florida kilos

by supernova808

Summary:

"His jaw drops. Toji’s wearing a thong. Toji is wearing a thong. Briefly, he wonders what fucked up, heavenly dimension he was transported to while he and Toji had that little stalemate."

Or:

Toji and Sukuna, friends that are not really friends, clash against each other late one night while working at one of their many side hustles.

The golf carts follow each other to the luminous hills of green like a parade of fools in the near distance. Those inside are even further rooted in the ridiculousness, mostly pretentious old men who love their rum and paying for any young, skinny escort to remind them of when their wives still paid a mind to their fat, greasy asses.

 

They smoke their thick cigars and talk about their fleeting pasts, sunglasses tucked into the neck of their collared shirts that wound tight around their beer bellies. They were created specifically to be incredibly annoying, Sukuna thinks, and maybe that’s why his father likes them so much.

 

The other reason is that they’re funding his membership, letting him joke and laugh amongst them like a court jester. 

 

Because of them, though, he gets to sip from martini glasses and snort coke in some foreign country on the other side of the world while Sukuna’s here, made more of metal piercings than flesh, sweating through his tank top while everything below is so thoroughly damp with soap water it’s looking like he pissed himself.

 

And, hell, maybe he did because the usual wet dreams he has of bashing his father’s skull in with one of the pristine golden glory golf trophies the man takes to dusting off every hour had some kind of fucked up reaction on his body. It’s pathetic how he’s worked himself up about it, scrubbing patches of grime off the door of the rose gold Mercedes Benz two girls sit inside, slurping up foaming root beer floats and trying to psyche each other up to get his digits.

 

He’s not interested in either of them and it’s not because of the platinum blonde highlights or the colorful gyaru makeup they’ve invested in, but rather because he’s currently preoccupied with a whole nother issue. 

 

This issue comes strutting up an hour late to the job, bulky messenger bag sliding down his shoulder in tandem with the striped sweatpants sagging on his hips. He pauses to squint his sleazy bloodshot eyes and wave to somebody walking out from the Condom Sense across the street.

 

He even crouches to tie his dusty kicks like the only thing that’s saving him from being ass-naked isn’t his faded band shirt from way back in middle school that he still hasn’t filled out yet despite all the tires he has to tip over when he and Sukuna go intern at old man Yaga’s repair shop. It’s a risky kind of behavior that shouldn’t be able to fly in the heart of the city where the temperature is currently set to hot as balls and people have their cameras out just waiting to snap some fapping material. However, everybody knows Toji and thus knows he couldn’t give less of a fuck about what flies and what shouldn’t—he wouldn’t be able to publicize his odd and rather racy interactions with his little friend, also known as Sukuna, otherwise. Stringy strands of hair finally depart from their moist spot on his forehead, yet he lets them messily regroup over his eyes even when he’s back on his feet.

 

Sukuna can’t bear this spectacle anymore—it’s gonna kill him before any heatstroke or euphoria-driven heart attack after successfully murdering his father ever does. He gets back to the Benz, now working on some bird shit glued to the hood. He thinks his blood pressure is finally about to go back to normal when Toji seems to materialize behind him, hooking a fairly thick forearm around his neck, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek and making another update to the list of previously mentioned odd and rather racy public interactions he has with Sukuna.

 

He can hear the girls’ gasps from inside the car like they just watched somebody get their head blown off or something. To be fair, he doesn’t entirely blame them; he and Toji are still supposed to be and are, as previously mentioned, known as just friends, even with Toji giggling into his skin, murmuring out, “Hey, babe.”

 

Sukuna shoves him off, “Are you fuckin’ baked? What’s wrong with you?”

 

Toji keeps laughing like everything’s fine, stumbling back, “No, man. Just smoked some weed, took a nap, woke up and missed you so I decided to visit my favorite side hustle today.”

 

“If you didn’t miss me, you were gonna just stay at home?” Sukuna wrings the towel onto the gum-spotted concrete. A glinting grin of his own begins to form. “Lazy piece of crap.”

 

“You love it.” Toji leans in like he’s about to kiss him for real when Sukuna puts a hand on his chest.

 

“Cut the shit. We’re working.” He reminds him, “At least, I am. Hurry up and put your shit down so you can help me with this—lot’s packed from ass to ears.”

 

“I see that.” Toji’s bag is damn near sitting on the coast with how far he uncaringly flings it. He picks up a couple of spare buckets from Sukuna's supplies and goes around the back to get the hose.

 

He comes back in record time, biceps noticeably clenched even under the ridiculous band shirt as he carries the now full buckets of water, careful not to tip them over too much. Sukuna still remembers all those recitals they had to go to, those black dress shoes he always had to wear that had him limping within the first ten minutes of use because his father neglected the fact he was a growing boy all throughout his adolescence, or even the fact he was his child at all.

 

Sukuna’s always had a heart for music, was one of the first things he told Toji he first found him lurking around the beachside country club his father frequented when he still legally had to stay in Sukuna’s life. He doesn’t know how he put it since he was so young then, perhaps that he just liked the waves of sounds.

 

And perhaps baby-faced, dirt-faced Toji looked at him like he was an idiot then, but did equally idiotic things such as putting Orchestra on his schedule every year just because Sukuna did and staying late after school with him when Sukuna was able to snag the orchestra room for the cello. He was even more idiotic for climbing up the tree to Sukuna’s window on the night of every birthday, claiming he forgot a gift like they hadn’t spent the whole day together and almost bashfully handing him a self-composed mixtape.

 

He couldn’t ever make eye contact as Sukuna tenderly accepted it, no matter how old they got. He remembers the last time, how Toji’s cheeks reached their peak of redness, which was hardly any redness at all. Since his birthday almost always fell on a weekend, Toji didn’t have to run off to work right after visiting him and they’d spend the rest of the night in each other’s company.

 

Staying camped up in Sukuna’s bedroom in the late evening together could’ve entailed a lot of things he honestly isn’t averse to, but the most they did is lay a little too close to each other in Sukuna’s bed after simply talking about mostly random things, things they’d rather forget. It’s redundant, but it helps in a way.

 

It hurts too, remembering how Toji was even worse off than Sukuna back then, often having to wear hand-me-downs from his older cousins and take whatever their orchestra teacher had for the recitals or trips. For a good few years of them knowing each other, Sukuna had to grow accustomed to the sight of the boy’s ribs poking through his sides and the dirty, stained clothes he always wore and always tripped over with how big they were.

 

When they first got that merch after their last recital, Sukuna remembers the shirt nearly going down to Toji’s ankles. Toji's hit a major growth spurt since then and of course got off the local welfare usually sanctioned by the old ladies drowning in pity on their rickety porches and the lost-and-found bin, but his clothes still don’t fit quite right.

 

Toji grunts as he sets the buckets on the ground and starts working on another ride a woman left about a half hour ago. Sukuna’s sure that with its flattening wheels and cracked windshield she’ll drop it off at Yaga’s shop soon after.

 

He and Toji work there on the weekends under the guise of an internship (if anybody asks) since they aren’t really qualified for the job. But they’ve already learned a bunch from Yaga and have mastered the art of looking like experts so usually nobody gives them a hard time.

 

And, hey, nobody's car has blown up yet so Sukuna can say they know what they’re doing well enough.

 

“You really had nothing better to do than sleep?” He finally sends the traumatized gyaru girls off.

 

“I had to roll up, too. Mary Jane’s my one true love, can never leave her.” Toji puts a maudlin hand on his chest and looks up towards the sky melodramatically. Sukuna splashes some water at him. “Okay, okay! I had to go get some sexy undies.”

 

“Drawls?” Sukuna huffs amusedly. “What, you got skid marks in all of ‘em and had to buy some new ones?”

 

“No.” Toji exaggeratedly frowns, “I said I got sexy undies for a reason. They’re in my bag.”

 

Sukuna looks at Toji, looks at the bag, back at Toji, then back at the bag. It was the sudden foolish twinge of curiosity that brought him there, zipping open Toji’s big man-purse and pulling out one of those classic plastic bags where you can tell something vulgar is in it. However, it’s empty.

 

Sukuna doesn’t know why he’s disappointed—was he seriously excited to see some fucking panties? He doesn’t consider himself a horndog so maybe it was in perplexity what Toji had chosen while dawdling in a literal sex shop. “You bought lingerie? For who?”

 

“Hm. I actually don’t know, didn’t catch her name but I’m pretty sure it was your mom.” Toji makes sure to sound thoughtful about it, just to keep Sukuna on his toes and perfectly transition into a fucking your mom joke of all things. Fucking jackass.

 

Sukuna scoffs, picking up the sudsy sponge and beginning to scrub away at the dried dirt sprayed on the bottom of a truck. “Eat a dick.”

 

“It was funny. You gotta admit that.” Instead of doing his job like Sukuna had told him, Toji climbs up on the truck he’s cleaning.

 

“Yeah, if we were still in middle school. Would be a total knee-slapper.” He bends down low to get a better angle, bandaged wrist thrumming with pain as he puts a little more elbow grease into getting all the muck off. The memory hits him hard, reminding him exactly of how he got hurt. 

 

Like with most of the bullshit he has to endure, it was all Toji’s fault. They were doing another one of their odd jobs that consisted of having to move a heavy sofa up the stairs of an apartment building. Toji swore everything would be good operating at such a busy hour in a busy setting just for some brat to come racing down the steps, bumping into him and making the couch rock from his end, shifting all of the weight onto Sukuna and folding his hand in. In the midst of the chaos, he dropped the couch and smashed Toji’s foot underneath it.

 

It ended with them getting a long lecture from Yaga for their negligence and a three-day suspension from the shop so they could heal up. It was fucking torturous, having to spend his few days either cleaning cars or going out to the beach and watching Toji doggy-paddle in the water for a couple hours rather than actually surf. 

 

He told Sukuna he was just waiting for the right wave and it unfortunately never came instead of just admitting his foot hurt too bad to do anything. Sukuna threw sand in his eyes once he dried off.

 

Unlike his own deep interest and inarguably talent with music, he doesn’t know when exactly Toji had taken intrigue in the ocean. Maybe it was that one time their school had taken them out to the same beach for a bonfire. Toji had eaten too many roasted marshmallows and went a little closer to the water to apparently try to clear his stomach.

 

Sukuna had of course followed him and hadn’t had to say anything for Toji to silently confide in him. Toji’s eyes, always cloudy and guarded, glimmered like crystals in that specific moment. Sukuna could see it, even when the rushing and ripples had become too loud and too invasive for Toji and he asked Sukuna to speak to him.

