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Yuuji was not the type of person to back away from a misson, no matter how dangerous it was.

And it seemed fine, really. Most of the missions they were sent on were pretty manageable. During the past three years of school, they had encountered all sorts of special-grade curses, along with every kind of evil that humanity was capable of. Curse users attempting to steal cursed objects. Cursed spirits threatening civilians. Cultists using the names of ancient religions to carry out massacres. All sorts of crazy situations.

So Yuuji was pretty much desensitized to most things. It wasn't that he thought he was invincible. He was just used to it.

But he’d be lying if he said he expected to end up crammed into a dusty, decrepit storage closet, barely breathing because there was a special-grade curse lurking right outside the door.

It had all gone sideways fast.

The mission had seemed straightforward when they first arrived.

“Scout the building, assess the situation, and report back if it’s beyond your ability,” Gojo said, waving them off with his usual, infuriatingly nonchalant grin.

"Yeah, no problem," Yuuji agreed with a grin of his own, already stretching his legs, ready for whatever might come. It was just a building. How bad could it be?

Megumi just grunted, though with considerably less enthusiasm. And to be fair, he wasn't wrong. A quick sweep of the area revealed nothing that screamed "special grade," just an abandoned building covered in old papers and forgotten boxes, the kind of place that would make any normal person uncomfortable. Perfect for a quick scout, right?

Wrong.

It wasn’t until they’d gone two floors up and passed through an abandoned office that they felt it. That sickening, heavy weight in the air. A feeling Yuuji had come to associate with curses that were a little too powerful to mess with. The kind of thing you were supposed to run away from.

He had just enough time to turn and grab Megumi's hand, pulling him toward the nearest exit, before it appeared. A massive, hulking shadow in the shape of a bear, with a head shaped like a bird. Its entire body was coated in long, stringy black hair, and it had claws almost as long as Yuuji's entire arm. It had appeared behind them, blocking the only exit, its yellow eyes glowing in the dim light.

And then, it attacked.

Yuuji had barely enough time to process what had happened—Megumi’s quick command to summon his shikigami, the hiss of their cursed beasts as they fought against the bear-like creature, and the roar of fury as the creature slammed its massive claw into the ground, sending debris flying.

The fight had been chaotic. Megumi was quick on his feet, his shikigami tearing at the creature’s form, but they were both running low on cursed energy. If they kept this up, there was a chance the special-grade curse would win, and the last thing they wanted was to die here.

The thing wasn’t particularly fast, though. That was their advantage.

So no, they didn’t end up as ragdolls in the creature’s claws. They fought back. The curse’s lack of speed worked against it, and in the end, they managed to bring it down—tired and bloodied, but victorious.

The special-grade curse lay defeated, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing.

Now, you might be asking yourself, What does this have to do with hiding in a closet?

And, that is the issue.

Because as it turned out, while Yuuji and Megumi had done a damn good job taking down the bear-bird curse, they had seriously underestimated the amount of fuckery that the mission had in store for them.

You see, there had been a second special-grade curse.

Sure, this one didn't seem as smart as the bear-bird curse, but it was still a big fucking problem. Especially considering the fact that both Yuuji and Megumi were already drained after their earlier fight.

The curse was some sort of weird, amorphous blob with a mouth filled with shark-like teeth, and it was currently chasing them down a long hallway. It was moving far faster than something that large should have been able to move, and if either of them stumbled, they would be devoured.

The good news was that the blob didn’t have very much going for it, aside from its terrifying teeth. The bad news was that they were still running on fumes.

In short, it wasn't looking great.

Yuuji felt a wave of panic wash over him.

Fuck. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Luckily, intellect-wise, Megumi was always ahead of the curve. In the few moments it took for Yuuji to realize what was happening, Megumi was already pushing open a door and hauling them both inside.

The room was small and dusty, a tiny, dilapidated office with a rickety desk and a chair so broken it looked like it would collapse under the weight of a pencil. There was barely enough space for both of them, and the door creaked loudly when Megumi slammed it shut.

The curse's footsteps (or were they slithers?) were coming closer.

Megumi was already moving, grabbing Yuuji's arm and tugging him towards the corner farthest from the door. There was a large wardrobe pushed against the wall, the kind of thing a schoolteacher would use to store their lesson plans and textbooks. It was old and dusty, but at least it provided some cover.

"Get in!" Megumi ordered.

Yuuji didn't argue, just let himself be shoved inside the wardrobe. He figured there wasn't any room for modesty, and the thought was confirmed when Megumi crawled in after him, squeezing between Yuuji and the back wall of the wardrobe, his knees pressing against Yuuji's thigh.

They were packed together like sardines.

"This is... cozy," Yuuji said awkwardly.

"Shut up," Megumi hissed, and Yuuji obeyed.

He could feel the heat radiating off of Megumi's body, his heart beating faster than normal. He was sure his own heart was beating just as quickly. The adrenaline was making his head swim.

Megumi's breathing was shallow, and his skin was flushed. Yuuji could see a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"We need to stay hidden until we gather enough energy to fight again," Megumi whispered.

"Yeah," Yuuji replied. "Shouldn't we call someone, though? Like Gojo-sensei?"

"And what would we tell him?" Megumi asked, his voice laced with frustration. "That we were stupid enough to get into a fight we couldn't handle? No. I'm not letting him laugh at me."

Yuuji figured it was probably not his place to explain that Gojo was going to find out anyway, and that he would prefer they be alive and embarrassed to dead.

"Right, then," Yuuji said.

They sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the building, the wind whistling through the gaps in the walls, the creak of floorboards and the rustle of old papers. Yuuji could feel Megumi's breath on his neck, his heartbeat pounding against Yuuji's back. It was warm inside the wardrobe, the air heavy and humid.

Okay, Yuuji supposed there was another problem.

There were many things that were difficult about being a young adult—the fact that no one took you seriously, the way you had no idea what you were doing with your life, the way people tended to look down on you.

But the hardest thing, in Yuuji's opinion, was the fact that no matter how old you were, the most basic parts of your body were still wired to do exactly what you didn't want them to.

He knew, for example, that his brain would not stop interpreting the pressure of Megumi's body against his as pleasurable, regardless of how much he was begging it to shut up. And, more importantly, he knew that his brain would keep telling his dick to do its own thing, no matter how much he tried to will it down.

The result was that, well, Yuuji was pretty much hard as a rock.

It was the worst possible timing. He was trying to keep his breathing steady, his mind focused on staying alert, his body relaxed. He needed his blood flowing somewhere other than his dick, or else, the special grade would be the least of his problems.

Megumi's face was still buried in the crook of his neck, his breath warm on Yuuji's skin, and every time he exhaled, Yuuji's erection twitched.

