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Being a vessel for the King of Curses himself inevitably came with its array of predictable inconveniences - which was putting it in very mild terms. Any and all sorcerers could tell Yuuji that much - and had done so, repeatedly and at length, in fact. Yet, finding out about the unpredictable annoyances that come with his unique position is entirely up to Yuuji. He doesn’t get the full picture immediately, obviously, not until Sukuna is done pretending he can be entirely subdued, that is.
“ Uhmm… ” Yuuji stares pointedly at the mouth sneering at him from the back of his hand - the hand that has stopped in its tracks halfway to its intended mark currently jutting out from the front of his boxers. “Can I help you?”
“As a matter of fact, you can,” Sukuna’s disgruntled baritone enunciates, drily. “By keeping your hands to yourself, brat.”
“That’s exactly what I was doing,” Yuuji points out. It’s been a while since he’s had an evening off to spend alone in his room. As it turns out, the life of a Jujutsu sorcerer is quite hectic, he will gladly take any chance for a little self-care as he can get. Of course, he couldn’t have predicted the one thing that would get between himself and his right hand that night would be his own damn hand, of all things. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
“Get me anywhere near that thing and see what happens,” Sukuna’s mouth threatens, deadpan. Its lips pull back to bare rows of sharp teeth.
Noted.
“Just get off my hand, man, what’s the big deal?”
“It really isn’t a big deal,” Sukuna mockingly agrees. “And you’re not touching it.”
Yuuji makes a point of ignoring the jab at his perfectly average - now sadly softening in disappointment - dick and tries to bargain instead. “Listen, you can tune out what my body is feeling, right? Just ignore me for a little while, I’ll be quick-”
“I don’t doubt it,” the curse drawls insolently. “But this pathetic body of yours belongs to me now. You’re not touching it without my consent.”
Ah.
That gives Yuuji pause. When Sukuna puts it like that, the issue at hand - no pun intended - is tricky. Granted, it’s the first time he’s ever had to consider the ethics of jerking off; it didn’t occur to him he would have shared custody of his own penis at any point of his life. Maybe that had been rude of him to just go ahead. But Sukuna has let him do it before already, after all…
“I see…” Yuuji says, consideringly. “So you’re saying, since we’re sharing a body it’s almost like we’re having sex together, so I should ask for your consent first, right? In that case, may I-”
“ That’s not at all what I’m saying ,” Sukuna immediately cuts him off. “You’re seriously asking for permission? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Look,” Yuuji tries again in a conciliatory voice. “You’ve been dead for… what, a thousand years, give or take? I’m sure you must be pent up as-”
“There is no level of desperation that would lead me to seek out your helping hand, brat,” Sukuna scoffs with superiority. “Besides, the weakness of mortal flesh bears no weight on me. I’m no green, little bitch in heat that can’t keep it in their breeches.”
“What I’m supposed to do, then?” the green, little bitch in question groans, understandably nettled.
“Do as you’re told, brat.”
“That’s unfair! I have needs!”
Sukuna grins cruelly at him from the palm of his hand. “Sucks to be you, then.”
Yuuji is about to insist when it finally hits him. Sukuna is doing it on purpose to torture him. It’s far from the worst thing he’s done to him so far, but it certainly is - literally - the lowest of his blows.
Begrudgingly, Yuuji puts his softening cock away and falls back down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Better to give it up for now, he’s too tired and too horny to come up with a solution. He’ll think of something later.
***
‘Later’ doesn’t bring him any more wisdom, unfortunately. He tries and fails to sneak up on his own boner without Sukuna noticing a couple of times and all it gets him is a bite in the dick and Sukuna’s ridicule.
“Seriously, kid, how thick in the head can you be?” the curse mocks him - like he didn’t effectively just bite himself in the junk just to prove a point. “Isn’t that the very definition of stupidity? Trying the same thing over and over again expecting different results?”
