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“And this . . .” The menacing tone that underlies each of the slowly spoken words chills the air with a threatening danger as one languid finger is drawn over Yuuji’s finely silken skin to meet the shimmering sapphire nestled in the crevice of his breasts
Though Yuuji has attempted in soothing himself with longer drawn breaths and teeth sinking into the plush softness of his bottom lips, he cannot help the heaving of breaths in his chest as if his skin is licked by the flames trailing along Sukuna’s finger.
There is a blossoming of warmth beneath his cheeks with the feeling of warmth slickened desire grow between the curves of his thighs and the terror of the menace before him.
“This does not suit you.”
In a time less than a moment with an effort that seems like it is nothing, Sukuna’s fingers have torn away the diamond and sapphire necklace from where it had sat upon the barren skin of Yuuji – jewels of shimmering blue and silvery white tumbling across the floor now soaked within scarlet.
There is a certain blankness to Yuuji’s gaze with his peering into the once prided beauty of the Gojo Family, shattered and downing within the depths of the bloodied pools strewn across the ground.
A collar of gilted beauty that had bound him to the Gojos – flung from him in not even a singular moment.
“I will buy you something much prettier.”
Sukuna’s murmurs are laced with a low seduction beneath his breath, the back of one of his fingers formerly coated with blood trailing the gentlest of caresses against the th column of Yuuji’s neck with a temptation that is as much present as the brief shivering fear that had clung to Yuuji’s shoulders.
“You are warm like the flowers. Like the sun.” A continuance of his words in that same sweet tinged seduction and a lowering of his face to take smell of the scent that had been so beloved to him.
And as if it is an instinct that is utterly natural to his body, a tilt of Yuuji’s head is given backwards, pressing against the smooth surface of the wall and allowing for Sukuna’s tattooed features to nuzzle into the silent warmth that is the crook of Yuuji’s neck.
The familiarity of his heated breath is such a comfort against Yuuji that he forces down the relief tinged sigh as Sukuna shrouds himself within the omega’s warmth and scent and a burial of his face against the flawless skin that had been left barren because of his gown.
“Far too beautiful a creature to sit prettily and out of reach.”
There is near a cringe on Yuuji’s features upon the feeling of Sukuna’s nose wrinkling with perhaps disgust at catching the scent of Gojo Satoru upon the omega, no matter how brief it may have ever been.
Though Sukuna merely proceeds in burying his face further into the crook of Yuuji’s neck, lips of teasing play butterfly light against the smooth column, accompanied by the teasing, little nips of fangs that had so craved the taste of his beloved in the time he spent within those rotten walls of a prison.
“You smell of that dog Gojo.”
The merest of observations with his face still pressing against Yuuji’s now flushed skin that darkens with the teasing of his lips and the nibbling of his war sharpened teeth.
And with the arching of Yuuji’s body as response to his adoring little affections, Sukuna keeps him bound to the wall with the strength of muscularly built thighs that straddle the omega’s little, delicious waistline.
“That bastard will finally be no more when I fill you with our first litter.”
The inevitable moan laced with excitement that manages to lodge itself out of Yuuji is encouragement enough for Sukuna’s head to continue its journey of licks and suckling upon his skin into the sweeping low cut of the gown’s neckline – lips just hovering mere centimeters above the temptations of his cleavage.
“Oh, I’ve missed them so much. . . “
There is a strange longing to his voice that deepens the flush within Yuuji’s cheeks as he feels the burning flames of Sukuna’s gaze fall over the lush skin of his breasts becoming exposed by the tearing away of the navy shaded gown.
His lips wetten with a ravenous licking of them with his tongue before he raises his gaze into Yuuji’s half lidded, lust heavy eyes, with an expression that speaks of the utter nature of his possessiveness.
“And when they become plump with milk for my heirs. . .” His words become lustful growls low within his throat, the calloused roughness of his fingers contrasting against the soft warmth of the delicate little mounds with his pawing of Yuuji’s chest.
“Ryomen. . .” His name is half a gasp escaping Yuuji’s lips and a moan from the teasing of the alpha’s caressing.
Barely an utterance for Ryomen’s ears but it is enough for encouragement to lower his lips once more against the softened skin and trailing kisses around the lush plumpness that he so adores.
His hands grasp at the curved softness of Yuuji’s hips as if a prevention of his escape from him – as if the omega is not already yet melting with the waves of pleasure from Sukuna’s focus upon the chest no longer burdened by that hideous thing of a gown.
