Work Text:
Megumi brings it up while they’re watching a film. It’s a typical Saturday night, but something feels off to Yuuji, as though he’s stepped into a room he thought was empty only to feel the unmistakable presence of someone else lurking in the dark. The sensation has been haunting him for weeks now, growing steadily more intense—until his boyfriend finally addresses it.
“Sweetheart,” Megumi murmurs, lips caressing Yuuji’s neck; he’s sitting behind him, embracing him in his arms. “Can I talk to you about something?”
This is it, Yuuji thinks, swallowing thickly. The shadowy presence between them is about to be unveiled.
“Of course,” he replies. “You can talk to me about anything.”
Megumi hums. He squeezes Yuuji’s waist, as though testing a fruit for ripeness, before tightening his grip, manhandling Yuuji around and onto his lap. Palms sliding lower, his hands come to rest on top of Yuuji’s bare thighs—Yuuji is in his underwear, a hoodie and nothing else.
Megumi clears his throat. His voice is deep and smoky, making Yuuji shudder: “There’s something I want to try,” he says. “With you, in bed.” He licks his lips; a long dormant hunger rousing from sleep. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Yuuji’s eyes widen—he thought it was going to be something bad. But a new kink? He sighs in relief; he can deal with new kinks.
“What is it?” he asks.
Biting his lip, Megumi confesses, “It’s a fantasy of mine.”
Yuuji’s heart thuds faster, body temperature rising as his mind runs wild, wondering what Megumi could be referring to.
“What fantasy?” he breathes.
“It’s a little complicated.”
“Try me.”
Megumi licks his lips again. “You’re familiar with my technique.” It isn’t a question. “With how my domain works.” Yuuji nods, trying to figure out what on earth his boyfriend’s cursed technique could have to do with his bedroom fantasies.
“I don’t need to activate my domain to clone myself, now. I can create clones from shadows. Dark places. Night.”
Yuuji waits, wondering when the penny will drop.
“I want to fuck you with my clones.”
It takes a full ten seconds for the words to sink into Yuuji’s skull, and then another ten for him to process them. When understanding finally dawns, a rich blush spreads across his cheeks, as bright and red as a sunrise.
Megumi’s eyebrows pinch together. He scans Yuuji’s expression with his brilliant green eyes, a calculating look on his face. “But if you’re not interested, of course I’ll respect that. This may be my biggest fantasy, but—”
“No!” Yuuji interrupts, not wanting to upset his boyfriend. “No, I— I’m interested. Let me think.”
He considers it. Thinking about not one but two Megumis spoiling him with their attention—maybe even three. He thinks about what it might be like to have two mouths on his chest, two cocks throbbing and thrusting inside his sloppy hole. He wonders if the clones can come, and if they can, if he would be able to take all of it. Would they finish at the same time, stuffing him as one, or would they take turns to pump him full of their release? Yuuji pictures himself overflowing with his boyfriend’s juices, body drenched in cum, having gargled a gallon of it, leaking like a fountain from his ruined hole.
He shifts in place, feeling his chub grow fatter at the images running through his mind, neck burning with desire. He wants this, he knows with absolute certainty. He needs to find the answers to these questions, to make Megumi’s fantasy a reality.
“Can we?” he pleads, rocking unconsciously back and forth, releasing tiny mewls of pleasure as the action stimulates his cock. “Please?”
It’s like a switch has been flipped: Megumi’s demeanour instantly changes. His eyelids lower, lashes casting long shadows across his face, a dangerous smirk plays upon his lips. His voice is rough and confident: “Of course we can.”
Anticipation rushes through Yuuji’s body like electricity, igniting his every follicle. He may never have thought of it before, but now that the idea is in his head, he can’t think of anything else. Images of Megumi tearing him lovingly apart flood his mind’s eye and he groans at the thought of what’s to come.
Megumi groans too, a long exhale dragging from his chest like barbed wire. Adjusting his grip, he grabs Yuuji’s ass, pawing at his cheeks to pull him in closer.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
Yuuji shudders at the proximity, grinding against his boyfriend's crotch. Through their clothes, he feels Megumi’s hardness twitching in desire.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Megumi commands. “Tell me what my pretty little slut wants.”
Yuuji moans, sinking deeper into Megumi’s lap, whimpering at his boyfriend’s dominant tone. He throws his head back, chasing that blissful feeling that ignites inside him whenever their erections line up just right.