Yuuji stubbornly bites the inside of his cheek, trying to drown out the throbbing ache of his poor, bruised dick. He should probably get some ice for that. It might help keep his erection in check too, should the temptation arise again.
***
“I’m impressed, Yuuji-kun. Mastering the control of cursed energy is no easy feat for a novice such as yourself, yet you’ve managed to make enormous progress in a very short time. You’re making your teacher proud,” Gojo Satoru gloats behind him, patting a hand over his head and jovially tousling his hair.
Yuuji keeps his eyes resolutely fixed on the tv screen. He doesn’t have the heart to tell his proud teacher the reason why he’s been able to keep his stream of cursed energy as copious and steady as it is - nor to politely ask him to stop touching him. Right now mastering his cursed energy is a much easier feat than keeping himself from leaning into Gojo’s warm hand. Yuuji may not know a lot about how cursed energy and sorcery work but he’s pretty sure the way his scalp tingles distractingly under the sweep of his teacher’s fingers has nothing to do with either of those things.
That dry spell is really doing numbers on him.
***
Yuuji wakes up with a sharp gasp and a shudder to a warm, wet gush soaking up the front of his boxers.
Sukuna’s caustic chuckle flutters at the side of his neck, where his pulse races like a wild horse. “Pathetic.”
Yuuji presses the heels of his hands to his eyes until it hurts and focuses on his breathing to get his heart and lungs to settle. He never had a wet dream like that before; it felt almost violently intrusive. He lets out a sigh then gets up to get himself cleaned up.
At the very least his body found a way to bypass Sukuna’s tyrannical boner embargo. Although it isn’t satisfying in the least, it gives him a little respite from the mounting discomfort he’s growing regrettably accustomed to for a couple of days.
***
“Are you even listening to me, kid?” Nanami’s words barely cut through the drowsy haze clouding Yuuji’s head.
“H-huh? Y-yeah, of course,” Yuuji mumbles in a less than convincing way.
“This job doesn’t pay me enough to keep repeating myself, so pay attention.”
It’s not his fault his brain picked that moment to realize how deeply hypnotic Nanami’s velvety baritone truly is. The way his voice travels from the nose to the mouth when he’s being serious, and how it withdraws to the back of the throat when lowers his voice, growing darker and richer, smooth and sensual like molten chocolate…
Seriously, brat? Sukuna’s judgmental voice echoes in his mind. What would your teacher think if he knew what kind of ideas you’re getting…
Yuuji can feel Sukuna’s mouth part the skin of his cheek. He catches the curse’s intentions in time and bolts before the demon has the chance to rat him out to Nanami.
***
So Sukuna’s boner embargo continues.
***
“You look like crap,” Nobara lets him know with her usual tactfulness.
“Thanks,” Yuuji replies almost automatically. He’s too tired to put any real effort into actually sounding sarcastic.
Being cockblocked on the regular is definitely not the worst thing about being Sukuna’s vessel but it has certainly developed into the most commonly recurring annoyance. It’s becoming increasingly difficult for him to fall asleep as quickly as he used to. Nothing he can’t handle, though; after all, he’s been through far worse so far. It’ll just take some time getting used to, he imagines. Mind over flesh, and all.
“Mind over flesh,” he mumbles to himself.
He doesn’t pick up on the confused and concerned looks Nobara and Megumi exchange across the table.
***
“Yuuji-kun∼” Gojo strolls in brandishing a brand new DVD case. “I got a new addition for my movie collection! And this one has that one actress you like in it. I hear there’s integral nudity in this one too-”
Yuuji jumps to his feet so fast the cursed puppet in his lap flies across the room.
“Sorry, I forgot I have a thing, I have to go,” he mutters through gritted, already on his way out of the room.
Mind over flesh doesn’t apply to Jennifer Lawrence!
***
“Don’t even think about it, brat,” Sukuna chides him from the palm of his hand. “I already told you what’ll happen.”
