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Megumi knows he’s here to be eaten. Though the process feels more like preparations for a wedding and he hasn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. Every inch of his body is thoroughly scrubbed with gentle, moisturizing soaps, and massaged with warm oils lightly scented with sakura. Fastidious grooming leaves him so smooth and soft he wants to take the time to run his hands all over and get a feel for what should be familiar but is not.
Even the kimono he’s in, patterned with painstakingly sewn white chrysanthemums on turquoise, is silky on his stimulated skin. The obi is tied snuggly like he’s in the midst of a long warm hug. Megumi lets the tips of his fingers rise to the collar brushing against his neck. It’s strange. He’s never been pampered like this before. It’s even stranger to think, he’s receiving this because he’s about to die.
In the center of the room he's guided into is a thick red comforter surrounded by pillows of various sizes. Lace curtains hang down from the walls in luxurious reds and pinks, all darkened from the lack of light. The lamp is off, but out of the corner of his eye, he notices a small tray with a lit stick of incense. Its tip glows and recedes steadily, depositing its ashes into the dark green ceramic below. The scent is… lilacs? More flowers. There are so many floral scents they dull his senses.
As he approaches the pool of cushions on his socked feet he decides to savor these last few minutes of comfort. Kneeling in the center of the prepared bedding he looks around again. These are the last walls he’ll see, the last scents he’ll breathe in, the last comforts he’ll feel before he is- he hopes it won’t hurt, he hopes the King of Curses ends his consciousness before digging into his meal, but he doesn’t think he’ll be so lucky.
The sound of a door sliding open makes his fingers curl into fists atop his knees and he braces for whatever is next.
Heavy footsteps are softened by the weaved straw floor and he assumes it's the curse’s shadow that appears on the other side of the shoji.
When the door opens and the lamp overhead flares to life, he pauses. Megumi has seen curses all of his life, he’s used to their strange misshapen forms, but the large silhouette with its massive four arms is not what he expects.
It’s strangely human… as human as a curse can be.
All four of its red eyes focus on Megumi’s face and he isn’t sure which pair to make eye contact with. A dark aura heavy like a wool blanket settles atop his narrow shoulders, but he doesn’t look away. The end of his life is before him, he’s always told himself he’ll stare death in the face when it arrives.
He didn’t think he’d get the opportunity so literally.
The sliding door closes behind Sukuna when he steps inside and they are left alone in a brief but weighty silence. His hands start to tremble because beneath those fixated eyes he remembers he’s prey, he’s food, he’s nothing but a snack for a beast that doesn’t bat an eyelash at the sickening crack of bones between his teeth.
By the time Sukuna breaks the silence, Megumi has forty plans to escape, but they fade as quickly as they came at the curse’s first words.
“I was told they’d prepared a beautiful virgin boy,” he holds his own chin and displays a pleased half-smirk. “For once, I’ll give them credit. You are beautiful.”
His cheeks want to color, his body wants to quiver. When Sukuna steps further into the room, Megumi reflexively shuffles back into a corner out of his reach. Sukuna pauses again at the edge of the bedding and lowers until he’s seated cross-legged, unbothered by the boy’s hasty retreat.
“Shy? They always are.” He raises one of his hands and beckons Megumi closer, who watches his fingers curl inward almost seductively. “Come closer, I want to take a good look at you.”
Megumi doesn’t move but the curse doesn’t hesitate. He reaches easily across the bedspread and takes a firm but gentle hold of Megumi’s hand, but doesn’t pull.
It’s strange. He’s patient and Megumi is drawn in, body moving on its own. He crawls across the comforters toward him, big eyes searching for malice, but not finding it, and he stops with his knees just an inch from Sukuna’s crossed legs.
“Good boy.”
The sentiment blooms red across his cheeks, a curse that praises? A curse that compliments? A curse that-
“You’re even more beautiful up close.”
Megumi’s brow scrunches up and his gaze falls, but thick fingers cup beneath his chin, raising it back up and Sukuna leans in. He can feel the heat, the slightest wisp of his breath across his pinkened cheeks sets off his instincts and he tries to yank his hand away, but it doesn’t budge.
“Come now,” Sukuna’s voice sounds smoky, deep, as overpowering as the musky scent of lilacs filling the small room. “I want to see those eyes again.”
And when he obliges he sees both sets of red up close, their stare all-consuming, as enthralling as the stories his uncle’s told him of fires swallowing entire villages, an entire countryside. Hundreds, thousands have fallen beneath the hands that hold him so still and something about the glimmer of orange in the crimson sticks his breath in his throat. He sees a flicker and can hear the victim's screams, can see them splattering across boulders, he can feel the power in the curse's fingertips, and something switches inside him.
