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Megumi and Yuuji had officially been dating for about a year now. Since they’d started dating, they’d already done quite a few couple things; they’d held hands, gone out on dates, sneaked kisses after school. It wasn’t like Megumi didn’t know what other couples in school their age—they were both seventeen, now—were doing. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of having sex. He was a regular teenage boy, after all. He’d watched his fair share of porn—albeit ashamedly—and he’d also performed his fair share of Google searches about what the actual act was supposed to be like.
It wasn’t like Megumi didn’t want to take things further. He loved Yuuji, had maybe been a little bit in love with him since the first time he’d laid eyes on the other male. The real crux of the problem was that it was all just so embarrassing. Megumi still remembered the first time that their customary shy kisses had progressed into something further, when Yuuji’s tongue darted out to lick the seam of Megumi’s lips while they were exchanging chaste pecks in Megumi’s bedroom. Megumi had been so shocked by the feeling that he’d pushed Yuuji away, fumbling out a muttered excuse as he ran to the bathroom to try to get his breathing back to normal.
Yuuji took it in stride, as he did with everything, but Megumi felt awful about the whole thing and he knew Yuuji probably did too. He made it up to Yuuji in the way that he knew best, by paying for his snacks at school and letting him link their fingers together beneath the table at lunch. The thing was, it wasn’t like Yuuji knew any more about doing it than Megumi did. They had both been each other’s first date, first kiss, first boyfriend. Realistically, there was no reason to be nervous about taking things further, when they were both going to be trying new things for the first time and learning with each other.
But how could Megumi not be nervous? Yuuji was so unbelievably handsome, so much so that it made Megumi’s stomach ache sometimes. He had the best body that Megumi had ever seen, chiseled abs and firm abdomen, broad shoulders and tall frame. He had a beautiful smile, which lit up his face and caused the corners of his eyes to crinkle in the most endearing way possible. When he laughed, it was like the whole world shone. Megumi had never felt this way about anyone before, not even close, and it was all new and overwhelming for him—to be confronted by the reality that he was capable of being in love, that maybe his difficult past hadn’t damaged him beyond repair.
And he knew that Yuuji loved him too. He felt Yuuji’s love in every single one of his actions, quick to praise Megumi and always making him feel like he deserved the world and nothing less. Yuuji was kind to everyone, but it didn’t take a genius to see that he had a sweet spot for Megumi and indulged him more than he did anyone else. Megumi could tell that Yuuji wanted to do more than just kiss, and despite his nerves, Megumi knew that he wanted that too.
So, on a weekend when Gojo-sensei was travelling for work, Megumi decided to invite Yuuji over to his house for a sleepover. It wasn’t the first time that Yuuji had stayed the night, but he usually slept on a guest futon—tonight, Megumi wasn’t going to let that happen. Megumi greeted Yuuji at the door, they ordered in pizza for dinner, watched a scary movie, and before long, they were in Megumi’s bedroom, curled up in Megumi’s bed as Yuuji showed him a funny Instagram post on his phone.
“It’s getting late, Megumi.” Yuuji said, the edges of his voice blurred with sleepiness. “Should I pull out the futon?” Megumi shook his head in response, burying his head in Yuuji’s chest as he mumbled something beneath his breath. Yuuji preened at the contact, carding his fingers through Megumi’s hair as he held him close to his chest. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Want you to sleep in my bed tonight.” Megumi repeated, a little louder this time even though the words were still muffled against Yuuji’s chest. Megumi didn’t get to see the way that the request made Yuuji blush, too scared to look up because he didn’t know what expression he would be sporting on his own features.
“You sure?” Yuuji questioned, the movements of his fingers stilling on Megumi’s head, his tone genuine. Megumi only nodded against his chest, still too shy to look up to meet Yuuji’s gaze. Nobody had ever seen this side of Megumi before, not even Gojo-sensei, who had been looking after him for more than ten years now.
“Megumi, look at me, please. C’mon.” Yuuji requested quietly, and Megumi did as told, only getting to meet Yuuji’s adoring gaze for a moment before his lips were being captured in a gentle kiss.
Megumi mmphed into the kiss, taken by surprise, but he gradually melted into it, relaxing against Yuuji. They’d done enough of this, at least, and it was comfortable now for Megumi’s lips to be melded against Yuuji’s, like two matching pieces of a puzzle. Megumi wanted the kiss to progress further, but he had no idea what to do to make that happen. The kissing tutorials that he had watched in anticipation of this were no match for the feeling of Yuuji’s firm body against his, his soft lips pressed against Megumi’s, the way that they both tasted of mint toothpaste.
