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It’s been decided that Itadori would go home with Fushiguro over the holiday break. Originally, Itadori is the one to ask the other to come home with him, all nerves and fidgets, because he worries Fushiguro will think things between them are moving too fast. And when the raven haired man says no, Yuuji thinks that means the end of their relationship.
It doesn’t, of course. Yuuji is just paranoid since it’s taken so long to get Megumi to agree to date him. He still isn’t sure if their relationship is genuine or out of convenience, and he hopes spending the break together would determine that.
Easing Yuuji’s qualms, Megumi explains he has family he is only able to see during long breaks like this, and doesn’t have a choice in the matter. When the raven offers to take Itadori home with him instead, the pinkett lights up and agrees without much thought to the idea.
Yuuji now realizes his mistake in agreeing so quickly. Since he isn’t going home for the holidays, his brother, Ryomen Sukuna, the notorious alcoholic and highschool dropout, will be tagging along with them to Fushiguro’s house.
***
“How the fuck much longer?”
Megumi cringes, still getting over the whiplash he experienced when he saw Yuuji’s brother for the first time. To say the siblings are complete opposites is a total understatement. Itadori Yuuji, Megumi’s sun, his shining bright light in his life, is somehow related to the dark, horrifying sea of assholishness that is Ryomen Sukuna. Fushiguro doesn’t bother to question why their last names are different, still busy processing how they came from the same parents.
“We’re almost there, Ryo, can you relax please? You’ve asked that question like five times in the past twenty minutes.” Yuuji sighs. The younger pinkett offers his boyfriend an apologetic look, but said man is too focused on the road to notice. Itadori opts for a hand on Fushiguro’s thigh instead, giving it a gentle squeeze for good measure. At the groan he hears from the back set, Yuuji remembers they had an audience.
“You two make me gag.” Sukuna grumbles, kicking his feet up against the back of Yuuji’s chair and aiming his murderous glare out the window. “I know you’ve got a nice piece of ass there, Yuuji, but spare me from any more PDA before I go fucking blind.”
Seething at his brother for calling Fushiguro a, quote, ‘nice piece of ass’, Yuuji jumps into the backseat to tackle his brother, the duo grappling and cursing at each other for the rest of the car ride. Megumi resorts to turning up the radio full blast in lieu of listening to the brothers’ quarreling.
***
They arrive about two hours later, Sukuna having done his fair share of complaining during the trip, driving Fushiguro to contemplate whether inviting the older brother was a good idea.
However, the raven haired man feels better once he parks in front of his childhood home, and chalks his negativity up to the stress of the highway. Fushiguro hops out of the car, relieved to no longer be behind the wheel, and takes his time stretching his body after the long ride. Yuuji is helpless to stare, paying rapt attention to the way Fushiguro’s button down stretches across his shoulders and accentuates his waist, his gaze ultimately (and shamelessly) landing on his ass.
A smack to the back of his head snaps Yuuji out of his daze, turning to see Sukuna giving him a disapproving look.
“Control yourself, lover boy.” Sukuna drawls, smirking as Yuuji’s face turns red from being caught.
The trio makes their way up the steps towards the Fushiguro residence, and before Megumi can pull out his key to unlock the door, it’s flung open to reveal-
“G-Gojo Sensei?” Yuuji squawks, nearly dropping his bags in shock. “What are you-”
“Gumi!” Gojo gushes, pulling the raven into a crushing embrace. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“I just saw you yesterday.” Megumi deadpans with a roll of his eyes.
“I don’t- how- you two know each other?” Yuuji asks, watching his boyfriend get smothered by his old professor. Sukuna picks at his teeth with disinterest.
“Ah, Yuuji, he’s- Gojo, let me go!” Fushiguro finally manages to peel himself away from the other man and places his luggage in the older man’s hands as a replacement of himself, “Gojo is my step dad.”
Yuuji balks, somehow having not realized his former professor doubles as his boyfriend’s father, despite having known both men for three years.
“Yuuji-kun!” Gojo greets, clapping a firm hand none-too-gently on Itadori’s shoulder. He leans in close, bending down so blacked out sunglasses tip just enough to barely expose his crystalline eyes, “So you’re the one who’s stolen my little Gumi’s heart!”
Yuuji feels himself begin to sweat, forcing the best smile he could muster on his face to feign happiness towards the teacher. Gojo continues to stare, analyzing Yuuji’s every move.
“What’s wrong with you? You constipated or somethin’?” Sukuna sneers, sensing his brother’s distress and chuckling at the glares he receives from the couple.
“Gojo, stop it.” Fushiguro hisses, pulling his father’s hand from his boyfriend’s shoulder and shoving him back inside the house. Megumi tires of his dad's over-protectiveness, Gojo being well aware his son could take care of himself just fine. Megumi rarely brings anyone home to meet his family, but any time he does Gojo does the whole Threatening Scary Dad thing which only serves to piss Megumi off. Yuuji gives his boyfriend a grateful look and wipes the sweat from his forehead, following Megumi inside with Sukuna in tow.
***
“How come you never told me Gojo-Sensei was your dad? Or that you had two dads? Or that you had three other sisters? Or that your family is rich? Or that-”
“
Yuuji.”
Megumi groans, “Is now really the time to be talking about this?”
Megumi had brought Yuuji up to his childhood room, which was where the couple would be sleeping during the holiday, and Fushiguro had been set on unpacking and organizing his things from university. But then, Itadori grabbed him from behind while he was bending down to dig through his suitcase and began to jokingly dry hump him until it wasn’t a joke anymore and now-
Now Yuuji is balls deep inside of his boyfriend, and he genuinely wants to talk about Megumi’s entire life history. Honestly, Megumi isn’t too shocked.
“I just, I dunno, I guess I realized we don’t really know that much about each other’s families and past and,” Yuuji pauses his thought to resume thrusting, causing Megumi to let out a stuttered moan, “And we should know more about each other! I mean now we’re dating and this is your childhood home and I have to meet your sisters soon and-”
“Yuuji, oh fuck- Yuuji,” Megumi gasps, pulling Itadori’s face closer to his own to kiss him silent, “Please, ngh, for the love of god, would you stop talk- ah - stop talking about my family while you’re fucking me?”
Yuuji stops thrusting for only a moment to laugh at his boyfriend’s exasperation, then starts to move once more, increasing the power behind each flex of his hips. Megumi lets out a desperate cry, head flying back, exposing his throat. Yuuji sees the invitation and bends down to scatter licks and bites across it. The pistoning of Yuuji’s hips and nibbles on his neck serve to drive Megumi crazy, bringing him steadily closer to release.
Fushiguro lets small grunts with each thrust of Yuuji’s, toes curling when the pinkett grabs the backs of his knees to get a better angle inside of the other.
“F-Fuck!” Megumi shouts, before a firm hand clapps against his mouth.
“Gumi,” Yuuji pants between thrusts, closing his eyes for a second to bask in his pleasure, “You need to be quiet, there’s- fuck, there’s other people in this house.”
Megumi just moans against the other’s calloused hand, tears forming in his eyes as he is overtaken in pleasure. With each push of Yuuji’s hips, his sweet spot is beaten against, and before he knows it, Megumi is cumming between the two of them.
“Fuck, Gumi!” Yuuji gasps, spilling his own seed inside of his boyfriend as the heat around his cock spasms and clenches. “Fuck,” He gasps, laying his spent body on top of Fushiguro. “So good, so good for me.”
The pair caught their breaths together, laying in a sweaty heap for a few moments longer before separating and rising to shower. Yuuji chuckles at Megumi’s limping walk, and earns himself a punch to the back of his head.
***
Sukuna is a complete ignorant asshole.
This is the conclusion Megumi makes in the day and a half he has known him. He tries his hardest to connect with the older, scarier brother, and that’s a pretty big fucking deal in Megumi’s eyes because he never makes an effort at socializing. Ever.
But no matter what he says, however many questions or conversation initiations he presents to Sukuna, the tattooed man only responds with a grunt, eyeroll, or sometimes nothing at all. Normally, Megumi wouldn’t think to associate himself with someone who is as much of a dickwad as Sukuna is, but the asshole is Itadori’s only family, and it’s important for Megumi to get along with him, no matter how frustrating the process is.
“Good morning, Sukuna.” Megumi greets, surprised the man is awake at 7:30 in the morning, as Megumi is usually the first one up. “How did you sleep?”
Fushiguro receives a sideways glance and a sneer from the couch Sukuna in response to his question. The tattooed man had claimed the spot as soon as he arrived at the house and had yet to move from it. Megumi sighs, his signature frown splaying across his face as he takes a seat at the kitchen counter and waits for the coffee to finish brewing.
When it beeps, he stands and sleepily fumbles for a mug. He feels dark, almost red eyes following his movements, which he ignores.
“I can see your fucking hickeys.” Is what comes from the couch, making Megumi’s prominent pout deepen. He turns and musters his most piercing glare towards the other brother, who merely smirks at Megumi’s annoyance.
Grumbling to himself, Fushiguro sets to work on fixing himself a cup of coffee, too tired from last night’s antics to be bothered by Sukuna’s instigating. Megumi is in the middle of pouring his coffee when he feels hands envelope his waist, thick fingers spanning across his lithe stomach.
“Good morning.” Yuuji whispers into Megumi’s ear, voice raspy with sleep. The couple ignores the audible gag which comes from the couch, Sukuna stomping out of the room not a second later. Yuuji noses behind Megumi’s ear, kissing the spot he knows is sensitive and giving it a small nibble. The reaction is immediate, Fushiguro jolting with an audible yelp and nearly dropping the coffee pot.
“Asshole.” He mumbles. Yuuji laughs, his hands encasing Megumi’s torso giving a subtle squeeze.
“You’re so tiny, Gumi.” Yuuji murmurs, “Look, my hands wrap all the way around your waist. Fit perfectly for me. Always so perfect.”
Megumi is helpless against the blush and full bodied shudder which washes over him, feeling both his own and Yuuji’s dick begin to fill.
“Enough,” Megumi chides, turning back enough to look at Yuuji from the side of his eye, “My sisters will be home in an hour and I’d like to be composed when they arrive.” Yuuji smiles and nods, giving Megumi a kiss on the cheek before retreating and starting his own breakfast.
Megumi’s eldest sister, Tsumiki, took the twins, Nanako and Mimiko, to the city to see the decorated trees and browse the pop up shops set up during the holidays. It had been an overnight trip, one which Megumi had absolutely no interest in taking part of.
