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December was always the trickiest month for Megumi.
The world got colder, he found himself stuck in black-ice induced traffic jams far too frequently, Christmas was rolling around and, of course, his birthday fell right before that consumerist, dystopian holiday. He never particularly cared for his birthday—it was just another day, and if he started seriously considering the years that had passed he’d drive himself a little insane. On top of the impending doom of aging, he wasn’t too fond of receiving gifts. All those eyes on him, gauging his reaction for their own satisfaction.
Despite his vehement hatred for his own birthday, Yuuji loved this holiday for a plethora of reasons he could only half understand. He called it “Megumi Day,” in such creative fashion; made him breakfast, took off work to spend the day lounging with him, massaged his shoulders, drew him a bath and washed his hair for him. If it were anybody else, he’d think it was overbearing, annoying, but, Goddamnit, he seemed drunk with bliss being able to wait on him hand and foot. He couldn’t say no when he was so eager, so happy to serve.
Even now, they were sitting at a booth in a para-expensive restaurant, where he’d insisted on getting the expensive sweet red wine, paying for the entire meal himself, and toting a slough of gifts with a ridiculous smile on his face. Yuuji was wearing a silky maroon button up, a few of the top clasps undone on the drive over after feeling too constrained—an item he recognized well, because he’d complimented it once or twice and it became a rotating fixture in his wardrobe. He did look incredible in it, made the warm hues of his eyes glow like a cabin fire, genuinely handsome. The slight muss of his hair from laying around all day made him more than grateful for the birthday present he bought for himself, tucked in a little bag he refused to explain when questioned.
Yuuji’s foot bumped his as he sipped from his glass, wincing when the bitterness stung his tongue. He scrunched his nose, “Isn’t this supposed to be a sweet red?”
“It is a sweet red,” he propped his chin on his palm, a little more than enraptured with the animated expressions of his partner’s discomfort, “I think you just don’t like red wine.”
Their feet bumped again, and this time Megumi returned the gesture, even if unconsciously, “I just don’t get it, I think you snobs are just lying to us commonfolk about what it tastes like,” he grimaced as he washed his mouth out with a sip of water. “We should’ve gotten sake.”
“No, we shouldn’t have.” He stopped that thought process quickly, knowing how Yuuji liked to drink just to get drunk, “One of us has to drive home.” Plus, he wanted him sober for tonight. Half of his plans would be void if he ended the night too inebriated to consent. “Just drink your water, you’ll survive, keep your head on straight.”
He stuck his tongue out, and no amount of sobriety could explain why the gesture made Megumi’s chest light. “If you insist,” he rolled his eyes in response. Yuuji’s leg was shaking under the table, and he nudged him, “Okay, I’m impatient as shit, can I just give you your gifts? I wanna’ see you open ‘em.”
As expected, he could sense the enthusiasm radiating off of him the moment they left his apartment. “I thought we were waiting until after we ate, no?”
“Ugh, I know, I know!” He groaned, letting a hand fall to grab Megumi’s from across the table, running his thumb across his knuckles, fidgety, “Please, babe, the food’ll be here by the time you’re done, anyway.”
It took a little more convincing on Yuuji’s part, but eventually he caved and watched as his partner, giddy and immune to any onlookers wandering eyes, piled the gift bags onto their table one after another. As difficult as it was to accept gifts from anyone, he felt safe knowing any reaction he made wouldn’t be judged or overanalyzed. He wasn’t the type to get expensive, materialistic gifts to surprise Megumi or elicit any guilt for a neutral reaction.
The first of many was a t-shirt, two sizes too big, with hyper-realistic illustrations of a set of wolves howling at the moon, and Megumi deadpanned to resist a smile. “You’ve gotten me one of these every year, are you serious?” He could pretend to be bemused, but in reality he was struck by the knowledge he had four others of similar fashion (and sizing choice) in his drawers at home.
A laugh, so genuine it made him ache, “So serious. You look so cute in them, it’s just a tradition, at this point.”
“Thank you.” He sighed, folding it back up and sliding it into the bag. The tissue paper crinkling would have bothered him on any other occasion, but the pure joy buzzing off the man before him was clouding in the air and blocking the rest of the world.
“Psh, don't thank me yet,” he smirked and pushed another bag forward, shamelessly knocking their feet together, “go on.”
What ensued was a slough of ultimately useless, yet adorably personal gifts that he seemed to have been gathering for months. A black wolf plushie made of the soft, minky fabric he knew Megumi had an affinity for; one of those raccoon-tail keychains in black and blue that he believed would functionally out them, but he absolutely adored; a silver bracelet with a dog bone on it; a sci-fi book he’d been eyeing a bit ago; a gift card for a local bookstore; and one more bag that Yuuji flinched for, snatching it back when he went to grab it.
His leg was still bouncing, and now he watched as a blush crept up his throat, just above the crimson neckline sagging at his collarbone. “We- uh, maybe we should wait for that until we’re home, yeah?”
Giving him a skeptical look, he was fairly certain it was some kind of sex toy—perhaps something vulgar looking and completely inappropriate for a public unveiling—but based on the reaction he wasn’t sure what it was, exactly. His instinct told him ears and a plug-in tail, but Yuuji had caved a few days earlier and given those prematurely, getting great use out of them. This could be anything, and he was finally accepting the thrill of being spoiled, of receiving gifts from the person who knew him best. “Oh, honey, but you brought it. You wanted me to open these so badly.” His tone was intentionally tooth-aching and saccharine, smiling as he watched the shudder roll through him.
“Ha—well,” he scratched the skin beneath his collarbone, “I didn’t think this through, okay.” Megumi tugged the bag back over to himself, and he saw how Yuuji’s breath quickened, how he scanned the room for eyes that could fall on them. Now he was gently pushing past the tissue paper, mindful not to grab anything too quickly, and his boyfriend sighed, “You- ugh, I-... sorry.” He covered his face with his palms.
“Aw, look at me, Yuuji,” even though there was no real command in his voice, he obeyed without question. Megumi was grinning, a little impishly, noting how the other man fidgeted in his seat; how his leg was shaking, how his desperate, shifty eyes always landed back on him, where they should be. That grin was quickly shot from his face when his hand brushed cold metal, chain, and when he pulled it from the bag, a clip on one end and a textured leather grip on the other. His own eyes flitted up to his partner, impossibly cherry coloured and shifting his hands, irritated.
One more thing of implicit significance: the chain was of a rosy gold tint, glinting as it caught the warm restaurant lighting. A gift for Megumi—from his lover who only ever bought him silver bracelets, silver wallet chains, silver necklaces, and silver rings. This was definitely, certainly, absolutely, without a singular doubt, a leash not intended to be clipped to him, but onto Yuuji. Jesus fucking christ, this man, his thoughts bounced around. Blood rushed to his stomach, his head, and the sudden vertigo made him care so little about dinner he could leave immediately.
“So, I see you’ve been thinking.” He slid the chain back into the bag, set it off to the side, finding Yuuji nodding profusely at his suggestion. “Worrisome.”
“Hey!” For all his perceived outrage, he reached back over and threaded their fingers together, “I’ve been so nice to you all day, and this is how you repay me?”
Snorting, he ran his nail along Yuuji’s rough cuticles, unable to quell the affection in his gaze, “Oh, so you want me in your debt? Is that all it was?” He knew it was so far on the contrary it was laughable.
“No, I love you. I worship the ground you walk on, you know this.”
“I do.” He sighed, shifting his attention to scrape his nail against Yuuji’s palm, twitching in reaction to the sensation. If he didn’t love literally everything else about this man—from his voice, to his hair, to his penchant for acts of service—he would love his sensitivity, the way his body reacted to every poke and prod. He was a ball of instincts and energy, most of the time reacting without thought. Unless, of course, he was told to do otherwise. “You know, I have something for you.” Sipping from his wine, he shrugged when his partner paled.
“No, it’s your day, I don’t want anything—”
“You sure?” Megumi batted his lashes, knowing his weakness, “It’s more for me than it is for you.”
His hand tensed, their palms pressing together. “O-oh,” he pressed his free hand into his neck, looking away, “Are you sure you don’t just wanna’ wait ‘til we get home. To the car, even?”
A pout, “But, it’s my day, isn’t it?” He tilted his head, saw the way Yuuji hunched in on himself, slouched his neck, “Don’t you want to please me?” He held the little gift bag before him, swinging on his index finger, tempting him.
Reluctantly, he grabbed the bag, “I would do anything for you.” He snatched the gift, satisfaction settling over Megumi in a pleasant wave, “and I hate that you know it.” Their grasp slipped from one another, and he hated the cold that rushed over his fingers.
The noise of the restaurant was suddenly very present, dauntingly crowded on a Monday night. It wasn’t exactly a nice place—they both wore boots and jeans and casual button-ups—but definitely a common date night spot. An onslaught of straight couples and a large friendly gathering had settled in tables a little too close to them, all distracted in their own right, but capable of seeing them at any given moment. That surge of anxiety, adrenaline, was thrilling, and he felt a little bad that it hinged on humiliating his partner a bit. Not bad enough, though, because the light was low enough and the booth close enough to the back that he could justify his borderline voyeuristic urges.
Watching Yuuji slowly parse through tissue paper, he gauged his reaction the way he hated others doing. But wasn’t he justified? Couldn’t he enjoy watching the hitch of his breathing, the way his eyes popped and his pupils filled his burning eyes with a black sheen of desire? He could only see a sliver of the tag he’d given him, but he knew the visage of it back to front. Shamefully, he’d spent far too long watching it shift in the light, in awe of the design, the maroon leather, the texture.
It was a much nicer collar than the one he bought for himself; this one was lined with a plush fur that would press against his neck, had a snug, adjustable buckle so he could tug and choke and unlatch it quickly if necessary. But it matched his own, laid claim to him with the same engraved font reading Puppy across the heart shaped nameplate. The back, which he’d mulled over for a few days trying to find the perfect fit, made his heart flutter even now, just knowing it was there.
Property of Fushiguro Megumi ♡
He watched the ripple of his Adam’s apple when he swallowed, pulling in a ragged breath before letting it fall back into the bag with a small crinkle. Instead of some thoughtless response, he just held his head in his hands, pressing his palms to his eyelids as his legs began bouncing beneath the table again. All Megumi could do was grin, relishing in the smug, victorious feeling of his lover completely bound to him and all his whims.
Suddenly, in a whiz of movement, Yuuji was pulling out his wallet, tossing money for the wine, the food they never really intended to eat, and a tip onto the table and standing from the booth. “Get up, we’re leaving.”
He huffed, enthralled by his urgency, “Don’t tell me what to do, asshole.” He was already reaching for the bags, gathering the paper handles to grab them in one swoop.
“We’re leaving. Grab your shit, let’s go.” Towering over him in his seat, he felt a pang of excitement zip through him.
Any onlooker would see this interaction as an angry one—the commanding, muscular dominance of his partner, his own timid slouch that made him appear smaller than him despite their actual physical equality—rather than a storm of heat and want and sex that was more intoxicating than any expensive wine. “You could at least say please.”