Luckily for Megumi, he didn’t have to be the one to take the first move—his mouth fell open in surprise as Yuuji’s hand settled on the back of his head to hold him in place. Instinctively, Yuuji slipped his tongue inside Megumi’s mouth, his fingers remaining firm against Megumi’s head. This time, Megumi didn’t run away. Instead, his mouth dropped open wider as he clumsily pushed his own tongue against Yuuji’s. The feeling was a little weird, but not bad weird. Weird in the way that it made Megumi’s heart fall all the way down to his stomach, a pool of heat beginning to form within his core.
He wasn’t sure if this was what French kissing was supposed to feel like. It seemed awfully sloppy, with his mouth stretched wide open and Yuuji’s tongue forcing his way inside, spit gathering where their mouths were joined. But at the same time, it was the best thing that Megumi had ever felt before, even with how messy it was. A quiet whine escaped Megumi’s mouth into the kiss as he sucked on Yuuji’s tongue—he couldn’t help but imagine himself sucking something else instead, and just the mere thought of it had Megumi breaking the kiss as he began to pant, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breaths.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Yuuji apologized, his own chest rising and falling in a similar manner. He looked just as affected by the kiss as Megumi felt, his whole face flushed, and his pupils completely dilated, spit gathered at the corners of his lips. “It felt too good, I’m sorry if I went too far.”
“No, it’s okay.” Megumi was quick to respond, despite how not okay he felt in that moment, completely unraveled from just one kiss. They couldn’t just stop now, not when Megumi had gone out of his way to make this night happen for them. But now that they’d kissed using tongue, he wasn’t really sure what the end-goal was. What did he want to happen? Obviously, they weren’t going to have sex. It would be their first time, and Megumi didn’t have protection or lube or any of the things that they realistically needed for that to happen. What then? Could they use their hands? Or their mouths, maybe? How did people progress further than this?
Yuuji must have noticed the internal panic that reflected clearly over Megumi’s features, considering just how well he’d grown to know his boyfriend over the months that they’d spent with each other. “Megumi, don’t worry about it, seriously. We can just go to sleep now, alright? I’ll get the futon—”
“No!” Megumi cut him off, panic coloring his words as Yuuji shifted, making a move like he was going to get off of the bed. “I don’t want to go to sleep. Please.” Megumi paused, his eyebrows furrowing down into a slight frown. How the hell did other people do this? He was just so unbelievably humiliated, especially because he had no idea what to ask for. He wished his internal desires could speak for him, but all they seemed to do was leave him at a loss for words. Luckily for him, yet again, Yuuji seemed to know exactly what to do, the other male’s features softening as he surveyed Megumi.
“Okay, we don’t have to go to sleep, Megumi. Do you… maybe want to keep going? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I promise. No pressure.”
God, Megumi was so deeply in love with Yuuji that it frightened him sometimes. He was just so sweet, and he always put Megumi’s comfort first, regardless of the situation or what it was that he wanted. Megumi wanted to do more, to explore further, no matter how embarrassing it was or how unbelievably shy it made him feel. Megumi had to remind himself that it was Yuuji’s first time doing all of this too, that he was going into this as blind as Megumi was. Yuuji had never judged Megumi for anything before, and there was no reason that he was going to start doing so now.
“I do want to keep going, but…” Megumi paused, his eyelashes sweeping downwards as he averted his eyes to Yuuji’s chest, unable to meet his sincere gaze head-on. “I don’t—I don’t know how this kind of thing is supposed to go and I’m scared that I won’t be good at it.” It was maybe the most honest that he’d ever been with Yuuji, and just putting the words out in the open had him wanting to take them back immediately.
“God, Megumi, what makes you think that’s even possible?” Yuuji questioned, sounding genuinely hurt as he drew Megumi closer, enfolding him in a comforting hug. Megumi reciprocated the hug, already feeling more at ease in the warmth of Yuuji’s embrace, his larger frame providing a sense of security. “I love you so much. There’s no world where I would think that you aren’t good enough, I swear. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything that you don’t want to. I can wait as long as it takes for you to be comfortable, alright?”
“I’m already comfortable with you.” Megumi mumbled against Yuuji’s chest, holding him close. “Just kissing you makes me feel all weird inside.” Perhaps it wasn’t the most eloquent way to phrase the genuine admission, but Megumi hoped that he got his point across as he lifted his head to meet Yuuji’s eyes. Megumi’s breath hitched at the immense fondness that he was met with, reminding him that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, not when he had Yuuji by his side to navigate this uncertain territory with. If there was anyone that could make Megumi feel comfortable, it was definitely Yuuji.