“I want—” he pants breathlessly. “I want you to stretch me open. Give me your cocks and your cum.”
Megumi growls, ducking his head to mouth along the tendon in Yuuji’s jaw. “What else?”
“Everywhere,” Yuuji gasps. “I want you everywhere.”
“Yeah?” Megumi slides his hands beneath Yuuji’s waistband to fumble hot flesh. Scraping his teeth across his throat, Megumi spreads Yuuji’s cheeks apart, snaking a finger down to prod at his dry hole.
“Ah!” Yuuji gasps, rim convulsing.
“Will you be good for me? Do as I tell you?”
“Yes,” Yuuji cries. “Yes, Megumi. Please. Promise I’ll be good.”
Megumi groans, thrilled. “That’s my boy,” he growls. “My good boy.”
Keening at the praise, Yuuji whines, high pitched and needy. He fucks down harder, faster, desperate.
“Take your clothes off,” Megumi barks.
Fumbling with the hem of his hoodie, Yuuji drags it over his head in a desperate rush. He shuffles backwards off Megumi’s lap, quickly undressing the rest of the way. Megumi chuckles, removing his clothes with a languid unhurriedness that makes Yuuji’s cheeks heat, embarrassed at seeming too eager.
But Megumi doesn’t tease. He only smiles, kissing him and saying, “Get on all fours.”
Eager to obey, Yuuji crawls to the centre of the bed, kneeling on his hands and knees with Megumi behind him. He shudders as long fingers stroke the curve of his ass, vibrating impatiently as they trace his spine, dancing delicately up his back. Sliding over his shoulder blades, Yuuji blinks in surprise as another pair of strong hands take hold of his hips, just as Megumi enters his line of sight.
“Shh,” Megumi hushes. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He wets his lips. “You’re gonna love this, I promise.”
Yuuji shudders, briefly wondering what he’s got himself into, before he sees his boyfriend’s erection. Kneeling before him, Megumi’s cock throbs beautifully. Yuuji’s mouth waters at the glorious sight; he admires the other boy’s body, taking in the dark trail of public hair and his heavy, loaded balls.
The hands at Yuuji’s hips grab his ass cheeks, fondling the fat of his rear. Groaning, Yuuji instinctively rocks back into those palms, encouraging their movement.
“Look at me.”
The Megumi in front of Yuuji—he doesn’t know if it’s the real one—tilts his chin up, forcing him to look him in the eye. His expression is dark and lustful, eyes brewing like a storm at sea. Catastrophic and divine. Yuuji gulps, terrified and aroused in equal measure, feeling a pulse of pleasure rocket through his core.
“You’re so wet,” the Megumi behind him purrs. “Look at your little cock, dripping so sweetly for me.”
A hand brushes Yuuji’s rim, fingers sliding lower to stroke his taint. Moaning, Yuuji closes his eyes in bliss when Megumi cups his balls, massaging them firmly in the palm of his hand.
“Open your eyes,” the Megumi in front commands. Yuuji obeys, eyelids fluttering open, mouth falling apart on a groan as he feels Megumi tightly squeeze his sack. It’s already so, so much and they’ve barely even begun. Yuuji has no idea how he’s going to survive.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Megumi’s tongue darts out like a snake tasting the air for fear. He takes hold of his cock, thumbling his slit, using the pre that’s gathered there to ease the glide of his fist as he leisurely pumps his shaft. “You’re gonna suck me off while I open you up. And then I’m gonna fuck you however I want. Sound good?”
Yuuji nods. “Yeah,” he agrees. It sounds really good. He loves being with Megumi, loves it when the other boy takes control of their pleasure, dictating how he feels. He wants to slip into that space Megumi sometimes sends him to, the one where his thoughts finally leave him and nothing can hurt him, where everything feels bright and soft and good.
“Good boy,” Megumi purrs. Then, without warning, he grabs a fistful of Yuuji’s hair, dragging him down towards his erection. “Good boy,” he repeats as Yuuji opens his mouth, obediently swallowing his length down in one go.
Megumi’s weight is heavy against his tongue, salty and hot. Yuuji hollows his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he flattens his tongue along the underside of Megumi’s shaft, maintaining perfect pressure around Megumi’s cock as he pulls his head slowly up his shaft. He hears his boyfriend’s breathing become shallow and tongues the sensitive skin beneath his cockhead with a skilfull flick of his tongue, before slurping hungrily at his slit.