Megumi shifted his weight, and his thigh brushed against Yuuji's cock.

Yuuji's heart stopped.

Megumi didn't move, didn't make a sound. He didn't even pull away. But his body tensed up, and he inhaled sharply. He definitely felt it.

Yuuji froze, his body going rigid. His heart was beating so loudly, he was afraid the sound would give them away. He could feel Megumi's chest pressed against his back, could hear his breathing, slow and even.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, neither of them moving.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Megumi shifted again. This time, he slid his leg in between Yuuji's thighs.

It was a small movement, but the friction of Megumi's pants against his sensitive skin sent a bolt of pleasure through Yuuji's body. His breath caught, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound.

What was Megumi doing? That was a coincidence, right?

But then, Megumi moved again, shifting his leg slightly, rubbing against Yuuji's erection. It wasn't a big movement, just a slight shift in position, but the sensation was enough to make Yuuji's toes curl.

Fuck. Was Megumi doing this on purpose?

Yuuji's mind raced.

On the one hand, this could be a serious problem. The last thing they needed was for Yuuji's body to decide it was the best time ever to have a sex drive. What if the curse managed to smell his boner, and then ate them both because it thought they were weirdos? That would be terrible.

On the other hand, Yuuji had a really, really good imagination. And maybe he had a tiny bit of a kink for danger. Just a tiny bit. So really, who could blame him for thinking that, yeah, maybe having Megumi this close, his hands and legs all over Yuuji's body, might not be the worst thing in the world.

And maybe, if he just shifted his hips a little, moved his leg so that it pressed right against Megumi's, he'd be able to feel—

Megumi inhaled sharply.

Shit. Fuck.

Okay. So, Megumi was getting hard too. That was... Well, it was certainly unexpected. Yuuji could feel the bulge of Megumi's erection pressing against his thigh, and his whole body seemed to burn with heat.

He felt dizzy.

Okay. Okay. Think, Yuuji. Don't freak out. You have a choice here. You can either sit here in awkward silence, trying not to move, and wait for this to go away, or...

Well, he could do something else. Something that involved actually acknowledging the fact that his dick was hard, and that his best friend's dick was also hard.

But it seemed like Megumi also had something else in mind, because, just as Yuuji was weighing the pros and cons of his options, he felt Megumi's lips brush against his neck, the movement most definitely intentional.

Yuuji's breath hitched, and he froze.

Megumi didn't stop.

His tongue traced a line down Yuuji's neck, then his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his collarbone. Yuuji shivered, his whole body responding to the touch.

He should have stopped this. He should have told Megumi to cut it out. He should have pulled away and gone back to ignoring his boner, like a normal person. But instead, he tilted his head, allowing Megumi better access, his eyes fluttering closed.

It was all the permission Megumi needed.

His hands moved to Yuuji's hips, gripping him tightly as his mouth trailed down Yuuji's throat. The gentle bites and licks quickly became more insistent, and Yuuji knew that they had to be silent, he really did, but Megumi's mouth was working him into a frenzy, and the only way he could keep himself from crying out was by biting down on his lip.

Megumi still hadn't said a word, but he didn't need to. His hands were doing all the talking, and they were very, very good at their job.

Yuuji wasn't sure when it had happened, but his shirt had somehow come untucked from his pants, and Megumi's fingers were sliding underneath, his nails scraping along the sensitive skin of Yuuji's hipbones. It felt so fucking good, and it was taking all of Yuuji's self-control not to moan.

"Fushiguro," Yuuji breathed, his voice hoarse.

Megumi pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Yuuji's. His expression was intense, his pupils blown wide with desire, his cheeks flushed. He looked like he wanted to devour Yuuji, and fuck, Yuuji wanted to let him.

"Shut up," Megumi murmured, his voice low and rough. "Just, just don't say anything."

And then, his lips were on Yuuji's, hot and demanding, and Yuuji could taste the desperation in the kiss. He didn't think about what would happen when this was over, when they were no longer pressed against each other, hiding from a curse, and he could breathe again. He didn't think about how Megumi might regret this, how they'd have to deal with the aftermath.

All he could think about was the way Megumi's lips were soft like velvet, the way his body was solid and strong, the way his hands were rough and skilled. He didn't care that they were in a shitty, dilapidated building, and the air was filled with dust and mildew. He didn't care that the ground was littered with debris and old papers, or that there was a terrifying special grade curse lurking outside.

All he cared about was the way Megumi's tongue licked its way into his mouth, all hot and wet and hungry, the way his teeth grazed Yuuji's bottom lip, first gently, and then more insistently.

He must have made some sort of noise, because Megumi's hand was suddenly on his throat, his fingers wrapping around Yuuji's neck, and he could feel the pressure against his skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Wanna get us killed, idiot?" Megumi whispered, his voice rough and strained.

Yuuji wasn't sure how to respond, but apparently his body did, because he could feel his hips moving, thrusting up against Megumi's leg. It was instinctual, his body searching for friction, and he didn't even care if Megumi would mock him for it later.

He heard Megumi chuckle softly, his breath warm against Yuuji's ear, and then his hand was on Yuuji's thigh, pushing his legs apart, and Yuuji was helpless to resist.

Megumi's fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh, tracing along the seam of his pants, and Yuuji's whole body seemed to vibrate with the anticipation.

And then, Megumi's hand was on his cock, his fingers tracing the outline of Yuuji's erection through his pants.

"Fushiguro..."

"Quiet," Megumi murmured, his voice low and rough, his breath hot on Yuuji's ear.

There wasn't a lot of space in the closet, so it was almost impossible for the two of them to get comfortable. But somehow, Megumi had managed to find a way to maneuver them both so that Yuuji's back was pressed against the wall, his knees drawn up, and his legs spread wide, giving Megumi enough room to slip his hand inside the front of Yuuji's pants.

What the fuck was happening?

The moment his fingers made contact with Yuuji's cock, the world seemed to freeze. Time stopped. Yuuji's mind went blank, and his entire body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat.

Megumi was touching him. Fushiguro Megumi. His friend, his teammate, his classmate. He was touching Yuuji's cock. And fuck, it felt good.

"Oh," Yuuji breathed, the sound escaping from his lips before he could stop it.

Megumi's thumb swiped across the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that was already leaking, and Yuuji couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

He didn't know if the sound was loud enough to attract the attention of the special grade curse, and he didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Megumi's hand on his cock, the way his fingers gripped him, stroking him in long, firm strokes, and the way his teeth were biting into his shoulder, his breath hot against Yuuji's skin.