“We should go there for a date!” Yuuji says as he takes a seat beside his lover with two plates. Megumi makes a face when Itadori places a plate of eggs, sausage and toast on the table in front of him. “And don’t frown. You need more than just coffee for breakfast.” Yuuji’s lecturing only makes him frown more.
“No to both things.” Megumi says as he sips his coffee and pulls out his phone to tap through. At Yuuji’s overdramatic squawk, he sighs and puts the device down. “What.”
“You don’t want to go to the city with me?” Yuuji cries, genuine tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Flustered, Megumi attempts to calm him down. “I- Yuuji, it’s not that I don’t want to go with you, it’s just- ah…” Megumi sighs and drags a hand through his hair, unprepared to have this conversation. “It’s just that I don’t really like all the,” He waves a hand through the air for emphasis, “Christmassy stuff.”
He sighs again when all his explanation earns him is a balk, Yuuji looking as if he is seconds away from mentally combusting. “You mean, like, Christmas lights? And Christmas trees? And presents? And caroling? And hot chocolate? And literally the best parts of the holidays?”
Megumi rubs his temples, a headache already forming to accompany the ache in his ass he has from last night.
“You’re giving me a migraine.” He mumbles. “I guess I just never experienced that kind of stuff as a kid. My…” Megumi trails off and swallows, avoiding eye contact with Yuuji, “My dad, he… he left Tsumiki and I when I was born. Abandoned us, I mean. And by the time Gojo and Getou came into the picture, I was set on the obnoxieties of Christmas being ridiculous as a defense mechanism.”
At his boyfriend’s silence, Fushiguro blushes and finally looks at Yuuji to gauge his reaction. Tears that had previously formed finally spill, and before Megumi can do anything about it, Itadori tackles him in a full body hug, resulting in the couple falling to the floor.
“Gumi! Gumi, I’m so sorry! I had no idea!” Yuuji cries into his boyfriend’s breastbone, “I swear I’m gonna make this the best Christmas ever for you! I promise!” Megumi just sighs, head falling back to lay against the ground. He watches Sukuna’s feet enter, then immediately pivots out of the kitchen.
Regardless of his annoyance towards the holidays, Megumi can’t help the small smile which graces his features at Yuuji’s words.
***
“Megumi!”
Two girls, one with a brunette bob and one with longer, dirty blonde hair run up to Megumi and embrace him. The blonde whips out her phone and takes an obnoxious selfie of the three of them, immediately posting it to whatever social media platform kids use these days.
Yuuji stands awkwardly to the side, watching as the young girls bombard Megumi with questions he clearly had no intention of answering. Itadori lets out an awkward cough, unintentionally drawing attention to himself from the three.
“Who the hell are you?” the blonde asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion towards him. Yuuji begins to sweat once more under the scrutiny of Megumi’s family, unsure of how to handle two teenage girls.
“Girls,” Megumi says, and Yuuji couldn’t help but notice how motherly Megumi is towards the twins, “This is Itadori Yuuji, my boyfriend.”
Silence, before all hell breaks loose. The twins shriek, rushing over to the pinkett and fussing with him, pulling on his clothes and arms and demanding him to answer the plethora of questions they were now throwing at him. Overwhelmed, Yuuji gives up in even attempting to follow what they were saying. He looks to his boyfriend, desperate for help, but all Megumi offers is an apologetic smile.
Finally, the girls calm down enough so Yuuji can pry their hands off of his sweatshirt and break free from the interrogation. Megumi chuckles at his panic and shakes his head in fondness.
“This,” He points at the one with a bob, “Is Mimiko. And this,” He points at the girl with the longer hair, ''is Nanako. They’re the twins Getou adopted, also known as the spawns of Satan.” The girls roll their eyes at their older brother, Mimiko throwing the little doll she held in her hands against Megumi’s arm in annoyance.
“At least I didn’t bring a boy home! Boys are gross!” She says while Nanako sticks her tongue out at the couple. The men just laugh, unable to take the young girls seriously. The twins, as teenage girls do, proceed to sit at the kitchen table and pull out their phones, swiping through instagram and sending each other tik toks.
“Well they’re quite a handful.” Yuuji laments, Megumi nodding in agreement.
“Very much so. Even when they were infants they were like that, always feeding off each other’s annoyingness.” Megumi says. Yuuji throws an arm around Megumi’s waist and pulls him in for a kiss on the cheek, uncaring of their audience.
“Gross!” Nanako yells as Mimiko laughs at her sister.
“Where’s Miki?” Megumi asks, frowning when the girls just shrug. “How don’t you know? Didn’t she drive you home?”
“She’s still in the car, I guess.” Nanako supplies.
As if on cue, a woman Yuuji doesn’t recognize enters the house, flustered and carrying way too many bags. Immediately, Yuuji jumps into action, relieving the woman of her load and taking a few bags in each hand..
“Ah, thank you!” The woman says, marching up to the table the twins occupy and dropping the bags in front of them. “I thought I said you two needed to come back outside and help me with these?” At the girls’ shrugs, the woman dons the familiar grimace Yuuji is used to seeing on Megumi.
“Is that-?” Megumi nods at Yuuji’s question.
“Megumi!” The couple hears from across the room, and once again Megumi is being attacked by an embrace. Tsumiki snuggles against her brother, pinching at his cheeks and laughing at his groan of annoyance. “Are you eating enough? You’re so thin! Ah, these eye bags, you need to take better care of yourself, Megs!” Yuuji smiles, happy to see his boyfriend get fussed over by his sister. “And these depressing clothes-!”
“Hi, Miki.” He says, cutting her off as he peels her body from his and escapes her crushing hug. Megumi tugs his boyfriend forward by the arm, “Miki, this is-”
“Itadori Yuuji!” She addresses, holding out her hand and giving a firm shake when Yuuji takes it. “Megs has told me so much about you!”
“Megumi talks about me?” Yuuji asks, giving his boyfriend a teasing look. Said man blushes and hides his face behind his collar in lieu of a response.
Tsumiki is beautiful. She has glossy brown hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, and long bangs which frame her face. She doesn’t look anything like Fushiguro, which begs the question of whether they are blood related. Her features are soft, smile softer. Tsumiki wears a genuine smile, sweet but with an obvious edge, most likely due to childhood hardships.
“Of course he does! You’re all he ever talks about anymore!” She says, smiling at Megumi’s grumble of annoyance. She grabs Yuuji by the collar, pulling his face down and blocking the two from Megumi’s heated gaze, “You make him very happy, Itadori,” She whispers as a dangerous glint overtakes her eyes, “But if you hurt him, I won’t hesitate to hurt you back.”
Fearful, Itadori nods vigorously. Tsumiki pulls back and displays her kind smile once more, satisfied with the man’s answer. From there, the three adults work to help unpack Tsumiki’s car and get the girls settled in. A little while later, Getou and Gojo emerge from their bedroom, rubbing sleep from their eyes and graciously accepting the mugs of coffee offered to them.
It’s all really nice. Domestic. Something Megumi can see himself having for the rest of his life. And Yuuji seems to fit right in with his family, his humor and charm and general Itadori-ness serving to pair perfectly with the dynamic in the house.
Megumi just couldn’t help but notice someone was missing from the picture.
***
Getou is a kind man, Yuuji determines. He enjoys reading and gardening, and typically keeps to himself. He is quiet and calm, and frankly the complete opposite of his husband. Yuuji can tell Megumi takes after him.
Attentive to their guest, Getou jumps at any opportunity to include Yuuji in conversation, something which Gojo is clearly not fond of.
“What do you think, Yuuji?” He asks, soft eyes purposefully ignoring the sheer blue ones which shoot him an annoyed look. Megumi and Tsumiki had gone out to buy baking supplies, and to spend some, quote, ‘sibling time’ together according to the woman, leaving Yuuji to fend for himself against the parents. Sukuna is there too, of course, but doesn’t bother to even try to engage in conversation.
“I personally prefer cake over pie,” Gojo now directs his murderous glare towards the boy, “B-but either is good!” Yuuji nervously adds on. Getou sighs, giving a smack to the back of Gojo’s head before shoving a bag of trash into his husband’s arms.
“Go take this outside. And stop with the glaring, you’re going to get wrinkles.” Getou says. Gojo opens his mouth to complain until Getou shoots him a glare of his own, leaving no room for argument. The stare-off continues until the white hair man stomps out of the kitchen mumbling to himself. His husband shakes his head in both fondness and agitation. “Sorry, he’s a bit of a manchild sometimes.”
Yuuji shakes his own head at that, “It’s fine, really. He just hates me is all.” At Getou’s questioning brow raise, Yuuji is prompted to continue. “His class was an 8 am lecture, which happened to be right after morning football practice. I… may have fallen asleep a few times during it.”
If there's one thing Gojo hates, it’s being ignored. He made that very clear to Yuuji when he would keep him after class every time he was caught snoozing and would re-teach the lecture to him. Gojo even threatened to make his participation grade a zero if Itadori refused to stay behind.
“It’s not even that big of a deal, but I was the only student he did that to! Hell, I knew some kids who didn’t even go to his class at all, or some that fell asleep during it too, but he couldn’t give less of a damn about them!” Yuuji huffs, head falling into his hands in frustration, while Getou just laughs.
“So that was you, was it?” Yuuji looks up, confused as Getou continues, “Gojo told me all about the student who was notorious for dozing off while he was teaching. Says you were a real nuisance, especially since you sat right in the middle of the hall so couldn’t ignore you if he tried. You really ticked him off.”
Yuuji whines, only growing further distressed at the fact that Megumi’s other dad’s image of him is effectively spoiled, too.
“But, you know what he also says?” Getou asks, and Yuuji lifts his head with a shake. “He says you were one of the nicest kids he’d ever met. Gojo had seen you with Megumi through the halls and whatnot, and you know how few friends he has. But the first time Gojo saw you with Megumi, he called me and practically busted my eardrum because of his yelling. He was so excited, Itadori.”
Yuuji’s eyes light up, growing glassy. Gojo… likes him? It couldn’t be…
“Then why’d he make such a big deal out of my sleeping during his class?”
Getou smiles, and Yuuji watches his eyes crinkle closed from the action. “Because he wants you to do well, of course! Itadori, Gojo couldn’t give less of a damn if a student fails his class, but him going out of his way to reteach you the material is his way of showing he cares about you. You annoy him, sure, but you’re also important to him and to Megumi.”
Yuuji’s eyes go wide, the new perspective of how his professor really feels about him is a mind blowing ordeal. And here he thought Gojo despised him all this time!