“Please, grab your shit, and please let me leave this fucking restauraunt.” He gestured outward with his hands, annoyed, before Megumi stood, ridiculous haul of gifts in tow, a subdued smile on his face, snatching a half-lidded kiss before he was dragged off. “So much for an actual date night.”
Rushing out of the restaurant, Yuuji squeezing the back of his hip while guiding him out the doors, they were stumbling over each other, giddy while trying to make it to the car at the back of the lot. The parking lot was dark, a flickering streetlight shifting over them in their haste, the chatter of a family embarking on their gathering was the only noise aside from their hushed laughter and the crunch of their boots in two-day old snow.
In an act Megumi believed to be innocently chivalrous, he followed him to the passenger side and, instead of opening the door, whirled him around by the waist and caught him in a desperate, already impassioned kiss. He was always a little amazed at his boyfriend’s continued passion after all these years; most of his exes had lost interest in him (mostly his attitude, he’d admit,) after mere months, but Yuuji was always excited, doting, and touching him like a dying man resurrected by his kiss.
He accepted him immediately, his hands still full when they slung around his back, the weight of the bags pulling him closer, fully pressed against the window of Yuuji’s red sedan. Despite the temperature, the freezing wind and the threat of a storm above them, the warmth of the body pressing into him was enough to keep him cozy, even a little hot, with his roving hands and tongue forcing its way past his lips. That wandering grip slid down his waist to squeeze the fat of his ass, eliciting a small whine from Megumi as he pressed their hips close, unable to ignore the way his partner was starting to strain against his jeans. Right where I want him.
With a sharp inhale, Yuuji moved his lips down the side of his neck, dragging his tongue across the skin before sinking his teeth in, pain and a tickling pleasure coursing through him, repeating the action across the rest of his throat. Sensitive bruises bloomed all across the surface—his artery, just beneath his Adam’s apple, in the soft spot where the back of his jaw met his ear, any skin he could find. He felt himself lost in the moment, breathing heavily and feeling his composure slip, his headspace shift in the wrong direction.
Another bite to the tender muscles, and he winced, nudging the mess of peach hair with his chin, “Yuuji, that's enough, we actually have to get in the car if you wanna’ take me home.” His partner groaned, licking a mark he just made.
“We have a backseat—”
“Ha, you’re such a romantic,” he huffed, mocking him. While that was a fine suggestion, he had much more in store than sort-of-uncomfortable car sex. “No,” he urged him away to much resistance, “get in the car, stupid.”
Tracing his trail back up Megumi’s neck, he left him with a quick, deep kiss to his lips, opened the passenger door for him, and sulked to the driver’s side. His own head was spinning, and he took a few intentional breaths, messing with his bangs while Yuuji fell into his seat and sighed like a child being toted around.
“The longer you stare at me here, the longer it’ll take for you to get your hands on me again.” He fussed with his collar, the top button had somehow come undone during all of that, and adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves.
No further convincing needed, he jerked the car into reverse, speeding out of the parking lot in a blind fervor and off into the frosty streets. He pulled them onto the highway, the navigation silent while the radio hummed one of the rap artists Megumi had grown to enjoy. Yuuji was tapping on the steering wheel and refusing to look at him, anxious in the silence. It was clear he could feel eyes on him, his stare uncharacteristically still on the road before him, his posture a bit rigid with hands in the drivers-ed recommended placement. Megumi couldn’t resist a small laugh, shaking his head while slouched in the passenger seat.
Yuuji flinched, “What?”
His defensiveness, that laser focus on the road, the sensitivity to the sound of his voice. Adorable, he mused internally, echoing, “You’re cute,” before picking up his cell to check the swarm of text messages Nobara had sent while they were at dinner. She was incessantly requesting his whereabouts, trying her hand at guilt tripping him into showing up to the Christmas party she was hosting. At least it wasn’t Yuuji hosting this time. He intentionally left her on read, and as he shut off his phone, a bright red line on the navigation made him pause, letting out a noise of disgust, “That sucks.”
When his boyfriend looked confused, he gestured to the center display, where an extended traffic jam followed suit with the flood of red brakelights refracting in the windshield. The car slowed to a stop, and Yuuji slouched, hands flying into his hair, still refusing to look at the man beside him. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“I don’t control the traffic,” he tapped around on the slow interface, the white light illuminating their faces in the darkness of winter evening, “Looks like there was a wreck. It’s icy.”
A whimper from the driver’s side, digging his knuckles into his eyes, before pushing the gear shift into park. As soon as his foot left the pedal, his leg was restless, the movement intense enough to shake the entire car. His frustration was obvious, and a bit justified—he’d dragged them from the restaurant early, with only one goal in mind, and they got trapped in hour-long traffic—what luck! Easy as it was for him to laugh at Yuuji’s stress, he too was shifting in his seat, flushed and yearning for his touch just as badly, if not worse.
His phone was buzzing in his lap, definitely Nobara calling, but he didn’t pick up, silencing it and instead reaching for his boyfriend’s tense forearm, unbuckled his seatbelt. Scratching the soft fabric slightly, he felt how his muscles spasmed beneath his hands, saw how he fought the urge to look over to him, the way his eyelids twitched over closed eyes. I want to ruin this man’s night, he sighed, pulling Yuuji’s arm towards him with no difficulty, lips dragging across the rough skin over his knuckles. The woodsy scent of his cologne, the rosemary and bergamot made his head spin, his vision fuzzy as he surveyed the traffic around them. It wouldn’t be moving any time soon…
Placing a gentle kiss to his wrist bone, Megumi drew in a deep inhale, “Ugh, I’m hungry.”
Grimacing, his eyes shut, “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t h-” He must’ve, at once, noticed how a hand was sliding across his chest, trailing down past his stomach and catching on the front of his jeans, “O-oh.”
Fingers prodding over the bulge that swelled under his touch, he shifted the center console back with a heavy thunk, caught in a half-crawl as he encroached on his space. Eyes dark and feeling his own desire rush through him in sporadic twitches, he nipped at his partner’s bottom lip, kissing him quickly, “Now you’re getting it.” Unhooking the button, sliding down the zipper, he smiled when Yuuji threaded his hand through dark locks; a small huff when nails breached the elastic of his briefs, a shiver when he drifted past the coarse, dark hair above his groin, reacting to every last touch. “You’d better hold out.”
“What?” He breathed, hips bucking as his length was pulled into the open air, looking a little distraught. Already mostly hard, he averted his eyes out the window, where a light snowfall had begun twisting behind the glass, shame blatant on his face.
Pushing his fringe out of his eyes, he licked his lips quickly before clarifying, “Don’t cum, not ‘til I say.” Yuuji made a noise of complaint at the back of his mouth, “Okay?” He asked, and was met with an enthusiastic nod in response before he dipped down to swipe his tongue across the flushed tip.
Even though his own body was awkward and a little strained across the center of the car, he couldn’t bring himself to care after that first taste of salty precum; the feeling of his slick saliva wetting his skin and the veins running up the side making every other possible thought go blank. As the head of his cock spread his lips, he rolled his eyes back when his boyfriend let out an unrestrained moan that'd been building in his chest. Despite the hand pulling on his hair, the pain shooting blood straight to his groin, Yuuji was letting him control the pace, not forcing him any further than he wanted, even loving in his desperation.
Though he loved many, many things about Yuuji, his dick was one of his favorites. He was pretty, a slight upward curve, heavy, and big. Like, to the point Megumi was a bit scared at first, but realized halfway into their first time that it was better than anything he’d ever wanted, and even better because he knew how to use it. Usually, he didn’t like to give, but for Yuuji? He’d jump at the first opportunity to chase that feeling of his throat constricting, full and tight and terrifying. Even now, he chased the exhilaration as with every slow, precise movement he took him deeper and closer to the back of his mouth.
With the strange angle, he was making things pretty sloppy, sinking down a little further and scrunching his face at the uncomfortable, irresistible squeeze in his throat. But Yuuji clearly had no complaints, his breathing ragged and letting out huffs of moans he couldn't subdue. Instinctually, he raised his hips in time with his rhythm, which he normally wouldn’t appreciate or allow, but couldn’t quite resist with the whines it was provoking, how genuinely helpless he was when between his lips. He was getting rougher, pushing into his very well-trained gag reflex, when Megumi dug his nails into the denim over his thighs.
That was when the quiet music they had completely tuned out was interrupted, the chime of a phone call shocking them both. He pulled off, catching his breath while Yuuji readjusted to his surroundings, before dragging his tongue along the back vein, “Who’sit?” he mumbled, a little slurred with desire.
Shuddering with the continued attention, he stuttered, “Fuck, it’s Panda, Jesus Christ,” he huffed, letting it ring while they continued. “Why the hell is he calling?”
“Well, pick up.” He kissed the back of the head before pressing him shallowly into his cheek, “Can’t leave him hanging.”
He stared with horror, “Are you joking?”
“Nah,” his tongue swirled around the same spot, and his cock twitched as his stomach clenched.
Whimpering, he had his eyes trained on Megumi’s mouth as he teased, “Baby, we- we can’t, that’s—”
“You don’t have to, just control yourself and he won’t know,” he relaxed his head on Yuuji’s thighs, “Unless, of course, you don’t think you can keep quiet.” There was a challenge in his tone, and he sucked on the base of his shaft the same way he would his neck. Spit fell from the corner of his mouth, and he winked when a thumb stroked his cheekbone.
Fear present on his face, he accepted the call on his bluetooth with a sigh, and Megumi smirked. He knew if he didn’t find it all just as thrilling, he wouldn’t have accepted, and he loved knowing their voyeuristic tendencies aligned so perfectly. An outside voice entered the car, the deep, enthusiastic timbre of Panda’s voice filtering through.
“Yo, Yuuji!” he heard the low grumble of others in the room, and Megumi sank his lips down onto his length once more, quick, but careful not to make any noise. The man above him twitched with his entire body, biting the thick muscle beneath his thumb. To his credit, he didn’t make a sound, just scrunched his brows like he was in agony. “You’re on speaker.” Now, he felt a little bad.
“Hey, dude,” he gripped the pink strands of his hair with one hand, the other running nails down Megumi’s back, making him shiver. He pushed his cock deeper into his mouth in response to the stimulation unconsciously. “Uh, what’s up?”
“When are you pulling up tonight?” His throat tightened around him, and Yuuji squished the meat of his hip.
He was thrusting lightly into his mouth again, making him a little lightheaded every time he breached the back of his mouth, “I dunno, later,” he huffed, almost inaudibly.
Another voice chimed in, this one more familiar, “Oi, you with Megumi, Yuuji?” Nobara asked, and he widened his eyes, pulled himself off, Yuuji letting out a long, quiet breath.
“Oh, yeah.” He held his hand over his eyes, rubbing at his temple to ease some tension.
“Hello.” He tried to make his voice sound less raspy, less winded, but failed a little pathetically. “Sorry I missed your calls, we were at dinner.” Thinking it was over with, he latched himself back onto his boyfriend, who was clearly close to finishing, straining to keep his composure.
