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Megumi is being punished because he has ambitions outside of the family business.
He knows this, even if neither of his parents will admit it. Why else would he be sent to stay on one of his father’s many ranches for the week?
As far as he knows, his family have never so much as touched a barn—father has men to go out and do that. He can say it’s to check-up on the workers there as much as he likes, but he knows it’s because he found out Megumi has been looking at other avenues for his career lately. Ones that don’t involve farms.
Whatever, he thinks as they pull up to the ranch gate. He can be gone within the first day, come back in a week or so when he’s due to be picked up. Father will be none the wiser.
But when he’s first greeted by one of the two cowboys tending to this ranch at the front door, all his convictions are grind to a halt.
“Fushiguro Megumi?” the gorgeous man asks, answering the door in a tight beige shirt and loose jeans, voice surprisingly soft.
“That’s me,” he says, tearing his eyes from the way the cowboy’s muscles strain at his sleeves.
On second thoughts, maybe he can spend a couple of nights here.
The cowboy reaches out to shake his hand. “Suguru. Sukuna is out back with the cows, he’ll come greet you shortly. Please, come in.”
Megumi steps inside the ranch house, clutching his suitcase and dragging it in over the entrance. Suguru plucks it out of his hands without a word, lifting it as if it weighs nothing. “Can I get you something to drink, eat?”
Megumi hums, watching Suguru’s back muscles shift under his shirt as he places the suitcase outside a room that will presumably be his. (With any luck, he’ll get to spend the night sharing someone else’s bed instead.)
“Just water is fine, thank you.”
He fiddles with the top button of his shirt while Suguru’s back is turned to get Megumi a drink.
As he’s rearranging his collar and trying to figure out a seductive position to sit in the little rickety chair, the second cowboy—Sukuna, presumably—enters the ranch house from the kitchen door, eyes narrowing in on Megumi in a second, who is caught fidgeting.
“What was that car?” he asks Suguru, who barely glances at him.
“Dropping off our guest, obviously,” he says, turning around to hand Megumi the glass of water. Megumi smiles, looking up at Suguru under his lashes.
“Thanks,” he says sweetly, feeling Sukuna’s eyes on him, Suguru’s shyly averted. He’s lovely. Megumi must have him.
“Marcy’s been kicking at the stable wall again,” Sukuna says, and Suguru straightens up quickly.
“What? Tell me you’re joking…”
“Go and see for yourself.”
Suguru is out the kitchen door before Sukuna even finishes speaking. Megumi watches him go with a sigh, sad to see him go but enjoying the sight of his physique silhouetted against the bright setting sun, bringing the water mindlessly to his lips.
As soon as the door bangs shut after him, Sukuna says,
“He’s not going to fuck you, you know.”
Megumi splutters, coughing as he swallows the water too fast. “What?”
“He’s not going to fuck you.” Sukuna isn’t even looking at him, picking out a can of beer from the fridge.
Megumi feels affronted. “And how would you know?”
Sukuna scoffs, heading for the door after Suguru. “He might sleep with you, but only if you fuck him. He’s not going to fuck you.” He stops at the door, looking back to smirk at Megumi. “And I would know.”
The door swings shut after Sukuna, leaving Megumi alone, feeling flustered and stunned.
Just what do these cowboys get up to on his father’s ranch?
-
Megumi tosses and turns in his ratty single bed in the ranch that night. At first, he’s kept awake by the embarrassment of the earlier exchange—Sukuna seeing right through him, then when Suguru came back in, he was barely able to look Megumi in the eye at all. Did Sukuna say something? Probably.
It’s a real shame that they’re not compatible. But Sukuna isn’t half bad looking himself, he’d realised, once he’d gotten over his pride. A face that was probably sculpted by god, and arms equally as thick and grab-able as Suguru’s. Maybe even more so.
He can work with that. Megumi can still get something good out of this arrangement.