“We can take things slow, Megumi. There’s no rush, seriously. Do you wanna kiss me again?”
Megumi nodded, craning his neck upwards to capture Yuuji’s lips in another kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle for a few moments as Megumi gathered his bearings, this time being the one to initiate as he shyly poked his tongue against the seam of Yuuji’s lips. Yuuji opened up for him and Megumi shallowly moaned into the kiss at the feeling of their tongues rubbing against each other.
Megumi flinched on instinct as one of Yuuji’s hands descended beneath the covers to grasp his waist, but he did his best to focus on the kiss instead, even when his thoughts were preoccupied with the feeling of Yuuji’s warm hands pressed against his bare skin. He had a feeling that he could do this for hours—making out with Yuuji beneath his cozy blanket, Yuuji’s fingers rubbing leisurely circles against Megumi’s skin as his tongue worked to map out every inch of Megumi’s mouth.
That was when Yuuji shifted slightly to his side so that Megumi didn’t have to crane his neck quite so far, effectively causing his thigh to be pressed up right between Megumi’s legs. Megumi yelped at the feeling, his own hips pushing forward reflexively as he ground against Yuuji’s thick thigh. Yuuji froze, remaining still for only a moment before he was tentatively pushing his thigh upwards, applying more pressure between Megumi’s legs at the same time that he licked into his mouth.
The action made Megumi’s whole body go shivery, panting against Yuuji’s mouth as he grinded down on his thigh again, squirming against Yuuji as if somebody else was in control of his body. There was direct pressure being applied to his pussy because of the force that Yuuji was using to shove his thigh against his body, and he was certain that he’d never felt something this pleasurable before. He’d obviously touched himself in the past, but nothing could compare to Yuuji being the one responsible for making him feel like this. The tentativeness that had accented Megumi’s every action earlier seemed to have dissolved as he continued to roll his hips against Yuuji’s thigh in small, unsure movements, doing his best to get pressure where he wanted it the most. Megumi’s movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, but that didn’t take away from how good it felt, the kiss turning sloppier as Megumi focused on the minute movements of his hips instead.
“God, you’re killing me, Megumi.” Yuuji breathed against Megumi’s mouth, holding Megumi’s hips in place so that he could push his thigh against him more thoroughly, every small movement intensifying the pressure against Megumi’s clit and making him melt into a state of compliance. “You’re so fucking sexy, it drives me insane. You have no idea how gorgeous you are.”
Megumi blushed, breathing raggedly against Yuuji’s lips as he did his best to meet the other male’s gaze, the heat in his stomach only spiking at the heavy arousal that was being reflected back at him. The compliments made his mind go all fuzzy—he was used to receiving compliments from Yuuji, but never like this, with his voice raspy and deep and his thigh pressed against Megumi’s core. “You’re sexy too,” Megumi eventually managed, having to fight both his shyness at complimenting Yuuji so brazenly, in addition to the overwhelming feeling of his pussy pressed right up against Yuuji’s sturdy thigh. “You make me feel so good, Yuuji.”
“Fuck,” Yuuji swore beneath his breath, temporarily halting their movements as he kicked the blanket off of them, the space between them heavy with arousal and heat, despite the air conditioner running at full blast. “Could you—” Yuuji cut himself off as he mindlessly grasped Megumi’s wrist, guiding him downwards to his crotch.
Megumi let out a shaky gasp as his hand made contact with Yuuji’s dick over his loose basketball shorts, led by Yuuji’s tight grip around his wrist. Megumi’s fingers moved tentatively on their own accord as he felt out the shape of Yuuji’s dick over his shorts, cupping his length and watching as Yuuji hissed at the contact, his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. Megumi had never seen this side of Yuuji before, and he was in complete awe that he could look so affected, like he was on the verge of falling apart just from having Megumi’s hand on him.
Megumi wanted to learn what made Yuuji felt good, but he found himself at a loss for words as he rubbed Yuuji over his shorts, saliva pooling in his mouth as he noticed how girthy and thick Yuuji’s cock felt even through all of the layers of fabric. Megumi continued to touch Yuuji, leaning forward so that he could connect their lips in another kiss, his grip loose around Yuuji’s dick.