She had completely taken over the call, and he felt awful she’d been dragged into their kink, “What are you doin’ now? This shit is boring without you,” her words were slurred, obviously a few drinks in.
Edging my boyfriend ‘til he begs to cum—while it was true—was not the most acceptable response he could give, and he rolled his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for Yuuji to answer for him, even though he was now white-knuckling the steering wheel and Megumi’s hip for dear life. “We’re- uh, we’re stuck behind some kinda’ wreck. We’ll probably be a while, don’t wait up.”
“Boo, you suck.” The joke felt too easy for Megumi to even make in his head, as he chased the feeling of suffocating. Taking as much of his cock into his mouth as he could, nose just brushing the hair beneath his shaft, he scrunched his eyes closed. Squeezing his partner’s thigh, he dug his fingernails in to avoid making a horrible, very obvious gagging noise in the back of his throat. It was almost impossible for him to breathe, trying to keep the shallow breaths through his nose from being picked up by the microphone.
Yuuji’s grip on his side let up, and he sighed, “Whatever—we’ll see you soon, bye.” Quickly, he tapped the button to hang up, before abruptly wrenching Megumi off of him with a broken moan. He coughed, sucked in a deep, ragged breath, disappointed by the loss of sensation. “Fuck, babe, please, chill, I-”
Another cough, and he let his spit fall onto his cock, giving him a small, quick kiss to the tip, “Good boy,” he purred, sighing when there was a sharp pull to his hair, “You did so good.”
He whined, not letting Megumi close to him, “I’m- I’m gonna’ fucking- Jesus, I can’t-”
“Too bad,” he pried the grip from his hair, threading their fingers together, “Just wait, a little longer.” It wasn’t just that he wanted to keep going, ride that addictive feeling of breathlessness, it was that he wanted to keep him under that control; vulnerable, anguished, at his mercy—that was where he loved Yuuji the most.
Resuming, taking him back in and relaxing the muscles in his face, he was back where he belonged. Thoughtless, driven only by sensation, listening to the high pitched, breathy noises of the man beneath him. Tensity rippled through his abdomen, up his torso and into his throat from where his voice was beginning to fail him, in favor of open-mouthed whines and a hitch in his breath. His hand convulsed when he grabbed Megumi’s and it didn’t take long for words to start pouring from his lips without thinking.
“Please, please, baby,” his voice broke, “Let me- let me cum, please, plea- please, I’m-” a moan crackled through, giving Megumi a rush of satisfaction. He was shocked he’d lasted so long, and as much as he loved when he begged (the whispers of please, please, please, please, made his heart swell every time), he figured he’d earned it, with how well he’d done on the phone.
Pulling off with a pop, he started, “Go ahe-” and before he could finish his words, both of Yuuji’s hands were in his hair, holding him in place as he bucked his hips with little thought. A muffled noise of surprise, Megumi had to quickly adjust himself, relax his jaw and let himself be used. His throat spasmed, and his head felt fuzzy, that euphoric vertigo that he would crave until the end of the earth, while his boyfriend unraveled beneath him.
Yuuji gave one final thrust, pressing Megumi’s face as close to his groin as possible, and came with a chesty groan, clamping his teeth together. The hot liquid slipped down his throat, a bit overwhelmed by how much and how hot it was, some slipping into his mouth, adding to the rush of feeling suffocated. He wasn’t letting up, and the darkness of the car made it hard to tell if his vision was going black, but his body squirmed as his head was held in place. “Fuck, sorry—” he apologized, of all things, trying to push himself deeper into the tightness of Megumi's throat.
He’s perfect, was all he could think—perfectly obedient, perfectly forceful, perfectly built, perfectly careless, perfectly loving. And his mind stayed there, even until he was pulled off, swallowing what was left in his mouth, a few tears having fallen from his eyes after the rush through his sinuses. Yuuji was saying something, but he couldn’t process any of it, the soothing sound of his voice like a muffled symphony as he tried to coax him out of his daze. Then, he realized, yes, his vision had gone black, and yes he had been teary-eyed from being suffocated—and yes, this would probably have been the best birthday gift ever, if he didn’t have more in store for them later.
After a few more phrases, he was able to return meaning to his flowing words, “—oh, baby, I’m sorry, I-”
He coughed before his voice came out in a quiet rasp, “Don’t apologize,” he hacked again, mostly to clear his throat, and he tasted the bittersweet tang of cum on his tongue, “I love you,” he sighed, still leaning close, and pressed their lips together softly.
That raspberry-syrup flavored infatuation seeped from his lover's kiss, the way it always did, and mixed with the taste of semen like some obscure cocktail. “I- I’m sorry, though, I totally didn't listen and I pushed your head, and…” He trailed off, and Megumi blinked at him, “You- you didn’t tell me I could-”
Now he was sorely slack-jawed, staring with a little dumbfounded wonder at his implication. Was he apologizing for finishing without permission? Megumi had given him the literal ‘go ahead,’ but he’d cut him off so abruptly—did he not hear that? A whine crawled from his throat when he was met with no response. Shaking his black hair out and adjusting back into his seat, Megumi reassured him, “Baby, I did say you could, I thought you heard me. And even if you didn’t—just don’t apologize, that was hot.” He smiled, still a little hazy, “I love how you listened, puppy, I’m sure you’ll be even better for me later.”
He whimpered, still in that post-orgasmic daze of insecurity and affection. There was still a certain shudder to his breathing, even as he situated himself back into his jeans, and when he reached out to hold Megumi’s hand, pressed his lips into the back of it. “I fucking love you,” he repeated the affirmation over and over, a clockwork music box scraping over the same few pins, barely even a song anymore, “I love you.”
Megumi laughed, staring into the traffic jam, wondering how long it’d be until they could be home, “It was that good?” He teased, fingers grazing Yuuji’s cheek as he kissed his palm.
“Don't make fun of me,” he mumbled into his pulse-point, pressing his teeth to the skin and leaving a small bruise in his wake, “you know what you’re doing.” He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeve.
“Only a little,” he sighed, knowing that there would be a series of dark bruises running up his forearms. Ones that would stay for days, taunting him whenever he wore a t-shirt and got awkward looks from pet parents when the sleeves beneath his scrubs rolled up during an exam. Even though he knew that, he couldn’t stop him, adoring the way he looked while praising him, caught in a moment between lust and the overwhelm of real love. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay perpetually in his grasp, where no doubt or fear laid. Just pure affection, obsession, worship.
Mumbling into his skin, pushing his sleeve into the bend of his elbow, “Let me touch you, please,” his breath was heavy, and he bit another hickey onto the muscle of his forearm, “Lemme-” another vocal breath, struggling for words, “Please, baby.”
He huffed, a small laugh, laden with sap, “Not yet, you can be patient.”
“But please, baby, I- you let me get off, let me—”
“No, honey,” he met eyes with his boyfriend, foggy and inattentive, “save the begging for when we’re home.” The only response was a sad whimper, his teeth dragging across his skin gently.
Everything about the way Yuuji fucked was intoxicating, surpassing every expectation or desire he had. He was so eager to please, so easily lost in the depths of his own pleasure; at times dominant, but not controlling, and at others completely submissive, so willing to be used. Megumi knew he had a thing for being ordered around, preferred it that way, and he was a control freak by nature, with a need to get what he wanted from him however he could. It worked out perfectly.
His arm was tingling, and he was starting to mark over existing bruises, sensitive and making him twitch with the drag of his tongue. A moan threatened his throat, and he gasped to suppress it, before trying to pull his arm back and being met with a tug, Yuuji gently tracing his work with a slough of kisses.
The attention tickled, and he smiled before caressing his face, much to his partner’s dismay as he was forced to detach. “You’ll survive.” He scratched at the freshly buzzed hair beside his ear, watching him shiver.
“But you’ve looked so beautiful today,” he sighed, leaning into his touch, “I just- ugh, I-” Megumi had moved his hand further to the side of his scalp, still focused on the sensitive skin there, “F-fuck, I- ha, can’t- can’t think of anything else.” He looked completely out of it, caving to the feeling of nails in his hair, his body jolting at the chilling sensations rippling down his spine.
“Good,” Megumi cooed. “Just where you should be.” The relieving of brake lights a few cars ahead made him perk up. Quickly, he pulled him into a kiss, just long enough to frustrate his lover, before he pulled his hand back, “Oh, they must’ve cleared everything.”
“Fuck—”
“Not much longer before we’re home.” He reattached his seatbelt as Yuuji followed suit, “Don’t kill us, okay?”
“I can drive, babe, I’m- ugh, of course. You chose the far restaurant.” The car before them moved, and he was out of park, wheels crackling the salted lane beneath them.
Megumi shrugged, knowingly, “It’s more fun when you're desperate.”
Now his boyfriend laughed, running a stabilizing hand through his hair, “Oh, I bet.” He adjusted his eyes to the darkness. “You’re the worst tease on this goddamn planet.”
“Tease!? I blew you and I let you finish, I could’ve made you wait ‘til we were home.” Yuuji grimaced at the thought, “Mhm, be grateful, I could’ve made everything so much worse.”
“Ha,” they were actually moving now, and road signs flashed at them, warning of the slick, icy conditions. A small noise crept from his throat, and he stopped himself for a second before resolving on what to say, “Uh- ha… You should do your worst tonight, don’t you think?” Megumi’s heart skipped, he froze, before slowly turning to face him. “I mean, it is your day, isn’t it?”
Swallowing, mouth still vaguely salty, “You want that?”
“Just a suggestion.” His voice was weak, “Y- Y’know, if you want.”
His head spun, the images of all his depraved fantasies flashing before his eyes. Yuuji’s watery eyes beneath him, begging for mercy and braving it anyway; his chin wet with drool as his tongue slack against his lips; the jingle of his collar as they rutted together. Calm down, calm down, holy shit, he strained his fists in his lap.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
When did the power shift? When did he compose himself and when had Megumi fallen apart? He cleared his throat, “Anything?”
“Well, anything we’ve talked about.” Megumi rolled his eyes, throwing up a hand as if to say duh, “But you- uh, yes. Please.”
Please, please, baby, please, was all he was hearing tonight, and it made his abdomen ache. He laughed it off, trying to downplay the way his jeans felt too tight, “You’re crazy.”
“Don’t make me say it—” Megumi wasn’t following, and looked at him quizzically. His partner sighed, reaching over to palm his thigh, “Crazy for you.”
“Ugh, gross,” he stuck his tongue out. As much as he hated when Yuuji drove with one hand, he faltered at the pressure when his grip tightened.
The remainder of the car ride was tedious, the pace of the traffic too slow, the slippery roads keeping people on edge. He was cautious, but confident while he made their way back, one-handed, the other perpetually flexing on the soft inner muscle of his thigh. It was almost enviable how he was able to divert to other, less sensitive topics. For him to complain about why their friends called when they knew they were (well, should’ve been) at a dinner for his birthday. To how he’d found that wolf plushie in a window from across the mall and derailed his entire schedule to buy it for him. Though, he had a feeling it was a distraction primarily for himself, because the closer they got to the apartment, his hand was inching further up his leg, lacking any subtlety.