“Stunning, that color. You could make beasts salivate with a single glance.”
A faint trembling sound forms in Megumi's throat. Something starts, something in him turns, something in his waist, in his hips, it winds, coils, and through the newness of the feeling, he understands only a single word supplied by his hazy mind.
Hot.
He doesn’t know what this is, being wanted? Being craved? He doesn’t know what wanting and craving feels like either.
The curse breaks their stare and his lips land on the hollow of Megumi's pale wrist.
Here it comes, his teeth are there, it’s warm, he-
“So soft.”
Hu-
“I can smell it, your blood.”
I-
“My, your heart is racing, take a deep breath, little one. I’m not one to swallow my food.”
Food. Remember, you’re just food-
A faint inhale rushes into his open mouth. Sukuna trails down, pushing the kimono sleeve with his lips, following Megumi’s pulse and Megumi doesn’t hear his own whimpering, whining, the tiny sounds fluttering from inside his chest and throat beneath the stimulation because all he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears. He’s so distracted he doesn’t realize his obi is being loosened and his robes are sliding down to reveal his pale shoulders.
Megumi’s eyes squeeze tight, he’s waiting for the bite, for the real process to begin, but the lips keep trailing. Sukuna lifts his arm and kisses the soft underside for just a second, then jumps up to the curve of his shoulder. He hums curiously as he works his way to Megumi’s neck and a warm whisper breezes across the boy's skin.
“You make a sound with every little touch.”
Sukuna’s lips brush the same spot where his breath kisses and another flurry of tingles burst through Megumi, making his thighs clench.
Megumi gasps as he’s scooped up by two free hands, brought into the curse’s lap, and made to balance on his large thighs with both of his slender knees. Up close, he makes sense of the line on his stomach now, it shapes into a smile, and his heart rate doubles.
A mouth. It’s another mouth… and it’s so close.
Then it starts again, Sukuna follows the rise and fall of his collar bones with wet lips, leaving behind smears of saliva. It’s almost like he’s being polished, the light shines on every strip of teased skin.
“You realize,” Sukuna purrs against the nape of his neck. “I can feel the heat coming from your cunt.”
Megumi drops his chin and his shoulders hunch as though to hide the flush of embarrassment. He can’t help it. The hard scrubbing from earlier left his skin sensitive to every gentle caress, to this tenderness, to this series of careful touches like he was a fragile ornament one nick from being shattered.
“You don’t need to restrain yourself, enjoy it.”
No- no- no- he shakes his head hard enough to whip the dark hairs around his face and gasps again when Sukuna eagerly mouths the exposed flesh between the swells on his chest.
Megumi’s head falls back, his expression opens wide, his body rising to meet the slow suck that spreads heat through him like a splash of simmering water. Sukuna leaves behind a red oval that stings and fades in seconds.
“You’re practically throwing yourself at me,” the words slice through Megumi’s reluctance. “There’s no need to pretend.”
Is it the fear that makes him wet? Is it the thought of being pinned down by a ravenous wolf and watching its frothing jaws unhinge that makes the first drip roll down between his soft, pale thighs?
I can’t. I can’t take it, why do I- why-
Sukuna follows the fleshy rise of his chest, slides the turquoise folds away, and reaches his nipple. He leaves a peck against the pink bud and Megumi’s mind goes blank. The curse wraps both lips around it, and it tightens up inside the heat of his mouth quick enough to pinch and Megumi whines through grit teeth.
Is this better? Images of being swallowed whole flash through his mind again and he melts beneath the greedy suckles. Being-
The mouth on Sukuna’s abdomen opens and an enormous glazed red tongue curls into the air like it’s anxiously tasting the heat radiating between his parted legs. The corners of its lips trickle with drool and the tip whips dangerously close.
No- it’s gonna touch- I’m-
Megumi can’t push off when the hands on his waist drag him across the curse's thighs.
“You’re trying to tempt me, spreading your legs like that, you want me to have a taste, don’t you?”
The wide, wet tongue sweeps out beneath the splay of his kimono, it starts from the soft backs of his bare ass cheeks and swipes up against both of his slick puffy lips. Megumi yelps and grabs onto Sukuna’s shoulders.
“So sweet,” Sukuna lets out a heavy sigh brimming with lust, and the tongue curls up again, taking Megumi with it.