Click—the tell tale snap of a bottle opening sparks like a match. Yuuji breathes in through his nose, gagging as Megumi thrusts into his mouth, feeling his long cock hit the back of his throat. He chokes, gulping as shockingly cool liquid covers his ass.
Megumi drags his length halfway out of Yuuji’s mouth. Pauses. Thrusts back in, keeping a tight grip on Yuuji’s hair. He repeats the motion, fucking Yuuji’s pink lips, pleasuring himself with the wet heat of his mouth. At the same time, his dexterous fingers play with Yuuji’s hole, rubbing tormenting circles across the pulsing muscle of his rim. Gradually increasing the pressure, he dips one fingertip teasingly inside. Yuuji groans at the intrusion, sending shivers of pleasure down Megumi’s shaft, moaning again when the finger pushes deeper, and again when another one shoves in alongside the first.
Being fingered by Megumi is one of Yuuji’s favourite things—his hands are perfect, always rubbing him just right, nudging that bump of nerves inside him on every other plunge, forcing him to moan like a whore if he wants to feel more.
Yuuji slobbers over his boyfriend’s cock while he’s spread open, whimpering and gasping around the burning length. He rocks onto Megumi’s hand, suckles on Megumi’s tip, and fucks forwards and back, torn between the two.
The next time he fucks forwards, he gags, lips wrapped around Megumi’s base. Tears sting the corners of Yuuji’s eyes and he realises that his nose is running. Glancing upwards, blinking through wet lashes, Yuuji startles when he sees the dark expression on his boyfriend’s face. Megumi is unrecognisable, a demonic glint to his eye that’s borderline obsessive. His lips are pulled back in a snarl and he’s staring at Yuuji with fanatical, animalistic lust. Yuuji’s erection dribbles in fear, hole clenching around Megumi’s fingers as he gulps helplessly on cock.
Just then, Megumi extracts his hand, pulling Yuuji’s head back at the same time. Yuuji’s rim contracts, wrinkled skin throbbing to be filled, and he whines at the emptiness in his mouth.
Holding him by his hair, Megumi leans down, licking a long strip across Yuuji’s face from the corner of his mouth to the edge of his eye, supping on his snot, saliva and tears.
“Beautiful,” Megumi murmurs, kissing Yuuji’s temple. “My beautiful boy.”
Sitting back, the Megumi in front grabs a pillow to shove it behind his own back, spreading his legs out on the bed. At the same time, the Megumi behind Yuuji slaps his butt, making him yelp. Both Megumis chuckle, two dark laughs echoing through the room. Only, it sounds to Yuuji like—
He whips his head to the side. A third Megumi is standing there, watching him with hooded eyes, lazily fisting his heavy cock. Yuuji has no idea how long he’s been there for and feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, skin prickling. Could he be in too deep? Drowning out in open water? No, he thinks, shaking his head. Megumi said it would feel nice. Megumi wouldn’t lie; he never lies. Yuuji has to trust his boyfriend. So, gulping, Yuuji lets the waves wash over him, succumbing to his fate.
Three pairs of hands pick him up, turning him around. He finds himself guided back into the arms of the Megumi sitting on the bed, eased slowly onto him. It’s unnerving, being watched so intently by two versions of his boyfriend as he sinks onto yet another version’s erection. Their eyes trace the rise and fall of his chest, darting to his mouth the instant he so much as nibbles his lip, tracking the slide of sweat from his collarbone to navel with ferocious intensity.
“Ah!” Yuuji feels Megumi’s length breach his first wall of muscle, spreading him apart. He burns white hot, groaning and moaning in agonised pleasure as he’s torn in half.
The Megumi at his back hushes him, stroking his flank, and the other two lean in as well—the one on the side caresses Yuuji’s cheeks, kissing him gently on the mouth, sliding his tongue past his lips. The one on the bed crawls forwards. Distracted by the kiss and the stretch of his hole, Yuuji’s breath hitches when he feels hot air ghost over his own weeping glans, before tight heat envelops his dick. Dizzy and overwhelmed, Yuuji moans lewdly as Megumi swallows his cock, devours his mouth, and pumps roughly into his hole.
