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"Can you admit we're lost and we're not going to find anything if we keep this up?" It was a thing of pride for Toji, Megumi knew, but he was absolutely tired of it for today. His father had superb tracking skills, but it meant nothing if he couldn't specifically track the curse user that they were looking for. Or curse. Their intel was sketchy at best and it was a stupid idea to accept this job. The riskier the job, the less information that was gathered, the better the reward was generally, and Toji couldn't help but pick them up all the time. With Megumi being practically glued to his hip, he would always be dragged along in this too. It was a family business basically, even though Megumi tagged along begrudgingly.
It was a good thing Tsumiki was able to remain uninvolved.
Toji was a force all on his own, as was Megumi, but together they worked quite well. Despite that, Megumi wondered why he was needed at all. Toji could handle anything that was thrown at him on his own, that was always apparent. And yet he still kept Megumi around, still trained him to be efficient in hand-to-hand combat all these years and still showed that he relied on him somewhat, all while cursing their family and sorcery in general. It has done nothing to help Megumi's self-esteem in regards to his sorcery abilities, but Toji's defiance had nothing to do with Megumi himself. He knew this, even if it made him feel lesser on occasion. Toji was all around better than most sorcerers without a lick of cursed energy to his name, so what was Megumi in comparison? Not nearly as strong or strategic, he knew that. But he was a capable tool— Toji said as much without thinking of how badly that sounded. He was a tool that the Zenins wanted back and if Toji died they'd likely kidnap Megumi and abuse him to do it. He would be a tool for them too, but probably one to hopefully breed his technique into someone they deemed more worthy. And so a tool for Toji he could remain. At least he was a favored tool.
But a tool that wasn't being used was far from a useful tool. They were wandering a forest in search of the source of this cursed energy, the source of agony for the neighboring village. Nonsensical deaths, infections, plants running amok and destroying homes. It sounded like useless information at the time, but the pollen count had steadily begun to exceed what was normal over the last month, making people thoroughly sick due to complications of allergies. This was the only area that made sense as a source, and it was easy to determine that indeed, it was the home of the source. Megumi could see the cursed energy flow through the place, and Toji said something about the smell being off; if he was capable of having allergies, he'd have been dead after a short while of walking through the forest, he surmised. Still, they took filtration masks with them to wear, because even if their bodies weren't going to fight what they inhaled, who knew if it could be weaponized by the curses later? And it could still fuck up their lungs, too. They had spent two hours roaming the forest by now, and after the first hour Megumi began to question Toji.
For the 4th time in the last hour, Toji grunted in response to Megumi's words. He looked tempted to lift the mask over his face just to glare more efficiently at Megumi. "I'll tell you when we're lost, kid. Stop worrying so damned much, you're worse than—"
"What would it hurt if I let out one of several shikigami I could use?" Megumi had nine under his belt, and there was one that he was not willing to risk his life to obtain any time soon. He was not so arrogant as to believe he could exorcize Mahoraga on his own. Not yet, anyway. His birds could circle the area, his dogs could probably track the curse better than Toji was managing now, or find if something was amiss. Because something was certainly amiss in a forest filled with cursed energy and not a single piece of plant life had attacked them yet. There was an overwhelming aura hiding somewhere, and it was masked within the miasma that was all this small fry. Had this been normal circumstances, Megumi could have enjoyed his walk through here. Even normally, he imagined the place was beautiful with foliage and greenery, the occasional interesting mushroom here and there. Now things were warped but still held an eerie, ethereal beauty to it. There were more mushrooms littering the forest floor than what could be normal, most bioluminescent. Their spores spread beyond what was normal it seemed, lighting up other plants as well. Though it was day time, the canopy formed by the trees was so dense that the sun had difficulty getting through. It felt like night, which was all the more reason to rely on the shikigami. "I have more than enough energy."
Beside him, Toji stopped walking and Megumi followed suit immediately. He hoped his father finally found something that perhaps Megumi could not sense. "We're not lost," Toji said. Megumi opened his mouth to speak but was immediately cut off. "Shut up, kid. We're worse than lost, we're in a fucking loop."
