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There’s a little too much alcohol flowing through Sukuna’s veins for him to realise that he should think twice about eye fucking the pretty, green eyed twink on the other side of the room. The guy came here with a couple of other people and there is no way the guy is single. He’s too pretty, too gorgeous, even with the red, alcohol induced blush colouring his cheeks.
Sukuna wants him. That’s all he knows as he makes his way across the room, slipping his way between the crowds without a care about which conversations he breaks up or interrupts. All he cares about is getting into this strangers' personal space and inviting him upstairs.
Pretty boy clocks him just as he presses a bottle to his lips and Sukuna grins. He’s confident as he stops in front of the guy and waits for him to stop drinking. He tilts his head to one side and visibly eye fucks him, undressing him with his eyes, before he looks up to meet the most stunning pair of emerald eyes he’s ever seen. Sukuna leans down until he’s almost nose to nose, steps forward, pushing the guy back a step, and he lowers his voice to hush under the music, “Wanna go upstairs and have the best sex of your life?”
In the morning, Sukuna will kick himself for how lame he sounds. In the morning, he might nurse a hangover and wonder how he ever made it so far in life. For now, he leans back until he can lift his bottle up and flick his tongue out, tracing it up the neck until he catches the rim of it with the tip. Slowly, with his eyes fixed on the stranger, Sukuna dips his tongue into the opening, lathes at it. Finally he wraps his lips around it, lifts his head up until his neck is exposed, and he swallows three quick gulps before he looks back down. He chases away a stray drop of beer from the corner of his lips with a thumb and shoves it into his mouth, making an obscene show of swallowing around that digit.
“Yes,” the guy says, “fuck. Yes, okay.”
“Great,” Sukuna purrs, and he all but grabs the guy’s wrist and drags him behind him up the stairs. He doesn’t remember whose house it is, or what they said about which rooms were off limits, but Sukuna’s pulling the guy into the nearest room he can, somebody’s bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them, and shoving the guy against the wooden structure. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” His eyes settle on a pale neck and Sukuna wants to sink his teeth into it, mark it, and claim it as his.
“Megumi.”
Sukuna groans and forces his attention back to Megumi’s face. “Pretty name for a pretty face.”
He sees the quip on Megumi’s tongue, sees the slight furrowing of brows that tells him Megumi’s heard it all before, but it dies when Sukuna surges forward. He swallows down whatever words Megumi had, shoving his tongue between slightly chapped lips to taste the sweet cherry on Megumi’s tongue. There are hands in Sukuna’s hair, around his neck, down his sides, across his chest. Anywhere and everywhere Megumi reaches he touches and Sukuna presses into him, his legs slotted on either side of one of Megumi’s thighs. He rolls his hips steadily, enjoying the slow friction that builds within him, and the way he can feel his boxers dampen from his growing wetness.
Megumi pulls away, gasping in the slither of space between them, and cracks his eyes open up at Sukuna. “What’s your name?”
“Sukuna.”
“Sukuna,” Megumi echoes and a thrill of electricity shoots through Sukuna at hearing his name whispered breathlessly.
“Remember it,” Sukuna says, and he dives back in for another taste of Megumi’s mouth, for another lick of that sweet cherry Megumi’s been drinking all night. It’s delicious and Sukuna can’t get enough. He nips at Megumi’s bottom lip, drags his hands down Megumi’s chest, and can’t help the way he squeezes at his waist.
Megumi responds just as kind, lifting his thigh up to grind between Sukuna’s lips, fingers already fumbling at his belt.
Then, Sukuna’s shoved back. He stumbles until Megumi follows him, marching him back, back, back, until his knees buckle from hitting the edge of the bed and Sukuna falls onto the mattress. Before him, Megumi drops to his knees. That sight alone makes Sukuna wetter, makes him hot under the collar and his muscles throbbing with need. Megumi tugs at Sukuna’s pants and boxers, and Sukuna lifts his hips up, helping to get both materials down.
The moment they’re past his knees, Megumi’s between his legs again, shoving his hands at Sukuna’s knees, spreading them apart, and he stalls for only a moment. In that solitary moment, a sober part of Sukuna’s brain tells him this is the part where Megumi stops, gets up, and leaves Sukuna hanging.
He isn’t given much chance to think on it before there’s a tongue swiping at his slick and those same, slightly chapped lips, are sucking at his clit. Sukuna moans without realising it, his hips coming up off the bed. Megumi’s sliding his fingers up Sukuna’s thighs, digging into his muscles to pin him down as he works his tongue into him. Sukuna has to fist his fingers into the sheets to stop himself from grabbing Megumi’s hair and shoving him harder between his legs.
It’s been so long since somebody ate him out and it feels amazing, the buzz of excitement stirring the heat low in his gut. He doesn’t want this to end. Megumi’s great with his tongue, and Sukuna opens his mouth, with what he doesn’t know, when two fingers slide easily into him. Megumi crooks them and easily finds the spot that has Sukuna clenching around him, that has Sukuna groaning loudly into the room. He was sure somebody on the other side of the bedroom door hears him, and he doesn’t care. He wants people to know he’s having the best time of his life.
