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How much can you take?
How much are you willing to give?
Megumi swallowed as he stared at Sukuna’s words. For weeks the guy had been raising ticket after ticket, each one demanding Megumi’s presence. Sometimes it was a legitimate reason; a blue screen, his printer wasn’t connecting, email sync issues, faulty hardware. But other times, Megumi found himself staring at a fully functional computer, operational phone lines, not a single wire out of place, and Sukuna grinning up at him, giving Megumi a look that meant only one thing.
No matter how many times Megumi told him his behaviour was inappropriate, Sukuna shrugged him off and said, “So give me a reason to stop.”
“Because I asked you to.”
“When you mean it, I’ll stop. Until then, when’s your lunch break?”
“Never. Please only put a ticket in if you need assistance.”
“Or what?”
Megumi ground his teeth together and walked out before he said anything else, not trusting whatever was on the tip of his tongue. Every meeting had been the same. Megumi figuring out if he was actually needed or not and Sukuna using every minute to eye fuck Megumi whilst making suggestive comments.
I bet you’d look gorgeous without that frown of yours.
You look tense, you should unwind. I’ve been told I give great massages.
I’ve got nothing booked for the rest of the day so please, take all the time you need. I’m here if you need me for anything at all.
And other days Sukuna was simply blunt;
What’s your favourite position?
Have you ever had a threesome? More?
Have you ever fucked anyone in the back of a limo?
As tempting as it was to report Sukuna to HR and raise several complaints, somehow Megumi found the entire thing interesting. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but it was almost warming to feel wanted. His last relationship had ended on a sour note and the string of rebound one-night stands had left him craving more. The last thing he should ever consider, was entertaining his stupidly inappropriate, harassing CEO, but it was almost fun. No matter what Megumi said, no matter how harshly he snapped at Sukuna, the guy didn’t bat an eye. He had a smooth response for everything and even played into Megumi’s short patience.
It was almost a game now to see how quickly Sukuna could get Megumi to stop being formal and polite, to stop putting on his customer service front and simply be him . And Megumi treated it as a game too. After a few months he’d made sure to stand a little too close, to lean into Sukuna’s space, perched on the edge of his chair. Each time he wondered if this was a one-way street and he was only going to get himself into a world of trouble, but each time Sukuna gave it back to Megumi. Leaned down to whisper in his ear, put his hands over Megumi’s to guide the cursor across the screen, made any excuse to touch his arm, his elbow, his back.
As much as Sukuna pushed, Megumi pushed back, and Sukuna pulled him further in.
Which led to him sending a single email to Sukuna with the only contents being:
How much can you take?
Sukuna’s near instant response stirred something within Megumi. He deleted the email, removed it from his deleted folder and thought about it.
How much can you give ?
Was he really–
“He’s back.”
Megumi blinked, shook his head, and turned in Yuta’s vague direction. “Huh?”
Yuta nodded to the screen in front of him. “Sukuna. Just raised another ticket.” He settled a look with Megumi. “What’s he doing up there?”
With a shrug and a deep sigh, Megumi shook his head. “I don’t know. Honestly, I think he just wants an excuse to talk to someone.”
Yuta arched one brow, looked Megumi over, and glanced back at the ticket. “He’s the CEO. He could talk to anyone he wants.”
Megumi shrugged again. “Except everyone else will walk on eggshells around him.”
A small grin twitched Yuta’s lips up. “You give him hell?”
“Every time.”
Yuta shook his head. “How do you still have a job?”
Megumi shrugged and stood from his chair. “I think he finds it fun.”
“Let me know if you need rescuing.”
A chuckle rattled Megumi’s shoulders and he held his phone up. “I’ve got you on speed dial.” He pressed a hand to Yuta’s shoulder as he passed and made his way up to the top office, to one Ryomen Sukuna. His keys jingled from the lanyard around his neck as he took the stairs, the office being only three floors up from the IT department. The halls were quiet, the only noise coming from the cluster of desks down the hall on the right. Megumi swung his head to the left and stared at the single door at the end of the hall and the engraved, gold name plate decorating it.