Admittedly, Yuuji needs to hear that. He has been staring at the curse’s lips a little too long, his mind working, wondering, taking him down paths he isn’t proud of. His genuine curiosity has turned morbid under the influx of his sexual frustration.
But, seriously speaking, how far does Sukuna’s anatomy extend behind those lips? And what would happen if he were to-
“ Watch it, ” the snarling mouth warns him. “Unless you want to find out how many rows of teeth I can grow. ”
Yuuji’s definitely not desperate enough to ignore him. However, morosely staring at his empty hand did just give him an idea.
***
“I need a hand,” Yuuji concludes his shameful report of his recent misfortunes joining his hands in front of his face, practically bowing over the table. “Please?”
Megumi and Nobara exchange loaded looks, colour slowly rising to their cheeks as they process his words.
“That’s it? That’s what’s been keeping you up at night?” Nobara asks, hand coming up to partially cover her face, the gesture looking a lot less natural than she intends.
“It’s a big ask!” Yuuji insists. He wouldn’t have waited so long to ask for help if it had been an easy feat, after all. Yet, his two beautiful classmates are just looking at him consideringly.
“Is it?” Nobara wonders aloud, shooting Megumi a sideways glance.
“We’ve both gone through far worse for your sake,” Megumi points out, calmly.
“Right? I mean, don’t threaten me with a good time,” Nobara huffs, nodding along.
“You guys mean…?” Yuuji asks, stupidly, eyes darting from one to the other.
Megumi nods, once. “What are friends for?” he says, measuredly.
Yuuji beams at them from across the table. He’s so lucky to have such amazing friends that are willing to sleep with him!
***
Yuuji’s entire body sings when Megumi’s hands yank roughly at his shirt, the fabric crumbling up in his balled up fists as he pulls Yuuji across his room. Yuuji’s own are gripping the collar of Megumi’s shirt, pressing their faces together, unwilling to break the kiss he’s been met with at the door.
There’s a quick tussle - Megumi pulling at Yuuji’s arms, grabbing at his shoulders, Yuuji grasping at Megumi’s hips and waist - but it’s over as soon as Megumi’s back hits the mattress. Yuuji is quick to cage him against it, pressing himself along the warm, toned body beneath him, hands hungrily slipping underneath Megumi’s shirt to feel smooth, heated skin break into goosebumps. Yuuji’s body responds in kind when he finds his way between Megumi’s legs.
“Mm’gumi…” he mumbles, dipping his head low to reach Megumi’s neck, mouth latching at the hinge of his jaw.
“Leave visible marks and I’ll kill you,” Megumi says. That line has never sounded less credible than it does now. The quality of voice makes heat settle at the back of his head.
Yuuji does his best to listen - to nip at his classmate’s delicious neck respectfully - kissing and lightly sucking his way down to Megumi’s clavicle. Megumi goes soft and easy for him, tilting his head back, exposing the line of his throat; it makes sweet, electric sparks dance beneath Yuuji’s skin. He’s feeling up Yuuji’s arms, squeezing at his biceps a lot more intently than he’s letting on; Yuuji can tell by the way his breathing grows ragged against his scalp.
He rips himself away to pull Megumi’s oversized shirt up, exposing his chest. Megumi reflexively holds the rumpled fabric under his chin, thighs caging Yuuji’s waist, squeezing lightly. A delicious, rosy flush of colour is spreading from his chest to his ears. Yuuji can’t help himself, running his hands along the firm, heaving torso, thumbs deliberately brushing across tawny nipples. He hungrily drinks in the shivers that ripple under his palm.
Surely he can be less respectful there, right? It’s not like anyone would see the marks if he accidentally left any…
The two of them would be the only ones to know they were there in the first place.
The thought makes his body temperature spike suddenly. He dives in with a hearty groan, pressing his mouth to Megumi’s ribcage, tongue laving at every inch of skin it can reach. Megumi’s arms drape across his shoulders, fingers find their way to the base of his undercut. The sensation is maddening. Delicious shocks of electricity dance beneath the pads of Megumi’s fingers, coiling along Yuuji’s spine. Just that little contact is enough to make him crave being touched all over.