His torso bows, the tongue parts his lips, lines his slit and grazes his swelling clit. Megumi cries out, the tease shocks him, makes him jolt away, but the spark of flame rises up to his skull and pours back down into his squeezing abdomen. No one has ever touched him there before. His nails scrape across Sukuna’s shoulders and without understanding why his juices spill out over the enormous tongue.
Megumi’s pale skin bathes in roses. He can’t stop himself. He can’t even think as his hips writhe atop the wet bumps of Sukuna’s outstretched muscle, chasing this new addictive feeling. He’s never imagined finding pleasure in the process, but his body is moving on its own again, he’s drowning, he’s absorbed in riding the muscle still working his nerves.
“Oh, for me?” Sukuna says voice drenched in honey and charm. The tongue licks up his sudden gift greedily. “So generous.”
Megumi finds his grip on the curse’s broad upper shoulders again and indents his fingers while wiggling with the waves of pleasure. All sense of self melts, all sense of preservation gives way to physical desperation laying dormant beneath his touch-starved skin. He pants while running his hands up Sukuna’s thick neck, smoothing over the strong lines of his throat, and presses his thumbs against the bump.
“Do it pet.” Sukuna smiles. “Fight for your life.”
Megumi shakes his head again. That’s not what he means. He just wants to know, so long as he’s breathing he’ll take in every inch and angle of the monster in front of him treating him like an exquisite meal worth savoring. He wants to understand every strong, rough part of his skin, feel every hand on his body. He wants to give everything he has to give and take everything the curse has to offer.
“What is it then?” Sukuna intimates in a pleasantly curious tone.
Megumi has never done this before. He’s never wanted to do this before, but with every passing second, the urge overcomes him.
He cups both of Sukuna’s cheeks and kisses him deeply, slowly, he doesn’t realize he knocks away the very breath from the curse's chest.
A first for a first. Sukuna has never had someone do such an affectionate thing, never felt his prey’s heat pulsing like a plump pumping heart. Yet he can, he can feel the hunger, the craving, of his first-ever meal begging to be eaten.
Megumi moves away and Sukuna whispers:
“Such succulent lips.”
The boy whines, he aches, he’s about to lose his mind, but he can’t find the words just yet.
“Don’t tell me you have more treats to give?”
He nods frantically, gripping the curse’s hair and pressing his lips to his again, kneading, rubbing, searching for more of his tender friction. Delighted by an amused hum, Megumi indulges in the movement of their mouths and brushing tongues. He sucks, squeezes, bucks down again on the larger organ still lightly flicking against his inner thighs. They part with a loud gasp and Megumi lets go, not of the hair he clings so tightly to, but to every last inhibition.
They rise straight through the atmosphere, into a plane of sheer lust, and Megumi seals his fate.
“Eat me.”
The vibrations of Sukuna’s groan are deep enough to rumble and crack the earth. The air swelters around them. Sukuna sees the next millennia stretch before him in those emerald eyes on the verge of frenzy.
“I’ve decided.” Sukuna leers. “I’d like to take my time enjoying you.”
The curse strokes a hand down Megumi’s cheek and in the next second, Megumi can only see pillows, sheets, thick, cotton blankets and he realizes he’s been flipped over. He feels his hips rising until he’s propped onto his knees. His kimono is torn in half over his back and cold air hits all of his naked skin. The remaining patches of fabric slide down his upper arms and the rest is thrown aside.
The curse lowers until his lips touch Megumi’s naked shoulder blades. It sets off another spark and Megumi bites his lip. The tracing starts again, this time Sukuna follows the dip of his spine down to the small of his back, his tongue steals out again and again, and Megumi quivers each time. When it stops he balances on his elbows and looks back in time to see Sukuna palming the base of a large cock.
“Tonight, I’ll relish you.”
Megumi watches the mouth on his stomach open again and it licks against each of his raised cheeks.
He gasps as the head of Sukuna’s cock presses against his slit. It sinks in without warning and a scream rips out from his lips. He scrambles to grip the nearest pillows as the shaft parts his velvet walls until he’s so filled he’s sure he’s about to break.
“I want every flavor."
Sukuna pulls his hips back and fire sears through Megumi's guts.
"I want all of you.”
He snaps forward, lurching Megumi's body from the sheer force and driving out another scream. He chokes on his spit and gasps for breath, filling the air with hacking sounds as he descends into panic from the sudden sharp stretching pains.
The hands come, they rest on his hips, smooth and pet up to his shoulders then find grips on his upper arms.