CEO
RYOMEN SUKUNA
Megumi had long forsaken knocking, content with letting himself into the office without so much as an announcement of his presence. Today was no different and he was greeted by an all too familiar sight with Sukuna sitting behind his desk, gaze resolutely fixed on Megumi’s form as if he’d been waiting for Megumi this entire time. It wouldn’t surprise him if that was the case and Megumi closed the door with a soft click.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Sukuna said. Without a single word Megumi reached behind him, fingers scrabbling over the wood, and he turned the lock, the noise loud in the fresh silence. Sukuna’s smile fell a fraction and he straightened up in his seat with a deep breath. He caught himself a moment later and lips twisted back up into a familiar smirk. “If you wanted to get me alone, Megumi, you only had to ask.”
Megumi still didn’t utter a word as he stalked across the room, jade eyes fixed on red. The only noise surrounding them was the sound of the clock on the wall and Megumi’s feet against the carpeted floor. He strode with purpose, back straight, chin up, and marched around Sukuna’s desk, coming to a stop by his chair.
With one raised brow Sukuna pushed his chair back a fraction and Megumi slid into the space to lean back against Sukuna’s desk.
He pressed a foot onto the chair between Sukuna’s legs and grabbed at his lanyard. The noise of his keys jangling echoed as he lifted it over his head and set them to one side on the desk. Megumi reached a hand out for Sukuna’s tie and wrapped it around his fist twice. A dark look crossed Megumi’s face and he jerked hard, tugging Sukuna forward until his groin pressed harshly against Megumi’s foot. Sukuna had to slam his hands onto the desk so as to not completely fall against Megumi and Megumi pulled harder, guiding Sukuna’s head up until their noses brushed. “Rule number one,” he whispered, breath ghosting across Sukuna’s lips, “you call me Sir.”
Red eyes darted to Megumi’s mouth and Megumi watched Sukuna’s tongue dart out to dampen his tongue. “Sure.”
Megumi wrenched his hand up, digging the tie into Sukuna’s throat. “Say it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He eased his grip a fraction and rocked his foot down, warmth flooding his system when Sukuna’s mouth fell open with a soft noise. “Rule number two.” He kicked Sukuna’s chair away and pointed at the floor with his free hand. “Knees.”
In an instant Sukuna fell, the loud thud of his knees hitting the floor sounding painful, and he peered up at Megumi, patiently awaiting his next command. It stoked the primal part of Megumi’s brain, made him ache with a need he shouldn’t have for the CEO of his company. He shouldn’t have even entertained this very idea, but here he was, getting his bosses’ bosses’ boss to kneel by his feet.
“Rule number three,” Megumi said and he ran his fingers through Sukuna’s hair, brushing the bangs away from his face. “Be a good boy for me, and I’ll reward you.”
Sukuna’s mouth fell open with a moan, eyes glazing over, and he nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Megumi said, “now, put that mouth of yours to use,” he pulled at the tie, dragging Sukuna’s face towards his crotch, “and suck.”
A chuckle shook Sukuna’s shoulders as he reached for Megumi’s belt, tugging it open so he could pop the button on Megumi’s pants. “No ‘please?’”
A glare darkened Megumi’s face and he grabbed a handful of pink hair between his fingers. “Maybe if you learnt some tact, I would be nicer.”
Another laugh rattled through Sukuna and he hooked his fingers in the bands of Megumi’s pants and boxers, pulling them both down to free Megumi’s cock. Red eyes zeroed in on the length not quite to full hardness and he peered back up at Megumi, hands splayed across pale thighs. “And here I thought I was being subtle.”
“As subtle as a brick,” Megumi said and he nudged Sukuna's head, heart thudding in his chest. There was still a part of him in disbelief that he was doing this and another part of him excited as he watched Sukuna lean forward, tongue hanging out, eyes hooded over. He was about to get his dick sucked by the CEO, Ryomen fucking Sukuna; a guy who’s reputation painted him as a hardass and an asshole three steps shy of being tossed into anger management classes.
It still took Megumi by surprise with how openly the guy flirted with him, how blatant he was with his ogling and how direct he was with his intention.
I can be a taker.
Megumi couldn’t wait to find out how true that was.