Megumi had, in fact, chosen the far restaurant, with only a little intention. He definitely wanted the car ride to feel too long, make Yuuji wait to have him, but he certainly hadn’t expected to be stuck in there for upwards of an hour before the drive really began. Now, he was sorely regretting the choice, focusing on his breathing rather than the inflections of his boyfriend’s voice, how he dropped from excitable to smooth to flirty effortlessly.
At last, they pulled into the parking garage at Yuuji’s apartment complex, who hurriedly shut off the car and strode over to open the passenger side door. Megumi stood into the snapping cold, leaning in to offer a quick kiss, but beaten to the gesture when he was pulled in abruptly, passion running through everywhere their skin met. He let himself be held so tight he almost couldn’t breathe, let their tongues collide at a languid and easy rhythm.
But he only let that last a few moments, pulling off and giving his first real command of the night, “Grab my bags.” He obliged, swishing around to grab hold of all the gifts, threading his hands through the hooks. After shutting the door with his foot, he looked eager, as if waiting for his next demand. Megumi just brushed his fingertips along the side of his face, turning and walking towards his apartment as he followed behind after a moment.
The elevator descended slowly towards them, the numbers ticking down to zero just drawing out the frustration from the drive home. He idled there like it didn’t bother him, while Yuuji was visibly distressed, shoulders rising and falling dramatically. A little guilty, Megumi slid beside him, pressing his lips softly against the lobe of his ear, whispering, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
The doors opened for them, the lift clunking into place, and he pressed the button for floor eight. It physically pained him to ignore when Yuuji pressed his forehead to his shoulder, messy hair tickling the side of his neck, or when he made a little grumbling noise at the back of his throat. He couldn’t resist him, letting his nails scratch against his lover’s scalp while he sucked on pale skin to leave a bruise, and pressed their bodies close enough where he could feel Yuuji’s hardon pressed against him.
Jesus Christ, he has no off switch, he thought, and was immediately bewitched by his unyielding desire. He wondered if it was worth it to temper his own wants for the sake of the scene; truthfully, he would have been fine relinquishing the power he’d been slowly accumulating all night, let himself be tossed around and dominated—but that would only be half as fun. Keeping himself under control was just as important as it was to keep Yuuji there, and if he caved now it’d just feel like a waste of time. And worse, it'd feel like a waste of that pretty, red leather collar he’d spent all that money on.
Yuuji trailed him like—he grinned at the thought—a faithful dog while they walked through the hallway, irritated when he took his time unlocking the door. He might as well have shoved Megumi inside, stumbling a few steps as he dropped the bags, shut the door, and jostled him back by the waist. Stomach pressed against his back, the red sleeves wrapped around his waist, there were no moves southward—just an urgency for closeness, a magnetism that surpassed sexuality. More than sex, he just wanted to be touching, to have his hands all over him, to show his praise.
Almost instantly he licked a stripe up the center of Megumi’s nape, sighed into his ear, “Please, ruin me,” he kissed his earlobe, hands slipping beneath his shirt, “I’ll do anything you want me to, anything.”
“You know you’ll regret that.”
“I do, and I want to.” He hummed as Megumi turned around in his arms, and proceeded to focus his mouth on his pale, already bruised neck. “I’m yours.”
Suddenly, he snapped into himself, tapped into the part of him he’d suppressed for years, that he reserved for Yuuji alone. “Alright,” he wrenched him off by the hair, dipping down to find the bag with his collar, “Go get ready.”
Without another question, he hurried away into the bedroom where they kept all their gear, knowing exactly what to do, while he rifled through the bags to find Yuuji’s gift to him. It clinked in his hands, like stars or the bubble of a champagne flute, and he investigated it for a moment. Rose gold clasp and chain, black leather handle with high quality stitching. This was an investment, for sure, and he would certainly make a good first use out of it.
After the small delay, he strode into the bedroom with an almost foreign confidence, to find his partner struggling with his clip on ears in the mirror. Beautiful, custom made pieces of art he ordered, gifted, and let Yuuji fuck him for hours in. They were a pink that matched his hair, the taller wolf-like style that he found cutest, made from an almost snow soft faux fur he couldn’t resist. Perfect, aside from how his shaky hands struggled to keep the clasps open.
A scoff, “Can you do nothing for yourself?” To which Yuuji whimpered, giving up and holding the remaining ear out for him. He turned, sulking, “Useless puppy, aren’t you?”
He sighed, uneven, “I- my hands are shaking. I gotta’ touch you,” he almost moaned when he was able to squeeze Megumi’s waist, still trembling as he pulled their hips together.
That movement made his breathing shudder, and he finished clipping it on, scratching along his hairline, “There we go, puppy, you look so handsome.” Yuuji flushed, looking away. How could he be so embarrassed by that when he’d been begging all night? He couldn’t question the logic, but let the collar swing off his index finger, the little bell jingling, “This, I’ll happily put on for you.”
Upon seeing the object, he nodded fervently, face still packed with shame. “Yes, please, plea—”
“Save your begging,” he swiped at his nose, giving him a soft poke, pressing his shoulder gently, “On your knees, boy.”
He fell with no needed encouragement, big, brown eyes staring at him intently, expectantly, unguarded. Palms roving across Megumi's thighs, he felt completely taken, euphoric just looking at his sweet faced, adorable furry boyfriend from this angle. This was it for him, and he wanted this forever: Yuuji, his infatuation, his trust, and ownership of his entire being. Somehow, this stupid collar felt more important than any kind of ring he could be given. A traditional wedding or marriage couldn’t compare, couldn’t show this kind of trust and devotion even if they tried.
Unhooking the buckle, he felt a bit heavy with affection, and hesitated for a moment, ran a hand through Yuuji’s hair. His lips were parted, eyes half lidded as he kneeled before him. “You’ll love me forever, right?”
A little taken aback, Yuuji’s gaze was sharper than it’d been all night, and he chuckled. “Yes, of course I will. Longer than I’m alive.”
Still solemn, he started scratching the tender spot where his undercut met his hair, “You won’t leave me?”
Now he seemed concerned, “No, never, I’d- I’d never even think about it,” his palms were now on the bump of his hip bones, nails slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. “I want you forever.”
A shoot of sweet venom punctured his chest, poison, and he let it spread through his entire body without fear. “Say it- say it all again.” He wasn’t harsh; he sent the command off with no coercion, content with the knowledge that he’d obey.
“I’ll love you forever. I’ll never leave you. I’ll be yours forever. For as long as you'll have me.” His voice dripped, raspberry honey slipping out of his mouth and coating the air around them. Megumi held his head in one hand, the collar in the other, breathed in the thick atmosphere while his heart beat louder than a bass drum.
A hum, “You mean it?”
Yuuji huffed, absurd, “How could I not? They’re gonna’ have to pry me off your dead body, baby.”
“What makes you think I’m dying first?” He squeezed the cartilage of his ear, just beneath a golden hoop long healed.
He scrunched his nose, mockingly curious, “Hmm, I dunno’, the box of cigarettes on your coffee table, your god awful diet, your tendency for suicidal behaviour?”
“Okay, fine. I get it.” The concept of them dying seemed so far off, and it was, but the thought of him being there until the end made him sick with affection, “I love you. I really do.”
“I love you, too.”
A rush of warmth made him sweaty, and he took hold of that inertia by pressing the front of the collar to his throat, securing the clasp behind his head as he slouched, pressing his head against Megumi’s thigh. As soon as it was on him, snug yet not constricting, he felt all the heaviness and overwhelming affection slip away, stored and secure and untouchable. This would be forever, until they couldn’t physically reach for each other—even then, when people did whatever people do when they die, they'd be there, bound together and insatiable.
Yuuji must have felt it too, that profound moment that wound their futures together. “Did we just get married?”
Chuckling, Megumi held his face in both hands, “Might as well have,” before snatching the leash off the bed, savoring the click of the hook as it fell into place. “You’re all mine.”
A stupid smile crossed Yuuji’s face, happiness that couldn’t be found anywhere outside the bedroom, and with a harsh tug he jolted him upright, sending him stumbling into a sudden kiss. The cold chain wrapped around his hand, pulled taut against the neck of his lover as he moaned into his lips, was everything he’d fantasized about, made him wild with power. He fell onto the bed, forcing Yuuji above him as they made out, hot yet not half of what they were craving.
His hand squirmed as he held Megumi by the waist, the other bracing against the sheets, wanting to do so much more but unable to without express permission. Even as his pretty red button up was undone, he didn’t push his luck much, just lightly resisting the leash to try and regain some control, his efforts completely in vain. With his shirt now fully unbuttoned, Megumi tugged him down toward the dip of his collarbone, where he was bitten across the bone and left with a dark bruise. His back careened, and the pain made his thoughts fizzle out, as Yuuji continued to leave a field of blooming blush and violet in his path.
The chain clinked as it unraveled from his hand, giving his partner some slack to rise and take him in. He stared for a moment, dumb and melting, before he tugged at the lower hem of his shirt. Megumi clicked his tongue, offering a gentle tug which just wobbled him, “Use your words, puppy.”
Flushed, he stammered, “I- please. Please. Let me.” Megumi wasn’t accepting that, and shook his head. “Please, I want to see you. C- can I see you, please, I want to mark you.”
So eager, Megumi mused. “Go ahead.” Yuuji licked his lips and he saw the flash of disorder in his eyes, and he caught his hand before it could tear his shirt from the buttons, “Don’t rush. If you ruin this shirt, I’m not letting you finish.”
A huff cut off with a whine, and his hands slowed. While trembling, he unbuttoned his shirt, grumbling when he could see the clean patch of his sternum but struggled with the lower button. Megumi could see the frustration in his eyes, the intense focus, as he resisted that animal instinct to get him bare as quickly as possible. It took him longer than he wanted, but eventually he’d completed his task and took a few seconds to admire the smooth, white canvas beneath him.
They spent a while in a tangle of sensation, time twisting around itself while Yuuji pressed his lips and teeth and tongue into his skin. The ears tickled everything in his wake; bruises yellow and purple with red teeth marks trailed down his sternum, across his entire chest, his ribs, his stomach, the patch of skin above his waistband. It was an exchange of ownership, in some weird way. Yuuji wore a collar, a leash; his “wounds” would show anyone they saw that Megumi belonged to him and him alone.
Skin stinging, keening into his lover's touch, he laughed when Yuuji tugged on the latch of his jeans with his teeth, and he put out an arm to block the movement. All he did in response was bite the skin of his forearm, attacking him with more bruises, even as he was tugged by the leash. He left a few more marks before Megumi fully pushed him off, yanking on his hair.
“Grab the lube,” he instructed, twirling the leash softly, and Yuuji did as he was told. He laid back, breathless, before hands began to run across the tender, sensitive skin of his ribs and chest, the bottle dropped beside them. He sighed when his lover’s thumb crossed his nipple, bitten raw and he grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“Megumi,” he spoke, softly, in that sappy voice that precedes a request.
