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Megumi watches as Yuuji tightens the blindfold over his own eyes, the dark cloth sliding tight over the sparse rose-brown hairs of his undercut as he secures the knot at the back of his head. He cuts a tall, imposing figure as he stands before Megumi, naked, and cock already half-hard and dripping. Megumi can only marvel at the sight in silent adoration, watching as beads of sweat trail from where the chiselled juncture of Yuuji’s jaw meets his neck, and down the column of his throat; as a moist sheen glistens over the planes of Yuuji’s broad, muscled chest.
He lets out a soft sigh when he feels Yuuji’s fingers brush over him, skimming over the tip of his nose, across his cheek bones, tracing patterns along his jawline; when he feels Yuuji thumbing gently, yet insistently, against his lower lip, seeking permission to enter, to be engulfed by the heat of his warm, inviting mouth.
Megumi inches forward, knees sliding across the sheets on the edge of the bed when Yuuji pulls him closer, two fingers already slipping past his parted lips. Already he feels the tingle of arousal at the base of his spine as he sucks at Yuuji’s fingers, allowing them to probe further in, the pads sliding against his tongue and over the edges of his teeth, scraping against the roof of his palate. He wants to reach for Yuuji then, to wrap and anchor his hands around the bulge of Yuuji’s strong thighs to erase even the smallest distance between them. To feel and taste all the sensations of Yuuji—his breath, his scent; the thrum of his heartbeat, bright, steady, and fierce like a pulsating star—melting onto his tongue.
But Megumi can’t move his arms, not like this. Not when his wrists are bound tight behind his back with a length of crimson silk cloth. He had stripped down earlier to his black boxer briefs, with his white shirt unbuttoned and exposing a sliver of his heaving chest, the navy-blue of his top and slacks lying alongside Yuuji’s clothes in a crumpled heap somewhere in the room. Megumi knows he probably looks like a wreck already just from wanting. From the aching need that’s been steadily building within him, pooling in his gut, his groin, since their mission ended and they’d locked lips the moment they were in the privacy of Yuuji’s room, hands fumbling beneath their clothes and teeth scraping a trail of kiss-marked bruises against their skin.
Just thinking about their earlier intense kisses and bites has Megumi’s hands fidgeting restlessly in their restraints, his toes curling into the sheets beneath him. His own fingers are itching to touch Yuuji, to ghost over the ridges of muscle and sinew running from abdomen to hip bone, to finally encircle and pump around the girth of Yuuji’s wonderfully bright-red cock. But this is part of the play, of the fantasy—wanting, and yet being unable to fulfil the need himself, trusting Yuuji to eventually bring him there once he’s done using him, done teasing and edging Megumi past his breaking point if only to make his release all the more rewarding and satisfying, all the more impassioned.
It’s almost ritualistic, at this point—one they find themselves returning to many times over. An exchange of favours to fulfil a baser need, of unspoken affection; the tug-and-pull of an attraction, a natural affinity they had easily settled into since their early youth and no longer denied from one another over the years. A play on their usual dynamics, of divulged desires where Yuuji retains a measure of firm control over the scene, even when temporarily stripped of his sight, relying on his other senses to touch, taste, and feel; while Megumi readily relinquishes all control, letting himself be bound tight and helpless, giving custody of his body to Yuuji to plunder, ravish, and devour—all while trusting that Yuuji will listen and read his signs, to know when to pull back, to never trespass beyond what Megumi wants, what Megumi can take and endure.
(But Megumi always wants more, wants to take in all of it, all of Yuuji—his fear, his anger, his sorrow, his guilt. To endure all of Yuuji’s immeasurable pain as his own, and like the ever-shifting waves of shadows, to reshape and weave the pain into something more, something gentler; something more forgiving and kind and good, because goodness should beget goodness, and that is what Yuuji, with all of his selflessness and unwavering compassion, deserves.)
Yuuji’s hand caressing his face reels him back from his sombre musings then, and Megumi feels his heart swell at the intimacy of the touch, at the way Yuuji’s fingers are now fondling over him with a mixture of reverence and needy desire. He smiles and plants wet kisses over Yuuji’s stomach, following the sparse trail of hair from navel to groin, before he allows Yuuji to tip his chin up just so to slide his cock, hard and fully erect now, past Megumi’s lips and into his mouth. Yuuji’s breath hitches at the contact, and he groans softly, dragging Megumi closer.