The first lick made every nerve in Megumi’s body twitch. From his toes, up his thighs, through his stomach, across his chest, down his arms, and to the very tips of his fingers. It made his mouth fall open, a soft noise slipping from his lips, his cock reacting in kind as it filled with more blood. The corners of Sukuna’s lips flicked up and Megumi narrowed his eyes at the small motion. Large palms slid up his thighs and Sukuna wrapped one hand around the base of Megumi’s cock to guide it to his mouth.
Megumi waited until he felt the heat of Sukuna’s mouth kissed the tip of his cock and he used the hand in Sukuna’s hair to angle his head back before he fucked forward once. Red eyes widened and the muscles of Sukuna’s throat constricted beautifully around Megumi, dragging a moan from his own throat. “You said you can take it,” he mumbled before he drew back and fucked into that warmth all over again.
Sukuna moaned, the vibrations tickling Megumi’s nerve, and Megumi gasped. His cock hardened in fullness across Sukuna’s tongue and Megumi happily dragged Sukuna down his length only to pull him back, nailing the back of his throat with ease. All whilst he watched Sukuna’s face as a flush worked up his neck, lips slickening with drops of spit and pre, cheeks hollowing on every fuck. It was a beautiful sight to behold and Megumi pushed pink hair out of Sukuna’s face to commit every sinful expression to memory.
“No gag reflex?” Sukuna shook his head the best that he could and Megumi scoffed. “Somehow I’m not surprised.” For a moment, teeth grazed across his length, a warning, and it was Megumi’s turn to chuckle. “With how you threw yourself at me, what did you expect me to think? You throw yourself at anyone?” Another slow shake of Sukuna’s head and Megumi hummed, rocking his hips against Sukuna’s face, the friction delightful. He closed his eyes and savoured the feeling, the warmth surrounding him and the suction as Sukuna swallowed around him with each thrust.
It was heaven and he hooked his top teeth into his bottom lip, moving his hips to a slow grind. He dared a glance down and almost came at the sight at his feet. It was tempting to pull out, finish himself off and paint Sukuna’s face, watch him catch drops across his tongue whilst Megumi made sure a few drops landed on his cheek, maybe even in his hair. But he needed more. He wanted to take advantage of whatever sin Sukuna let him indulge in and Megumi grabbed a firm hold on Sukuna’s hair as he pulled out.
Sukuna gasped, cheeks red, eyes almost unfocused, mouth parted with drops of spit sliding down his chin.
Megumi let go of Sukuna’s tie to swipe a thumb through the spit and push it back between Sukuna’s lip. The guy happily wrapped his mouth around the digit, ruby eyes glistening up at Megumi, tongue flicking across the tip of his thumb, an obscene moan in his throat.
“You are such a fucking whore,” Megumi whispered and he pressed his thumb in further, not missing the smirk curling around that same digit. With a shaky breath, Megumi pulled his thumb out and dragged it over Sukuna’s bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Desk,” Megumi said, reaching behind himself to swipe a series of files and a keyboard out of the way. Something crashed to the floor, a mug broke, and Megumi pushed himself away to stand behind Sukuna. “Pants down and hands on top.”
“I never knew you were so demanding,” Sukuna mocked as he climbed to his feet and hurriedly shoved his pants down. The material pooled around his ankles and he leaned over his desk, palms flat to the wood. He threw a look over his shoulder, “That good enough for you, Sir?”
A glare crossed Megumi’s face and he stepped forward, cracking a sharp hand across Sukuna’s ass. The noise snapped through the air, mixed with the moan Sukuna let out, and sent a tingle down Megumi’s spine. Megumi hummed, pressed a thumb to the space between Sukuna’s cheeks, and pushed until he felt the tension of Sukuna’s muscles resist him a fraction. “If I open your drawers am I going to find lube or lotion?”
Sukuna pressed back against Megumi’s thumb. “Why don’t you find out?”
Megumi scoffed as he reached for the first drawer. “I bet you’re the type to jerk off during lunch breaks.” It was notebooks and more paper. The next drawer was filled with knick knacks and Megumi pushed the stuff around. “Or do you prefer a little danger in your life and you do it during phone conferences?” A small bottle of lube caught Megumi’s eye and he shook his head, slamming the drawer shut. “Mango?”
