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Megumi digs in his pockets for the keys to his apartment, quickly finding them and fumbling with the lock. He was so tired, maybe even stressed. So incredibly desperate to kick his shoes off and just sleep. Preferably with the pink haired boy he calls his boyfriend. He works at the campus coffee shop in the dewy mornings and after he’s done with his day classes. His white haired manager has been scheduling him more and more recently due to most students quitting, realizing they can’t handle the job and classes at the same time. It pisses him off. He wishes he could be like them, the money’s surprisingly great but he’s not sure if this stupid coffee shop is worth it, being this exhausted.
The thought of his homework and exams coming up almost makes him fall onto his knees. He quickly recomposes, finally opening the door, closing and locking it behind him when he’s inside. His eyes find comfort on the buff figure on his couch, figuring he let himself in. Him, being his boyfriend Yuuji Itadori. They’ve been dating for almost a year now, meeting in high school. They confessed their feelings for one another nearing the end, both believing they didn’t think of one another as anything more than a good friend. The two chose to go to the same University together, deciding to make up for lost time that they could’ve had in high school.
His pink haired boyfriend beams at him, Megumi instantly softening and letting a tired, small smile appear on his face. For him, he would try.
“Hey, Gumi!” Yuuji happily greets, patting the spot next to him on the couch. He has the TV running a program he’s not sure he really cares about and his legs in a bow formation, with a pillow in his lap. A blanket drapes over his broad body awkwardly, the smaller throw blanket not being big enough to cover him fully. He’s wearing a black long sleeve compression shirt, and fuck was he already screwed. He’s also looking at him with so much love that he physically can’t move his lanky body to his much wanted need to just plow face down into his bed, but rather cuddle with his sweet boyfriend for a bit.
He hopes his look conveys the amount of love he feels for Yuuji, before peeling off the hat he wore and untying his apron and hanging it on the hall tree next to the door. He slides out of his work shoes, sauntering over to the couch. He slides right into place, his head on the pillow in his lap, looking up at him. Yuuji smiles down at him, his hands immediately stroking his hair, Megumi lets out a sigh of contentment.
Yuuji knows not to ask about Megumi’s work day, seeing the somber look it pulls over his face. He instead just lets the two sit with the tv playing in the backround, the only time he’s capable of being quiet. To please his beloved boyfriend. He continues to stroke his hair with one hand, but lets the other trail on his collarbone, around his jawline, the tips of his ears. All the while Megumi’s almost purring, as if he were a very happy cat.
Megumi’s head finally clears. “I thought you had soccer practice tonight? Don’t get me wrong– I’m happy you’re here, but why?” He questions, pulling one of Yuuji’s hands into his own. Yuuji plays for the university’s soccer team, being an amazing striker. He has practice almost everyday, his only off days being Friday and Tuesday. Megumi tries, really tries to get one of those two days off, but his manager is so fucking stingy, intent on him putting in his hours– doesn’t help that they are currently understaffed, so he just outright refuses. He also tries to make it to his games, wanting to watch his boyfriend shine on the field. To the few he’s been too, the happiness he feels in his heart whenever Yuuji makes a goal and immediately looks towards him and winks, is almost incomparable to anything else.
Yuuji squeezes his hand, “They canceled practice today. I don’t really know the details, but I’m happy they did. It means more time I get to spend with you.” Yuuji grins, squeezing his cheek with the hand that was previously tracing him. Megumi blushes up at him, a shy smile on his face. No matter how much time he spends with his boyfriend, he can always make him blush.
“I’m sorry I can’t… actually do something productive with you.” Megumi lowers his eyes to his own stomach. He feels bad he can’t go on extravagant dates, like Yuuji deserves too, because of his stupid schedule.
“Hey… Shh. Laying here with you is like, equal to a million productive dates! I love spending time with you and I don’t care what we do, Gumi,” Yuuji confesses, his hand squeezing his own once more. “I love you for you, not what we do together. But that’s a bonus too.” He rambles, not feeling a smidge of embarrassment afterwards. He admires that about Yuuji. That he can just speak his mind, without overthinking every single little thing before he says it. He wishes he were like that.
“I love you, Yuuji.” He mumbles, looking back up into his beautiful brown eyes. He had trouble saying I love you before, the only person he had ever said it to was his sister, but Yuuji gave him time and never pressured him to return the words. Plus, Yuuji knew Megumi showed his love in other ways than verbally declaring it. He loved that about him, he was always so patient with him, acknowledging he had never been in a relationship before and wanted to take things slow.