Megumi wanted to open his mouth to complain, because they probably could have figured this out sooner if Megumi used his shikigami. Sending them to scout before they entered would have been even better. But there was no use in pointing fingers and blaming Toji for the fact that Megumi chose to listen to a T. It made more sense to figure things out now. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, this is where I pissed earlier." Toji pointed with his chin somewhere off to their right. He didn't need Toji to tell him that he could smell it, because Megumi knew that. He might as well have been a dog marking his territory, and now he couldn't be too upset that the man pissed on a tree in a cursed forest. It meant either the loop was large, or that their loop was random instead of linear. Either way, it made it difficult for them to determine they were in a loop before now.
With that realization, they were immediately more alert. Megumi didn't wait to be told what to do nor wait for permission. He lifted his hands, splitting the fingers of one in preparation to summon his dogs. "Gyoku—"
It was a very slight sound, one that Megumi hardly heard but would have been much clearer to Toji; the subtle sound of leaves moving against the dirt. The earth rumbled beneath their feet and they both moved, ready to sprint and jump. The ground beneath their feet began to feel like slush, warping and sinking. "Sinkhole!" Toji shouted. Though Megumi was fast, Toji was faster; Megumi moved to jump away and separate from Toji just as the ground began to open up beneath them, but Toji grabbed his hand as he leapt for a tree and its low-hanging branch. The ground opened rapidly, the spot where they stood already gone. But this was the worst of times for Toji to be sweaty. Despite them both gripping tightly to each other and Megumi reaching with his other hand to grip Toji's forearm, they both lost their grip. Megumi's heart rabbited in his chest as he fell into the hole, his stomach sinking while the air around him felt heavy and warm. Though Toji looked down in shock, the tree he dangled from was beginning to be sucked in too. "Shit!"
Somehow that was what brought Megumi back to his senses a bit. Hands raised to form wings before his body reached the bottom of the pit, the name left his lips quickly. "Nue," he called. The winged creature formed just outside the hole and dove in like a bird of prey, just in time to lose sight of it as the sinkhole closed twice as fast as it opened. Despite the wind rushing past Megumi's ears, he heard Toji grunt mid-air, and soon felt his t-shirt gripped by talons gently enough to not shred it to pieces. Once the two were dumped on the ground, the shikigami dissolved, Megumi lifting the mask off his face in order to breathe more freely. The air here was warm and humid, and his skin already felt gross. The darkness was unsettling, but it remained dimly lit, more of the bioluminescent foliage prevalent in the hole. Despite the lush grass and greenery that littered the place, beneath it was hard rock, forming what could have been an extensive cavern of craggy rock structures piled high and far. It was too dark to know for certain. "Fuck," Megumi muttered, moving to stand. He at least found it helpful that they fell into the cave; it was likely they were in a domain, because the likelihood of the entire forest now being a cursed spirit that could mold itself like this was unlikely.
Toji was already on his feet, dusting off his chest as he looked around. He tipped his head up, whistling as he measured the distance. "At least we didn't break our spines and die. Good thinking, kid."
Now was not the time to preen, but Megumi's stomach flipped just a bit with the praise. His response was a simple nod once he was on his feet. "I think we're where we need to be." That overwhelming presence had been hidden here, it seemed, but there were two. But with the lighting they had, Megumi wasn't afraid; there was plenty of shadow for him to play with. Reaching into the ground, he pulled out Playful Cloud and tossed it to Toji, who easily caught the weapon mid-air. He pulled out a single-edge blade for himself, expecting a fight that would have him slicing through plant life some time soon.
It wasn't hard to tell that one presence belonged to the giant plants that stood looming in the cave. Monstrously large, they drooped near their tips, the ends similar to a Venus flytrap. The mouth of the plants were surrounded by petals that slowly pulled open to show them that the two were noticed. Nectar dripped from the mouths and down the petals and stems. They remained still.
The vines and leaves suspended in the dark, however, did not. They slithered and swung about, attempting to grab their attention. There were roots and vines along the ground as well, moving slowly through the debris.
Toji and Megumi remained near each other as they looked around. They did not move far before Megumi caught Toji's attention, a soft and short whistle. It was likely they were already seen, already known to be there, but Megumi caught sight of what was likely the larger cause of cursed energy. In the dark it was human-ish… Megumi's eyebrows drew together. It was rare that they ran into cursed spirits. Unease settled in Megumi's gut like a sack of stones. It was mostly white or tan, with black accents and baggy, black pants. If it had two arms, the second was hidden under a large cloth. The branches that extended from its eye sockets made it obvious that the spirit was right at home here in this cave. There was quite a bit of distance between them, the curse settled high on one of the rock structures within the cave.