“It smells good.”
“Are you not going to deny anything?”
“What’s to deny?”
Megumi shook his head again and squeezed some onto his fingers. He dropped the bottle onto the desk and pressed a finger back between Sukuna’s cheeks. “Were you always into dark haired guys?”
Sukuna hummed, head tipping up a fraction as Megumi’s finger slid into him. “I used to prefer blondes.”
“Blondes?” Megumi pushed forward and crooked the digit inside of Sukuna, nudging against sensitive inner walls. Once the muscles started to loosen he eased a second finger into Sukuna, muscles tightening around him.
“Then I saw this pretty guy in the hallways and things were different.”
“God you’re pathetic.” Megumi snapped his fingers into Sukuna, jerking him up onto his tip toes before he pulled back to thrust into him again. “And you’re supposed to be the fucking CEO.”
A shaky chuckle rattled through Sukuna and he let out a soft groan, back arching as Megumi fucked into him again. “That’s what it says on the door.”
“Let me guess, daddy’s money?”
“No daddy.”
“Just daddy issues.”
“Quite the mouth, Fushiguro.”
A grin quirked Megumi’s lips up and he pressed a third finger into Sukuna, twisting his wrist to hit Sukuna’s prostate. A grunt was knocked from Sukuna’s mouth and Megumi fucked another noise from his throat and a third before he pulled his fingers free. He smeared the extra lube down his length, grabbed it at the base, and threaded his other fingers through Sukuna’s hair. Grabbing a large fistful, Megumi snapped Sukuna’s head back until he was forced to stare at the ceiling, throat bobbing with each breath he took, and Megumi leaned forward. He pressed the blunt head of his cock to Sukuna’s entrance and as the muscles started to part for him, he brushed his nose up the column of Sukuna’s neck until his lips found the shell of Sukuna’s ear. “You should see what I can do with it.”
“One day?”
“No.” Megumi fucked forward once, punching Sukuna’s breath from his lungs. “Not you.” He drew back and slammed into Sukuna again, knocking him onto his toes. “Not ever.”
“I can… change your mind.” His words trailed off on a choked off moan as Megumi continued to fuck into him, the desk rattling with every thrust of his hips, echoing the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck.”
Megumi slammed a hand onto the desk and let go of Sukuna’s hair. He traced his fingers down Sukuna’s cheek, along the line of his jaw, and down the curve of his throat where he settled his palm. “No,” Megumi said, settling for a deep grind, “ you won’t. Don’t start thinking I like you.”
Sukuna moaned, leaning into Megumi’s hand, and he cracked his eyes open to peer over at him. “You fuck all the guys you hate?”
“Just the really fucking obnoxious assholes.” Megumi squeezed his fingers around Sukuna’s throat, harder and harder until he felt Sukuna gasp for air, and he continued to squeeze. A wheeze slipped from Sukuna’s mouth and Megumi moved his hips then, intent to drag every molecule of air left in Sukuna’s lungs from him. He wanted Sukuna to choke and struggle, to feel dizziness creep into his bones as his head turned fuzzy.
He wanted to know how far Sukuna would let him go.
The muscles around Megumi’s cock tightened and he cursed, dragging himself through the tension, the friction sending shots of electricity shooting down his spine. He screwed his eyes shut and focused on fucking Sukuna with everything he had, giving him everything he had to offer and more. Each thrust had his knees threatening to buckle, his own stomach twisting with warmth and a familiar ache, desperate for release.
“Me– Meg– u–”
Megumi cracked his eyes open a fraction and eased his grip on Sukuna;’s throat an inch. “What?”
“I’m–”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
He felt Sukuna’s throat waver with a swallow before he said, “Please, sir.”
Releasing a breath, Megumi let go of Sukuna’s throat completely. He grabbed Sukuna's waist with one hand, fisted his hair again, and slammed Sukuna’s face onto his desk. It shook from the motion, the wood groaning, and a few pieces of paper went flying. Megumi didn’t give Sukuna a chance to catch his breath. He pinched at his waist and drove into him hard, knocking his hips against the edge of the desk. There would be bruises there and Megumi almost wanted to come back and see them.