Yuuji's eyes look back into his own, crinkling in the creases. Megumi sits up, turning his head to pull his boyfriend close to him. He presses a light kiss onto his cheek, before moving towards the others mouth. He licks his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he kisses Yuuji. His soft lips feel weightless against the others harder, slightly chapped lips. Though Megumi was the one who initiated it, Yuuji’s quick to apply pressure into the kiss. Yuuji’s tongue slides across Megumi’s bottom lip, drinking up a small moan Megumi lets out. His hands roam Yuuji’s muscular body. His hands trace his abs, that he can never get enough off. Megumi feels Yuuji’s tongue familiarly slot against his own, drinking in the feeling.
He can never get enough of this. Making out with his boyfriend. It’s one of his favorite things. He will never pass out on an opportunity to kiss him and his stupid mouth.
Megumi pulls back after a few more minutes of making out, breathing hard. A faint blush is seen across his cheek. He wouldn’t have pulled away if he wasn’t in fear of passing out due to a lack of air. Megumi adjusts himself, moving to sit on Yuuji’s lap. Yuuji just dopily smiles at him, his (big) hands resting on Megumi’s waist.
The two breathe for a second, just staring happily at each other, before Megumi presses himself into Yuuji once more. This time, Megumi tugs at Yuji’s sleeves to get it off of his head. Even though he looks fucking amazing, the shirt doing its job, showing off Yuuji’s muscular body, especially his abs– He wants– No, needs to touch his bare chest. Maybe this will help him relieve his stress. They break away once more, Yuuji pulling his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor somewhere. Megumi’s hands fly to his boyfriends naked torso, his hands pressing on his hard chest. One of his hands move to Yuuji’s nipple, squeezing it gently.
“Ah-“ Yuuji moans. His nipples are super sensitive, the slightest brush against them could turn him crazy. “M-Megumi… you too..” Yuuji whines, pulling at Megumi’s shirt.
Megumi used to be self conscious of taking his shirt off, being reminded of the female parts he still had because of his lack of money to get rid of them. Showing his chest came with vulnerability that he wasn’t use to, resulting in a very slow and gentle first time with Yuuji, who was so loving and patient with him. Yuuji reminded him that he would love him no matter what he looked like, if he had top surgery or not, even suggesting that once they’re older and both have higher paying jobs they could pay for it together. Megumi must have been a fucking saint in a past life because damn was he lucky to have Yuuji in his life.
But now, straddling his boyfriends waist, he nods eagerly and quickly pulls his own shirt over his head. He reminds himself of Yuuji’s beliefs, how he doesn’t care that he has boobs and likes Megumi for who he is and not what he looks like. Infact, he wanted nothing more than to free himself of his constricting binder, making quick work of the tedious task of unhooking it. His long and nimble fingers do the job, tossing it to land in the small pile of his and Yuuji’s shirts.
Luckily, his boobs never grew too big at all, biggest being, he assumed, maybe an A cup? Though Megumi hated them when he was alone in his bedroom changing in the morning, reminding him of his past and what he he was trying to so desperately change from, he didn’t actually mind them during sex. Specifically, sex with Yuuji. During their first time, Yuuji was sure to show them love to prove he loved all of him, even the parts he didn’t love about himself. Megumi was happy that Yuuji enjoyed them so much, and that’s all that mattered to him.
Yuuji hurried to move his hands up his skin, finding purchase in his small tits. He gives them a small squeeze, smiling at Megumi. He knows they’re sensitive because of how little touch they get. Megumi squirms, a small gasp falling from his lips. “So pretty, Gumi. All for me.” Yuuji says, giving them a slightly harder squeeze.
“Mmph!” Megumi moans, melting under the praise. It makes him weak. He would do anything for him if it meant he would utter out praise to him. Yuuji continues his ministrations, squeezing his boobs while licking along Megumi’s collarbone. All while Megumi lets out small noises of pleasure.
Yuuji pulls away, smirking at his work. A flushed Megumi, his lips wet and his eyes glossed. It doesn’t take very much for him to get in this state. Yuuji stands up, holding Megumi close to his chest, tapping the other's legs, signaling to wrap around him. Megumi does exactly that, noticing the pillow dropping onto the floor while Yuuji walks them to the bedroom. He drops Megumi onto the full sized bed, crawling over him immediately.
