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Most people would probably call Megumi’s homelife unconventional, to say the very least, however, Megumi would say they were being way too generous in their analysis.
He’s walking home with Nobara, someone who he’d hesitantly call a friend, loud, brash, and full of herself as she is. He likes her, and, because of that, he wants Gojo nowhere near her.
“So Gojo-sensei’s like, your dad?” Nobara asks, flippant and casual, as if the question hadn’t been burning in her mind since the school year began.
Megumi grimaces. “Legal guardian,” he corrects. Even that’s not the full truth but Nobara couldn’t pry that from him if she tried. Normal legal guardians don’t take every opportunity to stick their tongue down their charge’s throat like a horny dog.
She shrugs. “Same thing,” she says and while he disagrees he knows her well enough to know that disagreeing would only lead to a pointless, annoying, argument that would just end with her doubling down.
“So, does he live with you?” she asks, tilting her head as she did so and staring at him with her big brown eyes as she always did while trying to coax answers out of him.
Technically, he doesn't, but with how often he invited himself over he might as well have. Ever since Tsumiki’s accident that left her comatose in the hospital and left an empty bedroom in the Fushiguro household, he’s been coming over near daily. He doesn't answer, leaving Nobara to whine at him for his silence. It simply isn't her business and honestly, the whole situation is kind of a shitshow and not worth the effort it would take to explain it.
Megumi’s house comes clearly into view and he stops in his tracks.
There’s a man on his doorstep, a man he doesn’t recognize. Nobara stops when he does and they exchange a look. Clearly, she doesn’t recognize him either, although it probably wouldn’t help the situation much even if she did.
“Yeeeah, he looks sketchy as hell. Maybe you should wait until he leaves,” Nobara suggests, eyeing the man in front of his house as if she was internally debating whether or not she and Megumi combined could take him and that was the last thing Megumi wanted.
“You should go,” he says and she looks at him with a raised brow, transparently doubting his ability to handle himself, or maybe she just doesn't want to miss out on the chance to get some prime potential gossip fuel. Regardless, he remains firm and after a several second stare-off, she huffs and turns away.
“Don’t get killed,” she says shortly, raising her hand in a dismissive wave as she begins to walk in the other direction. He watches her go.
The man looks up as he approaches and Megumi takes in the finer details of his general appearance. He's tall with black hair, dark eyes, plainly dressed with tattoos peeking out underneath long sleeves. He had a certain air of danger about him that didn’t dissipate when he noticed and smiled at Megumi. If anything, there was an edge to his smile that only further unnerved him.
“Yo,” he greets, casually, as if him being outside of Megumi’s house was a daily occurrence. “Is this where Satoru lives?” he asks and Megumi fights to keep the shock off his face. Satoru , huh? Was this guy a friend of Gojo’s? Did Gojo even have friends that weren’t highschoolers?
“Who are you?” he asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He wasn’t stupid. He knew better than to answer him. He may not like Gojo, but he wasn’t about to give away his information to some sketchy stranger.
The stranger laughs, low and easy. Megumi didn’t see what about what he just said was amusing enough to warrant that reaction. His eye twitches, annoyed. Maybe this guy being a friend of Gojo’s wasn’t so unbelievable.
“An old friend,” the stranger finally deems to tell him. It’s exactly that sort of vague answer that he hates.
Megumi’s saved from having to further interrogate this man by the appearance of a man he’s very rarely relieved to see: Gojo.
His teacher and legal guardian’s face is uncharacteristically unreadable, which sends a shiver of unease down Megumi’s spine.
He walks right up to the stranger and the stranger greets him like an old friend, to which Gojo replies back, words clipped and usual cheer forced, “Suguru, I didn’t know you got out. Weren't you supposed to be in for fifteen?”
Suguru, apparently, doesn’t take offense. He laughs. “Got out in ten,” he replies, “for good behavior.”
“What did you do?” Megumi asks, lips pulled into a frown, body tense as he eyes the apparent ex-con with open apprehension.
“Ah, that’s a long story,” Suguru replies light and casual. Not once has he stopped smiling since this interaction began, it only adds to the growing uneasiness in the pit of Megumi’s stomach.
