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Megumi is sweating, and it’s not from exertion. No, he’s hardly had to do more than summon Nue, stand back, and let Yuuji do all the heavy lifting. Literal heavy lifting. The cursed spirit is much weaker than they had anticipated and particularly vulnerable to close-range and hand-to-hand attacks, so Yuuji is the better option in the fight. Still, though, Megumi is sweating, because Yuuji literally just picked the thing up and smashed it into a wall. It had to be two, three hundred kilograms? And Yuuji just tossed it like it was a used tissue. Shit, just how strong is he?
“Megumi? Hello? Earth to Megumi?”
Yuuji’s voice breaks Megumi from his thoughts and he blinks, realizing Yuuji is right in front of his face. So close he could reach out and kiss—
“Huh?”
It’s not Megumi’s finest response, but it seems better than the alternatives playing out in his mind so he’ll roll with it.
“I said that thing is taken care of, we’re all good to go,” Yuuji repeats. “You look sweaty, are you feeling okay?”
And no, Megumi is not feeling okay. He’s far from it, but he’s not the kind of not okay that requires medical attention. Just, attention of a different kind. That he can deal with. On his own. Later. Definitely not while thinking about Yuuji slamming that curse into a wall.
“Fine, just, uh, a little sweaty I guess,” Megumi says.
“As long as you’re okay,” Yuuji replies, but he seems unconvinced. The tiny stumble Megumi takes as he follows after Yuuji doesn’t help, but he does—just barely—remember to release Nue.
“You, uh, took care of that cursed spirit really well,” Megumi says, swallowing hard. Hard. He has to be careful, because if there’s one thing these uniforms are terrible for it’s hiding boners, and he doesn’t want to have to explain that to either Yuuji or Ijichi.
“Yeah! That thing was pretty strong, but I’m definitely stronger,” Yuuji replies, slapping his bicep. And oh, Megumi is so, so screwed.
“Megumi!”
Megumi can hear Yuuji shout for him through the walls, and he has no idea why he doesn’t just come next door to his room.
“Megumi!” Yuuji shouts again, and Megumi rolls himself off of the bed and pads into the hallway, opening Yuuji’s door.
“Can I help you?” Megumi asks, taking in the sight in front of him.
Yuuji is sitting on the floor with a notepad in front of him and his phone playing Christmas music in the background. This is not what Megumi had been expecting, but it’s not the weirdest position he’s found Yuuji in. Not by a long shot.
“You can just shout back through the walls, you know,” Yuuji says, pausing the music.
“I don’t want to do that,” Megumi says with a sigh. “What’s up?”
“Kugisaki and I are going Christmas shopping later today and I have two questions—” Yuuji holds up two fingers “—one—” he puts one finger down “—do you want to come with us, and two—” down goes the other finger “—what do you want for Christmas?”
Megumi pauses. He opens his mouth to respond but lets it hang there wordlessly because how is he supposed to explain that he wants Yuuji to throw him against the wall and rail him until he’s seeing stars and won’t be able to walk for a week?
“Uh,” Megumi says confidently.
Yuuji is looking up at him, waiting for a more articulate response, but Megumi’s brain is still offline.
“I, yeah I’ll come with you to go shopping,” he finally says.
“Awesome! The whole squad is going out! We can stop and get coffee and oh maybe a late lunch, Kugisaki is gonna be excited!” Yuuji does a happy little wiggle and it melts Megumi’s heart.
“Oh, but what do you want? So I know what to keep an eye out for?” Yuuji is still wiggling, and it’s incredibly distracting.
“You don’t, ah, you don’t need to get me anything, Itadori,” Megumi says, earning him a jutted-out lower lip from Yuuji.
“But it’s Christmas! I have to get you something!” Yuuji whines.
“I trust your judgment,” Megumi says and turns to leave. “What time are we leaving?”
“Uh, two I think? I’d say two, but be prepared for us to tear your door down if I’m wrong,” Yuuji says with a laugh.
“No different than any other day,” Megumi sighs. He knows he’ll probably have to tell Yuuji what he wants for Christmas eventually, but today doesn’t seem like that day.