"Do all these things have to look so fucking ugly?"
It spoke in their heads after Toji spewed his insult, a raucous noise that made Megumi's face scrunch up. At least, Megumi assumed it was speech, or else why bother? Toji advanced and Megumi did not follow; he'd make it there in less than half the time that it would take Megumi and as soon as Toji darted away, the plants seemed to gain some vigor. The vines that attempted to scoop Toji up were easily swatted away and torn apart by the force and speed with which Playful Cloud was swung. Megumi quickly sliced the vines that attempted to follow after Toji, flipping and jumping into the air to dodge some of the vines and to dice several feet of length into pieces.
While Megumi expected the large plants to move into action, he didn't expect them to be fast. But fast they were, their stems suddenly capable of holding the weight of their heads. They swooped in swiftly to scoop Megumi and Toji up in their mouths, too fast for Megumi to do more than slice at the vines that came with it. Two petals bent and folded to fully remove the mask from the top of his head and a spout opened in the apex of the mouth, spraying pollen in his face. He coughed and hacked, jabbed his sword in the spout for it to stop. He was dropped quickly, caught haphazardly by its vines before falling to the ground where he continued to hack and cough. He wiped the sludge that was its nectar off as much as possible, grimacing from the slimy sensation against his skin; it even soaked through his clothes. It felt as if he stepped into a vat of hot honey. Even his hair sat flat with it.
Toji had barely been stopped, getting scooped up by the second monster plant but slicing through it before he could receive the same treatment. Still covered in its nectar, he shook most of it off and threw off his mask before moving again, pausing once he caught sight of Megumi. He turned to head back, and Megumi shook his head. The other plants were calm once again; there was no reason for Toji to come back. "Go kill that thing," he grumbled and Toji was off like a falcon again. And Megumi was glad for it, because he did not feel well. Covered in two types of gunk, he didn't expect to feel good, but… Technically he did. He felt too good, panting softly from parted lips. Lustful, aroused. Megumi wasn't a nerd that knew everything there was to know about plants and curses but he knew enough and this wasn't something he came across before. For a moment he was dizzy with how fast he had gotten hard. On his elbows and knees, he fell back to sit, licking his lips from instinct and spitting out the pollen and nectar that entered his mouth. "Fuck."
Megumi's skin tingled all over. Even the touch of soft leaves and moss beneath his fingers was stimulating, barely resisting the urge to roll onto his belly and rub against them. He was hyper aware of his clothes, what was completely uncomfortable moments ago now another thing that kept him on edge. Every small bit that he moved caused his t-shirt to drag against his nipples and a moan caught him off-guard, his hand moving to cover his mouth as he whimpered. Even the sensation of his teeth against his tongue sent his brain to spiral. He hoped with all his willpower that Toji would be gone for a long while, because he refused to be seen like this. He was shaking with arousal, precum soaking through already dampened fabric.
On unsteady feet, Megumi rose slowly and tossed his sword back in his shadow, replacing it for a naginata to lean on. He could feel his brain hazing over with the desire to fuck mindlessly, and the only other thing he could think of now was finding water to hopefully wash all this stuff off, and possibly flush it out of his system if the water was safe to drink. "Fat chance," he said to himself between heavy breaths. He fought back a whimper as his thighs touched while he walked, stopping mid-step to squeeze his eyes shut and spread his legs. This was ridiculous. There was no way he was blasted in the face by a plant to have sex. He must be malfunctioning. The people of the village weren't fucking in the middle of the street all day and night; they were getting sick and dying and beginning to see curses. But it was obvious now that they missed so much, so perhaps some people were.
At least Toji would be immune to it. That was the only bit of peace Megumi found while moving and sweating like he was running a marathon. Or in the middle of a sex marathon.
Finding a pond, Megumi dropped to his knees, giving up on standing. The naginata fell with a soft clatter against the rocks that lined the rim of the hole, easily ignored save for the shiver the gentle vibration against his skin caused. He was ready to dump himself in the water and pray for the best when his collar was gripped tightly and his body pulled back. "Get a grip, kid." Luckily the strength with which Toji initially gripped the fabric choked him harshly enough that the only sound Megumi could make was a gagging noise, or else he would have moaned just as loudly as before. "That shit got you good, huh? You reek. I didn't think there was anything that could make your hedgehog hair sit flat."
