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“Are you sure?” Megumi asks, checking Yuuji’s eyes for any sign of hesitancy, only to find none.
“Yes,” he responds. Resolute. Just like always.
Megumi puts his hands together and whispers, “chimera shadow garden.”
Slowly, Yuuji’s room fills with the black, inky shadows of Megumi’s domain. Already, Yuuji shivers, his eyes widening as the floor fades from view.
Megumi knows that look—he’s familiar with the potent mixture of excitement, anticipation, and arousal. Yuuji leans back onto his bed, putting his hands above his head and spreading his legs, putting himself in position just as they discussed.
“What are the signals?” Megumi asks for the third time in just under an hour.
“Red, yellow, and green if I can speak. Blink three times if I can’t.” He spits out the words quickly, though without irritation or frustration. Megumi knows Yuuji understands the importance, especially with the amount of control Megumi needs to make this happen. “You won’t hurt me, Megumi. I trust you, and you’re amazing. This is nothing for you.”
Sure, while fighting curses or risking life and limb he can control his domain easily. But this—being in his boyfriend’s room, both of them mostly-naked, and prepared to try something wholly unfamiliar to either of them—is a completely different story.
Megumi stalks closer, walking on the watery shadows—like some sort of god. Yuuji’s breath hitches and his nostrils flare, eyes burning bright as they rake down Megumi’s body.
He swallows thickly, watching the way Yuuji’s hands clench and his breath comes in short pants. They haven’t even done anything and he’s already worked up. Emerald eyes wander a little lower. Yuuji is excitable—easily so—which means Megumi isn’t surprised when he sees the damp fabric near the head of his cock where precum started to pool.
Megumi would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on to see Yuuji in such a state.
“Okay. Here we go.” It sounds stupid, he’s fully aware, but he needs it; he needs something to help prepare himself and steel his resolve.
He focuses, imagining the small, precise movements in his mind, watching as his shadows bring them to life as if they are directly connected to his thoughts and desires. Tendrils rise from the floor, tall and thick like the stems of sunflowers, inching closer to where Itadori squirms on the bed.
Finally, the shadows clamber over the bed and wrap around Yuuji’s wrists. Yuuji gasps, and Megumi panics.
“Color? Are you okay?”
“Green, Megumi. I’m fine,” he replies with a soft laugh. His smile is reassuring. “They’re just cold.”
Megumi nods, only then recognizing the noticeable drop in temperature. The hairs on his arms stand on end, and it seems Yuuji has been affected in the same way.
He’ll have to keep this in mind for next time.
Continuing, Megumi imagines the tendrils tightening, and so they do. He watches Yuuji wiggle his fingers, the sign that he’s restrained enough for the scene but not in any pain that he shouldn’t be experiencing. Two more long shadows rise up, and Megumi furrows his brows in concentration as he orders them to hook around the waistband of Yuuji’s boxers, sliding them down and shucking them across the room before restraining his ankles.
Megumi bites his lip, his eyes focused on Yuuji’s hard and leaking cock, twitching helplessly against his prominent abs. He wants to wrap his lips around it, he wants to watch it spear his hole and spread him wide, but today isn’t the time for that. Today, Yuuji wants something different. He wants something only Megumi can give him.
He joins Yuuji on the bed, kneeling at the foot and settling between his spread legs.
His hands start at Yuuji’s shins and work their way upward, watching like a hawk for any minute sign of discomfort and instead, only seeing signs of pleasure. Yuuji’s length stands proud between his legs and his bottom lip is red and swollen from biting down to hold in his noises.
Megumi stares, watching Yuuji’s hole as another black tendril appears. It continues forward until it is pressing against his rim.
“Yes,” Yuuji moans, tossing his head back against the pillow. “Please, Megumi. Plea—”
His words catch in his throat as the tendril pushes past his rim. Megumi is thankful they decided to have Yuuji prep earlier, unsure as to whether or not this would work, let alone work well enough to stretch him open successfully.
It seems to be doing the trick. Megumi can feel Yuuji’s muscles contract beneath his hands as Yuuji’s toes curl and he desperately tries to spread himself wider, but the other shadows hold him in place.
“Is that good, Yuuji?” Megumi asks, his eyes unwavering from the sight of his shadows entering Yuuji’s hole.
“So good,” he whines. “How do you do this—” he keens, his back arching, “—do this without cumming immediately?”
Megumi smirks. “Practice?”
Yuuji hums. “Or maybe I’m just not this good.”
He hates it when Yuuji puts himself down. He’s done so much for Megumi, more than he could ever know. Megumi wants to make sure that Yuuji knows just how incredible he is, that he truly understands the depths of Megumi’s affections, even if he has a hard time expressing them.