Yuuji is fully hard within seconds. He presses down, adhering to the length of Megumi’s deliciously warm body and Megumi moans softly, arching back against the hardness scorching his inner thigh. That brief lapse of his self control makes Yuujis’s hair stand on end, heat pooling lower at the pit of his stomach.
God, he’s so lucky to have such beautiful friends. Megumi’s body is hot and firm under him and wonderfully responsive. The readiness Yuuji is met with is getting him going hot and fast. He’s so ready for this.
“Megumi…” he sighs, finding the other’s lips once again. “‘gumi…”
Suddenly Megumi isn’t kissing him back anymore. His classmate has gone stiff underneath him - and not in a good way.
“Mmh?” Yuuji groans inquiringly. When he opens his eyes he can see Megumi staring back at him like a deer in headlights, that lovely rosy colour already draining from his face.
“What…?” He starts to ask.
And then he notices.
Sukuna is fully out, extra set of eyes open wide, worryingly keen, and locked in on the supine form currently caged under him, disheveled and exposed. Every single muscle in his body contracts as if to counter the unexpressed tension he feels coiling tightly within his limbs.
Yuuji carefully peels himself off Megumi at a glacial pace, like he’s afraid moving any faster will trigger Sukuna into pouncing out like a beast stalking in the bushes.
“Uhh… maybe I should-?”
“You should go, yeah,” Megumi swiftly agrees.
So Yuuji does.
***
Nobara is effusive and assertive where Megumi is mellow and indulgent. The press of her lips against his mouth is hot, demanding; it’s just what Yuuji needs right now. Everything about her is hot and soft and wonderful. Her lips are plump and sweet, vaguely essenced with a flavoured balm of some kind. He sighs and eagerly welcomes the sweep of her tongue into his mouth. She’s a really good kisser, even if a bit selfish at that.
He feels the press of her palm against his chest and gets the hint, letting her push him to lie down on her bed.
“Good boy,” she praises and Yuuji nearly whines at that. This forced abstinence is awakening a lot more than he intended to know about himself.
Nobara settles on his lap, just shy of sitting atop the straining, scorching bulge his long-suffering dick makes in his underwear. The heat of her thighs goes straight to his crotch. Her skin feels maddeningly soft even through layers of fabric.
Yuuji looks up at her. She seems pleased by his display. The top of her uniform is hanging open over the generous swell of her chest. Her bra is a very pretty shade of teal, he notes, and seemingly firmly sits in place in defiance with all known laws of physics.
“How are we doing so far?” Nobara asks, flipping back a stray strand of hair (like she doesn’t know the motion of her head makes everything jiggle.)
“Great. Fantastic. Never been better,” Yuuji hurriedly answers, feeling his mouth water when Nobara’s hands reach behind her back to finally unhook her bra. She puffs out her chest to do so too and Yuuji’s attention is locked in. He can’t wait to get in there - he really, really hopes Nobara will let him get in there. “If Sukuna saw anything he has anything against he would have come out already-”
That, for some reason, stops Nobara in her tracks. “What?” she asks, suddenly shrill.
“What?” Yuuji repeats, stupidly, having some trouble tearing his eyes off Nobara’s now eclipsing cleavage. “Wait, why are you putting them away, what-”
“He can see ? Like- me ? Right now ?”
“Well, yeah,” Yuuji says. “He sees everything I do.”
“And you couldn’t have told me that before?” Nobara yelps out, pulling her blouse closed over her chest. “I thought he couldn’t see without his extra eyes thingies open! I don’t want to do it with some older guy watching us!”
“‘ Older guy ’? Sukuna’s not an older guy, he’s like a thousand years old-,” Yuuji argues unhelpfully.