“Consider this a reward,” Sukuna moves his hips and the pressure of his massive cock on Megumi’s nerves burns in the best way.
He warms through like a kettle set over blazing coals and starts to catch his breath. Sukuna’s hands pull him up by his arms and he arches, the curse’s length buries deep. He doesn’t need to look down to feel the bulge rising and falling in his abdomen with every thrust.
All of him goes limp like a doll in the curse's grasp. He fades in and out with the swell and decompression until one hand lets go of his hip and reaches up to tip his head back. Their eyes meet again and Megumi is a gorgeous glossy-eyed mess. Sweat creates a lovely sheen across his forehead, his face. His neck and chest are dyed in liquid rubies. Through the blurs, he sees drool run down the curse’s chin and he thinks, finally . He doesn't hear the words that leave his mouth.
“Thank you.”
And another groan rolls through the air, he feels it rattle his ribcage and he’s there again, on the cusp, blissed and ready.
Megumi rocks back as best as he can onto Sukuna’s pistoning shaft, eyes watering, fingers loose on either side of his body. Weak cries breach from his gaping mouth without restraint, he twitches and clenches around Sukuna's cock. He has no control. More sparks catch and he's shaking, everything's melding in front of his eyes and tears spill free.
The white-hot coil inside him tightens and he feels its approach, it's going to snap, he's going to cum.
He hears Sukuna's eager chuckle and the large stomach tongue swipes beads of sweat from his skin.
"You have another gift for me, don't you?"
"Yes!" His voice is hoarse.
"Give it to me."
"It's- nngh- it's coming!"
And when it does he screeches, convulses, and Sukuna yanks his cock free in time to cup his tongue under Megumi's soaked, throbbing cunt. He squirts all over it, tremors running through him top to bottom, his body washes with wildfire. Sukuna lets go and he slumps to the bedding, hips trembling but still raised for him.
"Immaculate," Sukuna moans as his tongue laps at Megumi's sensitive folds for every last drop.
Finally, finally, he's sure he's reached the end. He's warm to his fingertips and toes and ready to be consumed while still in the throes of ecstasy. Megumi collapses on his side, he sees Sukuna lingering behind him. The mouth on his stomach licks its lips clean of his juices and still, he waits for it to open again, teeth bared, to take his first bite.
But it doesn't happen and he's left in hazy confusion when Sukuna says:
“Rest now, little one.”
He watches in awe as Sukuna leans over him, then shuts his eye when the curse's thumb wipes a tear from his cheek. The curse pops it into his mouth, sucks it away, and makes another intrigued sound much like a moan.
"There's so much more of you to taste."
Megumi notices it, the crimson-orange in Sukuna's eyes carries a new intention, and Megumi isn't sure if he's happy or not if he wants it or not.
"I’ll devour you tomorrow."
All he's sure of is he gets to live. He's grateful enough.
Forty days and he’s heard the same thing at the end of every night.
“Tomorrow.”
Short and simple, he means, I’ll eat you tomorrow, I’ll sink my teeth into your flesh tomorrow, but whenever tomorrow comes, Megumi finds himself thoroughly caressed, every inch worshipped with lips and tongue and fingers until he’s dripping between his legs. He licks there too, ravenously, fills the air with sloppy slurps and wet squelches until he creams across the hungry, curling muscle. Then he’s split open on a hard, massive shaft, and pounded until he squirts and shakes from pleasure and pain so divine everything turns white. After each one, he braces, ready to have his throat torn open by glossy teeth, have his blood gulped, and bones crunched.
But at the end of every night, he lays in the glow of numerous orgasms and hears a whispered, “tomorrow” then feels the dark hair sticking to his forehead from sweat pushed back from his eyes. Sukuna traces the curve of his coral dusted cheeks and lines his cherry-red lips with a thumb, then leaves him with a kiss to drift off to sleep in a bed of disheveled robes and plush pillows.
And in the morning he climbs up, body sore and still glowing. He cleans up in a bathroom prepared specifically for him, then comes out to find Sukuna's aide, Uraume, leaving a tray with his breakfast. They always depart with a small smile and Megumi enjoys some of the best food he’s ever eaten in the quiet comfort of the morning sun shining through the thin curtains.
In the middle of the day, when he just can’t take the quiet anymore, he selects one of the dozen gorgeous kimonos in the adjacent room, wraps it loosely around himself, and goes in search of the curse. He usually finds him in a large, ornate room, lounging in another bed of pillows.
