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“I don’t care what time it is, I expect you to finalize the contract as soon as possible. Talk to Gojo’s people and get them to sign,” Megumi growled into the receiver before hanging up with an aggressive press of his thumb. He tossed his phone onto the couch beside him, uncaring where it landed, and leaned against the backrest in exhaustion.
“You sound very stressed,” Sukuna purred sympathetically from where he was seated in Megumi’s lap, leaning forward to kiss the column of his neck. The tension in his body began to melt away under Sukuna’s lips, drawing a sigh of relief from Megumi.
Their ongoing arrangement had begun three years prior. Megumi was busy and lonely, forced to focus solely on the family business. Due to the endless stress and his sour demeanour, his father (inappropriately) suggested he seek out a sugar baby. ‘All the benefits of a relationship without the bullshit,’ Toji had said.
Megumi refused to acknowledge that it was a good idea, or that he was thankful that Toji suggested it in the first place. The man didn’t need the ego boost of knowing Megumi followed his advice.
There were a handful of men he had tried and failed to find connections with, until he met Sukuna.
The sugar baby was a student, though he refused to disclose what he was studying. When they first met, Sukuna was only twenty-one, twelve years his junior, but their age gap was a non-issue. Because Megumi was groomed to become an important part of his family’s business from a young age, Sukuna’s youth made him feel as though he was vicariously living out the part of his life that he had missed out on.
It started with public dates only. Sukuna refused to be alone or have sex with new clients, which Megumi respected. He was just happy to wine and dine with a handsome man that was actually interesting to talk to. They didn’t have a lot in common, but their differences were what made Sukuna so intriguing. For whatever reason, there was an indescribable spark between them that felt as though they slotted together naturally.
After a few months and many successful dates, Megumi felt brave and comfortable enough to invite Sukuna into his penthouse. Safe to say, once they crossed the threshold of Megumi’s home, they also crossed a threshold in the relationship. Sukuna began to stay over, for larger sums of money or special gifts he requested, and it bothered Megumi none. He didn’t care how much money or expensive things Sukuna asked for, he just wanted a warm bed and good company.
There was only one thing he asked of Sukuna; he didn’t want to hear about any other men he was seeing. Megumi didn’t want to break the fragile illusion of their relationship, even though it was naïve of him.
After six months of weekly dates and hook-ups, Sukuna’s presence in his life became ten-fold. Their meet-ups had been hindered only by Megumi’s busy schedule, but they found a solution for that too. Late-night dates became a regular occurrence, often when Megumi needed to work past midnight. Even if they didn’t have sex, or speak much, it was simply nice to not be alone.
Eventually, they got a little more adventurous during his overtime. Like the perfect boy toy he was, Sukuna had been warming his cock for a half-hour, kissing his neck and brushing his hair while patiently waiting for Megumi to finish chewing out his subordinate.
“I’ve been working on solidifying this deal for two years now, I’m just ready for it to be over,” he said, sitting up again to meet Sukuna’s gaze.
The young man was a sight to behold, with handsome sharp facial features and piercing red eyes. Megumi admired the pecs and broad shoulders peeking out from under the blush-coloured silk of a robe Megumi had given him for Christmas. Bold black markings lined his toned figure, from his shoulders to his ankles. Before Sukuna, Megumi didn’t think he had a thing for tattoos.
Sukuna’s beauty was akin to a bottle of fine wine he never wished to see the bottom of; a never-ending intoxication he was more than happy to embrace.
“I’ve noticed how much pressure you’ve been under. You didn’t have any grey hairs before you were dealing with his mess,” Sukuna cooed to him, brushing a thumb over the silver sprouting at his temples. Megumi knew if he continued to be as overworked as he had been, he would be a silver fox before his 40th birthday. “You need a vacation after this, sweetheart. We could go somewhere warm, drink fruity cocktails at the pool bar, and not have a care in the world.”