Somehow, all three of them end up inside. He wishes he could say that Gojo inviting him inside is a surprise but given how little he does what Megumi wants of him, it's really not.
Gojo makes himself at home as he usually does, plopping down on Megumi’s couch with a forced sort of casualness. Despite how little he wanted to, Megumi knew Gojo well enough by now to tell that Gojo was tense, on edge, and the cause of his tension had seated himself on the armchair across from him.
“The resemblance really is uncanny,” Suguru said, as he leaned forward in his seat to get a closer look at him. His dark eyes shimmered with a frightening intensity that made Megumi feel like a specimen on display.
“He is his son, obviously they look alike. Do I need to go over highschool genetics with you again? I’ll be happy to go over punnett squares with you!” Gojo offered mockingly, smile knife-sharp and eyes electric.
Megumi couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in his own home. The tension between the two is thick enough to cut with a knife. It’s obvious the two have history, Megumi only wished that they’d do this whole song and dance somewhere else.
Suguru leans forward in his chair, hands clasped out in front of him, a deceptively serene smile on his face. “Sorry, I just can’t help but think that sort of revenge is a little twisted, even for you, Satoru.”
Megumi didn’t have long to wonder what he was trying to hint at before Suguru elaborated. “Taking in his son, using him to fulfill your twisted desires. Are you sure you aren’t on any lists?”
“Oh, you’re one to talk about being on lists, Suguru,” he shot back, voice light but forcibly so. There's anger behind his eyes, along with something Megumi can't quite place that might be longing. It's unnerving, seeing Gojo so effected by anyone.
Suddenly, a hand wraps around his wrist to pull him closer. Next thing he knows, Gojo has an arm around his waist, holding him close. “Besides, who said anything about revenge. Maybe Megumi’s just good company,” he purrs, voice dark and full of something unspoken. Despite himself, Megumi found himself unable to suppress a shiver.
“Oh, is he?” Suguru responds , a predatory interest lighting up his gaze. He stands up from his seat to join both of them on the now, quite crowded couch.
“Mhmm. How about we show Suguru just how good you are?” It’s phrased like a question but Megumi knows from experience that no isn’t an answer that man will accept. He’d learned from experience that it’s best to just go along with it. It’s faster that way.
However, it’s different this time. There’s a handsome stranger looming over Megumi with the same predatory gleam in his eye as Gojo.
Gojo shifts their position and suddenly Megumi finds himself on his lap, back to Gojo’s chest and staring up at the tall, dark and handsome stranger that had been invited into his house.
“Are you scared? Don’t worry, if you’re used to dealing with Satoru, I promise, I’m much nicer,” he assures. He’s so close. Megumi can feel the warmth of Suguru breath on his lips before Suguru closes in for a kiss.
His lips are warm and slightly chapped. The kiss starts out soft and chaste before Geto deepens it, nipping lightly at his lower lip to get his mouth open and allow his tongue entrance. He must be a heavy smoker, his mouth tastes like cigarettes but Megumi finds it’s not as unpleasant. It’s a soft domination, one he can’t help but melt into.
If it weren’t for Gojo’s hands on his waist and his already apparent hard-on poking his ass, Megumi might have been able to pretend he wasn’t there. Of course, Gojo wouldn’t allow that. Without even looking Megumi can tell he’s pouting.
Just as Megumi expected, Gojo breaks and turns Megumi’s head towards him, stealing a kiss. It’s rougher and sloppier than the way Suguru had kissed him, less considerate, the way he’s used to. His body’s warmed up at this point, half-hard and needy despite any apprehensions his mind may have.
Gojo pulls a bottle of lube from between the couch cushions which earns him an audible scoff from Suguru, who is in the process of unbuttoning Megumi’s pants. “Really, isn’t there a drawer nearby?”
He doesn't hear a verbal response from Gojo but judging by the face Suguru just made, he probably made some sort of face in response. Suguru shakes off his annoyance and finishes his job of getting Megumi’s pants off, taking his underwear off in the same fell stroke.
They’re staring into each other’s eyes as Suguru grabs the unearthed bottle of lube and squeezes a good amount onto his fingers and begins to prep him. He’s experienced, knows where to aim and just how to crook his fingers to make Megumi see stars.