Yuuji’s head becomes thrown against the wall as pleasured laced cries depart from his lips and his amber hued eyes fluttering in complete closure as Sukuna grasps the pretty rose pink of a nipple between the sharpness of his teeth.
Sukuna plays with the bud in teasing torture as it is rolled between his lips and lavishes upon it little, tugging nibbles before it hardens into a small pebble in his teeth.
Though his adoring devotion to his chest is the furthest thing from over with the release of the taut nipple from within his mouth before the light swell of his breast becomes entirely trapped within the heated warmth of the cavern that is his mouth.
Sukuna is near immediate in his suckling upon the breast, not at all minding the way his saliva has made a mess of his lips and the wetness of the loud sounds of sucking upon Yuuji – the quietest of moans underlying each wettened suck of the creamy, delicious mound.
His other hand finds occupation with the breast barren of his attention, his pretty rosebud of a nipple akin to putty between rough fingers that tease with their pinches of the sweet pinkness before it is rolled between skilled fingers into the familiarity of its fun, little hardness.
His breast is swollen with tenderness by the time that Sukuna’s mouth departs the passionately ravaged skin, left painted with redness with the force of his mouth that had claimed it within, and a mess of saliva that he bears no shame in creating upon the omega.
His greediness for the exquisiteness of Yuuji’s lush body as he once more presses his lips against his slender collarbone and weaves a path to Yuuji’s pleasure gasping lips, accompanied by his little affections of kisses and the teases of love bites.
Yuuji is drenched with the pleasure that Sukuna has adorned upon him , his legs having grown such a weakness that it is a grasp of the alpha’s hands and the straddling of his thighs that keeps him upright in the midst of these scenes of sensuality and seduction.
“Your taste. I could never forget how you taste, I’m addicted.” The ferocity of his smile is a sensation against the side of Yuuji’s neck, his whispers fanning a wet hotness across the now bruise painted skin.
“But that is not enough for me, my sweetheart. You should be ripe and plump with my child as I should have done the night before I was imprisoned.”
Yuuji gifts his permission merely when Sukuna takes in claiming the plush softness of his lips and with eyes still half lidded with pleasured happiness, his lips are given freely to the demands of the desperation of Sukuna.
Their mouths against one another are akin to the dances of the flames in fires – their tongues swirling about one another and the gnashing of teeth with the deepening of the kisses by the demanding of Sukuna’s ever passion laced lips.
“I’m gonna fill you with my seed.”
Sukuna’s voice is one of breathiness as he finally parts himself from the entanglement of their kisses and his lips now upon Yuuji’s ear as if a secret merely intended for the two. “Then we’ll both be free from our miserable captors.”
“I need you… Ryomen.”
It is an echoing sentiment of the alpha’s words, the mess of his desire for Sukuna already obvious with the parting of his thighs and the falling of his gown to the ground, having become torn and slashed into by Sukuna’s hands making quick work of their clothing.
He himself has torn away the constraints of his pants and undergarments in the revelation of a thickly pulsating length that is demanding of the luxuriant temptations of the omega’s body – especially the pink sheathed cunt already thickly dripping with its own need for the cock that has long been devoted to it even if there had been a forced break in their meetings.
Sukuna is quick in his embrace of the softly curvaceous body of the omega, as if the melding of their bodies come with the naturalness as any other instinct.
As Yuuji becomes hoisted against the wall and wrapping his softly curved thighs around the finely built waist of Sukuna, the scene of slaughter within the confines of the room that had preceded their session of lovemaking by the merest of moments.
Gojo Satoru had died with a series of relentless builts to his chest, his body shrouded within its own thickness of blood and the expression of shocked horror upon the realization of Sukuna’s escape from the confines of the prison – the very sentence that Gojo himself had written for his most despised enemy.
“I’ll wash off that damn dirty Gojo dog.” His whispers are heated breaths of air that are tickles atop of Yuuji’s ear and further followed by a seduction tinged cooing that are rumbles in the depths of his chest.
Sukuna takes the omega with all of the ferociousness of a tiger that has sunk its teeth within the flesh of its prey and the strongest of refusals in parting ways with it.
His lips take to the worship of Yuuji’s silken skin once more, passion guiding the blaze of his kisses that adorn Yuuji’s neck, tongue slipping from between his lips in the savoring of the sweet flavor of the omega that has long been his favored addiction, kissing each and every inch of the areas most sensitive to his poor little Yuuji.
There is no requirement for Yuuji’s work here for Sukuna is once more establishing his claim over what is his in truth and adorning his body with the love that should have been never stolen away.
