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Yuuji is a lot of things, but, contrary to common belief, oblivious is not one of them.
For starters, he is completely aware of the feelings he has for his best friend; his days of trying to gaslight himself into thinking that they were platonic are long over. Now, it’s a palpable feeling that he expresses with enough obviousness for a total stranger to figure out with ease, much less the person that his attention is being paid to. Really, if the amount of times they've been asked if they were dating while hanging out together in public was enough to go by, he'd say that he's made his affection pretty clear.
Yuuji makes it a point to be at Megumi’s side whenever he can, whether that means asking to be sent on missions together– even though he knows that him and Megumi are both more than capable of managing whatever's thrown at them on their own; him walking Megumi to all of his classes (ignore the fact that those are all Yuuji’s classes too); or even just keeping each other company after they're done with their courses for the day, watching in horror as the mere week they have left together as classmates slowly passes by, every box they watch get marked off of the calendar a painful reminder of how finite their time left together is before they're forced to grow up.
He also tries his best to get away with any physical contact that’s just shy of being too touchy. One of his arms is always either draped across Megumi’s shoulders or resting on the small of his back. Occasionally, if Megumi's hands are cold– which they always were– Yuuji will let his fingers loop around the soft skin there and lightly brush his thumb over his knuckles. Random little touches like that make Yuuji feel like a girl in middle school with the way they make his stomach flutter like butterflies have settled there. It gives Yuuji a mini ego boost every time he remembers that Megumi very rarely lets anybody touch him; he’s one of the select few who are a part of that exception. Megumi doesn’t even pretend to not like it when Yuuji’s up in his space like he does when Gojo tries to make a show his endearment.
In other words, he definitely is completely head over heels for Megumi. This leads him to his two following theories.
First of all, Yuuji has a hunch that Megumi is in love with him too. Well, he’s at least 96% sure. Maybe 83%… whatever, he still likes those odds.
He notices the way Megumi’s face lights up momentarily before returning painfully neutral when he walks into a room. He notices that every time he’s with Megumi, his eyes never leave Yuuji’s face, observing him with detail most wouldn’t even appraise the Mona Lisa with. He especially notices how every time Megumi sees him leave their bathroom after showering, his gaze hungrily absorbs every bare inch of skin presented down to where his towel hangs low on his waist.
That last bit seems extra incriminating if you ask him.
His second speculation is that if he wants anything more than shared looks and side hugs to come from his (probably) reciprocated feelings, he’ll have to be the one to make the first move.
Now here they are, exhausted after their third mission in as many days. After a long morning and most of an afternoon of seeking the giant spider curse, they finally stumbled across its path outside of an elementary school. The arachnid looking creature was lounging at the park, somewhere in the space between the merry-go-round and the sandbox. It was probably manifested by the kids who played there if Yuuji had to guess, but there are also tons of people who aren’t eight years old and are still plenty scared of spiders, so he can’t be totally sure.
Fortunately, he doesn’t need to worry about it right now. What he does need to focus on is exorcising this curse. The two boys work well together, which should be expected after having four years of experience working side by side, and are able to make quick work of the curse, knocking it out in a little more than half an hour.
They’re lucky that it’s a Saturday and nobody was at the school today. It’s so much easier to take care of all of their sorcerer stuff when they don’t have to worry about an unsuspecting kindergartner sprinting into the splash zone (true story).
Yuuji sighs, stretching his arms behind his back. “Aaand we’re done. Not a single fatality, as promised.” He shoots a wink at Megumi, twitching his lips up into a tired smile.
“Bullshit. You didn’t make any promises,” Megumi retorts and nudges Yuuji's shoulder with his own, causing him to stumble a few steps. “But yeah, no casualties is always a good thing.” he finishes.
“Uuh,” Yuuji huffs, dramatically clutching his shoulder. “No casualties? You almost jinxed yourself.”
Megumi rolls his eyes. “Aww. Does Yuuji’s arm hurt? Does he need me to kiss it better?” he deadpans.
“Well, since you’re offering…” Megumi hits him in the shoulder again. “Hey!”