They switch positions, Suguru climbs up on the couch and Gojo more or less pushes him to Suguru, sending him tumbling face first in the man’s crotch. He looks up and is met with Suguru’s gently smiling eyes, warm, like melted chocolate. The hand that runs through his hair is equally gentle, even as Suguru’s other hand goes to unzip his pants and pull himself out.
He’s big, not as long as Gojo but twice as thick and already half-mast. “Do you mind?” Suguru asks, as if with Gojo there he has the option to say no, but oddly, he wants to.
Gojo’s behind him, finishing the prep that Suguru started. He moans lowly as Gojo adds a third finger. He then returns his focus to Suguru’s dick, licking a long strip across a prominent vein. Suguru’s grip on his hair tightens, encouragingly.
He’s had enough practice at this that the motions are familiar. He takes the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slit. That earns a low groan from the man above him which spurs him on.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Gojo asks from behind him, because of course he couldn’t shut up long enough to let him pretend that those hands getting him nice and loose, that know how and where to make him feel good against his will, are someone else’s.
Suguru rolls his eyes at Gojo as Megumi takes him deeper into his mouth. “Somehow it feels like you’re bragging,” he replies, voice slightly breathless. Even while both of them are like this with him, the tension between the two is undeniable. Megumi usually doesn’t care about what goes on between people, but even he is curious about what past the two must have.
Suguru runs his fingers through his hair. “Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks. Megumi nods and without pause Suguru begins t fuck his mouth as Gojo finishes preparing him. Gojo’s rarely slow, when he puts it in, he does so all at once, causing Megumi to moan around Suguru’s cock, which in turn causes Suguru to buck his hips and gasps.
They both somehow manage to thrust in unison, somehow on the same level as each other. Megumi feels overwhelmed almost immediately, holding on to Suguru’s hips leverage as he’s fucked from both sides. Gojo is quick and merciless, loud and dramatic in his pleasure, Suguru is slower, more deliberate and a lot quieter.
It feels like they’re using him, as they make eye contact with each other, something intense and charged in the look they’re giving each other. The pleasure is intense and distracting, Gojo knows his body better than he does himself and takes full advantage of it, ramming into his prostate, rubbing up against it, milking such embarrassing sounds from him, barely muffled by the cock in his mouth.
Suguru's thrusts grow erratic, his eyebrows furrowed as he approaches his peak. He leans forward, hand leaving Megumi's hair and he feels Gojo lean forward too, from behind him. He can't see it, from his position with Suguru's dick in his mouth, flush against his balls, but he knows their kissing from the sounds Gojo's making, uncharacteristic whimpers. He wonders what Suguru must be doing to him to coax those sounds from those lips, and that, combined with a shaky thrust from Gojo that rubs against his prostate just right that causes him to cum untouched, body wracked with shivers.
Gojo breaks the kiss to curse at the feeling of Megumi's walls fluttering around him. "I'm close," he whispers, voice gravely.
"Me too," Suguru breathes out and Megumi can feel how close he is by the way his pace picks up and tears prick his eyes from the pace combined with how oversensitive he is from having just cum. Large hands return to his head, holding it in place as Suguru releases a low groan and cums in his mouth, not letting Megumi pull his head away, showing a hint of meanness as he forces Megumi to attempt to swallow it all. He manages to get most of it down, although some of it trickles out the side of his mouth.
Gojo cums shortly after, fingers leaving bruises on his hips as he moans through his release. His hips jackrabbit into him a few more times, drawing a whimper of sensitivity from Megumi.
They both pull out of him near simultaneously, leaving him feeling empty and aching.
Suguru stretches before tucking himself back into his pants. "So, I see you haven't been lonely without me," he notes and it sounds like there's a deep meaning behind his words, something Megumi isn't privy to, but whatever it is seems to gut Gojo, judging by the pain on his face.
They both just finished fucking him and somehow, he feels like he’s intruding. He wonders if this is going to be a regular thing now, Suguru sure doesn’t seem like he’s about to leave again. Megumi doesn’t know if he wants him to.