 

He did. And he talked about whatever. Toji always seemed to find comfort when he spoke, oddly enough. He’s never done that for anyone before, but when it came to Toji, he would talk about how he favored the piece The Swan. He took a deep dive into Saint-Saëns’s work as a whole, has listened to The Carnival of the Animals with Toji multiple times before, so he knew how much Sukuna liked it, but he never stopped listening.

 

In fact, Toji said he preferred when Sukuna talked about music rather than anything else. Perhaps that was just a subtle way of getting Sukuna to stop nagging him about decidedly trivial concepts like settling down, finding a wife, just anything pertaining to the future. It wasn’t even exactly nagging, just simply wanting to know. Sukuna didn’t expect to be forgotten, but instead pushed to the side as Toji discovered his own life. Moving on from childhood friends and anything of that nature was a normal process, after all.

 

However, it seems like, when faced with the other boy’s hard, nearly scornful indifference when pressed about the matter, Toji isn’t ever going to get over or move on from him. It’s strange to think about, and even stranger when he does a little more soul-searching and realizes he isn’t planning to get over or move on from Toji either.

 

Maybe that codependency from being glued to the hip all their lives still hasn’t washed off yet, hasn’t yet been thrown into the mental dumpster where all his other stupid fleeting habits such as scrunching his nose or biting his lip are. However, he still hasn’t completely abandoned those idiosyncrasies, either.

 

It has to be some day, though, right? He can’t stay here forever, fooling around with Toji in an almost romantic way while jumping from side hustle to side hustle. His father was already scamming people dry at his age. It’s nearly shameful, how it actually worked out for him and now the man’s enjoying his time in fucking Madagascar or something while Sukuna is still here, still here. Currently washing the truck of the grumpy old man he hates while conversing with a friend that doesn’t really feel like a friend.

 

A friend that doesn’t really feel like a friend because he notices things about Sukuna like nobody else. Like now, when Toji silently takes note of his derisive nose scrunching, taps the hood of the truck he’s splayed across and asks, “What’d this dude do to piss you off?”

 

“Asshole treats me like I work directly under him, calling me ‘boy’ and orderin’ me around and making snide comments all over this fucking hunk of shit. I think it’s ‘cause he’s in his nihilistic phase after his wife scurried off.” He looks up to see Toji rolling up some more weed.

 

“Yeah, there’s been word about it. Last I heard, she’s in Cancun, findin’ her one true love.” Toji cups his hand and makes a jerking motion in front of his mouth, choking and gurgling like he’s blowing someone.

 

“I think the love of her life is better in her veins than down her throat. She’s probably down there, shooting that stuff." Sukuna stands up, his thighs burning. The silver rims are finally squeaky-clean for the wrinkly dickwad.

 

Toji lights the blunt and holds it out to him, “You want the first hit?”

 

“Sure. You go on and wash that other car.” Sukuna takes it from him, embers a bright orange on the smoky end.

 

Toji clicks his tongue and slides off the truck, giving Sukuna a whole new spot to have to wash.

 

He walks around to a dusty old Camaro. “You should’ve been at the beach yesterday. This one girl surfed her fucking ass off.”

 

“Yeah?” Sukuna raises an eyebrow. He listens to Toji’s anecdotes well enough so he knows rarely will the guy ever compliment other people. When he does, however, Sukuna feels something ugly twist inside of him.

 

“Uh-huh. She rode the waves like a champ. It was gnarly.” Toji drags the buckets over to the car. One of his many strange habits is his tendency to use vocabulary that plays into his shallow facade, which is even stranger. He doesn’t know why Toji constantly pretends to be someone else—Sukuna likes his authentic self.

 

The real Toji that prefers silence, genuine silence, just so he can stare at Sukuna in this misty way when he thinks he’s not looking, the Toji that insists they should have something that symbolizes their friendship and paid this little girl to make these beaded bracelets with both his and Sukuna’s favorite colors. And the Toji who always gets pissy on the rare occasion Sukuna’s not wearing the bracelet because he doesn’t want to get it dirty while working.

 

Sukuna looks down at the bracelet now and collects that he’ll cherish any side of Toji revealed to him. He sees what Toji really wants to say and do underneath all the grandiose anyway.

 

“Was she really that good?” He asks.

 

“Yup. I even told her that when she was done, said her moves were bitchin’.” Toji grabs a rag and finally gets to scrubbing.

 

Sukuna sighs, gut flooding with a tight emotion, “Damn, might as well marry her.”

 

“She asked for my number, but I said no.” Toji unexpectedly said.

 

“You did? Why?” Before he can even answer, Sukuna continues in suspicion, “Did you get the lingerie for her? Sent it to her doorstep as an apology gift?”

 

Toji just laughs, “Maybe I did. You just gotta find out.”

 

“Don’t have to.” And a chance for retaliation flashes in his inundated stomach. Toji’s playing with him in a way that’s leading them both into uncharted, dangerous territory. “I got someone else.”

 

Toji’s head whips to him, “What? Who? What?”

 

“Just before you arrived—didn’t you see those girls in that Benz? One of them was interested in me.” He finds satisfaction in the way Toji’s bottom lip hangs.

 

“You didn’t.” Toji mumbles, taking this unexpectedly hard, “You can’t.”

 

“I can’t… what?” Sukuna takes a long hit of the blunt. “You sent panties to a random girl’s house. Might as well tell you about my own sexcapades.”

 

And he can do that too: use Toji’s kind of cheesy terminology.

 

Toji gives him a wavering smile, “You’re right.”

 

Then it’s silent. For a moment, Sukuna thinks he went too far. But no, Toji’s the one who brought up that random encounter with that girl for no reason. And he could’ve been lying, could’ve actually given her his number when she asked and just hid it from Sukuna also for no reason.

 

There’s only a select few that could’ve gotten those panties, after all.

 

They don’t talk for what feels like a whole hour and a half, working in noiseless tension while the sun sets. After a while, Toji takes his shirt off, revealing his own tight wife-beater that’s scrunched up his back and has every chest and abdominal muscle detailed. The motion draws Sukuna’s gaze to him and for a moment, he sees mischief in those sleazy bloodshot eyes.

 

But Toji’s turning away from him in the next second, so Sukuna’s stare lingers no longer. There’s still a lot of work to do before they can throw in the towel, and Sukuna isn’t down to interact with any nightly crackheads or hookers running their rounds before it’s done.

 

“I didn’t think you’d actually find a girl.” Toji suddenly mutters. “I thought you were too weird for that.”

 

“Too weird? What do you mean ‘too weird’?” And now Sukuna’s getting offended over something he made up himself. Fucking hell.

 

“Not like Peeping Tom weird but like, huffing paint thinner less ‘cause you wanna get high and more ‘cause you genuinely like the smell kind of weird.”

 

Sukuna blanks, blinks, then says, “I don’t think I would do anything not to get high.”

 

“I know.” Toji comes a little closer, rounding a car, “Your eyes are super red.”

 

“So are yours.” And Sukuna finds himself laughing. “What’s wrong with you?”

 

“I don’t know.” Toji steps in front of him, also having a funny little giggle. “Maybe you’re what’s wrong with me.”

 

“Yeah? How so?”

 

“You make me do stupid things.” Toji grabs his hands, shoved into bulky neon yellow gloves. Toji’s are too, but Sukuna can still feel the heat from them.

 

“Stupid things like what?” In this state, he needs everything spelt out for him. His mind’s melting through the crevices of his skull, seeping into a warm, dangerous feeling.

 

“Stupid things like…” Suddenly, he lets go of Sukuna’s hands and turns around. Here, Sukuna can see the bright pink, narrow straps on his hips. With his sagging pants, Sukuna can almost see everything. “Stupid things like wearing a thong for you.”

 

Sukuna’s jaw drops. Toji’s wearing a thong. Toji is wearing a thong. Briefly, he wonders what fucked up, heavenly dimension he was transported to while he and Toji had that little stalemate.

 

“...What the hell?” Is all he can mumble under his breath. He rubs at his eyes to make sure he’s seeing this shit correctly. Maybe he inhaled too much of the cleaning supplies. Maybe this is one of his other wet dreams that seem much, much realer and probably even better than the image of his father’s head caved in.

 

It mixes up his insides, brings a rush of heat to his stomach, perhaps even heads down further. It’s arousal, concocted with a need, a desperate, dangerous need, to burst at the seams. Sukuna doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on before, which is crazy because he’s seen shit even worse than this. It’s a normal part of living in the city and associating with people similar to Toji but always horny and even more annoying (their high school classmates), but he cannot say that this isn’t the greatest sight he’s ever been bestowed with.

 

“It’s neat, isn’t it?” And throughout it all, Toji’s still so arrogantly phlegmatic. He looks over his shoulder and smirks at Sukuna. “You like it, don’t you?”

 

Sukuna glances up from his ass for a moment, trying to confirm what exactly is going on, “You tryin’ to play me?”

 

“No. I’ll let you have it if you really want it. But if not, we can go back to normal.” Toji leans over another car under the silent pretense of trying to scrub a specific spot. But Sukuna can see the slight arch of his back, how that betrays his whole unaffected affront—Toji’s just as desperate as he is. “But this was for you. Just for you.”

 

And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse. Hearing Toji utter the words ‘just for you’ is a fucking death sentence, sure to make him go into immediate cardiac arrest or something. Toji has a knack for doing that, making Sukuna’s heart beat faster than it ever has in his entire life. It always comes at random intervals, ensuring he’ll never see it coming and that it’ll hit even harder when it does.

 

Sukuna can feel his psyche dissolving, logic crumbling. It drives him to speak nonsensically, “Then show me.”

 

“Show you?” Toji scoffs, “I’ve already done most of the work, presenting myself like this. You gotta show me.”

 

“Yeah? What do you want?” Sukuna stays where he’s standing, not out of pure will, but instead necessity. There’s so many things he wants to do with Toji to Toji, but he has to stay back. To keep himself grounded. Even while he’s already getting hard.

 

“All of you.” Toji looks back at him again, “So? You’re just gonna stand there?”

 

“Well, we can’t just do it out here.” Sukuna’s there with a few long strides, holding his hand out for Toji to take. He's taken off the stupid gloves and luckily, Toji has too.

 

“Do you really wanna, though?” Toji’s long fingers thread comfortably between his own.

 

“Fuck in front of random people? No, I don’t.”

 

“You know what I mean.” Toji’s scowl is fleeting, quickly dissolving into something softer and much more vulnerable. “Do you really want to do this? You really like… want me want me? Like… I don’t know—I don’t know how to say it.”

