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Yuuji stumbles mindlessly into the kitchen, nose wiggling like a bloodhound as he follows the sweet, doughy smell of waffles straight into the warm back of Megumi.
Megumi doesn’t startle, slowing his strong whisks of the fluffy, frothy batter that smells divine. Yuuji hums happily as he snuggles into that warm back, arms closing around his boyfriend’s waist, feeling the soft hum Megumi lets out.
“Good morning, Yuuji,” Megumi huffs softly, gently patting the back of his hand before getting back to whisking. “The test waffle just came out; feel free to have at it as I make the rest,” Megumi stops his whisking for a split second once more to point at the plate holding the test waffle a foot away, right next to the steaming waffle maker. “Don’t eat all of it, though,” Megumi grunts, looking at him as he shuffles away to tear a section off before quickly returning to Megumi’s side.
“Mmm, s’good, ‘Gumi,” Yuuji grins around a mouthful of waffle, watching those deep blue eyes focus on him, a soft grin pulling at those soft, kissable lips. “So, what’s the occasion? I didn’t miss an anniversary, right?” Yuuji asks, slightly nervous. He had left his phone on the nightstand charging so that he couldn’t check their shared calendar for any important dates.
Megumi stops whisking, and instead of it being to point out something, it unnerves something in Yuuji. His stomach drops because did he forget an anniversary?
“Yuuji…” The slow change of Megumi’s tone makes him sweat. He shuffles on his feet and hides his possible shame behind another bite of the waffle. “Did you seriously forget your own birthday?” Incredulous. That’s what Megumi sounds like right now.
“Oh, thank god I didn’t forget an anniversary,” Yuuji sighs, slightly bending at the hips. Then he pops back up to steal Megumi’s phone off the counter, tapping the black screen to see that, indeed, it is his birthday.
“Huh, I… totally forgot,” Yuuji says, scratching the side of his head and setting Megumi’s phone back down. He ignores the little happy buzz in his stomach at the fact that he’s the black-haired man’s lock screen.
“Of course you did,” Megumi sighs, flicking him gently on the nose and making him grunt slightly. “Now that you finally remember, you can go sit down, and don’t you dare lift a finger. This is your birthday, so it’s your day,” Megumi points a finger at him as he shuffles to the side, opening the steaming waffle maker and scooping batter into the machine before closing it. It squeaks and steams as Megumi sets a timer on his phone, staring him down when he doesn’t move.
“Okay, okay,” Yuuji says, holding his hands up in surrender. He turns around to walk back to their bedroom and fetch his phone. As much as he loves staring at his boyfriend in the kitchen, he needs some more entertainment.
A squeak rips out of his throat when Megumi turns around to whack him on the ass, making him jump slightly when the bite mark - yes, the bite mark Megumi left on his asscheek - is irritated, but the jolt of pain washes away quickly as he scuttles off.
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Yuuji grins as he replies to all the happy birthday texts he’s been getting. The notifications seemingly never stop, as a new one pops up the second he answers another birthday text. Most of them are from Gojo-Sensei, who is talking about a shopping spree and a restaurant crawl to all of his favorite places.
Just as he goes to respond, Megumi quickly plucks his phone out of his hand. Then, he hands him a plate of three perfectly stacked waffles. They look thick and fluffy, just like Yuuji loves them.
“What toppings do you want?” Megumi asks, pulling three bowls over and a can of whipped cream onto the lower part of the counter. Yuuji hums, kicking his sock-clad feet idly and licking his lips.
“Uhhhmm,” Yuuji places two fingers on his chin, snickering gently at the eye-roll that it gets him from his boyfriend as he stares at the beautiful, fresh fruit all cut up. “Blueberries, strawberries, and whipped cream, please! Ohh, and can I have syrup?!” Yuuji pushes his plate forward slightly, grinning as Megumi plucks it up and delivers generous portions of the beautiful fruit onto his fluffy stack of waffles. Yuuji plucks a blueberry off the top, tastes it, and quickly does the same with a sliced strawberry. Megumi doesn’t mind, quickly replenishing the stolen fruit off the top of his waffles with a small spoonful.
“How much whipped cream do you want?” Megumi asks, effortlessly shaking the can in his hand. It's such a simple gesture, but it has Yuuji sifting in his seat and crossing his legs to squeeze gently to ease the arousal simmering in his gut.
“A good amount, please,” Yuuji asks, making sure to be polite. Megumi hums, pulling the cap off with his teeth before letting it fall down to clatter somewhere on the counter. Yuuji shifts hard at that, rolling his hips as subtly as he can under the razor-sharp and all-seeing eyes of Megumi. Not much can get past his hawk of a boyfriend, and Yuuji is a thousand percent sure the man knows what he’s doing to him.
“Lean forward,” Megumi says, beckoning him forward with a finger. Yuuji follows the motion, letting his jaw be grabbed gently, gulping when his jaw is pried open by two fingers pressing into the meat of his cheeks. The can of whipped cream is turned over gently, and a dollop of whipped cream is placed on his tongue, making Yuuji blush and burn.