“That’s as old as a guy could possibly get!” Nobara retorts, angrily, before unceremoniously kicking him out.
Yuuji is left to stand shirtless in the corridor with his pants undone, a wet spot in his underwear and blue balls.
Sukuna doesn’t even deign to show up to openly laugh at him, the scene’s already as pathetic as it can get.
He’ll try his luck elsewhere.
***
Maki gives him a considering look - or, at least, what Yuuji’s whishful mind interprets as such.
“Sorry, dude,” she finally speaks, evenly. “I’m into girls.”
“Oh,” Yuuji says, taken aback. He’s been so used to assuming everyone is into everyone else he forgets not everyone works like he does. “Cool. Me too.”
“However,” she continues, ignoring the hand he’s holding out to her, expecting a high-five. “I might have a solution to your issue. Have you considered using toys?”
“Toys?” Yuuji asks, confused. “Like… video games?”
Sure, the graphics have been getting good lately, but he’s pretty sure some high-definition pixels and state-of-the-arts jiggle physics will only get him halfway there.
“No,” Maki replies, blinking slowly in exasperation. “Not like video games.”
Then Yuuji gets it.
“Oh!” He strikes his open hand with a closed fist. How could he not have thought about it before! King of curses or not, it would be hard even for Sukuna to bite his dick off through a fleshlight. “Thanks, senpai!”
“Don’t mention it.”
“I really owe you one! The next time you need-”
“ I said don’t mention it ,” Maki repeats, eloquently.
***
“The address?” Ijichi drawls, tiredly. “Why do you need the address of the dorm?”
“For mail and stuff,” Yuuji replies, straight faced.
“What mail? We don’t get mail here.”
“It’s… for a personal matter.”
“You’re not disclosing our location around, are you?” Ijichi asks, squinting sternly at him. “You do realize this whole operation needs to fly under the radar?”
“No! Of course, I just- uhh… need to order a package.”
“... I see. In that case, that’ll have to be taken up with management.”
“With…?”
“Meaning with me. I take care of postage at a secure drop-off station in Tokyo on behalf of our sorcerers. You will need authorization first, of course. You’ll have to wait for Gojo to come back, unless you want to take it up directly to the principal-”
“On second thought, I’m good,” Yuuji says, defeated. “It’s not that important.”
***
“You asked Maki-san for what ?” Nobara snaps, scowling at him over the rim of her cup. She’s holding it so tightly her hand shakes; she doesn’t seem to mind the trickle of boiling hot water spilling over her fingers, undoubtedly scalding her.
“For help,” Yuuji repeats, confused. “Nothing I haven’t asked you before.”
Why is her face so red?
“This is why girls don’t like you, Yuuji,” she imperiously proclaims, taking a sip of scalding tea. “You just don’t get it.”
Megumi and him stare at her in apprehension. There is no way she didn’t burn a whole layer of skin off her tongue.
***
“Miwa-senpai, thank you for-”
Kasumi shuts him up by placing a finger on his lips, coquettishly. “No need to thank me,” she assures him. “No need to talk at all.”
Yuuji nods, eagerly. She’s a lot more enthusiastic than he anticipated. No talking, straight into it. He can work with that. He gives her a once-over. He can definitely work with that.
“But we’re using this,” she adds, pulling a strip of dark cloth out from an inner pocket of her uniform. It’s a blindfold.
Yuuji’s head spins for a second. He didn’t expect Kasumi - of all people - to be kinky! She’s looking at him with big, expectant eyes, teeth excitedly worrying at her plump bottom lip.
“Whatever senpai wants,” he agrees and moves to secure the blindfold around Miwa’s forehead when she stops him again.
“No, Itadori-kun, this one’s for you.”
“Oh. Oh !” Maybe she’s thinking like Nobara, she would rather Sukuna not be able to see her through his eyes. He mentally chastises himself for not having thought of that before with Nobara. “If senpai would prefer, we could turn off the lights too, so it’ll be harder to see.”
