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“You look really pretty,” Yuuji is looking up at him with his big, brown, baby cow eyes from where he’s sitting on the toilet seat to keep Megumi company while he’s doing his makeup.
He pauses his messy eyeliner application to roll his eyes, Yuuji has said this to him about six times since they started getting ready to go out for emo night at a bar Nobara recommended. Even though he acts tired of it, if Yuuji ever stopped his incessant complimenting Megumi would probably throw a fit.
The charcoal black pencil skips along his lash line as his eyes start to water from the irritation. Megumi huffs, annoyed that he hasn’t gotten any better at the application after wearing it all throughout high school.
Yuuji’s phone vibrates a couple times and Megumi can see from his screen that it’s getting pretty close to 10 pm.
“Nobara is yelling at you in the group chat to get ready faster,” Yuuji informs him, Megumi just hums in response and moves his hands incrementally faster. “Oh and Yuta is going to make it tonight!”
“Nice,” Megumi graces this with a response, excited to see Yuuta for once. “Does that mean Inumaki is also coming?”
“Yup,” Yuuji says. “Apparently it's more fun when they play punk music cause he can feel it better from the speakers.”
Megumi nods, finally setting his eyeliner down to fix up the edges with his finger nail. He can hear Yuuji’s foot tapping repeatedly against the tile and figures he should hurry up. He quickly runs his fingers through his hair, letting the natural spikiness take over.
He taps Yuuji on top of the head. “Ready to go?”
Yuuji immediately grabs his hand and starts dragging him out of the bathroom to their entryway where they both stop to put on shoes. Megumi broke out his old converse for this look and he knows his feet will be cursing him by the end of the night, but it’s worth it for the oddly comforting sense of nostalgia that takes over him when he glimpses his outfit in the floor length mirror.
The ripped black jeans hug him too tight on his hips and the tank top under a fishnet long sleeve isn’t something he would’ve dared to wear before his freshman year of college, but it still feels like a comfortable persona he can slip on. Yuuji is wearing some of his old stuff too, except the My Chem t-shirt he borrowed is stretched out over his pecs with the sleeves cut off creating a much different vibe than when Megumi wore it too much in high school.
Dealing with his boyfriend looking hotter in his clothes than him is not hard, in fact, it’s actually very easy. A view and such. But Yuuji wearing basically every concert bracelet Megumi has ever collected? That is embarrassing for him to look at. He sighs thinking about how Nobara is going to bully him for liking Weezer again. At least he went to concerts and got drunk sometimes in highschool. He wasn’t a total loser.
“Come on,” Yuuji tugs on him. “We wanna make the 10:15 trolley.”
He makes sure to lock the door.
~~~
They do, in fact, make the 10:15 trolley, because it has actually never arrived at 10:15 ever (or at least since they moved to the city for uni). And even though it’s always late Megumi has to appreciate the consistency in being late. Never once has it arrived on time even when Megumi thought he was going to miss it.
The bar is in a different neighborhood, closer to the center of the city, the sidewalks are still shit though and Megumi swears under his breath as he stubs his toe on a loose chunk of cement.
Yuuji wraps his arm around his waist to steady him and agrees with his rant about shitty infrastructure that lasts until they arrive. Part of the friend group is already there and Nobara welcomes them with an evil looking grin on her face and Megumi wonders why he even came out.
It’s not that he dislikes going out; it just isn’t really his thing but drinking with friends is definitely much better than being dragged to a frat party where he can hear the sound his shoes make when they stick to the floor.
He much prefers dingy bars where his shoes stick to the floor instead. It’s also nice to see different people smoking. Whole different vibe truly.
The tables are cramped by the bar to make space for the crowd in front of the stage where they’re getting the lights set up to get the ambience going and cover up the stains on the walls that are easily visible when it isn’t dark enough.
So he takes the tequila shot Nobara shoves in his hand and throws it back, the sharp taste lingering on his tongue. He grabs a lime to start sucking on it– even though he likes bitter things there is still something about straight tequila that gets him.
Panda and Yuuji are somehow already on their third as Nobara chants “shots, shots, shots, shots!”
He sighs and looks at Maki who’s watching her girlfriend with a bemused smile.
“I’m gonna go order a drink. Do you want anything?” Even though Maki usually DD’s he asks just in case.
