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“Yuuji, can you do me a favor?”
Megumi and Yuuji are sprawled out on their bed, Yuuji was playing a game on his phone, while Megumi was reading a book. Yuuji had his head laid in Megumi’s lap so Megumi could play with his hair.
“Sure babe, what’s up?”
Yuuji sat up to face Megumi, giving him his full attention. He had this soft, gentle smile on his face that made Megumi’s heart melt. Yuuji always had that look on him. Sweet and happy, always bringing smiles to the faces of people around him.
Megumi wanted to see that face cry.
“I need you not to judge me okay? I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I feel like I can ask you and not chicken out”.
Yuuji scooted closer to Megumi and interlaced his fingers with Megumi’s, bringing his hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. Yuuji kept his lips on Megumi’ hand and looked at him through his lashes.
“Gumi, you could ask me to kill a man and I think I’d do it”
Megumi chuckled, closing his book and setting it on the table next to the bed.
“That’s a little worrying to me, Yuuji. I don’t want you killing people for me.”
“Only if you asked babe! Now seriously, what did you want to ask me?”
Megumi chewed on his lip, slightly anxious about Yuuji’s potential response. He knows Yuuji won’t be mad or anything, but that doesn’t quell his nervousness.
Megumi slides his fingers out of Yuuji’s hands and up his arm slowly, trailing his fingertips gently, drawing a small shudder out of Yuuji. His fingers reach their final destination, buried in Yuuji’s undercut. They play with the fine hairs there, and Megumi pushes on the back of Yuuji’s head gently, prompting the shorter male to climb into Megumi’s lap.
Amber eyes meet blue when Yuuji finally looks up at Megumi. At the same time, they lean in for a kiss. Yuuji’s arms wind their way around Megumi’s neck as they kiss deepens. Megumi’s hand abandons it’s place on the back of Yuuji’s neck in favor of his waist. Megumi places both hands there and squeezes, causing Yuuji’s hips to jump.
Yuuji’s tongue slides along Megumi’s lips, hot and begging for entrance. Megumi opens them willingly, gripping Yuuji’s hips tighter. Megumi sucks on Yuuji’s tongue gently, drawing a low groan out of his mouth.
Megumi is the first to break away, a thin trail of saliva still connecting their lips. Before he can do anything, Yuuji licks the strand of saliva, drawing it back into his mouth.
“I want to take you apart with just my fingers. Can I?” Megumi asks suddenly. Yuuji rocks his hips into Megumi’s, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Is that what you were getting all worked up over babe?” “Thinking about laying me down on this bed…”
Yuuji sits back on his heels, grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs it over his head.
“Spreading me open, getting me all hot and bothered only on your fingers…”
Yuuji’s hands trailed their way up his chest, stopping to tug at his hardened nipples. Yuuji let out a soft whimper, making eye contact with Megumi.
“So you can make me come from only those beautiful hands of yours.”
Yuuji grabbed Megumi’s right hand, bringing the fingers to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and placed Megumi’s pointer finger on it. Yuuji’s tongue laved around his finger, lips wrapping around it and sucking hard. Soon after, Megumi’s ring and middle finger we’re getting soaked in Yuuji’s saliva.
Megumi felt like he was going to come on the sight alone. Yuuji’s lips were stretched around his fingers. He could feel how hot and wet Yuuji’s mouth was as he let saliva pool in there to coat his fingers. Yuuji removed Megumi’s fingers with a wet pop. He pushed Megumi’s fingers to his own mouth.
“Suck.”
Megumi drew his finger into his mouth without hesitation. Sucking on the fingers that were just in Yuuji’s mouth, he could taste Yuuji on them, still hot and slick.
“You look so pretty sucking on your own fingers. I’m gonna love having those inside of me” Yuuji said lowly.
Megumi removed his fingers from his mouth, sliding them down Yuuji’s chest. He wiped the excess saliva on one of Yuuji’s nipples, while his mouth sucked harshly on the other one. He bit hard, drawing a pained whine out of Yuuji’s throat. He soothed over it with his tongue, fingers still pulling at the other nipple.