“For the birthday boy,” Megumi hums, pulling the can back before making a stupid face on his waffles with the whipped cream.
Yuuji almost chokes on the whipped cream as he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, trying - and failing - to hide his burning face and shaking body from his boyfriend. He knows it's not working at the soft, smug huff that comes out of Megumi’s mouth as his plate is slid back to him, the little stupid face making him huff softly.
“Eat up, babe,” Megumi pets his hair, leaning over the counter to kiss the crown of his head before pulling away to fix himself a plate.
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Yuuji cannot eat like this. His hand shakes as he holds the fork like a lifeline, barely able to bring it up to his shaking mouth. He manages to take it up to his mouth, chewing on the soft piece of waffle he shakily cut up for himself.
His eyes dare a glance down at Megumi’s hand, which is settled gently on his thigh, fingers dancing around the hem of his boxers, which are most certainly soaked through. Yuuji can feel his core clenching with each tentative slide over his cunt, so close to his clit, but clearly straying away from it.
Megumi knows what he is doing, and it is torture. It's a mix of fantastic food—which is clearly a labor of love from his boyfriend—and an endless game of teasing to see who is going to break first.
It’s clearly going to be him. Yuuji knows it because he is weak to each delicate, deliberate touch his boyfriend lays upon his clenched thigh, so sweet and soft. But Yuuji can’t help the way his hips shift, and he is desperate to buck into the tentative touches. He won’t bend to Megumi’s will, though. He’ll muscle through this… maybe.
All he needs to focus on is eating these delicious waffles and not cumming in his pants like a loser.
“Is it good?” Megumi’s voice is so close it makes him jump, that warm breath fanning over his exposed shoulder. Megumi’s eyes are peering through those thick black lashes, eyes like the deep, dark ocean. Even if it is like a deep, dark ocean, mischief is easy to see in those ocean orbs as Megumi squeezes the fat of his thighs.
“M-Mhm,” Yuuji grins and gives his boyfriend a thumbs up with a wobbly edge to his grin. His lips try to pull down into a pleasured little frown, but he fights it. His eyes look past Megumi, and he finds his boyfriend’s plate empty; utensils are neatly settled on the dish.
“That’s good. Finish up and bring me your plate whenever you are done. If you can’t eat all of it, that’s fine. I’m going to go put the batter and fruit away,” Megumi stands up, looming over him slightly.
Since high school, Megumi has had multiple growth spurts, sitting at a cool six-foot-two, while Yuuji did not have that luxury, instead staying at his height of five-foot-eight. Which isn’t a bad height, and Yuuji doesn’t mind being shorter than Megumi. He likes the way his boyfriend looms over him slightly, and even though Yuuji is taller than the average man in Japan, he likes the way Megumi’s clothes swallow him whole.
Yuuji sighs and closes his thighs once more to roll against them before letting them fall open and instead focusing on the food in front of him. He can’t have this go to waste simply because he’s too aroused to think straight. And, well, he is, but he’s not going to let Megumi’s effort of love go to waste.
He picks up his fork again, gulping slightly as he takes his knife and cuts through the thick and fluffy waffle once more, making sure to get a good bit of whipped cream and fruit on his slice, taking it into his mouth after crafting yet another perfect, balanced bite and savoring the flavor.
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Megumi listens to Yuuji come up behind him, peering up at him before handing him his plate. It’s mostly clean, with a few scraps left. Megumi hums and pokes Yuuji’s foot with his own as he scrapes the scraps into the trash before dunking the plate into the soapy water, eyeing Yuuji to roll up his sleeve for him as he starts to clean the plate.
“Stay there,” Megumi hums, watching Yuuji tilt his head slightly like a lost puppy.
Cute.
“Okay?” Yuuji asks, clearly somewhat confused, but follows his gentle command. He leans back against the counter and starts to tap away at his phone as Megumi works to clean the plate, pulling it out of the suds and grimacing as suds slug off his wrists and hands. He hates the feeling of soap on his wrists, but he deals with it as he turns to load the dish into the dishwasher for a thorough wash after his cursory one.
Megumi turns on the faucet to wash his arms clean as the sink drains, gurgling in the background. After washing his arms, he turns the faucet off and hums as he is given a rag to dry them.
“Thank you, baby,” Megumi hums, tossing the rag down onto the opposite side of the counter before caging Yuuji against it. Yuuji stumbles a bit, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“M-Megumi?” Yuuji squeaks, his voice hitching an octave. He hugs his phone close to his chest like a lifeline. “Wh-Whaddya’ doin-?” Yuuji chokes out, but Megumi stops him in his tracks, placing his hands on Yuuji’s hips to pull him away from the counter enough to spin him around, now facing the counter.
“O-Oh, jeez,” Yuuji wheezes out, sock-clad feet scrabbling on the floor. Megumi stares down at Yuuji, who looks at him over his shoulder, his blush high on his cheeks. He’s so cute; he looks so edible.