“Mm, that would be nice,” Megumi whispered with a dopey smile on his lips. The fact that his sugar baby was inviting himself on an all-expenses-paid vacation didn’t unnerve him in the slightest; it wouldn’t be the first time and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
He smoothed his hands over the younger man’s bare thighs, staring at him with adoration. Sukuna shifted his hips, grinding his ass down on his cock and earning a soft moan in return. The tight, welcoming heat felt like home to him; familiar, comforting and divine.
“Why don’t you lean back and relax?” Reaching toward the side table, Sukuna retrieved the untouched glass of whiskey he had poured for him before he had taken his seat, and placed it in Megumi’s hand. “I can take care of you, baby.”
“You’re too good to me,” Megumi murmured, sipping the whiskey slowly and keeping his lust-laden eyes on his companion.
“I’m exactly as good as you deserve,” Sukuna replied matter-of-factly, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the front pocket of Megumi’s housecoat. It was a bad habit he was trying to kick, but it was an irresistible urge on particularly stressful days and nights.
Placing a cigarette between Megumi’s lips, Sukuna lit it for him before tucking the vice back where it belonged. With the comfort of alcohol and tobacco soothing his nerves, Megumi leaned back and observed. Sukuna lifted himself from his lap before sitting back down on his cock again. As his lover rode him, Megumi savoured the whiskey and took leisurely drags, with slow inhales and even slower exhales. The stiffness in his shoulders melted away when Sukuna held on to them for support. His mind was dissolved into warm mush by the smoke, booze and sensual rolls of Sukuna’s hips while the heat in his gut began to build.
Sukuna’s cock brushed against his exposed stomach, the only skin on display under his unbuttoned dress shirt, as he rode him. The cigarette was plucked from Megumi’s lips before Sukuna tapped the ashes in the crystal ashtray sitting on the end table, then took a drag for himself. Warm lips met his own, soft like the dozens of cashmere sweaters he had gifted him. A teasing caress of tongues exchanged smoke and mingled with the aftertaste of aged whiskey.
Sometimes, Megumi forgot about their arrangement. Sukuna was just that good at making him feel like the only person in the world that mattered to him. Their moments of intimacy felt truly genuine, enough so that it scared him. It made his heart yearn and ache for something more.
He would take as close to the real thing as he could get, even if he was paying for it.
Sukuna withdrew, showing a sly smile painted on his pretty pink lips. A mischievous twinkle was visible in his eyes that were the hue of passion itself. Megumi knew that look all too well; the look that said that his sugar baby wanted to toy with him and make their joining of bodies last. It was a game for both of them, teasing one another to see who would crumble under the pressure of their carnal desire first.
They were locked in a staring contest. Megumi finished his drink while Sukuna claimed the cigarette as his own, remaining unmoving in his lap. It was then that Megumi’s phone rang. Typically, he would be annoyed by the interruption, but sometimes his work obligations added to their fun.
Anything could be made part of their game.
Setting his glass down, Megumi answered the call and held Sukuna’s gaze. The sexual tension saturated the air, thick enough to taste as he breathed in.
“Hello, this is Fushiguro Megumi,” he spoke on autopilot while his free hand wandered up to Sukuna’s neck, tracing over his pulse point with a delicate touch. As Sukuna shuddered and his breath hitched, Megumi smirked in satisfaction. He took the cigarette from the other man, inhaling deeply one last time, before putting it out in favour of freeing his fingertips to dance over Sukuna’s skin.
The man on the other line (Ijichi, he thinks the name is) explained that he was a representative from the Gojo Corporation. Ijichi’s words tumbled out quickly, as though he was quaking with fear, all while Sukuna was quaking with anticipation under Megumi’s wandering hand.
“Ijichi, was it? Speak a little slower, you sound like you’re on the verge of a panic attack,” he chuckled into the receiver, pinching one of Sukuna’s nipples and watching him squirm with amusement. Typically, he would be far more rigid in a business call, but after a drink and with his cock buried inside his lover, it was difficult to hide his good mood. “I’m sure your boss wouldn’t be too impressed if you passed out in the midst of our negotiations.”