He crawls across the bed, lingering over Yuuji’s body as the shadow moves in and out of Yuuji’s hole, widening little by little to stretch him thoroughly and safely.
The room is cold with his shadows, but Yuuji’s body is warm as he leans in, kissing at the taught cords of Yuuji’s throat. “That’s not true,” he whispers in Yuuji’s ear, just before nipping at his lobe. “You’re incredible.”
Yuuji moans then, low and wanton, as Megumi sucks bruises into the sensitive skin of his neck. His hand spreads across Yuuji’s chest, his fingertips brushing against the litany of scars now decorating his body like ornate filigree or carefully placed jewels.
He knows the shadow is responding to his internal commands by the way Yuuji keens, being spread wider as it fucks into him. Megumi distantly wonders if he can find Yuuji’s prostate without even looking.
As his hand caresses Yuuji’s skin, Megumi follows the dip of his chest, up to his collarbone, and then around his neck. With the way Yuuji swallows, he can feel his Adam's apple bob against his palm.
“Want my hand? Or my shadows?”
“Hand,” Yuuji replies immediately.
Megumi squeezes his fingers, cutting off the circulation at just the right spot. Next to his ass, he can feel the way Yuuji’s cock twitches with interest. He only holds it for a moment, but it's enough for Yuuji’s pupils to blow wide with lust and the blush of arousal to paint his cheeks and ears.
He does it again, and again. Each time squeezing a little tighter and holding for a little longer. His shadow fucks into him fully now, in and out at a brutal pace. He knows when he hits Yuuji’s prostate as he cries out, a choked sob garbled by Megumi’s hand.
Megumi commands another shadow to appear, this time wrapping around the base of Yuuji’s cock and squeezing tight.
“Not yet,” Megumi cooes, his confidence increasing with every noise Yuuji makes—every twitch of his cock and each time he writhes beneath him in pleasure. Megumi’s own cock strains against his fitted boxers, the tight fabric too constricting and now damp with precum.
He lets go of Yuuji’s throat, but quickly replaces his hand with more shadows. It keeps getting easier, the longer they go, to control it. To be more creative. And Megumi has ideas.
This time, the shadow lightly wraps around Yuuji’s throat, not squeezing, but running along his plump, bottom lip, and Megumi loves watching the way Yuuji’s tongue flicks against it.
“Color?”
“Green.” Yuuji’s eyes are strong and determined. His own confidence, his complete assurance, helps Megumi explore further.
The shadow lurches forward and before it can enter Yuuji’s mouth, he lifts his head, wrapping his lips around it like it was Megumi’s cock. Megumi shimmies out of his underwear, maintaining an intense, burning eye contact with Yuuji as he pleasures the shadow, speaking with his eyes that this could be you. This could be your cock, if only you’d let me.
And Megumi wants to let him. He does, so bad.
But Yuuji wanted something different, and that’s what he intends to give.
Just as he tosses his underwear aside, the shadow around Yuuji’s neck squeezes and the one in his ass curls, hitting his prostate dead-on. Megumi smirks at the tears forming in the corners of Yuuji’s eyes and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.
Megumi feels powerful in a way he never has before.
“Never thought you’d be into this, Yuuji.” Megumi straddles his boyfriend again, slotting Yuuji’s cock between his cheeks, teasing him. “I should’ve known you’d secretly be a dirty whore,” he adds experimentally.
Yuuji moans around the appendage in his mouth, drool starting to trickle from the sides.
Megumi’s brow raises at the interesting new discovery. He waits, giving Yuuji time to give him the signal, pleased when Yuuji refrains, cueing him to continue.
“Do you like being stuffed full, Yuuji? Are you gonna turn into a little cockslut?”
Predictably, Yuuij’s back arches like a bowstring and his hips buck desperately, chasing any form of friction he can find. Megumi hums, pleased with Yuuji’s response. Megumi reaches down and touches himself, watching Yuuji watching him, as his boyfriend continues to bob along the length of the shadow—the poor substitute for Megumi’s own cock.
He points downward with his chin. “Is this what you want? You my cock, Yuuji?”
As best he can, Yuuji nods, moaning onto the faux dick.
Megumi can’t help it. He wills the tendril in Yuuji’s ass to widen at the same time as it teases his prostate. He knows Yuuji has to be close to cumming. His eyes are half lidded, expression blissed out and still on the verge of tears.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Yuuji. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” He pauses, just long enough for Yuuji’s brows to furrow and disappointment to creep in. “But maybe we can compromise.”