Guess Megumi will just have to eat him.
“Put your phone down, Yuuji,” Megumi watches as Yuuji follows the command seamlessly, placing his phone off to the side, hands bracing themselves on the counter, waiting for another command. Arousal and submission swirl in those amber eyes, pink lashes fluttering gently.
“That’s a good boy,” Megumi hums, cock already starting to fill out in his boxers. He presses it against Yuuji’s ass, rolling his hips idly. “Now, bend.”
Yuuji hits the counter so hard that Megumi worries for a moment, but the gentle keen that comes out of Yuuji lets him know he won’t have to worry.
“That’s good, good boy,” Megumi hums, pressing his fingers into the pretty love handles on Yuuji’s side, his shirt still swallowing him whole. It still covers half of his ass, even bent over. Yuuji shakes under him at the praise, drinking it down like a sweet drink. “What should I do with you first?” Megumi wonders out loud, hearing Yuuji groan. “What do you want, baby?” Megumi asks, leaning over Yuuji and kissing his shoulder, grinding his cock between pert asscheeks.
“U-Uhnm…” Yuuji clearly has lost all inhibitions to think, but those pink eyebrows furrow hard as Yuuji struggles to find a single thought in that pretty head of his, amber eyes disappearing past fluttering pink lashes.
“Ea-Eat me out?” Yuuji asks finally, looking back at him and batting his lashes. Yuuji doesn’t even have to ask for anything more than that because Megumi will happily fulfill that wish.
“Your wish is my command, birthday boy,” Megumi grins, pulling back and kissing his way down Yuuji’s spine through his shirt before crouching down behind him. Yuuji has soaked through his boxers, slick clinging to the messy fabric. Megumi hums and squeezes Yuuji’s built thighs for a moment, kissing each of them before taking the waistband of Yuuji’s boxers between his fingers and pulling them down those pretty, hickey-covered legs.
Megumi hums when his favorite sight - past Yuuji’s face - is revealed to him. Yuuji’s cunt, dripping slick and bright pink. That gummy clit that he spent hours servicing last night sticks out, and the hood is still puffy from his handiwork.
“This wet from just some teasing…” Megumi breathes out, pulling Yuuji’s thighs apart and watching that sticky cunt spread open, clenching from the pull. His tongue licks over his lips, already anticipating the messiness of eating Yuuji out.
He wants his face to be dripping slick and Yuuji’s cunt to be a damn mess. He’ll be mopping the kitchen floor afterward, anyway.
“P-Please, ‘gumi, please,” Yuuji begs. It's such a sweet sound. Megumi loves the sound of it, and he would wait until Yuuji is a shaking mess from just being exposed to Megumi in such a lewd way, but it’s his boyfriend’s birthday.
The birthday boy gets what the birthday boy wants.
Megumi hums softly as he buries his face into Yuuji’s cunt, eyes going half-lidded as he licks a wet, starting stripe up Yuuji’s cunt. He catches the hood of Yuuji’s clit in the lick, making Yuuji breathe in harshly and push his hips up, following his tongue.
Yuuji tastes as sweet and salty as he did last night, and Megumi will never get enough.
“Taste so good,” Megumi grunts into Yuuji’s cunt, hands bracing on Yuuji’s hips before licking up once more, drinking down the slick that drips onto his tongue and into his mouth. “Can’t get enough,” Even though Megumi just ate, he eats Yuuji out like a starved man, huffing and grunting as he licks up every drip of slick with fervor unmatched.
Yuuji moans so prettily, never holding back. He’s learned long ago that Megumi loves to hear him moan. Plus, their apartment is completely soundproof. Thanks to their nice-paying jobs and a total score on an apartment, Yuuji can be as loud as he wants.
“O-Oh ggod, ‘gumi!” Yuuji sobs, overwhelmed and sounding so damn pretty. He watches Yuuji’s feet rise and fall, legs shaking as he stuffs his face deeper into that soft, dripping cunt, big hands resting on the backs of Yuuji’s thighs, bracing him and keeping him pinned against the counter. “T-That fe-feels,” Yuuji’s voice is bouncing around their kitchen, making Megumi huff and groan.
Megumi groans when his cock twitches in his sweatpants, fully hard and dripping. He’s sure he’s making an absolute mess of his boxers, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the way Yuuji bucks back against his face, and he can feel how that slick drips down his cheeks and collects on the underside of his chin. His tongue laps at the rivers of slick that are too much to drink down.
His hand stuffs down his pants, fingers splaying over the shaft of his cock through his boxers, groaning low in his throat at the pleasure that zips up his spine, like electricity conducting on a copper rod. His fingers drag up and down the shaft, thumb swirling around the head of his cock to build up the pleasure he feels in his core but to settle it as well.
His shoulders relax slightly as his fingers dig into the fat of Yuuji’s thigh, swiping his thumb across slick-covered hickeys from last night. They’ve gotten darker, which fills a vicious part of Megumi, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.