Confused pleasure like nothing Yuuji’s ever felt before floods him head to toe, incredible sensations colliding like supernovas in his body. Unable to focus on one thing, deliriously aroused, Yuuji’s eyes roll back and he goes limp, too overwhelmed to do anything but submit to it.
All three versions of his boyfriend growl, guttural and low, pleased at his submission. Yuuji mewls, weak and pathetic, at the sound of which the Megumi at his lips breaks the kiss. Climbing up onto the bed, he wags his cock in Yuuji’s face—Yuuji’s jaw is slack, eyes unseeing—before shoving it between his lips.
“Good boy,” the Megumi behind him murmurs. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.”
A symphony of sensations wash over Yuuji. His body accepts everything that’s happening to it, but fails to process it. It’s too much—Megumi’s thickness is slamming into his mouth, his balls slapping his chin in a relentless beat, knocking his limp head back. Saliva pools like a lake in his mouth, dribbling down his face as he’s fucked with brutal force. Beneath him, Megumi fucks upwards steadily, hungrily, brutal punches of his hips that knock Yuuji’s stolen breath from his lungs with every punishing thrust. Meanwhile, Megumi worships his cock, deep throating him, swallowing and licking and teasing him with a delirious intensity.
Struggling to breathe, vision going dark, Yuuji’s throat spasms, hole clenching around his boyfriend’s length. At this, all three Megumis groan in unison. The combination of them burying deep in his throat and hole as well as the vibrations of pleasure that run down his erection ignites in his balls, which clench, tighten, and suddenly release his load.
Yuuji comes with tears streaming down his face, trembling violently as otherworldly pleasure rips his body apart. His limbs shake like jelly and his cock jerks violently, convulsing and erupting cum, which Megumi guzzles down like a starved animal. Light bursts behind Yuuji’s eyes and he sobs—noiseless, wordless moans around Megumi’s erection as the neverending waves of sensation pulse through him. Megumi coos lovingly in his ear, telling him that he’s a good boy, the best boy, that he’s doing so, so well.
When his orgasm starts to fade, Yuuji’s tears don’t stop, and neither does Megumi. In fact, Megumi picks up the pace. The one beneath Yuuji buries himself in his slick, trembling hole. Lying back, he hauls Yuuji up on top of him, keeping them connected all the while. The other two versions of Megumi pull back to allow the one inside to plant his feet, bend his knees, and mercilessly fuck into Yuuji’s destroyed entrance.
“More,” Megumi grunts, wrapping his arms around Yuuji’s waist to keep him still.
More?
The word appears like a mirage through the fog in Yuuji’s brain. He doesn’t have any more to give—what more could Megumi possibly want?
Just then, something wet and warm strokes his taint, slipping lower to prod at the place where he and Megumi are joined, where his boyfriend jackhammers in and out of him. Eager fingers rub the edge of his rim, massaging his puckered flesh. They dig deeper, thrusting suddenly inside Yuuji alongside Megumi’s cock. Aftershocks of pleasure tear through Yuuji’s body, making his eyes twitch and legs jerk, body convulsing in shock. His toes curl and his fingers freeze as pain merges with pleasure; gyrating his hips helplessly, he feels both desperate to retreat and eager for more.
“Yes,” Megumi moans. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? You love it, don’t you? Isn’t that right, Yuuji?”
Even though his mouth is now empty, Yuuji’s mind is too blank and his jaw is too numb for him to speak. Still, he moves his lips, desperately trying to form words—when a weight settles on his chest.
The third Megumi slaps his dick between Yuuji’s pecs. Grabbing his tits, he tweaks and teases Yuuji’s pink nipples, rubbing his pert buds relentlessly, milking every last drop of pleasure from him that he can.
Yuuji slips in and out of focus. He’s suspended in limbo, immersed in Megumi’s will, entirely at his boyfriend’s mercy. Although his eyes are open, he can’t see anything, vision having faded to black. The darkness is only broken by flashes of green light that shoot across his vision whenever another finger plunges inside him alongside Megumi’s length; whenever the Megumi on his chest tugs his nipples particularly hard, forcing his tits together, fucking passionately between them.
“Nggh—” Yuuji releases a broken moan as the pressure against his hole becomes acute, nearly unbearable. Another Megumi is lining up a second cock, trying to fuck him at the same time as the first. Thrashing his head from side to side, Yuuji sobs: “No, no.”
The pressure against his rim eases up.
