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Megumi was a heavy sleeper.
This was something Sukuna had uncovered on one of the nights he came over to the dorm. Several times, they would watch a movie late at night and Megumi would fall asleep squished in his arms midway through. The first couple of times, Sukuna was gentle in rearranging him to get rid of the laptop.
Last week, however, Sukuna had been careless and the offending item had slipped from his fingers. It landed squarely on Megumi’s torso, but he didn’t so much as stir upon impact. Not a twitch, not a change in expression. Just a soft puff of air and nothing else. Watching his boyfriend’s chest rise and fall, it got Sukuna thinking… just how much could he do before Megumi would wake?
It was a question that plagued him in the upcoming week.
They were bad thoughts. Sukuna was sure of this. What sort of person would he be to touch his partner’s sleeping body? And find it arousing?
He always knew that he liked sleepy sex, those bouts of lazy intercourse as soon as they wake up after a strenuous work night. Megumi would hum drowsily while Sukuna would slowly work him open. There’d be soft moans and light grunts as Megumi would gently roll his hips against Sukuna’s morning wood. They’d spend a good half hour rocking lightly on the bed, sunlight peeking between the curtains as Sukuna made finger-shaped bruises on Megumi’s hips upon release.
But this was different from that. That was moments of passion and comfort and simply reveling in each other’s warmth before their first cup of coffee.
This was carnal. This was animalistic. This was the wild desire to have total control over Megumi. To use him as he pleased as nothing more than a rag doll or a pocket pussy, even when in reality, Sukuna would first ruin his own reputation before letting any harm go Megumi’s way.
Still, such thoughts visited him at night like an intangible sleep paralysis demon. Guilt crawled up his throat when, in the following evenings, Sukuna found himself with a hand in his underwear imagining manhandling Megumi without so much as a protest. Not that Megumi ever really protested the manhandling… Megumi always encouraged it, actually.
It was this thought that made him realize… perhaps Sukuna would be able to act on his desire after all.
He just needed Megumi’s green light.
Somnophilia.
This was the word that Sukuna found upon searching Google. It was twisted, to say the least. Just the word itself sounded dirty.
Sukuna was never one to research much into kinks. Wasn’t even sure he had any until that fateful event. Maybe a wrist fetish, but that was really it. Perhaps he always had kinks of his own, but simply never knew what they were called. Or that they were kinks at all.
In any case, the desire to try it had outweighed anything else. So much so that the next time Megumi came over, Sukuna was immediately thinking about how to approach the situation.
Megumi had just clicked on the film Turning Red when Sukuna cleared his throat and pulled Megumi into his chest.
“Baby,” Sukuna called.
“Hmm?” Megumi had turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed the way they usually did when he was in deep thought.
“We’ve been dating for more than a year now,” Sukuna pointed out. “I was just wondering if you would be open to any kinky sex?”
A few seconds of silence passed before Megumi sat up to put the laptop away. Sukuna was immediately alert and mirrored his boyfriend’s position. Was what he said wrong? Did Megumi only prefer vanilla? Sukuna could pretend he didn’t just ask to have kinky sex, cross his heart!
“Well… What kind of sex were you thinking?”
Sukuna gulped. He could lie through his teeth, mention something softer, like roleplay or… or… very light dynamic play. The suggestion was at the tip of his tongue, but one look at Megumi’s dazed face derailed his mind completely. Instead, what came out was:
“Have you heard of sleep sex?”
Megumi blinked.
Megumi had, in fact, heard of somnophilia.
And Megumi did, in fact, also want to try it.
Things were looking bright for Sukuna.
When questioned why, Megumi merely stated that he felt a rush when relinquishing control and found it arousing that Sukuna wanted to use his body like a cocksleeve even asleep. Megumi’s words, not his! Sukuna supposed there was merit in that and gave permission for Megumi to work himself on Sukuna’s cock should he ever wake up horny and Sukuna was still knocked out.