In retrospect, he probably should have been concerned about the special grade curse. After all, it had taken the two of them by surprise earlier, and there was no telling what kind of damage it could do if it found them. But, well, it was a little hard to think straight when someone's hand was on your dick.

Luckily, Megumi was a tad bit more rational than Yuuji, and his hand was suddenly covering Yuuji's mouth, stifling his moans.

"You're going to get us killed" Megumi hissed.

And, well, what happened next was not really Yuuji's fault. Or maybe it was. Who knows?

In any case, Yuuji might had just discovered a new kink, and it involved Megumi's palm over his mouth, and the fact that, oh, Megumi could be a little bit mean, and also a bit controlling, and maybe, just maybe, that turned Yuuji on more than he was willing to admit.

So, maybe Yuuji's tongue slipped between Megumi's fingers, and maybe the tip of it traced the line of his palm. And maybe, just maybe, Yuuji liked the way it made Megumi shudder.

Megumi's other hand stilled for a moment, his grip on Yuuji's cock tightening, and the sound he made was half-pleasure, half-frustration.

Oh, yeah. Yuuji definitely gave himself away.

And now, he was going to pay for it.

The thing about Megumi was that, yes, he could be a bit of a stick in the mud, and sometimes, he was so focused on training, so serious about being a sorcerer, that it felt like the fun had been sucked out of him.

But he had his moments, too.

Moments when his eyes got that sharp look, like a hunter spotting its prey. Moments when his movements were quick and efficient, like a predator pouncing on its victim. Moments when the air seemed to crackle with electricity, and it felt like his gaze was burning into your skin.

Moments when you realized that Fushiguro Megumi might have seemed cold and distant, but his touch was hot and searing, and the intensity in his eyes made you feel like you were the center of his world.

And, well, when Megumi raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, Yuuji felt like the prey that was caught in the wolf's gaze.

"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" Megumi murmured.

And, fuck. That was a voice that could make angels weep, and a face that could make the devil himself blush.

In the end, there was no saving the situation.

Megumi was going to do exactly what he wanted, and Yuuji was going to let him.

The hand on his mouth shifted, the fingers spreading so that Megumi could hook his index and middle finger into Yuuji's mouth. The tips of his fingers were pressing down on his tongue, and the way they slid in and out, the way the digits pushed down against his palate, had Yuuji's brain short-circuiting.

Fuck. Was that even a thing? Could people get turned on by the feeling of fingers in their mouth?

Well, if it wasn't a thing before, it certainly was a thing now, because Yuuji was pretty sure his eyes were rolling back into his head, and his breathing was starting to become erratic.

Megumi seemed to decide to resume his previous activity, which involved stroking Yuuji's cock. However, the rhythm he set this time was faster, more aggressive, and he had a look on his face like he was enjoying the way Yuuji was squirming under his touch.

Yuuji could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure coiling low in his stomach, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips up, trying to match Megumi's pace. He could feel the wetness of his saliva on Megumi's fingers, the sensation of them moving in and out of his mouth, and the combined sensations were driving him wild.

It didn't take long before Yuuji was teetering on the edge, his body tensing up, his breath hitching, and his toes curling. Megumi's grip on his cock tightened, his fingers sliding across the sensitive skin, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

Yuuji didn't stand a chance.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, the pleasure washing over him in waves, and he was pretty sure he blacked out for a few seconds.

Megumi seemed to take the matter of ensuring their survival very seriously, because the moment Yuuji was back in his senses, the fingers inside his mouth were clamping down on his tongue, effectively cutting off his cries.

His orgasm seemed to last forever, his body trembling with pleasure, and he could feel his release spilling over Megumi's hand, his cum dripping down onto the closet floor.

It was an eternity before he came back down, his breath ragged and his body limp. He was vaguely aware of Megumi withdrawing his hand, and the way he was wiping the sticky mess on Yuuji's shirt, which was already pretty much ruined anyway.

Yuuji's head was spinning, and he had a vague sense that the situation was probably not over, but the feeling was so foreign, so strange, that his body couldn't seem to process it.

It took him a few moments to realize that Megumi was still touching him, his fingers tracing along the length of his softening cock, his movements gentle and slow.

He could feel his body responding to the touch, the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through him, and he knew he should probably be embarrassed by how sensitive he was, but Megumi's hands were so fucking skilled, and the feeling was exquisite.

The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, the air thick with tension, and Yuuji had the vague thought that they were in a closet, hiding from a curse, and his dick was hanging out, and he had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, and this was absolutely not the right time to be thinking about the implications of the whole situation.

He was just thinking about how he should probably return the favor, maybe offer to get Megumi off, when a loud crash sounded from the room outside.

Megumi and Yuuji exchanged a glance.

"The curse," Yuuji whispered.

"Yeah," Megumi replied, his voice quiet. "I think we should probably—"

Another crash, this time accompanied by a growl.

"Get your dick in your pants, and get ready to fight," Megumi hissed.

Wow. That was a sentence Yuuji did not ever expect to hear from Fushiguro Megumi.

Not that he was complaining.

"Okay," Yuuji breathed.

As quietly as possible, they managed to pull their pants up, and rearrange their clothes.

The growling outside grew louder, and the smell of the curse's cursed energy was starting to fill the room. But luckily their little... break... had helped them gather some cursed energy, and their bodies were finally able to handle it again.

Megumi's hand was on the door, and he turned back, meeting Yuuji's gaze.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

And then, the door was flung open, and they were charging into the fray.

-

Once the curse was taken care of, the two of them stared at each other in awkward silence.

The special grade curse had been tougher than anticipated, but they had managed to defeat it. And now, the two of them were standing outside the building, covered in sweat, dirt, and, in Yuuji's case, a whole lot of cum.

"So," Megumi said, his expression guarded.

"So," Yuuji replied, his tone equally cautious.

There was a long pause.

Were they going to talk about this? Was it even something that could be talked about? It seemed like an incredibly inappropriate time and place to be discussing the details of their impromptu sexual encounter.

Megumi coughed. "We should probably, uh, get back."

"Yeah," Yuuji agreed. "We should."

They both stood there, neither one making a move.

It was probably better this way. Not to talk about it. To just pretend it didn't happen.

And yet, Yuuji's mind was filled with a million questions, and he could see the same curiosity reflected in Megumi's eyes.

They'd both been in stressful situations before, and they'd never had this reaction. So what made this time different? What was it about the danger, the fear, the uncertainty, that had turned them both on so much?

And, the question Yuuji was really thinking: Would they ever do it again?

Because, fuck, that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

Megumi finally seemed to shake himself out of his stupor, and he gestured towards the exit.

"Ijichi-san is probably worried. We should go."

"Yeah," Yuuji replied. "We should."