Megumi looked up at him, eyes almost unseeing as they darted over his body. The parts of Toji he had always admired now took a severely different turn; all that strength could ruin him and he couldn't imagine how good it would feel to be wrecked.
Had he thought this before? Perhaps—
The way the muscles in Toji's forearms flexed while he held Playful Cloud in one hand caught his attention more than anything else. "Did… Is it dead?"
Toji raised an eyebrow, silent as he looked Megumi over. "No. For fuck's sake. Don't touch that water." He released Megumi's clothes and he was gone again. Megumi slumped over onto his hands and knees, attempting to catch his breath. He heard Toji tearing through that large plant from his hunched position, the sight of it in his mind's eye shooting heat through his abdomen. An act of aggression that was in some aspect for Megumi, it flooded his brain with pleasure, and in his mind's eye he could see himself right here on his knees and gagging on Toji's cock for it. He couldn't believe he felt like this, but here he was, barely able to breathe without his dick twitching in his pants and wanting his father like a dog after a bone. But of course he would; Toji was all muscle and height and strength and not an ounce of him was physically undesirable. His personality was shit though— even with his brain like this Megumi would remember that. That didn't change the fact that he wanted to be tossed around like any of Toji's weapons now. He'd probably cum just from getting kicked in the stomach. Shoved. Choked. Held roughly against the ground—
It was Toji's words that signaled he returned, Megumi's ability to hear much beginning to go, replaced with a buzzing in his head. "C'mon, we need to get you out of here. We can worry about the other curse later." He quickly grabbed Megumi's arm and lifted him up to his feet. There was no stopping the way Megumi shuddered, nor the moan he could not bite back. Toji immediately released him, Megumi dropping back to the ground. His knees were useless jelly now. "What—" he stopped himself with a frustrated grunt and sucked his teeth. Megumi took it to be disgust, because he was having a hard time not being disgusted with himself.
"Don't worry about it," Megumi managed between gritted teeth. "Just use your stupid super dog senses and find us a way out of here. I'll be fine." He couldn't keep his body from shaking, couldn't keep his hands from trembling. He could feel that his cursed energy was off, at times being dumped without reason and at other times there wasn't a blip radiating off of him. Even so, on his elbows and knees, he attempted to raise his hands to summon his divine dogs. He managed to clasp his hands together and not much more, his vision beginning to go hazy. He swore under his breath and slowly let his body slide to lie flat against the ground. He didn't get very far.
Toji's hand found his hair and pulled him up by it, Megumi's gasp unhindered by his lips. "Strip."
Megumi raised his hands to weakly grip Toji's wrist, and he felt the tendons move under his skin while he twisted his hand in his hair. Megumi's eyes squeezed shut while he moaned, slowly opening them again to blink up at Toji with bleary eyes. "Are you joking right now?" He was salivating to the point of drooling, fighting the urge to reach down into his pants like he held no sense. Even so, whatever sense he had left was diminishing rapidly. Toji's tone was enough to make him tremble like a leaf, but the way he stared at him? He'd let him spit in his mouth and beg for more. He could feel the heat in his face and body, but somehow the heat radiating off of Toji felt hotter.
The sigh Toji released made Megumi close his eyes again. "You're useless like this. Better to fix you than to drag you around while you whimper and moan in my damned ears like a whore." Though Megumi's stomach flipped unpleasantly with most of those words— of course, he was less useful than Toji's pet inventory worm now— being called a whore and Toji shaking him slightly by the grip in his hair only served to rile him up more. A part of Megumi wished that his mind would continue to pick and choose the best of what he heard, but it was something he would later chalk up to his brain chemistry being altered by this curse's ability.
But Toji wasn't wrong. The way Megumi was now, he couldn't shove these weapons back in his shadow, and the weight of the rest of them was likely part of why he could hardly manage to move while he felt like jelly. Even at his weakest, he wasn't this weak.
Suddenly having more power in his muscles, Megumi stood slowly and carefully, Toji's hand remaining threaded through his hair until he began to lift his shirt. His fingers toyed with the hem of it, eyes cast down even as the garment was tossed to the ground. This was the epitome of embarrassment from the predicament alone. Add Toji to the mix? If he weren't so hard, he would have been sick. Definitely. He'd continue to tell himself that, at the very least. But he moved too slowly for Toji's liking. He managed not to yelp as he was lifted and manhandled, but couldn't keep from squirming in his arms, more so once he was sat in the man's lap. His pants and boxers were tugged down roughly, his cock slapping his abdomen as soon as it was exposed. Each time his hands moved in an attempt to stop Toji, they were quickly and easily slapped away, his sluggish movements no match for him now more than ever. Both his wrists were grabbed and held pinned to his chest by one of Toji's hands, a soft moan leaving parted lips. It shouldn't have felt so good to not be given a choice, but it did. "Are you really going with the blushing virgin act here?"