“Shh,” Megumi hushes. “It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you. I’m here.”
Yuuji groans, blindly reaching for a hand to hold.
Megumi clutches onto both his palms. “You’re doing so well,” he reassures, voice deep and persuasive. “My sweetheart. My love. It feels good. You want this. I know you want this.”
Yuuji feels more than three pairs of hands caress his legs, belly and cheeks. An unknown number of Megumis touch his body, fingers featherlight and ghostly. Shuddering, Yuuji gulps for air. They’re everywhere—around him and inside him—and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Sinking further and further into the darkness behind his eyes, Yuuji’s mind spins as he loses hope.
It’s too much, he thinks. It hurts. Why won’t Megumi stop?
“You want to be good for me, don’t you, Yuuji?” Megumi whispers. Echoes of Yuuji’s name rebound around the room, tumbling from countless mouths.
From between his legs, his boyfriend coos, “It feels good. It doesn’t hurt.”
“You want this,” another one tells him.
“You love this.”
“We’d never hurt you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you trust us, Yuuji? Why don’t you trust us?”
Megumi keeps reassuring him, hands still caressing him as he lines that second cock up again.
“It feels good,” he reminds Yuuji, wrapping a hand around the base of his dick, teasing his flaccid shaft and rolling the soft skin between his fingers, making Yuuji flinch. “It feels really, really good.”
Yuuji pinches his eyes shut as Megumi bears down upon him, focusing on the tiny ball of pleasurable pain that expands at the base of his erection. He’s confused, aching and overwhelmed. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling, doesn’t know what he wants.
But he trusts his boyfriend. Megumi would never hurt him. They love each other.
Megumi presses his head against Yuuji’s already full entrance, dogged and unyielding, determined to shove inside. Slowly, like a flower unfurling at dawn, Yuuji blooms, giving way to Megumi’s girth. The stretch is obscene. Yuuji arches his back the moment Megumi’s second cock bottoms out, opening his mouth in a silent scream.
The phrase good boy dances around the room, coming from too many mouths for Yuuji to count. Megumi surrounds him, paying passionate attention to his body. Surely this is the most adored Yuuji’s ever been, the most cherished.
Groaning, Yuuji relaxes his muscles, easing up as he becomes accustomed to the thickness inside him.
The Megumi beneath him kisses the side of his neck, a soft, loving press of lips, and then he starts to move. The first two thrusts are shallow, tentative—but that’s all the respite Yuuji gets before Megumi’s self control completely cracks. Snapping his hips like a piston, both Megumis fuck into him with brutal force, twin erections pumping in and out at terrifying speed.
Yuuji’s lips falling apart on a gasp as something rips through him, pleasure or pain, he doesn’t know—only to have his mouth stuffed with another cock. Megumi’s balls press against Yuuji’s nose as he fucks his gaping mouth.
Almost immediately after, another pair of lips wrap around Yuuji’s cock, supping on his pleasure. Invisible hands pry Yuuji’s fingers aways from where they were clutching onto Megumi and Yuuji feels the unmistakable weight of erections thudding into each of his palms.
“Just close your fist,” Megumi instructs. Yuuji helplessly obeys, wrapping his fingers around each shaft, trying to keep them steady as Megumi thrusts into his hands.
Megumi is fucking Yuuji’s hole, pecs, hands and mouth. Noises surround them: euphoric groaning; broken moans. The sloppy sound of countless hands pumping cock; the squelch of lube being beaten into ass; the noises it makes frothing at Yuuji’s entrance. Moans, gasps and growls. The sounds of Yuuji sobbing and crying; the sounds of Megumi groaning and smiling.
Yuuji also hears the unmistakable sound of kissing and realises that the Megumi sitting on his chest and the one with his cock shoved down his throat are making out. Overflowing with pleasure, they slobber into one another’s mouths. The thought of Megumi kissing himself is so obscene, the cherry on top of a mountain of unbelievable pleasure, that Yuuji shatters.
He comes dry, cock shaking but spilling nothing. Intense, searing pleasure torments his body, which judders and groans. His orgasm travels from his shaft to his extremities, crashing through his limbs to his fingertips and toes, clenching his heart and stealing the breath from his lungs. It’s scorching, sizzling through him like a forest fire, leaving only ash in its wake. There’s a shrill noise in his head and white blinding his eyes. Yuuji has never come dry and finds that it hurts like nothing else yet blazes brighter than any high he’s ever climbed to before.