With a nod, the two of them started walking.

Neither one of them spoke for the rest of the journey home.

-

The drive back to Jujutsu High was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

When they told him about the two special grades, Ijichi nearly had a heart attack, and he insisted that the two of them go straight to Shoko to be checked out. And, well, considering the blood and dirt that was covering them both, it probably wasn't a bad idea.

So, after a quick visit to the infirmary (Yuuji was careful to keep his shirt on for the visit, even though it was pretty much ruined anyway) the two of them were finally given a clean bill of health, and were sent back to their rooms.

Yuuji didn't particularly enjoy smelling like curse gunk, so he decided to take a shower. A long, hot shower.

He didn't want to think about what had happened earlier. He didn't want to think about the way Megumi's tongue had felt on his skin, the way his hands had gripped his hips, the way his fingers pressed down on his tongue. He didn't want to think about the sounds he had made, the way his body had trembled with pleasure, the way he had lost control.

Most of all, he didn't want to think about whether or not they'd ever do it again.

So, he did what any normal, healthy teenager would do. He stepped under the spray in the communal showers, and immediately reached for his cock.

Yuuji wasn't normally a fan of masturbating in the communal showers. He much preferred the privacy of his own room. But, well, his dick was already hard, and he figured that a little self-love might help take his mind off the events of the day.

His movements were slow and deliberate, and he kept his eyes closed, his head tilted back, letting the water run over his face.

In the past, when he had masturbated, he had always thought of the generic type of person. A sexy movie star, or a busty girl from his high school. But now, the images in his head were very specific. They were dark and messy, and involved a certain someone with a very intense gaze.

He remembered the way Megumi's voice had sounded, the way his fingers had wrapped around Yuuji's throat, the way his thumb had pressed down on his pulse point. He remembered the heat of his body, the way he had bitten down on Yuuji's shoulder, his breath warm and wet. He remembered the feeling of his erection against his thigh, the way his body had reacted to Yuuji's.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, and his eyes flew open, his movements coming to a halt.

The door had opened and closed quickly, but it had been enough for him to recognize the figure who had entered.

Fuck.

In retrospect, it figured, Yuuji thought. After all, Megumi would probably want a shower too, considering they'd both gotten quite filthy earlier.

"Oh."

It was the sound of a voice that made Yuuji jump, and he turned to see Megumi standing there, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

Well, shit.

The two of them stared at each other, neither one moving.

After a moment, Yuuji's brain finally seemed to catch up with the situation, and he quickly removed his hand from his cock, his cheeks burning.

"Sorry, Fushiguro, I'll just..." Yuuji trailed off, gesturing to the showers.

Megumi continued to stare at him, his expression inscrutable.

Yuuji wasn't sure what was happening, but he was pretty sure his face was turning red, and he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Megumi's gaze.

"What were you thinking about?" Megumi asked, his voice low.

Yuuji's mind went blank. "What?"

Megumi took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Yuuji's. "Before I came in. What were you thinking about?"

And, well, if Yuuji's face wasn't already bright red, it certainly was now.

"Um," Yuuji managed.

Megumi arched an eyebrow. "Was it me?"

Yuuji swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Because, you know, if it was," Megumi continued, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone. "I might have some ideas about that."

Yuuji's brain seemed to have short-circuited, and he wasn't entirely sure he was still breathing.

"So," Megumi murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Want some company?"

The word "yes" was out of Yuuji's mouth before he could even think about it.

A slow, almost predatory smile spread across Megumi's lips, and he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly and deliberately.

The sight was almost too much for Yuuji's already overworked brain, and he had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop himself from making a sound.

But when Megumi's hand moved to his pants, the belt unbuckled, the button popped, and the zipper pulled down, Yuuji's brain finally kicked into gear, and he realized that this was really happening.

The air seemed to crackle with tension, the anticipation almost too much for him to handle.

Megumi was in front of him now, his shirt discarded on the floor, his pants and boxers following soon after. Yuuji was fairly certain his brain had stopped working, because all he could focus on was the sight of Megumi's naked body, the lean muscle, the pale skin, the dusting of dark hair across his chest, and, oh god, his dick, which was very hard and very impressive.

Then, Megumi stepped under the spray, his eyes never leaving Yuuji's, and he reached for him, pulling him close.

And, well, the sensation of their bodies touching was almost too much for him, because, fuck, they were actually doing this, and his brain was still trying to process the fact that Megumi had just stripped naked, and now he was here, and they were both hard, and—

"Come here," Megumi murmured, his voice low and rough, and Yuuji felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

The moment their lips touched, Yuuji knew he was a goner.

Megumi kissed like he did everything else, with a single-minded focus, and a determination that was almost overwhelming. His lips were soft and full, and the feel of his mouth on Yuuji's was like a drug.

They were both already naked, so there was nothing left to remove. Their hands were free to roam, and they did, exploring the lines of each other's bodies, the curves and dips, the planes and valleys.

Yuuji wasn't sure who had deepened the kiss, but soon, their tongues were sliding against each other under the stream of water, and he was tasting Megumi's mouth, the sweet flavor filling his senses.

Megumi's hand was gripping the back of his neck, his fingers digging into his skin, and Yuuji was pretty sure the feeling was going to leave a bruise, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything except the feeling of Megumi's body against his, the taste of his mouth, the sound of his breathing.

And then, Megumi's teeth were scraping along his jaw, the sharp edges catching on his skin, and the feeling was electric, the pleasure-pain causing him to gasp.

Yuuji's eyes fluttered closed, and his head fell back, the sensation making him delirious. And, Megumi took the opportunity to lick a stripe down the column of his throat, and bite down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Fuck, Yuuji thought. If Megumi was a wolf, then Yuuji was his prey, and he was ready to be devoured.

Megumi's grip was tight, and the feeling of his teeth against his skin made him feel cornered, causing a moan to escape his lips.

"Your loud mouth could have got us killed earlier," Megumi murmured, his lips ghosting over the shell of Yuuji's ear. "You should really learn how to keep quiet."

And, normally, Yuuji would have had some kind of remark to that. Like, 'Hey, you were the one who decided to shove your hands down my pants in a stuffy old closet.' But, well, that was when Megumi's tongue was lapping at the sensitive spot below his ear, and his mind was turning to mush.

Yuuji's hand found its way to the back of Megumi's head, his fingers threading through the dark, damp locks, and he was pretty sure he was losing his sanity.

Megumi's lips were moving down his neck now, his tongue tracing a line along his collarbone, and then his teeth were nipping at the skin, and Yuuji was pretty sure his brain was leaking out of his ears.