Once he’s come to that realisation, he still can’t get a wink of sleep because the noises start in the next door room. Bed creaking, high whines, uh uh uh from Suguru at a pace that has Megumi’s underwear feeling tight. Sukuna’s low voice saying something, though he can’t make out what through the wall.
He’s kind of pissed off that it makes him want Sukuna more.
Of course, he’s mourning the loss of being fucked by Suguru, but he can’t hold anyone’s preferences against them. Sukuna is a perfectly good alternative—the idea grows on him more when he sees Sukuna pass his room shirtless the next morning.
The only problem is, Sukuna does not seem the least bit interested. He doesn’t so much at look at Megumi as they go about getting breakfast ready, even though Megumi sits at the wonky kitchen table in half-unbuttoned silk pyjamas, hair tousled.
Fine. If Sukuna won’t come to him, Megumi will just have to put himself in Sukuna’s way.
He dresses up in a loose white shirt and baggy jeans—his ‘approachable boyfriend’ look as Yuuji calls it—and follows Sukuna out into the field, where he’s tending to his cows.
He pulls himself up to sit on the fence, watching Sukuna stroke along a cow’s back as she chews at some grass.
“Seems like the cows see more of you than Suguru does,” he calls, and Sukuna only glances over long enough to tell him,
“Get off my fence.”
Megumi huffs, pushing himself off and picking over cow pats to follow after Sukuna. “Are you milking them?”
“No.”
“I’m supposed to be here to learn about your work, you know. You could show me.”
Sukuna gestures vaguely over to the next field. “You can pull some hay over into this field if you want to be helpful.”
Megumi eyes up the hay bales, taking the moment to come closer to Sukuna, close enough to hook his hands over Sukuna’s shoulder for balance. “Can’t you show me how?”
Sukuna shrugs off his hand and approaches another cow. “I’m busy.”
Megumi huffs. “With your cows?”
“Yes, with my cows. I’m working. Either make yourself useful or stop bothering me.”
“That’s rich, coming from you. I didn’t get a wink of sleep because of you, you know.”
Sukuna’s brows raise, but he keeps his focus on checking the cow’s ears. Or whatever he’s doing. “You’re the one out of place here, city boy. Neither of us are going to fuck you, and the sooner you realise that, the happier we’ll all be.”
“Suguru has a fair reason. What’s yours?”
A smile tugs at Sukuna’s lips. “You’re my boss’ son.”
“That’s an excuse,” Megumi sniffs. “I think you’re just more interested in your cows.”
“Not true,” Sukuna muses. “You know that, because you didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.”
If Megumi weren’t in a field of cow shit, he would stamp his foot. “It is true. And I’ll prove it.”
He turns on heel, already searching up a ride service that will take him to the city and back from all the way out here.
He has a plan.
-
He’d watched Sukuna round up his cows last night and bring them into the huge barn, sheltered from the hail that was coming down all night.
So he knows for a fact Sukuna will be going out there this morning to check on them and let them out of the barn. He also knows that Suguru is out in the further fields with the horses.
His heart is pounding, but he knows it will kill him to wait any longer to try out his plan. So the next morning, when he spots Sukuna headed out to tend to the cows, he slips out of bed and pulls out his new purchases.
A cow-printed mini skirt with lace along the ends of it, so short he knows it barely covers the cow printed thong underneath. White frilly stockings with black garters, and a little cow-printed tube top that sits snug to his chest. In his hair, a little cow-printed bow to finish the look off.
He slips on some black heels, because when else is he going to get to use them on this god-forsaken ranch?
He peeks out the window again before taking off down the stairs of the farmhouse to the ground floor, exiting to walk across the yard to the barn. Sukuna must be nearly done, there are dozens of his beloved cows in the field by now.
When he pushes open the barn door, it’s to see Sukuna brushing down the final cow still the barn, whispering to it like a lover. Ridiculous. Megumi tentatively picks over the stone floor covered in hay, and sits down gingerly on a bale of hay in the corner. It’s tightly packed, but still feels scratchy against his bare legs.
