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Yuuji always wakes up first. He doesn’t know why it happens, and he’s long since stopped trying to question it. Even when Megumi keeps him up late, talking quietly into the night or just lying close in the dark, his eyes still open with the first faint light that sneaks through the gap in the curtains.
He doesn’t mind, though. There’s something about these quiet moments before the world stirs that almost feels sacred to Yuuji. Something about being the only one awake, with Megumi beside him, his breathing slow and steady, Yuuji always takes a few moments to just look at him. To observe the peacefulness painting his face.
Megumi’s face is softer in sleep, unguarded in a way he rarely allows when he’s awake. Sometimes his brows will draw together like he’s caught in a dream, and his lips will part slightly like they might say something. Yuuji constantly wonders what his dreams might be about, but Megumi claims to never remember. His dark hair is a complete mess, more so than usual; falling over his forehead in a way Yuuji would never dare fix, but will always run his fingers through.
He treasures this version of Megumi. The one no one gets to see.
Sometimes, without waking, Megumi reaches for him, pulling Yuuji close with one arm draped around his waist and his face tucked gently into the curve of his neck. The warmth of it, the quiet weight of being wanted like this, even in Megumi’s sleep, sends a soft thrill through him every time.
Yuuji stays still, letting the moment linger. He lets himself feel it completely. In these quiet, half-lit mornings, with Megumi wrapped around him and the world still holding its breath, everything seems to settle into place. As if this is how it was always meant to be.
So no, Yuuji doesn’t mind being the first one awake anymore.
Except on mornings like this. For some reason, he’s awake even before the sun, the sky outside still cloaked in a twilight blue. He tries to fall back asleep, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as he possibly can, but of course, it doesn’t work. It rarely ever does. Yuuji has never been the kind of person who can easily drift back to sleep once he’s awake. Once he’s up, he’s up.
Eventually, he gives up, huffing a breath of defeat. He rolls onto his side and lets his gaze settle on the boy sleeping beside him. All the typical signs are there that Megumi is completely out. His breathing steady, lashes resting softly against his cheeks, lips parted a tiny bit.
Yuuji reaches out, his fingers brushing the wild tufts of hair sticking up in every direction. A quiet hum of sleepy contentment escapes Megumi, and Yuuji can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips at the sound.
Sometimes, it still doesn’t feel real that he gets to wake up next to Mgumi like this.
It all happened in the most backwards way, but he wouldn’t change any of it, because it led him here. Years of being best friends, somehow at some point falling asleep in the same bed night after night, sharing kisses they never talked about, and one drunken confession that changed everything. Then came the fear when things started to feel too real, and they both pulled away.
It took almost a year for them to finally admit what was there, neither of them wanting to risk breaking whatever fragile thing had been growing between them. But when they finally did, they couldn’t believe they waited so long.
Yuuji attempts to pass the time. He scrolls his phone through every single app he has downloaded, he stares at the ceiling, he bites his nails, he watches Megumi sleep a little more. Eventually, after what feels like hours, Yuuji reaches a level of boredom so intense that he starts mentally sorting through everything he has to do today, including all the assignments he has upcoming in his classes.
Desperate for something to occupy his mind, he actually cracks open the textbook for his chemistry class. It’s not his favorite subject, not even close, but it’s required for his degree. Besides, he figures reading ahead might earn him a few points with Gojo-sensei. And let’s be honest, Yuuji is always looking for ways to impress him. Being Megumi’s dad and all, it kind of feels like extra credit.
So here he is, on a Saturday morning, voluntarily getting over a week ahead for his chemistry class just to get on his boyfriend's dad’s good side. What Yuuji does not expect is the reaction this would elicit from Megumi.
Yuuji is chewing on the end of his pen when he hears a low hum beside him. Eyes snapping to his right he sees Megumi looking at him, eyes barely open, face still relaxed and tired. Remnants of sleep still littered all over it.
“Morning, sleepyhead. Look who finally woke up,” he says over a smirk.
“Shit up,” Megumi grabs his phone to check the time, “It’s not even that late, barely even nine o’clock. Plus, it’s a Saturday, so I have no reason to be up. Actually, maybe I’ll go back to sleep.” He closes his eyes again and attempts to turn over, but Yuuji grabs his shoulder.
