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Megumi’s looking at Yuuji.
The lights are off—the only light coming in the room is through a window, blinds drawn apart, the moon shining down at them. It casts a ghostly hue on Yuuji’s face, turning auburn eyes a dark, dark brown.
They sparkle at him.
He switches which eye he’s looking at, back and forth, studying Yuuji’s face. His irises, the curve of his eyelashes, the crease of his eyelids.
Yuuji blinks, then his eyes crinkle. A smile.
“Come closer,” he whispers, hands coming up to Megumi’s neck and pulling him in. “Come, come,” he repeats, and lets their lips meet. It’s soft, impossibly so, just a brush before Yuuji smiles wider, and pulls him in closer.
Megumi’s hands come to Yuuji’s waist, winding themselves under his shirt, brushing his ribs. Yuuji’s hums into the kiss, and their bodies shift closer , until they’re touching in every way possible.
When they part, they’re so close their lips are still touching, and Yuuji’s eyelashes are touching his. “Yuuji,” Megumi whispers, and Yuuji kisses him again. This time their tongues meet, Yuuji pulling his between his teeth, drawing a moan from him. “Yuuji,” he says, once his tongue is back in his own mouth. “I want—”
“Yeah,” Yuuji replies instantly, pushing his body more firmly into Megumi’s. “Me, too.”
Megumi pushes at his shoulders until he tips, and Megumi crawls on top of him. His hands find their way back under his shirt, his lips back to Yuuji’s, intertwining their tongues and swallowing down the gasp Yuuji gives when his roaming hands meet his nipples.
Megumi kisses his jaw, sucking just under his chin, making Yuuji moan aloud. “Megumi,” he says, voice dripping sweet like honey. “Fuck me.”
Megumi doesn’t understand how Yuuji can just say something like that, and it makes the blood rush to his ears and his groin. He lets out a grunt before pulling back completely, hands latching to Yuuji’s shirt. “Off.”
Yuuji complies, and it lands on the floor. He tugs at Megumi’s own collar, and his shirt follows swiftly. This time when Megumi leans down, the contact is riveting, and he can’t help the way he hums into Yuuji’s throat. His hips grind down into Yuuji’s, and they both gasp in response.
He licks along Yuuji’s collarbone, watching him shudder, before doing the same to a nipple. Yuuji’s hips buck again, searching for some relief, but Megumi holds his hips down.
“Megumi,” Yuuji gasps. “I want your hands.”
“Oh?” Megumi inquires, pulling back. “Where?”
Yuuji lifts his hips in response.
Megumi reaches down and cups Yuuji’s groin. “Like this?”
Yuuji groans, not in a good way. “You ass ,” he says, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “Fuck me.” He grinds against the hand. “Please, I want your fingers.”
Megumi smiles. “Well, when you ask so nicely….”
The tease has Yuuji’s face splitting into a real smile, and Megumi can’t help leaning down to kiss him. His fingers hook themselves into Yuuji’s waistband, and he slowly tugs down his sweatpants and boxers. Yuuji kicks them off, and there’s a quiet thud as they land beside the bed.
Now fully naked, Yuuji spreads his legs. His cock, probably three centimeters, stands tall, and his hole is surprisingly wet. He runs his thumb across it, and then up against his cock. He rubs a few times, listening to Yuuji’s breath hitch. “Yes, there, please,” he whispers, and Megumi is happy to obey.
He leans down, situating himself between Yuuji’s legs, before following the same movements of his thumb with his tongue. This properly gets Yuuji going, a moan slipping from his lips, grinding down against Megumi’s mouth. He licks at his hole a few times, dipping his tongue in enough for Yuuji to feel, but not enough to breech, before sucking a lip between his own.
Yuuji’s eyes are on him the whole time, making breathy sounds high in his throat, biting his bottom lip. Megumi tries to make a show of it, holding eye contact as he laves at Yuuji’s cock, and by the way Yuuji’s eyes roll back, he thinks he’s doing a good job.
He toys at his hole with his fingers curiously, and Yuuji moans in approval, rocking his hips against them. “Yeah, yeah,” he whispers, nodding his head. “That.”