"You know, we could probably get more use out of that mouth," Megumi murmured, his voice low and husky, and, holy shit, was he suggesting what Yuuji thought he was suggesting?

Before he could ask, Megumi's fingers were tracing along his bottom lip, and the touch was so light, so feather-like, that Yuuji almost didn't feel it. But then, the tip of Megumi's thumb was slipping between his lips, the pad pressing down on his tongue, and Yuuji felt his entire universe implode.

And, well, if his brain was short-circuiting before, now it was basically a puddle of goo, because holy fucking shit, that was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"Yeah, that mouth will definitely do," Megumi whispered, his tone almost reverent, and his fingers were pulling away, only to be replaced by his lips.

The kiss was soft and tentative, and it made Yuuji's head spin. It was a far cry from the rough, urgent kisses they'd shared earlier, and it felt almost tender, in a way.

And, for a moment, Yuuji wondered if he'd fallen into a dream, if this whole situation was some elaborate fantasy his horny brain had concocted.

But then, Megumi was pulling back, his eyes meeting Yuuji's, and there was something in his gaze, a mix of lust and desire and need, that was so raw, so powerful, that it made his knees weak.

"Well?" Megumi murmured. "I'm waiting."

Yuuji stared at him for a moment, his mind trying to process the words. Megumi just asked him to suck him off. That was a thing that happened. Right?

"Fuck, don't make me beg," Megumi muttered.

Now, Yuuji's brain was officially broken.

Because, was Fushiguro Megumi, resident stoic, always-in-control badass, actually asking him, Yuuji, a nobody from Sendai, to suck his dick?

Megumi sighed. "Look, if you're not into it, that's fine, but—"

And, okay, yeah, he was into it. Like, so fucking into it.

Yuuji had never given a blowjob before, but, well, there was a first time for everything, right?

He sank to his knees, the water from the shower beating down on his back, and Megumi's breath hitched as he watched him, his gaze never leaving Yuuji's face.

Megumi's erection was right there, in his face, and it was so hard, and so thick, and so fucking tempting, and Yuuji didn't know where to start. So, he did the first thing that came to mind, which was to place a hand around the base of the shaft, and slide his mouth over the tip.

"Fuck," Megumi groaned, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

And, well, Yuuji would have said something in response, but, well, his mouth was currently occupied.

The feeling of having his lips stretched around Megumi's cock was... new, to say the least. But it wasn't unpleasant, and, judging from the sounds that Megumi was making, he was doing something right.

He started moving his head, trying to figure out the best way to do this. He used his hand at the base, and his tongue to tease the slit, and was rewarded with a low moan from Megumi.

Yuuji looked up, his gaze meeting Megumi's, and he was greeted by the sight of Megumi looking down at him, his face flushed, his pupils blown wide.

"That feels so good," Megumi breathed. "Fuck, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth."

Okay, so, apparently Megumi was a dirty talker. Noted.

The praise was definitely doing things to Yuuji, and his own erection was almost painful now, the throbbing ache demanding attention. But he ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. Or, well, the task in his mouth.

He tried taking as much of Megumi's length into his mouth as he could, and was surprised when the tip hit the back of his throat. He never really considered the lack of a gag reflex to be an asset, but, in this situation, it was proving quite useful.

Megumi's hands were reaching out, threading through his hair, his fingers gripping the pink strands, and the pressure was sending tingles down his spine.

The water from the shower was still beating down on them, and the steam was filling the air, making it difficult to breathe. But the sensation was almost euphoric, and the room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet noises of Yuuji's mouth on Megumi's cock.

"Fuck, Yuuji," Megumi groaned, his voice low and strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

Yuuji was fairly certain that the compliment would have made his face turn bright red, but, well, the blood was currently elsewhere.

His movements were becoming more confident now, and he could tell that Megumi was enjoying it, judging from the moans and gasps that were coming out of his mouth. But, Megumi seemed to also be losing his composure, his hands clenching and unclenching in Yuuji's hair, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into Yuuji's throat.

And, yeah, Yuuji was getting off on this, on the feeling of Megumi's length pulsing between his lips, the sounds of his moans filling the air.

Megumi was practically shaking now, his thighs trembling, and his breathing was ragged. Yuuji's head was being held in place by his hands, and his fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, the grip almost painfully tight.

"Oh, fuck," Megumi groaned, his voice cracking. "I'm going to—"

The words were cut off by a loud moan, and then Megumi's body was shuddering, and he was spilling his load down Yuuji's throat.

The sensation was surprising, and Yuuji wasn't prepared for the sudden flood of warm, salty liquid in his mouth. But, what was even more shocking was his own reaction, and the way his dick desperately twitched as Megumi's cum splashed across his tongue.

He swallowed the load, the taste not quite as bad as he had imagined. And, when Megumi finally pulled his softening dick from his lips, Yuuji's gaze was drawn up, his eyes meeting Megumi's.

And, for a moment, it was just the two of them, staring at each other, the tension in the air almost palpable.

Megumi's hands were still tangled in Yuuji's hair, and he was staring down at him, his expression a mixture of awe and hunger.

Yuuji licked his lips, the taste of Megumi's cum lingering on his tongue. But, he didn't expect for the gesture to elicit such a visceral reaction from Megumi, whose grip tightened, and his breath hitched.

"Fuck," Megumi whispered.

And then, Yuuji was being yanked up, feeling the water hit his back, and he was pressed against the tiles, his head tilted back, and Megumi's mouth was on his.

Megumi was kissing him like his life depended on it, his tongue delving into his mouth, the taste of his own release heavy on Yuuji's lips.

Yuuji's head was spinning, his brain trying to catch up with the situation. He was pinned to the wall, the water from the shower beating down on his shoulders, and Megumi was kissing him, his tongue probing his mouth, his fingers gripping his hair.

And, fuck, the taste of Megumi's cum, the way his body was pressed against him, the feel of his lips on his own, was enough to drive him wild.

The sensation was intoxicating, and he was already dangerously close to the edge. But, when Megumi's leg slid between his thighs, his knee pressing up against his cock, he was gone.

He moaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed, and he could feel his body trembling, his release spilling out of him.

The kiss broke, and Yuuji was left gasping for air, his heart pounding, his vision blurry.

He looked down, and saw the evidence of his orgasm being washed away, the white, sticky liquid swirling down the drain.

Embarrassment flooded through him, and he wasn't quite sure why. After all, he had just sucked Megumi off, and swallowed his cum, so, surely, coming on his thigh would be nothing. But, well, maybe it was the fact that it had been the single most intense orgasm of his life, and Megumi had barely even touched him.

Yuuji was pretty sure his soul had just ascended.

But when a dangerous, almost predatory grin spread across Megumi's lips, he knew he was in trouble.