Megumi ignores his protest, walking past him and taking a seat on the curb, abandoned playground to his back. He turns to look at Yuuji and gestures for him to sit too; he happily obliges. They’re sitting a little bit closer than friends probably would be, but they're still lacking the proximity a couple would have. They're in this weird in between, a place neither of them had the confidence to pull the other out of, but neither one was willing to back down from either.
“Did you call Ijichi yet?” Megumi asks, knocking his knee lightly against Yuuji’s and breaking the not so awkward silence that always surrounds them when the more talkative of the two is really worn out. Yuuji hums, waving his phone a little in his hand for Megumi to see before he slips it back into his pocket. “Yep, just texted him. He said he should be here in about ten minutes.”
The silence continues for a few moments after that. Yuuji listens to the steady rhythm of Megumi’s breathing, leaning back on his hands and subconsciously closer to the boy next to him.
It’s around 6:00, so they’ve been here for around nine hours at this point. The sun is sinking in the horizon, turning the sky all different shades of pink and orange, making it look similar to the way it did when they drove up here this morning.
Yuuji turns to face Megumi and sees him cast in gold light, glowing like a god. The outline of the spikes in his hair and the curve of his jaw are distinct with the aureate glow that's projected onto him by the fading light. He scoots a little bit closer to Megumi and now their thighs are fully pressed together, warmth seeping through their clothes and gathering where their skin touches. Megumi cocks an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t pull away, so Yuuji just smiles. “It’s chilly,” he offers simply, which isn’t necessarily a lie, the temperature is dropping a little bit with the sun.
Wordlessly, Megumi winds his arm around Yuuji and pulls him further into his body heat. Yuuji leans into the touch, accepting it with enthusiasm. “Better?” he questions softly, breath lightly caressing Yuuji’s ear. The shiver that it sends down his spine he mentally blames on the cold. Yuuji nods, trying to fight down the blush he feels racing up his neck in warm splotches.
He attempts to change the topic. “Isn’t the sunset so pretty? You can really see the Tokyo skyline out here, I guess I didn’t realize how far out we were.” Megumi hums in agreement.
Yuuji turns to look at him only to realize that Megumi hadn’t so much as taken a peek at the rose colored sky. He turned away for a half second when he saw Yuuji’s eyes, reminding him of a kid who got caught sneaking a cookie before dinner, but then he faces Yuuji to meet his eyes again. With the little distance between their bodies, their noses almost touch when they're face to face like this. Yuuji can feel Megumi’s breath fanning his face, and not for the first time he wonders what it would feel like on other parts of his body.
“You know… you’re pretty too,” Yuuji mutters, only a little bit dazed by the way Megumi’s eyelashes frame his eyes and how the still golden lighting makes Megumi look ethereal. The word pretty really didn’t do him justice. He doesn’t know if there’s a single word in his vocabulary that can articulate how beautiful Megumi looks, now that he’s thinking about it.
“Yeah, right,” Megumi awkwardly chuckles, ducking his head to hide the crimson blooming on his cheeks. “Wait,” Yuuji pleads, hand shooting up to gently grab Megumi’s chin, surprising both of them. “I just–” he starts, “I just want to look at you.”
His fingers guide Megumi’s now wide eyed face close to his again. He can see every detail of Megumi's eyes when he's close like this: the dark shade of green they are, the way light is reflecting off of them, how they seem to be asking for more. His thumb stretches out, caressing the soft skin on the curve of Megumi’s jaw. The dark haired boy’s breath hitches at the contact, which in turn makes Yuuji’s heart beat speed up.
His eyes drift to Megumi’s lips. They look soft, full, pink, and closer. Oh my god he’s leaning closer. He’s actually leaning in. Oh my god he's actually going to kiss me. Yuuji tilts his head slightly and lets his lips just barely fall open. Megumi’s so close Yuuji can practically taste him. Yuuji’s tongue jets out and wets his bottom lip then–
His phone rings.
They snap apart in an instant, reclaiming the few inches of distance that divided them before Yuuji complained about the weather. Yuuji looks down at his screen and sees that Ijichi is calling him. That guy has impeccable timing, really. He groans, turning back to a now completely red faced Megumi. “Ijichi,” he says, and it serves as a half apology, half explanation. “Go figure,” he huffs, sliding a hand down the side of his face.