“I see.” Yuuji says, smiling softly and closing his eyes in contentment. He was truly relieved at the prospect, glad that not only did one Megumi’s dads like him, but both! “Thank you, Getou. Seriously. You have no idea how stressed I was about all this.”
Getou smiles back, “Megumi cares about you a whole lot, and that’s,” Getou chuckles, “That’s a pretty big deal, in my eyes and Gojo’s. Ever since he’s met you, even, he’s been so much more open and lively. I mean, the way he looks at you, Itadori.”
The pinkett blushes, growing bashful under the unprecedented praise from the older man. Just then, Gojo bursts back through the kitchen door, obnoxiously puffing out his chest and positioning himself next to his husband in a protective manner. His bottom lip is pulled up in a sneer as he stares disapprovingly at Yuuji.
“Babe,” Getou murmures beside him, “Enough.” He pinches at Gojo’s ear, said man letting out a yelp.
“Ow ow ow!” Gojo whines, “Okay, okay! I get it!” Getou releases his hold with an amused huff. Rubbing his ear, Gojo turns to his student, “Yuuji, would you like to help me with dinner?”
Yuuji just laughs and nods, happy Gojo’s facade of distaste for himself is over. He stands, rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands while Gojo pulls out various ingredients from their fridge.
He’s misjudged Gojo entirely. Seeing him in such a domestic environment and without the image of his old professor being tainted by the internal bias that he hates him makes Yuuji realize that perhaps staying at Megumi’s home is truly destiny.
***
“You’re making the face again.” Yuuji says. Megumi huffs through his nose and pulls his mouth off of his boyfriend’s cock.
“I am not. I’m just focused.
Yuuji laughs and shakes his head, “As much as I’d like to believe you’re that concentrated on my dick, I can practically smell you overthinking.”
Megumi sighs, giving up the act and resting his face against Yuuji’s thigh.
“I think Sukuna hates me.” He mumbles. Yuuji is quiet, rubbing the hand that’s in Megumi’s hair against his scalp in thought.
“No,” Yuuji begins, “He just hates the world. He’s angry at it, y’know?” Megumi cocks his head, both in prompting and to push against Yuuji’s hand. “Ah, could we maybe discuss this when my dick isn’t two inches from your face? It’s kinda distracting.”
Megumi snorts, feeling better after expressing his thoughts out loud and glad to not have it pestering his mind anymore. He leans back in, determined to finish what he started, and takes Yuuji back into his mouth.
The man above him lets out a satisfied sigh, the hand in Megumi’s hair giving a gentle squeeze. Yuuji closes his eyes in pleasure as he feels Megumi’s lips wrap around his cock, his tongue working against the vein which ran along the underside of it and his cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
Megumi moves forward, taking more of Yuuji into his mouth and pulling him towards the back of his throat. He pauses when the head touches the soft palate in his mouth, putting his hands on Yuuji’s strong thighs to brace himself before bringing his head down closer to the other’s crotch.
Inch by inch, Megumi presses forward, shoulders jerking as he fights against a gag, hands squeezing against Yuuji’s legs for a split second until he represses it. Finally, his lips kiss Yuuji’s pelvis, nose pressing against his boyfriend’s lower stomach. Yuuji exhales shakily, second hand moving to join the other in Megumi’s hair, and presses down. Megumi’s body spasms, throat contracting around Yuuji’s cock which rests deep within him. Then, Itadori starts to move.
A loud, muffled gurgle erupts from the depths of Megumi’s throat, convulsing as Yuuji’s hips begin to shallowly thrust against his mouth. Fushiguro moans around the intrusion, one hand leaving its spot on Yuuji’s thigh to shove into his pants and stroke against his own needy cock.
Looking down and seeing Megumi’s desperation for release, Yuuji moves his foot to press against the tent in his boyfriend’s pants while keeping the pace with his hips. Megumi whines around Yuuji’s cock, throat squelching and spit running down the sides of his mouth from the abuse his face takes. Yuuji groans, the sight of his boyfriend so debauched too much for him to handle.
“Fuck, Gumi, fuck.” He groans, hips lifting off the bed while keeping Megumi’s head pressed against his crotch. “So good, feels so good, Gumi. Love your throat.” One of Yuuji’s hands releases it’s bruising grip on Megumi’s head to brush sweaty bangs out of the way so he can stare into emerald green eyes.
Fushiguro looks truly fucked out, sporting a bright red blush, spit running down his chin and a cock stretching his lips wide. Even while he’s choking on Yuuji’s cock, his cheeks are hollow, still suctioned around the throbbing muscle. It’s Megumi’s eyes that make Yuuji’s hips increase in pace. They are blissfully unfocused, Megumi totally unthinking and out of touch with the present. All he is capable of thinking about is Itadori’s cock, his mind being reduced to sucking the dick blocking up his throat.
It’s these thoughts that bring Yuuji to climax, cumming with a gasp and a shudder down his boyfriend’s throat. Megumi comes a moment later, hand rubbing himself to his own completion as he swallows down Yuuji’s seed. Itadori pushes his hips forward shallowly a few more times, fucking his come as deep down into Megumi’s gullet as it could go.
Finally, Megumi is allowed breath, and he rips himself off of Yuuji’s cock as soon as his boyfriend releases the iron-clad hold on his head. Due to lack of oxygen and the daze sucking Yuuji’s cock had given him, Megumi loses his balance and falls back onto the floor as he fights to catch his breath.
“Gumi? Fuck,” Yuuji hops off the bed to get level with his boyfriend while tucking himself back inside his pants. “Fuck, was I too rough?” Yuuji cradles the back of Megumi’s head and pulls him up to lean on his sturdy body.
Megumi shakes his head, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe the stray spit and come that lingers on his mouth. “S’ okay,” Megumi says horsley, “Was perfect, Yuu.”
Yuuji smiles, using a thumb to wipe at the stray tears which drip down Megumi’s face. He kisses the raven haired man’s cheek, post-orgasm making him overly affectionate.
After the couple clean themselves up, they resume their conversation from before, cuddled together on Megumi’s bed.
“Sukuna’s the way he is because of me.” Yuuji says into the top of Megumi’s mess of hair.
Megumi frowns, because surely that wasn’t true.
“Even before me, though, people treated him like shit. His eyes, you know how they’re kinda reddish? They were, like,
super
red when he was born. People said really nasty things about him when he was younger, cause of his eyes. Called him a devil child and acted like he was some kind of monster.” Yuuji sighs, eyes closing, “But he was just a kid. He didn’t deserve any of that.”
Megumi nods against Itadori’s chest, cringing to himself because he vividly remembers referring to the twins as spawns of Satan to Yuuji as a joke.
“My parents didn’t treat him like that, though. Loved him a whole lot. And then…” Yuuji trails off, and Megumi pretends not to notice how he can feel the other man’s chin wobble against the top of his head, “Then our mom died because she gave birth to me. She didn’t make it through the labor.”
Megumi holds onto Yuuji tighter, wanting to tell him It’s not your fault, but he’s sure Yuuji has heard that enough times already. He remains quiet but maintains his hold on the other as if to say I’m here, I’m listening.
“Dad didn’t take it well, and he- fuck, he offed himself three days later, in a car accident. I can’t even imagine being Sukuna and dealing with the death of both parents in less than a week.” Yuuji’s hold on Megumi tightens, “I was lucky cause I don’t even remember them, not that I deserved that.” Yuuji releases a shuddering sigh and takes a few moments to compose himself before continuing.
“Strangest thing is, Sukuna wasn’t even sad about the whole ordeal. At least, that’s what Nanamin told me. Oh, that’s the man my dad knew from work who took us in after everything, he was the closest thing to family we had left.” Yuuji pauses again to swallow, “But, yeah, Sukuna didn’t mourn or anything. He was just… angry. He was pissed at the world, at our father. says he was a coward for leaving his children like that, used to call him weak everytime I asked about him when I was a kid. And if there’s one thing Sukuna hates, it’s weakness.”
Megumi is quiet, pulling away from his boyfriend for a second to grab the cup of water left on the nightstand from the night before and offer it to Yuuji. The pinkett accepts it graciously, taking a couple strong gulps before giving it back over to Megumi and resuming his spot on the pillow below. He opens his arms and beckons Megumi to join in an embrace.
“Nanamin passed away some years later, too. Was a cop, got stuck in a shootout and didn't make it out alive. He saved a ton of people, though. By that time, Sukuna was in highschool and I was in middle, and we were left to fend for ourselves. We got the inheritance from our parents and some from Nanamin, but that only lasted, like, two or three years before money became so tight that there were nights Sukuna refused to eat so I didn’t go to bed hungry.”
Megumi feels his lip start to wobble at the thought, damning himself for being too critical of Sukuna without knowing anything about him. Imagining little Yuuji and Sukuna entirely alone, forced to grow up too fast breaks Megumi’s heart.
“He ended up dropping out of highschool to make time for work, and to keep me in school. God, one night-” Yuuji’s voice cracks and his words are interrupted by a soft sob, “One night, I asked him about it. I was so confused why he stopped walking with me to school in the morning and why I never saw him walking in the halls. And he says to me- fuck, ”
Yuuji’s body wracked with sobs, years of repressed memories coming back up in full force because he’d never had anyone to talk about it with. Fat, hot tears wet the shoulder of Megumi’s sweater, who hugs Yuuji tighter and rubs his back while he cries.
“It’s okay,” Megumi murmurs, “It’s alright. Let it out, Yuuji.”
And he does, crying and hiccuping against his boyfriend for another seven minutes, until his eyes can no longer produce tears and his nose is wet from snot.
“Sorry, god, Gumi, I’m sorry.” Yuuji mutters, vigorously rubbing at his forearm. “I should be over this, but I’ve never-” He swallows and composes himself, “I’ve never told anyone about this.”
Megumi nods against Yuuji’s chest, understanding.
“Sukuna said that- that he dropped out cause he knew he was a lost cause. Said I needed to stay in school, get into a good college and make a real living out of myself cause he thought he didn’t have a chance at that, says he had no future.” Yuuji shook his head, despair being replaced with fury, “Those assholes, they made him think he was a freak. And our dad, god. At first, I didn’t understand his anger towards him. But now, I get it. Our dad made him feel like he wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth staying alive for. Sukuna was dealt a shitty card in life, Gumi. It’s not that he hates you, he hates the world for what it did to him.”
“He has every right to.” Megumi says softly, still processing everything Yuuji says. “God, I feel like an asshole, now.”
Yuuji shakes his head, stroking the back of Megumi’s head, “Don’t, seriously. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he likes you. He likes strong people, and he can tell you don’t take any BS.”