"I'm not," Megumi seethed. Toji was hot against his back, along his thighs. His mass was comforting and thrilling and sparks were flying up Megumi's spine. Goosebumps began to spread along his arms and neck, his head falling back against Toji's shoulder. He fought to tug his arms free and he might as well have kept still, his arms pinned well enough that his back didn't lift from Toji's chest. Toji's other hand slowly gripped Megumi's length, spreading precum and nectar over the flesh. Though Megumi attempted to close his legs, attempted to tuck his erection between his thighs, Toji slapped his legs away swiftly and began to stroke again. For all the speed and precision the man had, he seemed to be taking his sweet time, his grip firm and steady around Megumi's cock. Despite all of that, his cock throbbed and jumped in Toji's hand. His hips squirmed and he couldn't be sure it was ultimately to get away. "Why are you— you shouldn't be—"
"If you did it yourself, I wouldn't have to. Instead you crawled around and tried to drown yourself." His hand gave a short squeeze and more precum dribbled from the tip. Despite his denial, Megumi couldn't control the short jerk of his body.
"Give me my hands." Knowing full well he'd have an easier time kneeing himself in the face than moving his arms, Megumi only wiggled his fingers to emphasize that he was restrained. A short puff of air left Toji as he released his wrists. That his arms immediately settled at Megumi's waist and kept him from crawling out of his lap felt possessive and wholly unnecessary, and it settled like electricity in Megumi's gut.
In the sense of cursed energy, Toji had no presence because he held no cursed energy. No residuals to read, no aura to pick up on. But for Megumi he was still an overwhelming presence, looming and heavy, judging, and it was no exception now. Megumi hesitantly took himself in hand, grip tight and strokes swift as his shoulders hunched. He was not the shy and awkward type, and he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible but the tension in his body would not cease. He still wanted to hide. The sound of his hand over his cock was loud and slick. He attempted to remain quiet, his breaths sharp with the occasional whimper on an exhale.
And then Toji's hands began to roam.
"H-hey," Megumi stuttered out. His hand stopped and tightened around his cock while one of Toji's wide hands slowly slid up his abdomen, Megumi's free hand gripping Toji's forearm. Despite himself, his shoulders straightened and he tipped his head back to look at him, to tell Toji to stop and let him go. Toji's expression was sharp and dark, and whatever words Megumi had were lost in his throat. Instead he shivered and gasped softly, lips gently parted. He faced forward again, only to have his head pulled back by his hair once more. He swore loudly, eyes opened wide as he stared up into the darkness of the cave. His will to resist was becoming more and more difficult to hold onto, the desire to let go and be bred instinctive and overwhelming.
And like a snapped string his willpower was all gone; Toji's fingers tweaked the nipple they hovered over and Megumi was gone, cumming with a shocked moan. His hand remained still on his cock, his hips bucking as his orgasm shot through him without any help of his own. The ecstasy was dizzying, toes curled in his boots while his back arched. And Toji's hands remained on him, hand twisting his hair on just the right side of painful, his fingers pinching and tugging the same nub until Megumi whimpered with it. Megumi managed a singular stroke as his cum coated his hand and stained the ground white, trembling too much to manage anything more. Once his body fell limp against Toji, he released his erection but kept his fingers dug tightly in Toji's forearm. He was still hard, he was still craving, and while the orgasm felt good it still wasn't enough. He refused to vocalize it, and Toji refused to let go.
Megumi attempted to pull his head forward to no avail, another moan following. The strength in Toji's grip drove him mad, and it was tempting to fall into it and tug again, to feel that pressure he could do nothing about against his scalp. Without his sorcery— perhaps even with it— he was a harmless kitten compared to Toji. That knowledge settled in his gut like the sweetest of aphrodisiacs now, rather than the bitter resignation he often felt and used to push himself to become stronger. "Let go." His voice was breathy, still panting and skin still humming with lust. His blood was boiling pleasantly and when his eyes caught Toji, all he could think about was seeing his face tense with pleasure. Or would his expression remain the same? Would it be sly and aggressive like when he was in battle or would it soften as he watched Megumi fall apart?
