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“Alright, we’ll be going now. Bye, aniki, thanks for the hospitality!” Yuji calls out across the house, he and the friend he brought along to drop Sukuna’s borrowed stuff already with one foot out the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sukuna waves him off from where he’s slumped on the couch, enjoying his post-workout snack. He barely throws a look in his little brother’s direction before he hears his front door close. Once the chick Yuji is with has walked her nice pair of legs out of Sukuna’s line of sight, there’s nothing else that can command his attention. Maybe if Yuji had come along with the attractive Fushiguro kid instead Sukuna would have even bothered with pleasantries.
The show he’s watching cuts to commercials. He lazily stretches his arms above his head, munching on what little remains of his beef jerky. Only then his eyes fall on the dark rectangular object half lodged between his couch cushions. It’s the brat’s phone, that obnoxious yellow cover gives it away immediately.
Sukuna sighs heavily, wondering how long it’ll take his hairhead brother to notice. Yuji’s last-minute visit already threw a wrench in his plans to enjoy a nice, long jerk-off session before hopping into the shower. He’s looking forward to going back to his original plans for the day. He decides it’ll be easier to speed things along.
He fishes Yuji’s phone from between the cushions, hesitates, picks up his own phone from his pocket and checks his calendar, then turns to Yuji’s phone again and punches in the date of the brat’s birthday, which he’s never bothered to memorize. His was a lucky guess. The phone unlocks. He might as well text the girl to let her know the idiot has forgotten his phone. They haven’t been gone long, hopefully they’re still together. Sukuna starts scrolling through the brat’s ridiculously long list of contacts, trying to remember the name of the chick with the legs (it’s Kusa or Kugi- something, if his memory serves him right). It doesn’t help that Yuji memorizes some of his contacts with ridiculous strings of emojis and equally ridiculous nicknames (seriously, who and/or what is a “Nyanamin~”?)
He’s not even halfway down the list when a notification from a certain “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼” pops up on screen. It reads: “Brother, are you done with the drop off? How did it go?”
Sukuna ignores it. There’s only one idiot that calls Itadori Yuji “brother” and it isn’t Sukuna: it’s that muscled up nerd from Kyoto the brat had befriended back in high school. On top of being bothersome, the guy is probably useless in that situation, so Sukuna continues to scroll through Yuji’s contacts, hoping to find Fushiguro’s number. He can probably contact the chick for him. He’s wondering what kind of emoji combination could spell out “severely fuckable face” (though his stupid brother probably doesn’t view his friend that way, which is yet another testament to his idiocy in Sukuna’s book) when another notification pops up. This one reads: “I have been thinking about your pictures from this morning all day. Those workout tips I gave you are truly working well.”
Sukuna swipes it up, but the muscled up gorilla is persistent.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: You look so good in them, brother. I can’t wait until I get my hands on you again. ]
Sukuna arches up an eyebrow, his interest regrettably piqued. He didn’t think that embarrassing friendship of theirs got so sordid. Wholesome doesn’t rouse his attention, but sordid most definitely does.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Wish you were online right now. I’d tell you all about how those pictures of yours get me going. ]
It’s not like Sukuna is really interested in finding out just what kind of pictures his boring little brother has been sending, but he’s more than willing to see how long the gorilla is going to keep embarrassing himself. So he opens the chat.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Ah! So you’ve been reading, brother. Have I caught your attention? ]
Sukuna rolls his eyes but doesn’t type anything. He’s going to give the gorilla a couple of minutes to prove himself entertaining enough or he’ll go back to look for Fushiguro’s number.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Can’t talk right now? ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: But you’re still reading… Could it be you want to be repaid in kind for last week? ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Sending me those dirty texts during the day while you know I’m out in public… such a saucy tease. I should have known you wanted to be similarly inconvenienced, brother. ]
Sukuna huffs, vaguely amused. That guy’s really going off on his own script.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Shall I show what you’re missing right now, Itadori? ]
Then Yuji gets a picture and Sukuna gets an eyeful of a large, manly hand cupping a proportionately large bulge barely contained by a pair of purple boxers.
Sukuna tilts his head to the side, rotating the phone screen to get a good look at it.
Damn, this guy is packing…
He might be just a little bit disappointed to find out his brother’s beefcake side-piece doesn’t have a comically small dick. He always thought he was well above average himself, but this guy might be even bigger than him. Hard to say for sure through a phone screen, of course. From one well-endowed guy to another, he can admit he’s vaguely impressed.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: See what you do to me, Itadori? ]
Sukuna’s mouth twists in displeasure. The fact that they share a surname isn’t helping with the second hand embarrassment. It does help indulge his mild but tickled curiosity.
He’s never really been into guys (Urahume doesn’t count) but if he had to pick one for a little experimenting and Fushiguro was off the table he would probably go for a big, busty fucker with plenty of meat on his bones. One that’d be satisfying to humiliate and toss around. That Kyoto guy fits the part well enough, he supposes. Not that he’s ever given it much thought before. Now that he is thinking about it, rolling the notion into his head, eyes glued to the outline of a big, hard cock, presented to him like an offering… well. He’s thinking about it.