Megumi giggles, peeking his head out from Yuuji’s chest to smile up at him. The pinkett returned it, albeit sad, but a smile nonetheless. He strains his neck down, pecking Megumi on the nose. The hands Yuuji had around Megumi’s waist trail lower until they found the round globes of his ass.
Fushiguro raises a brow at his boyfriend, and rolls his eyes when Yuuji gives a squeeze.
“You’re insatiable.” Megumi says.
***
The next morning, Megumi feels odd. Not particularly bad, just odd. He has a funny feeling in his chest, that something is going to happen. Good or bad, he wasn’t sure.
He sits up in bed, the clock on the nightstand telling him it was 7:03 in the morning. Megumi looks to his right, smiling at Yuuji who is caught in the peacefulness of sleep. He leans down and leaves a kiss on Yuuji’s cheek before hopping out of bed to get himself a cup of coffee.
Unsurprisingly, Sukuna is up too. The knowledge from last night is still a lot, much more than he expected to receive when he’d first mentioned Sukuna’s distaste towards him. But it just shows how much Yuuji trusts him, how open he was the night before. Megumi feels a pang in his heart at the thought.
He makes his coffee and fixes two cups. Taking the mugs in his hand, he walks to the couch and leaves one on the table in front of Sukuna without a word. He isn’t even sure if he drinks coffee, but he doesn’t linger to find out, instead walking out the front door to the porch.
Megumi isn’t a huge art person, but sometimes scribbling his stress away helps him cope with things, get things onto paper without actually writing them out. He pulls out his sketchbook and draws to his heart's content, filling three pages of random shapes and lines which somewhat resemble objects. Slowly, he feels the tension in his shoulders and anxiety in his chest dim.
“I didn’t know you liked the draw.” Megumi looks up, seeing Yuuji barely managing to balance two plates of food and a cup of coffee in his hands.
“Thank you.” Megumi says, taking the plate Yuuji offers gratefully as the pinkett takes a seat beside him. “It’s more of a hobby. It helps me relax.”
Yuuji nods, taking a sip of coffee. “Can I see?” He pouts when Megumi shakes his head.
“I don’t show anyone.” Fushiguro explains, “It’s… It feels too personal, I don’t know.” He says with a shrug.
Yuuji smiles, “Okay.”
“Okay.” Megumi says back.
The couple share a look, Megumi finally relenting and giving Yuuji a soft kiss on the lips.
“Ugh, coffee breath.” He cringes as Yuuji belly laughs at him. Megumi can’t help but snort too.
“Megumi?” The two men turn, looking to see Tsumiki peeking her head out the front door. “Oh, good morning Itadori!”
“Good morning!” Yuuji says, giving a cheery smile.
“Megumi, can I talk to you? Erm, actually, can we go somewhere? Just the two of us. Please.” Megumi is alarmed by her subtle distress, something which most people wouldn’t pick up on. He rises, nodding and going back inside to grab a jacket.
“I’ll be back later, okay?” He says to Yuuji as he leaves, planting a peck on his cheek.
“Okay.”
Yuuji watches the siblings go, feeling a pull in his chest when he makes eye contact with Megumi in the front seat. He smiles from inside the car, and Yuuji feels an even stronger squeeze in his chest at the action before returning it.
He’s been experiencing that more and more, this odd little tug on his heart which only occurs when he’s around his boyfriend. It doesn’t take a detective to figure out what it is and what it means.
Yuuji loves Megumi. He’s been in love with him ever since their first tutoring session, when Megumi had taught him the laws of physics and whatnot, and Yuuji actually understood. He’d felt like kissing the other man, he was so happy. Actually, that’s exactly what he ended up doing. Before long, the pair had stumbled their way into Fushiguro’s bed and fucked like rabbits.
The only problem was telling the quiet man how he felt. Megumi can close up easily, and Yuuji would hate for Megumi to feel as if he was trying to move their relationship on too fast. God, it had taken months for Megumi to agree to date him, and Yuuji doesn’t want to lose that. He’s afraid of losing what they have and causing Megumi to pull back from him.
So he asks the one person he thinks can help him.
“I think I’m in love with your son!” Yuuji declares with a bow, unable to present the ordeal in any other way.
Gojo stares at him, eyes wide. Getou sits at the kitchen counter, not surprised in the slightest.
“Okay…” Gojo says, unsure of how to proceed. “Is this the thing where I give you my blessing, or-?”
“Ah, no- er, well, yes, but…” Yuuji flusters, blushing furiously and rubbing the back of his head in awkwardness, “It’s just, I’m not really sure how to tell him, and I thought you could help me since you know him the best.”
Gojo cheezes, rushing forward and embracing Yuuji in a crushing hold. “Awe, my little student is totally whipped! How adorable!” Getou shakes his head.
“Alright,” Gojo pulls back and holds up a finger, “Here’s what you gotta do.”
***
“I’m sorry this is so sudden, Megs.” Tsumiki begins, hanging her coat and purse on the chair before sitting down. She had driven them to a cafe a few blocks from the house. The waiter comes over and she orders a latte.
“It’s fine, Miki.” Megumi orders a black coffee. “Is everything alright? You’re worrying me.”
Tsumiki sighs and fishes out her phone. She taps it a few times, before finding what she’s looking for. Megumi braces himself for the worst.
“It’s our father,” Tsumiki says, “He contacted me. He wanted to meet up, apologize I think.” Her expression is solemn when she says “To you, mostly.”
Megumi is silent, but reaches out his hand to take the phone and read the text. He grimaces and gives it back.
He doesn’t remember his father, and is thankful for that. But the knowledge that he is still out there somewhere, living a separate life from his own kids, irks him, keeps him up some nights, makes him restless.
“Look, I know you don’t-”
“I don’t want to see him.” Megumi cuts his sister off, beyond furious the man thinks he can waltz back into their life just like that. “I’m sorry, Tsumiki, but I have no interest-”
“If you would let me finish,” She chides, “I was going to say that I know you don’t remember him, but perhaps that’s for the better. He chose to walk out on you, on us . If he didn’t want to be a part of our lives then, what possibly could have changed?”
Megumi nods, relieved his sister feels the same way. “You should go see him, though. Miki, I don’t want to hold you back from having a relationship with him again. I mean, he was there for most of your childhood, you have good memories with him.” But Tsumiki shakes her head.
“I’m not seeing him without you.” She says with a soft smile. “You’re my brother-”
“Step brother.”
Tsumiki rolls her eyes, “Shut up, now you’re being stupid.” Megumi chuckles and lets her continue. “You’re my brother, Megs. I’m not going to see our father without you.”
And despite all of the emotions flowing through him, the way his heart pounds at the prospect of putting a face to his biological father, he’s grateful for her words.
***
Megumi doesn’t remember the drive home from the cafe. Tsumiki can tell her brother is in a daze, and doesn’t try to make conversation. She knows how to handle Megumi’s fits of dissociation from experience and turns up the radio to fill the silence.
The siblings walk back in the house, Tsumiki going to the kitchen, probably to tell her dads about the situation. She is amazing like that, waiting to tell them until after she’s told Megumi.
Said man goes straight to his room, pulling off the jeans he had slipped on before he went out with his sister and opting for a pair of sweats instead. He peels the covers to his bed back and slips under, unwilling to do anything more for the rest of the day.
When a knock rapts at the door before then opened a moment later, he sighs.
“Please, Yuuji, I need some space right now.”
“Not Yuuji.” says Gojo. Megumi blinks, turning to face his dad who sits on the bed next to him. “You okay?”
Megumi shrugs and closes his eyes when his dad starts to stroke his head. Gojo nods, more to himself than his son. He lingers for a few minutes, relishing in the moment. Gojo always cherishes when Megumi is vulnerable with him, letting him give any sort of affection without cringing away. It’s rare, which is why this moment is so special to the both of them.
“Let me know if you need anything, ‘kay?” Gojo murmurs, bending down and giving his son a kiss to the head. Megumi nods before turning back around and promptly falling asleep.
***
Yuuji does come in, a few hours later. Megumi has a feeling his family had told the pinkett to give him space for the day.
“Hey.” Yuuji says.
“Hey.” Megumi returns, scooting over to give his boyfriend space. “How have you been?”
Yuuji smiles and shakes his head, “How have you been?” He asks, pulling Megumi’s back against his front so they were spooning.
Megumi sighs, closing his eyes. He doesn’t answer, just places his hands where Yuuji’s met over his torso and squeezes. Yuuji got the hint and didn’t press any further.
“Do you think he would be proud of me? Of who I became after he left?” Megumi asks after some time of laying in silence. He hears Yuuji’s intake of breath.
“Megumi.” His boyfriend starts, “Hey, Megumi, look at me.”
Fushiguro turns on his side to face Yuuji.
“Megumi, you are the smartest person I know.” Yuuji says, taking the other man’s face in his hands and rubbing at the tears which leak from Megumi’s eyes, “But that was a really stupid question.”
And as hard as he tries to remain serious, as much as he wants to chide Yuuji for saying something like that during a situation like this, he laughs. Through his tears, Megumi lets out a soft snort because god, sometimes Yuuji was so… so…
“You're an idiot.” Megumi says, despite his smile. He nuzzles against Yuuji’s thick hands, kissing one of the palms in appreciation.
They were quiet, for a moment. Deep honey eyes staring into emerald ones, basking in each other’s company.
“Megumi, I,” Yuuji starts, the words at the tip of his tongue, “I…” Just say it. Just say it!
But what if he loses this? What if he says it, and Megumi gets scared? He’s only just begun to reveal things, personal things, to Yuuji that he hasn’t told anyone. His insecurities, worries.
Perhaps this is enough. Holding his love in his palms, being intimate with him, yeah, for now, this is enough.
“You what?” Megumi presses, eyes growing slightly, intrigued.
“I… I planned out the whole day tomorrow!” Yuuji says in lieu of what he is thinking.
“Yeah?” Megumi prompts, smiles softly. “What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise!” Yuuji giggles at Megumi’s deadpan expression.
“I hate surprises.” He grumbles as Yuuji kisses his nose.
***
Megumi can’t sleep.
He stares up at the ceiling, glancing at the clock once more, which reads 3:37 AM. Megumi sighs, sitting up and hopping out of bed knowing he isn’t falling asleep any time soon.
He’s surprised to see Sukuna up when he enters the kitchen. As usual, the older brother sits at the couch, watching that cop show that’s always on during the later times of the night.
“What are you doing up?” Megumi asks, approaching the other.
Sukuna appraises him, almost suspicious looking, before shrugging, “I could say the same to you.”