"So," Megumi began. "You came from having my knee against your dick, huh?"

Yuuji could feel his face heating up, and his cheeks were probably the same color as his hair.

Because, yes, that was exactly what had happened. But to his defense, Yuuji had already been in the process of jerking off when Megumi walked into the bathroom, and ever since, his brain had basically shut down. So, the combination of having his cock rubbing against Megumi's muscular thigh, the taste of his cum on his tongue, and the way he was kissing him, had been more than his poor teenage hormones could take.

"Well, I was planning on fucking you, but I guess that's out of the question," Megumi continued, his voice low and husky.

Yuuji's heart skipped a beat. Wait, did he say fuck? Like, as in, anal sex?

Yuuji's experience with that kind of stuff was, well, nonexistent. He'd never even considered it before, not until Megumi had said the words. But now, his thoughts were filled with images of Megumi's long, elegant fingers, the digits disappearing inside him, opening him up, stretching him out, getting him ready for his cock.

And, well. Normall, Yuuji would have probably questioned the idea. After all, he didn't really think of himself as the bottom type. But, his brain was currently offline, and his dick was already half-hard again, so his judgment was obviously impaired.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Megumi asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"Yes," Yuuji breathed.

The word was out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and, well, he was already naked, and his cum was literally washing down the drain, so what did he have to lose?

Megumi smirked, his expression a mixture of desire and amusement.

"Would you prefer to go to the bedroom, or does the idea of getting fucked in the shower turn you on?" Megumi asked, his tone casual, like they were talking about the weather, or some mundane shit.

Yuuji stared at him, his brain trying to comprehend the words. Was he actually considering the option of bending him over in the shower?

"Earlier on the mission, I would have thought that you were the type who gets off on the thrill of getting caught," Megumi murmured. "But, maybe I was wrong."

Well, okay.

If Megumi was trying to kill him, it was working.

Because, now, the image of them fucking in the shower was filling his mind, the thought of the hot water pouring over their bodies, the sound of the running water, and the risk of someone walking in on them, was more than his poor, virgin heart could take.

And, if he was being honest, the thought of being fucked against the tiles, the steam surrounding them, and the spray from the shower washing away the evidence of their activities, was kind of... exciting.

Yuuji had never considered himself a particularly kinky person, but the idea was growing on him.

"Shower," Yuuji croaked.

Megumi grinned. "Good choice."

Then, Megumi's hands were gripping his shoulders, and he was turning him around, pressing him against the tiles.

Yuuji's body was thrumming with anticipation, and his heart was beating wildly. The water from the shower was still hitting his back, and the warmth of it felt like a soothing balm.

Megumi's hand was sliding down his back, tracing a line down his spine, and the sensation was making his skin tingle.

"Spread your legs," Megumi ordered, his voice low and rough. "And bend over."

Yuuji's legs were already trembling, and he couldn't imagine how they would hold him up. But, he did as Megumi instructed, and spread his legs, his body bent over, his hands braced against the tiles.

What he didn't expect, though, was for Megumi to kneel behind him, his hands gripping his ass, and spread his cheeks apart.

Yuuji's face flushed, and he was certain the heat wasn't just from the shower. He'd never really given much thought to his asshole, and, now, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was right there, exposed, with someone else's face inches away from it.

"Relax," Megumi murmured.

Yeah, relax. Easy for him to say.

He was expecting a finger, or something. He was not expecting Megumi to bury his face between his cheeks, and start eating him out like a starved man at a buffet.

"Fuck! Oh, god!" Yuuji cried, his eyes flying open, and his body jerking in surprise.

The sensation of Megumi's tongue against his entrance was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The wet, wriggling appendage was pressing against him, licking him, tasting him, and, oh god, Megumi was using his thumbs to spread him open, his tongue delving deeper inside, and the feeling was so foreign, yet so erotic, that Yuuji's knees nearly buckled.

He'd always assumed that the whole rim job thing was mostly a fantasy, or some kink reserved for porn. But, no, this was actually happening. Megumi was on his knees, behind him, his face buried in his ass, and his tongue was doing things that should not have been humanly possible.

It was filthy. It was disgusting. It was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever experienced.

Megumi's fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass, spreading him wider, his tongue thrusting deeper, and Yuuji was pretty sure his brain was leaking out of his ears.

Megumi was relentless, his tongue pushing into him, and his mouth was hot and wet, and the feeling was so strange, yet so arousing, that Yuuji couldn't think straight.

He was babbling incoherently, the words spilling from his lips in a stream of pleasure-induced gibberish.

He wasn't sure how long Megumi was down there, his mouth ravaging him, his tongue fucking him. But, when something foreign, yet not, pushed into him, the intrusion caused his breath to hitch.

It took him a moment to realize that it was Megumi's finger. Yuuji was expecting for it to feel weird, or painful, or something. But, the digit slid in easily, the lubrication from Megumi's spit making the passage smooth and effortless.

And, okay, so maybe this wasn't so bad. In fact, the sensation was actually pretty nice.

He could feel Megumi's breath against his skin, his tongue lapping at his entrance, and his finger was moving slowly, the pace agonizing.

And, well, maybe this whole bottoming thing wasn't so bad. Because, now that he was getting used to it, the sensation was actually starting to feel kind of good.

His erection was back in full force, his cock throbbing with need, and the heat pooling in his stomach was threatening to consume him.

Then, Megumi's mouth was pulling away, and Yuuji let out a whimper at the loss. But then he heard Megumi open a bottle cap, and his fingers were coated in something slippery and cool.

What even was that? Oil? Lotion? Who the fuck cared, at this point?

Then, Megumi's finger was pushing back in, the digit now coated with whatever mystery substance he had grabbed. And, yeah, it was definitely smoother, and it felt even better.

Though his mouth was gone, his tongue had certainly left its mark. The feeling of his spit-soaked hole clenching around Megumi's finger was driving him crazy.

And, before he knew it, Megumi was sliding in a second finger, and the stretch was starting to feel good.

He was surprised by how natural it felt, how easy it was to adjust.

Maybe it was because he was so turned on. Maybe it was because his brain was basically mush. Maybe it was because Megumi was doing this, and the very thought of him touching him in such an intimate way was enough to send his blood boiling.

Yuuji was a panting, moaning mess. He was a hot, wet puddle of hormones, and the only thing keeping him upright was the wall.

The water from the shower was still raining down on them, and the steam was filling the room. It was like being trapped in a sauna, the heat surrounding them, and the only sound was the water hitting the floor, and the occasional moan that slipped past Yuuji's lips.