Yuuji grimaces before accepting the call and bringing the phone to his ear. “Yuuji,” he hears through the other end, “I’m pulling up right now.” As if on queue, a pair of headlights pop up at the other end of the street. “Okay, thanks. We see you,” Yuuji confirms before hanging up.
He nods his head in the direction the car is pulling up in and pushes himself to his feet. “He’s right there,” the boy says to Megumi, offering a hand to help pull him up too. “Thanks,” Megumi replies, firmly grasping the hand in front of him and heaving himself into a standing position. His fingers linger on Yuuji’s for a few seconds longer than necessary, but neither boy moves away from the point of contact until the sleek black automobile rolls to a stop before them.
Immediately, Yuuji approaches the car door and opens it, gesturing for Megumi to slide in first. “My lady?” Yuuji teases with a mock bow. “Oh, suck a cock,” Megumi scoffs, but he slides into the car anyway. If you insist, he thinks, but doesn’t dare speaking those words out loud in front of Ijichi. The first and last time he’d been in the car after a multiple person mission with the division screen down, Ijichi had almost passed with the vile subject of their conversation, which objectively wasn’t that bad considering what jujutsu sorcerers deal with on a daily basis. Something about eating fingers probably (now how would that topic ever get brought up?).
Anyway, the point is Yuuji doesn’t want to say something that their driver will regret hearing before he has a chance to protect his ears and his innocence. It’s shocking that he’s still retained most of it despite having constant interactions with Gojo for years at this point.
Yuuji slides into the car and stops once his leg bumps Megumi’s, leaving not one empty seat to separate them. As routine, they pull their seat belts on, Ijichi pushes the divider closed, and they fall into the exhausted quiet that always follows a mission like the one they were on. Megumi looks out the window and watches the sky fade from the vibrant hues that painted the sunset earlier into the purplish blue of twilight. Yuuji just looks at Megumi.
Eventually, the boy turns away from the window. “Did you really mean that earlier?” Megumi asks softly, almost like he doesn't want Yuuji to hear. “When you called me pretty,” he elaborates after seeing the confused look on Yuuji’s face that tells him the pink haired boy wasn’t sure what it was he said that threw Megumi off. “Is it so hard to believe?” Yuuji asks, still keeping the furrowed brow that conveys his puzzled expression. Megumi shrugs, breaking eye contact. "I don't know,” he mumbles, eyes drifting to where he’s wringing his hands in his lap. “I guess I’ve just never been called pretty before.” Yuuji nudges him with his knee. “Yeah, well, you are. So so so pretty.” He adds with a wide grin.
“Oh, whatever,” Megumi groans, stretching out the word. He lightly shoves Yuuji’s shoulder away before leaning back into it. “Now you’re just trying to tease me.” Yuuji just smiles and slings his arm over the other boy’s shoulders. “Come on, you know you love it,” he argues, and Megumi doesn’t deny it, instead choosing to relax into Yuuji’s arms as response.
It’s only 7:00 when they get back to Jujutsu high, but it feels so much later. The boys trudge back to their dorms together, shoulders knocking every few steps. “Why don't you go shower first and I’ll see if I can find us something to eat?” Megumi offers. “Sure,” Yuuji easily agrees. “Just don't try to make yakisoba again.” He fakes a gag. “It wasn’t even that bad,” Megumi halfheartedly defends himself, but he isn’t able to block out the memory of smoke filling the kitchen and food more closely resembling charcoal than anything remotely edible. “Besides, I don’t think I could cook tonight if I wanted to.”
Yuuji yawns and reaches his arms above his head, stretching his body out. “I hear you, I don't even know if I could bathe myself in this state.” He makes a show of raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner at Megumi, who in turn lets out a sharp exhale, which for him is adjacent to a laugh. “You’re stupid, you know that?” he says with an amused look hidden behind his eye.