“No!” he blurts out, “Please don’t go back to sleep. I’m so bored.” The words come out like a whine, but Yuuji doesn’t care, he’s desperate for company right now. Specifically Megumi’s.
Megumi groans, turning over to face him again, clearly disinterested in waking up, but placating Yuuji the way he always does. THe heels of his hands come up to rub his eyes before he finally really looks over at Yuuji.
“Are you…studying right now?”
“Yeah. I figured I’d get ahead on some of my work. I’ve been up for hours, and I ran out of things to do to entertain myself.”
“You could have gotten up, you know. You didn’t have to stay in bed and wait for me.”
“But I like being here when you wake up.”
The quirk of an eyebrow, green eyes swimming with something soft. It’s a look Yuuji loves to pull from him. He also does genuinely like being there when Megumi wakes up–becuase Megumi in the morning is always a little softer around the edges, a little clingier in a way Yuuji adores, in a way he covets.
Morning light catches Megumi's eyes where it spills through the curtains, and in those quiet moments it makes the hours of boredom worth it. Especially when Yuuji says something that earns him that rare, unguarded warmth. It’s always the small things that make Megumi melt, and Yuuji takes quiet pride in knowing how to draw them out.
“Fine, I’ll stay awake. But only because you’re kind of hot when you’re studying.” He drapes an arm across Yuuji’s stomach, the muscles tensing against the feeling of his skin.”
“Oh you like this, do you? Should I start reading my textbook as foreplay?” Yuuji looks down and picks the most random sentence. “Enzymes function as biological catalysts by lower the activation energy barrier of biochemical reactions, thereby significantly increasing the reaction rate without being consumed in the–”
Megumi kisses Yuuji’s shoulder. “Mmm, definitely hot, but no. No, in fact–” he reaches out and closes the textbook, pushing it off the bed. “I think you’ve studied enough this morning, you should take a break.”
Ah, so Megumi is in one of those moods this morning. Yuuji grins, tosses the pen he’d been absently chewing aside, and it clatters to the floor as he slides deeper under the covers. Their bodies find each other instantly, effortlessly, limbs tangling like it’s second nature. Like molecules drawn together by some unseen force.
Maybe something from his chemistry textbook is sinking in after all. Cellular fusion, intermolecular attraction–whatever the term, it feels like their atoms are conspiring to become one.
Megumi leans his head down, his lips ghosting across the place where Yuuji’s neck meets his shoulder, goosebumps breaking out across his skin over a shudder. A small rumble of laughter vibrates against him and his head turns back only to find his boyfriend’s pupils blown wide, a look of desire and amusement etched on his usually stoic face.
“Why are you laughing?” Yuuji breathes, a bit petulantly at first.
“You’re so sensitive.”
“I can’t help it, you’re taking advantage of my weak spots. Not fair.” Yuuji drags his hand up Megumi’s back, all the way until his fingernails scrape against scalp, tugging slightly at the silky strands of hair the way he knows will drive him–yep, there it is. THe telltale groan that Yuuji loves to hear. Followed by the tiny nip of teeth as Megumi kisses his way back up Yuuji’s neck until their lips are pressed together.
“Now who isn’t playing fair?” Megumi mumbles against his mouth.
Yuuji grins, his own moan slipping out when Megumi traps both his bottom lip between his teeth and circles a nipple with his thumb.
“Shit–Fushi–not fa–”
“Playing fair is off the table,” Megumi interjects as he switches their positions, pushing Yuuji down into the mattress as he crawls on top of him.
Yuuji’s pulse doubles the moment he sees Megumi above him. Then its hands and lips on every part of his body. And just the way Yuuji likes, Megumi takes advantage of all the knowledge he has of what kind of touch will bring him to the edge. Every spot that makes him moan, and arch his back, and mutter utter nonsense that even Yuuji himself can’t decipher despite it coming from his own mouth.
Fingers dig into his hips, and Yuuji’s own grip dark hair again as the teasing is dragged on, driving him wild. Megumi’s tongue traces the shape of his nipple, kissing a path down his stomach and stopping right where Yuuji wants him most.