Today was, in fact, that day. Megumi had let Yuuji and Nobara drag him through the streets of first Harajuku, and then Shibuya, and more importantly, he had let his guard down. In his defense, Megumi had eaten far more crab-fried rice than had been strictly necessary and it left him sleepy, so he let his eyes slip closed on the subway ride back toward campus.
“So I got gifts for Gojo-sensei, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, and Panda-senpai, Shoko-sensei, and Nanamin,” Yuuji says, rattling the names off. “The only person I didn’t get a gift for is you,” he continues.
Megumi’s eyes are closed but he can feel Yuuji looking at him, and he can already tell he’s too tired to fight it.
“You don’t need to get me anything,” Megumi says, not bothering to open his eyes.
“But Megumi!” Yuuji whines. “You have to let me get you something! I don’t want you to be the only one who doesn’t get a gift from me on Christmas!”
“I... don’t really want anything, Yuuji,” Megumi tries. He’s rapidly losing this battle, though, and he’s at least hoping they can make it to their stop before he has to confess on the subway.
“Nothing? You don’t want a single thing?” Yuuji clearly doesn’t believe him.
“I don’t want a thing,” Megumi starts, taking a deep breath. “I have too many things. I want... an experience, you know?”
Yuuji absolutely does not know.
“Like, you want me to take you to the movies or something?” His eyes widen as he stares up at Megumi. “Like a date? You want me to take you on a date for Christmas?”
“Actually I—”
“Oh, my god, that actually sounds kind of fun! Like a friend date! There are some pretty good movies playing now, and we could get dinner—”
“Not a friend date,” Megumi says cutting him off. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose but it’s not helping, and they’re still several stops away.
“...not a friend date?” Yuuji’s hand tightens from where it’s been sitting on Megumi’s thigh.
Megumi sighs. This is going to sound a whole lot less romantic than whatever Yuuji had just been planning, but he has to get it out.
“Now I’m going to sound like an ass because you’re probably expecting me to say a date date and yeah that sounds really, really nice, but the only thing I can think about is you picking me up, throwing me against the wall, and fucking me so hard that I can’t move or think for the next several hours if not days.”
Megumi blinks, still not sure if he’s said all of that out loud or if any of this is really happening.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” Is the only thing Yuuji says in response and oh, fuck, Megumi has really shoved his foot into his mouth on this one.
“Since I saw you throw that curse against the wall a few weeks ago. I can’t stop thinking about it, about how strong you are. I don’t— I don’t know,” Megumi replies. He thinks he’s never going to live this down and god why can’t he just stop talking?
“You’ve been thinking about me throwing you against the wall and fucking you for weeks now?” Yuuji pulls away from Megumi a bit so he can look at him, but Megumi can’t read his expression.
“Yeah. Uh, sorry if that’s weird. No, it is weird, I’m sorry,” Megumi rambles.
“And you’re just now telling me this?”
“Well I’m not really sure when else I would have told you, Yuuji, it’s not like I’m going to go around and tell you I want you to fuck me raw and fill me up,” Megumi replies. He can feel his eyes widen because oh my god he just can’t stop.
“I mean, Megumi,” Yuuji whispers, his eyes widening as well. “Megumi we’ve wasted so much time! I could have been fucking you this entire time!”
Megumi blinks. This is not how he had been expecting Yuuji to reply, but he’s not mad about it. Most definitely not mad.
“I—” Megumi starts, but he doesn’t know how to finish that thought. “Really?”
“Yes really! I mean god you don’t even know, you don’t even know! There is very little I’d like more than to do exactly that,” Yuuji says. “Not, like, right here right now obviously but like—”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you meant right here. That would be a scene,” Megumi replies. “But really? Like actually?”
“Duh! I mean you know it doesn’t have to be a Christmas gift and I can still get you a real one, right?”
Megumi’s cheeks are so hot he thinks he’s going to set the entire train on fire.
“I mean, you don’t have to,” he stammers. “Like, this is more than enough.”