“No… no, I’d like to see,” she says, cryptically, and pulls the blindfold on him. “There, now you look much better! Hey, would you mind keeping your uniform on? And could you push your hair back too? Here let me do it…”
In the middle of Miwa’s meticulous artistic direction, Yuuji’s hormone-ridden brain valiantly begins to piece things together. He bullies the unsavory growing suspicion to the back of his mind in favor of focusing on the warm, lithe body excitedly pressing against him. It seems to work just fine for a while - at least until he slips a hand inside Miwa’s underwear and she moans the wrong name into his mouth.
Suddenly, the suspicions he just put aside are making him feel too uncomfortable to be ignored.
***
“Did you ask my sister first before coming to me?” Mai foreseeably asks him in the middle of the most aggressive make-out session Yuuji has ever experienced.
Despite her rough handling - at this time he’s unwilling to admit it might be specifically because of her rough handling - he’s hard enough in his pants to have a delayed reaction to her question. His hesitation is one split second too long for him to be able to figure out he needs to lie and to get away with it.
“So you did,” Mai concludes, her expression growing - if possibly - even more intense. “Wrong sister, buddy! I’ll make sure you learn your lesson here and now!”
If her threat seems promising for a moment, that moment is over all too soon once she unceremoniously whips his dick out of his pants and grabs a hold of it. Hard. Way too hard. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to (correctly) read the noise that her gorilla-like grip on his privates rips from Yuuji’s throat as a wail of pain and starts yanking at it so roughly Yuuji fears it might tear clean off - and she’s doing it dry .
“Did my sister do this, huh?” she asks while keeping her eyes willfully averted from his dick, face going red. “Could my sister get you hard like this?”
Yuuji is pretty sure the reason his dick hasn’t gone soft in her hand yet is because she’s squeezing it too tightly for the blood to drain away as it clearly intends too.
Somehow, he mercifully escapes the encounter with his dick still intact - but incredibly sore. His poor eyes haven’t seen so many tears since the day his grandpa died.
***
To his credit, he does try his luck with Nishimiya Momo too.
She seems entirely happy to have his attention during his initial approach. She stands under the cherry blossom tree she has led them to while they took a walk and pretends to play with her impeccably laid hair while he struggles to get to his point. He can’t say he isn’t distracted by the way she sweetly urges him forward with little nods of her head and coquettish winks of her long, perfectly curved lashes. The way her little heart-shaped face glows pink for him is also incredibly endearing - and a very good sign for him.
Which is why Yuuji is taken by surprise when, once he finally does get to his point, he is smacked across the face fast enough he doesn’t see it coming.
“What kind of gentleman makes such inappropriate advances? I’m a lady , you beast! I deserve a proper confession first, and a courtship! With dates and flowers and gifts and trips and-”
She carries on and on as Yuuji holds his throbbing cheek, dumbstruck. Who knew a girl so petite could pack such a punch?
***
“You know there’s an obvious solution here, right?” Megumi tells him, discreetly, while they’re sitting on the stone steps outside of the temple.
“Well yeah, you,” Yuuji responds wistfully, scratching the back of his head as he looks at the other sorcerer. “You’re my closest friend, who else would I turn to?”
“Ah…” Megumi responds and turns his head away for some reason. Yuuji stupidly looks in the same direction, trying to see what’s so interesting over there. “I actually meant…” Megumi resumes after a while, “if I can’t do it, maybe there’s someone who could-”
“Can’t do what?”
They both turn to find Noritoshi Kamo standing right behind them. “What can’t the heir of the Zenin clan do?” their senpai wants to know, with a less than discreet grin on his face.
So Yuuji tells him.
***
Noritoshi Kamo is not the obvious choice Yuuji would have gone for, but he certainly isn’t complaining. His senpai is tall and, as Yuuji is very happy to discover, his modest, orthodox attire hides a compact, sculpted physique.