As he shakes, Yuuji feels the erection in his right hand pulse, something warm and wet spraying across his forearm. It’s immediately followed by the cock in his left palm, which twitches as it climaxes. The one buried in Yuuji’s mouth is next; it finishes deep inside him, forcing Yuuji to swallow its milky spend, making him gulp it down in order to breathe. As that one gradually softens, still cosy in his mouth, Yuuji feels hot cum hit his chin, spraying his throat liberally, as the Megumi on Yuuji’s chest finishes.
Splashes of cum drench Yuuji’s body as the countless other Megumi’s jerking themselves off shoot their load across his skin. As the ringing in Yuuji’s ears fades, he hears the distinctive sounds of Megumi’s orgasm echo all around him—choked off, barely repressed moans—until only the two fucking his hole are left.
The weight on Yuuji’s body and face disappears. Gasping, Yuuji’s eyes open to the sight and sensation of several copies of his boyfriend lapping at his skin, pink tongues devouring their own cum like it’s a delicacy.
At last, the Megumi between Yuuji’s legs buries deep inside him as he comes, at which point the other versions disappear like black mist. Weakly, Yuuji lays a hand over his abdomen, feeling the lump of his boyfriend’s cock through his stomach.
The bump disappears as that Megumi dematerialises, too, so that there’s only one left—the one beneath him. He holds onto Yuuji, thrusting inside one final time, moaning as his orgasm hits. Yuuji barely feels it. He can hardly feel anything anymore. As if coming from a long way off, he hears Megumi groan, only coming back to himself the moment his boyfriend pulls out.
Yuuji feels like a sheet of ice sliding off a roof, suspended in sickening freefall before he shatters on the ground. Crashing, pain floods his mind and senses, a bleak hopelessness rises in his chest. What just happened to him?
Hiccuping on air, Yuuji bursts into fresh tears. “That– hurt–” he cries, nearly hysterical.
Megumi shifts, rolling onto his side, turning Yuuji in his arms to cuddle him close to his chest. Stroking Yuuji’s hair, he runs a solid palm down his spine.
“No, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “It didn’t.”
Sniffling, Yuuji pulls back to look his boyfriend in the eyes. His pupils are dark, blown wide with arousal, and the green of his irises, normally so bright, crumbles into something deeper.
Teardrops fall from Yuuji’s lashes as he blinks. “It didn’t?” He shakes his head—Megumi must be wrong for once. Yuuji really hurts.
“It didn’t,” Megumi confirms. Tilting his head, hand stilling at the nape of Yuuji’s neck, he frowns. “Would I ever hurt you?”
Yuuji gulps. Slowly shaking his head, he says, “No…”
His boyfriend sighs. The hand at Yuuji’s nape tightens, but Megumi caresses his face with his other one at the same time.
“You trust me, don’t you, Yuuji?”
Yuuji nods, leaning into his boyfriend’s tender touch.
“Then you know that I’d never hurt you. Ever. I’d die for you Yuuji—I’ve killed for you. I’d do anything for you. You know that, don’t you?” Megumi holds him close, still stroking his cheek. “You felt really good, Yuuji. You loved every moment of it. That was the best sex we’ve ever had.”
Swallowing, Yuuji’s voice comes out fragile as tissue paper. “It was?”
Megumi hums, kissing his brow. “It was.”
“Oh…”
Megumi dips his head, pressing his lips against Yuuji’s own, holding him still by the hand on his nape. He licks into Yuuji’s mouth, running his tongue against the seam of his lips, humming happily as Yuuji opens up beneath him. Slowly, hesitantly, Yuuji kisses back.
Mind swimming in murky water, Yuuji tries to focus as Megumi kisses him. And his boyfriend is right—he’d never do anything to hurt him, Yuuji knows that. He’d said at the start that he wasn’t interested in doing things Yuuji didn’t want to do. It must have felt good, he tells himself. Megumi said it did, and Megumi is always right about these things.
Yuuji loves Megumi. So what’s wrong with him? He’s a terrible boyfriend for thinking Megumi could do anything bad.
Of course Yuuji liked it. It all felt really good.
“Trust me.” Megumi murmurs against his lips, “Next time will be even better.”
Nuzzling into his boyfriend’s chest, Yuuji nods. “Okay.”