Yuuji kissed him back with fervor, his own hand finding Megumi’s chest as he groped him and kneaded at his flesh. They were both touching each other now, Megumi palming Yuuji’s dick while Yuuji played with his chest. Their tongues were tangled with each other in a messy embrace, and it all felt so dizzyingly good that Megumi couldn’t believe that he’d ever been apprehensive about doing this in the first place.
Yuuji broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips as he pulled away. “Wanna change positions, Megumi. Could you scoot over a little?” Megumi did as told, moving over so that Yuuji could sit up, propping himself up against the headboard. With that, Yuuji patted his lap, signaling for Megumi to come over. Megumi flushed red at the forward manner in which Yuuji beckoned him over, but he shuffled forward nonetheless, settling himself atop Yuuji’s lap. Like this, he could feel Yuuji’s hardness pressed right against his ass, the feeling only making him blush harder.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? Feeling good?” It was rare for both of them to call each other by pet names, since Megumi was always way too embarrassed to do so and Yuuji preferred using Megumi’s given name instead; so hearing the word sweetheart coming from Yuuji in this context had Megumi’s heart thundering rapidly in his chest. Not trusting himself to speak, Megumi simply nodded his head in lieu of words, leaning in to bring their lips back together, open-mouthed right from the start.
Yuuji kissed him back, his hips pushing up at the same time that Megumi ground down on his lap on instinct. They both let out matching moans at the feeling, Megumi draping his arms around Yuuji’s shoulders as he continued to push his backside against Yuuji’s dick. Yuuji’s hands slipped beneath his shirt, making contact with bare skin as he squeezed his chest, this time without the barrier of fabric in the way.
Megumi whined as Yuuji cupped his chest, squeezing his nipples between his fingers, the edge of his nail just barely running over the pert bud. Megumi had never thought that his chest was particularly sensitive, but he was starting to think that he’d just never touched himself the right way before, since the way that Yuuji was playing with his chest was making him see stars.
With Megumi grinding on top of Yuuji like this, his eyes closed, he could almost imagine it—that Yuuji’s dick was inside of Megumi and he was riding him, bouncing on his lap while Yuuji’s dick was nestled right against his sweet spot. Just thinking about it had arousal cresting over him in waves, his mouth stretched open as the kiss grew more frenzied.
The kiss broke temporarily as Yuuji pulled Megumi’s shirt off over his head, quick enough that Megumi didn’t have time to worry about or second guess the action. Megumi was shirtless now, but Yuuji continued to kiss him, silently encouraging Megumi to focus on the kiss instead of his current state of undress. Yuuji cupped Megumi’s chest in his hands, seemingly obsessed with playing with Megumi’s tits. Megumi didn’t understand the appeal himself, but he wasn’t complaining, threading his fingers through Yuuji’s hair as they kissed.
After a few more minutes of frantically making out, Yuuji pulled away again, his eyes tracing down Megumi’s body in a way that made him feel completely exposed. Megumi resisted the urge to cover himself up with his hands, allowing Yuuji to drink in the sight as he sat there, his movements stilled on the other male’s lap. “You’re so pretty.” Yuuji praised, smiling at Megumi before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the skin of his chest. He continued to press chaste kisses to his skin before he was taking Megumi’s nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud.
Megumi moaned out loud at the feeling of Yuuji’s mouth on his skin, as Yuuji sucked and tongued at his nipples with the same fervor that he’d kissed him with, giving his other breast the same attention with his fingers. Yuuji focused on a singular spot on his chest, sucking determinedly on the skin there with just a hint of teeth and he pulled away to find the skin bruised, a red mark left behind. Yuuji ran his thumb over the sizeable mark that he’d left, pressing down on the developing hickey and making Megumi whine needily, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The sound Megumi made seemed to have snapped something inside of Yuuji as he abruptly flipped their positions, leaving Megumi on his back and Yuuji hovering on top of him. Megumi’s legs quivered at the clear display of Yuuji’s raw strength. He had just manhandled Megumi without an ounce of exertion, switching their positions so effortlessly, like Megumi weighed nothing more than a feather. Yuuji settled in between Megumi’s spread legs, the new position making Megumi feel even more exposed.
“Megumi, I want…” Yuuji paused, his eyes running over Megumi’s body, taking him in. “I want to rub against you a little. Like this. Can I?” Megumi’s eyebrows furrowed down in confusion, unsure of what exactly it was that Yuuji wanted. Yuuji shuffled forward to show him, pressing his dick against Megumi’s pussy, four layers of fabric separating them.