“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuji brushes off. “Just try not to burn down the kitchen while I'm gone,” he says, turning to walk off toward the bathrooms. “Again– I'm not that bad,” he hears Megumi call out behind him. He waves a hand out to his side, dismissing what his friend just said before rounding the corner and disappearing from Megumi's line of sight.
Megumi sighs before continuing on his path to the kitchen. As expected, it’s empty when he gets there. Their underclassmen have probably already eaten. He blindly feels around for a light switch, flicking it on when his fingers make contact with it. He makes a beeline for the pantry, eyes scanning for anything that appeals to him right now and instantly settling on two cups of instant ramen. He knows that it’s definitely not the most nutritious thing that he could give his body, but he's tired and really can't find it in himself care. It's not like Yuuji will complain, Megumi is pretty sure you could set literally anything in front of him and he'd try to eat it.
He walks over to the instant kettle and clicks the switch, letting the water inside come to a boil. He peels back the lids of the ramen cups as preparation for lack of anything better to do. He grabs a glass from the cupboard and fills it with water while he waits, plopping down on a stool and unlocking his phone. He doesn’t have a lot of free time to spend on his phone, but he does have a few e-books downloaded. They’re easier for him to keep track of than a physical copy, but he can’t say he prefers the digital version.
He’s currently reading something about the Heian period and the golden age of jujutsu. Partly because he thinks that it’s interesting and has important and useful information for jujutsu sorcerers; partly because a certain figure from this period has made himself comfortable being an issue that sorcerers need to be wary of present day. Not one that can easily be swept under the rug and forgotten at that.
He’s been trying to learn everything he can about Sukuna lately, hopefully finding some information to help him get a better feel of what Yuuji’s dealing with. Maybe by having a stronger understanding of all that Sukuna’s capable of will make controlling him easier to manage for Yuuji. He wonders if Yuuji would every be able to claim some of Sukuna’s techniques for his own, since they share a body, but he knows that even if he could, Yuuji would never want to use any ability that he'd gained from Sukuna. Yuuji doesn’t want to be any more attached to the king of curses than he needs to be.
The kettle clicks again, shaking him off of his train of thought and signaling to Megumi that the water is done boiling. He stands up and grabs the cups along with some chopsticks before bringing them closer to the kettle. He pours the water into each cup, then reseals the lids by setting the sticks on top. He turns to the side, glancing at the clock to make note of the time and starting a mental countdown to when the food will be ready.
“Ooh! Ramen, nice!,” He hears Yuuji exclaim behind him. Megumi turns around to face the boy, taking note of the way his damp hair was lying in different directions due to the towel that had tousled it. That was fast. He's wearing low waisted sweatpants and none other than Megumi’s old, slightly over sized band t-shirt, somehow looking like a super-model and the epitome of comfort at the same time. To be fair though, he always thinks that Yuuji looks better in his clothes than anything else. He’s a little embarrassed to admit it, but possessiveness bubbles in his chest every time he wears Megumi’s things.
“Only the best. And no kitchen fires, as promised.”
“Consider me impressed. You wanna go shower now? We can eat in my room.”
“Alright, I’ll make it quick,” Megumi promises, leaving Yuuji to collect their food and bring it to his room.
Megumi leaves the kitchen and walks down the hall to the bathroom. He grabs his towel and turns on the water before collecting the rest of his supplies, turning the knob as far left as it would go. He approaches the closet and gathers his stuff: shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He usually uses scrubs and shower oils too (blame Nobara), but he just told Yuuji that he’d be fast, so he abandons them for now.
He brings everything over, gently setting down the bottles and his phone before less carefully shedding his sweat and curse blood covered clothes. Steam is billowing out of the top of the shower, so he steps in, letting the scorching heat envelope his body. He scrubs all of the grime from his skin and hair, watching discolored water sink down the drain.
He quickly lathers his body with soap and washes his hair. In and out of the shower in six minutes: a new record for him. He wipes down his body with his towel and drags against his head a few times before wrapping it around his hips. He grabs his clothes and walks back to his room, dumping them on the floor and grabbing the first clean comfort clothes he can find. It’s totally a coincidence that that happens to include the hoodie Yuuji left in his room earlier this week.