Sukuna let out a quiet whine and chewed on his bottom lip when Megumi groped his pec. He listened to Ijichi’s spiel—as well as he could—while trailing his fingers down Sukuna’s sternum and over his abs.
It was difficult to resist being distracted by the pretty thing in front of him. The silk robe had slipped all the way down Sukuna’s arms, pooling around his hips and wrists, as he planted his hands on Megumi’s knees for balance. A lovely blush coloured his cheeks, spreading down to his chest. Most alluring of all was Sukuna’s thick cock pressed against his stomach, red and needy with arousal as precum began to pearl around the slit. With the tip of his index finger, Megumi captured the bead with a gentle touch, earning a gasp in response. Sukuna squirmed under his gaze as he stuck out his tongue and tasted the sweet nectar of the younger man’s arousal.
“Daddy,” Sukuna whispered, chest heaving with shaky breaths as he slowly rolled his hips again. It was Megumi’s turn to take in a sharp breath, shivering from the warmth wrapped around his cock and fighting the urge to buck his hips in return. “Please hurry up, Daddy.”
“Sorry, am I interrupting something? I thought I heard a voice,” Ijichi asked innocuously, drawing Megumi back to the conversation at hand. The poor man had no idea that Megumi was seconds away from hanging up and screwing over the business deal just to fuck his sugar baby.
“Yes, actually, I have a colleague over at the moment. We were in the middle of a business meeting,” Megumi said boldly before licking the palm of his hand, then wrapping it around Sukuna’s length. In the blink of an eye, Sukuna’s hand snapped up to cover his mouth and stifle a whimper. “If the Gojo Corporation is willing to accommodate our requests outlined in the proposed contract, we are happy to oblige yours.”
“Ah, apologies for the interruption. I will let Gojo-san know the terms and conditions you laid out and you should receive a revised contract signed first thing in the morning,” Ijichi said, sounding pleased. Megumi was 99.9% sure he wasn’t agreeing to anything too egregious, but it was difficult to say with most of his brain cells dedicated to Sukuna and nothing else.
Honestly, at that point, he didn’t care. Fuck it, he wanted it done and over with.
“Thank you for facilitating this, Ijichi,” Megumi said, grinning up at Sukuna as his hand slowly moved up and down his length. Tears welled in Sukuna’s eyes as a moan erupted from him, audible even with his hand clasped over his mouth. Before the man on the phone could say anything else, Megumi ended the call with a simple, “Have a pleasant evening.”
As soon as he hung up and tossed the phone aside, Sukuna’s mouth was on his. Holding Megumi’s shoulders once again, Sukuna began to ride him with vigour. Megumi licked into his mouth desperately, cradling his lover’s face. He continued to stroke Sukuna’s cock in the space between them, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the underside and over the slit, relishing in the gorgeous sounds that followed. The obscene melody of skin slapping against skin and panting breaths between sloppy kisses filled the room.
The fire of their primal lust consumed any stressful thoughts that had been lingering in the back of his mind. Every point where their skin met burned hot to the touch, leaving Megumi enamoured even more than he already was. There was a comfort in knowing that the sparks and shared passion between them were real, impossible for Sukuna to fake—or, at least, that’s what he chose to believe.
They clung to one another, pulling at hair and limbs, uttering pet names and praises until they reached their climax. Sukuna moaned ‘Daddy’ as he came, releasing his seed on Megumi’s stomach and hand. The affectionate term of respect made his scalp tingle and toes curl as he came inside Sukuna, filling him until he was dripping with his cum.
Sukuna slumped against Megumi, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck with a sigh of satisfaction. In return, Megumi encircled his waist, brushing his nose against the bare skin of Sukuna’s shoulder and leaving soft kisses in his wake. They remained entwined for a few minutes, sharing subtle affections in the blissful afterglow.