“Yeah, you can.” Megumi managed as realization dawned on him, his voice slightly shaky. There was a small warning alarm in the back of his head that reminded him that it was a bad idea to do something that was so close to having sex. It was difficult to pay attention to that voice, though, when all that he felt was an intense desire to be closer to Yuuji, in every single way possible.
“I’m gonna take my pants off, okay? It’ll make it easier.” Yuuji said, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing. That only left Megumi wondering where exactly he had learned this from. Either he had seen something like this in porn and pictured doing it with Megumi or he had already spent a lot of time thinking about taking things further with him, and Megumi didn’t know which option made him feel less embarrassed.
Yuuji shifted back a bit to rid himself of his loose basketball shorts, leaving him in just his boxers. His boxers were tented with his arousal, and Megumi watched, eyes wide, as Yuuji pulled those off too, leaving his bottom half bare. Yuuji’s dick was long and girthy, throbbing with his arousal. His size almost intimidated Megumi, now that he had the knowledge that he would probably be taking it someday in the future. At the same time, the thought made him burn with arousal, his pussy so wet that he could practically feel himself dripping.
“Might as well take my shirt off too, go all the way.” Yuuji joked, grinning at Megumi before slinging his shirt off, leaving him fully naked. Yuuji had always been confident so it shouldn’t have surprised Megumi that he was confident even now, and he huffed out a laugh as Yuuji playfully flexed his arms for him, no traces of embarrassment in his actions. However, Megumi could tell that Yuuji was just as affected by this as Megumi was—his hands had been shaking earlier when he’d ran them over Megumi’s body. Megumi took his own time mapping out Yuuji’s body with his eyes, in pure disbelief that the male in front of him really was his boyfriend. Now naked, Yuuji shuffled forward again, taking his dick in his hand and pressing it against Megumi’s clothed pussy.
Megumi didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but the sensation felt even better than he thought it would, with Yuuji’s dick pressed right up against his most sensitive spot. Even through his own boxers and shorts, it felt incredibly good to have Yuuji rubbing against him like this. With that, Yuuji began to push his hips forward against Megumi, thrusting against him like he would if they were really having sex.
Megumi had to fight the instinctive reaction to let his legs snap shut, keeping them spread open as Yuuji rubbed himself against Megumi’s shorts. Yuuji circled his fingers around his dick and he pushed his hips forward, the head of his dick rubbing against Megumi’s covered clit with every thrust forward. With his free hand, Yuuji placed a large hand over Megumi’s abdomen, trailing his fingers teasingly over the bare skin.
There wasn’t much for Megumi to do besides lie there and just watch, his breath hitching every time Yuuji’s dick rubbed hot over his pussy. Again, it would be so easy to close his eyes and pretend that they were doing this for real, Yuuji’s movements filthy in a way that Megumi didn’t even know he was capable of.
Yuuji used his hand to spread Megumi’s legs wider as he continued to thrust, and Megumi began reciprocating instinctively with little movements of his own, small figure-eights of his hips as he watched, entranced, while Yuuji dry humped him without abandon. There was a crest of pleasure rising within Megumi at the feeling. It wasn’t like when he played with himself, overwhelming in a way that he didn’t think was possible when he still had his shorts and boxers on.
Megumi whined with every thrust forward, his noises mixing with Yuuji’s heavy groans and pants. The bed was creaking from the force of their movements, and it only made Megumi blush more, knowing that Yuuji could use his body like this for his pleasure. He absolutely loved Yuuji for his selflessness, but there was something different about this side of Yuuji; the one that was selfish, capable of manhandling Megumi’s body into the exact position that he wanted him in, taking control of him in a way that he never did in their daily interactions—not that Megumi would let him, of course, quick to thwack Yuuji whenever he was out of line. Yuuji knew it was out of love, after all.
“Megumi,” Yuuji groaned, his voice tinted dark with arousal. “I want…” He trailed off, another groan leaving him at a particularly hard thrust forward, so forceful that it shoved Megumi up the bed. “Can I take off your shorts, please? Wanna rub against your, fuck, panties.”
Megumi flushed hotly, resisting the urge to smack Yuuji’s head, even in spite of the heightening arousal that was threatening to consume him. “I’m not wearing panties, dumbass.” Although the words were intended to convey his irritation, they didn’t quite have that effect, not with how unbelievably aroused Megumi was. Despite himself, Megumi reached for the waistline of his shorts, unable to help the way his heart pounded at the pleased look that Yuuji gave him before he was helping him tug them off as well.