Megumi breeches, just his middle finger at first, thrusting in and out a few times just to get the feel of it. When he adds his ring finger, there’s just a bit of resistance, so he pulls them out, sucks them between his own lips, and glides them back in.
“ Fuuuuck ,” Yuuji groans, hand finding Megumi’s hair. “You’re so hot.”
Megumi blushes at the praise, and he hears Yuuji giggle. That won’t do. He curls his fingers, the pads of them catching on the rough patch there, and Yuuji’s breath catches in his throat. “Megumi,” he moans, tugging at his hair. “There.”
Megumi rocks his fingers in and out, glancing between the hypnotizing stretch of Yuuji’s hole for his knuckles, and the equally entrancing look on Yuuji’s face. He’s getting wetter at the minute, and the glide is easier as he pushes against the spot that makes Yuuji’s thighs quiver.
His other hand rubs soothingly against those thighs, his hipbone, his stomach. If Megumi’s understanding of the body is correct, if he pushes down against his belly just so….
Yuuji’s reaction builds, a few more steady thrusts before his head is being thrown back, his hips lifting, as a moan from deep in his chest slips through his lips.
“Oh,” Megumi mockingly gasps, incredibly proud of himself. “You like that.”
Yuuji’s hand pulls Megumi’s hair, so hard it almost hurts, almost crying, “Megumi, Megumi, Megumi, I’m so close —”
Megumi dips his head down, taking his cock between his lips. He can’t help but rut into the mattress as Yuuji’s hand tightens in his hair, his moans keeping that same guttural sound. He keeps his hands steady and lets Yuuji grind his hips against his face, fucking his mouth as he goes completely silent, legs shaking with his orgasm.
“ Fuck ,” is the next thing Yuuji says, slumping to the bed. Megumi sucks on his cock before Yuuji pushes at his face. “Too sensitive,” he whines.
Megumi pulls off, kissing his belly, before kissing his way up his body. Their lips find each other easily, Yuuji sighing into the kiss as he wraps his legs around Megumi’s hips.
“If I knew how good you were at that, I would have had you do it earlier,” Yuuji whispers, voice raspy but fond, and Megumi smiles against his lips.
“If I had known how much you liked it, I would have done it earlier.” He pecks Yuuji’s lips. “That was so hot.”
They kiss lazily, the hand Yuuji has in his hair gentle now, guiding their kiss and licking the roof of Megumi’s mouth. Before long, Yuuji’s heels are guiding Megumi’s groin into his. Yuuji pulls away. “You’re still hard,” he whispers.”
Megumi nods. “Are you up to—?”
“Yes, yes,” Yuuji cuts him off urgently. “I wanna see you come.”
He can’t help the way his ears continue to burn, so he sinks his teeth into Yuuji’s neck, causing a gasp, before pulling away and kicking off his pants.
He watches Yuuji’s hungry eyes flick over his naked body, and it causes his already interested cock to twitch. Yuuji sits up and leans forward, taking it into his hand, and Megumi groans in relief.
“Where are the condoms?” He asks, trying not to fuck into Yuuji’s grip.
“Drawer,” Yuuji says, bringing his hand to his mouth to spit on it before bringing it back to his cock, the glide smoother. Megumi fumbles with the handle before pulling out a condom and ripping it open. Yuuji moves his hand so he can slide it on.
He leans back against his elbows, legs falling open again, before he makes grabby arms at Megumi. “Kiss me first,” he demands, and it makes Megumi feel all fuzzy. He dips forward, falling into Yuuji, kissing him softly. Yuuji’s hands come around his shoulders, one holding the back of his neck, and he lets himself relax into the touch.
Pulling away, Yuuji holds their foreheads together as he reaches for Megumi’s cock and guides it in.
Yuuji bites at his lip again, threading both of his hands in Megumi’s hair as he slowly sinks in. The heat is an amazing feeling, and it takes everything Megumi has not to rush forward and bury himself in it. They both sigh when their hips finally meet, and Yuuji leans in to kiss him again.
“Megumi,” he whispers, the shape of his name is strange against his own lips. “You can move.”