“Shower and bed?” Megumi murmured in Sukuna’s ear, running his hands over his back in soothing circles. Without a word, Sukuna nodded against Megumi’s neck but made no effort to remove himself. Rather than disturb his companion, he lifted Sukuna up and carried him. Megumi was taller and stronger than Sukuna, making it manageable to carry the other man the short distance to the bathroom.
The shower roused Sukuna from his drowsy state enough to reignite their affections. After kissing lazily and washing each other under the gentle spray, as they had done hundreds of times before, they climbed into bed.
The silk sheets were a comforting embrace after a long day, but nothing was more soothing than Sukuna in his arms. His breath ghosted over Megumi’s skin from where his head rested on his chest, causing butterflies to take flight in the pit of his stomach.
Despite the hazy bliss lingering in his body and mind, something teetered him over the edge of ignorance.
“I told myself to never ask you this question but I don’t think I can ignore it anymore,” Megumi said quietly, fingers brushing over Sukuna’s dusty pink locks. “How many people do you do this with?”
“Do what, pillow talk?” Sukuna questioned with a laugh before nuzzling his cheek against Megumi’s chest. “Just you.”
“No, I meant sugar babying. I’m not interested in who they are, just how many.”
“Just you,” Sukuna repeated in a softer voice, drawing circles on his skin.
“You’re just saying that,” Megumi grumbled. “I can handle the truth, Sukuna.”
“It is true,” the younger man said, tilting his head to look up at Megumi. “I told all my other clients to fuck off like two years ago.”
Megumi’s throat tightened as a warm but anxious feeling bloomed in his chest; maybe it was hope for something more. “Why did you do that?”
“Because they were all hideous and boring compared to you,” Sukuna quietly admitted, a soft pink blush touching his cheeks as he continued to tenderly caress Megumi’s chest. “I didn’t want to be with anyone other than you.”
There was a long pause where neither of them spoke, but Megumi’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears. Undoubtedly. Sukuna could hear it too.
“I don’t think I can just be your sugar daddy anymore,” Megumi said, breaking the silence.
Sukuna stopped the steady movement of his hand on Megumi’s chest, releasing a shaky breath. “Why?”
“Because I’d much rather be your boyfriend.”
At that, Sukuna responded by rolling on top of Megumi and leaning up to kiss him, short, tender and sweet. “I would love nothing more.”
“I love nothing more than you,” Megumi blurted out, forgetting himself. Sukuna stared at him, wide-eyed and difficult to read but Megumi could only assume the other man—his boyfriend, maybe—was horrified at the sudden confession. A flush of embarrassment reached his cheeks and fear filled his chest like a toxic fume. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“
“Shh, no, stop,” Sukuna soothed him, pressing a single finger to Megumi’s lips and quieting him. “I love nothing more than you, too. I have for a long time.”
“Really?” Megumi asked in disbelief, releasing a breath he felt he had been holding for years.
“Really,” Sukuna smiled softly, offering him a familiar expression of affection. “I was wondering when you were finally gonna ask. It hasn’t been about the money or the gifts for me. I mean, at first, yeah, but you don’t have to buy my love.”
“I still plan on spoiling you,” he replied with an easy, genuine grin of excitement. One hand found Sukuna’s hair, brushing his messy pink locks, while the other travelled up and down his back tenderly.
“Good, because I do still need a paycheque.”
“I figured. I just want you to know that you make me happier than any amount of money, success or… anything, really.”
“I knew you were secretly a sap,” Sukuna chuckled softly before burying his face in the crook of Megumi’s neck. “I feel the same way.”
For the first time in a long time, Megumi felt as though everything in his life was falling into place. A vision of the future filled his mind—holidays, cohabitation, and possibly even marriage—as he drifted into the sea of sleep.
He was happy and in love. There was nothing more he could ask for.