touch.
"Yeah—" Yuuji whimpered, turning his face to the side in hopes of hiding his expression. Drool pooled inside his mouth, nearly trickling out from the edges of his lips. "Please!"
Suddenly, the hand on his cock fully retracted. Leaving Yuuji's tip weeping pitifully against the cold breeze from their air conditioning. Though, before he could attempt to protest, a finger prodded against the rim of his hole.
"You don't know how many times I imagined this." His boyfriend murmured, voice suddenly sounding low and thick with lust. "Thinking about fucking you like this. Spreading you out against my cock until I'm all you can think about."
Only on rare occasions had Yuuji been able to successfully coax out a confession from his boyfriend. Usually only achieved after a long night spent kissing, cuddling or relishing in some form of intimacy. Yet now, absolutely drunk on passion, Megumi's filter oddly became lost in translation.
For him to be speaking so freely—and so filthily—further added to the allure.
"I'm yours!" Yuuji rasped in a shrill promise, struggling to control the wet tears rapidly forming. "Yours, Megumi!—"
"Yeah." Megumi nodded, tilting his head back to expose the low bob of his adams apple. "All mine. Fuck, Yuuji."
Heat coiled in his belly, leaving Yuuji frantic to cling onto a lifeline. His hands fumbled, releasing the blankets they'd taken hold of to desperately grab at Megumi. Searching for a free hand to clutch while his impending orgasm drew dangerously close.
"I can't—!" Speech becoming garbled and thighs trembling, Yuuji squeezed his boyfriend's hand in a vice grip. Their fingers intertwined, uncoordinated and clumsy. Megumi's palm felt damp, slick with pre-cum that smeared against his skin.
"Tell me how it feels. How much you love it." Megumi suddenly insisted, a low hint of desperation creeping into his voice.
By now, his finger that had been teasing at the rim of Yuuji's puffy hole abruptly begun to rub against the muscle in lazy little strokes.
"I love it!" Yuuji gasped against the mattress, eyes squeezed shut as several stray tears escaped. "I love the way you fuck me!"
As if encouraged by those words, Megumi increased the pace of his thrusts. Rutting their bodies together as though it was what he had been born to do. Like his mind couldn't fathom anything beside the selfless task of bringing Yuuji unimaginable pleasure.
"I love you." The words were whispered against the curve of Yuuji's neck, a dangerously wet tongue mouthing at his sweaty skin. "More than anything."
With that, Yuuji finally came. Ropes of thick cum spurting across his belly as his chest rose with the weight of several deep breaths. He squeezed at Megumi's hand tight enough to bruise, letting out a moan that reverberated through his entire body.
"Megumi!" He sobbed, bringing their intertwined hands to his chest. Pressing them atop his heart to feel the frantic heavy beat underneath. Listening to the thundering roar and using it as a basis to ground himself in reality.
They sat like that for a few minutes, reveling in the adrenaline from his intense orgasm. Only letting the soft sound of their breathing interrupt the peaceful silence. All while Megumi's fingers absentmindedly stroked over his hip, tracing his skin with quiet admiration.
"How do you feel?" He finally asked, leaning forward to press a lazy kiss against Yuuji's flushed face.
"Good." Yuuji managed to whisper, fingers trembling as he curled in upon himself. "Come down here."
Both of Megumi's thighs had been firmly planted on either side of Yuuji's hips. The curve of his chest nearly bumping against his boyfriend's forehead as he obliged the weak request, lowering his body against the bed. Two strong hands wrapped around his waist with ease, pulling him into a swift embrace.
"I love you." Pressing their lips together, Yuuji savored the sweet kiss and lazily licked his way into his boyfriend's mouth. "I really love you, Megumi."
"Love you too." One of Megumi's hands slipped lower, tenderly rubbing at the small of Yuuji's muscular back.
Their chests pressed together in spite of the filth smeared across them, heartbeats eventually synchronizing. Any of the remaining space ebbed away until they became whole. Until they fully became one.
"So." Yuuji murmured, letting himself nose at the soft skin of his boyfriend's neck. His hand moved down to swipe across the smooth scar underneath his nipple, caressing it lovingly. "When… When can we do this again?"
A spark lit in Megumi's eyes—tinged with mischief, arousal but grounded in pure appreciation.
"Whenever you want." He confirmed with a pleased nod, squeezing at the sensitive curve of Yuuji's hip. "Let's get you washed up now."
"In a few more minutes." Agreeing with his eyes half-lidded, beginning to succumb to the sweet lull of sleep, Yuuji nodded into Megumi's chest.
"Mhm. Okay." Placing another kiss against Yuuji's forehead and muffling his laughter, Megumi responded with soothing amusement. "I'll wake you in a bit."