“Yuuji,” he said in an equally gentle voice, “Puppy.”
An irresistible, satisfied smile crossed his face and he held Megumi’s palm to his cheek, “Can I…” He trailed off, stopped short.
Tilting his head and gesturing in the air, “Use your words, puppy.” An oxymoron, he realized when he repeated the command. He scratched at the rough, acne-scarred skin of his cheek, grinning at the texture only he knew.
There was a dark flush across Yuuji’s face, clearly embarrassed, as he lifted one of his lover’s legs and kissed his calf, irritated at the denim separating them. Even without trying, he had begging, puppy-dog eyes that made Megumi weak. “Can I, uh, ha-” he scratched the back of his neck, and his simpering was starting to grow bothersome, eliciting a hard glare. He just sighed, hid his face behind a quick brush of his hand through his hair, “Please,” he mumbled, “can I eat your ass—”
“Oh—”
“You can say no!” His head fell onto Megumi’s chest, hair and ears tickling the darkening bruises. “Y’know, it is your day, and I—uh—you know I’m always happy to-”
Heart racing, he tried to wipe the vulgarity of it from his mind, the way his words shot straight to his groin and made him weaker than ever. Afterall, he hadn’t eaten, and it usually just happened between them without much ado, but the formal request was stimulating enough to make his answer instant.
“Ha—totally ignore me, babe,” he laughed, sitting up and refusing to look his way, “Just- uh, forget I asked—”
Without thinking, he laughed, pulling him in by the leash for a kiss, their teeth knocking carelessly. “You’re hilarious,” he dragged his lips down his neck, leaving a hickey conspicuously high, “Yeah, since you asked so nicely. Plus, you've been so good tonight, consider it a treat.”
Looking as enthusiastic as any man’s best (boy)friend could be, he unbuttoned Megumi’s jeans and tore them off with his briefs in one quick motion. He yelped, shocked by the sudden chill, and how his hips were wrenched in the air, chest pressed into the sheets. Sometimes, when he thought about it, Yuuji’s uncanny strength was one of the sexiest things about him—when he didn’t want to order him around, it was nice to be thrown around a bit.
Biting into the pale flesh of his ass, leaving Megumi whining with the sting of teeth burying into him, he worshiped him by claiming every inch of his skin, before spreading him with a tight, almost painful grasp. Feeling exposed, the way he always did when Yuuji offered to service him, he tensed when his tongue swiped the ring of muscle.
When Yuuji moaned, muttered, “Fuck, oh my God,” all of his anxieties were cleansed. “I’d do anything for you, christ,” and after a sharp slap stung over the bite marks and hickies across his ass, his tongue pressed back into the sensitive nerves.
It didn’t take long for the rush of pleasure to collide with that intense lust he’d been feeling all night, his vision blurring and his dick twitching. As Yuuji’s spit and attention swirled his rim, he white knuckled the sheets and the leash handle, breath ragged. His legs twitched and his stomach clenched, allowing himself to succumb to the vulnerable position as his voice cracked in high-pitched keens.
Yuuji was startlingly good at this, flattening his tongue at every right moment, and he was enjoying it; small grunts and vibrations from his throat made the heat in his abdomen surge quicker than he’d expected. Unexpectedly, his tongue breached his entrance, and he felt himself falter, weight dropping into Yuuji’s hands where they’d settled at the bend of his hips, locking him in place.
At that moment where his legs failed him, he felt a familiar, although uniquely intense, drop of his stomach. In an effort to stop it, prolong this round at least a little longer, he tugged at the leash with all the strength he had left, “Yuuji, Yuuji, fuck- wait.” Even through the tugging and the hand that moved to grip pink hair, his persistence didn’t waver, his mouth incessant across his sensitive muscles. He was now completely pressed against the mattress, cheek squished into satin as he wailed and gasped, “F-fuck, puppy, down, I can’t—” and Yuuji just groaned again, the deep rumble echoing through his body.
Megumi’s body tensed up, chills wracking him as he cried out his lover's name one last time when he came. That warm, white relief wracked his vision, spilled onto the bed while Yuuji continued in abject bliss, even as he tightened around his tongue. Spit had pooled onto the sheets, and the new sensitivity was a little too mind numbing for how much he wanted to drag this out.
“Fuck, Yuuji! Release,” he commanded, huffing, and he did so with one last swipe of his tongue. “Damn dog…” he muttered, catching his breath before he could properly speak again. At least he’s well trained, he thought as he reoriented himself. A rapid twist at his waist, a tug at the leash, and he offered the most gentle backhand to the side of Yuuji’s face, mostly just a brush against his skin, and squished his cheeks with one hand. “Bad boy.”
“What!? I just made you cum!” He looked impossibly cute, and Megumi had to temper all the affection that rushed through him.
“I was pulling you off.” He grimaced, though it was weak through his hazy eyes and post orgasmic high. “And now our sheets are nasty.” Barring the knowledge that this was Yuuji’s bed in Yuuji’s apartment, he knew he’d be tasked with changing the sheets at the end of the day.
“Oh,” his eyes flickered to the stains on his nice satin, before they rolled back, “Meh,” he licked his lips, “What a treat, you’re tasty.”
Ignoring the lewd compliment, he gave Yuuji’s head a light rustle, “You’re…” he pulled him in, kissed his cheek, stopping while they were close, “gonna’ pay for that.”
“Yeah, yeah-”
“I’m not gonna’ make it easy.” Megumi whispered, and his partner swallowed audibly, any remaining pride from getting him off so easily wiped from his energy. He nodded rapidly, his ears tickling Megumi’s face. “Now, prep me.”
“Won’t that hur—”
“Do as I say, puppy, and maybe I’ll take pity on you.” Yuuji peeled away from him, grabbing the lube they’d forgotten about and poured it over his fingers dutifully. Even though his hips were sore, he kept himself in that obscene, almost degrading position that he knew erupted many conflicting feelings in his partner. It was Yuuji’s favorite position visually (a huge fan of his ass, seeing his expressions pressed against the sheets) while his least favorite physically (wanted to touch Megumi everywhere, feel their faces close and their breath intermingling—but way too much of a core workout).
That frigid, strange sensation pushed through his hole, already sensitive when two fingers slid inside. Sex with Yuuji always left him mildly overstimulated, his ridiculous stamina and admirable technique was, in a word, otherworldly. And sometimes, all too much. But the feeling of his thick fingers working him open sent a shiver through him, so strong it made him let out a breath of a moan.
“Baby, you okay?” Yuuji asked, thumb stroking the teeth marks in his flesh. His voice was quiet and all too loving.
Following a breath that came out more as a rasp, he gulped, “Fine, great, just—” the pace sped slightly after the affirmation, “Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. A full body chill of an unfamiliar pain overwhelmed him; a pain he had no idea he was longing for, that made him twitch and whimper like he’d never heard himself. This was something they’d discussed a mutual interest in, but nothing he’d ever thought would bring him so high, his vision spotty and his skin against the sheets impossibly hot.
Another finger slipped into him, curling in that impossible way that always made him weak, and one of his legs gave out, slipped from beneath him, leaving him in an awkward, half bend. Yuuji adapted quickly, supporting his remaining hip and keeping up his pace. His eyes met Megumi’s with a silent worry, an eager interest betraying the knowledge that he loved seeing him so helpless to pleasure.
“I’m fine, puppy, I’m almost ready.” His voice was weak, shaky as his limbs after the incessant overstimulation, “You’ll get your turn.”
A half-scoff, and his speed became a little relentless, quick enough that if he wasn’t in the middle of refracting he’d have cum again, purely from the way his body spasmed and his arms locked up. Later, he’d realize how ridiculous he sounded, wailing like a bad pornstar, without knowing how turned on Yuuji was with the whole thing.
He heaved in another breath once the thrusting slowed to a gentler rhythm, reaching back to search for the wrist that worked him open. Another swallow into a chopped breath, “Okay, okay, ready.”
“Honey, are you sure you can take me?” Despite his tone carrying no arrogance, Megumi took slight offense to the comment.
“You underestimate me.” He stretched his arms overhead, shoulders cracking, before sitting up on his knees, stretching some more. “Don’t you know better by now?”
Yuuji coughed, “Uh, yeah, but you looked fucking wrecked—sexy as all hell—but totally wrecked.” Despite his worry, he tugged his jeans off, the garments falling to the floor beside them.
Turning his head slightly, he glared daggers for a moment, “Last I remember, dogs don’t talk.”
With a click of his tongue, he opened the bottle of lube once more, “Woof,” he grumbled, dryly.
Megumi chuckled, flopping back onto his stomach with his hips raised, finding the leash and tugging him closer. “Do what you do best, puppy.”
Without any warning or further provocation, Yuuji got his consent and ran with it. The pleasure-pain he was so entranced by had faded slightly, but the shock and stretch of his cock was jarring enough to elicit a loud, piercing moan. His neighbors must hate us. Or me. Hardly giving him a moment to adjust to his size, he pushed deeper, a less-comfortable, more-familiar pain making him gasp.
Soon enough, that passed, and he bottomed out, holding Megumi’s hips impossibly tight as he shook from finally getting some attention. His cock twitched within him, clearly starved and desperate for more, but his patience, at last, won out over his instincts. After a few moments, he started to thrust into him, the bell on his collar chiming in rhythm. That same roll of overstimulation rushed beneath his skin, and smiled, a little unruly and crazed.
This was unreasonably good, so laughably good that he regretted waiting so long to try it. Because even if he was half-hard waiting for his body to let him cum again, he was feeling something arguably more intense than an orgasm, something he’d been missing out on for far too long.
Instead of speaking like he normally would, a string of whimpers left Yuuji’s lips, hips moving quicker and pressing into him harder. He could only half see him, but his towering, toned physique was still glorious as he fucked him until his legs were weak again.
As if this were a coy glance from across the room, Yuuji cast a bright, albeit breathless smile as his ears rocked to the rhythm of his hips, the collar on his bell jingling hypnotically in time. So cute. Such a whore. He just rolled his eyes, unable to keep from smiling back, and groaned when he relaxed his pace, eased out, and thrust back into him, torturously slow. It made a soft spot in his heart open up, that passion he always felt bleeding through every action, every careful movement.
Somehow, he’d gone this long without speaking, just leaving him with whimpers and heavy breaths. There was a long pause, long enough that it made Megumi groan in frustration while his lover was deep inside him. “Puppy?”
“Sorry, I-” he huffed, “Lemme’ breathe.”
Megumi furrowed his brows, “No,” he tugged him by the leash, forcing him over his back and bracing his hand against the satin sheets. “I didn’t tell you to stop, puppy, keep going.”
He whined, “I’m close, baby, I don’t-”
“Just control yourself.”
“Megumi—”
“Don't care,” he cooed, grinning when Yuuji’s hand traced the curve of his spine, “be good, baby.” Easing back into his rhythm with a sigh, the grip on his hips tightened, and he squeezed the sensitive muscles above his thighs. Digging his nails into his skin, he tried to resist the leash’s restriction, but Megumi just tightened his pull, “Good boy.”