His hand pulls out of his pants after being thoroughly satiated for now, hand returning to Yuuji’s body. Instead of going back to bracing the back of Yuuji’s thigh, instead, he works his hand between Yuuji’s shaking legs and targets that soft, chubby clit.
It takes a moment as he refuses to pull away and use his eyes to guide his hand, instead prodding around aimlessly till his deft fingers find the nubby clit and swollen hood, pressing harshly on the both. His fingers pull Yuuji’s hood back to rub at the root of Yuuji’s clit, feeling him shake under his ministrations.
“A-Ahnh… Megumi! Fe-Feels so gu’d… c’cant ta-take more,” Yuuji sobs, voice shaking with the pleasure that Megumi provides for him, dragging his tongue up and down and fucking in into that dripping hole, feeling Yuuji clench around the tip of his tongue.
Megumi pulls back for a moment, sucking in a deep breath to fill his deprived lungs, groaning at the burn. His eyes flutter slightly as he licks away the copious amount of slick dripping from his lips, huffing slightly. “You can cum whenever you want, baby… Not gonna make you wait,” Megumi hums, returning to that soft, dripping cunt, fingers having never left that chubbing clit that fattens under his rolling fingers.
“M-Mghnf… please, please!;” Yuuji begs so prettily, toes curled against the hardwood floor as his legs shake hard. Yuuji always shakes so hard before his orgasm; it’s so cute. He always feels so good shaking and shivering when Megumi is fucking into him, letting Megumi know just how good he is doing. “Mmake me cum pl’se…” Yuuji’s words slur hard at the end of his sentence. Megumi huffs softly, blowing cold air over the expanse of Yuuji’s dripping cunt, watching him twitch at the sudden change of temperature.
“Your wish is my command,” Megumi hums out idly, leaning forward and returning to his ministrations.
His tongue swirls with a quicker, more fevered pace, licking up and down and feeling Yuuji shake and shiver hard. Yuuji’s moan hike octaves like it is their job, sounding so sweet and delectable to Megumi. He wishes he had a camera to record Yuuji’s moans because he would play the track over and over. Listen to Yuuji’s voice hitch and quiver as it gets more high-pitched because of Megumi.
All because of him.
God, that thought makes him shiver, cock throbbing in his pants hard, clearly wishing to be let out and be in Yuuji already, but he needs to give the birthday boy whatever he wants. If he asks to be fucked over the counter like nothing more than a two-bit whore, then Megumi will happily oblige.
Today is Yuuji’s day, and he’ll give the boy anything he wants.
“I-I’m!” Yuuji squeaks, thighs suddenly stopping in their violent shakes, going stock-stiff as they splay backward, calves knocking against Megumi’s knees. “C-Cum’ng…” A thunk sounds from above, which makes him worry for a moment, but the belting moan that rips out of Yuuji quells that worry.
Megumi groans as he feels Yuuji moan loudly, ripping through his entire body, cock tenting his boxers uncomfortably. His fingers don’t stop fiddling with his clit, and his tongue does not stop its path up and down Yuuji’s cunt while teasing the underside of that throbbing clit.
Yuuji’s orgasm rips through him just like the wordless screech does, slick slashing against Megumi’s mouth and dripping down his chin, making a mess of his pants and the floor. He almost regrets not pulling the little rug that sits in front of the sink over to be placed under Yuuji, but it’s fine. Megumi’s going to need to clean multiple places in their apartment anyway, so what’s one more mess?
“G-umi! Gumi, gumi-” Yuuji’s mindless slur of his name makes him groan loudly, rising up on his heels and shifting his hips to press his cock harder against the fabric of his boxers to try and get some sort of stimulation.
Megumi happily lets Yuuji grind back against his face and tongue, riding out his orgasm for as long as he wishes. Megumi simply braces and guides Yuuji’s hips back and forth in a mindless roll to give Yuuji as much pleasure as Megumi can.
Yuuji finally whines a hitched keen of overstimulation, which lets Megumi know he’s done. For now.
Yuuji goes boneless and slowly falls to the floor in a fucked-out heap. Megumi catches him by the sides of his body and helps him down till he’s in a little heap on the floor, back nestled against Megumi’s chest. Megumi slaps around the counter for the rag he used to dry his hands, free hand grabbing Yuuji’s jaw to tilt his head so Megumi can clean his face.
He wipes away all the spit and tears, watching Yuuji close his eyes and bask in the cleaning.
“Hhhaah, that was amazing,” Yuuji practically purrs like a cat as he drags the towel down his chin, cleaning the last of his spit up before tossing the rag back onto the counter to be dealt with later. “Thank you, ‘gumi,” That bright, sunny smile is pointed at him as Yuuji’s head still rests in his hand, fingers cupping his soft jaw effortlessly.