There’s a tingling sensation at the base of his tongue when Yuuji’s grip tightens behind his head, fingers twisting into his damp, tousled hair with just enough force and roughness to send another thrill of arousal up his spine. Megumi feels the back of his throat constrict on reflex when Yuuji’s cock delves further into his mouth, and he stifles back a cough. He fights against the instinct to gag, forces himself to relax, nosing against the trail of pink hair as he inhales slowly, deeply, taking in all of Yuuji’s musky scent.
“Fushiguro, w-wait—Ngh.” Yuuji’s hips are stuttering with the effort to not lose it instantly when Megumi continues to take him in deep, tongue swirling messily around Yuuji’s length before he draws back slightly to lap over the pink glans, probing at the slit. The sounds that are spilling from Yuuji’s parted lips now stirs the gnawing need, the fervour in Megumi’s gut, slow-burning embers igniting into something fiercer, something wilder. He shivers at the tremble in Yuuji’s voice with each moan, gooseflesh prickling all over his skin as heat blooms between his legs, his own cock thickening, pulsing with arousal and heightened sensitivity.
Megumi bobs his head faster, sucking with firm licks until Yuuji can no longer hold back, his resistance dissolving, melting. He rocks his hips forward, grinding shallowly at first into Megumi’s mouth, before building up a tempo that has Megumi’s heart racing in time with Yuuji’s breathy exhales. At each snap of Yuuji’s hips, Megumi feels a second, exhilarating jolt through him; he can feel the pleasurable stretch around his rim, the wet squelches of the lube-slicked silicone plug as it slips and slides inside his ass.
Megumi hums around Yuuji then, the dark green of his eyes growing hazy from the sensations, watching as Yuuji’s pants grow sharper, heavier, his thrusts deep and erratic now as he begins to lose himself to the mounting bliss, to his rising climax.
“Fuck, Megumi—I-I’m close—”
Yuuji thrusts forcefully as Megumi continues to suck him off, taking in as much as he can, resisting the gag as long as he’s able to until he feels a sudden spike of pain. Yuuji’s nails are clawing desperately through his hair, thighs and hips tensing before he finally comes, breath short and ragged. Megumi chokes involuntarily as the white-hot surge hits the back of his throat, but he swallows it just as quickly, greedily lapping up all of Yuuji’s come while Yuuji braces himself against Megumi’s shoulders, shuddering long and hard as he rides out the lingering ebb of his orgasm.
They’re both still breathing heavily, adrenaline still buzzing in their ears and flushed over their skin when Yuuji extracts himself and pulls the blindfold from his eyes. He grins, expression flushed and playful, when he finally meets Megumi’s alluring gaze. He leans in, catching Megumi’s lips with his teeth, savouring the sharp, bitter-salty tang of Megumi’s sweat and saliva mingling with his own come in their sloppy kisses; in the seductive swirl of Megumi’s tongue swiping over his lips and licking hungrily into his mouth.
Before Megumi can protest, Yuuji straightens up again, breaking away from their kiss with a gasp. He raises his hands, bringing the blindfold up again—this time to secure the dark cloth over Megumi’s eyes. With a callous palm, he pushes Megumi down gently and eases him to lay back on the mattress, his bound arms cushioned against soft pillows to minimize the discomfort.
Megumi is already quivering when Yuuji’s knee brushes past his erection, his other senses heightened now that his eyes are covered and he can’t visually process Yuuji’s next movements. The thought alone is enough to send another spike of feverish need and lust through him as he tries to arch himself up, seeking Yuuji’s warmth. But Yuuji knows to take his time, one hand splayed over Megumi’s pale chest to hold him down, to keep him firmly in place. There’s a rustle of fabric before Megumi feels Yuuji peeling back his unbuttoned shirt for better access; he gasps at the feel of Yuuji’s hot breath and moist tongue laving lovingly over the peaks of his hardened nipples.
Yuuji continues to tease him with feather-light touches, groping and nipping all over his body—the hollow of his neck, over the planes of his stomach, the slope of his hip to his inner thigh—touching him everywhere except where his cock is straining against the damp fabric of his boxer briefs. It’s just enough to kindle the heat, the burning ache that’s flaring at his core; enough to drive him increasingly frustrated. And as much as he tries to hold it in, Megumi can’t help but shiver and squirm at every electrifying caress, can’t help the soft moan, the whine that’s rising from his throat to slip past his lips with each exhale.