 

“I’m not using you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Toji starts avoiding eye contact. Sukuna squeezes his hand. “What do you want from me?”

 

“I just want you to wanna be with me and nobody else. ‘Cause I wanna be with you.” Toji keeps looking away, but this time it’s more flustered than avoidant. Fidgety and nervous, he shakes his wrist as if to get the jitters out, beaded bracelet jingling.

 

“I get it. I understand.” Sukuna says after the jingling fizzles out. He comes up, gentle hands cradling Toji’s face. His voice drops low, “I wanna be with you, too.”

 

“Yeah?” Toji snickers like he knew it all along, his poignancy dropping within a blink. “Prove it to me.”

 

Sukuna pulls them along, away from the lot and into the darkness of their new location, odorous but offering abundantly of obscurity. Mice scurry deeper into the alley, way towards the back where a messy heap of trash bags reside.

 

Despite himself, Sukuna still kneels in front of Toji, pulling his pants to see the panties in full glory, maybe even brighter and smaller than before. It laces high over Toji’s hips and hardly covers his dick, now dented and slightly damp with his erection.

 

“Don’t get me dirty.” Toji says, pushed back against the brick and watching him marvel at his wanton appearance.

 

“You’re fucking insane.” Sukuna slowly slides the skimpy piece of clothing down Toji’s twitching thighs, every brush of his fingers against Toji’s skin bringing a more violent shiver.

 

He isn’t keen on Toji's suave attitude, not at all, so he'll make sure to gradually rip it out of him as this continues. He'll have Toji stuck between an unstoppable force and an immovable object, and he'll make sure Toji actually enjoys it.

 

If Sukuna’s gonna be seen as a mess, Toji is too. They’ve been friends since the sandbox, have done everything together from last-minute science projects to signing up for school plays purely for the shits and giggles. It’s only right they each be ruined in equal measure as well. That’s just the principle.

 

“You're shakin’ like a leaf. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?” He comments, his voice light to cover up how daunted he feels with Toji’s cock in his face.

 

It’s not dripping or hard as a rock just yet, but he’ll get it there. He marvels at what he sees now, the vein trailing down the side, hair curling at the base and up his happy trail, the subtle, minute twitches. Fuck, he's gonna lose it.

 

“‘s not gonna disappear. You tryin’ to zap it with your mind?” Toji puts a hand in his hair, ends up sloppily dragging it down his face, fingers rubbing his earl piercing, then the tiny studs stemming out from his nostrils, ghosting past the spiked septum before finally stopping at his mouth.

 

Toji doesn’t linger, not feeling up on the labret nor the pair of silver lip rings like he had done with everything else, and simply delves in with two of his fingers, slightly scraping against Sukuna’s teeth. He doesn’t go too deep but he was planning to. Sukuna knows; the way Toji had set out to make him gag before his nails clinked against the barbell at the tip of his tongue.

 

There’s a muffled gasp, then, “...I didn’t know you had that.” 

 

Toji takes his fingers out of his mouth and then drags Sukuna’s bottom lip down with his thumb right after. Sukuna’s tongue peeks out, offering him a full view of his most recent piercing, the only one he hadn’t told Toji about for a reason that hadn’t made itself known until now. And the reason is this, here, seeing the voraciously enticing clash of shock and excitement on Toji’s face.

 

“I didn’t think I was gonna be able to hide it for so long.” Sukuna smiles. Toji’s thumb is still on his lip, transfixed with the sight.

 

“Well, it’s not every day I’m point-blank with your mouth.” Toji blinks to the side, too annoyed to realize how weird that sentence sounds. “Also, I thought that piercing could give you hella medical problems. What is it called again?”

 

“The snake eyes.” Sukuna answers.

 

“I thought it was the frog eyes?”

 

“No, the frog eyes are in the middle of your tongue. The snake eyes are right at the tip, dumbass.” Sukuna scoffs and Toji frowns.

 

“Something else needs to be at a tip, too. What the hell are you waiting on?”

 

“You’re the one interrogating me on my face. And yeah, this one could give you a bunch of issues like making you lose feeling in the tip of your tongue and stuff, but everything went smoothly when I got it.” Sukuna still responds to Toji’s prior question just to pompously show that he knows his stuff.

 

“And it’s not like you really give a damn if something happened to you or not, right? You do exactly what you wanna do and nothing more.” Toji’s breath hitches when Sukuna finally touches him again, gripping his hips and inching closer to where he wants him the most.

 

Sukuna giggles, “Guess so, ‘cause I wanna do this.” 

 

He peels back Toji’s foreskin and licks the head, slowly so Toji only burns for it even more desperately. He initially flinches at the contact and undeniable pleasure, but eases up the more Sukuna licks at him. 

 

“Are you ready? You seem kinda nervous.” Sukuna pulls back to gather some saliva in his mouth, his lips already slick with it and the current center of attention from Toji. His eyes are dilated when Sukuna glances up at him. “You gonna help me with this?”

 

“...Help you? With what?” Toji replies after a while, big dark irises slowly flickering around, never leaving Sukuna’s face.

 

“Help me get your cock wet. Gonna feel so good.” Realistically, he can just take Toji right here and get him going that way, but also realistically, that would suck all the fun out of this. He’s never got off on normalcy.

 

Toji doesn’t question it anyway, spitting into his own hand and messily giving his cock a few strokes. It seems more for Sukuna than anyone with his exceedingly shaky breaths.

 

This suspicion is confirmed when Toji mutters, voice thin and frail, “Okay. I’m ready.”

 

Sukuna leans forward once more, pointedly drooling all over Toji’s dick. It dribbles down to the tip, lining that one prominent vein on the side. And that’s it—the slide of wetness signaling the now tossed askew mask of playful apathy Sukuna had been manning this entire time.

 

No longer he waits, nails digging into Toji’s hip bone and opening his mouth wide to take him in as far as it can go, all with a quick, elated inhale.

 

One suck and Toji’s already crumbling, a long groan delivered low into the air. His head tips back against the brick, eyes closing, shuddering, “Feels even better than I thought it would. You’re right—it’s so good.”

 

Sukuna’s chortle comes gurgled, a little preoccupied with swallowing around Toji’s dick so tightly it’s like he’s trying to suck his soul out along with the warm, musky taste of skin and precum. It’s clogging his throat, filling it so perfectly, taking away his breath and leaving him to float in the numb bliss of asphyxiation.

 

It’s all in the complacency of I told you so and also successfully breaking down the first layer of Toji’s barriers. He’s not out of the woods yet—Toji’s still just grunting under his breath, the most being that he covers his mouth or even bites his hand when the euphoria gets too strong to accept.

 

He’s not used to this level of intensity, neither of them are, and now with it beaming towards him, he can’t help but close up. That’s fine. Sukuna gets it. He’ll just have to show Toji it’s nothing to be afraid of, even while he’s just as inexperienced. They’ll be going through it together.

 

“Gh, fuck. Have you… have you done this before?” Toji’s sounds are getting a little more tapered, more pinched, higher-pitched too which means it’s starting to get too much. Perfect.

 

Sukuna finally slips him out of his mouth, keeping Toji on the edge by jerking him off feverishly. “No. Still though, you’ve got the prettiest cock I’ll ever see.”

 

“Ah, ah, ah—you’re gonna see others?” Toji gets back to watching him, thumb between his teeth and eyes half-lidded.

 

“Mm, no. Not if you stick around.” Sukuna drifts upward, tongue dragging up every inch of skin.

 

“I will. Always. I promise.” Toji twitches as Sukuna sniffs up his navel, tracking the bits of hair there. “You just gotta keep loving me.”

 

“Always. Promise.” Sukuna repeats, all 32 arrogantly shining at the boy above him. His tongue slows its journey and pokes at Toji’s belly button. “You should get a piercing here.”

 

“I’ll leave those to you. You get the piercings and tattoos and stuff and I’ll just stay like this.”

 

Sukuna clicks his tongue at Toji’s reluctant answer, trailing back down to and under Toji’s cock to get to his balls. “Why? You’d look so pretty.”

 

Toji lazily moans as Sukuna plays with his perineum, his other hand fondling his balls. “Don’t know. Just never been a fan of them, at least not on me. But if you want me to—”

 

“I want you to. You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”

 

Toji’s noises get more enthusiastic when Sukuna presses on his gooch, not forgetting his current mission. They’ve stewed here too long and need to move onto other, better things.

 

“Fuck, haah, yes. I’ll do it for you… just for you. I already—shit, I already did this, right? ‘Course I’d get a piercing.”

 

“I didn’t think you’d change your mind so easily.” Sukuna starts blowing him off again. Obviously, Toji’s brain is unraveling with all these feelings so he’d probably agree to whatever right now, but Sukuna’s sure that after this, it’d be much harder for Toji to refuse him.

 

Not like it was easy before to refuse him, since they’re normally on the same wavelength with plans and Toji had apparently been crushing on him hard enough to negate most objections. Previously, Sukuna thought it was just Toji’s rebellious nature that normally perfectly aligns with his own chaos, but he sees now it was something different entirely. Something he quietly hoped for all along.

 

“Neither did I,” Toji breathily chuckles. “Guess you just have that sort of effect on me.”

 

Sukuna doesn’t answer, still tugging at Toji’s balls as his jaw closes around his dick. He doesn’t think he can ever get enough of it, the smell, the texture, the taste. Toji’s precum is slightly bitter but light on the tongue, so fucking good Sukuna’s probably a slut for it.

 

And his moans while Sukuna’s doing this, getting more airy and louder as he’s pushed past another limit with every scrape of Sukuna’s piercing against him—beautiful, so beautiful. He isn’t covering his mouth anymore, one of his hands holding onto Sukuna’s hair for dear life and sending pleasant waves of pain to his scalp, the other meaninglessly scrabbling onto the brick.

 

“Why?” He agonizes, the weakness in his knees causing him to fall back on the wall. Sukuna keeps choking on his cock. “Fuck, why are you doin’ all of this? And why does it feel like that?”

 

Saliva messily drips down his chin, eyes puffy and moist, lips numb and jaw aching, so Sukuna can’t answer Toji’s dazed queries, not right now when both of them are so far gone they’d just spout nonsense together. Toji curses when Sukuna’s piercing rubs once more against the underside, his trembling exhale sounding more like a sob.

 

Sukuna keeps it up, gagging when he goes too far, leaving scratches on Toji’s thigh and rewarding him as Toji gradually breaks out of his shell. He strokes what he can’t fit in his mouth, trying to make it as overwhelming as possible.