Megumi wasn’t wearing panties, just a plain black pair of boxers, but the sight had Yuuji sucking in a harsh breath nonetheless, his eyes roaming Megumi’s bare legs. “Even better.” Yuuji murmured beneath his breath, quick to resume his motions, this time against Megumi’s boxers. Without his shorts on, the feeling was far more intense. Megumi could practically feel the heat emanating from Yuuji’s dick, the pressure on his clit only intensifying.
Like this, Megumi could feel wetness through his boxers, from Yuuji’s pre-come soaking through the thin layer of fabric. It was obscene, Megumi’s moans only growing louder in volume as Yuuji continued to grind against him. “This feels so good, Megumi. God, look at you. You’re so beautiful and I love watching you fall apart like this. I’m not even inside of you and you’re already so gone for it.”
Megumi couldn’t handle the dirty talk paired with the filthy movements of Yuuji’s hips. Although Megumi had no way of knowing what he looked like in that moment, judging by the heated way that Yuuji was looking at him, he had just an inkling of an idea. He must have looked completely debauched, his lips swollen from their kissing, cheeks tinted a permanent red, hair disheveled. Yuuji fingers were circled around his dick as he pushed his hips forward, and Megumi couldn’t help but wonder whether he was imagining himself thrusting into Megumi’s tight hole instead.
Megumi had to physically remind himself that they couldn’t have sex, though everything else in his body seemed to want otherwise. It was hard not to want it, when he was so close to feeling Yuuji’s dick on his bare pussy, knowing that there was only an inch of fabric separating them from being fully connected for the first time.
Megumi hadn’t been doing much other than lying there, but he shyly reached out to touch Yuuji’s bare dick for the first time. Yuuji’s movements slowed, allowing Megumi to feel for himself how thick Yuuji’s dick was and how warm he was to the touch. Megumi ran his fingers over the head of Yuuji’s dick, his breath catching at the feeling of the wetness at the tip. Megumi didn’t know what to do, but he went off the sounds of Yuuji’s moans as he carefully wrapped his fingers around his dick, stroking it gently as he directed the head of Yuuji’s dick towards his pussy with every movement forward.
With Megumi’s hands occupied, Yuuji’s fingers slipped underneath the leg hole of Megumi’s loose boxers, his fingers brushing against Megumi’s bare pussy. “You’re so wet.” Yuuji groaned, rubbing his fingers through Megumi’s folds. He wasn’t touching him with any specific intent, just allowing his fingers to explore Megumi’s pussy as he skated over his clit. “Didn’t even touch you and you’re already dripping. Your pussy is so honest, Megumi.”
Megumi had always admired how genuine Yuuji was, quick to speak his true feelings. It was something that Megumi struggled with, having learnt how to conceal his true emotions behind a mask of stoicism instead. While it was something that Megumi admired, he had no idea how to deal with that specific trait of Yuuji in this situation. To hear such filthy words roll off of Yuuji’s tongue like it was nothing, it was completely blowing Megumi’s mind beyond any realm of possibility.
“God, you’re gonna make me shoot my load.” Yuuji groaned, arousal slurring the edges of his words as he thrusted into Megumi’s hand, the slide made easy by how much Yuuji’s dick was leaking. Yuuji’s hands wandered from his pussy, distractedly finding the waistline of Megumi’s boxers instead as he began to tug them down a little, Megumi whining out loud at the action. “Wait, wait, Yuuji—”
“Megumi, just a little bit, please,” Yuuji begged, and how was Megumi supposed to resist that tone? Megumi relinquished his grip on Yuuji’s dick, lifting his hips up to allow Yuuji to tug his loose boxers off, down to his knees. Megumi kicked them off altogether, leaving him completely bare beneath Yuuji. It was scary—they were both fully naked now, with Yuuji hovering over him, and Megumi couldn’t tell how they’d gotten here, when they’d only been kissing moments prior.
When Yuuji shuffled forward again, this time with both of them bare, Megumi wrapped his fingers around Yuuji’s hand to halt him in his path. “Wait, I’m not—” Before Megumi had a chance to finish the sentence, Yuuji placed his own hand on top of Megumi’s, a sign of gentle reassurance. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna put it in. Just want to rub against you, like we were doing before. Okay?”
Megumi couldn’t help but take note of the fact that it wasn’t at all like what they were doing before, seeing as they were both naked now. To add on to that, Yuuji’s gaze was burning with heavy arousal, desperation lining every single one of his movements. Megumi was unbelievably aroused too, though, wanting to throw away any remaining logic to let Yuuji do whatever he wanted.