However, there were a few ground rules to follow according to Megumi. And Sukuna knew better than to not follow Megumi’s rules.
Absolutely no including a third party, or any other party for that matter. Sukuna, a serial monogamist, wouldn’t ever think it.
He was given permission to record, but it must be for Sukuna and Megumi’s viewing pleasure only, nobody else’s. Again, Sukuna would first leak his own nudes before letting anybody else see how Megumi was like in bed. That was reserved for Sukuna and Sukuna’s eyes only.
Lastly, no breathplay or super rough handling that could accidentally injure him in his sleep. It would not be wise, especially if either or both of them were promoting.
Those were the rules that were swimming in Sukuna’s head as he observed Megumi’s sleeping form hours later. That Megumi actually consented to this made him incredibly giddy.
All was set. A camera was already seated on a tripod, capturing their every move. Sukuna’s hands hovered adventurously all over Megumi, first where his chest expanded and deflated with each breath, then where his shirt had ridden up upon tossing and turning. Even at the edges of his legs where his delicate ankle gave a most beautiful show.
With trembling fingers, Sukuna slowly lifted up Megumi’s shirt until his pale brown nipples were on display. The little nubs stood erect, probably from the cold air. Sukuna flicked at them with a finger and watched Megumi’s reaction. No change in breathing, not an eye twitch, nothing. Feeling confident, Sukuna dove and captured one into his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers.
Sukuna loved tasting Megumi like this. He had his own flavor, half flesh, half boy, as if he had played around in the sun and the sundrops had been absorbed into his very skin. Already, Sukuna’s underwear was getting tight. His cock was hardening at every swipe of tongue, at how Megumi’s fresh scent filled his nostrils.
“Delicious, baby.”
Quickly, Sukuna removed his own shirt and pants until he could feel the breeze on his balls. Careful not to wake Megumi, Sukuna did his best to take off Megumi’s little boxer briefs as well. In the process of doing so, he couldn’t resist kissing the inside of Megumi’s milky thighs, sucking a bit to add to the fading marks there. When he had successfully removed the fabric and lavished the soft skin, Sukuna moved to lick at Megumi’s balls.
He loved tasting every part of Megumi. Could spend hours just licking every inch if Megumi would just let him. Sukuna felt his ears get warm when he realized he could do it now, taste every part he’d wished to explore with his tongue, without Megumi getting shy or embarrassed. A deep breath in proved nearly fatal as Megumi’s flowery scent invaded his lungs. This was one of the things Sukuna absolutely loved about his boyfriend: it was as if the scent of his body wash clung onto his skin like wet clothing.
Sukuna licked him in the places he enjoyed tasting: the head of his smaller-than-average cock, his sweet fluttery hole, and the expanse of hairless skin in between. He spent a few minutes devouring Megumi’s ass, massaging it gently with his tongue and pushing it open just a little bit. Megumi’s walls were hot, and it gripped him tightly as soon as the tip of his tongue nudged its way in. It was unbearable that he could only go so shallow. When he finished there, he moved on to more unknown territory, like the fleshy inside of his knees, the webbed skin between his fingers, and finally, finally his shaven underarm.
Sukuna had always wondered how it tasted, if it was as soft as he’d imagined, if the slide of his tongue would warrant a reaction from Megumi. He never got to try because Megumi would say it was unhygienic and then, with a smaller voice, what if he tasted bad and Sukuna regretted doing so?
“Silly Sweetheart,” he whispered now. He held Megumi’s elbow up such that his underarm was on full display, mouth just inches away from the hairless pits. A tiny beauty mark was right on the center of his clean armpit, and Sukuna figured what better spot to start than there. “I could never regret doing anything to you.”
Then Sukuna plunged in. Again, he smelled like floral body wash and sunkissed boy. He tasted not much different from usual, fleshy, a bit tangy, and something distinctly Megumi. Sukuna lapped at his armpit avidly, not unlike a dog and its owner’s hands when being fed. Sukuna couldn’t get enough, would choose to spend the day tasting Megumi just to make certain his flavor would linger on Sukuna's tongue if he could. It was to the point that by that time he was done, his cock was standing impossibly erect and achingly hard. He wanted Megumi’s everything.