 

And it is. Toji can’t take it anymore, shivering and cursing and of course, begging for more.

 

“Don’t stop.” He whines, slobbering just as much as Sukuna, “Fuck, don’t ever fuckin’ stop.”

 

Sukuna gives it one last suck before pulling away and jerking him off again. Now, he’s so wet a loud squelch rings out with every stroke. “You close? Huh? You gonna cum for me?”

 

“Yes, shit, gonna cum for you. I’m so… so close, fuckfuckfuck—” Toji starts bucking into his fist with pronounced, desperate vigor, “Nn, so close, you better not stop.”

 

“I’m not.” Sukuna smugly licks at the tip. “I’m even gonna let you cum on my face since you didn’t try to fuck my mouth.”

 

Toji lets go of a narrow whimper, slows his hips and mutters something.

 

“What’s that?” Sukuna’s warm breath grazes the head.

 

Toji glances down, looking off to the side in newfound reluctance, “I said thank you.”

 

Sukuna only smiles, “Adorable.”

 

To make him even more thankful, he presses his curled tongue right against the tip, metal barbell offering probably superb friction. His hand speeds up.

 

“No more, agh, no more. I can’t—” The moment Toji’s dick gets to twitching again, Sukuna knows it’s coming, anticipates the following rush of cum seeping over his lips and down his chin, splattering onto his cheeks and even getting into tiny portions of his hair.

 

Toji won’t stop fucking whining during it all, murmuring straight jargon under his breath as he lets loose and releases all over Sukuna’s face. He gasps and trembles as it just keeps going, sensitivity building with his prolonged orgasm. He bites into his palm again, teeth grit, and Sukuna notices how Toji always needs to have something in his mouth when it gets too much for him. He makes a mental note of that and saves it for later.

 

His watery eyes close, mumbling out another I can’t as the next bout of electricity hits him, sending another, albeit much tinier, heap of cum on Sukuna. He’s sure it’s the drugs making Toji so sensitive, probably something he took before coming up here. 

 

His breath drags out, hands and thighs shaking, still pressed against the wall so he doesn’t fall when it’s finally over. There’s a deep bloody bitemark on his hand, and his eyes are even more red than before when he opens them.

 

Sukuna snickers dazedly, “You done?”

 

“No.” Toji surprisingly mutters, hair now glued to his forehead because of the copious amounts of sweat he’s been previously giving off working in the heat all day and now withstanding an exhausting climax. “Still need to get you off.”

 

“You’re right.” Sukuna wipes the semen off his chin and sticks his fingers in his own mouth. It has an even better twinge than Toji’s precum. He returns to his previous spot and licks all of it off Toji’s crotch, drawing wavering huffs and little ‘ah’s from Toji since he’s still coming down and still so beautifully overwhelmed.

 

He takes this chance to leave hickeys and bite marks on Toji’s thighs, obsessively marking each bit of skin. He drags his tongue up Toji’s happy trail and bites right at the start of it, ripping a curse from him.

 

Once he’s finished and satisfied with the plethora of red and purple splotches down below, he stands up to meet Toji’s thoroughly bloodshot eyes, pulling his pants and that damn thong up with it.

 

Toji gazes at him, pupils still dilated, expression dumbly relaxed like he’s being hypnotized. “Let me clean you off.”

 

He finally departs from the wall, cupping Sukuna’s face and licking the rest of his chin clean. Their lips brush multiple times throughout it all, and before Toji can start working on the rest of his face, Sukuna pulls him closer and kisses him unceremoniously. He grabs Toji’s wrists tightly, leaving Toji’s hands to twitch uselessly in the air.

 

He sticks his tongue into Toji’s mouth, dirtying himself once more with the drool that leaves both of them. It’s messy and noisy with how hungry Sukuna is to taste more of Toji, savoring every wave of saliva and fleeting traces of cum that washes right down to his throat.

 

“Fuck, you’re gonna get me going again.” Toji exhales as Sukuna tips his head up to nip at his neck.

 

“You don’t want to?” He asks mockingly. “Don’t you wanna cum again?”

 

“I’m not sure—the last one was crazy. Don’t know how I’ll act.” Toji obediently accepts Sukuna’s fixation, keeping a level breath with every love bite that’s quickly unsteadied when a knee is pressed into his groin.

 

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Sukuna whispers into the crook of his jaw, his smirk sharp against Toji’s neck. He gently, subtly grinds his knee into Toji. “Don’t tell me you’re throwing in the towel now.”

 

“I said I’m not. You just did me a big one.” Toji finally frees his bruised wrists and slowly rubs Sukuna’s back, nails drawing red lines even over his tank top. “Might as well return the favor. Let’s go.”

 

“Where?” Sukuna asks, suddenly being yanked in the direction Toji wants and a little disoriented due to that.

 

“We can’t do all of this out here. We just got lucky with that blowjob, but I don’t want anyone to see you. You’ve got too much of a reputation.” Toji stops to secure his pants as much as possible and come up with their next place of privacy. He points towards the silver truck of the old man Sukuna hates. “How about there? Tons of space.”

 

“That's a customer’s.” Sukuna gapes. 

 

“A shitty customer.” Toji elaborates, “Come on.”

 

While some people just drive in, get their cars cleaned and drive out, most leave their rides here overnight, therefore expanding their hours. The old man who drives the truck was the one who brought it on, everyone else just followed his lead.

 

He said it was ‘to make sure Sukuna has enough time to scrub it right this time’ before the snarky excuse was morphed into simple convenience. The old fart’s always been like that, a short fuse and even shorter hair. Sukuna often finds himself amused at the bastard’s balding head whenever he apparently has the time to hang around and nag him about back in the days and how drastically times have worsened since then.

 

The topic jumps from the oh so devastating drop in women’s modesty to the horrid current machismo of men before ending in the lackluster discipline of children in more modern times, all concepts Sukuna couldn’t care less about. However, he has to listen because the customer is always indisputable.

 

So painfully and irritatingly indisputable that Sukuna willingly follows Toji out and climbs into the truck bed with him.

 

“This isn’t really all that much more secretive.” He comments, scooting back until he’s against the rear panel and crossing his legs.

 

Toji sits across from him, spread out and slumped against the tailgate. “Better than being right out in the open, yeah? It’s dark enough out here so you won’t get caught.”

 

“You’ve never been so worried about other people’s perception of me. I’m starting to think you just don’t want anybody else to share your view.”

 

“So what if I don’t? Fuckin’ sue me.” Toji admits to it under pretty much zero pressure. He’s gotten fidgety again, inching closer to Sukuna desperately. “‘kay, so now what?”

 

“Take your clothes off. All the way off, this time.”

 

“Guessing you want me to keep a lil’ something on though, right?” Toji doesn’t even have to ask. He already knows and Sukuna knows that, so he stays silent and sits back as Toji strips.

 

He watches like a fucking cuck as Toji smoothly takes off his tank top, exposing his bare chest in all of its admittedly plump glory. It’s another thing of Toji’s he has a little big fixation on, along with his eyes and his neck and pretty much everything else. It’s no fault of Sukuna’s. Instead, it’s Toji’s for being so perfectly fucking perfect. It’s Toji’s fault for drawing him in by just being himself—his perfect self. Maybe Sukuna has a fixation on Toji’s perfection, too.

 

He keeps gazing while Toji’s sagging sweatpants are finally eased the rest of the way down his muscled thighs, and he’s blessed with the obnoxious bright pink of those panties again.

 

“You really couldn’t have chosen a better color?” Sukuna teases just to beat down the reminder Toji had precisely planned to proposition him from the start.

 

“What would you have preferred?” Toji sounds a little mocking about it, but then he says, “Just for future reference.”

 

“I don’t know.” Sukuna shrugs. “Never thought about it before.”

 

“You better start thinking. Otherwise I’m gonna get somethin’ even girlier next time.” Toji gives a mean snort like that wouldn’t be even better eye candy for Sukuna.

 

Right now is also perfect, of course, with Toji now completely naked except for the thong and sitting so close and so warm. It’s so perfect that he hadn’t meant to pounce on Toji the moment he had finally taken the last boundary down, but he did and now Sukuna’s cowered over his splayed-out form. The metal is bumpy and hard underneath his palms and knees, but it’s nothing but a little blemish with Toji underneath him, probably even more uncomfortable than he is but seeming to glow in the near darkness, eyes watching Sukuna’s necklace swing side to side right above him like a pendulum. Toji gave it to him for his birthday.

 

His accessory has drifted down his thighs, stretching as Toji bends a leg. His dick lays exposed now, twitching in the humid summer air, slowly working back up to arousal.

 

“I wanna kiss you.” He whispers to Sukuna, fingertips dancing along his bicep.

 

Sukuna’s arm grows goosebumps in the midst of Toji’s touch, overly sensitive with how close and hushed they are. They absolutely can’t get caught by any means if they don’t want an even worse name than the two stoners always seen carrying fridges out and hugging up on each other and to be out of one of their other million jobs and maybe his heart beats a little faster at that.

 

Just the tension of secrecy, the exhilaration of doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing—it gets his chest tight and his swollen cock throbbing even harder than before. Right. His boner’s gotten unbearable over the course of the night, and the burning mental image of Toji while he was sucking him off is only further torturing his body.

 

“Then do it. No point in just ruminatin’ on it.” He leers, impatience blurred under the guise of jest. Toji doesn’t comment on it, probably hearing everything like it’s underwater.

 

It explains why he grabs Sukuna and pulls him closer unceremoniously, fast enough so that their lips smash together quite messily and barely enjoyingly. 

 

Toji manages to make up for it by slipping his tongue into Sukuna’s mouth once they collectively get over the hard ache of their teeth clacking together. His hands wrap around the back of Sukuna’s neck, nimbly twirling the tufts of pink hair at his nape around his long fingers.

 

Sukuna grunts, his limbs going airy and light as Toji wounds knots into his hair. He puts all his weight on Toji once the sensation of him is too strong and dizzying to bear. Toji’s big warm hand drifts up to the top of his head, keeping him close so that whenever Sukuna seeks a chance at breath, it’s brief and ends abruptly with being pulled right back in again. Toji’s burning pressed against him, every little groan and moan reverberating through his chest and subsequently through Sukuna. 

 

Toji wraps his legs around him, their groins making heavenly contact for a second before he tips his head back and whispers against Sukuna’s lips, “Finger me. I’m gettin’ impatient.”

 

“You’ve been dragging it out, fuck you mean you’re impatient?” Sukuna tries to scoot back so he can maneuver Toji into an easier position to act on his order, but with the guy's legs tight around his waist, he’s unfortunately tied to the spot. “You gonna loosen up so I can do this?”