Megumi raises an eyebrow, rubbing his thumb across the expanse of Yuuji’s jaw and feeling the bone against his thumbpad. “You think we’re done, baby?” Megumi asks, slightly incredulous. His boyfriend - for lack of better words - is a bit of a slut. He’d do anything to get Megumi’s attention on him and only him. The number of times his phone has been - safely - tossed across the room or away from his reach has been far too many, and he’s lost count. Yuuji would do anything to garner his attention and have Megumi bend him over somewhere or make him see stars.
So, such a quick and easy session like that blows Megumi’s mind a bit.
“U-Uhm… yes?” Yuuji asks, tilting his head. “Y-You asked me what I wanted for my birthday n’ that’s what I asked for…? I-I thought that’s all I got,” Yuuji blinks up at him with big, curious amber eyes.
Megumi huffs softly and quickly spins Yuuji around, making him squeak. Yuuji’s lost balance long ago, unable to keep the little half-squat he was doing while leaning against Megumi, instead hitting the cabinet and sliding down it. Megumi shuffles closer, caging Yuuji in. Yuuji isn’t small, but Megumi is big. His figure has bulked up since high school, his shoulders are widening out, and his body is becoming more and more muscular.
“M-Megumi?” Yuuji squeaks as Megumi hikes up one of Yuuji’s legs to rest on his thigh, exposing that dripping and throbbing cunt to the cool kitchen air. Did he lower the thermostat for that exact reason?
Maybe.
Megumi’s hand travels down to settle on Yuuji’s warm thigh before flipping up the hem of the shirt his boyfriend is wearing and getting a better look at that dripping cunt. Yuuji gulps and presses against his chest, fingers tangling in his shirt.
“A-Ahn, ‘G-umi,” he squeaks, his face blushing as red as the strawberries he got up at the crack of dawn to buy at the farmer’s market. “Y-You don’-” Yuuji tries to squeak, clearly overwhelmed and trying to act like he doesn’t want it.
“Seriously, Yuuji? You don’t want me to fuck you till the only thing you can wheeze out is my name? Fill you till all that will swirl around in that pretty head of yours is how good you feel? You seriously don’t want that?” Megumi questions, watching the need swirl in those greedy amber eyes. Like a fish staring at a shaking lure, Megumi waits.
Oh, he waits. Yuuji is an easy beast to tame. He’ll give an inch, and Yuuji will beg for the mile.
“W-Well,” Yuuji huffs out, a little pout pulling at his lips. It’s so cute how easy Yuuji is. Like tuning an instrument, Megumi strums Yuuji with laughable ease. “W-When you put it that way…” Megumi stifles a chuckle, leaning down to tilt Yuuji’s face up with just his gaze. Yuuji follows like a dog following their owner’s finger.
“I told you earlier; this is your day, baby. You want anything, you get it,” Megumi reiterates, really drilling it into Yuuji’s skull this time. “From now until the clock strikes midnight, I’m at your beck and call,” Megumi purrs, looking through his lashes down at his boyfriend.
Yuuji’s blushing like a strawberry again, that dizzying look of lust shining in his eyes.
“S-Since I can ask for anything… kiss me?” Yuuji asks as if Megumi wouldn’t bend over backward to do anything to kiss Yuuji.
“Of course,” Megumi grins, leaning down to kiss Yuuji gently, feeling him hum against his lips. The hand that’s settled in the warm crook of Yuuji’s hip slides over a still-slick cunt, collecting a small bit of that wetness onto the pad of his thumb to roll that soft, chubbed clit under his finger.
His movements gain him a sweet, halted gasp against his lips, and Yuuji’s mouth pops open. Megumi takes his chance and slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss as his free hand - which is braced against the cabinet - pulls away to cup Yuuji’s jaw to pull his head up so Megumi can better deepen the kiss.
Yuuji tastes like strawberries and sweet, probably from the syrup on the waffles. Megumi wishes Yuuji could taste like this forever, and maybe he can if Megumi ups his game and cooks Yuuji waffles every morning.
Yuuji moans into his mouth, pulling away just slightly. Megumi wants to chance after him, but Yuuji looks like he has something to say.
“C-Can y-ou - nnnfh… - please, fuck me now?” Yuuji begs, looking up at him through thick pink lashes. Megumi groans, cock throbbing once more, ready for action.
“You do not have to ask me twice,” Megumi grins, making Yuuji moan happily as he leans down for one last kiss. Their foreheads knock together, but neither of them minds it.
“U-Uhm… can you just… hold me?” Yuuji asks, holding his arms out for Megumi. That's an odd ask, but Megumi isn’t going to pass up having his boyfriend in his arms. Pulling Yuuji away from the cabinet, he pulls him into his lap, leaning back to allow Yuuji to settle against his chest. A sweet, lingering sigh is let out of Yuuji’s mouth as he snuggles into his body, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Mm,” Yuuji purrs, “you are so warm, ‘gumi,” A little dewy smile slides onto plush, kiss-swollen lips as Megumi hums.