Another cry trailed into his words, “Fuck, y-you’re so…” Abruptly, Yuuji pulled his ass back, shifting to angle himself even deeper, making Megumi’s legs useless, knees slipping from beneath him, vulnerable to his pup’s will. “Shit,” he grumbled, holding Megumi's weight as he gave up gaining any more traction, head spinning with the mindless pleasure he was receiving at his partner’s expense.
Lowering Megumi’s waist against the bed, his erection now sensitive where it pressed against the sheets, he strained his core to stay inside him. He locked one of Megumi’s thighs between his, not pausing for a second while he was unexpectedly pushed prone, heaving and smiling madly. Pulling him by the leash, he laughed mindlessly when his weight was fully pressed into him, “Okay,” he panted, “give me a-”
Before he could finish his sentence, Yuuji pulled out slowly, a broken moan close to his ear. His cock slipped between them, wet against his lower back and eliciting a few quiet giggles as they pressed against each other. Digging his teeth into the side of his neck, he continued his mission of marking every last part of him, trailing more bruises down his spine, across his shoulder blades, along the back of his arms. He bit the soft skin of his love handles, scratching the ticklish spots on his side.
Megumi squealed a bit unintentionally, jolting away from the touch, which his lover just continued to follow, until he had fully flipped onto his back, foot pressed into his chest. He hated (absolutely adored) this, how Yuuji knew his most sensitive spots, using it until he was open and bare beneath him. “Yuuji,” he complained, catching his breath, chest sore with laughter, “No more.”
“Sorry,” he pinched his waist, “You’re cute when you laugh.” His smile was drenched in an infatuated stupor that drove Megumi a little more than crazy.
He looked away, “Whatever you say, puppy.” A sigh, poking the side of his head with his toe, ankle relaxed on his shoulder. Yuuji began biting his calf, reaching to massage the arch of his foot. “You’ll be put down at this rate. You ready?” He tugged him off to the side with the chain, the metal clashing against itself.
Suddenly enthused, he uncapped the lube, quickly prepping before positioning himself again, “You ready?”
“Fuck you—” he trailed off when he felt the fullness return, blissed out when he saw the relief on his lover’s face. Another priceless smile, he swirled his tongue around his ankle while Megumi was helpless beneath him.
Yuuji’s hand roved the length of his partner’s leg, biting him again to suppress his voice. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Even after all this time, he flushed whenever he complimented him, and he tugged the leash closer. The back of his thigh stretched as he bent closer to his chest, and the new angle reached that spot that made his vision blur.
Wracked with an uncontrollable voice, blind to anything but pleasure, he made an unintentional noise of surprise when his other leg was hoisted up. The sudden tightness, the ragged and careless pace of Yuuji’s thrust was mind-numbing, feeling stupid and forgetting himself completely. Hands wandering over every part of his body, he felt himself nearing another orgasm, and he considered letting it happen before realizing he’d be knocked out by the time Yuuji finished.
“Puppy- puppy—” he sighed, “Off, release, on your back.” Yuuji whined, obeying without question, biting down the span his leg before falling on his back. His chest rose sporadically, staring at the ceiling. Megumi smiled, “You alright, pup?”
Another throaty breath, “I’m holding on for dear life,” he swallowed, “I fucking love you, and you’re gonna’ kill me.”
Chuckling, he grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, “Still good for everything we talked about?” He asked while positioning above him, thighs shaking but his entire body longing to push through.
“Yes. Yes,” he sighed, pulling one of Megumi’s hands this time, biting his ring finger, “please, don’t- don’t hold back.”
Holding himself above his cock, he took a deep breath to prepare himself, slipping down easily, moaning while Yuuji choked out a sigh. “Wasn’t planning to,” he raised his hips just slightly, easing back down. Perhaps without thought, his hips were being held down, his boyfriend keeping him still. “Paws off.”
Groaning, he obeyed, holding the headboard and letting Megumi have his way. Everything fell back into place, his control over his boyfriend falling back into his hands, watching him crumble beneath him. His eyes stayed latched onto him, his face, watching where their bodies intertwined, how fluidly he took every last inch of him. If Yuuji's helpless, slack-jawed expression wasn’t so lewd, he would be precious: his soft, pink ears and the pretty, crimson collar, jingling with a heart shaped pendant. In Megumi’s mind, he was more precious here than anywhere else. His possession.
Alas, he was beyond sexy when at his mercy, and as he sped the bounce of his hips, he watched his frail composure slip further into desperation. Megumi reached and grabbed his arm, breaking his own rule to dig his incisors into his wrist, deep enough until he tasted the tang of metal.
“Me- Megumi, I’m-” His words stopped short as lips left bite after bite into his arm, as his pace never faltered. “Please…”
Into the next bite down his arm, he grumbled, “Not yet, puppy, a little longer.” He pulled the leash, making his head lull back where his neck was raised, keening into the motion.
Yuuji was disheveled beneath him, drooling with breathy moans, stomach clenched, eyes watery, flexing where he gripped the bedframe. That visual, paired with the way his cock felt with each movement sliding within him, he felt his own climax approaching. Aren’t I lucky?
He grinned while biting once more, reaching to tap on his tense stomach. “Cum for me, puppy,” he licked a drop of blood as it trickled down his arm, and it took a second for his words to register. Yuuji’s free hand slapped against his thigh, nails digging in and dragging sharp lines down his legs as he rutted into him. He pushed deeper, harder, as heat spilled into him, squelched obscenely with lube and sweat.
Megumi was close, and as his partner’s orgasm fell off, he kept riding, biting, stealing his life force with every movement, watching as he was drained. Tears streamed down his face, spit wetting the pillows as his head jerked back and forth and he spasmed uncontrollably, a wreck; all his, and a total fucking wreck under his command.
“F-fuck, baby,” he croaked, and Megumi wouldn’t let up, chasing his own high. Thighs aching, growing unbearably sore, he reveled in how heavenly this all felt. Yuuji started to thrash beneath him, twitching and gasping. Words completely escaped him, yet he knew he was fine, feeling him soften within him, overstimulated and cracking. A twitch of his thigh pushed him just that much further, and he pulled on the leash, jerking suddenly while he climaxed, chasing that slight overwhelm that pricked his skin. “Megumi,” he whined, provoking him to still and drop the leash, not moving from where he sat.
In the wake of their orgasms, their asynchronous breathing filled the heavy air. Megumi could smell the sweat, the pheromones, the sex that surrounded them, intoxicating. He groaned when he pulled off, falling beside him. For once, Yuuji didn’t move to hold him, still focused on breathing.
“Yuuji, honey, are you alright?” He kissed his shoulder, knowing the answer, but figuring he would ask anyway. “Too much?”
A laugh, his teary eyes were wired open, “No,” he responded automatically, “I- I mean, yes? Like, you- you, ha, c- can’t think.” He gave him a few seconds to breathe, a bit worried, before he gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Not too much—great, perfect, mind blowing.”
Megumi smiled, taking a second to unclip his leash, his collar, his ears, and toss them aside. He was shocked he was still conscious, and he curled into Yuuji’s side, listening to his breathing as it slowed, his heartbeat evening out before he turned to wrap him in his arms.
“Goddamnit, I love you,” his embrace was a bit too tight, too sweaty, but it was more than okay, because it was him. “You’re fucking nuts, but I love you.”
“Ha,” he bit his pec, leaving a light bruise across tan skin, “Love you, too.” Even though they’d just finished, presumably an end to their session, Megumi still longed for him, his touch and to feel him closer than physically possible.
Attempting to merge with him, he pressed their bodies close, licking his collar bone and sucking bruises all around it. He understood the urge Yuuji felt to mark him up, and he followed it until he was biting behind his ears, pulling the lobe between his lips. Yuuji hummed beside him, hand sliding down his waist to grip his ass, sending chills through his stomach and straight to his groin.
They must’ve been laying there a while, Yuuji having raised his chin, giving him more real estate to claim. “Megumi,” he pulled their hips closer, and they both gasped when his cock was firm between their stomachs.
“You’re hard again—”
“I’m hard again.”
Megumi sighed, feigning innocence, like he wasn’t hoping this would happen, “How do you do this?”
“You. It's you. You fuckin- ugh,” he sighed when his bedmate shifted against him, “I’m like that fuckin’ greek dude with the boner, or something.”
“Priapus?”
“That fucker,” he chuckled, the sound warm against his forehead, “I’m just fucking obsessed with you, and you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He snorted, slapping his palm over the blankets for the lube that'd gotten lost in their motion, praying it hadn’t spilled when he found the bottle. “Well, at least I've got that goin’ for me.”
“Oh, come on,” he groaned, pulling Megumi onto his chest with a laugh, speaking into his shoulder. “You’re sexy, sure, but you’re smart, and you’re serious, and you’re witty, and you’re kinda’ mean, and you’re mine—which is the best part.”
Pouring lube over Yuuji’s length and carelessly swiping it over himself, he considered their position, avoiding the praise, “My legs are tired, I dunno' if I can-”
“Nah, this is all me, baby,” he shivered into his shoulder as a hand stroked him lazily, “I’m the problem, here.”
They reconnected like it was second nature, which was mostly true, “I was instigating,” he admitted, helping Yuuji by lifting his hips as they adjusted, feeling that drunken happiness when he pressed inside him again. “But I appreciate you doing all the work, now.”
Breaths short, clipped as they found an easy, tired rhythm. Regardless of how sore he was by now, Megumi’s mind skittered every time he thrusted, bliss mingling with exhaustion. Calloused palms gently traced every inch of his chest, and he twitched at the raw skin meeting the rough texture of his hands. He couldn’t count how many times they'd done just this, found each other while barely conscious, devolving into quiet, soft caresses.
At some point, Yuuji flipped them so they were on their sides, his sweaty chest against his back. His lover found his shoulder and bit his earlobe, making him tremble. Megumi bent his leg to give him more access, and they both winced with sharp breaths when he pressed deeper, bodies flush against one another.
That slow, heartfelt pace, teeth digging into his neck, Megumi tightened, gasped, and his partner took the signal by instinct. Warmth wrapped around his cock, thumb swiping at precum and swirling the head before a few slow strokes sent him over the edge, messy between them. His hand found Yuuji’s hair, trying to pull him closer as he spilled another string of white onto their nice sheets. He didn’t quite moan, just hitched his breath and let it roll through him again and again as the pace rushed and stuttered.
Sweat pricked every inch of his skin, each thrust left him a little more tender, growing too exhausted to enjoy the overstimulation. “Yuuji, I-” he sighed, pulling his hair as lips dipped to his shoulder, gnawed at his muscles, “I’m yours, I love you,” he whispered, squirming under his teeth.
“Fuck,” he grumbled from the back of his throat, ushering Megumi’s ass closer as he finished inside him. The heat of his orgasm made him twitch as it filled him, Yuuji sighing close to his ear as he spasmed, breath hot against his skin. “Fuck,” he repeated, so intelligently, biting into his pulse point where his heart raced. He kept them locked together, arms wrapped around him with an iron grasp, resting while he softened, and Megumi purred with the sensation.