 

“Can’t you do it like this? I wanna be close to you.” Toji’s smile makes Sukuna’s heart pound, though it’s sharp, biting and perilously mischievous like all of Toji’s smiles are, even in situations that don't call for it (like this one, for example). He’s come to terms with the fact over the years that Toji genuinely doesn't know how to smile any other way and in turn, doesn’t let it bother him too much.

 

He settles with a sigh, “At least spread your legs out.”

 

“Sir, yes, sir.” Toji puts his legs back against his chest, reaching down to shift the panties to the side. Desperately, he whispers, “Come on. Get inside.”

 

“Give me a moment to think.” Sukuna shuffles forward, offering his fingers out to Toji, poking at his lips, “Get them wet for me, yeah?”

 

“I don’t mind a little pain.” Toji says, but he still grabs Sukuna’s hand and puts three of his fingers into his mouth. He sucks messily at them, tongue sliding between the digits, and moans like it could really possibly taste like anything other than soap.

 

Toji traces the veins on his hand, pushes them further down so that Sukuna can feel the start of Toji’s throat right at the pads of his fingers. Toji starts drooling, swollen lips wet and smooth, eyes closing as he begins to gag.

 

“You really gotta do all of this?” Sukuna gives a damp chuckle, more transfixed with Toji’s show. He could’ve just simply licked Sukuna’s fingers once and neither of them would care, but with Toji slurping them up like this, trying to consume them almost, Sukuna knows this option is much better.

 

Toji whines, eyelashes fluttering, his dick finally fully twitching to life as he continues to choke on Sukuna’s digits. A long, savory lick, then he’s finally slipping them out of his mouth.

 

“C’mon. I’m gettin’ worked up, fuck me already.” Toji’s trembling in anticipation, eyes getting watery again. He spreads his ass cheeks, hole stretching and unveiling his pink insides. “I shaved and everything.”

 

“I see it.” Sukuna gleefully simpers, rubbing a thumb on Toji’s hole, “You wanted this so badly, didn’t you? Sure you were daydreaming about it before you came here, yeah? Jerking your sloppy cock, making all those pretty noises, so fucking hard for me.”

 

“Yeah. Fuck—yes. I was thinking about you. Couldn’t stop—” Toji’s breath hitches as Sukuna slips the first finger in, languid ribbons of saliva previously hanging there now aiding in the slow glide. Toji immediately clenches around him, too warm and wet for it not to start fucking with Sukuna’s head.

 

He thinks about his own impatience, how badly he wants to let loose himself. He sees the way Toji’s dying for it too, gripping his wrist with a glassy glaze over his entire face. His lips are parted, eyes squinting as he tries to get accommodated with the unfamiliar feeling.

 

“Shit, shit, you’re already so big.” Toji’s legs clamp around his waist again, “Wonder how your dick feels, gonna stretch me out so good.”

 

“Too bad you're not ready.” Sukuna coos, “Gonna have to wait a little so I don’t hurt you. Though I'm sure you wouldn’t care about that, right? You're strong.”

 

Toji’s other hand drifts down his midsection, hooking a finger underneath the edge of his wife-beater and dragging it out just to make it snap back to his skin.

 

“And this shit’s basically glued to you. When—when’re you gonna take it off?”

 

“When we get there. Gotta keep you on your toes, right?” Sukuna tenderly grabs his neck, the baritone of Toji’s voice and maybe even the mere vibrating of his vocal cords thrumming against his palm.

 

“Yeah, whatever. Call me strong again.” Toji’s nails dig into his forearm when Sukuna curls his finger.

 

“What, you like that?” Sukuna leans over him, “Take it well enough and I’ll think about it.”

 

Toji whines again because he’s seemingly deadset on making Sukuna lose his mind, eyes fully closing as the digit begins to hammer his prostate.

 

“More.” He demands, “Come on, give me more. More, you fuckin’—” His breath breaks up as Sukuna goes even faster, waiting for the right moment to slip the next one in. “Wait, too much, too much.”

 

“You were just beggin’ for it.” Sukuna’s out of breath and he hasn’t even really started yet. He grips Toji’s dick with all the roughness absent when he had grasped his neck, immediately picking up a good rhythm.

 

Toji explodes, tightening up, pitch and volume both jumping in drastic height for a moment until Sukuna comes in close to whisper in his ear.

 

“Shh, gotta be quiet. Gotta shut up, alright?” He turns his head and kisses Toji’s cheek, the sound of his chopped exhales and inhales just as ethereal as any music he’s ever heard.

 

Toji keeps twitching, cutting the circulation off in Sukuna’s wrist at this point as his dick is relentlessly teased, thighs clamping shut, “Not there. Can’t—can’t take it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, I can’t.”

 

“I know, I know.” Sukuna gets under his jaw, kissing and sucking his neck, “I know it’s so much, but you gotta open for me, okay? Open up.”

 

Toji grits his teeth, lets out another strained grunt before complying and finally spreading his legs again. 

 

“Good, good. So good, Toji. So beautiful.” Sukuna pushes his thigh out a little more.

 

“Hurry up. Please.” He mumbles, drenched in sweat, his eyes still just barely open. Rudely and brusquely said, but Sukuna knows it’s just because he wants it so bad. Toji’s cock is still leaking and throbbing in his closed fist, after all.

 

Sukuna wastes no time adding the second finger, brain stretched all the way past this, where he has Toji filled and maundering, shaking and still so desperate. Toji’s head falls back and his back arches, legs widening even further to accept it all. He bites his lips while Sukuna proceeds with his ministrations.

 

“I’m so fuckin’ lucky to have you.” Sukuna grins, “Nobody’s as pretty as you.”

 

Toji shakes his head, gasping when the fingers inside of him begin to move in a scissoring motion. Mutters, “Just… fucking shut up.”

 

“I thought you liked being praised.” Sukuna finds himself getting more delirious as time goes on, every swipe against the vein along the side of Toji’s cock drawing him in, further and further into the madness.

 

“I know I look good, like it when you say it, too.” Toji pauses, trying to wet his lips, taking hard swallows, “But if you keep talking, you’re gonna make me blow my load too soon.”

 

“You can take it. I know you can. We’re almost done.” Even if Toji came again, Sukuna would be able to wrench another orgasm out of him. They both know that.

 

He introduces a third finger and Toji’s hand immediately goes up to be torn into by his teeth. Red indents dig into his skin, just on this edge of bloody but still not quite. His other hand is still latched onto Sukuna’s wrist, now aching with that clutch and even more so with how fast he’s moving his fingers. Admittedly, he understands why this would be overwhelming, especially as he shifts up onto his knees and completely rams Toji’s ass with the new angle, knowing that even in the soreness that reflects his vigor, he can’t stop now.

 

Toji sobs, egged on for the millionth time, shaking his head again while his legs spread even further, the muscles in his thighs flexing and unflexing restlessly. Sukuna finds that he favors putting it on heavy at random intervals, watching Toji have to take it all and writhing in his struggle to do so. It’s beautiful, so beautiful seeing Toji’s eyes get redder with tears as the night progresses, and Sukuna’s stomach combusts knowing those crystals still haven’t departed from his waterline yet.

 

He’s damn close to making them flow though, looking back down and unexpectedly gazing right into Toji’s blurry irises.

 

“Tell me,” He starts, hiccuping, “Do you even wanna cum at all?”

 

“I’m still gonna bust a nut,” Sukuna assures him, “You just lay there and look pretty.”

 

He pulls his fingers out, making Toji hiss and flinch and tries to shift him around but once again, Toji’s impeding him.

 

“You gotta let go of me if you want me to do anything.” Sukuna reminds him, and because he’s weak for anything that involves Toji, he says, “I still need to taste you.”

 

“How much more tasting do you need? You already sucked me off.” Toji finally lets go of his wrist, breath layering out. He goes silent as Sukuna licks the fingers that were just inside of him, “... And you just did that, too. Overkill.”

 

“No such thing as overkill in this circumstance.” He would broaden it to sex as a whole, but hearing the way the wannabe frat guys tripping off their eighth gap year talk about the women they’re pursuing at the bar, there is definitely such a thing as overkill in sex.

 

His palm is flat against Toji’s thigh, inching up to his crotch enticingly, “This isn’t another one of our shitty summer jobs, Toji, this is supposed to be fun. Don’t you wanna have fun with me?”

 

With the way his voice drops, taking on a dull, sweetened edge, it sounds a lot like begging. His temperament that usually flares up at the very, very rare outward display of inferiority doesn’t dare poke its head above the surface. He’s more concerned with how Toji’s taking it, taking it all with a little dick twitch and a heavy sigh like he isn’t totally into it.

 

“Okay. Okay.” His cadence evens out, drifts into something much slyer, “With how desperate you are, might as well let you have it, right? I set this whole thing up in the first place anyway.” He lies on his back once more, spreads his legs like he’s offering a gift out, “Go on. Have a taste. Eat me if you can.”

 

Sukuna distantly berates himself on how pathetically he practically lunges forward, shifting the one stringy strip of cloth keeping him from seeing Toji in his entirety to the side. There, his hole gapes at him, stretched from Sukuna’s thick fingers plugging it up.

 

None of his digits matches the heft of his own dick though, and he internally rejoices at getting to see yet another reward—Toji overwhelmed and spent with Sukuna’s thrusts, he himself having to gnash his teeth to keep from going overkill—after getting his first one, which is simply being able to witness Toji’s vulnerability in the first place.

 

He’s shocked how not-shocked he is at the fact Toji actually likes him back and confessed in a way that is both a regular dream come true and a wet one, too. With how many times he’s referring back to those, it’d be a solid assumption he has a lot of them but it’s really only occurred twice or thrice, once in a blue moon kinda shit.

 

And on these capricious, pleasant occasions, they always happened to be about Toji. Waking up with his underwear soaked through and the sheets bunched up with all the gripping he did on them, he found himself confused. Satisfied, but confused. He isn’t an inherently sexual person so the fact he actually conjured up an erotic experience about the only guy he didn’t completely hate at the time was perplexing to him, the fact he had conjured up an erotic experience at all even more so. He thought he and Toji were just friends, normal friends, but now, looking back on it, they were never normal.

 

They always spent way too much time together, Toji calling him over for the simplest tasks like going to the grocery store or buying a soda at the gas station, and then proceeding to clearly bask in his company on the respective journeys there. He always looked at Sukuna with this distinct glimmer in his eye, always opted for touching him in some way whether it was the constant brush of the shoulders while walking or whatever bullshit excuse Toji made while they were just going through the motions of the day.

