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“Long day?”
Yuuji already knew the answer to the question as soon as he peeked his head out from the kitchen wall, spotting Megumi dropping his bag at the doorstep of his room. An unusual hunch at Megumi’s shoulders and a worn out look on his face. The raven’s face brightened slightly at the sight of Yuuji smiling, his scarred lips tilting up lovingly.
“Yeah.”
“What happened? You seem gloomier than usual. Did Gojo-sensei chase your dog down again?”
Yuuji snickered at the memory of their 30-something year old teacher- Yuuji couldn't bother to remember his exact age -chasing Megumi’s shikigami down trying to put some weird inflatable dog hat on it. Megumi on the other hand rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance as he hugged Yuuji from the back.
“I’ve told you countless times they’re my shikigami. Not a dog. It’s not like it walks around doing as it pleases.”
“Looks like a dog, is a dog.” Yuuji shrugged, drying the last plate and putting it away before turning around and pecking Megumi on the cheek.
“Whatever. Also, no. Gojo didn’t chase my shikigami again. He chased me instead. He would not leave me alone, just to annoy me. He’s like a fucking man child.”
Yuuji laughed tiredly, unconsciously leading Megumi to the bedroom and watching him change into his clothes. They fit a little too well on Megumi- as in, a bit tight, since he is a couple centimeters taller than Yuuji -but he could manage. They crawled into bed, Megumi spooning Yuuji under the sheets and kissing his nape lovingly. Noticing how tense Yuuji was beside him, despite being comfortable.
“How’s Nobara doing with her scar? She keeps whining about it even though it's been years. 'Oh now I won't get someone hot,' Megumi quoted, mimicking Nobara, "I think she looks cool with the scar. Your scars are also cool."
A delicate topic. Megumi knew this. It's been years now, Nobara was fine and healthy and trying to get rid of the scar as much as possible. Yet it still made Yuuji anxious. Your friend basically dying in front of you isn't something you can just forget. Megumi could feel Yuuji tense up even more, moving around until the taller boy hinted at him to stop.
“Thank you, I'm not a fan of my face being scarred and all," Yuuji dug his face further into the pillow, "She’s...fine. Hasn’t shown any progress.”
“Just give her some time.”
Yuuji’s body language screamed anxiousness feeling like a rock next to Megumi from the sheer amount of stress he’d experienced after the Shibuya incident. The memories still clung onto him and refused to leve him alone. Megumi hummed in concern, rubbing at Yuuji’s sides comfortingly, failing in trying to ignore the feeling of Yuuji’s small waist in his hands.
“You’re like,” Yuuji paused, remembering the term. “a cuddle therapist.”
“A what?”
“A cuddle therapist. It’s basically people who just cuddle others who feel bad and stuff.”
“Oh. Do you feel bad?”
At this point the conversation only kept going thanks to Megumi’s automatic replies. He was too concentrated in snaking his hands down Yuuji’s waist unnoticed, down to his toned stomach before rubbing gently, smirking as the other flinched at his touch. Yuuji audibly swallowed, half oblivious to Megumi's actions and intentions.
“N-not really.”
“You’re lying. You’re stressed, I can tell. Let me help you with that.”
“How do you- oh –”
Megumi’s hand had dipped under the waistline of Yuuji’s shorts, under his underwear, splaying his hand on the skin right above his dick and pressing down. Feeling the skin tense up under his touch, a shuddering breath leaving Yuuji’s lips.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it, Itadori ?”
The first name basis made Yuuji’s breath stutter in surprise, noticing how Megumi drawed out each syllable of his name, teasing him; provoking him. Whimpering and squirming even more as Megumi’s other hand snaked up to his chest, rubbing his nipples over the soft material of his shirt.
“It’s- ah - it’s fine. Just been busy lately.”
“Hmm. Want me to fuck you? Hard and rough, just how you like it.”
A shiver of arousal went down Yuuji’s spine, his mind now filled with dirty scenarios. Megumi’s hands felt good. Really good . Rubbing and pressing and teasing and-- this was dirty. A filthy display they had made of themselves. Pressed against each other, Yuuji could feel Megumi’s hot breath on his neck, the warm press of his tongue against his neck.
He felt himself harden, Megumi noticing, palming him through his boxers. Yuuji hissed at the unexpected friction before pressing himself against Megumi’s hand, his breath now labored and coming out in small gasps. Yuuji gripped the pillow where his hands were resting, trying to control himself, before giving up and reaching down.
Megumi stopped playing with his nipples, quickly grabbing his wrist and giving him a dangerous look. ‘Don’t touch yourself ’. The message was clear, no exchange of words needed. Yuuji whined but relented, opting to put his hand where it once was. Megumi hummed appreciatively, kissing the nape of his neck and stopped palming Yuuji. His hand snaking up to his chest, on his nipples, rubbing harshly on the thin material of the shirt with his thumbs.