But as much as Yuuji wants to see Megumi between his legs, he weighs the desire against how badly he wants to kiss him, to taste him. He always wants to kiss him, could simply only kiss him for the rest of his life and would be perfectly fine with that. A constant bone deep craving for the other boy that can never be satiated.
“Please–please come up here,” he begs, sending Megumi that particular look he knows the other can’t resist. And he doesn’t. Megumi kisses his way back up Yuuji’s body, more quickly than it took him to kiss down it, until their lips clash together. Sloppy, wet, uncontrolled. Less of a kiss and more like they’re trying to become one single entity.
Yuuji cups Megumi’s jaw, fingers toying gently with his earlobe just because he can. Feeling obsessed and consumed by every part of his body, his other hand rests low on Megumi's back, pulling him in closer, their bodies grinding together like second nature.
“Y-Yuuji,” Megumi breathes out.
“I know–fuck, you feel so good. I love you so much,” Yuuji whispers into his mouth. It feels so good to tell Megumi how much he loves him. After so long with the words caught in his throat, aching to be spoken, Yuuji now wants to say it every chance he gets; wants Megumi to know, always, exactly how he feels.
“I want to touch you,” Megumi says as his hand drifts between them, cupping Yuuji’s cock through his briefs.
“Please, Fushi,” Yuuji whines, his desperation for Megumi’s hands on him so strong he feels like he could combust if he doesn’t feel them soon.
Megumi leans up and kisses Yuuji’s forehead, once, twice, then the tip of his nose before whispering against his lips, “I know, I’ll give you what you want, baby.”
A hiss slips from him, head falling back and sinking into the pillow as Megumi’s thumb traces a path over the head of his dick, and he knows instantly that there’s already a wet spot forming through his briefs. It used to be embarrassing how easily Yuuji would fall apart for him, especially at the beginning. He would blush and apologize and try to cover his face, but Megumi would only kiss him and tell him it’s okay because he was just as lost in it as he was. Trying just as hard not to lose it.
But now there’s no shame or embarrassment. Everything they feel for each other at the forefront as he gets lost in the familiar feeling of Megumi’s lips, his skin, his fingers–god his fingers. Yuuji might have a thing for Megumi’s fingers, and Megumi knows it. But who can blame him, really?
When those fingers deftly slip under his waistband and wrap around his length, practically aching now with how hard he is, Yuuji bites his lip to stifle whatever sound wants to come out. Megumi’s thumb comes up and tugs his lip away from his teeth with a muttered, “Let me hear.”
Yuuji is pulled in, captivated by swirling green that deepens into the black of Megumi’s irises, his lips parting in quiet awe.
“Or is there something else you want?” he asks, even though Yuuji already knows the answer.
Megumi’s finger slips past Yuuji’s lips and rests on his tongue. The taste of skin sends a jolt of electricity through his body–raw kinetic energy with nowhere to go as his hips thrust in Megumi’s fist as he takes his thumb out and trades it for two fingers. Yuuji’s mind goes practically blank, eyes rolling back as he sucks on the digits.
Their hips still grind together, but Megumi slows the movement to pull himself out of his briefs, and Yuuji’s eyes snap open to stare down at his cock, flaming red and leaking as he wraps his hand around both of them and starts to pump.
Yuuji moans around his fingers, sucking them further as Megumi stares into his eyes. Irises flaring, green barely hanging on. He almost whines when Megumi takes his fingers away to scrape at his undercut, their foreheads pressed together. Their breaths twist and tangle in the space between them, so closely mingled it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
Megumi leans down those final centimeters to kiss him, tongue licking across his bottom lip as Yuuji opens up for him. A tight know coils low in his gut at the feeling of their cocks together, his breaths turning to a stammer as he climbs rapidly towards that edge he isn’t quite sure he wants to fall over yet.
“Fushi–stop–it’s too good, I’m gonna–I’m close.”
He stops, a grin ghosted across his lips, unmistakable as he kisses across Yuuji’s jaw and releases them.
“How do you want to do it today?” Megumi asks.
Yuuji takes a moment to consider, his gaze lingering on the flushed heat blooming across Megumi’s face, trailing down his neck and spreading over his chest in a soft pink hue. Reaching out, his hand finds Megumi’s waist, thumbs gently tracing circles as he looks back at him.