 

Whenever they went to the mall (which consisted of blowing everything on food and just trying clothes on) Toji always crammed into the dressing room with him, was quick to help Sukuna with things he was perfectly capable of doing himself just to get the skinship, and then would stare at him in that glimmering, gracious way while Sukuna surveyed how the clothing looked on him.

 

And now, Sukuna is finally accepting it, realizing it. He’s just wondering why Toji hadn’t spoken up sooner—Sukuna’s been just as meticulous whenever his birthday would roll around, paying extra attention whenever December would approach, latching onto any topic Toji showed any interest in, even if just a mere, mild mention. Because of that, he’s noticed how subtle Toji is with a lot of things that aren’t money, surfing and food. He’s also noticed that Toji doesn’t expect anyone to notice it. He doesn’t expect to be heeded at all.

 

It’s why his bottom lip hangs in pure bewilderment whenever Sukuna hands him his little heap of birthday gifts. Toji’s birthday is right after Christmas so Sukuna always has a large selection to skim through at the stores, but most of the stuff out there isn’t really what he knows Toji would want, so he’s able to avoid the crowd by traveling to some other underground store away from the coasts, more so on the outskirts.

 

Just that grateful shine in Toji’s eyes is enough to make Sukuna not mind the drive and that’s all. Toji doesn’t even have to say anything and doesn’t, most of the time, when expressing something like gratitude. His body is always more honest.

 

Like now, where all that he can muster is slow breaths as he grips onto Sukuna’s hair, pulling him further between his legs. Sukuna drags his tongue around the rim of his asshole, only pokes in just slightly. He presses on Toji’s taint, watching his thighs twitch in, threatening to close around his head and probably even suffocate him. However, with all the muscle and pretty lovebites on them, Sukuna figures that would be the best way to go.

 

He drags his tongue over Toji’s hole, getting it wet with spit, and sends vibrations through the other’s body with the low groan he releases. It’s like enjoying a perfectly prepped meal, one that never seems to end. Steaming, trembling, wanting and he doesn’t let his pleasantly quiet and dismembered mind fully note the fact he’s not thinking about food anymore.

 

“I don’t know what to do.” Toji mumbles out, nails scratching along the metal of the bed, “And it’s all ‘cause of you. You’re fucking insane.”

 

Sukuna feels like he’s underwater or that his brain is full of blood, numbing out his ears one way or another. He feels his cock twitch, fighting against the restraint of his sweatpants, his boxers straining against his erection. His palms roll up Toji’s thigh, going under the thong and stretching the fabric. His tongue rubs against a spot deep inside Toji and his entire body jumps, mouth dropping to gasp.

 

“Your fuckin’ mouth… why has nobody had you ‘till now?” It’s a question but a downright meaningless one. They both already know the answer: Sukuna won’t ever be interested in anyone that’s not Toji and never has been.

 

His piercings scratch against Toji’s skin with every movement, lips sore and numb with all the sucking he’s been doing recently, jaw slack and aching even more. Still, his eyes glisten with drugged-out exhilaration. Like a magnet, Toji’s own eyes climb down from nowhere to Sukuna’s hair, then his nose, captured by all the silver accolades there, before meeting his own.

 

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” Toji’s hand roughly scrubs against Sukuna’s cheek, lifting his chin up and pulling him away from his position encompassed by his clenched thighs. “I can’t take it.”

 

“Yeah?” Sukuna breathes, drooling on Toji’s fingers shamelessly. There’s foggy pain somewhere on his scalp where his hair’s been previously yanked, but it’s dull and utterly insignificant when Toji’s warm hand is all over his face, languidly tracing his jawline and rubbing at the curves of his lips. Like before, he drags Sukuna’s bottom one down and his tongue comes out in tandem, resting over the top of Toji’s thumb.

 

Toji stares at him, still steaming hot. “Fucking perfect.” He whispers, “Makes me wanna do something.”

 

“Mm? Do it, then.” With Sukuna’s cocky provocation, Toji’s moving and climbing into his lap. Sukuna moves in unison with him, scooting backwards until he’s propped against the tailgate. He pulls down his pants and underwear a little, getting a small feeling of relief seeing as he’s not constricted anymore.

 

“Okay,” Toji mumbles under his breath, those familiar bright pink strands of fabric catching on his hips as he shuffles forward and pushes himself up, right above Sukuna’s cock. His nails dig into Sukuna’s shoulders, those warm hands now just a little shaky. “Never did this before.”

 

“It’ll be okay.” Sukuna giddily reassures him, giggling like a fool.

 

Toji glances up at him, frowning, “What do you know?”

 

“Nothin’. I just know it’ll be fine. You always do stuff good, this shouldn’t be any different.” He murmurs, brain still empty but also sparking at Toji’s face softening at the praise. He’s never done this before either. It would’ve probably felt like a crime if he lost his virginity to anyone else. He won’t say that, though; he has some ounce of self-respect, though dissolving as this goes on, and he’s at least trying to keep a fraction of it. But he’s also sure it doesn’t really matter. Toji’s not gonna be all that level-headed by the time they’re done to even pick up on Sukuna humiliating himself.

 

Speaking of, no longer and he’s dropping, slowly easing down Sukuna’s dick, taking it in languidly with an undertone of impatience. Sukuna rubs his hip the whole time, mumbling nonsense.

 

“That’s it.” He says when Toji’s ass is flush against his thighs. “Good, good.”

 

“Fuck—” Toji bites out, wavering with the urge to just start moving already. Sukuna sees the way he fights it, lets himself adjust first. “Fuck, it’s so good. Hn, why’s it so good?”

 

“I know. It’s filling you up nice, isn’t it?” Toji’s tight heat around him, wet and intoxicatingly willing, is really fucking with Sukuna’s head. He has to take a deep breath of his own, gripping onto Toji’s thighs, just barely getting his control back when Toji maunders something. “Hm?”

 

“It’s getting dry.” Toji repeats, rocking his hips a couple times, making Sukuna’s stomach clench, before dribbling saliva into his hand and reaching behind himself to slick up his entrance. He’s rubbing against Sukuna too with this, teasing his swollen, neglected cock, and Sukuna grips Toji’s waist bruisingly.

 

“Shit, Toji—”

 

“You’re gettin’ it too, aren’t you?” Toji smiles at him, still blissfully rocking his hips, still so arrogant.

 

Sukuna grinds up into him, keeping Toji down so he can feel every single inch, every single vein—all of it. Just so he can get a semblance of the torture Sukuna had to go through holding himself back from doing something like this every time he saw Toji. He was unaware being in love with a person caused you to act all erratic and obsessive. Or maybe it’s just him.

 

Toji doesn’t shy away from this sensation, bowing his head and cursing low, “I’m ready, ‘m ready. Let me make you feel good.”

 

“It’s all for me?” Sukuna’s hands climb up Toji’s back, mocking, “You’re generous, bouncing on my dick like a whore just to make me feel good. Looking so pretty while doing it too, fuck, I might cum right here.”

 

He twirls a long strand belonging to Toji’s choppy bangs around his finger, watches with the utmost glee and pleasure as Toji puts his hands on his shoulders for more support. Then, he slowly lifts himself up, only to drop back down with unrivaled speed and force.

 

Toji just whines, eyes closing and ass tightening around Sukuna’s cock. He leans in close, mumbles against Sukuna’s ear, “This is all your fault.”

 

“What’d I do?” Sukuna pouts mockingly, his world already decently rocked.

 

“I won’t ever be able to recover.” Toji licks his neck, “I’ll never stop thinking about this.”

 

“You won’t ever be bored then, right?” Sukuna brushes Toji’s hair back and cups his face afterwards. “Nobody will ever be on your mind except me.”

 

Toji’s gaze flickers to his lips, his head still caught between Sukuna’s large hands. He then leans forward and kisses Sukuna, whimpering the moment they make contact. Sukuna slumps against the tailgate, giving Toji a better angle to continue his little bounces.

 

And he does, groaning against Sukuna’s lips and finding a pace. Sukuna pulls back just to hear his noises in the best quality, arms wrapped around Toji’s slim waist.

 

“Why’d you stop?” Toji immediately tacks on it, arching his back and gasping at how much better it feels like that. His lips are still wet with Sukuna’s saliva even with how short the kiss was.

 

“I wanna hear you.” Sukuna pulls him even closer. “You be good and I’ll kiss you again, alright?”

 

“Okay. Shit, okay.” Toji sobs, riding his cock fluidly now, and when he hits that one spot again, he has to give his own dick a harsh squeeze. “Shitshitshit, ah—”

 

Sukuna only laughs, trying not to get overwhelmed himself. It’s a hard task, with Toji’s chest all in his face, erect nipples just begging for touch. He answers their pleas, giving one a sharp pinch.

 

Toji completely loses his rhythm, “What the… what the fuck was that? What’d you just do?”

 

“Nothing.” Sukuna snickers, “Keep going.”

 

“Shithead.” Toji grunts, clearly aiming for his prostate again, deliberately rolling his hips. His dick bobs uselessly between them, hitting his stomach and sometimes even scraping against Sukuna’s own. Really, looking at it now, Sukuna’s surprised he was a virgin before this.

 

Or, at least, he’s surprised Toji had only gone as far as first and second base and maybe even an inkling of third with anyone. It’s like that for Sukuna too, when he had gone to a party with Toji and played games with his previously mentioned always horny and even more annoying high school classmates that were obviously fueled strongly by desperation and sexual frustration at the moment. He knew some shit was gonna happen when the first game was Spin the Bottle, and he kissed some girl that was sitting across from him.

 

Toji congratulated him, shaking him by the shoulder when it was done, but Sukuna could see what he knows now to be jealousy in his eyes. He had the same look when Toji landed on a girl that already had a big crush on him.

 

When they were also the first two to be picked for Seven Minutes in Heaven, Sukuna began to have an idea the game was rigged. But that wouldn’t explain why he got sent into the closet next with the girlfriend of one of the guys on the football team, the main orchestrator of these games. Both he and Toji were tasting straight lipstick for the next few days regardless.

 

Toji’s mumbling under his breath, gushing around Sukuna’s cock whenever he jabs at his sweet spot, eyes cloudy and wet, thighs just as slick with sweat.

 

“You good?” Sukuna asks, breath losing stability.

 

“Yeah, hngh, yes. Fuck, it’s just… it’s not enough. I need more.” Toji gently strokes himself, careful not to fall over the edge too soon.