Megumi shrugs and takes a seat beside the man. For a moment, it looks like Sukuna will kick him off of his own couch, but seems to have thought better of it. Instead, he leans forward and rips a beer from the plastic that kept the six pack together and silently offers it to Megumi.
Fushiguro isn’t a beer drinker, but he takes it anyway, seeing it as a proposition for peace. He pops it open and takes a swig, cringing at the taste.
“So?” Sukuna asks, sitting back against the couch in nonchalance, “You haven’t answered my question.” Megumi is quiet for a second, taking another sip of his beer before answering.
“My dad who abandoned me when I was a kid contacted me today asking to meet up.”
Sukuna whistles, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Damn.” He says.
Megumi can’t help but smile. “Yeah, you could say that again.”
Sukuna chuckles, taking a long gulp of his own beer before putting it on the table.
“Are you gonna?” Sukuna asks and Megumi shakes his head. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. Fuck that bastard. Don’t understand how a father can just leave his kids like that.”
Megumi nods, You know better than anyone how that feels. He doesn’t say anything in response.
They two men sit in silence for a while, Sukuna cackling when one of the men who got arrested on the show body slam one of the cops. Megumi just shakes his head but smiles regardless. This is… this is nice. Really nice. Sure, they aren’t having the most heart wrenching of conversations, but just being in each other’s company is enough. Perhaps it is the level of understanding they have for one another.
Megumi finishes his beer, despite choking at the bitter taste of it by the time he takes the last swallow of it. He places it on the table in front of them.
“Sukuna,” Megumi starts, getting the tattooed man’s attention, “Thank you.”
Sukuna is quiet, quizzical. “Eh? What, for the beer? Tch, it was cheap shit.”
“What- no, no. I mean…” Megumi takes a breath, “I mean, thank you for taking care of Yuuji, for giving up your life to give him a chance at a future. You are an amazing brother, both Yuuji and I think so.”
At Sukuna’s silence and avoidance of eye contact, Megumi stands.
“Good night, Sukuna.”
The man on the couch says nothing, but gives him a nod in acknowledgement. And that, albeit barely anything, is enough for Megumi.
***
For the first time since they’ve arrived at Megumi’s childhood home, they don’t have sex before bed. It’s a bit bizarre to wake up without the usual aches Megumi experiences in the morning after a night of activities, but he appreciates it. Ironically, last night felt like the most intimate they’ve been with one another, and it didn’t involve anything sexual, just contact and vulnerability.
Of course, this leaves Megumi unbelievably horny the next morning, which is what brings him to his current doings.
“Ungh, fuck Yuuji, so good,” Megumi whines. Yuuji is holding him from the back, humping Megumi into the shower wall. The cold tile presses against his neglected dick, giving him much needed friction.
“Yeah, you like that? Like when I use your ass to get off?” Yuuji breathes into Megumi’s ear.
“Ah, y-yes,” Megumi purrs, hole being rubbed against but not penetrated. His cheek is pressed against the wall, so he can glimpse at Yuuji from the side, “I want- I,”
“What do you want, Gumi?” Yuuji asks as he rolls his hips. “C’mon, you can tell me.”
“I want-
ah,”
Megumi gasps, the head of Yuuji’s cock having caught against his hole, “Want you to fill me up.”
“Yeah?” Yuuji groans against his cheek, movements growing faster and more desperate. “What do you want me to fill you with, baby?”
“Want- want-” Megumi is delirious, having never experienced this level of lust before. Perhaps it has something to do with the vulnerability he showed last night. “Want your baby, Yuu.”
“You- fuck,” Yuuji cums with a shout, not expecting Megumi to say that. He rubs his cockhead against Megumi’s hole, spreading his seed against it messily.
“Yuu, Yuu!” Megumi whines, still painfully hard and unrelieved.
“I got you,” Yuuji murmurs, thick fingers working inside of his boyfriend using his cum as lube. “Got you, baby, filling you up so good.”
Megumi shakily exhales, cumming once Yuuji makes contact with the bundle of nerves within him. His spend shoots against the wall as he twitches and spasms. If it weren’t for Yuuji’s arm against his waist, he would have slid to the ground.
The two men catch their breath for a few moments, Yuuji still pressing against Megumi’s back.
“You… Gumi, I didn’t realize you were into that-”
“Not a word.” Megumi hisses, ears an eye-catching pink. “Not a fucking word.”
***
They take a train to the mystery place Yuuji is taking them to after they finish showering and getting ready. Megumi is slightly annoyed, insisting he could have driven them if Yuuji would have just given him the address.
“But that would have ruined the surprise!” He says after Megumi asks why they didn’t just drive for the ntheenth time. The raven haired man just rolls his eyes at the response. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you driving anyways, y’know, with the baby and all.”
Megumi jumps, eyes murderous as he faces his boyfriend. “You bastard.” He snaps under his breath, face lighting up in heat. He covers his face with his delicate hands, hiding his blush.
“Aw, c’mon babe, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Yuuji coos, taking Megumi’s hands in his and giving them a kiss. He stares down at them, “I’m just playing around.”
His boyfriend shakes his head, kissing the mop of pink hair in front of him. Yuuji perks up when he hears the speaker announce their destination.
***
“The city?” Megumi asks, wary. He never went to the city growing up, despite Tsumiki’s insistence. It always reminded him of what he didn’t have when he was a child.
But now, he feels okay. No matter where he is, as long as he’s with Yuuji, he feels as if he were at home. His boyfriend is, undeniably, a comfort.
“Come on! Come on!” Yuuji tugs Megumi forwards, weaving through the crowds of people at an inhumanely fast speed. Megumi struggles to keep up, but can’t help but ogle at Yuuj’s impressive athleticism. He won’t deny it turns him on just a bit.
The pair end up at an ice skating rink which had an obnoxiously large Christmas tree behind it. Megumi stares at its occupants, frowning at the children clinging to their parents, an ugly feeling beginning to develop within his chest. He finds it hard to ignore the pang of jealousy he feels as he watches the families smile and skate, but is brought out of his stupor when he feels a tug on his sleeve.
“C’mon,” Yuuji says, offering an understanding smile, “It’s couples hour in ten minutes.”
‘Couples hour’ meant all children and parties of 3+ are escorted off the rink to allow for couples and duos to have a more intimate time on the ice. Much to Megumi’s relief, he won’t have to skate while surrounded by kids making childhood memories. Skates on, Yuuji pulls Megumi towards the entrance of the rink. The latter man begins to sweat.
“Yuuji,” He says, stopping before Yuuji can launch them onto the ice. “I’ve never…”
Yuuji is silently confused, cocking his head like a puppy before understanding spreads across his face.
“That’s okay, Gumi! Just hold onto me, ‘kay?” Megumi barely has time to get out a hesitant nod before his boyfriend rockets into the rink, tugging Fushiguro along with him.
“Yuuji!” He shouts, free hand flailing and knees knocking in an effort to find his balance. Megumi latches himself to Yuuji’s side, desperately clinging to his boyfriend who skates as if it’s second nature. Itadori giggles at Fushiguro’s panic. “Yuuji, slow down!”
“Just relax, Gumi.” Yuuji says, wrapping an arm around the Fushiguro’s slender waist to pull him further against his body. Megumi’s arms wrap around Itadori’s neck as his feet struggle to find traction along the ice. Megumi is half aware he’s pressing most of his weight against Yuuji’s body, but the other either doesn’t mind or doesn’t notice. “Just trust me, okay?”
Megumi nods, eyes still wide with panic but he forcefully releases some tension from his shoulders. The pair glides along, Yuuji’s hand a steadying weight against Megumi’s waist. From time to time, the hand begins to suspiciously trail lower, Fushiguro shooting a glare at Yuuji in warning when it gets too low. The other man just shrugs.
“It’s sexy to see you so reliant on me.” Is all Itadori offers as explanation. Megumi rolls his eyes and hides his blush beneath his scarf.
Yuuji’s strength is breathtakingly hot to Megumi. That is the conclusion the raven haired man makes on the ice. The fact the other man could throw him around, pull him along like ribbon on a stick and hold his body down against whatever surface was available did things to Megumi he chose to ignore most of the time.
But now, with Megumi’s body leaning heavily against Itadori and Yuuji skating along with such practiced ease, the raven haired man can’t ignore the steadily growing heat building in his abdomen. He can’t see them, but Megumi knows beneath Yuuji’s slacks his powerful legs were taut from the effort of pulling them both along. That his arm, which is snug against Megumi’s waist, is straining with muscle to keep the lithe man against him. And his damn fingers, unfairly thick and gripping a bit tighter than necessary against Megumi’s body…
“Yuuji.” Fushiguro groans, head snuggled against the crook of his boyfriend’s neck and nosing against his cheek. Megumi, feeling bold and aware of the lack of children around, grabs Yuuji’s hand and pulls it lower so it rests against the curve of his ass.
Pulled from his focus of skating, Itadori fumbles slightly. It’s now his turn to fix Megumi with a wide-eyed stare of his own.
“You… now?” He asks, unable to control the crack in his voice.
Megumi, unbearably horny, nodded. “Now.”
***
“Fuck!” Megumi cries out, eyes rolling towards the back of his head as Yuuji pounds into him from the back.
The couple, unable to take the train back home for a quick fuck, opt for a family bathroom they discover inside the ice skating establishment. Bent over the toilet, Megumi stares into the bowl of water as his guts get destroyed.
“Shit, Gumi,” Itadori grunts, splaying himself across his boyfriend’s back and grinding against Megumi’s ass. “You gotta be quiet, we- ah- we could get caught.”
Fushiguro moans in response to both Yuuji’s incessant rubbing against his prostate and his words. He has never been much of an exhibitionist in the past, but knowing anyone could hear them fucking like rabbits is hot.
Resuming his pace, Yuuji fucks into Megumi with a snap of his hips, unable to stop himself from smacking a hand against the meat of his boyfriend’s ass. When Fushiguro lets out a sharp cry at the action, Itadori is quick to clap a hand over the other’s mouth.
“Shh,” He whispers, panting into Megumi’s ear. Megumi pants heavily through his nose, whines muffled by Yuuji’s rough hand. With the newfound quiet, the couple can hear the obscene squelch of Megumi’s insides everytime Yuuji thrust in and out.
“Fuck.” Yuuji finishes suddenly with a groan, having been brought to climax by the sounds they make while they’re connected. Pumping himself into his boyfriend, Yuuji strokes Megumi’s leaking cock until the other cums with a cry against his hand.
***
“You’re limping.” Yuuji says smugly, laughing and dodging a swipe from his boyfriend.