“Nah, I’m good,” Maki turns to Nobara. “You want anything, babe?”
“Actually I’m gonna come with!” Nobara loops her arm with his and starts heading towards the bar carrying him along like a little purse dog. Just like shopping.
“Why do I feel like your gay best friend?” Megumi rolls his eyes.
“I’m glad you’ve finally realized that I’m the main character,” Nobara leans up against the counter, calling out to the bartender. “Could I get two Mojito Mango Dragon Fruit Sunset Beach Night Berries please?”
“What the fuck is that?” Megumi scrunches his nose.
“I don’t know, but I’m gonna make Yuuji drink it,” The worst part is Megumi knows he’ll take it with no questions.
“Ok yeah I’ll have an Old-Fashioned, thanks,” Megumi says to the bartender before she goes to make the drinks.
“Ok old man,” Nobara snorts and starts clicking her nails on the wood. “Kira and Hakari’s band are performing tonight. When was the last time you saw them?”
“Before the semester ended I think,” He replies. “Are they doing originals or covers tonight?”
“Probably both, they wanna get some cult classics in.”
“Makes sense.”
“I do know Panda has been bugging the shit out of Hakari trying to get him to add Mr. Brightside to the set list every time they went to the gym together,” She says, “And honestly I believe it’s been annoying enough to work.”
Megumi can imagine Panda repeating the same talking points while spotting until Hakari gets fed up enough to say yes.
“Oh also Mai texted Maki that they’re going to be out tonight too,” Nobara adds on with a grin. “So Todo is probably going to be here soon.”
He groans out loud and buries his face in his hands as Nobara cackles over his misery.
“I hope you have fun fighting over your boyfriend tonight.”
“I should do another shot of tequila,” Megumi looks over at his boyfriend who’s giggling and smiling brightly talking to Yuta who had apparently arrived with Inumaki. Poor Yuuji doesn’t know what's coming for him.
And with almost comedic timing, the entire bar is subjected to a loud “MY BROTHER” shouted from the entrance to the bar. Yuuji tenses up, sighing deeply in preparation for the way the rest of his night is going to go. He meets Megumi’s eyes from where he’s standing and gives him an apologetic smile that Megumi just waves off, nothing either of them can do now. Tonight is just going to have to be interesting.
And interesting it is indeed. Megumi sacrifices his boyfriend to Todo and escapes the very loud conversation their group is now involved in with Yuuta and Inumaki. He cannot be drawing that kind of attention in public, thank you.
The general vibe of the place is dark, the lights are dark, the walls are dark, and everyone is dressed in black making them recognizable by outlines, the ground instead of figure. Megumi wonders if that’s what Yuuji sees when he looks for him in the crowd but he can’t remember a time where Yuuji wasn’t able to find him, no matter how well he blended into his surroundings. He’s sure Yuuji can see him if he wants to.
He can tell it’s getting close to time for the bands to head on as it starts to smell like weed where people are gathering near the stage. Shoving their way up and crowding everyone together to become the singular mass that is an audience in this small bar.
Just in time for the first band to come out the cramped space comes together and the air heats up from the packed bodies.
They start with a general introduction after they get settled and Yuuta attempts to sign it for Inumaki who just replies with:
Only tell me if they’re saying important shit.
Megumi laughs as Inumaki complains about how boring everything they were saying was, and he can’t really defend the basic welcome they're giving, but no one really cares about a forgettable speech anyways, they’re just waiting for the music.
It feels almost ridiculous when they finish an impeccably performed math rock song that they clearly put all their effort into practicing. They cheer along with everyone else because you gotta respect the grind. The rest of their set consists of some classic Metallica crowd pleasers that maintained their instrumental competency before ending with a Dead Kennedy’s cover that’s impossible to fuck up.
They fight to keep their place at the front, letting their eardrums get damaged by the bass with the excuse of Inumaki being able to feel it better. Who cares about tinnitus?
Panda joins them as it gets closer to time for Hakari and Kirara’s band to get on stage. He parts the crowd of people huddled in their groups discussing the music, drinking, and smoking with ease as a ridiculously big dude. He says hi and asks if anyone wants a hit of his cucumber mint vape to which they all immediately pass.