“Megumi, please. Please I want your fingers inside of me now” Yuuji begged loudly. His thighs were beginning to shake from sitting on his heels for so long. Megumi hauled Yuuji back into his lap, grinding their clothed erections together. Yuuji whimpered in his mouth, bucking his hips into Megumi’s.
“Off, off take-“ Yuuji fumbled around his words, but Megumi knew what he was trying to say. He slid Yuuji back onto the bed, splaying him out beneath him. Yuuji already looked fucked out and they hadn’t even really started.
His hair was frayed out on the pillow, face flushed with his bottom lip caught in his teeth. Megumi slid his fingers in the waistband of Yuuji’s shorts and tugged them off along with his boxers. Yuuji was now completely naked in front of him, legs spread, shaking gently in anticipation.
Megumi could see Yuuji’s hole, clenching around nothing. Megumi ached to be inside of him, but that wasn’t what he was here to do.
He was going to take Yuuji apart with his fingers, piece by piece.
“No more teasing baby please, I want you so bad”. Yuuji begged again.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll give you everything you need” Megumi said into Yuuji’s neck. Kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. He reached blindly over into the bedside table, removing a small bottle of lube.
Once Megumi was satisfied with the marks he left on his lovers body, he sat up, squirting some of the lube into his fingers. Megumi teasingly rubbed a finger around Yuuji’s hole, the tip barely breaching the ring of muscle.
Megumi took one more look at Yuuji, to make sure he was ready. Yuuji nodded and bit his lip again, whining lowly and Megumi’s finger made it way inside of him. Yuuji’s body was completely relaxed when Megumi slid the first finger in. His fingers are bigger and blunter, but Megumi’s fingers reach deeper inside of him, hitting all the spots he can’t reach on his own.
Yuuji’s eyes are closed and his hips are gently rocking back on the single finger. Small gasps bubble past his lips, nearly silent. Both are eager to add another but Megumi wants to draw this out. He needs to see Yuuji beg for a second. He crooks his finger, purposefully avoiding that one spot he knows Yuuji wants him to hit. He can feel tension webbing up in Yuuji’s abdomen. Any second now he’ll-
“Megumi baby please I need another”.
There is it. Yuuji’s eyes are open at this point, his hands gripping the pillow above him as he continues to throw his hips back. Megumi pulls his finger out before pressing back again with a second. With one confident stroke, he slides both fingers in until his palm is flush with Suga’s ass. Yuuji lets out a warbled moan as Megumi picks up the pace.
He quickly sets a rhythm that has Yuuji sweating, thighs shaking from where they’re spread around Megumi’s waist. Megumi’s other hand is occupied with scratching down Yuuji’s inner thighs, just to watch him buck, and try and shy away from the feeling.
The friction from Megumi’s two fingers has a familiar heat pooling in Yuuji’s stomach, but it’s not building fast enough. Yuuji can feel how well Megumi is doing this. He’s not just stretching him, he’s fucking him on his fingers so right that Yuuji is moaning louder, dripping more onto his stomach.
“Open your eyes, Yuuji.” Megumi’s voice echoed around Yuuji’s head. He hadn’t even realized he’d shut them.
“I want to see your eyes when I add a third finger.”
Before Yuuji could fully process what he said, a third finger was squeezing its way alongside the first two. However, there was no burning pain of being stretched too far. There was only the searing heat of lust that drove its way up Yuuji’s spine. Each thrust of Megumi’s fingers was bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Just when Yuuji thought it couldn’t get any better, Megumi crooked his fingers just right, and struck Yuuji’s prostate with deadly precision. Yuuji’ hips flew off the bed, a loud cry and tears leaving Yuuji.
This is exactly what Megumi wanted. He wanted to see Yuuji crying on his fingers and his fingers alone. He wanted to fuck Yuuji stupid on his fingers.
Sweat began to bead on Yuuji’s forehead, small pants and gasps escaped his lips. A firm hand held his hips down to keep him from moving anymore.