Yuuji shakes his head. “Nah, I’ll definitely get you something, but this? This is something we can do.”
Megumi swallows hard, wondering what, on earth, he’s gotten himself into.
Megumi can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he wipes his hands on his towel for the third time. He’s only going next door, it’s just Yuuji. But it’s Yuuji. It’s Yuuji, and Megumi has been thinking about this for weeks and he’s showered twice already and stretched but he’s still sure he’s going to fuck it up. He’s left Yuuji waiting long enough though, and he takes a deep breath and opens his door, scurrying over to Yuuji’s before he can overthink it.
There’s no need to knock but Megumi does anyway, his voice hushed as he calls out “it’s me.”
Yuuji opens the door and tugs him inside, shutting it again quickly once Megumi has barely cleared the doorway.
“Hey,” Yuuji says casually as if his eyes weren’t wide and his chest wasn’t heaving.
“Did I, uh, catch you at a bad time? We can reschedule, or we can just not—”
Megumi never gets to finish his sentence as Yuuji crashes their lips together, awkward and clumsy and far too aggressive for a first kiss. Yuuji nips at Megumi’s lower lip, teeth sinking in just a little too deep, his hand gripped on Megumi’s hip just a touch too hard. Megumi kisses back, but he can’t match Yuuji’s intensity, his pace.
“Is this... are you okay?” Yuuji asks, pulling away just a bit.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I’ll let you know if I’m not,” Megumi replies, too busy staring at Yuuji’s blown pupils and spit-slick lips to focus too much on what he’s saying.
Yuuji nods, sliding his other hand down to Megumi’s hip and stepping into his space. The wind is knocked from Megumi’s lungs as Yuuji shoves him into the wall, so close to him that every inch of their bodies is touching. He’s rough, digging his thumb into Megumi’s hip as he ruts against his leg. Like an animal, Megumi thinks. It’s the only thought he has before Yuuji is undoing the buttons on his pants, shoving them down to Megumi’s thighs, and groping his cock through his boxers.
Megumi keens at the touch, mind blank except for the sheer, overwhelming thought of Yuuji. Yuuji, who’s picking him up and throwing him onto the bed. He knew Yuuji was strong, he’s seen it, but it had to be entirely something else to be picked up by him and tossed like he was nothing more than a balled-up shirt. Or maybe an apple.
When he lands it knocks the wind out of him again, but there’s no time for him to catch it before Yuuji is on top of him, kissing him with teeth and tongue and fumbling to tug his boxers down. There’s only so much Megumi can do to help, unwilling to pull away from Yuuji long enough to slide them off.
“Wait, hang on,” Yuuji says, breaking the kiss. He leans back, chest heaving as he looks down at Megumi. The look on his face sends a shiver down Megumi’s spine— Yuuji is looking at him like he’s prey.
Megumi whines, reaching out in an attempt to pull Yuuji back to him. It doesn’t work though as Yuuji leans over to his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom and tossing both onto the bed. While Yuuji pops the cap on the lube and smears it on his fingers Megumi tugs his boxers off, throwing them to the other side of the room.
“Gonna be cold,” Yuuji warns as he rubs his fingers over Megumi’s hole.
It is cold, and Megumi shivers. There isn’t much resistance as Yuuji slips two fingers in, eyes wide as he stares up at Megumi.
“I... warmed up,” Megumi admits, hating the way his cheeks blush at the statement. “Didn’t want to have to wait.”
“You’re so dirty,” Yuuji whispers, pressing a kiss to the inside of Megumi’s thigh. His lips graze along the curve of his muscles to his cock, licking up the side of it.
Yuuji’s lips are soft and warm around the tip of Megumi’s cock, his tongue darting out and lapping up the precum from his slit. He can feel himself melting under the touch, his whole body screaming for more as Yuuji adds another finger inside of him.
“You think you’re okay?” Yuuji asks, popping off of Megumi with a wet noise.
The only thing Megumi can do is nod, still gripping the sheets in his fists and watching with pained intensity as Yuuji pulls his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty. Time seems to stretch on forever as Yuuji wipes them on the sheets and tears the condom open, rolling onto the length of his cock.