“Will you top? I really want to feel you inside of me,” he says, practically batting his eyelashes up at the other.
“The things you say sometimes,” Megumi teases.
He runs his hand through the pink strands of Yuuji’s hair and suddenly finds himself caught in Megumi’s eyes–like sunlight filtering through rain-damp leaves, impossible to look away from. The gaze is only broken when Megumi pulls away to rummage through their bedside drawer for what they’ll need.
Yuuji’s hands glide slowly from Megumi’s forearms to his shoulders, his fingers skimming over warm skin, tracing familiar lines of his back–the quiet rise and fall of muscle like a map he knows by heart. His chest swells at the sight before him. There are times Yuuji feels like this is all in his head. How could he have gotten so lucky to have Megumi, to love him? To get to see the sides of him no one else does. It’s a privilege he doesn't take lightly.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Megumi says, lip curling slightly–quickly pulled back like he’s trying to hide it.
“Like what?” Yuuji feigns ignorance.
“You know.”
Yuuji does. He knows exactly how he’s looking at Megumi right now.
“I’ll always look at you like this.”
“Shut up.” He playfully pushes at Yuuji’s forehead, and the eye roll he casts down at him could tilt the whole world off its axis–but beneath the bite there’s a fondness Yuuji has come to recognize all too well. A faint blush paints his cheeks, the same one he saw the first time he called Megumi baby. He pretended to hate it despite his face betraying his indifferent words.
The pop of a bottle cap brings him back to the moment, and Megumi pushes his legs apart. With one arm braced next to Yuuji’s head keeping them close, sharing breath as a finger circles his rim, he does his best to relax, but anticipation keeps him tense.
“Relax, Yuuji,” Megumi whispers before pressing their lips together. At the swipe of a tongue along Yuuji’s bottom lip, he relaxes his body naturally into the kiss while Megumi pushes in gently to one knuckle.
Yuuji gasps, but it’s swallowed by Megumi as he deepens the kiss, working him open slowly. He breathes through the stretch.
“Will you look at me,” he whispers against his lips, and Megumi pulls back. Yuuji focuses on pools of green as he adds another finger, and when he touches the part inside him that has Yuuji seeing stars, his back arches up and Megumi’s face reeks out into a sly grin.
Yuuji huffs a laugh. “Shut up.”
“I love when your body reacts like that, though.”
Yuuji shoots him an exaggerated eye roll, making sure it’s as dramatic as possible. Unfortunately, his attempt at teasing is thwarted when Megumi hits that spot again, drawing a filthy moan from him, the nails Yuuji is scraping down his back sure to leave a mark.
“Mmm, more baby, please,” Yuuji begs.
Megumi obliges, adding a third finger as he curls his fingers in and out, moving in all the ways he knows will drive Yuuji crazy.
Desperate to get his hands on Megumi as well, Yuuji reaches between them and wraps his fingers around his cock, thumb swiping the precome leaking out before bringing it to his mouth and sucking. Megumi’s eyes darken at the sight and Yuuji hums at the taste of him.
“Shit, you can’t do stuff like that,” Megumi pants, leaning down to kiss him again. Yuuji only grins before Megumi licks into his mouth like he wants to swallow the taste of himself.
One hand cups the back of Megumi’s head as lips move across his jaw and down his neck, sucking on his pulse point. Yuuji’s fingers tangle in Megumi’s hair again, pulling slightly the way he knows he adores.
After being with Megumi for a while now, Yuuji realizes this is one of the things he loves most about their relationship. The sheer intimacy of knowing someone else's body inside and out. Knowing every little way to make them gasp, and swear, and break out into goosebumps. The comfortability that comes with love. The way they can laugh when a finger accidentally slips out, or when they clash teeth while kissing before falling right back into saying filthy things to each other that would make them blush and hide their face in any other context.
“Are you ready?” Megumi asks, pulling his fingers out.
Yuuji briefly mourns the emptiness before Megumi starts to lube himself up.
“I’m always ready,” Yuuji teases, a coy smile tugging at his lips.
Megumi huffs a laugh. “Idiot.” But it’s more a term of endearment than a dig.