 

“You wanna do somethin’ else?” Sukuna smirks, knowing that’s not what Toji means. He pulls Toji off his dick the next time he goes up, keeps him there with two hands wrapped firmly around his waist.

 

“No. No, go back inside. Come on, I can’t.” Toji immediately reaches behind to fill himself back up with two fingers. He weeps, “C’mon, don’t do this. Be nice to me.”

 

“Beg for it.” Even though Toji has the power to, he doesn’t simply push Sukuna back in. Instead, he stares at Sukuna brokenly, slowly processing his request, oblivious to how pretty he looks at this moment. “You want me to be nice to you? Tell me how much you need me.”

 

He can feel Toji’s dick twitch against him, alerting him of how much Toji’s into this even though he’s scowling at Sukuna right now.

 

“I need you so bad.” Toji whispers after a big breath, “C’mon, I wanna feel you.”

 

“Where?” Sukuna’s smile only grows when Toji shutters a curse under his breath, curling his fingers inside of himself.

 

“What do you think?” Trembling in Sukuna’s hold, Toji’s gripes hold no weight, “I wanna be full again. I can’t even cum without you. That’s how much I need you.”

 

“You want me deep inside?” He asks cockily, watches Toji nod, still languidly fucking himself just to stay open. “All you want is to be fucked, right? Be full? Fuckin’ slut.”

 

“I know.” Toji’s voice goes needy and high, “You see how hard I am for you. C’mon, just fuck me like you mean it. I’ll do whatever you want, not gonna complain, I’ll even beg when you want me to.”

 

“Good, good.” Sukuna praises. He mouths at Toji’s chest, nipping at the reddened little buds, “Go on then.”

 

Toji pulls his digits out of his entrance and lines up Sukuna’s cock there instead, easing down just like before as Sukuna finally takes his tank top off. Toji looks at him like it’s the first time he’s ever seen him shirtless, eyes glimmering again, and the sight’s so precious Sukuna reaches up to wipe the tears off his face.

 

“Well?” He prompts, licking the saltiness of the waterdrops off his fingers.

 

Toji starts bouncing again, riding him with increased vigor, hands on Sukuna’s now bare chest.

 

He pushes his own back into Sukuna’s face, his nipples even more swollen than before. Sukuna chuckles, his breath fanning over the sensitive buds and making Toji twitch.

 

“What’s this?” He fondles Toji’s chest, “You actually like having your tits played with?”

 

After all, last he heard, Toji was more confused when Sukuna first started sucking on them. Maybe he was just surprised with how good it felt. Toji seems to react to most things that way.

 

“Yes,” Toji admits unabashedly, “Do it, please. I need your mouth again.”

 

“Okay.” He giggles, “But you can’t touch yourself.”

 

He grasps Toji's cock tightly to emphasize his point, unintentionally ripping an immensely pleasured moan from him.

 

“Okay.” Toji dazedly laughs, somehow even more aroused than before with Sukuna keeping him from cumming. “Whatever you want.”

 

“Dirty slut.” Sukuna finally gets his mouth back on his tits, gives his nipple a hard suck.

 

“Hnn! Yes, fuck, ‘m a slut. Fuck, fuckin’ ruin me—” Toji regains his rhythm almost immediately, his ass slapping against Sukuna’s thighs, abdomen twitching restlessly.

 

Sukuna continues to feast on his chest, leaving sloppy bites and hickeys, his own spit seeping down Toji’s stomach.

 

“Fuck, it’s so good, so good.” Toji mindlessly mutters, head falling back as Sukuna’s dick noisily slips back and forth inside his hole. “You’re so deep. Shit, how’d you get so deep?”

 

Sukuna’s other hand grabs onto Toji’s hip, subtly guiding every movement and increasing the speed with it. He licks the drool trailing down Toji’s chin, knowing that in a minute or so, he’s gonna get right back to slobbering.

 

“That’s a good boy.” He mumbles when Toji’s dick pulses in his fist, yet Toji still doesn’t bother even begging Sukuna to jerk him off. “My good boy.”

 

“Yes,” Toji nods frantically, “Fuck, I’m yours. Promise.”

 

Sukuna hums in satisfaction, having pushed Toji up to a near incomprehensible speed with the hand on his hip, bringing only little beads of precum to his tip.

 

The thong is already damp with how wet Toji is, but Sukuna’s sure it'll be sopping by the time he’s done with him. Both of them are panting, working up to their climaxes, when Toji finally starts crying, really crying. 

 

“More.” He blubbers, “I need more, haah, give me more. Ah, more. More, please.”

 

Sukuna finally starts thrusting upwards, pushing Toji down with it so he can feel it all. He goes fast and rough, drawing more tears and nonsense from Toji.

 

“Yes, fuck, right there. Right there—hn, I’m gonna cum. Make me cum, please.”

 

Ironically, Toji’s words promptly make Sukuna orgasm with a long groan, stars popping like firecrackers in his eyes as he releases inside of Toji. He lets go of Toji’s dick to hold him down with both hands on his waist, stuffing him just as he had begged for.

 

He distantly hears Toji's pleasured gasps, so when his eyes open and he finally comes back to reality, he looks down to see if he had also climaxed. All he sees is more precum and trembling thighs.

 

“I told you I’d do whatever you want.” Toji smiles all arrogantly at him, though visibly straining, “You told me not to cum, so I didn’t. I have more restraint than you think.”

 

“I'm definitely surprised,” Sukuna says, a snide insult that Toji catches on to.

 

“You’re lucky you look so pretty when you’re undone, otherwise...” Toji trails off, once again cupping Sukuna’s sweaty cheek like he’s something fragile. With Toji’s thumb softly tracing the slight bags under his eyes, it triggers Sukuna into a blink, his eyelashes grazing the tips of Toji’s fingers.

 

Toji’s breath trembles, his cock giving yet another spasm, “I watched you the whole time. I saw the way your eyes rolled back. You bit your lip, got it bleeding. Your stomach was twitching too, the whole time while you gushed inside of me. You were so fucking hot.”

 

“You can cum now.” Sukuna whispers as Toji comes forward to lick the blood off his lips that he didn’t even know was there.

 

“Okay. Finally.” Toji gives another one of his sharp grins, already moving his hips.

 

Sukuna can’t do much more but watch, hands on Toji’s thighs, abdomen clenching every time he goes down on his sensitive dick. It’s getting to be too much for him, Toji’s tightness feeling more suffocating as he’s still recovering from his orgasm, but seeing Toji enjoy himself like this quickly negates any complaints.

 

With Sukuna’s cum acting as lube, Toji’s able to move much more easily, hastily working towards his climax in pure ecstasy. 

 

“You’re… you’re still hard?” He grunts into Sukuna’s shoulder.

 

“I just came, ‘course I’m still hard.” Not as hard as before, but he’s positive he will be by the time Toji has his turn. His eyes look up and down Toji’s body as it appears in front of him, zeroing in on his thin waist and muscled chest. It’s then he realizes that Toji was sculpted so beautifully he mumbles, “You were made for this, made for me.”

 

“You think so?” Toji giggles, picking his head off of Sukuna’s shoulder, “I was made for you?”

 

“Yeah.” And he’s getting it up again, “Fuck, yeah.”

 

Toji feels it too with the way he’s throbbing, “Shit, you’re so big. Want you to ruin me—ah, fuck, don’t stop.”

 

“You’re doing all the work. ‘Long as you don’t stop, you’ll keep feeling good.” He circles the head of Toji’s bobbing dick, pulls a long string of precum from it.

 

Toji curses, “Do that again. Please, please, please.”

 

“Mm, you’re close?” He starts languidly stroking Toji’s cock, “Yeah, you’re close. You’re so fucking wet.”

 

“‘Cause of you.” Toji whines, “It’s all ‘cause of you.”

 

“I bet it is.” Sukuna begins to slightly raise his hips, swiftly turning into full-blown thrusts. He tightly grips Toji’s hips again. “You gonna cum?”

 

“Yes. Yes, please, make me cum—” Then suddenly, Toji’s mouth falls open, gasping, “Please, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, shit, thank you—”

 

It takes one more thrust for it to happen, for Toji’s dick to start messily spitting white all over Sukuna’s stomach and his own. Toji keeps riding him to work through his orgasm, sniveling and sobbing with the force of it all, blubbering Sukuna’s name and drooling all over himself.

 

Sukuna keeps jerking him off until he’s done and even then, only slows down so as to not overwhelm him too soon.

 

Toji pants, chest heaving, trying to calm his heart. He looks at Sukuna, eyes dilated, sweat and spit dripping down his chin, “It’s not over yet, right?”

 

“You still want more?” Sukuna asks incredulously.

 

“It’s not like you aren’t ready for it.” Toji slips off of him, making Sukuna unfortunately have to let go of his dick, thighs shaking like he’s about to collapse any second.

 

“Turn around.” Sukuna tells him, and Toji obliges with a tired exhale, giving him a full view of his sloppy hole, dripping with Sukuna’s own undoing.

 

“You wanna take a picture?” Toji smiles at him over his shoulder, hair swept into his flushed face. He spreads his ass to enhance the experience.

 

“You’re such a mess.” Sukuna says absentmindedly, awfully transfixed by how his cum streaks down Toji’s thighs, how his stretched hole clenches around nothing but more globs of it. He didn’t know he came so much, his entire release feeling more like a tension band snapping more than an actual release of something. But he sees it now, spreading over his fingers as he sticks a thumb into Toji, lacking all of the initial resistance when they first started.

 

“Don’t do this again.” Toji’s already reeling, maundering pathetically under his breath. “Just slide it in. It’ll feel so much better.”

 

“It’s not about physically feeling good for me, Toji. The main point of this isn’t for me to get off.” It’s really just a bonus. It would be difficult, but there is a way he would be able to get Toji broken by his hands without receiving any sexual stimulation, and that’s the primary reason he agreed to this.

 

Toji strutting up to him, showing off his little gift and practically begging to be touched was a challenge to him, bestowing him with the task to use his agency differently, this time fueled by the love and adoration he had for Toji. And Sukuna had always been a curious person, so of course, he rose to the occasion.

 

He had gotten aroused along the way, had wanted to climax, but that’s also basic human nature. He’s more concerned about making Toji feel good and all the ways that could happen by depending fully on Sukuna’s whims. It’s a grapple for control and adherence to Toji’s own wants. And also a means of experimentation that he would never try out with anyone but Toji.

 

“Is it just to play around with me, see how far you can egg me on?” Toji blows out a breath as his back is pushed into an arch. 

 

Sukuna settles behind him, “Kinda. But I also want you to like it.”