“I-Itadori…” Megumi finally gasps out when a hand brushes ever so slightly over the bulge in his briefs. It’s the first word he’s uttered since they started their foreplay—he can almost feel Yuuji’s smirk and gaze roving over his body then, taking in the sight of him like this, a dishevelled, desperate mess moaning for more.
He hears Yuuji shifting forward to lean over him. “Do you need something, Fushiguro?” he asks, voice light with feigned innocence and curiosity.
Megumi flushes, exhaling slowly as he bites back another low whine. He wiggles in the growing frustration when Yuuji trails his tongue in slow torturous licks down the curve of his slender neck and over the contours of muscle on his abdomen, before lingering at the waistband of his boxer briefs, never venturing any further.
“Itadori…” Megumi hisses, voice strained.
“I want to please you, Fushiguro,” Yuuji says, fingers brushing against that sliver of skin over his hip bone that he knows will drive Megumi increasingly wild. “But I need to know how. So, tell me—what should I do? Or maybe I should stop…?”
“No!” Megumi snaps, almost bolting upright, only to flush again at Yuuji’s soft chuckle when he pins Megumi back down against the sheets again. “I don't want you to stop… Don't you dare—”
Megumi draws in another sharp inhale when Yuuji suddenly grips his hips firmly, fingers hooking through the hem of his briefs. Still, Yuuji doesn’t touch Megumi where he desperately wants; he presses his groin closer instead, grinding his own hardening length with just enough pressure against Megumi’s bulging crotch that it’s maddening, nudging Megumi even closer towards the precipice.
“Tell me what you want, Megumi,” Yuuji breathes low and husky, tongue dipping into his ear, and Megumi very nearly loses it then, hips bucking upwards, composure fracturing, dissolving away like the liquid shadows.
“I—Damn it, Yuuji, touch me and fuck me already. With your hands, your mouth—a-anything, I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me hard and make me come, please.”
Megumi can almost hear his own heartbeat pounding in the brief silence that follows, in the heated space between them, before Yuuji’s lips are slotted to his once more, kissing him softly, sweetly.
“I would do anything for you,” Yuuji promises, and Megumi knows then, with all of the aching tenderness and affection in his chest, with a blooming certainty within his heart, that he loves Yuuji with all of his being.
His cock is twitching upright when Yuuji finally slips his briefs down past his long, slender legs. Spreading Megumi’s thighs wide open, he keeps them apart with a knee as he squeezes around Megumi’s ass, before reaching for the flared base of the toy buried deep inside him. Yuuji pulls at the base slightly, and begins to slide the silicone plug in and out, pumping rhythmically to further loosen the tight ring of muscle, wringing a deep, shuddering moan from Megumi’s chest when he methodically hooks and twists the plug in again at just the right angle against Megumi’s prostate, driving him further along the edge.
“Yuuji… Fuck—!” Megumi chokes out as he squirms beneath Yuuji’s relentless ministrations. His moans are steadily growing louder at every tug and pull, at every brush against his sweet spot, and soon he’s begging from the overstimulation, teetering precariously on the edge. He hears the shuffle of movement, feels Yuuji bracketing him in with strong, muscled thighs as he straddles and lines himself up over Megumi.
There’s a warm, slick sensation encircling his cock as Yuuji begins to stroke him, massaging dollops of lube all along his shaft. And before Megumi can begin to ask, Yuuji is shifting again, lowering his hips and spearing himself on Megumi’s achingly hard cock in one slow movement. Megumi inhales sharply at the engulfing heat and pressure that follows; at the way Yuuji is so slicked with lube, so hot and tight when he clenches all around Megumi as he works himself up and down along Megumi’s length. Megumi can feel the coils of pleasure tightening within his core, heat flaring under his skin like wildfire, dragging and hurtling him along, the exhilaration rising, cresting like a wave—
Only for Yuuji to abruptly pull away and lift himself off from Megumi’s cock. He moves to kiss the inside Megumi’s left thigh, lingering long enough to leave a bruising mark before he reaches for the plug in Megumi’s ass again, pulling it free this time with an obscene, wet squelch. Megumi releases the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding in then, disoriented and confused by the sudden loss of pleasurable heat and pressure at both ends. He’s so close, so close, balanced precariously on the edge now with a heart-pounding equilibrium, his balls flushed taut, his cock dripping precome and twitching painfully; the intensity of the bubbling delirium, the exhilaration brushing only by a hair's breath away, almost slipping through by the tips of his fingers and unto his palm.