This must be what ecstasy feels like, he smiled, his lover’s face in his hair with their bodies impossibly close. Atoms separated them and even that was too far. It didn’t matter where they ended up or who they became, he yearned for this love to carry through his entire existence, even until he was just dust sinking into dirt. But sadly for him, they couldn’t dissolve into each other just yet, not for a long time, and the urgency of today broke the liminal haze.
“Yuuji,” he hummed, reaching back to scratch his head, dragging his nails against the grain of his undercut, “We have places to be.”
“So, like,” he muttered, voice hoarse, “what if we stayed in.”
His chuckle shook both of them, “No, stupid, they have a surprise for me planned. And we said we’d be there.” A kiss planted to the back of his head, a grumble.
“Eh, I guess you're right.” He made no effort to move, until he pulled back an inch, “Wait, I mean- uh, no surprise,” backtracking, his tired drawl was completely unconvincing, “totally no surprise.”
“I hope you didn’t condone this,” he tried to pull off, and Yuuji didn’t allow any gap between them, squeezing him close, “I’d never forgive you if you did.”
His voice croaked in his throat, “I told them you’d hate it, I swear. I got outvoted in a groupchat.”
Still, he was a bit unconvinced, “I’m gonna’ pretend like I believe that.”
“C’mon—”
“I’m kidding, I know you wouldn’t do that to me. We gotta get up.” He tried to pull away, still met with unwavering resistance. Giving up for a moment, he sighed, “Free me, you were gross and rolling around in semen.”
“Sexy.”
“Ew.” He grimaced, and Yuuji grabbed his cheek, pulling his face up to kiss him. Shriveling back, reminded of the night’s vulgarity, he dodged into his cheek. “You gotta’ brush your teeth.”
“Blah, blah, I always kiss you after you suck me off,” he frowned.
“Very different,” he argued, trying to shove him away, minding that they were still connected at the hips. “Yuuji, my love, let me go.”
He whimpered, “But you’re so warm, and I can’t possibly let you leave my arms,” before swarming him with bites and kisses that made Megumi sore. As much as he wanted to clean up, he couldn’t bring himself to lose this moment, let it slip into the realm of memory, when it would be so easy to stay. “Let’s stay home.”
“We made a commitment, they’ll never let us live it down if we flake.” He thought of Nobara’s physical aggression on top of his tender, already bruised skin. “I’m not going far, we can shower and I’ll even wash your hair.”
Grumbling, he just kept making a red-violet masterpiece of his shoulder, making him groan and stutter in his protests. “You drive a hard bargain,” he mumbled, not letting up. In an act of desperation, Megumi lifted his arm, forcing him into shoving his face into his armpit, where a fine stubble had grown since this morning when he readied himself for the night ahead.
Instead of recoiling, Yuuji simply kissed the sweaty skin, sinking his canines into the soft, sore muscle where his arm met his chest. With a gasp that petered off into a noise of disgust, scolding him, “You’re gross, I cannot believe you!”
“I’m not gross, I just love every nasty part of you,” he bit down again, finally giving up his fight, allowing Megumi to roll away from him, hissing as their bodies detached. The sensation was odd, if nothing else, and he hated the space between them, it made him miserable until Yuuji held his hip when he sat up. “I’m fucking beat.”
“I know, baby,” he stood and wrapped the bed, hovering over Yuuji while his eyes fluttered. Leaning down, he planted a kiss on his hairline, his forehead, his nose, and grabbed his hand, “It’s cold, let’s get in the shower.”
The process of getting this heavy, brawny man out of bed continued for longer than necessary. It ended with them both standing on quivering legs, Yuuji clinging to him as they padded to the en-suite. He started the shower, let it heat up, and forced his bleary-eyed partner to brush his teeth alongside him, feeling weirdly giddy as they leaned on one another. Despite this being a regular routine, his stomach clenched when he thought about doing this every morning, yearning for it.
After they finished, Yuuji turned to him and bared his teeth, showing off the slightly crowded bottom row that he was so insecure about, “Good boy,” he cooed, pulling him close and finally pressing their lips together. Their tongues moved languidly, the spearmint and mouthwash covering his usual taste of sour cranberry chapstick and sweet raspberry spit. Yuuji leaned on him a bit heavily, pressing close and forcing him into an odd bend, breathless and off balance.
Leading his silent lover into the shower, he let their heads be doused in water before rubbing shampoo into Yuuji’s hair, that subtle, bitter pomegranate scent that he knew Megumi loved on him. His eyes struggled to stay open, and he rued the rush of affection that weighed on him when he pressed his head to his shoulder. Still, hands found his hips, squeezed and twitched with the nails on his scalp.
They stayed quiet, all the remaining energy sapped from them, as Megumi scrubbed suds all across his chest, washing his face while he scrunched his nose. Soon after, Yuuji took over, lathering bubbles across the meadow of bruises decorating his skin, dropping to his knees to clean his legs, his feet as they twitched under the attention. The exhausted haze was shaken from his eyes, and instead focused on something far off, thinking intensely. He didn’t ask; didn’t want to push him into sharing. Yuuji had learned not to snap him from his tired daydreams, so he might as well return the favor.
After a while, the water felt too hot against his skin, and he rinsed the conditioner from both of their heads, shutting off the stream to his boyfriend’s dismay. They alternated between making out and drying off, eventually parting to get themselves ready again. When Yuuji walked off, Megumi picked at his skin, leaning on the counter while taking in the pain across his lower body. He looked like a drenched cat, hair sad, lacking any volume, and he froze when he caught a glimpse of his neck, his chest. Well, pretty much every part of his torso.
Fucking hell, what kind of demon is he? He squinted in the mirror, craning his neck to see the skin of his neck, mostly bruises and teeth marks now. All the way down his shoulders and stomach he was bitten completely raw; incisor indents on his ribs and hips, along his spine and the back of his arms when he twisted. He let his towel drop, the marks continuing down his ass, the explicit gore of it making him shudder. Even his calves, his thighs, his forearms, nearly every part of him was relentlessly marked, covered and claimed and Jesus Christ, he was going to be embarrassed for days.
Part of him expected Yuuji to make some flirty, unfiltered comment about his work life, but he was quiet as he pulled on his briefs. His eyes were still far off, pretty in the warm lamplight. He’s probably just exhausted. Maybe we shouldn't go tonight…
While Megumi dried his hair with a towel, Yuuji shook his own out in a quick motion (always, always like a dog in his habits), towel discarded on the carpet. Feeling blessed, he watched while he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles of his back defined in the light. He sighed, running his hand down the bare plane as he passed, a shiver passing through him.
They dressed quietly, Megumi pulling the dark button up back over his shoulders, praying nothing had gotten on it in their rush of limbs and fluids. The fabric chafed against the wounds on his skin, mildly uncomfortable but somehow a pleasant reminder of Yuuji’s undying affection. Moments later, he felt the weight of his lover’s chin on his shoulder, wrapping around him.
A glint in the light, something he wouldn’t have noticed if it weren't for that small, sharp zap at the corner of his vision. All the air drifted out of his lungs, and he couldn’t suck any back in if he tried.
A ring.
The silver band shifted beneath Yuuji’s fingertips, “What?” He was completely frozen in place.
“I’ve- uh, I’ve been trying to find the right time to ask you,” he seemed equally as breathless, “but I knew if I did anything in public you'd straight up say no—” fair, true, “—because I know you hate that flashy stuff. And… I dunno’, after all that kinky shit we did earlier, it felt kind of fitting.” Megumi chuckled, pulling in a ragged breath, throat stinging. “I don’t need this to know that you’re it for me, that you’re the only person I want for the rest of time. I’m just…” he trailed off, trying to find the words.
“Romantic.” He finished for him, holding onto the forearm that wrapped around his shoulder, as if to brace himself.
“Romantic.” Yuuji agreed, “I guess I just want to…” a sigh, his forehead pressed to his sore shoulder, “I want to get legally married, even though it feels like we already are. I want to be by your side until I’m old and wrinkled and still somehow sexy—”
“Ha.” He interrupted, sarcastic.
“You know it's true.” Yuuji laughed, soft and low, taking a deep breath from the length of his neck, “But seriously. I wanna’ be with you through everything. I want dogs and I want to argue and I want to reach out to hold you every damn night.”
“Yuuji…” he fidgeted with the crimson satin of his sleeve. His chest hurt, only able to follow the images laid out before him in whispers near his throat. It looked beautiful, happy… worth living for.
“Marry me?” He asked, at last, so sure of his desires. A rush of fear made him waver: Megumi was, afterall, himself. He was difficult, picky, insufferable at times; emotional, dramatic, controlling, depressive. Did he really want that? A kiss to his ear, reading his mind, “I’ve seen all the worst parts of you, and I would die for each one of them. Let me love you until I can't anymore. Marry me.”
Somehow his conviction settled his mind, that last request less of a question and more of a softhearted demand. He drank in the air of the moment, the balmy musk of sex and sweat and his sour, rosemary bergamot cologne, swearing to ingrain it into his memory.
Forgetting how to speak entirely, he was already reaching for the shiny, silver band offered to him, “Y- yeah,” he sighed, bewildered, “Yes.”
Yuuji turned him around gently, staring with that sweet, boyish smile on his face, surprised even though they both knew the answer before he’d even spoken. Holding his cheek, his other hand dragged over his stomach, hand slipping beneath the fabric when he realized it wasn’t buttoned, and kissed him. With that same tooth achy passion that seeped into every kiss, every touch, every passing glance. That spark that drove him crazy, electrifying every part of his being; even his flaws, his insecurities, the parts of himself he hated, were buzzing with it.
Throat aching, choking with a burn for him to weep, he gasped close to his mouth, feeling his chest tighten. Swept up in the romance, he pulled him closer, pressing into his mouth and melting into him. This kind of love was sickening, totally maddening; the thing that caused tragedy and armageddon but was careless and easy as a passing breeze.
Kissing the corner of his lips, Yuuji began peppering his face with facetious pecks, childish and far too precious to deny. He beamed without even thinking, shrinking in his arms as the incessant touches made his face hot. “Agh,” he grumbled into his cheek, pulling away to hold his face, smiling with his crowded, crooked smile, “Now you gotta’ put up with me forever.”
Megumi rolled his eyes, unable to temper his glee, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I’m gonna buy a fuckin’ lottery ticket tonight,” he pulled their bodies close, bit his neck, and slapped his ass over the denim pocket. “I’m the luckiest man alive. I just bagged you for life.” He celebrated, jostling Megumi playfully, shaking out some of his energy and dipping him low to trap him in another deep, starved kiss.
A snort, “You’re stupid,” he sighed through a small disconnect of their lips. They continued in this rhythm until Megumi was pressed against his dresser, his head spinning wildly. Even after however many rounds tonight, all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with him and touch him until his hands were numb. “I love you,” he pulled away, “and I know you’re stalling.”
“Whoa,” he gripped his heart like it was ripped from him. “Me? I did not propose just to stall from this stupid fucking party…” he trailed off, looking away with guilt heavy on his face.