Yuuji runs his hands across broad, slender shoulders, thanking mankind for the day it invented archery every time his fingers dip in the crease of a tight, well-defined muscle. The kiss is just ok, but Yuuji can work with that too.
He plasters himself to his senpai, chest to chest, spreading his legs when he feels one of Kamo’s thighs slot in between his own. Kamo’s hand finds his way onto his lower back, pressing encouragingly. Yuuji needs no further encouragement to start grinding his hips chasing the friction generously offered by his senpai’s firm body. Kamo seems to grow more and more fiery the more Yuuji’s motions become enthusiastic. He’s so hard it hurts. And Kamo can definitely feel it too because he presses himself against the scalding line of Yuuji’s erection. Hard.
“Well?”
The question takes Yuuji out of his horny daze. “Huh?”
Kamo is looking at him intently, like he’s expecting him to grow a second head any minute. “Is Sukuna coming out or what?”
“No, that’s the point,” Yuuji remarks. “He probably doesn’t think this is worth his time, it’s cool.”
“But he did with Fushiguro…” Kamo’s eyes narrow into slits. “I see.”
Yuuji can feel his senpai’s erection flag where their hips meet. Their position becomes instantly awkward.
Is it too much to ask for his own predicament to be about him, for once?
***
Panda-senpai gives him a questioning look, flicking a soft, round ear with vague unease. Yuuji has been staring at him for too long - far too long - shifting his attention from him to Mechamaru and back.
Finally, he moves on, feeling burdened with newly acquired wisdom. There are depths a human shouldn’t sink to, not even for the sake of science.
***
“I know it’s a big, big ask, but I wouldn’t be asking if I weren’t so desperate,” Yuuji pleads, with his head bent, folded over on the floor in the deepest bow he’s probably ever taken in his life.
Toge Inumaki is looking critically at him, eyes narrowed into judgmental slits over the hem of his voluminous collar.
“Tuna,” he says (by which he means: “Isn’t Todo totally into you? You know he’d come over in a flash if you asked him for help, right?”)
“I know Toge-senpai is not into people like that,” Yuuji replies, totally understanding what Inumaki is saying to him. “That’s why I thought I’d ask if he could use his technique instead. It’d be rude to presume senpai would reconsider… for me…”
“Pickled ginger,” Inumaki says, rolling his eyes (by which he means: “oh, right, I forgot you’re stupid.”)
“Toge-senpai is right,” Yuuji gravely agrees. “It is disrespectful of me to ask senpai for either. I would totally understand if senpai refused.”
Inumaki takes a deep breath. “Wasabi paste,” he finally says with a resigned sigh, unzipping his collar (by which he means: “there really is no helping you, is there?”)
“Really?” Yuuji says, whipping his head back up to beam at Inumaki. “I would forever be in senpai’s debt!”
Inumaki runs a defeated hand across his face. Yuuji wiggles a bit on his hunches, readying himself for what’s about to happen. His senpai closes his eyes to give him privacy as he gets himself hard as discreetly as possible.
Inumaki’s command is quiet but crisp. “Come.”
What follows is too excruciating to be called an orgasm.
***
The next thing Yuuji knows is that he’s suddenly into Sukuna’s domain - which is probably a clear indication that his close encounter with Toge Inumaki’s technique went about as good as it felt (which is to say not at all.) The king of curses is sitting stiffly on his pile of bones, scowling at him harder than Yuuji has ever warranted so far.
“ Never again ,” Sukuna utters, eloquently. There’s no need to be more specific about what he’s referring to.
“Agreed,” Yuuji responds, wholeheartedly. It might be the first and perhaps only time ever the king of curses and him are on the same page.
Sukuna releases his hold on his conscience without any further delay. Upon awakening (foreseeably, in the infirmary bed) Yuuji tentatively lifts the covers and counts himself extremely lucky that Sukuna’s ego seems to be tied to his bodily integrity just enough not to let his vessel walk around without genitals.