Megumi was still fully asleep. His chest followed a steady rhythm. When Sukuna shifted him to the side, there was little reluctance, if any at all. It awakened a primal need to ravage Megumi right then and there. Naturally, he reached for the lube and tossed it aside after pouring a generous amount on his hand, on Megumi’s spit-slicked hole, and on his own cock.
“Gonna get you ready for my big cock, baby.”
A prod at Megumi’s entrance made his lungs squeeze. It accepted Sukuna’s fingertips openly, as if it had been waiting all night to be seized. Sukuna felt his member twitch at the thought that, even in a deep slumber, Megumi’s body responded eagerly to being fingered. Sukuna found himself smirking as he worked Megumi loose, stroking his own length every time his fingers went to the second knuckle and back. Soon, Megumi could accept three with ease. It was then that Sukuna pressed at his walls one last time before retreating and situating himself behind like a big spoon.
“Wanna see this hole take all of me.”
Cautiously, he placed an arm under Megumi’s neck and planted a kiss on the folds of his ears. Gripping the shaft, Sukuna positioned it such that the head of his cock rested in between Megumi’s cheeks. He swiped it up and down, mixing the lube on Megumi’s hole and the precum that was surely leaking from his slit.
Sukuna entered him slowly and watched as Megumi’s entrance split open for the first inch. “Fuck. It feels perfect to be home.”
Megumi didn’t react, and Sukuna continued.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” he grunted, with just the head in. Looking down, he saw how Megumi’s cheeks parted just for his cock, how it hugged him tight, and it made him impossibly harder. There was a bit of resistance as there always was. Megumi was simply too tight and Sukuna much too big, but they always managed. Tonight was no different as he mildly thrusted in and out until he was a quarter of the way in. Then a half. Then three-quarters. Until he was fully sheathed and his pubic hair settled right against Megumi’s bubbly bottom.
Megumi instinctively clenched around him, evoking a broken gasp from Sukuna. He shut his eyes and tried his damnedest not to fuck him to the finish right then and there. He wanted to prolong this moment, to relish in the wet warmth of Megumi’s inviting hole.
Had Megumi been awake, he would have been panting right now. Mewling about how good he felt, how satisfyingly full, and how Sukuna’s cock was huge but just the right size for Megumi’s little hole. Admittedly, Sukuna came alive when Megumi complimented him so. He appreciated hearing Megumi’s wrecked moans, became extra aroused when Megumi would come apart speared on his cock, filthy words spilling from both of their dirty mouths.
Tonight, Megumi was silent. Nearly lifeless. Sukuna felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheeks. As much as he missed Megumi’s praises, he also enjoyed just how his body rolled over without much force.
“Can you feel me in your dreams, Sweetheart?” Sukuna breathed in Megumi’s ear. His entire cock was splitting Megumi open, stretching him wide. Against him, Megumi looked positively small. Sukuna grabbed Megumi’s slim hips hard enough to bruise; he always did enjoy how his large hands would encompass so much of Megumi’s person.
Sukuna experimented with short, little thrusts. It worked wonderfully as Megumi’s tight hole became more accustomed to his big cock, letting it slide in and out without much effort. Soon, squelches could be heard echoing against the wall. As he felt the familiar signs of an impending orgasm, Sukuna halted his hips. Instead, he ground himself particularly deep into Megumi and stayed there.
“You’re dreaming of my cock, aren’t you?” Sukuna’s hand snaked down to Megumi’s dick. It was half erect and leaking, the shiny head peeking through the foreskin. Sukuna slowly pumped him up and down, the skin rolling to reveal the spongy head with every motion until Megumi’s cock was fully hard. Soon, it stood straight and flushed dark, skin stretched and peeled back, and if Sukuna wasn’t balls deep in him right now, he would have sucked him to the finish. Instead, he thumbed Megumi’s slit to spread the precum accumulating there.
