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Yuuji settles on the couch, holding the remote up to select play on the movie screen. The screen goes black, and then the intro begins to play. He’s not really sure what the movie’s about, just grabbed a random one and put it in the DVD player.
He doesn’t care much about what company made the film, so he lets his eyes wander down….
Yuuji lost his pants a little while ago, and his boxers hang off his ankle, thrown over the back of the couch. It spreads his legs wide, leaving a perfect place between his hips for Megumi to lay, leaving wet kisses around his navel.
He makes his way lower, skipping right over where Yuuji wants him most, and instead latching his lips to one strong thigh, sucking a dark hickey into it. Yuuji flexes in response, a small sigh leaving his lips, making green eyes flicker up at him.
“Are you paying attention?” Megumi asks him, raising one perfect eyebrow.
Yuuji pouts, setting a hand in Megumi’s hair and turning his attention back to the TV. “Nothing interesting happened yet….” Megumi bites the flesh of his thigh, and Yuuji clicks his tongue. “I’m watching, geez….”
The movie’s started, some shitty action movie, and he’s seeing but not watching , mind just a little distracted by Megumi licking a wet line in the spot where Yuuji’s thigh meets his crotch. He threads his fingers in Megumi’s hair, scratching at his scalp, and that must egg Megumi on, because the next thing he does is plant a kiss right on Yuuji’s cock.
Yuuji bucks his hips up at that, but Megumi’s hands are rough and strong, pinning them back down. He continues his assault, this time flicking the length with his thumb, and bringing his mouth lower to lick into Yuuji’s hole. Yuuji’s grip on his hair tightens, drawing a low moan from Megumi.
It’s all gentle, teasing touches, never letting him get used to one thing. Even so, the stimulation has heat coiling in Yuuji’s belly. He’s completely lost in the film, the first major fight scene or something like that playing out, but all he can think about is the way Megumi’s lapping at his cock, light and quick, before he takes it into his mouth and sucks .
“Fuck!” Yuuji cries, rolling his hips into Megumi’s face. He doesn’t stop him this time, instead letting Yuuji practically fuck his mouth, bringing himself to the edge. “Fuck, Megumi, I’m gonna come—”
It only takes a little more before he does, goosebumps breaking out on his skin, one heel bracing himself against the floor. Megumi lets him ride it out before pulling back, making eye contact with Yuuji. “Good?”
Yuuji nods, a smile stretching across his face. “Mhmm.”
“Want another?”
Yuuji bites his lip, pushing Megumi’s bangs out of his face, softly scratching at his scalp. “Yeah, yes.”
Megumi narrows his eyes. “What do you say?”
Yuuji’s toes curl. “Please?”
Megumi kisses his thigh, mumbles, “watch your movie,” before hooking his arms around Yuuji’s hips and tugging him down to meet his lips.
He’s still sensitive from his orgasm, so the continued stimulation sends him squirming, but he gets over it quickly as Megumi’s tongue makes its way inside him. Yuuji turns to bury his face in his pillow.
Yuuji peaks out to see what’s going on in the film. It seems to be a pretty intense scene, an argument between two characters. Then, Megumi scrapes his teeth against Yuuji’s cock, and he’s not thinking much of anything at all.
Megumi brings his thumb up to continue rubbing there, and he instead brings his mouth’s attention to Yuuji’s sensitive insides. Yuuji’s very vocal about his approval, whimpering, “Megumi, Megumi, Megumi,” like a broken record.
One hand is still fisted in Megumi’s hair, but Yuuji isn’t sure what to do with the other one, settling for white-knuckling the couch cushion. That’s until Megumi puts out his hand, the one that isn’t… busy , holding it out for Yuuji. Yuuji grabs it, right as Megumi presses his tongue right up against a spot that makes Yuuji’s eyes roll back, and his second orgasm hits him suddenly.
Megumi rubs his belly through it, and when he pulls back, it’s with a breath as if he’s sucking in air. He wipes the back of his hand across his chin, and Yuuji would find all the fluid gross if the idea of it wasn’t so hot.