“Shut up.” Megumi grumbles, shaking his head. “It’s not my fault you’ve got a monster between your legs.”
Yuuji chuckles, catching Megumi’s hand when he tries to swing at him again and locking their hands together. Relenting, Megumi rolls his eyes with a huff and allows himself to be held. Both men are thoroughly fucked out, pliant. Megumi moreso, always uncharacteristically affectionate after a round of sex. He snuggles against Yuuji’s side, head dropping to his shoulder as they walk.
The couple window shop as they walk through the city, Yuuji pausing every now and then to admire the displays. Suddenly, Megumi is the one to pause, catching Yuuji by surprise since his boyfriend was rarely materialistic and often grew overwhelmed when it came to shopping.
Megumi is stopped in front of an art exhibit, the sign telling the couple the pieces feature a variety of animals in different mediums.
“Want to go inside? We’ve still got an hour before dinner.” Yuuji prompts, noticing Megumi’s reluctance to pause their walk in lieu of going inside. Fushiguro nods, licking his lips and quirking them up in a sheepish smile.
The pair enter and are immediately surrounded by paintings and sketching of various wildlife.
“Look at this one!” Yuuji exclaims, pulling Megumi along to a charcoal drawing of a cat which looks as if it’s scowling. “It looks like Sukuna!”
Megumi snorts, helpless to agree. He points at a painting of a white poodle, tall and snobby looking. “Gojo.”
Yuuji cackles at that, folding an arm over his stomach as he laughs obnoxiously. Megumi squirms as heads turn towards them, not enjoying the unwanted attention but smiling nevertheless.
They move on, going through the exhibit and looking at each piece. Yuuji suddenly stops in front of one, eyes seeming to glow as he stares. Megumi, curious at what could draw his boyfriend’s attention in like this, stops at the piece as well.
It’s two Chinese style paintings, one featuring a tiger and one a rabbit. Megumi realizes it’s a project for the animals of each year, given how Chinese new year is about a month away. The year of the tiger and year of the rabbit are consecutive, so it made sense why they were displayed beside each other in the project.
“It’s us.” Yuuji murmurs softly, eyes glassy and seemingly in a trance. Megumi is quiet, processing the words. His heart pangs with how enchanted Itadori is, by either the paintings or by the prospect the animals resemble them, he isn’t sure. Regardless, Megumi is endeared. Megumi checks the price, and cringes at the number of zeros which are written on the price tag.
They are silent for the rest of the art exhibit, the remaining pieces having been overshadowed by the pieces from the Chinese display. The quiet is comfortable, the couple positively affected and reflecting on the paintings.
On their walk to dinner, Megumi finally breaks the silence.
“I can’t believe you see me as a bunny.” He deadpans, being only half serious.
Yuuji snorts, squeezing the hand that held Megumi’s, “It fits.” Is all he says. Megumi shakes his head.
“I think I’m more of a wolf.” Fushiguro grumbles, “And why do you get to be a tiger? Why not, like, a puppy or some shit?”
The couple’s banter continues until they arrive at the restaurant, which is a little too expensive looking for the both of them. It’s an Italian place, one that reeks of garlic and is bustling with people.
“How’d you find this place, anyway?” Megumi asks once they are seated, pulling out the menu and scanning the items listed. His eyes instinctively search for items which feature ginger.
“Oh! Gojo-sensei recommended it! He says you… like…” Yuuji pauses, taking in Megumi’s pale expression. “Are you feeling okay? You look kinda pale.”
Megumi’s expression grows dark, “If Gojo recommended you this place, that means-”
“Megumi-chan!”
“Fuck.” Is all Megumi can get out before his dads crowd their table and smother their child with affection.
“Oh, Gumi!” Gojo cries as he hugs his son, “Look at you on your first date! All grown up!”
Megumi, furious and beet red, struggles against his fathers embrace. Getou offers a smile and small wave to Itadori across the table. As if things couldn’t get worse, Gojo and Getou are seated at the table behind theirs per reservation, of course.
***
After suffering through dinner, Megumi shooting down Gojo’s prompts at conversation and Yuuji growing increasingly more sweaty from being stuck between the family bickering, Yuuji leads Megumi to their next destination.
“I’m sorry,” He mutters in disappointment and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I shoulda known Gojo-sensei was gonna pull something like that. He just sounded so excited and said that place was your favorite and-”
“Yuuji.” Megumi cuts him off, taking Yuuji’s hand into his, “It’s okay. It was perfect.” When Yuuji opens his mouth to protest, Megumi shakes his head. “As annoying as Gojo is, it was nice having my dads there… sort of.”
Yuuji smiles, pulling Megumi’s hand to tug the other closer and give him a kiss on the cheek. Fushiguro flushes and hides behind his scarf.
They arrive at a market full of pop up vendors which are only available during the holiday season. There are ornaments, clothing and a diverse assortment of sweets being sold, along with many other types of handmade things.
“Are you looking to get something for Sukuna ?” Megumi asks as they pause at a vendor full of hand crafted alcoholic glasses
“Oh, no, I already got him tickets to the next WWE match.” Yuuji says.
“Oh, I didn’t realize Sukuna liked sports. Er, or anything, for that matter.” Megumi jokes.
Yuuji chuckles, “Nah, he doesn’t really like sports like that, but he always gets a kick out of it when one of the guys gets thrown. Y’know, typical Sukuna.”
Megumi laughs, picking up one of the glasses he found, “Yeah, typical Sukuna.”
***
Having bought gifts for his family and friends, Megumi is content for the evening. They walk hand in hand, passing a cup of spiked hot chocolate- who knew that even existed?- between the two of them and both men feeling pleasantly warm. Finally, they stop.
It’s a Christmas tree, outstanding and the biggest Megumi has ever seen, to the point where it’s almost obnoxious. Lights are strewn across the sides, ornaments of various colors and shapes hanging from the branches, and the star at the top-
“How did they even manage to get that up there?” Megumi asks, eyes wide and wonderous. When he receives no reply, he turns to Yuuji, who has been staring at him the entire time Megumi had been ogling at the tree. Faintly, Megumi hears the chimes of the clock declaring it was midnight. “Yuuji-”
“Happy birthday.” Yuuji says.
Shocked, Megumi gapes. He quickly closes his mouth, realizing he had probably looked like a hungry fish and shakes his head to reorient himself.
“Yuuji, my birthday is-” He pauses, registering that it is midnight, meaning it is tomorrow, and tomorrow is his birthday. Or, rather, today is his birthday. “Yuuji…” Megumi says, realization dawning on him, unable to fight the wetness forming in his eyes.
Itadori puts the cup of hot cocoa on the ground, taking Megumi’s other hand into his so they can properly look at each other. Closing his eyes, Megumi feels tears begin to line his face. Overwhelmed by emotion, Megumi falls forward against Yuuji’s body, nuzzling against his neck and embracing him. Yuuji’s arms, as if on instinct, wrap themselves around Megumi’s waist and pull him in closer.
“Megumi, I-”
“I love you.” Megumi says against Yuuji’s neck. The pinkett freezes, arms squeezing for a moment before pulling back to look Megumi in the eye.
“W-what? What did you say?” Yuuji squeaks, eyes blown wide.
Megumi’s brow furrows, a prominent frown forming on his face. He shrinks away from Yuuji’s gaze, beginning to close in on himself when his proclamation isn’t returned. Megumi starts to pull away with a despaired look on his face. Sensing this, Yuuji panics.
“Wait!” He says, holding Fushiguro still and not allowing the other to pull away. “Wait, Gumi, please just listen to me!”
At the use of his nickname, Megumi pauses. Yuuji sighs in relief and steels himself to explain.
“I… I just didn’t expect you to say it first, I guess.” At Megumi’s silence, Yuuji is prompted to elaborate. “This whole date was supposed to lead up to me telling you, I was just shocked, is all!”
Megumi pulls a face, still not convinced.
“Megumi,” Yuuji says, leaning forward to press his forehead against the other’s, “I love you.”
And that’s all it takes for Megumi to break down again, eyes growing wide and glassy. He lets out a wet laugh and brings his lips to Yuuji’s, kissing him softly. The couple stay pressed against each other for a few beats more before separating.
“Let’s go home.” Megumi says as Yuuji rubs at his tears with his thumb. Megumi does the same to Yuuji’s face, wiping gently at his under eyes and drying his cheeks with his sleeve. Yuuji hadn’t noticed he'd been crying until now.
“Yeah,” Yuuji says, kissing Megumi’s palm, “Let’s.”
***
That night, Yuuji and Megumi don’t fuck, rather, they make love to each other. Itadori thrusts into Megumi slow and deep, pressing his muscled body against the other and wishing he could literally fuck Fushiguro into the mattress and keep him here in his bed forever.
Firm hands hold Fushiguro’s head against Yuuji’s shoulder and against his body as if trying to fuse them together. Megumi gasps and shakes with every move Yuuji makes into his entrance, body flushed from how much pleasure and love he was feeling. Megumi tries and fails to keep his noises to himself.
“A-ah, Yuuji…” Megumi moans, arching his body upwards against Yuuji and creating delicious friction against his throbbing cock. The raven moves his hips in time with Yuuji’s, meeting his cock every time Itadori pushes forwards.
Fushiguro cums first, covering their stomachs in his spend, Yuuji releasing his seed inside of his boyfriend not long after. Itadori doesn’t pull out of Megumi for a long while, holding the other man against him as they catch their breaths. Their hearts beat as one during these moments, still connected and both still insatiably hungry for each other.
They fuck until the morning, until the sun begins to peak over the horizon and the house slowly comes awake. They fuck over the covers, against the mirror, on top of the sink and in the shower, uncaring of their exhaustion and solely focused on each other. Even after cleaning up, the couple is still restless and Yuuji ends up rocking into Megumi under the covers and staying inside of him once they fall asleep.
***
It’s Christmas Eve, and the Gojo-Getou house is in complete chaos.
It’s tradition for the family to host a holiday themed party the night before Christmas, family and friends included. Getou and Itadori work on preparing dinner, Tsumiki and Megumi hang up the decorations and, unsurprisingly, Gojo is in charge of the ‘beverages’. Although he claims to be making the spiked eggnog, Megumi watches as he steals several pieces of turkey from the dinner platter before Getou finally catches him and kicks him out of the kitchen until the party begins.
Although Megumi is usually efficient at hanging the tinsels and expertly planting the mistle-toe in places unsuspecting couples will get caught in, he is distracted. Every few seconds after he reprimands himself for not focusing on the task at hand, his eyes drift back to the kitchen towards that mop of pink hair. Yuuji seems to have the same problem, because whenever Megumi looks over green eyes meet honey ones and neither are able to break the contact.