“Lean forward a bit, baby,” Megumi looks over Yuuji’s shoulder, tongue working its way out past his lips to settle there in concentration as he works the ties of his sweatpants open, fishing his cock out. His waistband of both his boxers and sweatpants are tucked under his balls to keep them there as a groan works its way up his throat as his cock is finally freed. Not to mention, Yuuji’s little lips are kissing up and down the collum of his throat, nipping here and there. Just like Megumi did last night, but more sweet and seductive. Megumi’s prowess for biting his boyfriend was to simply sink his teeth into supple flesh and leave his mark.
“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Megumi sighs, stroking himself slowly, slicking his shaft with the copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from his urethra. “You ready, my love?” Megumi asks, feeling Yuuji pull away from his neck from where he was sucking a hickey in his skin.
Those bright amber eyes are now darkened with lust, staring him down.
“Give it to me, Megumi,” Yuuji says, making a shiver run down Megumi’s back at the tone. Oh, he likes when Yuuji gets all demanding and huffy like this. “I want it bad,” A little lip wobble is all he needs, breathing out softly to try and reign himself in, even just a small bit.
“Lift your hips,” Megumi says, lining his cock up with Yuuji’s cunt, feeling Yuuji rut down with excitement. “That’s it, good boy… Now slow ,” Megumi hisses when Yuuji drops his hips a bit, tip swallowed up by his greedy, needy cunt. The fit is tight , but he doesn’t hear a hiss of pain from Yuuji. He’s still loose from last night, but even so, Yuuji’s always been naturally tight.
“Thaaat’s it,” Megumi groans, grinning softly as he kisses the exposed part of Yuuji’s shoulder, “you are doing so g–OD!” Megumi’s head rocks back as his mouth opens when Yuuji drops down, taking him to the root with little problem. The moan that rips out of his boyfriend is slightly overshadowed by his growls of unadulterated pleasure, eyes rolling up as Yuuji’s cunt spasms around his cock.
“Oh ggrrod,” Megumi grunts out, brows furrowing together hard to try and keep his composure, which he knows he is failing at. “Y-ou,” Megumi grits out, eyes unable to leave the ceiling in fear of them rolling back again.
“MM’sorry, co-couldn’t take it anymore… wanna feel you ins-ide!” Yuuji pants against his neck, warm breath fanning against his sweaty skin, hands stiff against the ground. “Y-You’re bulging my tum’y…” Yuuji giggles deliriously, making Megumi finally look down, using every bit of his willpower to keep his eyes from rolling up in pleasure once more. “S-So deep, ‘Gumi,” Yuuji’s lust-filled amber eyes meet his through fluttering pink lashes that clump together with overstimulated tears.
“Y-You are such a slut, you know that, right?” Megumi grunts out, licking over his teeth with his tongue, chest heaving for air.
Yuuji says nothing, instead nodding fervently as Megumi’s hands brace on Yuuji’s soft asscheeks, lifting him off his cock with pure strength. Yuuji squeaks when he’s slammed down, ass rippling under Megumi’s gripping fingers as he starts fucking into him. His hips fuck upward as he pulls Yuuji down, manhandling him with ease. Yuuji’s not heavy, at least not to Megumi.
“Hrrngh-” Yuuji lets out a sweet groan of pleasure as he’s bounced up and down, cunt clenching hard around his cock enough to pull the air out of him. Megumi’s chest heaves with exertion, arms working quick and steady, pulling and shoving Yuuji down over and over.
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Yuuji can barely see past the tears that drip down his face. He’s sure he’s looking like a hot mess right now, but he can’t help it. Megumi’s cock hits deep , deeper than most positions. It bullies its way in and out of his cunt, making him shake and writhe .
Megumi’s got a strong hold on him, and he’s sure his boyfriend won’t let go till he’s cumming around his cock. Maybe even after he cums, Megumi will keep fucking him till he’s nothing but a limp mess in the black-haired man's arms, drooling like a brain-dead slut. Yuuji can dream, oh , he can dream.
He dreams of Megumi getting past his reserves about fucking Yuuji in such a state and just pinning him down by his throat and using him till Yuuji can’t do anything but squeal and sob, clenching hard around that thrusting cock.
“S-Squeezing real tight there, Yuuji,” Megumi huffs, smacking his ass with a quick ‘thwap!’ before shoving him down again. “Thinkin’g about something?” Megumi grunts, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Yuuji shakes and drools because Megumi is so perceptive. Sometimes that’s a bad thing, but most times it’s good.
“A-Ah, j-jus’ thinking ab-about how good I feel,” Yuuji hiccups, lying a tad as his hand migrates to his tummy, pulling his shirt up to press at the prominent bulge shifting under his skin. Megumi’s thrusts stutter for a moment before picking up in pace once more, blowing hot air out of his mouth.
“That’s a lie, Yuuji,” Megumi huffs, seemingly unphased by fucking into Yuuji while he can’t even form a full sentence without stuttering at least twice. Yuuji gulps hard and squeezes around Megumi’s cock as he whines.