After a few moments of Yuuji rubbing gentle circles against Megumi’s skin, Megumi finally relented, letting go of Yuuji’s hand and nodding his head. Yuuji smiled at him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Megumi’s forehead, one of Megumi’s favorite kinds of kisses to receive from his boyfriend. The gesture relaxed him, and he sucked in a harsh breath as Yuuji finally shifted forward, using his hands to spread Megumi’s legs further open, before pressing his dick against Megumi’s bare pussy.
Like Yuuji said, he didn’t angle himself towards Megumi’s hole, rubbing his dick through his wet folds instead. Megumi let out a loud whine, again having to resist the urge to let his legs snap shut at the sensitivity of the feeling, stopped in place by Yuuji’s strong hands. Absolutely nothing was comparable to the feeling of Yuuji rocking against him like this, his pre-come mixing with Megumi’s wetness and creating a mess between both of their legs.
It was messy, and it became even messier as Yuuji spit on Megumi’s pussy, in an attempt to lubricate him further. Megumi moaned out loud at the feeling, his head falling back on the pillow, humiliation overwhelming him. It was perhaps the most degrading thing to have ever happened to him, and while he probably should have hated it, he didn’t, not at all. As a matter of fact, he wanted it even messier.
Yuuji tapped his dick against Megumi’s clit, spreading his pre-come all over Megumi’s pussy. He stroked his dick as he continued to thrust forward, his other hand keeping Megumi’s legs spread open, even when all Megumi wanted to do was trap him in place between his legs. “You feel fucking incredible. I’m going to want to do this all the time, don’t know how I’m ever gonna keep my hands off of you. God, I love you.”
Megumi couldn’t handle hearing Yuuji talking to him like this, wanting to do more than just lie there but unable to move, his whole body consumed with bone-deep arousal to the point where he couldn’t speak or think, broken noises slipping from his lips with every push forward of Yuuji’s hips.
Yuuji’s movements were beginning to lose coordination, his thrusts cut off with every rock forward. He was mostly rutting against Megumi’s clit now, small movements as he stroked his dick, his fingers circled firmly around his dick to imitate the feeling of being inside Megumi. On one particularly forceful push of his hips against Megumi’s pussy, Megumi gasped loudly, feeling the blunt head of Yuuji’s dick just barely breaching his entrance.
Megumi should have told Yuuji to hold on, to wait, but he didn’t, whining needily instead as Yuuji rocked his hips forward again. This time, Megumi’s hips lifted off the bed just slightly and Yuuji thrust inside of him, his dick nestled partially inside of Megumi’s tight walls. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry.” Yuuji panted out, but as he apologized, Megumi felt a sudden warmth filling him up. Megumi sobbed out, his hands flying out to clutch Yuuji’s arm as he squeezed tight around Yuuji’s dick, milking him.
Megumi couldn’t speak, breathing hard as his fingers dug into the skin of Yuuji’s arm, heart racing a mile a minute as he listened to the sound of Yuuji’s heavy breathing, mirroring his own. After a few moments filled with nothing but the sound of their breaths and the whirr of the air conditioning, Megumi winced as Yuuji slowly pulled out of him, flinching at the feeling of something warm beginning to leak out of his pussy.
“Megumi, I got carried away, I’m so sorry. It felt too good and I couldn’t stop.” Yuuji apologized profusely, his eyes wide as they flickered downwards to where his cum was currently dripping out of Megumi’s pussy. Megumi was going to kill Yuuji, as soon as he was able to find it within himself to actually speak coherently. “I’m gonna help you clean it up, okay?”
“Yeah, you better. You should have been more careful.” While Megumi was trying to assert himself, he couldn’t help but note how completely fucked out he sounded, his voice still trembling from the feeling of Yuuji’s cum dripping out of him. Yuuji’s eyes were glued to the sight as well, sounding a little distant as he apologized again, reaching a hand out to swipe through the mess he’d made on Megumi’s pussy—in an extremely poor attempt to clean it up, as far as Megumi was concerned.
Megumi decided to let Yuuji take care of it as his thoughts began to wander. Megumi wasn’t on any form of birth control, so he was going to have to buy pills in the morning. He definitely wasn’t going to ask for Gojo-sensei’s help, so that meant that he would probably have to drag Yuuji along with him to the clinic. He wanted to be more upset with Yuuji for coming inside of him, but he found it hard to be upset when he felt warm all over, his head still hazy at the idea that he’d basically just had sex for the first time. Megumi was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts as he felt Yuuji pushing his thighs upwards, practically bending his body in half.