He positions himself carefully, sticking out a leg, resting back on his hands, then changing his mind and crossing his legs to show some thigh, sitting up straighter. Now that he looks properly, Sukuna has thrown on a pair of dungarees with, it looks like, nothing underneath. His arms are bare for the world to see, and they give Megumi strength—he remembers why he’s going through with this humiliating plan.
Because it will work.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Megumi says, to get his attention, because he’s sure Sukuna heard him come in, but he’s still acting infuriatingly disinterested in Megumi.
Sukuna doesn’t even look at him, but makes a lazy noise of affirmation. “What for? Want someone to pour your milk into your cereal for you?”
“I don’t need you to do anything for me. In fact, I’ve done something for you.”
Sukuna pats the cow to encourage her to exit the barn and go out into the field. He dusts off his hands, and turns to pick up a rake before turning to Megumi.
“And what would that…”
He trails off as he finally looks Megumi’s way.
Heart racing, Megumi raises his eyebrows at Sukuna, whose face goes a little slack as his eyes take in Megumi’s outfit.
“…be.”
“I told you. I know how much you like your cows,” he says, cocking his head, smile slowly growing on his face as he watches Sukuna’s tongue poke out the corner of his mouth. He knew it. “And you know that I want you. I thought we could compromise.”
Still holding the rake, Sukuna slowly, deliberately walks over to where Megumi is perched on the hay. As he comes closer, Megumi spreads his legs, showing off the thong, inviting Sukuna to come and stand between them.
His eyes are drawn to Megumi’s thighs and dick straining through the material, tongue poking his cheek. Megumi finally allows himself to sigh in satisfaction when Sukuna drops the rake, and reaches out to grip Megumi’s thighs in both hands, and pull him to the very edge of the hay bale.
“You’re so desperate for me, you want us to fuck on a hay bale in the barn?”
“You’re the one who brought us to this,” Megumi replies, resting one hand on Sukuna’s shoulder, the other gripping his right bicep. His skin is warm and dry, and Megumi gives his muscles an appreciative squeeze. “I thought this might be more your speed, cowboy.”
He reaches out to grab the travel bottle of lube he brought with him, hastily dropped beside the hay bale.
“I came prepared.”
Sukuna shakes his head, but Megumi can see the smile pulling at his lips too. It makes him proud to know he’s surprised him—and, it seems, lured him in successfully.
“What do you say?”
“That your knees are going to be sore after this.”
Megumi grips Sukuna’s bicep tighter to pull him into a kiss, the hand on his shoulder travelling to the back of his head to grip his hair. Sukuna’s hands grip him tighter too, sliding down to his ass to squeeze Megumi’s cheeks in his big hands appreciatively. He lifts Megumi’s weight with him as he climbs up onto the hay bale, on his knees as Megumi shuffles further back, lying on his back as Sukuna positions himself over him.
“Looks fucking hot on you,” Sukuna mutters, squeezing Megumi’s ass again before placing a hand on his waist, pressing down on the soft skin. “We’re gonna keep this outfit on.”
“Fine. But you can’t keep this on,” Megumi says, unlatching one of the buckles at Sukuna’s shoulders and throwing the dungaree strap over his shoulder. From there, it’s easy to slip the rest of the dungarees off his body, to reveal a beautiful six-pack and toned pecs that actually makes him groan to look at. Megumi shoves the lube bottle into Sukuna’s hand so that he can use both hands to touch Sukuna’s body, pressing down on hard muscle, sighing as he squeezes his tit appreciatively.
The only thing left on him is his boxers, but it doesn’t hide the erection he has just from looking at Megumi, and touching him a little.
“You’re not used to someone saying no to you, are you?” Sukuna says, uncapping the lube bottle. “Turn over.”
“Wait a minute,” Megumi says dreamily, running his fingertips over Sukuna’s stomach like he’s feeling along the keys of a piano.