Just because he isn’t into guys doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate the thought of a big, hung guy being hopelessly into him.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: It’s all because of you, brother. You got me hard as rock. ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Still not enough to convince you to find somewhere private? ]
Sukuna smirks and waits. He’s already enjoying the privacy of his own home and doesn’t plan on doing anything with it. There’s just something about getting someone else’s dick hard and leaving him wanting that is tickling him right now. He sees an opportunity there.
It takes a couple of minutes for the gorilla to start typing again. Like Sukuna knew he would.
Desperate , he thinks, huffing in amusement.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: You’re killing me, brother. Leaving me hanging like this and still watching… ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Do you like this? Do you like knowing I get hard just at the thought of you and not take responsibility for it? ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I didn’t know this side of you, brother. You have a little mean streak in you… I’m not going to lie, it’s… somehow really working for me. ]
Sukuna huffs a small chuckle. As if Yuji could be that interesting. The sadism is all Sukuna. This is effectively him getting the gorilla all hot and bothered now. The thought doesn’t seem to bother Sukuna much.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Do you want me to beg? ]
Despite himself, Sukuna feels a deep, liquid tingle at the pit of his stomach. Now that’s something he could get into.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Ah, is that it? You want to drive me insane, brother? You want to make me so aroused I’ll plead with you to let me come? ]
Ugh . This guy’s phrasing needs some serious work. But the idea itself is… quite nice.
Sukuna glances downwards at his own crotch. His dick is beginning to fatten up.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: You’re so hot… any man would beg to get you to take a look at them. I’m so lucky you have your eye on me instead. ]
It’s a ludicrous notion if applied to Yuji. Since this is Sukuna’s doing however… it just sounds right.
Sukuna takes a deep breath, relaxing further into the couch, legs splaying slightly. He settles into the distant, faint inkling of arousal stirring inside him.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Just knowing you’re looking at me right now is getting me so hard. I wish I could see your face right now. ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I want to put on a show for you. I want to make you feel so proud of how hot you get me. You should know the things you do to me. ]
Then the guys sends another picture. This time he has his whole piece out, flushed red and hard enough to stand stiff upright against a very toned stomach.
Shit.
It’s big. A big, fat fucking cock. The bulbous tip flushed a deep red, glistening with slick.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: Look how wet you’re getting me. ]
“ Fuck -!” Sukuna curses under his breath, one hand skimming down his stomach to palm over the hard outline of his erection through his sweatpants.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I want your eyes locked on me. I want to show you how I touch myself when you’re not around. I want to show you how fast thinking of you makes me come ]
Sukuna scoffs.
Really? Is this guy seriously bragging about busting a fast nut?
Being the cause for it however…
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: No one else gets me off like you do ]
I fucking bet!
Sukuna grins. He’s barely aware when his hand slips underneath the elastic band of his underwear and curls around his hardening cock. He sighs softly in pleasure.
And then the gorilla ruins it.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I want to fuck you so bad ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: You have the most perfect, plump, round ass, brother. I can’t stop thinking about it ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: It looked so good. The way you arched for me so prettily in your pictures this morning. ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I can’t wait to get my hands on you again. I’ll show you how much I miss having you bounce on it ]
Sukuna grimaces a little. This isn’t exactly the scenario he had in mind as he ventured into this fantasy. He’s not sure how he feels about the script being flipped on him like that. He doesn’t stop his hand, though.
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I can’t get enough of how hot and tight you feels on my cock, how well you take me ]
[ “✨👏🏼👊🏼🍑💪🏼”: I think about it all the time ]
For the first time, Sukuna considers stopping this. His erection isn’t flagging in the least, however.
And then there’s a video.
The gorilla is holding the phone above himself, so that his face is partially visible as he sucks a couple fingers into his mouth, making Sukuna’s attention lock in on the way his plump lips pucker and drag along with the slide of his knuckles in and out of his mouth. His shirt is rolled up all the way over the swell of his impressive chest, exposing a chiseled torso, bare from clavicle to the well-kept bush at the base of his thick coke-can dick. He brings his spit-slick fingers down, wraps them tightly around his cock and leisurely start stroking from base to tip, simulating the feeling of a clenching asshole, moaning softly in a deep baritone that is unlike what Sukuna usually gets off to, it really shouldn’t be getting him off, but somehow something about the raw, unfiltered need of that picture is getting him-
He hears keys turning in his lock.
“Hey again, sorry aniki, I think I forgot my phone here-“
Yuji flails a bit but manages to catch the phone hurled at him as soon as he steps through the doorway.
“Be more careful, you airhead,” Sukuna scolds him, sitting stiffly with his legs crossed. Good thing the couch faces away from the entrance.
Yuji waves at him between relieved and perplexed. “Oh, uh… thanks?”
“Get lost, brat. I have other things to get to today other than holding on to your stuff for you,” he barks.
“Right…” Yuji steals a look at the tv screen, recognizing the re-run of an old embarrassingly sappy drama for grandmas (don’t ask him where he recognizes it from) and waves a brief goodbye before stepping out the house again. He shakes his head and shorts a laugh. He can’t believe Sukuna thinks Yuji is the embarrassing one between the two of them…
His phone screen lights up. It seems like he’s missed some texts - roughly fifteen, and all from Todo-senpai. He clicks on the notification. His face flushes beet red.
He needs to get home fast .