Today he’s got an array of bottles and plates topped with fresh fruits among other sweets and delicacies. As soon as he peeks through the sliver in the sliding door, Sukuna’s eyes fall on him and he smiles.
“Good timing pet, join me.”
The invitation makes his heart leap and he patters into the room excitedly. As soon as he’s within reach Sukuna takes his hand and brings him down to his level. Megumi leans in and provides a quick kiss, then drops down and does the same to his stomach’s large upper lip. The mouth grins at him and Megumi rests on his hip beside Sukuna’s outstretched form.
It’s strange to think, that only so long ago he expected to be eaten, but now he plucks one of the apples from a dish stacked with them and nips into crisp red skin without an ounce of fear. He sees the curse’s stomach mouth open and he holds out the apple. The tongue swipes his wrist and wipes across his palm as it takes the entire fruit. Megumi hears the juice spurt and the crunch of the ripe flesh. The sounds send that spark of heat to his abdomen and he can’t help but snatch up another apple.
This time he bites and holds on with his teeth. He can see Sukuna smiling and watching with a cheek propped on one of his hands as he offers the fruit to his stomach. The tongue wets beneath the boy’s chin with another eager swipe, catches the apple with the tip of his tongue, and then swallows it whole.
“Such a tease.” The curse chuckles.
Megumi smiles coyly. Sukuna sits up and he climbs up on impulse so he’s straddling one of his large thighs. They have a process, a rhythm, an agreement made without words. And there’s nothing underneath the folds of Megumi's kimono, there never is. He rests his bare lips on him and hopes it's enough to entice him to partake.
One of Sukuna’s hands reaches beside them to a bottle that he lifts and pours into the adjacent saucer. The same hand brings the saucer to Megumi’s lips. He takes a healthy mouthful of the chilled wine, it’s tart but tinged with sweetness, and when the ceramic drifts away, he hovers close to Sukuna’s face. He waits for his lips to part before pressing against them. The alcohol warmed by his mouth rolls slowly into Sukuna’s, and Megumi feels the gulp in the curses throat with his thumbs. The sigh he lets out churns the fire in Megumi’s guts and he rubs his cunt forward and back atop his thigh.
Sukuna chuckles again and Megumi knows he can feel it, how badly he wants it.
“You’ll be exquisite,” Sukuna starts their process. “There won’t be anything but bones once I’m done savoring you.”
His tongue slides out of his stomach and Megumi swipes the tips of his little fingers across the bumps.
“Where will you start?” he asks almost innocently, but there’s nothing innocent about it, there’s only sensuous yearning.
“With those pretty fingers of course.”
The tongue licks beneath his wrist again wraps around said fingers and draws him in. The large lips close around his hand and suck, the tug rushes up his arm and his head rolls back with a moan.
“Then those lovely arms,” Sukuna’s voice lowers and he pulls Megumi close to speak near his ear.
Megumi’s hand slips free from his stomach mouth with a wet pop and he braces with soaked fingers splayed against the muscles of Sukuna’s torso. A shiver sizzles down his spine as he imagines it.
“Next those legs, I’ll take extra care with those thighs, they’re so tender they’ll melt in my mouth.”
Megumi grinds down searching for friction to his clit and gasps when Sukuna pecks his throat.
“I’ll be gentle on those soft parts, you know. I want your blood to fill my mouth like the juice from those apples.”
He remembers the cracks and spurting and he’s throbbing, slicking all over Sukuna’s thigh, bucking like he can’t help it.
“I’ll swallow every drop.”
Sukuna grabs his chin and they stare straight at one another, Megumi a writhing animal in his firm grip.
“Last will be those gorgeous eyes.”
Megumi whines and clutches wherever he can, he’s on the edge imagining it, bucking and bouncing to the rhythm of the curse’s murmurs.
“I can taste it already, the best of you bursting in my mouth.”
Whiny “ah’s” slip from Megumi’s gaping mouth and he erupts, the glazed green of his irises disappears back into his skull and his legs clamp down. His juices flood atop Sukuna’s thigh and he goes limp against his broad chest, hand falling to pet the tongue tenderly lapping at his belly, ready to clean him up the moment he grants it access.
“Tomorrow,” Sukuna says.
Megumi presses his flushed face into Sukuna’s thick neck, a smile pulls at his lips.
“I look forward to it.”
He catches a soft thudding much like a heartbeat and thinks curses… they don’t have hearts. He’s probably just imagining it. Though he doesn’t imagine the “tomorrow.” He’s heard it forty times before and he’s sure, he’ll hear it a thousand times more.