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The fullness in his throat, the fuzziness in his head, the complete shutting of the world out.
The steady
in
out
in
out
Slow, cathartic.
“Don’t worry about the mess, or what you look like right now. This is about my pleasure, not what you look like. Let it go, Megumi.”
Strong hands grasped the back of his head, steadying.
"Hold."
Hips thrust inside, driving his cock deep- so deep. Soft skin of testicles pressing against his chin. Breathing meant nothing. He didn’t need to breathe the air. He needed the hips against his face to push that cock deeper down his throat, wanted to feel it touch the bottom of his lungs-
It pulled out slowly, gently. “Breathe.”
A shaky inhale through the slime his own body was producing. Only a second of reprieve before the flesh pressed back inside his willing mouth. His aggressor so kind, giving permission to continue.
“Look so good like this, around my cock.”
Tears streamed down his cheeks, snot and saliva overflowing. He cared about none of it. He was told to let it go – he obeyed.
The pressure in his throat amplified, the vibrator deep inside his ass ignored, favoring the heaviness in his throat instead of his greedy hole.
In
Out
In
Out
Nothing but Sukuna’s voice, easing him through, guiding. The deep timbre washing through his veins, captivating. Hands so gentle on his head, caressing.
“So good. You take me so well.”
A moan escaped his vocal cords. His own cock, so neglected, so heavy between his legs. So turned on from his treatment. His complete reverence for Sukuna.
He needed nothing but this, this bliss of servicing. Utter submission.
“Hold.”
Another moan as Sukuna pushed impossibly closer, impossibly deeper. The flesh twitched along his tongue, non-verbal confirmation how much this was being enjoyed.
“Such a good boy for me. Open.”
Megumi obeyed, his tongue dropping out, allowing the shallow thrusting along the warm cavern while he caught his breath.
“Again.”
Lips tightened back around the member. Fingers danced along his neck, feeling the cock thrusting through his flesh. Touching how deep it went inside. Sukuna, never one to be vocal, groaned in complete awe.
“Such talent. That’s it baby, take it.”
In
Out
In
Out
Cerulean blinked up through the tears, wanting to burn that expression of pure bliss, the utmost pleasure, looking down on him into his memory forever.
It seemed to be the tipping point. With a groan and gritted teeth, thrusting slowed as Megumi’s prize spilled into his mouth. His own eyes rolled back at the revelation of Sukuna orgasming down his throat. The liquid he’d worked so hard for, was so good for – so much of it, but he wasn’t told to swallow-
“Eyes on me.”
Megumi looked up while leaving his jaw slack, so willing for more. He could feel the cum slipping down his chin.
Vermilion bore down on his, down into his soul. His everything.
“Come.”
His right hand instantly wrapped around his neglected dick. It had wept so much from the neglect, so much precum pooled underneath. From the single command, that single touch paired with the forgotten vibrator he was suddenly acutely aware had been abusing his prostate – it took two pumps before screaming out and his own orgasm erupted, all the while never losing that intense eye contact.
Megumi panted, not once swallowing, still holding the useless flesh between his legs. Body still in aftershocks of what had to be the strongest orgasm of his life. Still watching that face break into a large grin as he gazed down upon Megumi’s dreamy expression.
Barely registered that Gojo had walked up next to them, putting a comradely hand onto Sukuna’s bare shoulder.
“You trained him well. He’s so sloppy now! But now it’s my turn…”
~end~