Still tugging the hoodie over his head, he walks to the room next door, not bothering to knock before opening the door. “Took you long enough,” Yuuji complains, turning to watch the door creak open. He tosses down the video game console he was playing with and scoots over on his bed to make room for Megumi to sit next to him. Megumi obliges, graciously taking his still warm noodles off of Yuuji’s hands. Unsurprisingly, Yuuji’s food is untouched as well.
“Please,” Megumi scoffs. “I was actually going fast that time.”
“Ah, I forgot, Princess Megumi needs to take long showers and would rather stand under hot water than hang out with his best friend.”
“Hey! At least I take showers,” he jokes before stuffing his face with long awaited food. Yuuji follows suit.
“Wow. You really think that little of me?”
“Mhmm,” Megumi hums, unwilling to open his mouth when it’s full of food unlike the other boy. Yuuji lightly punches his side, but then he scoots away and retreats to the other side of the bed. “Hey,” Megumi calls after swallowing, wasting no time setting his cup on the bedside table. He lunges at Yuuji, trying to get a grip on his arms to shove him down on the bed, but Yuuji isn’t going to go down without a fight. His hands reach out and grab Megumi’s biceps.
Megumi knows that Yuuji will beat him in a battle of strength, so instead of trying to push Yuuji away, he pulls him down on top of him. Now he’s pinned between Yuuji’s body and the mattress; Yuuji’s shock at the position that they’re in is evident by the way his grip loosens and his breath hitches. Megumi takes advantage of Yuuji’s confusion by reestablishing control and flipping them over.
Now he’s essentially straddling Yuuji. His knees and thighs are tight around Yuuji’s hips, effectively securing them. Yuuji’s wrists are held in place at either side of his head by Megumi’s hands in no time. He leans down and tries to bite back a smile at the shaky gasp Yuuji releases when Mugumi’s lips brush his ear. “I win,” he whispers, then withdraws just as fast. His hips shift back with the rest of his body when he leans back and– oh
Oh
Oh shit, Yuuji is hard. Really hard. He feels Yuuji’s dick pressed against his thigh and he freezes. Yuuji is hard because of him. He’s the reason. He did this to Yuuji. No, he thinks. Yuuji has a boner because someone is sitting on top of him. Not because that someone happens to be you. He looks at Yuuji; his eyes are scrunched up and his breaths are coming out forcefully slow. It’s obvious that he’s trying to gain some control over his body. “Sorry,” he says, turning to hide his face to try to find some consolation from the embarrassment that’s taking over him at present.
“Are you?” Megumi asks, slowly releasing his grip on Yuuji’s forearms, trying and failing to keep the disappointment from his voice.
And of course Yuuji picks up on it. How could Yuuji ever not see right through Megumi? He opens his eyes and stares dumbly at his unleashed wrist for a few seconds before meeting Megumi’s gaze. “No,” he whispers, “not really. Is that bad?”
“No,” Megumi supplies instantly. Before he can think twice, his hands settle on either side of Yuuji’s head and he shifts his weight forward, leaning back down. He lets instinct rule over his common sense and lowers his face until his lips are almost on Yuuji’s. "Definitely not bad,” he murmurs. One of Yuuji’s hands finds itself at the back of Megumi’s head, hesitantly winding his fingers into his fine, black hair. He pushes Megumi’s head closer and sits up a little at the same time, finally making contact with Megumi’s lips.
Their lips slot together perfectly, like puzzle pieces, and fireworks erupt across Megumi’s whole body, all unsureness between them instantly evaporating with not a trace left to dwell on. He lowers himself enough to where his body is making contact with the boy under him at every available point.
Yuuji whines into his mouth when his cock receives some friction, and Megumi takes this opportunity to let his tongue dart out, gliding against Yuuji’s bottom lip once before plunging into the warmth hidden inside his mouth, claiming it as his own. Yuuji moans softly beneath him. One of his hands tightens its grip on Megumi’s hair, and the other one wraps tightly against his waist, pulling them even closer.