Ever since the night of their date, something has shifted between them. Megumi, normally composed and aware of his family being around, has been unable to control himself around Yuuji, touching and nuzzling and acting the way he usually does after a good round of fucking or a few drinks. Yuuji is his normal self tenfold, groping and kissing and nibbling at Megumi every chance he gets, and although normally he would, Megumi doesn’t make a move to stop him now.
So, despite being separated, they can’t keep their eyes off each other, and Megumi desperately itches to throw the damn ribbons at his sister and sidle up beside his boyfriend in the kitchen. He won’t do that, of course, but damn does he want to.
“Meg, you’re doing the thing again.” Tsumiki chides in her sickly sweet voice. She steps off the ladder to get eye level with her brother.
Megumi frowns, “What thing?”
“The thing where you eye-fuck Yuuji from across the room.” She says low enough so that their family can’t hear. “You’ve been doing it ever since you guys went out the night before your birthday. Did something happen between you two?”
Megumi flushes, eyes looking downcast as to avoid his sister’s analytical gaze.
“We, ah…” Fushiguro pauses, looking back towards the kitchen to make sure no one is looking, “I told him I love him.” He whispers.
Tsumiki gasps, eyes lighting up, “And he said-?”
“He said he loves me, too.” Megumi says, blush growing impossibly darker as his sister squeals. She kisses his cheek and squeezes him into a hug.
“Ah! Meg, that’s amazing!” She says, “I’m so happy for you!”
Megumi fights out of her surprisingly strong embrace, laughing and smiling. “Thank you.” He tells her.
“Oh, let me dress you up for tonight! Please, Meggie!” Tsumiki chirps, eyes so bright and hopeful Megumi has no choice but to agree.
***
The party is already underway when the siblings emerge from Tsumiki's room. Tsumiki sports a striking red sweater dress, white fringe lining the neckline, the sleeves and the bottom. Her makeup is soft and beautiful, accentuating her kind eyes and genuine smile.
Megumi’s attire consists of Tsumiki’s brown turtleneck, neither sibling knowing how or why it fit so well on him. He also has on the, as Nobara likes to call them, ‘whoregumi’ jeans which hug his thighs and accentuate his ass perfectly. The jeans and his boots are black, both articles of clothings being his. Albeit against his will and with the help of Nobara who had burst into the room when she got word he and Tsumiki were still getting ready, he wears the smallest bit of makeup. Nothing crazy, just some mascara and eye glitter. Nobara leaves after that, and Tsumiki works on the finishing touches.
“You have to.” Tsumiki says, scarily serious in tone. Megumi pouts, brows furrowing in apprehension. “And stop doing that! You’re going to ruin your makeup!”
“No.” Megumi says to both things, turning from the headband she holds up for him. It has antlers, ears and little bells lined along it, and apparently is the whole point to his outfit.
“Please, Meggie!”
“No, and don’t call me that!” Megumi hisses. He sighs once Tsumiki starts to sniffle, and even though he knows she’s faking it, can’t help but relent to the feigned sadness from his sister. She cheers when he holds his hand out to take the hideous headpiece. “You owe me.” Is all Fushiguro says as they leave her room.
As they walk into the party, Megumi ends up being a bit grateful for his sister's insistence on the headpiece. For some reason, everyone is more festive than usual this year, all donning some sort of costume for the holidays. The twins sport matching star body pieces which practically swallow them whole in fabric, Maki has on an elf hat and even managed to get fake pointed ears, and Nobara wears a green dress which has ruffles and little gemstones to look like a Christmas tree.
Getou wears a ‘Mr. Claus’ sweater and, unsurprisingly, Gojo dons a similar ‘Mrs. Claus’ one. The white haired man is already visibly tipsy off of the eggnog he made earlier and is attempting to persuade some of their guests to try some. Even Sukuna is in theme, sporting a scratchy looking Grinch sweater which Megumi finds extremely fitting. And Yuuji wore-
“Oh my god.” Megumi says as he spots his boyfriend drinking with someone dressed as a candy cane.
Yuuji, beautiful, sweet Yuuji, is wearing the most atrocious and unflattering outfit Megumi has ever seen. The suit in itself would have been sort of hot had it not had an oversized pillow stuffed in the front, making Yuuji look like he has a massive tumor growing in him. But it’s the hideous white beard which covers most of Yuuji’s handsome face that really turns Megumi off. He wouldn’t have even recognized his boyfriend had it not been for the head of pink hair that peeks out from beneath the Santa hat.
“Ho ho ho!” Yuuji yells over Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas , “Has someone been a naughty boy this year?”
Megumi rolls his eyes, unable to hold back his grimace, “You look hideous.”
“I love you.” Yuuji says, leaning into Megumi’s space. Amused, Megumi plucks his boyfriend’s drink from his hand and tugs the beard out of the way to expose Itadori’s cute face.
“You’re drunk,” Megumi pauses to kiss his cheek, “And I love you too, but you need to change out of this awful costume.”
Yuuji whined, “But Gumiii~ I like this costume!” Thick hands found themselves on Megumi’s waist, entirely wrapping around, “You look sexy.”
Megumi smirks but bats Yuuji’s wandering hands away. “You can touch after you change.”
Persuaded, Yuuji takes the pillow out of his shirt and the beard off, leaving him in the Santa suit, boots and hat. A belt cinches Yuuji’s waist and okay, why did he look so attractive in that?
***
The thing is, when Yuuji gets drunk, he becomes even more social than he already is and somehow even more touchy. When Megumi gets drunk, however-
“Whoregumi is out again.” Nobara jokes to her girlfriend, who snorts in response. The girls watch Megumi and Yuuji on the dance floor, who are as close to fucking as two fully clothed men can get. “Oh my god, Yuuji is eating his fucking face!”
Megumi lets out an obscene moan into his boyfriend’s mouth while grinding back into Yuuji’s prominent erection. One of Itadori’s hands holds an iron grip on Megumi’s hip, the other clutching his throat to angle his mouth towards his. It’s when the hand Yuuji has on Megumi’s hip begins to trail upwards towards his nipples that Nobara deems it appropriate to intervene.
“Alright, you two, stop humping each other.” She says. Megumi only pouts and turns his back to her and locks his arms around his boyfriend's neck so she can’t separate them. “Might I remind you that your parents are right across the room? And you, Yuuji, you really think this is a good impression to leave on Fushiguro’s family?”
The couple pauses at that before reluctantly releasing each other from their embrace. Yuuji grumbles and Fushiguro crosses his arms over his chest in frustration.
“But I’m horny.” Megumi whines, bottom lip pulling up to form his signature pout.
Nobara just rolls her eyes, “Yeah, and you have a fucking bedroom right there!” She points to Megumi’s room which is a mere ten feet away from where they stand. “And how can you possibly say that when you’re still wearing these repulsive things?” She gestures to the antlers which are slightly canted on top of Megumi’s head.
“Yuuji thinks they’re hot.” Megumi mumbles while Yuuji sputters in embarrassment.
“I-I do not!” He squawks. Nobara just shakes her head at them.
“Go get a fucking room or actually talk to the friends you invited to your house.” She hisses, before promptly returning to Maki’s side.
“Hypocrite.” Megumi mumbles, before giving in and pulling Yuuji along to go find some more of their college mates.
The couple finds the group of college students downstairs, surrounding the pong table. It’s Mai and Todo vs. Sukuna, and there’s a clear winner in the game.
“I can’t believe Todo is gonna lose his winning streak to some rando!” A girl he recognizes as Miwa shouts over the commotion of the game. Sukuna is a pong champion, making every shot he's had so far with ease.
Through the chaos of the basement, Yuuji strikes up a conversation with Yuuta, an upperclassman and one of the few of Yuuji’s friends Megumi tolerates purely due to his quiet nature. Megumi watches them for a moment, smiling at Yuuji’s animated expressions and arm gestures, before making his way back upstairs. As much as he likes his friends, the party atmosphere has never been quite his thing, especially if he can’t stick himself to Yuuji’s side during it, and he reluctantly agrees with Nobara that they need some time separated from each other.
He finds Nobara and Maki upstairs, the two women debating with Gojo about something. Megumi joins in on the conversation easily, accepting his dad’s offer to get him some eggnog.
“I can’t believe you can drink that stuff.” Nobara says as her nose crinkles in disgust.
Maki nods, “I’m even more of a heavyweight than Todo and I gag at just a sip. That’s not even eggnog, just handles of rum and fireball mixed together with some milk. It’s disgusting.”
Megumi shrugs, being drunk enough that the taste is numb to him. He has a feeling his throat will be sore tomorrow morning and it’s no question that his head will ache, but that’s a problem for future him.
***
Megumi should have listened to Maki. Already previously drunk, he’s now stumbling through the house, being held up by the solid weight of his boyfriend.
“Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji~” Megumi whines, leaning heavily against Itadori and making him pause. “I love you.”
Yuuji chuckles, “I love you too, Gumi.” He says. When the other man makes no move towards his bedroom, Yuuji huffs and picks him up by the torso to fling him over his shoulder.
“Weee!” Megumi says, legs kicking as he’s lifted off the ground. He lets out an exaggerated moan when Yuuji places a hand on the back of his thigh to keep him steady.
Finally in Megumi’s room, Yuuji gets to work, gingerly placing his boyfriend down on the bed. He, reluctantly, plucks the antler headband from Megumi’s head, giving the mess of raven locks a soft ruffle and leaving a soft peck on the other’s forehead.
Megumi’s turtleneck is peeled from his sweaty body, along with his boots and way too tight pants which Yuuji struggles with. The pinkett puts the clothes in the hamper to clean tomorrow and leaves the boots by the door. He grabs the face wipes Megumi had left out on his desk before the party and knelt down in front of his boyfriend.
Yuuji begins to rub at Megumi’s face, taking care on his eyes and wiping the mascara and eye glitter off gently so as to not hurt the other man. He rubs a thumb against Megumi’s clean cheek, offering a soft smile to his drunk boyfriend who’s eyes are beginning to drift shut.
“Yuu,” Megumi murmurs into Yuuji’s hand, head lolling forwards, “Yuu, I want you to fuck me.”
Yuuji shakes his head, “You’re drunk, babe. Gotta get you ready for bed.”
“But Yuu…” Megumi whines, eyes now closed. His tongue peeks out from between his lips to take Yuuji’s thumb into his mouth and begins to suckle. Yuuji just sighs.