Almost.
The thought scratched at his mind and made his skin itch with a need to come back, to visit Sukuna again and again and again and–
“Fuck,” he hissed as Sukuna clenched hard around him on a particularly harsh thrust that moved the desk a foot. Megumi followed it, fucking Sukuna back onto the surface, and he reached across to grab the other edge with his hand. It gave him great leverage to help him hit deeper and harder, to drag himself across every sensitive nerve that made Sukuna tremble beneath him. With each thrust Sukuna was pushed further across the desk until Megumi was certain he wasn’t touching the floor and he groaned.
He wasn’t going to last like this and he leaned more of his weight onto Sukuna, pinning him further to the desk.
“Sukuna,” Megumi mumbled through gritted teeth.
“Do I– shit– do I need your– ah– permission, sir?”
Megumi scoffed and crowded over Sukuna as he snapped his hips in short, sharp thrusts. “Would you even listen?”
A breathless laugh washed across the desk. “Definitely not, sir.”
“Fucking, brat,” Megumi said, emphasising each syllable with a punch of his hips.
Sukuna was loud, his moans long and drawn out, guttural and primal, starting from somewhere deep within him that trembled through him and through Megumi’s own bones. It stoked his fire, pulled him under and dragged him over the edge as he came. He slammed forward, pressed his head to the space between Sukuna’s tense shoulders, and groaned against his back as his cock twitched with its release.
Beneath him Sukuna hummed, hips shivering with each new drop Megumi pumped into him, muscles tightening and relaxing around Megumi, milking everything from his cock until he had nothing else to give. “Fuck,” Megumi whispered into the cotton of Sukuna’s suit.
Sukuna chuckled on a slow exhale. “I told you I can be a taker.”
The smile couldn’t be helped and Megumi shook his head once. “Yeah, you did.” He swallowed a breath, licked at dry lips, and slowly straightened up. His knees still felt ready to give out and Megumi steadied one hand on the small of Sukuna’s back as he drew back, cock sliding free from Sukuna’s hole. He watched the muscles clench around nothing but the drops of cum that slowly trickled down the inside of Sukuna’s thighs. “Shit,” he whispered.
“Bottom drawer.”
Megumi hurried for it, immediately seeing the box of tissues there and he snatched them up, doing his best to clean Sukuna up with what he had. He tossed the soiled tissues into the bin, wiped his hands on more, and righted his clothes. As Sukuna redressed himself, Megumi reached for his lanyard, tugging it over his head and back where it belonged. When he looked up, he met warm rubies studying him, assessing something. “I–” Megumi said, suddenly at a loss for words.
Sukuna held a finger up, reached for one of the discarded notebooks and pen, and tore a page from it. He quickly scribbled across it, read over his words, and reached for Megumi’s wrist. With a lopsided grin he set the paper in Megumi’s hand and closed Megumi’s fingers around it. “You can consider the ticket closed, sir .”
Megumi swallowed, nodded, and it took him several moments to gather his thoughts. Clearing his throat, he nodded again, and gestured vaguely towards the door. “I’ll go… close it then.” As he took a step his gaze caught sight of the mess they’d made of Sukuna’s desk and Megumi stopped in his tracks. “Should I– Do you need–”
“I wouldn’t want to keep you from other important tasks.”
“Yes, sir.”
He left, closing the door gently behind him, heat creeping across his skin as it sunk in that he’d fucked the CEO. He’d fucked the Ryomen Sukuna over his own desk. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself and he finally opened his fingers and grabbed the note Sukuna had written him.
It was an address and a mobile number.
With a raised brow Megumi sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and struggled to contain a grin. He hurriedly typed the number into his phone and fired off a quick message; When?
The answer arrived as he made it back to the office he and Yuta used. Tomorrow. Eight. Give me everything.
“Everything good?”
Megumi hummed and lifted his head up. “Hmmm?”
Yuta gave a curious look. “Sukuna?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s good.” He shoved his phone into his pocket and retook his seat. “I don’t think he’ll have any more issues.”
“Megumi?”
“What?”
A moment passed before he heard Yuta let out a breath. “I don’t want to know.”