Toji's lips leisurely pressed against Megumi's ear and the whimper Megumi heard was one he couldn't believe he made himself. But who else was there? "It wasn't enough, was it?"
The tangible shiver that ran through Megumi's body was more than enough of an answer, but he struggled to shake his head anyway. His body shifted with it, his feet planting into the ground while he carefully pressed back against Toji, grinding against his cock. He inhaled a trembling breath. "No," he eventually murmured. His lips moved of their own volition. The small amount which he moved felt directed like a marionette. He wanted to let his head drop forward but Toji's grip was still there, unwavering. "Please, just fuck me."
"'Please,' huh?" Toji released him while shoving him forward onto his hands and knees. Megumi sloppily balanced himself, legs spreading. "Didn't think that was in your vocabulary."
It took too long for Megumi's brain to catch up, his boots already torn from his feet with his socks dangling half off before he thought to attempt to crawl away. "What? Wait, no—" He aimlessly kicked his foot back even as his ankle was grabbed. "— don't touch me anymore!" And he was ignored. His pants and boxers were tugged off in one swift motion, leaving him bare on the ground, moss and leaves barely protecting his knees from the dirt and stone beneath them. He slowly felt the resistance leave his body. There was very little fight left in him, and why should he continue to fight? There was no one else there to see but the curses he intended to slaughter. But was it something that Toji would hold over him or abandon him for? The slide of Toji's thick thumb into his hole took the thought out of his mind instantly, his body moving to scramble once more. His cock audibly slapped his abdomen from the pleasure of that pressure, a muted moan sounding behind his pursed lips.
Toji's hand soon came to grab his hip and hold him still, though with only one hand Megumi was still able to squirm and attempt to get away. "Keep still," Toji said, monotonous. But he refused and continued to wiggle and shuffle until both hands held him still, and swiftly he was shoved down and sat upon, Toji seating himself at the small of Megumi's back. The man was heavy but the weight still managed to feel good to an extent. It would wreck his spine if Toji stayed there too long but the weight was calming. That Megumi could do nothing to fight the hands spreading his cheeks other than flail his legs and claw at the floor was somehow also calming; he had no choice in the matter, so what did it matter? A heavy slap against his ass momentarily stopped his squirming, his body shuddering heavily. Megumi ignored the loud groan that came out of his own mouth, ignored that he immediately tried to drag his cock in the moss that cradled it.
Toji's thumbs swiped over Megumi's sphincter in turns, occasionally pressing into the muscle and into his hole. It burned slightly but was a smooth entry, slick from what Megumi assumed was nectar with how it made his hole throb and relax immediately. He moaned from the intrusion, stilling completely once he spread his legs more in this awkward position. He felt like a pinned toad. He would arch his back if he could, he knew, and there was that small resistance left which was glad he couldn't. Shame ate at his core alongside desire. Toji slipped two of his thick fingers into him and he spread like melted butter, his eyes rolling back as he felt his body go limp. They pressed against Megumi's prostate easily, rubbing persistently until he shook, until he began to whimper and tried to buck beneath Toji's weight.
The urge to beg was spurred on by the arousal that settled in his belly like molten lava. And before he knew it the words were dripping off his tongue, "Please, pleasepleaseplease, " without another thought in his head as he did his best to rut against the ground. There was the chance that it would scrape the hell out of his dick and he didn't give a damn, chasing another orgasm with a long and loud groan. Toji's fingers didn't stop until Megumi's hole could only flutter weakly. At some point Toji slipped two more fingers inside of him, and Megumi only noticed when he pulled them out, felt how wide his hole was. His cock felt tacky against the moss and he didn't care, humming while his body buzzed, small jolts making his thighs twitch. He didn't move at first when Toji removed himself from Megumi's back, but soon he began to nuzzle the moss and rut against the floor again, pleasant shivers running through his body. Goosebumps pebbled across his skin despite the heat that held his body, and even the sensation of sweat and nectar against his skin felt divine. For a moment, it felt like a gift to feel so good for once in his life.