Megumi pushes Yuuji’s knees back and lines himself up. The head of his cock pushes past his rim, and Yuuji breathes through it, breathes through the burn of the stretch that is inevitable whenever Megumi fucks him. He’s slow about it, pushing in inch by inch as Yuuji adjusts. All of his movements are tentative with a careful eye to watch for any discomfort Yuuji might indicate.
“I’m okay baby, keep going.” His hand comes up to cradle Megumi’s cheek.
So he does, his pupils dilating at the nickname, pushing all the way until their hips are flush. Megumi waits a moment, but Yuuji coaxes him on quickly, shifting his hips down in an attempt to get him deeper, to get him to move.
Megumi smiles and shakes his head at Yuuji’s insistence, rolling his hips and giving him what he wants. Their moans mingle in the air between them as Yuuji’s legs lock around Megumi’s waist.
Their bodies press together, chest to chest and as close as they can be while Megumi starts fucking him in earnest–hard and rough while Yuuji whispers sweet nothings into his ear.
“Just like that, Megumi.”
“Shit, you feel so good.”
“Right there, please don’t stop.”
Calloused hands grip Yuuji’s hips so tight he wonders if it will leave bruises, and he doesn’t think he would mind if it did. Megui’s eyes go glazed and hazy when their gazes meet, and Yuuji is pretty sure his look the same. His mind fuzzy and clouded only with thoughts of Megumi.
Something starts to pool low once again, and Yuuji knows he’s getting closer to that edge. Based on Megumi’s face, he’s pretty sure he is too.
“M-Megumi, I’m close.”
He snaps his hips forward, hitting that spot while leaning down to suck on his pulse point the way he knows Yuuji likes.
“Can you come untouched for me?” Megumi whispers in his ear.
Yuuji’s eyes squeeze shut as he nods, lost in sensation, but Megumi traps his chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Look at me Yuuji, use your words. If you don’t want to, it's fine, I can help.”
His eyes open now, and he stares into wells of green shaking his head. “No, no I can. I can do it for you.”
Megumi leans down and kisses him. “Good boy,” falls from his lips and makes the heat in Yuuji’s spine turn to lava.
It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts for Yuuji’s back to arch as he moans, Megumi’s name on his tongue as he spills between them.
He tries to catch his breath as Megumi presses more kisses to his face, his neck, his jaw. He slows down his movements for Yuuji’s comedown while still chasing his own pleasure.
“Don’t slow down now,” Yuuji teases,cupping Megumi’s cheeks to force eye contact.
Megumi grins at the challenge, picking up his pace again and Yuuji breathes through the overstimulation.
“Fuck, look at you, you feel so good Megumi.”
Yuuji continues to babble on, coaxing Megumi to the edge until his movements start becoming erratic, no set rhythm just pure instinct. Finally, he crests that edge, burying his face into the crook of Yuuji’s neck.
Bodies sticky they lay together chest to chest, breathing the other one in as they catch their breath. Yuuji kisses Megumi’s temple and cards his fingers through dark hair. The other hand runs up and down his back soothingly, savoring the closeness.
Megumi eventually, reluctantly, crawls off Yuuji to get a few tissues to clean him off the best he can until they shower.
Laying on their sides face to face, arms and legs once again wrapped around each other, Yuuji laughs.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Yuuji says. “It’s just, maybe I should study in front of you more often if it’s gonna end up like this.”
“Don’t get too cocky, I might get used to the view and it will stop doing anything for me,” he says flatly, but there’s a playful glint in his eye.
“Sure baby. Whatever you say.”
“Again with the baby,” Megumi tsks, pulling Yuuji closer.
“Stop pretending you don’t love it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It’s a game between the now; Megumi pretending to hate the term of endearment. A game Yuuji loves.
All of these small things Yuuji knows about him and loves–the teasing back and forth nature of their relationship never changed once they moved from friends to what they are now. In fact, their friendship is still Yuuji’s favorite part.
“Okay, enough talking, I need more sleep,” Megumi says, kissing Yuuji’s forehead before tucking his face against his chest. “Give me like, an hour.”
Yuuji smiles, letting his now heavy eyes drift shut. He could use another hour of sleep too.