Yuuji kisses him again, this time with more passion. Megumi feels Yuuji’s boner on the inside of his thigh. He softly pushes his body up, forcing Yuuji’s erection to make even more pleasurable contact with Megumi’s thigh. Yuuji– in return groans into Megumi’s mouth. Yuuji pulls away, looking dazed as he quickly unbuttons his lover’s pants down, fumbling with the zipper before yanking that down as well. He pushes Megumi’s jeans down to his ankles, with Megumi kicking them off. He’s left in a pair of tight, black boxers. He feels the wet spot there, and is pretty confident that Yuuji could see it.
“So perfect… and so beautiful.” Yuuji mumbles, his voice laced with love. Megumi blushes, his skin tingly from where Yuuji held his face. He always wondered how he could stay so composed like this. It probably has something to do with his un-fearfulness of saying whatever’s on his mind. Whatever it is, it makes Megumi keep falling in love with him. He doesn’t think he could ever stop– how could he? When he has the most perfect man in front of him, about to make love to him, he would never stop falling.
Yuuji knows Megumi isn’t good with his words normally, so obviously that would be that he’s especially not good at speaking them during sex. So he doesn’t force him too in any regard. He just lets his mind flow, doing enough speaking for the both of them. Yuuji fingers the band of Megumi’s boxers, his other hand rubbing the wet spot that is in fact visible to him.
“Y-Yuuji…” Megumi moans out, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Yuuji smiles to himself, continuing to rub his boyfriend. He slowly pulls down his boxers, revealing Megumi’s pretty pussy. Yuuji has to fight the urge to plant his head in between his plush thighs and stay there for eternity. Everytime he sees it, it’s like the first time. It draws him in. Everything about Megumi, to his dangerous blue eyes to his hidden body, draws Yuuji in. Like a moth to a flame. His eyes make his way up his body, his thin waist and perfect tits– all the way up to his face. His arm is covering both of his eyes, his mouth wide open and breathing heavy. His other hand is gripping the sheets tightly.
“Megumi, look at me.” Yuuji whispers, coaxing Megumi into moving his arm away from his face, looking up at Yuuji. “You’re too pretty to be hiding your face. So please, look at me.” He says, this time saying it louder to reaffirm it. Look at me, he’s saying, and to that Megumi will oblige. No matter how strong the urge is to bury himself with his hands, to hide his face away from him, he stays, looking up at his lover, while they share a meaningful look. Yuuji leans down and kisses his forehead sweetly before Megumi feels his fingers brush over his pussy. Megumi gasps, the feeling so blissful– as it was the first time. He remembers how foreign the feeling was, how it was almost insane to him that he let someone touch him in this way. Yet, with Yuuji, it felt natural, that he didn’t have to pull away and cower, that he could embrace it.
He feels Yuuji’s fingers once more, but this time they’re slipping through his pussy lips, collecting the wetness he’s accumulated over this time. “All wet for me…” Yuuji sighs out, looking at his fingers. “I’ll make you feel good, Megumi. I promise you that.”
And he does exactly that.
After collecting some of the wetness from Megumi, Yuuji slowly glides up and down his dripping clit, finally circling his hole before pushing in. Megumi let’s out an embarrassingly high pitched moan. He didn’t exactly have to prepped like this, but it still helps. Yuuji’s big, and though Megumi could always take it, sometimes it would be a bit more painful than he liked. Yuuji slowly drags his index finger in and out of him, his thick fingers rubbing inside of him. He adds his middle next, curling the two fingers whenever he pushes them the farthest they can go. Megumi’s quiet moaning gets louder whenever he curls his fingers inside of him. Yuuji enjoys this, so he continues it. He adds one last finger, pushing them deep before resting there.
Yuuji looks down at Megumi, naked and squirming beneath him. He lets out a pleased sigh, making eye contact with the black haired boy. Megumi’s eyes are dilated, looking straight up into Yuuji’s brown ones. His chest is quickly rising and falling, desperate to be pushed into.
“Y-Yuuji.. please.” Megumi begs, his right hand grasping Yuji’s left wrist. Who was Yuuji if he didn’t oblige? Plus, Megumi needs this tonight. He won’t tease him today.
Yuuji gives a curt nod, before setting a moderate pace of thrusting his fingers into Megumi. He shakes off Megumi’s hand of his other one, choosing instead to intertwine them. Megumi’s eyes start to close, his head leaning back and mouth open.
“Mmm.. Yuuji..” Megumi breathes out, his back slightly arching off the bed. Yuuji lets out his own groan at his perfect boyfriend moaning beneath him. He’s so hot.