“What are you doing—” Megumi’s question died in his throat as he lifted his head off of the pillow, met with the sight of Yuuji bent between his legs. Megumi’s pulse began to thunder, his heart rate only kicking up at the dazed look in Yuuji’s eyes, looking for all intents and purposes that he was dead to the world, like anything that Megumi was about to say would fall on deaf ears. “Yuuji, wait—”
Megumi shouted at the feeling of Yuuji’s tongue against his pussy, licking through his own spend as he sucked intently on Megumi’s clit. Megumi’s head fell back on the pillow, unable to move when he was caged in completely by Yuuji’s strong, big hands. “You taste so good, Megumi, fuck.” Yuuji moaned, his words slurring with arousal before he dived right back in again, rubbing his nose up and down Megumi’s clit before pushing his tongue into his entrance.
Megumi’s fingers found Yuuji’s hair, tugging at it—whether it was to pull Yuuji away or to pull him closer, Megumi wasn’t sure. He couldn’t put two and two together anymore, lost in complete ecstasy at the feeling of Yuuji’s spit dripping down his thighs, mixing with his cum and creating an even bigger mess. It was filthy, far filthier than anything that Megumi could have possibly imagined, but he found his hips lifting off of the bed nonetheless, pushing against Yuuji’s face to get his tongue even deeper inside.
Yuuji was supposed to be helping him get the cum out, but instead, two of his fingers were trailing over Megumi’s entrance instead, scooping up the cum there and pushing it back inside. At the same time, Yuuji licked messily around his fingers, moaning against Megumi’s pussy as if he was the one getting head instead. With his fingers thrusting in and out of Megumi, Yuuji put his lips around Megumi’s clit and sucked, the pleasure so intense that there was no controlling the volume of moans that were ripped from Megumi's throat.
Megumi’s orgasm hit him out of nowhere, completely destroying his ability to think as he melted beneath Yuuji’s tongue, his entire body convulsing without his permission. It was the most intense orgasm that he’d ever had in his life and Yuuji continued to eat him out through it, once again spitting on Megumi’s pussy before broadly swiping his tongue over the same area. Yuuji was like a man starved, making out with Megumi’s pussy like it was his only sustenance.
“Stop, God, stop it.” Megumi sobbed, hot tears falling down his face as he pushed Yuuji’s head away, his entire body continuing to helplessly shake through his orgasm. Yuuji listened, immediately pulling away from Megumi and watching as he fell apart completely, his pussy clenching around nothing as he trembled, only causing more of Yuuji’s cum to leak from him. Yuuji watched, fixated on the sight, distantly wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand as Megumi continued to shudder.
Yuuji surged upwards to kiss him and Megumi distracted himself with the kiss as he clung onto Yuuji, sucking on his tongue and moaning at their combined taste. Yuuji kissed him back equally as sloppy, his hands running down Megumi’s body in an attempt to soothe his shaking form. Megumi wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the waves of his orgasm began to subside, his body continuing to quiver through the aftershocks.
“That was so good. I love you so much, Megumi. You mean everything to me.” Yuuji murmured against his lips, using his clean hand to cup Megumi’s cheek, their kisses gradually growing softer. Megumi was overwhelmed beyond all reason. He couldn’t even think clearly, let alone speak, just doing his best to keep up his end of the kiss, his chest still heaving with every breath that he took.
“I love you too, dumbass.” Megumi eventually got out, when he was able to string enough words together to form a response, only getting to see Yuuji’s beaming face for a moment before he was being tackled into another warm hug. Yuuji began to press gentle kisses all over his face as he repeated his declarations of love, holding Megumi close in his arms. The way Yuuji was kissing him was like a dog that hadn’t seen his owner for months, but Megumi found himself enjoying the close contact regardless, even with the way that his face scrunched up from the wetness of Yuuji’s kisses.
A distant voice in Megumi’s head reminded him to lecture Yuuji for getting carried away tonight; the larger part of him, however, was consumed with overflowing adoration for his boyfriend. Megumi loved him so much, and it was a little risky, how easily Megumi could be swayed when Yuuji was the one leading him down that path.
But when Yuuji pulled away with a smile bright enough to illuminate the whole world, gazing at Megumi like he’d hung the stars in the sky, Megumi knew that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.