Once his fingers were able to slip in and out without any resistance, Megumi decided to curl his digits, almost experimentally. The feeling was odd, at first, and Yuuji wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. But, then, Megumi brushed up against something that made his entire body shudder, and the moan that left his lips was loud enough to wake the dead.

Holy shit, what was that?

"Oh?" Megumi asked, and his tone was filled with satisfaction.

That bastard.

He doubled down, his fingers relentlessly massaging the spot, and Yuuji couldn't stop the cries that were coming out of his mouth. His hands were clawing at the tiles, his knees were shaking, and the heat in his stomach was threatening to consume him.

"Fuck! Please!" Yuuji begged.

Megumi's only response was a low, rumbling chuckle.

"Are you close?" Megumi asked, his voice low and sultry.

Yuuji managed a shaky nod.

"Do you want to come like this, or do you want my cock?"

Yuuji could hear the words, and he knew what they meant, but his brain was too fried to process the question.

"Hmm?" Megumi asked, his voice taking on a sing-song quality. "Cat got your tongue?"

Oh, fuck him.

"Just fuck me," Yuuji whined, the words spilling from his lips before he could stop them.

"So, you want my cock, huh?" Megumi murmured.

"Yes!" Yuuji cried. "Fuck, yes, please, just—"

Yuuji's words were cut off by a moan, the noise escaping him before he could stop it. Megumi's fingers were gone, leaving him empty, and Yuuji had to fight the urge to clench his hole around the phantom touch.

There was the sound of a cap being opened again, and the slick, squishing noises of someone stroking themselves.

Was that Megumi lubing himself up?

Yuuji couldn't bring himself to look. He was already bent over, his legs spread, his ass on full display, and the thought of looking over his shoulder was just too much.

Besides, if he did, he'd have a perfect view of Megumi jerking himself off, and that was something his poor, fragile heart might not be able to handle.

And, yeah, maybe the idea of watching Megumi's face as he got himself off was tempting. But, the idea of watching him stroke his thick, veiny cock, the precum leaking from the tip, and the look of pure, carnal lust in his eyes was far too much for Yuuji.

So, Yuuji stayed where he was, his eyes squeezed shut, his forehead pressed against the tiles.

And, fuck, his asshole was tingling. His legs were trembling. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.

"Ready?" Megumi asked, his voice low and husky.

No. Yes. Probably.

"Yes," Yuuji answered.

"Don't forget to breathe," Megumi instructed.

Wait, did he really have to remind him?

And, then, the blunt tip of something much larger than a finger was pressing against his entrance.

Yuuji's breath hitched, and he tried to remember what Megumi had said. Don't forget to breathe.

Right.

The pressure was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. There was pain, definitely. But there was also a delicious, toe-curling burn that made his dick twitch, and his body tremble.

Slowly, agonizingly, Megumi pushed forward, and Yuuji was suddenly filled with the feeling of being impaled. He was stuffed full, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

The pain was sharp, almost overwhelming, and the pleasure was muted, the burn not quite enough to overpower it. But, there was also a primal satisfaction in the act, the feeling of being joined together, the physical closeness, the intimacy.

It was a feeling he'd never known existed. It was a feeling that, at one point, would have probably terrified him. But, now, he was craving it, like an addict craves their drug.

The sensation was intense, and the pain was starting to recede, the burning fading away, leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss.

Megumi was panting, his breaths ragged and heavy. His hands were gripping Yuuji's hips, and his fingers were digging into the flesh.

Yuuji couldn't imagine what it felt like for him, to be buried inside him, the tight heat surrounding him. But, the way Megumi's fingers were clutching at him, the way his breathing was labored, and his thighs were trembling, was telling him all he needed to know.

"Shit," Megumi breathed. "You're so fucking tight."

"Well, I've never had anything up there," Yuuji retorted.

Megumi snorted. "Fair enough."

He gave a shallow thrust, the movement barely noticeable, but it was enough to make Yuuji's breath catch.

"Are you alright?" Megumi asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"I'm not fragile, you know," Yuuji replied, the words coming out a little more snappily than intended.

Megumi didn't seem bothered by his tone. In fact, he sounded amused. "I never said you were."

"I can take it," Yuuji insisted.

"Oh, can you now?" Megumi asked, his tone taking on a mischievous note.

"Yes," Yuuji said firmly. "So, if you don't mind, I'd rather you get a move on, instead of just standing there with your dick in my ass."

It was the desperation talking. Yuuji knew it. And, well, maybe he was pushing things. But, if Megumi didn't start fucking him, and soon, he was going to go mad.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Megumi replied, his tone dry.

Then, without any warning, he pulled back, and slammed into him, the movement so sudden, and forceful, that Yuuji's arms gave out, and he was left pressed against the tiles, his body quivering.

"Oh, god," Yuuji groaned, his fingers clawing at the wall.

He was vaguely aware of the water raining down on them, the droplets cascading down his skin. He could feel the steam from the shower, the heat enveloping them, and the feeling of being filled, stretched, and used, was sending him into a daze.

"How's that?" Megumi asked, his tone laced with smugness.

"Better," Yuuji moaned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Megumi said, and his voice was practically dripping with satisfaction.

And, well, if he was going to act all high and mighty, then Yuuji was going to show him exactly what he could handle.

He clenched his muscles, the tightness of his passage squeezing Megumi's cock, and the movement caused a hiss of pleasure to escape the other boy's lips.

"Fucking tease," Megumi muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Yuuji smirked. Yeah, two could play at this game.

The next few minutes were a blur of thrusting, grunting, and swearing. Yuuji was moaning shamelessly, his voice echoing in the bathroom, and his fingers were scraping against the tiles, leaving marks in their wake.

Megumi's cock was splitting him open, the thick length sliding in and out, and the feeling was enough to make his vision go hazy.

Then, Megumi changed his angle, and suddenly, he was brushing up against that spot, the one that made Yuuji's toes curl, and his knees buckle.

"Fuck! Right there!" Yuuji cried, his voice pleading.

"Right here?" Megumi asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Yuuji nodded frantically, the gesture barely perceptible.

"You want me to hit it?" Megumi asked, and the question sounded innocent enough, but Yuuji knew better.

"Yes!" Yuuji begged. "Please, just, fuck, please."

He didn't care about sounding desperate. He didn't care about pride. All he cared about was getting off, and the feeling of being stuffed full.

Megumi chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and it sent a shiver down Yuuji's spine.

Then, without warning, he thrust forward, and his cock slammed into the spot, and the shock of it was enough to make Yuuji's legs go numb.

He was crying out, the noise escaping him without his consent, and he was vaguely aware of the fact that he was babbling incoherently. He wasn't even sure what he was saying, his mind was too clouded with lust, his thoughts reduced to nothing but static.