Yuuji speeds up, setting up a rougher and quicker pace. He wants to make Megumi feel good tonight, so he would do anything in his power to. “So good for me, Megumi.” His voice laced in sultry, his hand squeezing the others. Megumi whimpers– fucking whimpers at Yuuji’s praise. Yuuji swears to himself this is all he’s ever gonna do from now on, anything to get Megumi to make that noise again. He watches Megumi closely, babbling praise, while Megumi lets out more of those pretty noises. His eyes are squeezing shut, his eyebrows furrowing, and his mouth in an “ o “ shape. He watches the way his thighs tremble, signaling that he’s close.
“Yuuji!“ Megumi whines, his other hand that isn’t laced with Yuuji grips the bed sheet tightly. “I-I’m gonna–“ Yuuji hits a particularly sensitive spot in Megumi and he whines again.
“Ahh Gumi..” Yuuji sighs out, thrusting his fingers deeply inside of him once more. Megumi gasps, feeling the knot in his stomach about to burst. He lets out one, last loud moan before finishing. Yuuji’s fingers slow down, riding him through his orgasm. Megumi pants, his heart almost beating out of his chest while he slowly opens up his eyes. He sees Yuuji looking profoundly at him, with the biggest smile on his face. Megumi can’t help but return the smile, albeit softer.
“You did so good.” Yuuji gently says, his voice soft. He leans into Megumi, kissing him. It’s not like the previous ones, full of want and need and desire, but rather sweetness. Megumi can feel Yuuji’s lips on his own, but he can also hear all the words Yuuji wants to say, and that’s enough for him.
Yuuji pulls away from the kiss, slowly pulls his fingers out of Megumi, putting them into his mouth and sucking them dry. Megumi blushes at the action, looking down at his own body. Yuuji pops his fingers out of his mouth, using that hand to hold Megumi’s waist. “I love you, Gumi.” Yuuji says again, reaffirming it to make sure Megumi knows.
“I love you, Yuuji.” Megumi says, still kind of out of breath, his voice raspy. Yuuji smiles down at him, pulling him in for another chaste kiss before lingering down his jaw and collarbone. He lands on his neck, gently sucking a love bite onto his neck. Megumi’s hand moved to Yuuji’s broad back, letting out sigh’s of contentment.
Megumi once again feels Yuuji’s bulge on his thigh, remembering he hasn’t gotten off yet. “Yuuji, let me help.” Megumi whispers, nudging his thigh up. Yuuji groans, while Megumi feels it on his skin.
“Mhm- To be honest, I- I forgot about that.” Yuuji says, licking at the spot he previously sucked on. Megumi rolls his eyes down at him.
“Yeah, sure you did.” Megumi laughs, untangling his hand from Yuuji’s, tugging on the band of Yuuji’s sweatpants. Yuuji quickly follows Megumi’s eagerness, pulling the thick, bunchy fabric off of his muscular legs. Megumi loved Yuuji’s legs. They were really that of a soccer player. All the hours he puts into going to the gym in the morning really shows off. He could visibly see the muscles flex and strain whenever he thrusted into him and Megumi loved that.
Yuuji’s left in a pair of gray boxers, his very erect dick prominent inside of the thin material. Yuuji pulls off the boxers, his cock springing out, landing against his stomach. The tip is glazed with pre cum, leaving dots of it on Yuuji.
“Fuck.” Megumi grumbles, looking at the sight in front of him. A red faced Yuuji, fully naked with his dick against his toned stomach. He wishes he could take a picture of this, save it into his memory forever.
“Use me, Yuuji. Let me make you feel good.” Megumi rasps, pulling Yuuji closer to him.
“Whatever you say, Gumi.” Yuuji winks, jerking himself off a bit. He whines, whispering Megumi’s name before positioning himself in front of Megumi’s cunt. It’s like it’s literally enticing him in.
“I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Yuuji affirms, looking at Megumi’s nod of approval. He receives it, then looking down at where their bodies are about to meet. He slowly pushes his dick into the other, immediately moaning at the feeling. Megumi breathes out, the pressure of Yuuji’s hard dick inside of him, the feeling of it filling him up driving him crazy. Megumi’s hands find purchase on the sheets once more, gripping them for dear life.
Yuuji is big. He’s big everywhere. Whether it be his big biceps, his big shoulders, and frankly his big head, he’s just big. It’s no surprise that it transfers to his cock, yet every time it’s like figuring it out for the first time. When Yuuji finally bottoms out, he’s panting, holding Megumi’s pretty little waist with his large hands. His thumbs almost meet each other in the middle. You could even see the slight bulge in Megumi’s stomach from Yuuji’s dick imprinting his insides.