People direct their attention back towards the stage as Kirara starts tuning up her bass. Panda starts whooping in a ridiculously loud voice before Hakari even introduces them. Apparently all of his harassment at the gym paid off because the first song they play is in fact Mr. Brightside. Megumi definitely prefers the Evanescence covers that come next though. They fit the band's style much better and provide a smoother transition into their original songs.
A visible layer of smoke in the air provides a deeper ambience as they get further into the performances and people get further intoxicated. Megumi can feel it clouding him up in a nice fuzzy way and he starts to sing along more with Yuuta to some of the songs that he really likes. He even takes the blunt Inumaki offers him, having given up on maintaining a clear focus to have fun with his friends.
By the time the last band does their sign off he’s completely lost track of Yuuji in the crowd. As people settle down and start to file out, Yuuji finds him first where he’s standing with Yuuta and Inumaki who quickly wave by for the night now that they’re reunited.
“Hey baby, did you have fun?” Yuuji asks.
“Yeah,” Megumi smiles, larger than he usually does, before kissing Yuuji. It’s deeper than he would usually attempt in public.
“You smoked,” Yuuji observes.
“Took some hits off Inukami,” He pulls back. “Come on, let's go.”
Yuuji attaches himself to Megumi their entire way home like a grade A velcro cat. Linking their fingers together and rubbing his face into Megumi’s neck and chest. It’s ridiculous and makes him seem way more intoxicated than he actually is from the second hand high at the venue. Megumi has become used to this over the years and now finds it more endearing than anything even if it caused him some of the most severe embarrassment of his life in high school before they started dating.
Megumi fumbles trying to get their front door open even though he didn’t drink much because Yuuji is wrapping his arms around his waist. He’s dragged against Yuuji’s chest in their entry way in a way that’s so clingy he slightly lifts Megumi up off the ground while he’s attempting to pull his shoes off.
“I missed you,” Yuuji whispers warmly in his ear, he’s warm everywhere really. “I wanted to spend tonight with you but Todo had me in a headlock for at least an hour total. I would’ve much rather been holding you.”
He giggles at the overexaggerated whininess in Yuuji’s voice.
“Well you’re with me now,” Megumi relaxes in Yuuji’’s arms letting him hold him like a stuffed animal.
“Yay,” Yuuji says before burying his face in Megumi’s shoulder.
They stand like that for a bit, just holding each other until they begin to sway slightly, naturally starting the movement following the beats of their hearts. He falls a bit into a dreamy space that smells like Yuuji’s pillow and tastes like sweet ginger. He leaves his hands on top of Yuuji’s as they basically cuddle by their front door.
Yuuji pushes his nose against Megumi’s neck, and an involuntary shiver courses through his body at the sudden cold touch.
It’s quickly replaced by the warmth of Yuujis breath as he attempts to press kisses against the soft skin. Yuujis breath is loud in his ear and he keens as he feels Yuuji lick the sensitive spot behind his ear.
He’s running his hands up Megumi’s stomach, bunching the fishnet fabric between his fingers and tugging it up from where it’s tucked in his jeans.
Megumi grabs at Yuuji’s flexed forearms and drags them away from his body so he can turn around and be face to face. Yuuji’s gaze doesn’t falter from where it’s concentrated on him, a one track mind. His pink cheeks match his hair and Megumi considers his complexion, the dull freckles, before speaking.
“Yuuji,” Megumi says his name slowly, revealing for a moment in the power he holds over the boy. “What are you trying to do?”
He keeps it just out of reach, letting it hang in the air forcing Yuuji to pause, like a dog waiting for the command to eat. He pouts like one too.
“I wanna have sex,” Yuuji pleads with puppy eyes. “I know you do too, you took longer in the shower today.”
Megumi quickly hits him on his bicep to distract from his blush. Yuuji sees it though, and takes it as a cue to continue, sliding his fingers along the waistband of Megumi’s pants.
“Sooooo?” he says with a smile, waiting for Megumi to make the next move. He gives Yuuji a quick kiss on the lips before detaching completely and finally walking out of the entryway towards their bedroom.
“Hurry up,” Megumi doesn’t stop walking and Yuuji happily obeys.
The fishnet shirt is the first thing he gets off, leaving him in just a tank top. More revealing than what he’d normally wear and giving Yuuji easy access to his prominent collarbones, who does not miss the opportunity. Licking over the expanse of skin in a way that kind of tickles.