The action caused Megumi to stir, and Sukuna had to consciously lock his muscles or else he wouldn’t be able to refrain from fucking him till they reach an orgasm. Megumi’s breathing quickened, but his eyes stayed closed. His small movements caused Sukuna’s cock to shift inside.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t take it anymore,” Sukuna admitted, heaving. He gave Megumi’s cheek a quick kiss before he got to work.
The wet slap of skin on skin was the only thing accompanying Sukuna’s grunts. His cock speared in and out of Megumi’s hole at an incredible speed, the shaft sliding smoothly in each stride. Megumi’s ass was so tight that Sukuna was sure he felt his own foreskin slipping back every time he thrusted forward.
Fucking Megumi had to be one of the best feelings in the world. The sensation was intense. The warmth was out of this world. Sukuna knew that this was what Megumi was made for, to take cock. And even in slumber, his boyfriend was damn good at it. So much so that Sukuna already feels the early signs of an orgasm.
“Gonna fill you up, Sweetheart,” Sukuna moaned into Megumi’s ears. He wasn’t even sure if the younger boy could hear him, but dirty talk was Sukuna’s forte. No way he wouldn’t include it in sex, even if his partner was sleeping. “Wanna use you all night long.”
He coiled one arm around Megumi’s torso to keep him close while he used his other hand to lift up one of Megumi’s leg for easier access. With that, he hammered away like a wolf in rut. His cock pistoned in and out. His balls slapped at Megumi’s perineum with each forceful thrust. He was certain that in the next few days, Megumi’s thigh would have a hand print identical to Sukuna’s large ones. Megumi’s body jerked with every motion. The whole action was so powerful that Sukuna was truly impressed that Megumi managed to stay asleep.
And then… Megumi came. His little cock squirted a few strings of cum while the walls of his ass clenched around Sukuna’s member in tandem.
It was that thought, of Megumi’s sleeping mind knowing and accepting his biology, that finally sent Sukuna over the edge. After one, two, three quick well-aimed thrusts, Sukuna buried himself all the way inside and shot what felt like a gallon of cum. His vision went blank. His cock throbbed with each release, shooting several times and pumping Megumi’s inside with his hot, white semen.
The orgasm seemed endless. He could feel himself still twitching even moments after his cock had no more to give. It was the first time he came so hard that he saw white. And it was all because of Megumi. Precious Megumi whose hole must be raw and battered at this point. Megumi who’s probably enjoying himself in his dream state considering the streaks of cum on the bedsheets and the quick, unconscious twinging from post-coital bliss.
Sukuna left himself inside, eyes drooping after the waves of pure ecstasy had finally died down.
Later, Sukuna woke up still half-hard and gripped tight by Megumi’s hole. He worked himself to full firmness and fucked Megumi’s sleeping body until he came inside once more.
A short break. And then again.
The last thought he had before finally falling into deep sleep was… if heaven was a real place, this would be it.
The next morning
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, effectively waking Megumi.
“Mmm,” Megumi hummed as he stirred to full consciouness. He stretched his arms out and realized just how hard his body seemed to have worked in his sleep. Suddenly, Megumi recalls the agreement from the night before.
Feeling giddy, he looked back over his shoulder to find his boyfriend half-awake behind him.
Upon noticing his predicament, his lips immediately drew up into a wanton smile. He was fully naked, a cock buried to the hilt in his hole while he sported a morning semi. Eyes barely open, he jutted out his lips o request for a kiss which Sukuna wholeheartedly indulged.
“Did you get to use me last night?”
Sukuna pecked at his lips again. “Three times, baby.”
A shiver ran across Megumi’s spine. His hole must be full of cum, likely loose from overuse. White liquid would probably leak out of his twitching entrance if Sukuna pulled out right now. Just the prospect of being Sukuna’s cumdump excited him to no end.
“You must have had a good time.”
Sukuna chuckled.
“All night long.”