Megumi's pace was brutal, the snap of his hips relentless, and his cock was pounding into him, hitting the spot with a precision that should have been impossible.

"Not so mouthy now, are we?" Megumi taunted, his voice rough and gravelly.

Yuuji didn't have the energy to respond, his mind too scrambled to form words. The only sound he could make was a garbled moan, the noise escaping him in a pathetic whine.

"I didn't realize how easy it was to turn you into a moaning mess," Megumi continued, his tone filled with dark amusement. "I should have fucked you sooner."

"Shut up," Yuuji gasped.

Megumi's only response was a laugh. Then, without warning, his hand was wrapping around Yuuji's neglected cock, the touch making him jump.

Yuuji couldn't contain the strangled cry that escaped his lips. He'd been so preoccupied with the sensation of Megumi's dick inside him, the feeling of being pounded into the wall, that he'd completely forgotten about his own erection.

"Look at you," Megumi murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "So needy, so desperate, just from being fucked."

Yuuji's face burned, and he couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal. Probably both.

Megumi's fingers were moving slowly, almost lazily, as he stroked him, and the combination of his cock and his hand was enough to make Yuuji see stars.

He was close, the pressure building in his stomach, the heat coiling inside him. He could feel the orgasm approaching, the tension building, his muscles tensing.

"Are you gonna come for me?" Megumi asked, his words coming out in a breathless rasp.

Yuuji managed a nod.

"Do it," Megumi ordered.

And, well, who was he to deny such a request?

His orgasm slammed into him, the pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave. He was gasping, his breath catching, and his body was shaking, the force of it enough to make his vision go white.

Megumi's hand kept moving, the grip tightening, the movement faster, and the sensation was nearly too much to bear.

Yuuji was babbling, the words spilling from his lips in a jumble, and his entire body was trembling.

It felt like an eternity, the feeling lasting for what seemed like hours. But, eventually, the high faded, and his vision began to clear.

The first thing he noticed was the hot, sticky liquid splattered against the tiles, the evidence of his release coating the surface. The second thing he noticed was the fact that Megumi was still fucking him, his thrusts erratic and messy.

The third thing he noticed was that he was absolutely, one hundred percent, done for.

Megumi's hand released his cock, and his fingers returned to his hips, the grip tight and possessive. Yuuji was so overstimulated that every single touch was heightened to a degree he didn't know was possible.

The feeling of being fucked into the wall was intense enough on its own. But, the fact that he'd already orgasmed, and was now being ravaged like some kind of toy, was enough to make his head spin.

Megumi was close, Yuuji could tell. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his breathing ragged.

And, when Megumi's cock finally jerked, and the feeling of hot, wet heat filled him, Yuuji could have sworn that he saw the gates of heaven.

Megumi's forehead fell onto Yuuji's shoulder, and his body was shaking, his breath coming out in hot, heavy pants.

For a moment, the two of them just stood there, the sound of their breathing filling the silence.

Yuuji's knees felt weak, and he was sure that, without Megumi's arms around him, he'd have fallen over.

Megumi's hands were caressing him, the touch gentle, almost tender. His fingers trailed along his skin, tracing patterns along his chest and stomach.

"You alright?" Megumi asked, the words mumbled into his shoulder.

Yuuji managed a shaky nod. His limbs felt heavy, and his muscles were sore. He could feel the aches and pains, the evidence of what they'd just done.

"Good," Megumi replied.

"Yeah," Yuuji agreed, his voice hoarse.

Megumi pulled away, and the feeling of him slipping out was enough to make Yuuji gasp.

They stayed like that for a while, neither of them moving, neither of them speaking. They just let the water wash over them, the warm, soothing spray calming their racing hearts.

Eventually, the reality of their situation began to set in, and Yuuji was painfully aware of the fact that he'd just had sex with his best friend.

And, shit, they were going to have to talk about this. Like, actually talk about it.

Yuuji's mind was spinning, the implications of their actions swirling through his brain. They'd fucked. They'd actually fucked. And, oh god, what did that mean? Where did they go from here?

And, was it just sex? Or was there more to it than that?

There were so many questions, so many doubts, and yet, at the same time, the one thing Yuuji was certain of was that he wanted this. He wanted whatever this was. Whatever this could be.

"Come on, I'll wash your back," Megumi said, breaking the silence.

His words startled Yuuji out of his thoughts, and he looked over his shoulder, only to find Megumi holding a loofah.

The sight was strangely endearing. The sight of Megumi, his hair damp and disheveled, his skin flushed, and his eyes dark, holding a loofah, like he was about to give Yuuji the most romantic, intimate back scrub of his life, was enough to make Yuuji melt.

Yuuji let out a breath, the sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

"Sure," he replied. "That sounds nice."

Megumi smiled, the expression small, but genuine. Then, without another word, he began lathering the soap onto the sponge, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Are you hungry?" Megumi asked, as he dragged the loofah along Yuuji's shoulders. "We could order something."

The offer was casual, almost offhanded, and yet, it was enough to make Yuuji's heart swell.

"I'm not sure I can stay awake long enough to eat," Yuuji confessed. "You kinda wore me out."

Megumi snorted, a sound that was far too attractive to be fair.

"You can take a nap, if you want," he offered. "I'll wake you up when the food gets here."

His words sounded dangerously close to domestic, and yet, the thought of curling up in bed, the warmth of Megumi's body beside him, was tempting.

"You'll let me in your room? I thought you hated when people were in there."

"Yeah, well, you're different," Megumi replied. "Besides, I wanna cuddle."

Yuuji's heart nearly burst, and the sound that escaped his lips was suspiciously close to a giggle.

"Yeah, alright," he said, his voice a little breathless. "Cuddles sound nice."

"Good," Megumi replied. "Because, I have some stuff to discuss with you, and I'd rather do it while we're cuddling."

Oh. That didn't sound ominous at all.

But, well, Yuuji supposed that Megumi wasn't gonna tell him that this was a huge mistake, or a one-time thing, in the middle of a cuddling session, was he?

"Okay," Yuuji replied.

"Okay," Megumi echoed.

He pressed a kiss to the side of Yuuji's neck, the touch light, almost hesitant.

"Now, get out. The whole place is steamed up, and I can barely see my own hands," Megumi grumbled.

Yuuji laughed. Then, without another word, he reached for the handle, and shut off the water.

The next few minutes were spent cleaning up, the silence between them oddly comfortable.

And, yeah, they were definitely going to have to talk about what happened. But, right now, all Yuuji could focus on was the warmth spreading through him, the feeling of satisfaction, and the sense of contentment.

And, for now, that was enough.