Grabbing onto Yuuji’s cheeks, Megumi quickly moves him back up to his lips before he starts sucking and biting and he’s covered in marks where everyone can see. Yuuji doesn’t seem to mind too much as long as he’s occupied; quickly pushing his tongue into Megumi’s mouth and turning things sloppy.
He grabs onto Yuuji’s biceps for stability against the pressure caused by Yuuji leaning into him. Megumi digs his nails solid muscle eliciting a soft whine from Yuuji where their lips meet.
The old band tee Yuuji was wearing is taken off and thrown onto a sad unassuming lump on the floor of other dirty laundry they really need to wash. Megumi lighty runs his hands over Yuuji’s chest before backing up to sit on the edge of their bed. It’s dark in the room, casting deep long shadows on the planes of Yuuji’s face and outlining his ridiculous muscle definition.
He sinks to his knees from where he’s standing in front of Megumi, a soft thud onto the carpet as he crawls towards the space between Megumi’s thighs.
Yuuji has always been touchy-feely– brushing his hand up against Megumi’s whenever they’re walking next to each other, linking pinkies underneath the table, leaning into Megumi when he dissolves into a fit of laughter. Every opportunity to be close is taken, being apart for more than a day leaves a noticeable absence in the space around him. These tendencies, to push nearer and nearer are released completely during sex.
He takes his time sliding Megumi’s jeans off, lingering on the skin as long as possible to maximize the time they spend touching. Megumi can feel the calluses on his fingertips as he slowly traces any space available to him. Kissing up from his ankle to his knee until Megumi’s had enough and buries his hands in his hair.
“You know I like taking my time,” Yuuji mumbles, leaning into Megumi. He just sighs, understanding he’s starting to lose as Yuuji just buries his face in the nook where his thigh meets his groin, bypassing his hardening cock. He feels Yuuji inhale.
“Did you just sniff my crotch?” Megumi says, baffled.
“I like the way you smell,” Yuuji replies with the most innocent expression he can pull in this situation.
“Ok freak,” his giggle is cut off by Yuuji licking at the crease of his leg. He tries to keep his breathing steady as Yuuji nips on marks making a satisfied noise, happy that he can finally see himself on Megumi.
Megumi moans, digging his fingers into Yuuji’s hair as he sucks one of his balls into his mouth, slurping with his tongue and letting the spit pool. Yuuji licks up the underside of his cock following the vein before he reaches the head and starts sucking at the tip. He sinks down and Megumi tenses up his thighs naturally drawing in.
Yuuji pushes them apart again easily and Megumi feels more heat building up in his stomach. His legs sink deeper into the mattress as Yuuji further presses into the contracting muscle stretching Megumi to the limit of his flexibility.
A small whimper forces its way from the back of his throat and he swiftly pushes Yuuji off of his cock. He pops off easily, waiting for Megumi to speak.
“Get the lube. Now,” Megumi orders.
He jumps up saluting Megumi who immediately rolls his eyes and flops down onto his back. Yuuji always has to go and be goofy after being super sexy. He doesn’t mind too much though, he’s learned to appreciate not always having super serious sex and being able to just have fun with his boyfriend.
Yuuji shoves his jeans down with one hand in an awkward shuffle as he bounds back over to Megumi, eager.
They scoot up to the top of the bed, Megumi drops his head into the pillow letting Yuuji kiss him into the mattress. Putting pressure onto him like a weighted blanket, Megumi revels in the skin to skin contact, dragging his hands across Yuuji’s tits.
“You’re so pretty,” Yuuji sighs, panting against Megumi’s ear. Yuuji runs his hands up Megumi’s ribs until they're in an almost hugging position. “I wanna touch you more.”
“You can,” Megumi says. “You know you can.”
“I know,” Yuuji smirks up at him. “I just like saying it.”
Before Megumi can reply, they’re kissing again, and with the momentary distraction Yuuji slides his hand up the back of his thigh and grabs his ass.
“Mmph!” he makes a surprised noise against Yuuji’s mouth, who just continues to feel him up. One of his hands disappears and Megumi hears the cap of the lube come off before Yuuji rubs it over his fingers.