Megumi sized him up, “That’s not a good sign for our future.” His partner was now working the buttons on his shirt, letting him lean back against the dresser. Quite intentionally, he left it unbuttoned just one too low, showing off his work with unwavering pride. It felt slutty, a little dirty, but it excited him regardless. He peeked at the watch that left funny tan lines on Yuuji’s wrist in the summer, “It’s only ten, maybe we can wait a while…”
Squeezing him with victory, he pumped his fist, “Hell yeah.”
Still fidgeting with the ring, cold beneath his fingertips, it easily slipped out of his grasp when Yuuji grabbed it. His breath hitched, the heat of his lover’s hand stinging his palm, while he slipped the ring over his fourth finger, securing his answer and the years that awaited them. Ugh, this is so sappy. I can’t believe I'm enjoying it. I never thought I’d want to get married for real.
“Perfect fit.” Yuuji kissed his hand, and he felt strangely dainty.
A red string linked an event from months ago, and he pinned it into place. “This is why I woke up to Nobara measuring my finger. I was so hungover I couldn’t even fight her…” he paused, squinting, “did you send me out drinking with her just so you could be sneaky about your plans?”
Yuuji raised his shoulders, looking away vaguely, “Cannot confirm nor deny,” before relaxing and shaking his head an honest no. “Nah, she has her own means, I just told her to get it however she could. And her plans usually involve drinking anyway.”
“Fair enough,” he gave him a quick peck to the side of his mouth, slipping from his grasp.
Whining, Yuuji’s hand trailed down his arm and grabbed his hand, stomping behind him reluctantly. “Where’re you going?”
“We,” he corrected, “are going to pregame that hellfest and show up drunk enough that I can pretend to be surprised when people pop out from behind a couch.” Yuuji caught up, arm slinging around him as they stumbled towards the counter where he kept his liquor.
He groaned, dramatic as ever, “My God, you’re so my type.” Trapping him against the wall while he slouched against it, Yuuji kissed his cheek, grumbled into his skin, “No promises I won’t be insanely horny by the time we have to leave.”
“You’re always horny, you whore.” He swiped at his nose with his finger.
“Oof,” he faltered, gripping his chest, “Now you’re trying to turn me on.”
Megumi scoffed while scratching his lover’s soft hair, “I wouldn’t say it's a particularly difficult task.”
“Fair enough.”
They grabbed the bottle of cheap tequila from his stash, foregoing the nearly empty bottle of fireball and the more expensive drinks he kept for special occasions. Sitting cross legged on the couch while periodically taking shot after shot, drifting between elated conversation and heated, mindless groping, stopping before any clothes could come off. Yuuji started fantasizing about a wedding on some tropical island, where they could spend all day at the beach or in bed, with no one else they knew to stop them. Except, of course, Nobara to as a witness to escape her wrath of not being invited or asked to help plan. Megumi entertained it, adding that if there was Nobara, there had to be Maki, and then Toge, and it would just spiral off from there.
Eventually they were able to pull themselves out of the perfect, liminal space of Yuuji’s apartment, and make the two minute walk to the neighboring complex. They meandered and leaned against each other the entire way over, poking fun about their night, and stared at the band on Megumi’s finger, the small indents where Yuuji’s collar had been. The city at night always felt surreal, but with the way his head spun from the booze and love in the air, the lights were more beautiful than ever. Yuuji’s face was gorgeous in the bright, polluted night, and he wanted to stay on this gentle, dark path together for as long as time would allow.
The elevator made his stomach turn, but he didn’t care with Yuuji’s lips against his neck, having jumped on him the moment they were alone again. When it clacked into place, they stumbled from it, laughing, making fun of each other with lighthearted smiles and cloudy eyes. Autopilot took them to Nobara’s door, and she shouted ‘Come in!’ from behind it.
Megumi opened the door to the dark room with his partner’s arm around his waist, and jolted back when their friends sprung from behind furniture, screaming at him. His heart struck against his chest, and he scrambled into Yuuji’s embrace, who was laughing at his surprise, chest moving against his back. As he caught his breath, people collapsed in on them, and he scolded himself for actually getting too drunk to forget the surprise.
“Happy birthday, Megumi!” Nobara leapt towards him, causing both of the men to stumble backwards in the doorway, squishing him between the two people who meant the most to him. “You’re so old!” His expression scrunched, hiding his genuine happiness at her presence, and complained under his breath. She pulled back, holding his shoulders, “You’re so fucking late! To your own birthday party!”
“My party? This is just your Christmas party.” He gestured outward with his hand, “You didn’t even check if we had plans.” And he watched her eyes flicker to his forearm, to his neck, down the collar where he’d left it unbuttoned one too far.
“God, ew, you two are so gross. I can’t believe I let you two date.” She recoiled, slapping his already bruised arm down, and Megumi was about to reply when she continued, “I checked with Yuuji, he said you two were just going to dinner. It’s almost midnight, you freaks.”
She doesn't know the half of it, he rolled his eyes, and Yuuji cut in, his head resting on Megumi’s shoulder, “You know dinner is never just dinner with us, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately, I do, but I expected more consideration when we all showed up for you,” she gestured to Megumi, who was totally unimpressed, “and planned some dumbass games for you.”
“Nobody showed up just for me, they showed up for the expensive vodka.” She shrugged, agreeing, “Also, you know I’d never play those games, Nobara.”
“It was worth a shot.”
The rest of their friends greeted them while they were attached at the hip, unlike most parties, and gawked less obviously at their disheveled, bruised appearances. Megumi couldn’t bring himself to care, drunk and euphoric—the reality of tonight had finally settled on him. Yuuji was his fiancé. And that meant marriage, moving all of Megumi’s stuff in, pets, vacations, shared income, and a three-way with the state.
Engaged in some petty argument with Nobara, he gestured with his left hand, scoffing when she made some point that only made sense to her. He missed the way her eyes bulged when he rolled his eyes, and was shocked when she lunged at him, grabbing his hand.
Slurring her words, she shouted at him, “Megumi, what th’ hell is this!?” She analyzed the way the silver band wrapped around his lithe finger, how it complimented his skin tone perfectly. “He asked you!” Suddenly her arms were around him, forgetting the argument entirely and tackling him into the cushions.
“Jesus—” he reacted to her sudden impact, a little embarrassed by how everyone’s eyes moved to them. He couldn’t get another word in before she was yelling again.
“Yuuji!” She shouted across the room, messily leaning over the couch cushion. “You finally did it!?” Nobara was always a strong presence, but a force to be reckoned with whenever a drop of alcohol entered her system. Any resistance to her will was a grave mistake. His fiancé immediately turned his head, eyes bleary with a beer in his hand.
When he came over, he threaded his fingers through Megumi’s hair. “Wha?” he asked, a little out of it—tired, and a little too drunk.
“You’re so stupid,” she sighed, “you got engaged and didn’t tell me!”
Furrowing his brow, Yuuji gestured with the beer, the liquid sloshing around inside. Only Megumi noticed the flush across his cheeks as he looked up at him. “Uh, it happened tonight, I guess I didn't think to mention it.” He was definitely too drunk to have thought of it, and if they were both honest, it didn’t feel like it’d change much of their current lives or social lives. It was just a symbol, a sign for Megumi to pass on renewing his lease.
“Maki!” She beckoned, and her girlfriend was right there at her side in seconds. Megumi recognized the look in her eyes, reserved but ardent with affection. “Look, hon.” She held his hand out for Maki to see.
Surprised, her eyebrows raised, and her cold hand took hold of Megumi’s. He felt kind of like a show pony. “Oh, wow,” she noticed his embarrassment, and turned her attention away. “This ring is nice, Yuuji. Good choice.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled, stealing Megumi’s right hand and holding it by his shoulder. “It’s got an engraving he didn’t notice earlier.”
That caught him off guard, and he looked up at him again, his face upside down from the angle. “What?”
“You can look at it when we’re home, baby,” he dipped down to kiss him quickly, tasting like tequila and starch. “Definitely not here.” He muttered into his lips, leaving him totally in the dark, but enthralled nonetheless.
Nobara had turned to her partner, who was holding her hip to keep her near. “Maki, when’s it my turn?”
The other woman laughed, a half scoff, “You never mentioned anything.”
“It's supposed to be a surprise!” She complained.
Maki looked confused again, “It’s a huge life decision, babe, but since you’re interested I’ll think on it.” She winked, smiling as her girlfriend started speculating if she wanted to marry her or not.
While that interaction unfolded, Yuuji was still close to his ear when he whispered, “We should go.” He kissed his jaw, making him sigh a laugh.
The connection made him feel on top of the world, “Mhm, maybe. Not having fun?”
“Eh, it’s fine.” He grabbed his jaw and angled his head for a deeper kiss. “I’m just exhausted. And fucked up. I wanna’ go home.”
Megumi snorted, the stupid laugh that came so naturally to him. “We’re not fucking again, my body hurts.” He said, their lips still brushing past one another.
“Nah,” he pressed their faces together again, filled with so much love it hurt to receive, “I’m too tired. I just wanna be near you. I just wanna’ sleep. You know I almost didn't make it through tonight, right?”
Smiling close to him, he initiated the last kiss before standing up, “But you lived, didn’t you.” He latched onto his arm after he joined him behind the couch, leaning his head on his shoulder. “And you were so good, puppy,” he whispered, feeling how Yuuji shivered.
“Ugh,” he pulled him in, their stomachs pressed together, too drunk to care about gross PDA. “Stop trying to turn me on. I know what you are.”
“It's working.” He ruffled his hair, missing his wolf ears, and felt his heart pang while he leaned into it. “But, nah, let’s get outta’ here. We had a long night.”
“Yeah,” he huffed, “I’ll say.”
They started moving towards the door, hand in hand, until Nobara’s voice interrupted, a click of her tongue, “Leaving without saying goodbye!” She just smiled, walking over and punching Yuuji’s arm, doing the same to Megumi before pulling them into a group hug. “I’m so disgusted by you two, but congrats, boys. Love you.”
“Thanks, Nobara..” Megumi said, as honestly as he could through his drunken stupor. She really was special, and made their lives so much brighter despite the physical agony she put them through.
“We love you, too.” Yuuji slurred.
“I’m either the officiant or a bridesmaid! Choose soon.” She patted them as she pulled away, letting them leave the party in peace.
When Megumi was laying in bed that night, cozy in his new shirt, sleepily waiting for Yuuji to strip and fall beside him, he kept staring at the ring on his finger. It was surreal, but it felt so natural. He wasn’t even thinking, just admiring the way it fit him. Yuuji pinched his foot through the covers before clumsily tugging on some sweats.
That gesture made him remember the engraving that he’d apparently missed earlier. His curiosity peaked, and he slipped it off his finger, watching it glint in the light as he shifted it around. His tired eyes caught the lettering, made him smile, made his stomach ache with untouchable desire. And he sighed, eyes flitting to his fiancé, the bite marks on his arms, then back to the ring again:
Property of Itadori Yuuji ♡