A needy whine escapes Yuuji as the shadow in his ass pulls out. Instead of returning from whence it came, the shadow shifts, molding into a familiar shape. Megumi leans to the side, just enough for Yuuji’s eyes to widen with lust.
“Color?” Megumi asks.
He allows the tentril in Yuuji’s mouth to retreat. Yuuji sucks in a breath, chest heaving as he gasps, “green. Holy shit, green. Please.” His voice is raspy from choking on the shadow-cock.
Megumi is tempted to shut him up again, to shove it in far enough to hit the back of his throat and make Yuuji choke on it.
Where these thoughts came from he wasn’t sure, but now, with Yuuji’s reactions, he was sure they’d be appreciated. If not this time, then surely the next.
Instead, he keeps Yuuji’s mouth clear, wanting to hear the beautiful sounds as his shadow-self presses inside.
“Megumi,” Yuuji moans, chanting his name over and over.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you like it.” He hisses, biting his lip to ground himself as he strokes his length. “Tell me how much you like my cock.”
“Feels so good, Megs,” he cries, “fuck, I— I can’t—” Yuuji continues to whine and keen, his voice cracking. “Hurts. Wanna cum,” he chokes out.
“Not yet.” Megumi surprises himself with how low and commanding his voice has become. “Gotta enjoy this first.”
Megumi turns around, watching his shadow-self fuck into Yuuji’s sloppy hole. He knows himself well—well enough that his shadow-self is near identical, dick included. He thrusts forward, spearing Yuuji’s puffy hole and fucking him hard. His hands, likely colder than Megumi’s real ones, caress the undersides of Yuuji’s thighs and bring them higher, hooking them around his shoulders so he can plunge deeper inside.
All the while, the tendril wrapped around Yuuji’s cock finds a rhythm with its strokes, alternating between pumping his throbbing length and gripping him at the base, delaying his impending orgasm.
The praises coming from Yuuji’s mouth, despite being incoherent at times, only fueled the raging wildfire in Megumi’s veins. His shadow-self slams harder into Yuuji in response, making his boyfriend’s back arch like a bowstring, his limbs still planted firmly to the bed.
Yuuji starts to sob, big, fat tears of pleasure and overstimulation as he is fucked into. They’re pretty, gorgeous, Megumi thinks, and he leans in to lick them from Yuuji’s face. He feels the full-body shiver.
“Megumi, please, pleasepleaseplease ,”
Megumi’s balls tighten, letting him know he’s close to his own release. He presses a quick kiss to Yuuji’s temple, then licks his lips as he pulls away, tasting the saltiness of his boyfriend's tears.
“Be a good little slut and cum for me.”
Megumi tightens his grip on his own cock, picking up the pace to match his shadow-self, balancing on the precipice of climax.
Yuuji reaches his first, the moment the tendril allows him to do so upon Megumi’s command. He screams, and Megumi briefly wonders if they’ll have someone coming to Yuuji’s room to check on him.
He just hopes it's not Gojou.
When Megumi cums it's nearly as hard as Yuuji, his vision blurring at the corners. He leans his hips forward so when he cums, he paints Yuuji’s neck and face with his seed. Megumi strokes himself, milking his orgasm as his shadow-self fucks Yuuji through his until he’s quivering with overstimulation.
All at once, the shadows are released, sinking into the gaps between the floorboards and the darkest corners of Yuuji’s room. It only takes a moment for Megumi’s brain to catch up with the situation, barely aware of how they got themselves here in the first place.
He moves to get off of Yuuji, already wrinkling his nose as the sweaty, sticky messes they’ve become, but is stopped as Yuuji calls to him.
“Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t go.”
Megumi sighs but ultimately relents. He settles for reaching down to grab the first article of clothing he can, Yuuji’s shirt it seems, and wipes his cum from Yuuji’s face.
His movements are slow and gentle, letting Yuuji know that he can care for him in this way too. When he’s done, he tosses the shirt back onto the ground and cuddles next to Yuuji. His boyfriend shifts, resting his head on Megumi’s chest and slinging an arm across his torso. Their legs tangle together and Megumi uses one hand to comb through sweaty, pink locks, while the other rubs soothing circles on Yuuji’s arm.
“You good?”
“Mm,” is Yuuji’s response.
He doesn’t dare speak further as Yuuji melts into his touch, his breathing long and slow as he quickly falls into a deep sleep. It is uncomfortable, and despite having been so cold earlier, it’s now an inferno with their sweaty, sticky bodies pressing together.
His own eyes grow heavy, pulling him closer to sleep. Megumi holds Yuuji closer, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head. He makes a mental note to consider what else his new domain can do.