“Mmph- Megumi… taking me so well. So good.” Yuuji hoarsely says, giving Megumi a minute to adjust. He’s breathing hard underneath him, getting used to the familiar feeling of having his loving boyfriend deep inside of him.
“P-please… move– fuck– Yuuji!” Megumi moans out, shutting his eyes once more. He anticipates the feeling of emptiness before people filled to the brim once more.
Yuuji obliges, slowly pulling out of the thin boy. He feels Megumi’s tight walls– which for some reason are always tight, no matter how much they fuck– drag against his cock. Yuuji groans, the feeling of Megumi’s fucking pussy clinging to the tip of his dick is insane. Megumi cries out, his hand moving to his hair to hold onto.
“G-Gumi.. you’re always so tight… feels so g-good.” Yuuji groans out, pushing himself back into the boy. Megumi moans, while Yuuji creates a consistent pace of slowly pulling out and thrusting back in hard. The friction this gives his dick is so unbelievably pleasurable, and the roughness of his push back is enough to drive Megumi closer and closer.
“Yuuji!” Megumi whimpers, opening his eyes to witness the beautiful view in front of him. Yuuji’s eyes are glazed over with sex, his eyes wide open, staring down at Megumi. His hands snug on his waist, using his strength to keep Megumi in place while he thrusts. His lips open, spilling out gruff groans often.
He smiles down at him, increasing the pace. He pulls out quicker, pushing himself back in faster. Megumi slips out a loud whine, his eyes immediately shutting again. Yuuji adjusts their position, lifting one of Megumi’s legs straight up, being able to press even deeper inside of the black haired boy. Megumi feels his balls slap against his ass, the noise being obnoxiously loud. With this new angle, Yuuji can hit Megumi even deeper.
He unrelentlessly persists with his mind numbing thrusts, not even aware of how many groans and moans are filling the room.
“Your pretty pussy is taking my cock so well..” Yuuji says, sounding like an erotic actor with his voice hoarse and breathy. Megumi keens, though, the praise his boyfriend gushes over him has him fucking weak, both literally and figuratively.
Megumi gasps as Yuuji hits deep into him, the head of his cock almost pushing into his damn cervix. His hand pulls at the sheets, his whole body shaking.
“C-Close!” Megumi shakily lets out, his hand moving to his own tit and groping it. Yuuji watches him, moving one of his hands to rub his clit. “Mmph!”
“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock?” Yuuji whispers, pushing rougher into the spot that made Megumi yelp. Megumi frantically nods, his knuckles turning white with the deathly grip he has on the bed sheets.
“Gonna– Gonna make a pretty little face while you gush all over me?” Yuuji groans, imagining the sight that will soon play in front of him. Megumi’s still nodding, agreeing with everything he’s saying.
“Y-Yes…!” Megumi moans, his thighs starting to tremble. He feels a knot in his stomach about to burst, letting out a mantra of ”Yuuji’s!” and squeezing his eyes shut.
Yuuji acknowledges how his boyfriend is about to go through his second orgasm, sacrificing some of his power in his thrusts to speed up and get his Megumi off. “Cum for me, Gumi.” Yuuji rasps, looking down at his boyfriend, admiring him. He speeds up rubbing on Megumi’s clit, watching his boyfriend shake and cry out.
“Mmm… Ah!” Megumi cries out, grasping at Yuuji’s hand on his clit. His whole body shakes while he reaches his climax, gushing cum all over his boyfriend's dick. Yuuji lets out a choked grunt, snapping his hips slower while Megumi’s cunt clamps down on him. His thrusts are rougher to ride him through his orgasm, while simultaneously trying to reach his own.
“Perfect… so perfect just for me.” Yuuji repeats, not being able to blink. He doesn’t wanna miss the sight of his boyfriend’s pretty chest rising up and down, trying to catch his breath, biting his lip. He occasionally lets out small whines and whimpers when Yuuji pistons into a sensitive spot.
“Yuuji! I-Inside! Please…!” Megumi begs, which of course– Yuuji would listen.
“Yes!” Yuuji groans, moving the hand that was rubbing Megumi’s clit next to his head, leaning in closer to kiss him while he resumes his rough pace, forcing Megumi’s leg to fold.