Though his arms do coil around Sukuna’s neck and keep himself closer to the alpha – allow him the canvas of his skin so that Sukuna may color him as he pleases.
Sukuna’s fingertips are heavy in their touching against the flesh of Yuuji’s hips, ever skillful in the way he has drawn him downwards, his wettened, velvety cunt a tease against the the thickly veined cock that is strong in its throbbing for its need to be buried in the place it is meant for.
“I hope the dog is watching from Hell.”
His words are spoken with intensity though beneath the soft whispers against the neck of his lover and barely concealing the groan rumbling within his chest upon the feeling of heated slickness brushing against his cock.
“You’re mine . You belong to me .”
After moments of tantalizing tease of his cock pressing against the silken and ready folds of Yuuji’s entrance, Sukuna buries himself within the clasping tightness of his pussy, finally with an allowance of a groan to leave his throat in expression of such tender tightness coming to wrap around his length.
“Ryomen. . .” Once more has Yuuji’s blossom colored head been tossed back in his cry of ecstasy and deepening the burial of his fingers in the skin of his lover’s back – Sukuna never does go unmarked by Yuuji during their sessions of lovemaking.
The familiarity of Yuuji’s lovely pussy clinging to his length renders such pleasure within Sukuna that he is near immediate in thrusting himself into those walls of velvet slickness that nuzzle against the strengthening cock and sends him beyond the edge upon his thrusting further and further into the delights of this pussy.
His pace of thrusting begins in one that is a teasing and slow and yet a thorough exploration of the moist soaked walls of Yuuji’s slit, each nook and cranny that may have been hidden away all sought by the tip of his cock that strengthens with each and every thrust into the hot, silken depths.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
His words are more akin to pleasured groans spoken against the delicacy of Yuuji’s skin that has become moistened with his sweat and the mess of Sukuna’s kisses against his skin.
He continues to strengthen the pace within Yuuji – his pussy touched with so much warmth and so adoring of the thrusting girth that makes its way in it.
“You’re so fucking tight for me.”
He can feel the rise of the temptations of his seed begin twitching at the end of his cock as he becomes fully sheathed within Yuuji’s cunt and nearly overtaken by the waves of pleasure washing over him with the union with his lover.
“Ryomen, I–”
A dissipation of the sobbed words of Yuuji upon the intensification of this new pace that has Sukuna shoved within him with a ruthlessness that blurs his gaze with tears and yet laced with the most intoxicating of pleasures as his cunt clings to Sukuna as if it is a limpet – ever tight and possessive of what has been buried within him.
“That’s it. . .”
There is a strange tenderness to the way that his fingers intertwine themselves within the cutely cut blossom hued locks of Yuuji’s hair even as he continues a pace that is all ferocity and no mercy for the omega that writhes in utter pleasure against the wall.
“I hope he is watching us from Hell conceive my heir.”
The finality of his words before he takes to stealing Yuuji’s lips in sweat drenched and passion laced kisses, and bringing a silence to the cries of Yuuji until his explosion between Yuuji’s tight little walls that cling to him.
It is a searing hotness that takes claim of Yuuji’s pussy, becoming thickened and sticky with the release of Sukuna’s seed within him.
The intensity of the pace that had driven him to the expression of tears and the thick strength of the massive cock has him bound in pleasure laced exhaustion though his cries transition into ones that are more quiet the more that he is filled with the alpha’s seed to the brim and Sukuna still buried within him in the depths of his tightness.
His eyes are once more half lidded with both this silken feeling of happiness and the exhausting nature of this practice of lovemaking, his gasps only parting lips for a moment as he becomes overfilled with the liquid hotness of Sukuna’s pleasure and instead pouring downwards over his shapely legs that remain bound around Sukuna.
Sukuna is the one who possesses the strength to manage the stability of their bodies clinging together in their sweat and the results of their lovemaking , his hardened and muscular built torso in service as a pillow when Yuuji comes to fall forward, body continuing to be quaked with the shaken tremors of their passion.
Once more he graces his face against the crook of his pretty omega’s neck in exploration of the scent that now clings to the love ravaged body of Yuuji.
He smells merely of Sukuna’s scent and no singular hint of that dirty Gojo bastard upon him – Yuuji’s body trembling from the orgasm that Sukuna had given him and his soaking cunt full of Sukuna’s seed.
Perhaps even an heir to emerge should they possess so much luck.
His own tired touch lips curve into a smile that is softly affectionate in nature and press against Yuuji’s forehead as sleep takes control over him in his capitulation to the exhaustion.
“Let’s go home. I missed you.”