“I-I, uhm-” Yuuji whimpers out when Megumi slips deep, hitting against his cervix. It sents a ripple up his spine, mouth popping open, all thoughts going down the drain. His eyes water and roll back, shaking with a sudden impending orgasm.
“Grrgnh… you like that, Yuuji?” Megumi huffs, barely breaking through the thick cloud of static buzzing in his ears. He nods, feverish in his movements, as he rolls his hips down against the cock, kissing his cervix, feeling it press as deep as possible. He’s going to be bruised and shaking later on, but Yuuji doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind being bedridden and tended to.
He has Megumi to carry him around anyway—his personal chariot.
“H-eek!” Yuuji’s eyes pop wide, startled as he suddenly shifts in Megumi’s grasp. He’s turned around, the sensations of that thick cock rubbing against every inch of his cunt making him spasm hard , toes curling as his legs are pulled upward and hooked over Megumi’s arms.
“M-Megumi!” Yuuji squeals at the sudden shift in position, face burning at how raunchy the position is.
A full nelson.
Yuuji’s deepest desire.
“O-Oh, ggod—you,” Yuuji sputters out when he’s lifted off the ground and held into the air by his boyfriend's sheer strength. He has noticed Megumi’s been going to the gym more often, but Yuuji is not one to complain about his boyfriend’s muscles becoming more toned and prominent.
“H-Ho gggod ,” Yuuji groans, head tilting up toward their ceiling as he moans out loud. There’s no controlling his volume now, now that he’s gotten what he’s wanted for years . To be manhandled, used, fucked in whatever way someone decides.
Especially in a full nelson where Yuuji is wholly powerless.
“Thattt’s it,” Megumi huffs against his skin, breaths wafting over his sweaty skin. “Happy birthday, baby,” Megumi sounds so sweet, and yet so smug as Yuuji continues to shake and shiver with the way Megumi’s cock hits every good spot without even trying, with the thick ridge-like vein on the bottom of his cock rubbing up against his g-spot perfectly.
“P-Puh… lease , move,” Yuuji keens, head tilting to the side as tears drip down his face, teeth clenched. His cunt flutters around Megumi’s cock, trying to entice his boyfriend to move, toes curled tight enough that they crackle and snap. “C-Can’t, o-ngh… can’t wait-,” Yuuji whines out, eyes fluttering, threatening to close as pleasure consumes him. He feels easy like this, so easy that Megumi doesn’t even have to move to make him feel a world of pleasure start to light up and spark behind his eyes.
“Breathe, baby,” Megumi whispers, hands adjusting their grip under his knees, making Yuuji snap out of whatever daze he’s in and take a gulp of air big enough to make him nearly choke. He doesn’t know when he stopped breathing, but his body craves air just as much as it craves feeling that cock batter against his cervix. “You better now?” Megumi asks, all sweet and gentle with his words. Yuuji nods, desperate to show him he is good .
He is ready .
The first thrust comes out of nowhere, jostling him from where he had gone limp, head rolling against Megumi’s shoulder as his back bows outward, away from Megumi’s chest. Megumi’s cock hilts upward, hitting so deep it makes him gasp.
“Hhaargh… shit , we have to do this position again,” Megumi hisses, cheek squishing against his as he fucks Yuuji up and down, fingers pressing deep into his pale, sweaty flesh, which is bound to bruise. Yuuji loves it, though, knowing Megumi’s marking his body, even if he isn’t meaning to.
“Y-Yes, yes, oh god, yes !” Yuuji keens out, showing his frantic support at the use of this position again. Oh, he would love for Megumi just to pick him up and fuck him like a doll.
Those thoughts make him feel dizzy, cunt clenching hard around Megumi’s cock as he can feel his orgasm grip at his heels. He feels water-logged and heavy, back bowing even harder and toes splaying out. His cunt flutters hard, making Megumi stumble with his thrusts before fucking in deep once more, shattering Yuuji.
Like a glasshouse pelted with a rock, Yuuji shatters into a million pieces.
His vision blacks out, filled with static and bursting galaxies behind his eyelids. His orgasm strings him up and tears him apart, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. Yuuji can feel himself shake hard in Megumi’s arms, hiccups and moans dripping out of his mouth the same way spit runs down the side of his cheek and down the collum of his throat.
Megumi’s grunted swear floats through his ears, being jostled slightly as he’s fucked through his orgasm, cunt splattering with excess slick being forced out. He’s sure he’s made a mess of everything, but he’s not going to worry about that at all.
“K-Keep squeezing, baby, tha-that’s it,” Megumi’s voice is crackling with effort, head knocking gently against his. Megumi hasn’t stopped fucking into him even as Yuuji shakes and groans, hands coming up to cling to the back of Megumi’s soft, spiked hair. He threads his hands through the strands, clinging on for purchase as Megumi continues to thrust up into him. He’s not going to stop his boyfriend even when his cunt feels like it’s about to go numb with torrents of pleasure-pain because he wants Megumi to fuck up into him and fill his cunt with cum.