“No, I think you’ll learn how to listen for once,” Sukuna says, taking Megumi by the hips and bodily lifting him up and turning him over.
Megumi yelps, body rushing hot and aroused at the manhandling, as he scrambles to brace himself on his hands and knees, ass pushed out in front of Sukuna automatically. Sukuna squeezes his thighs again, before coming up to flip up the skirt covering his ass, reverently running a palm over one cheek before delivering a sharp slap.
Megumi moans, and immediately feels the flush of embarrassment that Sukuna had pulled that from him so easily.
“Knew you’d be like this,” Sukuna says cockily, dismissive. He pulls down the thong covering Megumi’s ass, and presses his thumb to his hole, fingers slick with cold lube.
“It’s cold,” Megumi fusses, and immediately receives a slap on his other cheek.
“You can’t ever be grateful for what you have. So spoiled. You know how many people could pull a stunt like this and get away with it around here? You should be glad I’m not reporting you.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want it too,” Megumi says, wiggling his ass when Sukuna removes his finger, just to replace it with the delicious slide of his index finger, deep inside him. “Yes, that’s good, Sukuna. Do two, I stretched already.”
Sukuna slaps him a third time, and Megumi bites his lip with a gasp, electricity running up his body.
“You’re not listening to me. You’re a spoiled brat, isn’t that right?”
He puts in two fingers regardless, fucking Megumi steadily with his fingers right from the get go.
“I usually get what I want,” Megumi agrees, because hey, knowing how to get what he wants got him here right now. He’s struggling to see any downsides. “Doesn’t mean I don’t work for it.”
Sukuna laughs, already adding a third finger, and Megumi keens a little, spreading his legs as Sukuna’s fingers twist inside him.
“Work for it? You mean demean yourself in a slutty outfit, dressed like a cow to get fucked in a barn? Do you consider that hard work?”
“You’d never do it. That’s why I get my way, and others don’t.”
Sukuna clicks his tongue. “I can admit, you surpassed my expectations.”
He removes his fingers, and Megumi wiggles his ass again, anticipating what’s coming. He watches over his shoulders as Sukuna slip off his boxers, and yeah—he’s just as big as Megumi hoped, hard and leaking for him, Sukuna lathering himself up to fuck Megumi good.
“But can you fully commit?” Sukuna asks, and Megumi glances up at his face.
“You’re still talking?”
Sukuna spanks him again, and Megumi is pushed forward by it, gasping at the sensation.
The tip of his cock is pressed against Megumi’s hole, and… rests there.
His hole flutters and gapes, ready to be infiltrated, but Sukuna doesn’t push.
“You’re going to show me how much you really want it,” he says, guiding his dick to slather lube over Megumi’s hole, getting it wet and messy between them before even beginning. “Beg for it.”
Megumi makes a high, insulted noise. “Don’t you think the cow print thong around my ankles right now is proof enough?”
Sukuna slaps his ass again, still stimulating his hole, and Megumi is just dying to be filled up.
Fuck these cowboys—Sukuna can’t let anything happen easily, can he?
“Sukuna I really want it,” he tries instead, and Sukuna looks unimpressed. “Please, please fuck me, cowboy, I want your cock in me. I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
“I can tell that much,” Sukuna says, sounding more amused now. “How much do you want it?”
“Please fuck me hard. I need you. This was all for you.” Megumi bats his eyelashes at him over his shoulder, and watches Sukuna lick his lips.
Sukuna’s dick pushes into his hole, and Megumi closes his eyes in satisfaction. He knew Sukuna wouldn’t back down from this.
He’s big, and it’s a stretch at first. Once Sukuna’s balls hit Megumi’s ass, Megumi’s back arched, the two of them wait in that position for a short stretch, as Megumi digs his fingers into the hay and adjusts.
“You’re sure about this?” Sukuna asks, partially teasing, and part, Megumi can hear, checking on him.
Megumi nods, steadying his breathing and pushing his knees a little further apart. “Yes—I’m ready. Fuck me.”