“I could do that for hours,” Megumi’s voice is rough from all of that, and it sends shivers up Yuuji’s spine. He moans. Megumi grins. “Yeah, I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks, rhetorically. “If I did nothing but just sit here, eating your pussy?” He runs a finger through the mess of it, making Yuuji squirm. “Hm?”
Yuuji’s sure he was red before, but the words set his skin on fire. “Dirty-mouthed,” is all he replies, once again hiding in the pillow.
“Oh, but you like it.” He’s definitely not wrong. “Want another one?”
Yuuji thinks about it for a moment, though they both want him to say yes. Slowly, he nods, and Megumi begins rubbing his belly, down to his thighs again. “Relax,” Megumi says, dipping down to kiss his hipbone.
Yuuji takes in a shuddering breath, and Megumi whispers a “good boy” into his skin, before he’s going down, down, down on him, licking his way from his perineum all the way up to his cock. He’s back to the teasing touches, and all of them have Yuuji’s body jumping live wire. Yuuji didn’t realize his thighs had been closing until Megumi’s coaxing them apart, pinning his hips back to the couch.
He’s not really sure when the hand disappeared, but he’s very aware of the two fingers prodding at his hole, and slowly slipping their way in. The slide is incredibly smooth thanks to Megumi’s work, and it only takes a couple flicks of the wrist for Yuuji to get used to the intrusion. Megumi begins to pet that rough spot inside of him, not applying pressure, just brushing enough to get Yuuji panting.
Megumi continues to lave at his cock, wet and open mouthed, lolling his tongue around it. He’s looking up at Yuuji through those long, long eyelashes and god , is it a show, and does Yuuji enjoy it.
Yuuji gets into the rhythm of it, fucking himself on those fingers and rubbing himself against Megumi’s tongue, and it’s only a matter of time before his legs are trembling and he’s sent over the edge for a third time.
Except this time, Megumi doesn’t let up, continues his motions until Yuuji’s pushing at his head,, squeezing his thighs together, trying to get away. “‘gumi,” he cries breathlessly, “‘s too much.”
Megumi pulls his face away but not his hand, instead he slips a third finger into Yuuji’s heat, and curls them all against, past his g-spot, making Yuuji shake. “You can take it,” Megumi replies, laying his other arm across Yuuji’s belly, holding him down and pressing on his g-spot from the outside, making him feel all of it .
It’s too much, he’s so overstimulated it hurts , but it feels so good at the same time. “I can’t,” he keeps telling Megumi, “I can’t, I can’t.”
He feels so helpless under Megumi’s touch, and it’s that realization that makes his legs begin to quiver, and suddenly he can . It washes over his whole body, trembling like a leaf, and as soon as it’s over he’s kicking at Megumi’s shoulders, curling in on himself, getting his sensitive body away from Megumi.
He turns to face the movie. It’s nearing its climax (ironic) with the heroes preparing for the big fight. Megumi’s kissing up Yuuji’s arm, slowly making his way to his neck. “Don’t hide,” he whispers there, kissing his shoulder. “Can you do one more for me?”
Yuuji shakes his head. He can’t imagine it, he’s so sensitive, he feels raw —
“Hey, look at me,” Megumi says softly, and Yuuji turns his head. “You know what to say if you wanna stop, right?” Yuuji pouts, and slowly, he nods. “Are you gonna say it?” Yuuji shakes his head. “Good.” Megumi kisses his cheek sweetly, his hand petting at Yuuji’s hip, coaxing him to turn onto his back again. “So you’re gonna come for me one more time, okay?”
Yuuji takes a deep breath before he scoots over and turns, spreading his legs again for Megumi to fit between. “Okay.”
Megumi smiles, impossibly soft, and it makes Yuuji feel all warm inside, in a different way. “Good boy,” he whispers, and he bends down to mouth at Yuuji’s throat.