That along with the way Yuuji wiggles his hips, chasing stimulation, is more than enough encouragement for Megumi to keep going. He tilts his head, deepening their kiss. When Yuuji’s tongue wanders into Megumi’s mouth, he lightly bites down on it, tugging the muscle between his teeth before swallowing down the gasp that leaves Yuuji.
When they break away for air, Megumi practically rips his shirt off Yuuji, revealing muscles that are unfair for someone who turned eighteen only a month ago to have. He wishes that he could run his fingers down every curve and commit the feeling to memory, but unless he wants to uselessly collapse onto Yuuji, he needs to keep holding himself up. Instead he presses his lips to the corner of Yuuji’s jaw, peppering kisses all over his jaw and neck, relishing the way Yuuji is tilting his head back against his pillows to allow better access. “Fuck,” Megumi pants between kisses, breath hot on Yuuji’s neck. He doesn’t ignore the way that a shiver runs down the other’s neck. “As good as you look in my shirt, you’re even better without it.” He pauses, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
“Trust me, I think I do,” Yuuji chuckles, and Megumi feels the vibration run down his throat under his lips. “I think I’ve wanted it longer,” Yuuji admits. Megumi just hums against his neck. His tongue finds where Yuuji's pulse is hammering in his neck; his mouth lingers there savoring the irregular rhythm that only increases the longer he stays put.
Eventually he moves and lets his lips trail from the top of his neck down to his collarbone, leaving the tip of his tongue out to taste the soft skin underneath it. He lets his teeth knock against his collarbone slightly before sealing the skin under his lips and suckling at it enough to just barely leave a mark. He repeats the process on random spots across Yuuji’s chest until it's littered with red blotches, teeth marks, and wet trails of spit.
Before he knows it, he’s hovering above Yuuji’s navel. His fingers are gripping hips, slowly disappearing underneath the waistband of Yuuji’s pants. He looks up at Yuuji– who is breathing like the room is running out of air– for confirmation. “Is this okay?” Yuuji nods frantically.
“Words, Yuuji,” Megumi chides.
“God, yes. Please.”
“Please what?” Megumi feigns confusion, but the way his fingers tighten their grip on his hips tells Yuuji he understands perfectly.
“Just,” Yuuji starts, but falters when Megumi starts faintly tracing shapes on his hip bone. Megumi cocks an eyebrow at him, silently asking him to go on. “Just touch me, Megumi,” Yuuji forces out, trying to blur out the feeling of the body on top of him so he can concentrate on getting the words out. “I don’t even care, do whatever you want as long as your hands are on me. I need you Megumi.”
“Be careful, if you keep saying my name like that then I just might,” Megumi groans. His hands dig into the waistband and slowly start tugging it down. Megumi looks back up and pauses, analysing Yuuji’s face for a second. “You look so beautiful when you beg.” Then he snaps his attention to the pants that are rudely separating Megumi from the rest of Yuuji. He leans back and pulls them all the way off, discarding them on the ground.
Yuuji’s cock springs free, the flushed skin and pink head filling his vision. It’s already weeping, but Megumi’s not going to give in so easily. Instead he wraps each hand around a thigh and pulls them apart, completely ignoring Yuuji's neglected dick, leaving it to ache a little while longer. He starts littering kisses up the thigh to his left, starting at Yuuji’s inner knee and lingering a little bit longer at each spot his lips claim as he makes his way up.
When he reaches Yuuji’s inner thigh, he has to move one of his hands from his thigh to pin Yuuji’s hips to the bed to keep him from bucking up. His other hand has to keep Yuuji's shaking thighs from snapping closed. “Megumi… hurry,” Yuuji whimpers. Megumi tuts. “Whatever I want, remember?” A whine escapes the back of Yuuji’s throat, but he doesn’t protest any further, so Megumi continues. He presses an open mouthed kiss to Yuuji’s leg, letting his tongue trace little circles around the skin. His teeth nip at it once before pulling away.