Yeah, Megumi’s earlier statement about him being a bit of a whore is correct…
“S-Shiit, ‘m close,” Megumi growls out, voice dropping slightly in octaves. The growl burns through him like a wildfire eating away at a dry bush; Yuuji burns . He burns and burns like a wick flickering out of control and catching the blinds on fire.
“C-Cum, c’m for me,” Yuuji slurs, and if he could, he’d put his hands together and beg. “ Please ,” Yuuji cries, head tipping back and moaning weakly into Megumi’s neck. Like a maiden tipping her head up to the sky and begging to a shrine, Yuuji would beg at Megumi’s feet if he could. Instead, he’s held in big, warm arms and fucked till he’s sobbing, overstimulation making him feel red-hot and achy. Still, a warmness fills him as Megumi groans loudly, mouth popping out with the gentle graze of teeth, making Yuuji unravel at the same time as Megumi.
Yuuji shrieks when he feels like he’s being possessed, floating above his possessed body and watching it thrash. His mouth is wrenched open by a loud, bellowing moan as he clenches down hard, cunt dripping with slick. A squirting orgasm was not what Yuuji had foreseen for his birthday, but he is not disappointed.
“Y-Yuuji! Yuuji, fuck, oh YUUJI!” Megumi’s loud voice bounces around the hollow cavern of his body, making him shake and shiver hard as he thrashes weakly in Megumi’s arms. Yuuji’s forced down on Megumi’s cock, hilting almost completely to the root of the man’s cock, but in the position they’re in, he can’t take it all.
It leaves room inside of Yuuji for a torrent of cum to flood, burning warmth being pumped into his veins. He always loves feeling Megumi cum inside of him. It’s his favorite thing in the whole wide world.
Past Megumi, of course. And sweets. And-
“Hnnfgh…” A low groan pulls him out of his broken mind, making him look to the side and wriggle a bit when those ocean-blue eyes are staring directly at him, making him shiver slightly. “Going down…” Megumi hisses, dropping down to sit on the floor once more, with Yuuji lying limp against his back. Yuuji loves it, feeling those warm hands slowly massage his legs as he sets them down, working out the little kinks and knots from the position.
“That was amazing, ‘Gumi,” Yuuji coos, looking up at his boyfriend and kissing the underside of his jaw. Megumi hums and kisses the top of his head, one hand rising up to grab Yuuji’s face and squish his cheeks before guiding his head back against it so Megumi can lay a kiss on his forehead.
“I’m glad you liked it, baby,” Megumi hums, squishing his cheeks and petting his body gently, lovingly. Yuuji loves it so much and loves the attention, a soft blush never washing off his skin as he allows himself to be peppered with kisses and have his body rubbed gently.
“You know what would make it even better…?” Yuuji asks, hands bracing on Megumi’s thighs to turn himself around, face crinkling in pleasure as his cunt molds once more to the slight curve of Megumi’s cock, cum starting to drip out of him.
“Hm?” Megumi raises an eyebrow, placing his hands on Yuuji’s hips, rubbing languid circles theres. “What would make this day even better for you, birthday boy?” Megumi asks, tilting his head slightly, eyes never leaving Yuuji. He feels shy now, gulping down his nerves as he picks at the shirt he’s wearing, rolling the hem between his fingers.
“I-If you, uhm!” Yuuji squeaks when Megumi leans close, their noses touching. “U-U…” Yuuji’s voice loses strength as he stares into those deep blue eyes that look like they want to find every secret and desire floating around his head.
“If I?” Megumi says, raising both eyebrows this time as Yuuji flounders, gulping harder. “You can ask for anything, baby. Of course, there are some things I’ll say to, but you already know those no’s,” Megumi pokes at his side, making him grunt softly.
“I-If you…! Uhm! Used me…” Yuuji puts his hands out in front of him, wanting the ground to swallow him up. “A-And didn’t stop,” Yuuji squeaks, hands flapping open and close as he exudes nerves. He’s always up for asking Megumi about trying new things, but Megumi’s always been reserved in this area. Like he doesn’t want to break Yuuji even though he wants to be broken.
“Oh?” Megumi says, tilting his head, looking like he’s thinking about it. Yuuji doesn’t want to make Megumi uncomfortable and make him do something even if it’s his birthday.
“Y-ou really don’t have to if you- GNK-” Yuuji can feel all the air in his lungs be forced out when his throat is gripped and he’s shoved to the ground, mouth opening in a silent scream.
Oh. Oohhh ggod .
“Oh, I want to, baby,” Megumi grins above him, adjusting his stance to get up on his calves instead of his legs being splayed out. Yuuji hangs off Megumi’s cock, huffing and gasping for air under the sturdy hand resting on his throat.
“Your wish is my command, birthday boy,” Megumi purrs, so loving and yet so dangerous .
Oh, Yuuji is making a monster out of Megumi.