Megumi was brought back to reality once large hands lifted his hips and his ass was pulled flush against Toji's groin. The shame was back because he was stuck in a cave and cumming like a fountain within complete view of his father who was helping. Or causing, because it seemed like Megumi was helpless in getting himself to orgasm now, only able to teeter on the edge until Toji shoved him over. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to hate the heat that radiated off of Toji's cock, he wanted to hate the weight of it between his cheeks; he wanted to hate the feel of him pressing into him, slow and smooth, but instead he lifted his upper body to his elbows and arched his back. He spread his legs a bit more while biting his lip, his body trembling with pleasure he kept himself from voicing. Though Toji was courteous enough to go slow, he moved without stopping and by the time he was pressed flush against Megumi again, Megumi was a drooling mess. His fingers flexed mindlessly against rock all the while until Toji began to thrust. Megumi covered his mouth immediately, muffling his moans. Toji was perfectly angled to press against his prostate with each thrust, and each time he slammed into Megumi made him see stars.
"Eno— uuh— enough," Megumi gasped weakly from behind his hands, both of them soon slapping against the ground. He gave up holding back his voice, mouth agape and filling the air with shouts and wails. Toji's hand left his hip to grip Megumi's cock as he crowded over Megumi, trapped him completely beneath his size and weight. There was no need to trap him. Megumi did not want to leave, didn't want to move from this spot beneath Toji where he felt pleasure like never before.
A single stroke and Megumi came again, his ability to remain propped up beginning to leave him again. His abdomen tightened and lurched as he released his load, his face pressed tightly against the back of his hands as he tried to quiet himself. He felt wrung dry but it still wasn't enough. The heat within surged and soared, the pleasure of it filling his eyes with tears.
Toji never stopped, continued to stroke, continued to slam into him relentlessly until he sounded close to wheezing behind clenched teeth. When he did still, it was to readjust, no shame in gripping Megumi's throat with his cum-stained hand. He lifted Megumi's head by his throat, gently squeezing and moving his hand to squeeze his jaw. "Because you're better or because you can't handle it?"
Megumi attempted to fight Toji's grip like every time before and brokered no mercy. A short whine escaped his throat before he spoke, the air punched out of his throat once Toji began to slam into him again and again. The sound of skin against skin was loud in his ears and the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach was deafening to him. "Don't want to cum anymore," he slurred, "I don't like it, I— aahh— " He tried to close his mouth when he couldn't hold in his moans once again, drool dripping from his lips and onto Toji's fingers.
"Really? Sounds like you're enjoying this a little too much, Megumi." And he was. He whined and whimpered and wailed with denial and lust but he was enjoying every inch of Toji over him, every inch of his cock buried deep inside of him and every orgasm that Toji coaxed out of his body. And the thought of that made him whimper behind closed lips, eyes screwed shut with deep shame. Even if he didn't act or feel like a parent most of the time, this was still his father who was fucking him senseless. "Think of it as being useful to me," Toji murmured in his ear, the words like honey dripping through his abdomen to strangle his cock, making him drip more. "Pleasure me, that's it. You're my tool. You're mine to use as I see fit, always have been."
Though it could never be so easy— and it wasn't so easy— it still felt like it was coming from Toji's mouth. Megumi moaned loudly, his mouth dropping open to take Toji's fingers into his mouth. He licked over them, between them, kept his back arched while moving to meet Toji's thrusts. Now that he wasn't immediately spitting it out, the nectar tasted subtly sweet on his tongue, or perhaps it was the taste of cum, sweat and dirt on Toji's fingers that made it so. Still, his lips surrounded his fingers and suckled, barely muffling the loud sounds with which he sang. The sweet notes were only silenced when he gagged on those fingers; Toji's hand moved at the same pace as his hips and pushed Megumi into another orgasm, his oral sensitivity too high to resist another. There wasn't much ejaculate this time, the release making his body shake.
Though Megumi whined with his release, he continued to grind back and move in sync with Toji, continued to suck and gag on Toji's fingers while his eyes rolled back into his head. Megumi's arms shook with the weight of his body and soon he sank, his face planted against the moss on the rocks. If he were lucky, his face wouldn't be completely skinned but he didn't care about that now. He didn't remain there long, soon pulled upright by Toji's hand around his throat. Megumi's weight pressed into his grip, unable to hold himself up at all. Each slam back into him pushed his spine to arch and choked a short moan out of his mouth, roughly shoving him out of the haze that settled over his mind. He lazily shook his head as best he could, his words raspy. "No— no more, no more." Toji paused, his breaths audible in Megumi's ear as he looked over Megumi's shoulder, Megumi's erection still standing tall. "I can't take anymore, I can't cum anymore."