Yuuji feels it seconds before, he feels his stomach tightening, his thrusts lacking precision as he inches closer and closer. He focuses on the obscene sound of their skin slapping together, Megumi’s lips mingling with his own, before he releases a loud, choked moan (which Megumi happily drinks up) and presses hard into Megumi. “I love you!” Yuuji whines out into the other's mouth, his hand gripping Megumi’s waist hard.
Yuuji gasps, spilling into Megumi while the other cries out. Megumi feels the warmth flood deep inside of him, bucking his hips at the hotness of it all. He feels the warm cum deep into his own cunt, Yuuji still plugging it in by his hips stilling. Both of them breathe hard, catching their breaths.
Megumi starts to steady his breathing, clearing the sex fog from his mind. Yuuji’s warmth fills him, not only from the inside but it swallows him whole. He feels like the earth; Yuuji being his sun.
“Took me so well, handsome.” Yuuji breathes out onto Megumi’s lips, his own chest rising and falling methodically. He presses light kisses onto him, before standing up.
“You’re so good to me..” Megumi mumbles, his blush reddening. He sits up, his thighs trembling with Yuuji still inside of him. Yuuji smiles at him, one of those warm smiles that make his heart melt. He slowly pulls out of him, Megumi wincing at the feeling of emptiness and the drag out of his slightly overstimulated cunt. “I’ll be right back, baby.” Yuuji says, grabbing his boxers from the floor and pulling them on.
They have no right to make his thighs stand out as much as they do. Megumi thinks, before he sees Yuuji disappear into the bathroom, presumably grabbing tissues to clean Megumi up.
His assumption was correct, of course, seeing Yuuji have a damp hand towel with a few tissues. Yuuji returns and kneels in front of him, kissing the inside of his thighs.
“You have such a pretty body, Megumi.” Yuuji says fondly, in between scattering his thighs with chaste kisses. He grabs one of the tissues, cleaning the excess cum that resides on Megumi’s cunt. Megumi’s let’s out shaky breaths, hyper aware of every touch and every swipe on his sensitive pussy. Yuuji puts that tissue to the side before grabbing another one, using it to get the cum that was inside of him.
“I would love to clean you up by eating you out,” Yuuji looks up at Megumi, winking, “But I think we’re both plain exhausted.” Yuuji finishes, smiling at him, before returning to his task at hand.
“Yuuji!” Megumi whines, lightly pushing his head away from him. He has no clue how he can randomly spew out dirty sex talk just to return to his boyish tone immediately after. Yuuji laughs in return, throwing the other dirtied tissue to the side. He takes the warm, damp towel, running it over Megumi’s sex once, then twice, and a third time– just to be sure he’s comfortable, before returning to the bathroom.
Megumi sighs in satisfaction, standing up– (he had to hold himself steady for a second by gripping his bed post, but he wouldn’t tell Yuuji that…) walking to his drawer to grab clean boxers. He pulls them on, debating if he should actually wear one of his own sleep shorts or if he should steal Yuuji’s. Obviously he chooses the latter, going to the living room and stealing the long sleeve shirt. He drowns in it, the sleeves going past his hands and the hem of the shirt landing right above his upper thigh. He smiles to himself, walking back into his bedroom, seeing Yuuji laying down in one of the shirts he leaves for when he stays over, grinning at him.
Megumi saunters over to the bed, flopping next to his boyfriend. Yuujj wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer, Megumi’s head ending up in the crook of Yuuji’s neck. “That was great, Gumi,” Yuuji gaily says, turning his head to kiss his forehead. “You’re always so perfect for me.”
Megumi holds his own stomach, feeling like his stomach is filled with butterflies, a smile sliding onto his pink face. “You’re one to talk, idiot.” Megumi mumbles, tilting his head to face Yuuji, kissing him deeply.
Megumi was so incredibly fortunate to be with his perfect person. He would never stop falling in love with Yuuji, not with how much love Yuuji pours onto him– into him. Even though he comes home frustrated from his shitty job, he turns into nothing but a Yuuji-filled happy mind whenever his boyfriend is there to greet him. He pulls away from their kiss, Megumi taking back his spot in the crook of Yuuji’s neck.
“Goodnight, Yuuji.” Megumi says, kissing his jaw a last time for good measure before fluttering his eyes shut. Yuuji’s eyes flick down to Megumi, his breathing already slowed and lips parted. How could someone be so beautiful? And fall asleep so fast..? Yuuji wonders.
“Goodnight, Gumi.” Yuuji whispers into the air, closing his own eyes. He drifts off, falling asleep with Megumi on his mind.