He does give some time to Yuuji’s sensitive body, running his fingers up and down his sides, raising goosebumps, and tracing the twin scars across his chest, watching Yuuji arch into the touch. Finally, Megumi meets Yuuji’s lips in a chaste kiss, holding it until he feels Yuuji sigh, and finally relax into the cushions.
Megumi sits back on his heels and hooks his thumbs in his waistband, slowly pulling his shorts and the underwear beneath them down. His cock springs free, hard and red and dripping from all the time spent in the constraints of Megumi’s pants. He takes it into his hand and begins to stroke, all while looking down at Yuuji with those pretty, pretty eyelashes, green eyes muddled with want , and suddenly a fifth orgasm doesn’t sound so bad.
Megumi kicks off his pants the rest of the way before settling between Yuuji’s legs, pressing his cock right up against Yuuji’s overstimulated one, grinding his hips against his and gliding his dick across Yuuji’s hole. He pulls back just to line himself up, and slowly pushes his way in. Yuuji’s arms link around his neck, a force of habit to pull Megumi’s body close to his whenever they fuck like this. Megumi grinds his hips deep, filling Yuuji so deep he almost gags, and shivers wreck Yuuji’s body all over again.
He shushes Yuuji, kissing and sucking at his throat as he picks up the pace just a little, pulling back enough to get a nice glide. Yuuji can’t help the way he’s clenching down on him, and by the low moans almost constantly leaving Megumi’s lips, he would guess it feels good.
Megumi slips a hand between them and begins to thumb at Yuuji’s cock, enough to keep him shaking. “Fuck, Megumi,” Yuuji’s saying, and he’s probably been babbling this whole time, “I’m close.”
“So come for me,” Megumi whispers, also breathless, and his movements become firmer, quicker, more erratic.
The last one is by far the weakest, just a moan slipping from Yuuji’s lips and more trembling. He’s sure Megumi wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t still inside Yuuji, feeling the way he clamps down through it. It must be enough to end Megumi over, too, because the next thrust Megumi’s pulling out, and it only takes a few pumps of his hand before he’s spilling over Yuuji’s belly.
“Fuck,” he moans low through it, fucking his fist and chasing after it. They both slump, mouths hanging open uselessly as they catch their breaths. Yuuji’s eyes glazed over at some point, and now he’s staring at the ceiling blankly.
Megumi’s hands are on his again, rubbing the feeling into his body, soothing his twitching legs and fluttering chest. He leans down, whispering sweet praises into the column of Yuuji’s throat.
“So good for me,” he says, leaving a kiss against Yuuji’s Adam’s apple. “What a good boy.”
Yuuji wants to praise him back, but when he opens his mouth, his tongue feels like lead, so he just turns Megumi’s head and locks their lips instead.
When they part, Yuuji turns his head, and he’s surprised to see the credits rolling on the screen. Geez, Megumi wasn’t kidding about fucking him for hours.
Megumi stands, and immediately Yuuji protests, a high whine leaving his throat. Megumi pats his thigh, shushing him. “I’ll be right back, baby, I gotta clean you up.”
Yuuji may or may not doze off by the time Megumi gets back, and the warm cloth running along his skin doesn’t really help. He hisses as Megumi wipes between his thighs, but after a few kisses, he forgets it even happened.
Megumi helps him pull on a (new) pair of boxers and a hoodie. “Do you wanna go to bed?”
Yuuji shakes his head. “I don’t think I can walk right now.”
That makes Megumi laugh. “Okay, that’s fine,” he says, and settles next to Yuuji on the couch.
There is far too much space between them, so Yuuji opens his arms, making grabby-hands until Megumi gets the clue and settles against Yuuji’s chest. Yuuji koalas around him, kissing his head and whatever skin he can reach, threading his fingers through the hair near his nape the way Megumi likes.
Megumi rests his chin on Yuuji’s chest, looking up at him through his eyelashes. Yuuji gives a loud kiss to his forehead.
“So,” Megumi says, “how was the movie?”