“Megumi,” he moans, and the only answer Sukuna receives is a grinding of digits against that same spot, a building of pressure that grows, grows, grows . Sukuna stutters on his breaths, rocks hard against Megumi’s fingers, struggles for words as his mind succumbs to a mixed, horny-alcohol infused brain fog that blanks everything out but the pleasure Megumi licks into him.
“I- I- I-” Sukuna chants, and he feels it. The sudden, intense pressure that almost feels like it’s too much, the gush of slick that Megumi catches with his tongue, the tightening of his muscles, and extreme euphoria that’s just… out… of… reach .
Sukuna groans as he comes, his muscles trembling, quivering. Megumi keeps going, sucking at his muscles, licking into him, and he slides a third finger between loosened muscles, reaching that same spot all over again and it pushes Sukuna further. It sends his mind spiralling at how intense it all feels, how incredible it all is, and there’s a familiar sensation creeping through him as Megumi works him through his orgasm, sending wave after wave coursing through his body.
He feels it, the sudden gush of liquid that feels like he’s just pissed himself, and the rush it fills him with almost turns his vision white. He groans shakily, unable to form any word, unable to think about what kind of mess he’s just made across Megumi’s face. All he knows is he can’t stop the rocking of his hips as he chases more of that incredible, mind numbing pleasure, he can’t stop the gasping of breaths as he feels more cum squirt out of him.
A shiver runs through him when Sukuna becomes aware of a tongue still lapping at him, of the mouth still fixed around his cunt, and he moans at the way Megumi seems desperate to drink up every drop. He drops his head onto the bed and stares dazedly up at the ceiling. On either side of him the bed dips and Megumi’s face fills his vision, tugging a grin onto Sukuna’s lips. There’s slick dripping down Megumi’s chin, drops hanging from the strands of damp hair in front of his eyes, and his cheeks glisten.
“Sorry,” Sukuna says, not one bit apologetic. “Should’ve warned you.”
Something dark crosses Megumi’s eyes, something hungry, and Sukuna feels fresh heat curl in his stomach. Then, Megumi shifts. He’s reaching between them, shifting his weight around until something thick catches on the edges of Sukuna’s cunt.
“Oh,” Sukuna says.
“Yeah?” Megumi whispers and Sukuna thinks it’s cute the way he hesitates, waiting for Sukuna’s permission.
It forces him to chuckle and he wraps his arms around Megumi’s neck, threading fingers through dark hair to pull their faces closer. “Megumi, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will murder you.”
Megumi groans, eyes falling to Sukuna’s mouth. “Thank fuck,” he says, and he thrusts into Sukuna’s heat in one roll.
Sukuna moans, muscles clenching around Megumi, and he thinks he’s in heaven. “Move,” he demands.
And Megumi obeys. He draws back only to snap into Sukuna, over and over, and over. He fucks Sukuna with abandon and Sukuna enjoys every second of it. He holds onto Megumi as Megumi scrapes his teeth across Sukuna’s bottom lip. It’s rough, it’s cruel, it’s harsh, it has the bed rocking against the wall, has Sukuna being pulled and pushed up and down the bed with each thrust, and it’s everything he could ever want.
“Oh fuck,” Sukuna groans and a second orgasm creeps up on him. “Megumi. Right there.”
“Yeah,” Megumi mumbles, breath hot against Sukuna’s cheek, hips slapping against Sukuna’s thighs, fingers digging into his muscles.
There’s a particularly harsh thrust that hits Sukuna just right and it sends him careening into another orgasm, has him shaking around Megumi, muscles pulsing and throbbing, clenching onto his cock for dear life. And he feels it in Megumi’s stuttered movements. “Shit, shit, shit,” Megumi whispers, “I’m-”
Sukuna fists his hands into Megumi’s hair, drags his face up until their eyes meet, and he grins. “Do it, Megumi. Fill me up.” Megumi groans against his lips and Sukuna swallows the noise down with a messy kiss that’s all teeth and noise. He gasps at the sudden heat that fills him, at the swell of stomach as Megumi’s cock keeps going. Everything’s hot, and wet and Sukuna’s enjoying every single second of it.
Megumi breaks the kiss first with a high pitched whine before he drops his head onto Sukuna’s chest.
Sukuna chuckles and he lets his head fall back onto the bed, his own chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Fuck,” he whispers and he shakes a hand through his sweat dampened hair. “Where the hell have you been hiding?”
Megumi laughs against Sukuna’s chest and he lifts himself up to look down at Sukuna. “Same place you have.”
“That’s cheesy,” Sukuna says, all grins and smiles.
Megumi snorts. “Coming from the guy who said it first.”
Sukuna hums and he lifts a hand up to push dark hair out of Megumi’s face.
“Oh my god I’m sorry!”
The door slams shut and Sukuna cackles at the very idea that somebody’s seen them. He feels Megumi’s groan and Sukuna shakes his head. “Who cares about them?” Megumi gives him a withering look and Sukuna smirks up at him. “What I do care about is getting your number so I can take you to dinner. What do you say, Megumi?”
Heat flashes in those green eyes and Megumi nods. “I’d be upset if we didn’t.”