Sukuna starts fucking into him, drawing his dick almost all the way out just to thrust back inside, and Megumi moans loud enough to echo around the barn.
It’s everything he’s been dreaming of. Like any good cowboy, Sukuna knows how to use his equipment, and hits the spot every time, setting a fast and harsh rhythm that has Megumi clutching at the straw for dear life.
“Ah, ah, ah—Sukuna, oh, God—”
“Bet the city boys don’t fuck like this,” Sukuna grunts, and Megumi moans in agreement. How is he ever going to go back home?
Sukuna grips his hips to keep him still as he fucks into him, and Megumi can’t wait to find the bruises from his hold tomorrow.
“Fuck, fuck!”
“That’s right, scream, baby. Maybe the other ranchers will hear.”
“Ah… Sukuna…”
Sukuna slows in pace after a little while, and Megumi whines, thinking he’s teasing.
Sukuna laughs in his ear, warm front pressed against Megumi’s back. “Told you our knees would hurt like this.”
Megumi had barely noticed it until he said it, but it is sore, grating back and forth against the hay.
“We—we can fix that,” he says, patting Sukuna’s side, and Sukuna takes that as a sign to slip out.
“How?”
“Come and lie on your back,” Megumi says, sitting up on his shins. His skirt is so damp it’ll be ruined at the end of this, and his tube top is slipping down his chest. He adjusts it as Sukuna comes to lie on his back on the hay, smile stretching as he catches onto Megumi’s idea.
Megumi adjusts himself so he’s straddling Sukuna’s toned stomach, and reaches behind himself to grab Sukuna’s dick, aligning it to his hole again.
“You know what they say…” he murmurs as he slides down onto Sukuna’s hard cock with a satisfied groan. “Save a horse…”
“Ride a cowboy,” Sukuna grins in satisfaction. “Please, show me how someone from the city rides.”
Megumi plants his hands on Sukuna’s shoulders, and gets to work.
His thighs take his weight instead of his knees this time, as he begins to bounce up and down on Sukuna’s cock.
Sukuna’s smirk doesn’t leave his face, and he even puts both hands behind his head as if he’s having a relaxing lie in the sun. Cocky bastard.
“Uh, uh—Sukuna, come on…”
“What? You want me to help you? I thought you had this covered.”
“Uh… please… fuck…”
He’d underestimated how sore he is from the spanking earlier. Every time he bounces himself on Sukuna’s dick, he’s reminded of the hits, and he’s so aroused it hurts, thighs shaking as Sukuna’s cock hits even impossibly deeper inside him.
“What, this kind of help?” Sukuna asks, looking annoyingly unaffected, even though Megumi can literally feel how aroused he is, filling up his hole on each bounce. He reaches out to stroke Megumi’s dick as he continues to ride Sukuna, hands coming to rest on Sukuna’s chest to help brace himself.
“Sukuna…” he moans, and for a second, thinks he’s going to come. His body flushes with arousal, blood rushing in his ears, then Sukuna takes his hands from his dick and rests them on Megumi’s hips instead.
“I’m gonna come in you,” he says, voice finally strained as he comes close too. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Megumi says breathlessly, then can’t say any more as Sukuna grips his hips to help him bounce on his hard cock, fucking Megumi harder onto him, bracing his feet so that he can fuck up into him at the same time.
He doesn’t last long like that. Sukuna’s hands on him, the pace of it, the thrusts—he comes not thirty seconds later, come splattering across his skirt, Sukuna’s chest. Sukuna comes seconds later, deep inside Megumi’s ass, cock twitching and jerking as he’s filled up with come.
They both breathe hard for a few moments, coming down from their highs, sweaty and disgusting, but Sukuna is still, somehow, ridiculously fucking hot.
“How’s that for a ride?” he asks, breathlessly, and Sukuna chuckles to himself, cock twitching one last time inside Megumi.
“Not bad, city boy. Not bad.”