“Y-Yuuji,” Megumi pleads, biting back another whine, his pulse thundering under his skin. He’s already shivering with anticipation, aching with a searing need when the bed creaks and dips under their weight again; when Yuuji finally lifts Megumi’s hips up and tilts his lean thighs back, teasing the tip of his own leaking cockhead against Megumi’s gaping, pink hole.
“Yuuji, please, I can’t—Please, let me come,” Megumi begs, his voice almost a whisper.
“Shh, easy now. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Yuuji’s voice is soft when he nuzzles a soothing kiss against Megumi’s forehead, before he tightens his grip around Megumi’s hips and carefully pushes himself in. Megumi’s back is already arching off the bed when he feels Yuuji’s engorged cock impaling him; at the intensity of the stretch, the wonderful fullness of it when Yuuji finally, finally, sheaths himself all the way in.
His mind had already been in a whirl, swimming with stars, when Yuuji was riding him earlier, but when Yuuji begins to move and roll his hips, fucking him in earnest now, Megumi breaks then, fracturing, shattering, like cosmic dust along with the stars; he's crying out at the overwhelming pleasure, at the intense jolt shooting from the root of his cock all the way up his spine. Gravity is pulling taut within him, the coils twisting hot and tight in his belly as Yuuji picks up the pace, thrusting in faster, harder, until he’s pressing against that sweet, delicious spot inside Megumi; until Megumi is practically wailing when Yuuji spears deeper into him, writhing helplessly in Yuuji’s strong hold when he finally peaks in harsh spurts, burning white-hot and sticky between their sweaty bodies.
Megumi’s still trembling and twitching valiantly as Yuuji continues to fuck into him, wringing a second, smaller orgasm out of him and milking him through the receding waves. The sight of Megumi letting himself go to all the pleasure Yuuji is giving him, all blissed-out, boneless, and breathless now is enough to tip Yuuji past the threshold, and he comes just as vigorously, body convulsing with release.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of their soft pants in the lull as their breathing gradually evens out. Megumi is still descending back into himself when Yuuji finally removes the blindfold from his eyes. He blinks as his vision adjusts to the light; his mind still hazy with the lingering afterglow.
“Sorry, Fushiguro… I got a bit rough,” Yuuji says. He brushes a thumb over Megumi’s cheek in comfort, looking over at Megumi with a gaze filled with concern and tenderness, as though he’s the one who had gone through the entire session without seeing his partner’s face. “Are you all right?”
He cradles Megumi carefully in one arm, untying the silk bonds from his wrists and removing his sweat-soaked shirt, before setting him down gently on the bed again. The sheets are a mess (and so are they) but Yuuji, considerate and attentive as he is even to the littlest things, still does his best to clean them up anyway, wiping Megumi down with a fresh towel.
“You don’t need to keep apologising—I’m fine,” Megumi replies, voice still hoarse as he stretches his limbs out gingerly, pins and needles already tingling along his arms. He lets out a soft huff, and in a display of uncharacteristic affection and possessiveness, pulls Yuuji close, nuzzling tiredly into the crook of his warm neck. “Besides… Rough is good, sometimes.”
Yuuji beams wider at that, hazel eyes bright with a roguish gleam as he gives Megumi his best attempt at smouldering bedroom eyes, voice low and teasing now as he says: “Oh, Fushiguro-san. Seems like it was more than just good for you, considering how wrecked you sounded when you ca—O-ow! O-okay, sorry, sorry! Have mercy!”
Megumi scowls as he bites petulantly at Yuuji’s neck a second time for good measure, nipping just enough to leave another loving contusion with his teeth, before he embraces his arms tightly around Yuuji once more.
“It feels good to let go like this, especially when it’s with you,” he murmurs at length, lips quirked into the gentlest of smiles. Yuuji laughs softly and hums in agreement, massaging circles down Megumi’s lower back to soothe the soreness away.
They hold each other for a little longer, exhausted but content, before finally drifting off to sleep.
—End—