“Wonder if you could cum just from these.” He tugged on them, tweaking them between his fingers, feeling the buds harden under his touch.
“I can’t- I can't cum like this.”
“You can’t? Or you won’t?”
“I can’t.”
“Let’s try it out, yeah?”
He rolled Yuuji’s shirt up, the material scrunching against the base of his neck. The cold air hit Yuuji’s swollen nipples, making him wince, Megumi’s warm hands evening out the sudden temperature change. Megumi pulled on Yuuji’s nipples, holding it for a bit before releasing them, wetting his fingers with saliva and rubbing it all over before repeating the process.
“It hurts, no more, please, touch me somewhere el-” A sudden yank shut Yuuji up, familiar hot arousal coiling in his gut, forming into a knot. Tightening by the second.
“I’m gonna cum, Megumi, Megumi please no more, no no no.”
Mouth clenched and eyes scrunched closed, Yuuji could feel himself close to coming undone, Megumi’s fingertips scalding hot against his flushed skin. A choked noise came out of him when the other’s hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy on his palm, squeezing the base almost painfully.
“Not yet.”
Yuuji could feel the overwhelming pleasure leave his body, a dull feeling being all that was left.
“What? No, no let me cum. ‘Gumi please I was so close please. Please Megumi, I'll be good for you. I’ll be so good for you.”
Megumi tuned out his desperate rambling, squeezing even harder, and Yuuji shut up almost instantly. Being reduced to whimpers and helpless pleads. The sight was almost unreal. This was good. Almost as good as Yuuji sitting down on his cock, being filled to the brim with its thickness.
“We’re gonna do this one more time.”
“I don’t want to-, just let me cum please.”
“Would you rather I fuck you? You know you’re a cockslut. Don’t act like you’re the only one hot and bothered here.”
Yuuji was now painfully aware of Megumi’s cock pressing against his ass, trying his hardest to not buck his hips and gain some friction. An imaginary emptiness clawing at him, at his walls, ass clenching at the feel of that thick cock rubbing him up. His mouth watered and his dick twitched in interest at the thought.
“Yes, yes please. Please fuck me, ‘Gumi.”
“No.”
“W...what?”
“No,” Megumi said, relishing in the hopelessness in Yuuji’s face, savoring the word. “ No .”
Yuuji nearly sobbed, giving up under Megumi, the constant buzzing in his ears becoming increasingly annoying. The blood in his veins running hot, almost boiling from the overwhelming pleasure. And he couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was give his body to Megumi and let him use him as a toy.
The amount of precum steadily leaking from his dick was almost shameful, but he couldn’t care less considering the daze he was in. He felt Megumi shift around, the familiar sound of a cap opening- that god damned hand finally leaving his throbbing cock -before closing and being stored away. A slick hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it once before setting a pace.
“Ah- yesyesyes there --”
Megumi’s hand stopped, rubbing the swollen head with his thumb, pressing on the slit softly, making Yuuji even more delirious, drool now running down his chin. A sudden tug at his nipple made him moan loudly. That was the last straw, Yuuji burst into tears, begging Megumi for release.
“You look so pretty crying. So sensitive,” he pumped Yuuji’s cock faster, harder. “I want to fucking ruin you.”
Megumi noticed Yuuji tense up once again, clenching his teeth and his eyes rolling back. He completely let go of Yuuji, knowing the other was seconds away from release.
“Noo, I was so close. I can’t do this. Just let me cum please.”
Starting the process again, Megumi hummed in acknowledgment, sucking at the back of Yuuji’s neck, seeing purple and pink spots blossom to life. Yuuji’s moans increased, from quiet and weak to almost obnoxiously loud. Megumi finally let go of Yuuji’s swollen red nipple, trailing down, caressing the soft curve of Yuuji’s ass.
“You wanna cum?”
“Please.”
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Let me cum, I wanna cum.”
“Since you’ve been so good, why not?”
Megumi’s pace increased in speed, Yuuji’s breath coming out in small gasps of air, feeling pleasure take over his body once again. Finally, finally , coming undone with a choked scream when Megumi pressed his thumb against his perineum. His mind went blank as he spilled all over Megumi’s hands, a drawn out moan leaving his lips.
He went boneless on the bed, trying to catch his breath, curling into himself and almost blacking out. A harsh pinch at his bicep snapped him out of his daze. Yuuji, poor, overstimulated Yuuji couldn’t do anything but groan in acknowledgment.
“Hey, we’re not done yet.” Not being able to form words, jaw slack and body worn, Yuuji only made a distressed sound. Feeling Megumi’s hard cock press against him.
“Now you’ve got to take care of me.”