“Sleep, Gumi.” He says, rubbing Megumi’s scalp affectionately and leaving another peck on his cheek this time. “I’ll fuck you in the morning.”
“Promise?” Megumi says, only half awake now.
“Promise.”
***
Yuuji wakes to pressure on his groin. He opens his eyes before closing them again with a groan.
“Gumi, what time is it?” He says, head achy from last night’s festivities. Yuuji puts his forearm over his eyes, cringing when he realizes he wore the Santa suit from last night to bed.
Megumi’s answer comes in the form of a grind of his hips. When Yuuji opens his eyes again, he’s greeted with the sight of his boyfriend straddling his crotch, looking like an absolute train wreck. Yuuji would be lying if he said he didn’t find the sight absolutely adorable.
Thick hands find themselves on Megumi’s trim waist, thumbs rubbing little circles on the hip bones below. Yuuji, still exhausted, closes his eyes again.
“Dunno if I can fuck you the way I usually do, Meg. I’m still beat from the party.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Megumi says, much to Yuuji's confusion. “Wanna ride you.”
And that was… wow. How could he say no to that? Yuuji was surely wide awake now.
“O-Okay!” Yuuji chirps, watching Megumi pull his already half hard cock out and masterfully bring it to full hardness. His boyfriend wears a look of determination on his face, stroking Yuuji efficiently before hopping off his boyfriend’s hips to settle between his legs and bring the shaft between his lips.
Yuuji groans, one hand moving to the top of Megumi’s head and tugging on the mess of hair. Megumi makes a muffled noise, suckling the head of Yuuji’s cock and letting his tongue circle around it a few times before pulling it deeper into his mouth.
Megumi bobs his head, taking Yuuji in deep and hollowing his cheeks to suck. When his mouth meets the base of Yuuji’s cock, he looks up through his lashes and stays where he is.
“Fuck,” Yuuji sighs, hand in his hair rubbing encouragingly when Megumi swallows around him. If he weren’t so tired, he would thrust up into the tight heat of Megumi’s throat.
Megumi pulls off a moment later, gasping for breath and rubbing the tears from his eyes before climbing back over to straddle his boyfriend. He leans over to rustle through the nightstand and pulls out the lube before sitting back on top of Yuuji’s hips.
“Here babe, give me the lube. I’ll prep you.” Yuuji offers, frowning when Megumi shakes his head. His unspoken is question is answered when Megumi reaches behind him and pulls out-
“Holy fuck.” Yuuji’s cock visibly twitches as he watches his boyfriend pop a plug out of himself with a slight wince. Yuuji swallows,”Was- was that in you all night?”
Megumi flushes and nods, lubing his fingers and pouring a bit over Yuuji’s cock before reaching behind him to slick up his entrance. He gives Yuuji’s cock one more soft tug before lining it up with his hole and lowering himself down. Megumi’s neck strains and his head tilts back as Yuuji’s head breaches him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Yuuji says, entranced by the angel before him. His hands resume their place on Megumi’s hips once the raven haired man’s hips make contact with Yuuji’s groin. “Yeah, that’s it, take it.”
It takes a minute for Megumi to adjust to the stretch, ass sore from leaving the plug in all night due to his drunkenness. Finally, Megumi begins to move, flexing lithe thighs as he raises his body up and off Yuuji’s cock until only the head remains inside of him, then quickly lowering back down. He repeats the motion, growing faster and more comfortable on Yuuji’s dick the longer it’s inside of him.
“Shit- ah,” Megumi moans as Yuuji’s cock brushes against his prostate. His hands fall on Yuuji’s firm chest, using the newfound balance to pick up momentum on top of his boyfriend and move faster. Yuuji grunts at the speed at which Megumi moves, watching in awe as he loses himself to pleasure.
Megumi looks beautiful. Sweat beads along his forehead, wetting his messy bangs and making him look thoroughly fucked out. A drop falls on his sternum, rolling down between his pecs which jiggle slightly with each movement of his thighs. His face and chest are flushed a deep red, both from exertion and pleasure, and Yuuji’s never seen such an alluring sight.
“I love you,” Yuuji mewls, hands squeezing Megumi’s hips and indefinitely leaving bruises in their wake, “God, I love you so much, Gumi, you’re so beautiful.”
Megumi whines at the praise, moving his body even faster as his orgasm rapidly approaches. Yuuji reaches up, hands landing on the firm peaks of Megumi’s chest and thumbs kneading nipples which stiffen under the attention. He pinches and pulls at them, effectively causing Megumi to further lose himself in the sensations.
“Gonna fill you up,” Yuuji rasps, his own climax rapidly approaching as he watches the scene before him, “Gonna- ngh, gonna make you round with my-”
“ Fuck!” Megumi cums with a shout, suddenly collapsing on top of Yuuji and riding out his orgasm through small jerks of his hips. Yuuji, feeling Megumi go boneless in his arms, takes hold of the other’s abused ass and begins to move on his own.
Megumi whines from overstimulation, twitching and spasming in Yuuji’s hold but shows no sign of protest. Yuuji pistons his hips into Megumi one, two, three more times before meeting his own release. He grunts into Megumi’s ear, squeezing his supple ass and milking his orgasm with shallow pumps of his hips.
They take a few minutes to breath, both men feeling fatigue begin to set in. Yuuji holds Megumi’s head against him, rubbing the other’s scalp and murmuring good boy’ s into his ear as they catch their breaths. Yuuji breaks the silence minutes later.
“Merry Christmas!” Yuuji says, cheerful as ever.
Megumi pulls back, grouchy and sore but blissfully fucked, so he smiles and leans down to plant a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.
“Merry Christmas.”
***
After the boys shower, somehow managing not to jump each other’s bones in the process due to their lack of energy, they emerge from Megumi’s room. Christmas music rings throughout the house and the smell of cinnamon wafts in the air. Tsumiki and the twins work in the kitchen, making cookies as per Gojo-Getou household tradition. Getou and Gojo linger around the tree, putting remaining gifts beneath and carrying on soft conversation.
Sukuna is still on the couch, of course. He looks tired from the night before, but Megumi could see even he seems cheerier than usual, an uncharacteristic glow emitting from him. Fushiguro runs on autopilot, targeting the kitchen and pouring him and Yuuji a cup of coffee, one black and one with cream and sugar before joining the two brothers on the couch.
The family slowly gathers around the tree, all anxious and excited to give and receive their gifts. Tsumiki goes first, giving hand-knitted pieces to everyone, even making a beer koozie for Sukuna that matches his pink hair. Gojo and Getou go next, gifting the twins new phones and Yuuji a new apron plus recipe book.
“My favorite sous chef needs to be prepared for the next time he comes over.” Getou says softly, eyes crinkling in a soft smile as Yuuji lit up in excitement.
It’s Yuuji’s turn next, delivering everyone their gifts, actually receiving a smirk from Sukuna when his brother gave him the wrestling tickets.
“Fuck yes.” Sukuna says when he opens the envelope Yuuji gives him. The tattooless twin smacks his arm for the vulgar language, gesturing to the twins when Sukuna shoots him a questioning look.
“Ah, I need to get Megumi’s gift.” Yuuji says, standing. “Gojo, could you help me?”
“Oh no.” Megumi says, dread settling into his stomach as he realizes both Yuuji and Gojo planned to get him something together. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest before it stops entirely when he hears a small yip from the hallway.
Megumi jumps to his feet, eyes wide as his gaze lands on two wolfdog puppies, one white and one black.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Megumi says, dropping to his knees to greet the two munchkins who jump and lick at his face in greeting. “Oh my god, Yuuji, what the hell?”
Yuuji just smiles, turning sheepish and rubbing the back of his neck. He crouches beside Megumi, taking one of his hands in his and giving a small squeeze.
“It’s the start of our family.” Yuuji says, quiet enough no one but Megumi can hear, who gasps at the words. Yuuji, still clutching the other’s hand, brings it up to his mouth and kisses his knuckles. “I love you.”
Megumi kisses Yuuji's cheek then his lips, “I love you, too.”
Everyone delivers the last of their gifts, and then it’s Megumi’s turn. He gives Getou and Gojo ‘#1 Mom’ and ‘#1 Dad’ mugs, letting them bicker over which belongs to whom. He gets Tsumiki a new sweater, the twins some Apple gift cards, and then it’s Sukuna’s turn.
The man is clearly surprised to have gotten any gifts at all, and is more shocked when he sees Megumi has gotten him something as well. He unwraps with haste, tearing through the paper and ripping open the box. Inside is a beer glass, custom painted with black markings similar to the tattoos which litter Sukuna’s body. The man stares at the gift, seemingly nonchalant save for the slight widening in his eyes only Yuuji and Megumi pick up on.
“Thank you.” Sukuna says, meeting Megumi’s gaze and offering a quirk of his lips in lieu of a smile. Megumi nods, then turns to Yuuji.
“I need to give you your gift to you in private.” He says, and grimaces when he hears an audible gag from one of the twins. “It’s not like that!”
Yuuji nods and stands, holding out his hand for Megumi to take.
***
Megumi leads them out of the room to the porch, the leashed puppies following in suit. He sits Yuuji down in one of the chairs, holding his gift close to his chest before giving it to the pinkett.
Yuuji opens it with excitement as Megumi begins to sweat and pick at his nails. Finally past the wrapping paper, Yuuji pulls out the canvas and studies the present before him.
It’s a painting done by Megumi, much like the one they had seen in the art exhibit during their night in the city. However, instead of two separate pieces, it was one, both the tiger and the rabbit on one canvas staring at each other. Yuuji was right, Megumi had realized as he was working on the painting, it really was them.
“I know it’s not as good as the ones from the exhibit,” Megumi begins, nerves and insecurity getting the best of him. He never showed others his art. “But the other ones were so expensive, and I know how much you loved them and I wanted to make a piece that resembled us and I-”
“Megumi.” Yuuji says, tone serious. He turns to his panicking boyfriend and smiles, “I love it.”
“Y-You do?” Megumi says softly, tension melting from his shoulders.
Yuuji nods, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you. For this and for this winter break, seriously, these have been the best few weeks of my life.”
Megumi smiles, leaning over and giving his boyfriend a kiss and pressing his forehead against Yuuji’s, “I love you.”
Yuuji smiles, “I love you.”
“Boys!” Gojo shouts, opening the door to the porch and peeking his head out to look outside. “Are you done? We have to start planning the New Years Eve party!”
Megumi huffs and shakes his head, moment effectively ruined and dreading having to deal with his family's festivities all over again while Yuuji just smiles.
Although chaotic, both men knew this has been the best Christmas either one of them has ever had.