The short laugh Toji made was derisive. He let Megumi drop again, his arms barely moving in time to keep his head from slamming into the hard ground. "You should be able to take more than this." Megumi gasped as Toji nearly pulled out and slammed back into him, his hands tight at his hips to hold him still. He continued on, swift snaps of his hips that vibrated through Megumi's core and sent his brain right back to its haze. "Guess I need to train every inch of you."
Megumi's ass clenched tightly at the thought of it, throbbing. A feeble lurch of his cock followed, a small amount of precum dribbling from the tip. He felt completely empty while each stroke over his prostate sent electricity through his body, threw stars in his vision and behind his eyelids. The only thing that kept his legs up was Toji's grip on him, Megumi unable to feel much of his body other than the places Toji's touch lit up. He heard himself chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, please, Toji, Toji—" the words a slurred mess that he couldn't be sure were even coming from his own lips. Toji grunted above him as he came inside Megumi, continuing to thrust into him with long, swift strokes and pulling Megumi back onto his cock like a toy. "More," Megumi slurred, finding the reserves to anchor his elbows against the ground again and wiggle and squirm and grind back on his cock. His walls clenched rhythmically around Toji's cock, milking him for all he was worth and doing his damnedest to keep him deep inside. "More, keep going."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me, kid." Toji finally sounded winded. He dropped forward to press his weight into Megumi, who shivered and squirmed beneath his weight while he began to drool again, mewled beneath the pleasure of having Toji close and wanted to keep him there. Toji pulled back his hips and thrust forward several times until Megumi fell forward, panting and moaning loudly. And with pain.
That haze was suddenly gone and he hurt all over. It was like a switch was flipped and he was immediately grounded in his common sense and restrictive morals. He imagined this was what it felt like to be hit by a train if one didn't die on impact. "Fuck, get off of me," he gasped and attempted to wiggle away. There was still that part of him that wanted Toji to stay right there and he didn't want to acknowledge it, instead embracing the horrible aches of pain that spread throughout his body. "You're like a ton of fucking bricks, you horny old dog."
Though Toji lifted his weight, he also pulled Megumi up by his hair once more, easily bending his body like a bow. Despite the pain, Megumi's hands rushed to silence the moan that partially escaped, eyes squeezed shut. He regretted it, dirt and drying cum now on his face and either way he still moaned. Being manhandled was always going to be a thing for him, even when he was already thoroughly fucked and hurting all over. "Should I make you beg some more?" Toji shook Megumi gently, as if the threat wasn't real but his voice was harsh enough for Megumi to know that it was. And his cock was still in his ass, of course. Megumi turned his head to the side to glare at him but didn't answer, remaining still.
It was easier to deny everything when the choice was taken away.
Toji grinned and let Megumi go, waiting for him to find his own balance before pulling out. He easily lifted his pants back up and tied the drawstring before sitting back. "Here I thought maybe some manners were fucked into you."
Megumi was still warm but his face and ears felt especially hot again. He lay flat on his stomach and attempted to relax. "As if you care about such a thing." He remained still for now and ignored Toji, ignored the sound of a lighter and the soft exhale of his breath. Cigarette.
"You're right; I don't. More concerned with getting out of here before you're like a bitch in heat again."
It took a while for Megumi to remember his thoughts from before… Before. When he did, he lifted some of his weight onto his elbows and gently turned towards Toji. "It's probably a domain we're in without an obvious barrier, since it loops through itself organically. So maybe there's more of these large plants, or we have to find that cursed spirit you lost."
"Figure that out while you were a sex bimbo? Let's get going then, stay on one of your birds this time so you don't get infected again."
Megumi leaned up to snatch the cigarette from between Toji's fingers and lay down again, inhaling from the filter while he glared at him. "You just had your dick in my ass, stop bossing me around for five minutes."
Toji scoffed out a single laugh. "Looks like I finally gave you a backbone with it. Or turned you into a brat." His glare didn't leave and Toji's face remained somewhere between a subtle stink face and a smirk. "Hopefully you won't need a refill."
Megumi tossed the cigarette back at him as he stood to get dressed in his soiled clothes, Toji catching the small projectile without issue. He did not want to think about that, at all. Ever. "I'm moving."