When he leans back, he can't help but notice the puddle of pre-come gathering beneath Yuuji’s navel. He releases a hip with his right hand and uses it to grab Yuuji’s dick. He lets out a relieved whimper, but it quickly turns frustrated when Megumi does nothing more than hold him out of the way. “It’s okay,” Megumi promises. “If you’re a good boy and stay patient for me, I’ll make sure that it’s all worth it in the end.” Yuuji squeaks a little bit at that, but doesn’t make any complaints when Megumi pushes him to the side to make room for his face to dive down onto the damp skin below.
He starts licking Yuuji clean of the pre-come in slow, wide strokes. He savors the salty but unfamiliar flavor, letting his tongue trail lower until he’s at Yuuji’s balls, then he pays them attention too, softly tracing his lips against them. Yuuji moans underneath him, and it’s obvious that he’s trying not to squirm too much, taking Megumi’s directions to heart.
At last, Megumi reaches his thumb up to the head of Yuuji’s cock, which dribbles from that contact alone. Megumi can’t keep the smirk off of his face as he takes the moisture in his fingers and coats Yuuji’s shaft with it. The moan that is ripped from Yuuji is euphonious.
He keeps his hand at Yuuji’s base and brings his face closer, softly pressing his lips to the tip. He runs his tongue over Yuuji's slit before widening his jaw and taking the whole head in his mouth. He's never done anything like this before, so he pays extra care to tucking his lips over his teeth. An unholy gurgle comes from Yuuji, who spasms with pleasure. His fists, which Megumi didn’t realize were white-knuckling the sheets until now, reach to grab the closest thing and shove it in his mouth.
It’s just a coincidence that it happens to be Megumi’s T-shirt that’s acting as a gag for Yuuji, but it makes him feel feral all the same, coaxing him to move his head down a few inches. A muffled cry graces his ears, the t-shirt doing little to dilute his noise. Before he can think twice about it, he reaches for Yuuji’s hands and sets them on his head, encouraging Yuuji to let his fingers wrap themselves in his hair. Yuuji grips Megumi’s head tightly, but it’s more for something to hold onto than it is desire to control the situation.
Megumi slowly starts bobbing his head, whimpering as he’s taking more of Yuuji down his throat with every movement. The vibration that his vocal cords make jolts through Yuuji and extracts a euphoric cry from him. The hand that isn’t holding a hip moves from the bottom of Yuuji’s shaft to massage his thigh. He looks up at the blissed out look painted on Yuuji’s face as he bottoms out, and the wail he emits is clear despite the shirt that was meant to stifle the noise. He pulls his head back until just the head is left in his mouth. His tongue swirls over it a few times before he sinks down again, creating a steady rhythm.
When he's all the way around Yuuji's cock, he can feel every bulging vein, every square inch down his throat being squeezed when he swallows around Yuuji. He pulls back up enough to suck on him, letting his tongue slide around to touch whatever it comes in contact with. He's eagerly exploring this part of Yuuji that is still foreign to him, but he hopes to become well acquainted with. A mixture of spit and pre-come is seeping out of the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin, painting him with the beautiful vulgarity of their actions.
He’s only just started toying with Yuuji, but he’s already twitching deep in his throat, begging for release. Soft whines and filthy noises are polluting the otherwise quiet around them. Yuuji starts bucking up into Megumi’s mouth chasing his orgasm.
He almost catches it, but Megumi pulls back at the last second, leaning back on his heels and watching Yuuji uselessly thrust into the air. Yuuji looks at him, pupils blown wide and disbelief covering his face. He uses a shaky hand to pull the bunched up shirt from his mouth.
“W-why’d you stop?”
A mischievous grin flickers onto Megumi’s face. “I wasn’t ready to stop playing.” He crawls up Yuuji’s body, carefully avoiding his glistening erection on his way up. He’s face to face with Yuuji again, in the same position that started this whole ordeal. He captures his lips in a sloppy kiss. They’re tongues loll out and teeth clash together, hunger and desperation evident in the way they smash their faces together.
They probably look trashy and messy right now, but all Megumi can think is: perfect. This is so perfect. Yuuji is so perfect. He breaks away to nip at Yuuji’s ear, taking the lobe in his teeth and lightly pulling. “You were so vocal even with a gag earlier. I wonder how loud you are without it.”