“This is, uh, I’ve never—”
Megumi cuts Yuuji off by leaning up to kiss him, crashing their lips together.
“I’ve never either, if it’s too much for you you tell me, okay?” Megumi rests their foreheads together, feeling their breathing sync.
“Yeah, okay, yeah,” Yuuji agrees.
Megumi rolls back down onto the bed, spreading his legs as wide as he can to give Yuuji room to crawl between them. It’s awkward but Megumi doesn’t care, the only thing he cares about is the look on Yuuji’s face as he rolls the condom on his cock and presses it against him. He has to remind himself to breathe as Yuuji pushes the head in, and oh fuck he’s a lot bigger than Megumi had been expecting.
For all that Megumi had wanted to be manhandled, tossed around like a sack of rice, and fucked into next week, he’s glad that Yuuji is taking it slow. His fingers are still wrapped around Megumi’s cock as he slides in, and Megumi can tell how careful he’s being not to squeeze as he buries himself.
“Tight, holy shit Megumi you’re so tight,” Yuuji grits out.
“Not like you’re exactly small either,” Megumi replies, unable to stop himself from reaching up and pulling Yuuji down to kiss him.
Yuuji seems to lose himself in the moment, rutting his hips into Megumi as they kiss. It’s not quite what Megumi would call fucking, but it’s so good it doesn’t matter. Yuuji lets his hand drop from Megumi’s cock to his hip, using it to hold him down.
The anglel is perfect as Yuuji starts to fuck him in earnest, all but slamming his hips into Megumi’s with each thrust. Tiny moans and gasps tumble from Yuuji’s lips against Megumi’s ears, and he’s sure he’s making similar sounds.
“Fuck, Yuuji, feels so good,” Megumi whimpers as he worms one of his hands between them to fist his cock.
“Megumi I wanna spend the rest of my life like this,” Yuuji moans. “Wanna fuck you all day every day, fuck.”
“Yuuji, please,” Megumi whines. He wants that too, wants to forget about all of their responsibilities and problems and be nothing more than Yuuji’s fuck toy.
Megumi can feel Yuuji’s thighs trembling, and with the way he’s losing all sense of rhythm Megumi knows he’s close, and fuck, he is too. All it takes is a few more strokes of his cock and Megumi’s entire body is white hot electricity that has him burying his face in Yuuji’s neck, moaning his name long and low.
“Gonna cum,” Yuuji groans, and it’s the only warning Megumi gets before Yuuji slams his hips against him one last time, his cum still warm even through the condom.
Despite his strength Yuuji still flops down onto Megumi, arms limp and shaky and chest heaving.
“Christ, Yuuji, you weigh as much as a baby elephant,” Megumi grunts. He’s still too loose-limbed to do anything more than push against Yuuji, but he eventually gets with the program and rolls off of him, slipping out with an awkward pop.
“That was... holy fuck. Holy fuck that was good,” Yuuji says as he reaches for Megumi, tossing an arm over him. “Was... did you... I mean I know you... but like—”
“Yes, Yuuji,” Megumi replies, cutting him off and putting him out of his misery. “That was really good. Like, really good.”
“Oh. Good,” Yuuji says, turning his head to kiss Megumi. He uses his free hand to pull the condom off, knotting it and tossing it god knows where. Megumi can only hope it didn’t land in his clothes.
A comfortable silence falls over them, and Megumi finds himself rearranging them to pull the blanket up to snuggle under. He knows he should shower, hell they both should, but he’s too lazy to care.
“Hey, don’t be mad but I did get you, like, a physical gift,” Yuuji says, his voice lazy and half asleep.
“Yeah? What is it?” Megumi asks, knowing there’s no way it’s going to beat this.
“Nah, nope, no spoilers. You’re just going to have to wait until Christmas to find out,” Yuuji replies.
Megumi sighs and rolls his eyes, wiggling back into Yuuji. He’ll press him for more later, right now he’s content to let the endorphins slowly fade as he drifts off.