“Oh,” He jolts as Yuuji moves his hand between his legs and first presses against his perineum, rubbing his wet fingers over the tender spot. Megumi has come to enjoy prep with Yuuji, over any anxiety or embarrassment he used to have. It’s slow, but not delayed and Yuuji knows just how far to push him. Stretch him at the seams without snapping them, leaving him with a satisfying ache that clouds his eyes.
“You’re so warm,” Yuuji whines next to his ear. The sound of his fingers going in and out gets louder as Megumi gets looser. He cringes slightly at the obvious squelching noises but Yuuji seems to revel in it.
Yuuji props himself back up and watches as Megumi’s hole relaxes around his three fingers, twitching as he moves them around. Megumi feels like his body is on fire and he avoids the eye contact Yuuji’s trying to make. He grabs his wrist
“I’m ready,” Megumi looks at him, tightening his grip. “You know I am.”
“Yeah, I know,” Yuuji smiles, kind of sheepish, a ridiculous expression for a man of his build with no shirt on. He reaches over to their nightstand, but Megumi stops him.
“No condom tonight.”
“No condom?” Yuuji raises his eyebrows.
“Yes idiot, no condom. Now get back here,” Megumi pulls him back down but it’s a little too far and they have to resituate themselves.
Before he can even get into the correct position himself Yuuji has already moved him to where he needs to be. He immediately starts pushing his heels against Yuuji’s back, this needs to go faster. And even though he’s normally terrible at taking hints, Yuuji gets it.
They both sigh as Yuuji eases his cock inside of Megumi. It doesn’t feel much different for him without a condom but just knowing makes him hornier. He clenches at the thought of Yuuji leaking pre-cum in him.
Immediately, Yuuji sets a steady pace, knowing exactly how Megumi wants it and executing it perfectly with his superhuman athleticism. He gets closer to Megumi, shifting his thighs up onto his shoulders until Megumi is being folded in half. They’re lips meet just as Yuuji is able to hit deeper with his thrusts and Megumi can barely kiss back, just letting Yuuji put his tongue in his mouth.
It’s building up a knot inside his stomach, twisting and turning as Yuuji’s abs rub against his cock.
Small noises caused by the air being pushed out of him continuously leave Megumi’s lips. At this point in the night he can’t bring himself to care about stopping them and instead focuses on the way Yuuji continues to moan against him.
Suddenly, he slows down the pace decreasing to a soft rutting into his ass and Megumi looks up at him in confusion. He’s met with an expression of wonder on Yuuji’s face.
“You’re crying,” Yuuji says in awe rubbing at the corner of his eyes that Megumi can now feel are damp from watering at the stimulation. When Yuuji pulls his thumb back it’s covered in a watery charcoal color and it takes a moment for Megumi to realize his eyeliner is coming up with his tears. He tries to grab Yuuji’s hand, fumbling around before grasping it.
“I’m ok,” Megumi whispers. And he means it. It feels like so much all at once and at one point he would’ve run away from the feeling, but now he embraces it and the connection it gives him with Yuuji.
Yuuji pulls out, and before he can fully register it, he’s on his hands and knees. Immediately, Yuuji sinks back in, plastering himself against Megumi’s back.
“I’m finding you crying way hotter than I would’ve expected,” Yuuji groans from behind him. His hands are running over Megumi’s stomach, brushing past his nipples, and grabbing onto his waist. His breath is knocked out of him as Yuuji starts thrusting again and he has to brace himself so he can stay up on his elbows.
In this position it feels even more overwhelming than before and he’s now hyper aware of the burning in his eyes. There’s a disconnection from his body and its reactions, yet he feels like all of his nerves are on fire. Everything and nothing at the same time, like if Yuuji lets go of him he’ll drift away and become a bunch of particles floating in the air.
They’re basically bound together now and Megumi can feel the tackiness of Yuuji’s skin against his back just as well as he can hear him panting. He keeps leaning forward, placing his lips against Megumi’s neck. It's clear how badly he wants to let his teeth out, bite down until there’s a permanent mark against Megumi’s skin, but he refrains for he couldn’t do anything to hurt Megumi.
There’s an aching; a desperate feeling that festers inside him with the want to be closer to Yuuji, always closer. Yuuji’s hands never leave him, grasping at anything he can. His whines match up with Megumi’s, Yuuji’s always been vocal when they have sex. It fills him with an odd sense of pride, that Yuuji wants to fuck him so bad. And he wants it too.