“Wha— ahh” Yuuji’s question turns into a moan when Megumi’s fingers firmly grip the head of his cock from out of nowhere.
Megumi smirks. “Don’t hold back.”
He starts stroking Yuuji’s dick, but the firm hold he’d just demonstrated quickly slips away. Now he’s just barely grasping him and moving at a pointedly slow pace.
“Fuck,” Yuuji cries, frustratedly trying to shift his hips and build up a little more friction. Megumi’s hand easily follows the movement, rendering his effort useless. His fingers trace over his vein, they ghost over a sensitive spot underneath the head. Yuuji moans and thrashes under him, needing more while already feeling overstimulated by how hypersensitive he is right now. “Megumi please–”
He’s leaking an outrageous amount of pre-come that’s only spewing out with the effort he’s trying to use to force his release. “Yuuji, just relax. I’ll take care of you,” Megumi murmurs. Then he lets his tongue slip out and starts licking away all of the liquid dripping from Yuuji’s tip. Finally getting the contact he’d been seeking, Yuuji’s volume turns all the way up.
Megumi lightly laughs to himself. “You sound like a porn-star, Yuuji. Are you this much of a slut for me? If this is what my mouth makes you do…” he pushes himself up to whisper in Yuuji’s ear, “I wonder what noises you’ll make when I actually fuck you.”
Yuuji’s dick twitches in Megumi's loose hold. He sharply breathes in a staggered gasp, but before he can even think of a coherent response, Megumi’s throat is completely around him again. He’s swallowing around Yuuji’s dick, and the pressure is what he needs to be sent over the edge. A rhapsodic scream leaves him as his body convulses and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands find Megumi’s head keeping him in place. Green eyes watch his body’s reaction with delight up until he collapses, entirely spent.
Megumi teasingly lets his tongue linger on Yuuji’s sensitive spots while he withdraws his head from Yuuji’s overwhelmingly tender cock, finding way too much pleasure in forcing whimpers and cries from him.
Once his head is free, he immediately busies his lips by capturing Yuuji’s. Their mouths delicately brush against each other, the gentleness promising something different than their other kisses had. Megumi pulls away despite Yuuji’s hands trying to bring him back down. He sulks at the loss of contact, but Megumi pays it no mind, instead choosing to grab the t-shirt once again. He wipes his face clean with it before directing his attention towards Yuuji. “Let me clean you up,” he hums, only now realising how raw his throat is. Mental note: make tea in the morning.
The shirt lightly wipes him clean, careful not to use too much pressure and send Yuuji into overdrive. “You know, it isn’t fair that I’m completely naked and you still have all of your clothes on,” Yuuji pouts.
Megumi considers this for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. I guess we’ll have to change that next time.”
Yuuji freezes. “Next time?”
Oh shit. Does Yuuji not want to do this again? Did he just want this to be a one time thing? “Sorry, we don’t have to do this… again… if you don–”
“No!” Yuuji all but yells. “No, it’s okay. I want there to be a next time, I just– I don't know– I didn't know if you did too.”
Megumi sighs a breath of relief. “Good, me too.”
He finishes wiping him down, and once he’s clean, the shirt is discarded onto the ground. Megumi crawls up to lay next to Yuuji, pulling the blanked up over them. He lets him wrap an arm around his side and pull Megumi close so his face settles in the crook of Yuuji’s neck. Yuuji pulls back a little. “Wait, do you… umm… want me to–”
“Nah, you can just pay me back later. Next time. You look like you’re about to pass out anyway.”
“Mmm, you see right through me,” Yuuji yawns, tucking his face against the top of Megumi’s head. “Goodnight ‘gumi,” he mumbles. Megumi presses himself closer into Yuuji’s embrace and burrows his nose into his collarbone, making himself comfortable.
“Goodnight, Yuuji,” he whispers against Yuuji’s chest, already hearing the rhythm of his breath fade to a slower pattern reserved for sleeping. He closes his eyes, falling asleep to the image of Yuuji’s smiling face burned into his eyelids and the promise of a better tomorrow for them echoing in his brain. Tomorrow he’ll wake up in Yuuji’s arms and everything will be perfect.