Slowly, slowly, Megumi draws his hips back, before pushing back him. It’s a gentle drag, heavenly on Megumi’s end as he tests the waters, and Yuuji sighs against his lips. Turning his head, Megumi buries his face into Yuuji’s neck, every bit of their bodies touching from his forehead tucked into Yuuji’s jaw to Yuuji’s fingers digging into his shoulder blades to Yuuji’s legs wrapped around his waist, and all he can think is Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji.
He rolls his hips, picking up the pace and going for the angle he found with his hand. It’s harder this time, but eventually he finds the spot that makes Yuuji cry out, digging his blunt nails into his back.
“Like that?” He asks, voice low into Yuuji’s ear.
“There,” Yuuji groans in response, clenching around him. It causes his hips to stutter and hit a bit harder. The airy moan Yuuji lets out is stunning, so he fucks the same way, and draws the same reaction.
“Yes, yes, fuck ,” Yuuji’s saying, a bunch of nonsense. “You fuck me so good , Megumi. So perfect.”
An embarrassingly high whine leaves Megumi’s throat at that, grinding his hips into Yuuji’s.
“You like that? When I tell you how good you are for me?” Yuuji asks, half teasing, half genuine, and Megumi can’t tell what he hates more. Yuuji pushes at his shoulders so Megumi is hovering over him, and he reaches up to hold his face. “Fuck, Megumi, you’re so perfect, you’re gonna make me come again.”
Megumi’s close, too, and he reaches down between them and begins to jerk Yuuji off between his fore and middle fingers. It takes three, four, five strokes before Yuuji’s eyes are rolling back, mouth falling open, and he’s coming for a second time on Megumi’s cock.
The feeling, both physical and the swell of satisfaction that fills him sends him over the edge, too, letting out a high moan and burying himself deep, filling the condom.
He slumps back against Yuuji, breathing in his scent of sweat and shampoo. Yuuji’s arms come around him, holding him close, running his fingers through his hair, and Megumi lets out a sigh.
“Shit,” is all he can say, and Yuuji laughs.
“Shit,” he agrees, and pecks Megumi’s cheek. Megumi pulls out, causing them both to wince, before ridding himself of the condom and falling on the bed next to Yuuji.
The moon has disappeared, high over the sky instead of peering through their window, so the night is now dark. His eyes have adjusted though, naturally attuned to the shadows, and he watches Yuuji watch him. Yuuji pulls him close, and Megumi goes easily, tucking his head under Yuuji’s chin, settling his head on his chest. He’s so close, so warm, so Yuuji . He listens to the thrum of his heartbeat, still calming down from its high, and Megumi revels in it.
“So,” Yuuji says into the quiet, and just from his tone, Megumi curses everything. He knows he’s going to bring up— “Fushiguro Megumi has a bit of a praise kink?”
“Shut up,” Megumi says, rolling away.
“Noooooo,” Yuuji says, curling up against his back. “I’m just curious! I don’t mind!” Yuuji’s tone dips, and he feels his breath against his earlobe, “I love telling you what a good boy you are.”
As if he wasn’t worn out, Megumi’s cock stirs in interest. “Shut up,” he says again, but lets Yuuji kiss the back of his neck.
“I have to go pee,” Yuuji says, crawling over Megumi to get to the bathroom. “Whatever magic thing you did with my belly, it felt amazing but made my bladder feel like it was gonna burst.”
Megumi smirks, proud of himself, and snorts as Yuuji trips over a scattered pair of pants. He watches his naked form in the dark head to the bathroom. When he returns, Megumi opens his arms and Yuuji falls into them, fitting so naturally.
He wants him close, this close, for-fucking-ever.
He kisses Yuuji’s forehead and Yuuji hums in approval.
“You know,” Yuuji says after a moment, “Those eating out skills you have can be very useful—”
Megumi shakes his head, laughing a little too loud. “I’ve created an insatiable monster.”
Yuuji smirks against his skin. “You love me.”
Megumi smiles at the ceiling, pulling Yuuji closer, closer, closer. “Yeah, I do.”