“Yuuji,” Megumi gasps. “Go harder.”
He responds dutifully.
“Fuck, Megumi,” Yuuji moans. The sound of his pelvis hitting Megumi’s ass has gotten louder along with the audible sound of Yuuji fucking in and out of his loose hole.
Small moans are punched out of him as Yuuji repeatedly hits his prostate with an inhuman precision. When he looks down at the sheets he can see dark spots from the tears falling off his cheeks and onto the fabric bunched up between his fists. The knot in his stomach is getting tighter and tighter, reaching the point where it feels so good it starts to hurt.
Something in him shatters and wants to reach for Yuuji so badly, he needs to touch him so badly it’s painful, a burning in his muscles begging him to act.
“Yuuji,” He feels so restless. “Yuuji need your hand need–”
Somehow Yuuji understands him and he feels himself being pulled upright, so his back is pressed against Yuuji’s chest and he’s almost sitting on his lap. Despite the awkward positioning Yuuji is still able to find the traction to keep fucking him. He grasps Megumi’s hand with his own, placing them against his abdomen to help hold him up.
“‘Gumi–” He sounds breathless, other hand tracing over Megumi’s hips. “You want?”
“Yes, yes, Yuuji make me cum,” and that’s all it takes for Yuuji to wrap his hand around his dick running his thumb over the tip before pumping him over the edge.
Yuuji is attentive, moving along with the rhythm of his body in a crescendo of pleasure as he focuses on making Megumi cum. Whispering praises of “you’re so pretty” into his ear that he’s not sure either of them are actually able to hear.
Nevertheless, Megumi cums with Yuuji’s name on his lips, hands gripping tightly onto Yuuji’s arm as he tenses up, eyes closed and mouth open as he twitches through the aftershocks. As soon as he falls back into his body he turns awkwardly, capturing Yuuji’s lips with his. He feels like he’s overheating and Yuuji’s still throbbing in his ass.
He drops back down to his hands and knees, arching his back and looking over his shoulder in a way he knows will make Yuuji go stupid.
“Your turn,” He says.
“Are you sure?” Yuuji’s pupils are blown out and his hair is sticking to his forehead and temples as he gazes down, waiting for the release command.
“Fuck me Yuuji,” And he doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s back at it immediately, hands gripping Megumi’s hips threatening to bruise. The overstimulation makes Megumi shudder, flooding his entire body with sensitivity, but it still makes him feel satisfied.
“You always feel so good ‘Gumi,” Yuuji’s moans get louder as his thrusts get sloppier, a race towards release with no concern for his surroundings. He uses the last of his willpower to pull out, jerking his cock a couple times before he cums against Megumi’s ass, swearing.
Almost as soon as he’s done, Yuuji is grabbing him, pulling him into his arms so that they’re spooning, but like, really aggressively. Yuuji’s arms are wrapped around him and he’s wiggling them back and like Megumi’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He would probably agree with that though.
“Yuuji,” Megumi grabs his hand and he settles down, nuzzling his face into Megumi’s shoulder. They stay just like that for a while, reveling in the skin on skin contact as their breathing settles down. Yuuji traces patterns over Megumi’s stomach. Megumi tries to figure out what he’s drawing.
“What are you making?” Megumi asks.
“A dog wearing a top hat,” Megumi snorts, giggling in response. He turns his head to face Yuuji.
“I love you,” He sighs, and Yuuji just grins.
“I love you too,” He says before smacking a kiss onto Megumi’s cheek… then like, ten more kisses. He’s exasperated but endeared.
“Yuuji we need to clean up.”
“No,” Yuuji whines. “I don’t want to let go of you.”
“Your cum is literally smooshed between us we need to clean up,” Megumi sighs.
“Only if,” Yuuji says. “We hold hands the entire time.”
“Yuuji I need to pee.”
“The entire time.”
Megumi rolls his eyes, this is a losing battle. He laces their fingers together.
“Okay let's go,” He tries to say it with annoyance, but the amusement in his voice is impossible to hide.
“Yay!” Yuuji pumps his fist in the air and the “I love you” leaves his lips before he can help it.