 

Toji feels the blunt head of Sukuna’s cock inching inside and rests his head on the floor of the truck bed, “I’m liking it. I like anything you do.”

 

Sukuna doesn’t hesitate then, bucking once and, hearing the groan Toji lets out, sets his pace pretty early on. Toji bristles in overstimulation, getting back to biting his hand and moaning through gritted teeth. This position is almost perfect for Sukuna, but he can’t see Toji’s face, so he leans forward and grabs his hair, wrenching his head up.

 

“You still like it?” He asks Toji, his chest right against his back.

 

“Yeah.” Toji slurs out, eyes unfocused, “I like it so much.”

 

“What do you like about it, then?” Sukuna pants out.

 

Toji has to take a moment to think, licking his lips, his bitten up hand coming to grab Sukuna’s. Eventually, “I like you, for one. I like your eyes, like your—your hair. I like your voice, hngh.”

 

Sukuna adjusts his grip on Toji’s hair, squeezing his other hand before moving in even closer to kiss and suck at his neck. "I like that. Nice, Toji.”

 

The praise gets him whimpering, “Good. I want you to like it, too. I want you to like me, too.”

 

“I do. Trust me, I do.” He wouldn’t dream about Toji every night otherwise.

 

Sukuna then relishes in the view he has here, sees the redness under Toji’s eyes and on his cheeks from exertion, his parted mouth with his wet, swollen lips, the tear marks on his cheeks. It’s fucking perfect.

 

“If only you could see yourself right now,” He murmurs into Toji’s ear, “You’d see why I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

 

He fully lets go of Toji’s hair, uses his hand to lift his chin up instead. He slides a finger into Toji’s mouth, gets him gagging and whining, before pulling it back out, both of them watching the clear ribbons that go with it. Toji gasps with another thrust right into his prostate, clenching hard around Sukuna’s dick and letting out a whole puddle of precum.

 

“Fuck, don’t move from there.” He begs, “I need it, I need it so bad.” 

 

“I know.” Sukuna shushes him, “Gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

 

He pushes Toji back down, pressing his face into the bottom of the bed, and straightens back up to quicken his strokes.

 

“Yes, shit, yes please. Make me—haah, need you so bad.”

 

“You’re such a mess for me, aren’t you? And only for me, not gonna let anyone else see you like this, right?” He feels himself getting back up to that point, astonishingly quick seeing as he just came, but maybe that’s what aided him. He sees Toji’s drifting there too, especially with the way he tries to simultaneously grind back against Sukuna and hump the floor.

 

He decides to take pity on Toji, reaching underneath him and grabbing his dick. This brings a wave of affirmation, “Mm, I’m a mess. Yeah, only for you. Not gonna… shit, harder. Not gonna let anybody see me the way you see me.”

 

His voice breaks even further as Sukuna teases his dick, giving just enough stimulation to push him over the edge. Toji cums unceremoniously, singing out love sonnets at this point, grinding hungrily into Sukuna’s hand as he spurts out ribbons and ribbons of semen.

 

“Good boy,” He praises, “Keep cumming for me. Just like that.”

 

Toji curses pathetically, a high-pitched edge to his voice, “Fuck, I can’t stop. Can’t stop, ‘kuna, please. I can’t.”

 

His hips jerk as he just keeps going, Sukuna’s words and constant stimulation certainly not helping his case, “You can. Keep making a mess, show me how much you need me.”

 

“Fuck, it hurts—” Toji whines, but he accepts it anyway, eyes rolled back, squeezing all the blood circulation out of Sukuna’s hand.

 

“You like it, though.” Sukuna squeezes Toji’s cock just the same, ripping a loud gasp out of him.

 

When it eventually stops, Toji melts, shifting onto his back and splaying himself across the trunk, rightfully exhausted. It’s all Sukuna would expect from someone who endured three whole orgasms.

 

But he still wants more. He’s still hard, after all.

 

“Toji,” He whispers, snaking over the other’s body. Toji’s bloodshot eyes flit open, lazily staring up at him. Sukuna plays with his hair, “You think you can give me one more? Just one more.”

 

Toji blinks and licks his lips, a moment or so passing by where there’s no sound present. Then, he responds, “I can, just for you. But I don’t think I’ll be able to cum again.”

 

“That’s fine with me.” Sukuna smirks, knowing good and well that that’s not going to be the case on his watch.

 

He grabs Toji’s legs and folds them back against his chest, bending him in a way that leaves him spread and perpetually open. Toji groans just a little at the position, cock twitching out one last bit of cum onto his stomach, the panties completely dirtied with the rest of the fluid. As Sukuna’s pushing in, he wonders if he’ll be able to make Toji cry like he did last time. His eyes were always a little teary as they did this but just then, it was like a dam broke in his head, sending force a sudden, uncontrollable rush.

 

“Just relax, okay?” He smugly advises Toji as he slips all the way inside.

 

Toji, still panting, scowls at him, though the glare loses all its heat when Sukuna slowly starts rocking his hips. He sobs, “It’s already too much.”

 

“But you can take it.” Sukuna squeezes his thighs. “You’re strong like that.”

 

It gets Toji nodding, “I can. I can. C’mon, go faster.”

 

Sukuna obliges, building his speed gradually. Toji convulses, yet he only spreads his legs further, pressing down on his stomach to physically feel the electric shocks zapping through him.

 

“Kiss me.” He begs, voice shaking. “Please, just once.”

 

Sukuna tenderly cups his cheek, presses his lips just as gently against Toji’s. He accepts it heartily, pleading for connection, hands twitching up by his head.

 

Sukuna notices this when he pulls away, and he laughs, “You can touch me, y’know. I’ve had my hands all over you the whole time.”

 

Toji hooks his legs around his waist, wrapping his arms around Sukuna’s neck, keeping him close as he’s driven wildly through elation. Sukuna speeds up his thrusts, the sound of him sliding in and out of Toji’s hole slick and undoubtedly noisy. Oh, well. He isn’t all that concerned about being caught, but he doesn’t want anyone else to see Toji’s body. So he guesses he is moderately concerned.

 

He cowers over Toji a bit more effectively then, covering him just in case. Both of his hands frame Toji’s head, smashing his hair down to his face. Toji drools abundantly all over his chin, but he still pulls Sukuna in for constant kisses regardless.

 

“It still feels so fuckin’ good.” He murmurs drunkenly. His legs spasm on Sukuna’s hips. “Fuck, fuckin’ pound me. Ruin me.”

 

Sukuna chuckles, reaching down for Toji’s cock and shocking himself at how wet it is. He starts stroking it. “I am. Don’t you worry.”

 

“Thank you.” Toji gets right back to crying. Good. “Shit, fuckin’—thank you. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum. It feels so—” His eyes roll back, lips parting. Sukuna slips his tongue into his mouth, gets rough with it, biting Toji’s lips and making them bleed.

 

Toji gasps, reaching around the back of Sukuna’s head and pushing him down into the kiss. His other hand grabs the wrist that’s working on his dick, not stopping him, perhaps pushing him to go faster. So he does and revels in Toji’s reaction, which consists entirely of more trembling and sobbing and maundering. Sukuna pulls back from his lips with a wet smack, ducking his head to suck hickeys into Toji’s neck.

 

“Nn, ‘kuna. Fuck, you’re so good. Don’t stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

 

“I won’t, gonna keep fucking you just like you deserve.” Sukuna snickers, heat tightening in his stomach. He knows he’s getting close, the pleasure almost overwhelming as his core blisters. Toji’s so hot around him, so pretty too, and Sukuna can hardly take it.

 

He groans into Toji’s neck, grabbing his legs and putting them on his shoulders instead. This brings an angle that gets both of them grunting feverishly. Toji’s gaze, focused purely on him, is blank, vaguely adoring, but mostly blank with all the heavy arousal he’s trying to withstand. Sukuna’s getting off on it anyway, his nails digging into Toji’s thighs.

 

“You’re such a good boy, so fucking good for me. So messy too, just perfect for me.” He manages, reaching a fever pitch, ears popping out and sending blissful, silent euphoria to his brain.

 

Still, he can hear Toji, “I know, I know. Fill me up, please, make another mess. Ruin me.”

 

One more thrust and he’s losing it, falling into Toji and into full inundation. It’s like a thick, constrictive fog around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper, that previous euphoria multiplying tenfold. He doesn’t know what sounds he makes, how he moves, just that he feels exhilarated and he never wants it to end.

 

It takes a long time to come back, has him blinking in a blurry mindscape for at least a few minutes before he’s finally ripped back into reality. He’s breathing desperately into Toji’s chest, the other’s own heart beating frantically against his forehead.

 

He pulls back, sees Toji gazing at him, tears still glistening in his eyes. He looks like a mess, with his bitten, swollen lips, thoroughly flushed cheeks that beats even the redness he had on Sukuna’s last birthday, body covered in hickeys and lovebites, a new puddle of cum on his muscled abdomen, but he’s also Sukuna’s mess. That’s the best part of it all, knowing he did this to Toji. Accomplishment floods his chest.

 

“You enjoy yourself?” Toji asks him, lips just slightly curved. He’s still shaky.

 

“Mhm. I know you did too.” Sukuna slowly pulls out of him, both of them hissing with sensitivity. Once he’s out, he pushes the thong to the side again, fingers Toji’s sloppy hole and scoops some of the cum out.

 

Toji winces, “Shit, ease up, jackass.”

 

“My bad.” Sukuna leans back on the side of the truckbed. That’s when the second, more bitter reality hits him, “We need to clean all of this up.”

 

“Ugh, you should just leave it in there. Would serve the old fart right.” Toji frowns.

 

“If I wanna keep my job here, I can’t do that.” Sukuna sighs, “But we can also just lay here. Just for a moment.”

 

Toji brightens, “Okay.”

 

He shuffles forward and is immediately embraced by Sukuna. The bed of the truck is uncomfortable and hard, but Toji’s warmth outweighs it all.

 

That’s just how he is, how they are.

 

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” Toji admits.

 

Sukuna’s heart pounds. Looks like he is gonna go into cardiac arrest, all brought on by his unwavering attraction. At least he was able to fuck Toji before then.

 

“Me too.” He replies, overcome by this strange, ardent emotion.

 

He knows what it is, has always known. It’s love. Love for Toji, even in this fucked up city where they’ve known each other since kids, has fought together, has struggled together.

 

And now, has been brought together. Forever, Sukuna hopes. Until he dies.

 

And even then, he still wants to be encompassed in Toji’s heat as the chill of death approaches. It would be the best way to go, the other right way to go.

 

He won’t accept anything else, anyway.