Yuuji could feel the slick slide of Megumi’s fingers inside of him, a gentle pressure sending shockwaves up his spine. He wanted more, wanted to feel even fuller, but that wasn’t what Megumi wanted. Yuuji was going to come on his fingers, and his fingers alone, or he wasn’t coming at all.
“You’re being so good Yuuji” Megumi mumbled. He was distracted by the display in front of him.
Yuuji was flushed from the neck up, a gorgeous shade of pink that rivaled his hair. His eyes were glazed over, unfocused. The only thought in his head was how good it felt to get fucked open by his boyfriend’s fingers.
His lips were puffy and wet from being bitten on so much. His chest heaved with each moan, his pink nipples were kiss-swollen from Megumi’s assault earlier. His cock laid on his hip, completely untouched. Pre-come was dribbling from the swollen head, gathering in a tiny puddle on Yuuji’s hip.
Megumi wanted to lick it up, and suck his way down Yuuji’s cock, till he could feel it resting in the back of his throat, hot and heavy. He restrained himself however, and focused on drawing all the little whines and whimpers he could out of Yuuji.
“You look so pretty baby. All flushed and wet just from my fingers. Do you think you can come from just this?”
Yuuji whined loudly, a clear symbol that he absolutely could come like this, he just needed a little bit of a push.
And a push Megumi would give him.
Megumi finally relented, leaning down to kiss his flushed lover. Yuuji moaned into the kiss, sucking harshly on Megumi’s tongue.
“Megumi I’m... I’m close.”
Yuuji’s voice has dropped to a whisper, sounding so perfect and sexy, it makes Megumi’s untouched cock throb harder.
“Good baby, let it out. Show me how good you can be.”
That was the final straw for Yuuji. He groans long and deep, back arching fully off the bed. He’s shaking, hips stuttering against Megumi’s hand, which is still working its way in and out of Yuuji slowly. He continues to coo at Yuuji, telling him he looks so pretty falling apart on his fingers.
Come splatters its way up Yuuji’s chest, the rest oozing slowly out of his tip. His orgasm hit him hard, if his quaking thighs and inability to speak was anything to go by. Megumi leans down for another kiss, trapping Yuuji’s weak lips in his own.
Yuuji lets out shuddering breaths, hips still bucking on Megumi’s hand. Everything in him wanted to jerk away from the intensity of it, but all he could do was sob into Megumi’s mouth.
Megumi finally released Yuuji’s lips, and gently slid his fingers out of him, making Yuuji whine. He looked down at Yuuji and admired his handy work. He made Yuuji come untouched, on only his fingers, and made him cry in the process.
“Like what you see?” Yuuji asked smugly.
“Yeah, a lot honestly.” Megumi answered, standing up to get a towel to clean Yuuji.
“Wait what about you? I’m not that tired, I can finish you off.” Yuuji said
“Uh… you don’t have to.. I kinda…” Megumi trailed off. Yuuji hadn’t noticed how Megumi had tensed up and let out a groan of his own, coming in his pants, right after Yuuji came.
“Wowww babe, right in the pants?” Yuuji asked, flopping back onto the bed waiting to be tended to.
“Look, if you had seen how sexy you looked under me just now, I think you’d understand” Megumi said, returning with a damp warm towel and new shorts. “I mean put yourself in my shoes.”
Suddenly, a vivid image of Megumi splayed out beneath Yuuji, face flushed, eyes closed and Yuuji fingering him to completion danced across Yuuji’s mind. He could feel his cock twitch with interest.
“Don’t give me ideas over here babe.” Yuuji said “You’re gonna make me real interested in what you just said.”
“… I’m already interested…” Megumi said quietly. “Later though, I’m tired and my wrist is sore.” Megumi tossed the towel aside and laid down beside Yuuji, who gently grabbed his wrist in his hand and started massaging it.
“This was fun Megumi, I want you to do it again.” Yuuji said, placing a kiss on Megumi’s wrist.
“Anything for you my love.”