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Sukuna can't say he expected his first time smoking pot to be on the floor of Megumi’s bedroom, but as Megumi pulls the weed from the bag, his nerves start to settle in.
“There's really nothing to it, Kuna,” Megumi says, delicate fingers separating the stems from the leaf.
“I know,” Sukuna says quietly. He's heard the horror stories, the countless tales from his friends about the random paranoia and something called “greening out”. It's always intimidated him, and now the fear is really starting to sink in when Megumi grabs the grinder.
Megumi shakes his head as he packs the flower into the metal grinder, laughing softly. “You're thinking about it too hard. Just relax, I'm here if anything goes wrong.”
Sukuna nods, pulling his knees up to his chest as he watches Megumi grind the weed. The grinder must be old, because it squeaks and groans as Megumi twists the top. Sukuna visibly cringes from the noise, earning him an apologetic hum from Megumi.
“Why don't you put on some music? I hate smoking in silence, gives me the creeps,” Megumi suggests, passing the remote over to Sukuna.
“I can do that,” Sukuna says. As he busies himself with finding the right music, he spots Megumi rolling the joint out of the corner of his eye.
“What's the difference between joints and… bongs?” He asks suddenly, causing Megumi to laugh. “Like, obviously I know they're completely different, but don't they both get you high? I don't get it.
“Well, bongs work quicker, it's a lot more smoke at once,” Megumi says, screwing the top off of the grinder. “Joints, on the other hand, are more concentrated. They give you a slower high, more mellow, in my opinion.”
“Huh,” Sukuna says. “Interesting.”
“Crazy what one little plant can do,” Megumi says, grabbing a rolling paper and a small piece of cardstock, something that Megumi called a “crutch” just minutes prior..
“It won't make me sick, will it?” Sukuna asks, chewing on his bottom lip as he finds a good song on the TV.
“I don't know, some people handle it better than others,” Megumi says, shrugging his shoulders as he empties the ground up weed into the rolling paper.
Sukuna nods, setting the remote aside and wrapping his arms around his knees. “Okay.”
It doesn't take much time for Megumi to finish rolling the joint, his tongue darting out to seal the paper. Sukuna can't help the way his eyes linger before he has to forcibly pull them away.
He finds himself having to pull his eyes away from Megumi a lot recently.
“Sukuna,” Megumi says softly, grabbing the lighter. “Calm down. You're making me anxious just by watching you.”
“Sorry,” Sukuna says softly, breathing out a nervous laugh. He's practically holding his breath when Megumi sparks up the joint.
“Relax,” Megumi whispers with a calming smile, sliding the joint between his lips and taking a puff.
The smell is… something. Sukuna has smelled it before, many times, actually, but he's never been this close to it. He chews on his bottom lip as Megumi blows the smoke out, passing the joint over with practiced ease.
“Just put your lips around it and breathe in,” Megumi says, hands reaching forward to position the joint correctly in Sukuna's hand.
And so, Sukuna does, or he tries, at least. He wraps his lips around the filter, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls in a hit and—
Oh, that's not good.
In an instant, Sukuna is passing the joint back to Megumi, shaking his head rapidly before breaking into a coughing fit. His lungs and throat burn, and his fist goes up to try and stifle his coughs.
“Sukuna,” Megumi laughs, taking the joint from Sukuna and sliding a hand over his back soothingly. “Breathe.”
As Sukuna catches his breath, he leans back into Megumi's touch, coughing into the crook of his elbow. At some point he gags, causing Megumi to quickly pass over his glass of water, which Sukuna graciously accepts. The water is tepid, and Sukuna almost wants to ask how long it's been sitting untouched on Megumi’s nightstand, but that thought goes out the window once he almost chokes.
Megumi—always so caring, so patient—doesn’t rush. He runs his fingers over Sukuna's back, so gentle that Sukuna almost wants to cry. “Take your time, you got it,” he murmurs.
Sukuna knows that if it were anyone else, Megumi would be teasing them, calling them a lightweight. He wonders what about him is so special to Megumi, why the older is so easy on him. Eyes watering, his coughs finally calm down. He's quick to shake his head once again, taking deep, staggered breaths.
“I— Oh god, I don't think I like that,” he says, voice raw.
Megumi laughs softly, shaking his head as he takes another hit of the joint. “You're just not used to it yet,” he says on the exhale, blowing the smoke in Sukuna's face.
Sukuna's head feels fuzzy, and he can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks from the intimacy of having smoke blown in his face. “My throat hurts.”
“It'll go away,” Megumi says, offering the joint back over to Sukuna with a sly smile.
“No, thank you,” Sukuna shakes his head, arms going back to wrap around his knees pulled up to his chest.
The music playing from the TV changes, and Sukuna feels time slowing. He's not high, per se, but he's buzzed enough to feel a little different.
“Can I try something?” Megumi asks suddenly, tapping Sukuna's knee.
Sukuna glances down at the touch on his knee, takes a moment to process the question, before he finally turns his head and nods.
“Ever heard of shotgunning?”
Shotgunning?
“Isn't that the thing you do with a can of beer?” Sukuna asks, rocking himself lazily as he adjusts to the feeling of intoxication.
“Well, yes, but that's not what I'm talking about,” Megumi says, biting his lip like he's thinking over his next words carefully. “Are you cool with me blowing smoke in your mouth?”
Sukuna sputters, eyes widening slightly. “What?”
“Nothing too weird, our lips don't even have to touch.” Megumi shrugs. “If not, it's cool. Don't feel like you have to.”
“I want to.”
The words leave Sukuna's mouth before he has a second to think, and he almost wants to take it back, but holy shit, the smile that creeps up on Megumi's lips makes it worth it.
“Yeah?” Megumi asks, tilting his head.
Sukuna nods sheepishly, glancing down at the joint dangling from Megumi's fingers.
They keep eye contact as Megumi takes a drag of the joint, before finally, he leans in. Sukuna doesn't move, he's frozen as Megumi reaches up to cup his cheek, pulling him in close.
“Relax,” Megumi murmurs, brushing his thumb over Sukuna’s bottom lip, causing Sukuna to part his lips on instinct. Megumi smiles.
Heart thumping, Sukuna inhales when Megumi blows the smoke into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut when the thumb that was on his lips seconds prior brushes over his cheek, and it does a better job of calming him down than it should. Their lips don't touch, but their proximity is enough to make Sukuna dizzy, or maybe it's just the weed. And when Megumi pulls back? Sukuna instinctively tries to chase his lips as he holds his breath.
“Holding it in doesn't do anything,” Megumi says softly, laughing. “That was better, right?”
Exhaling, Sukuna nods. His whole body feels warm, his blinking slow as he stares at Megumi with lidded eyes.
“Again?”
Fuck, he can't think straight, his mouth is moving faster than his brain, and it's embarrassing him. Maybe he should just shut up, maybe he should leave, maybe—
“Sure,” Megumi says, already bringing the joint up to his lips.
Oh.
Before Sukuna knows it, Megumi's lips are hovering over his own for the second time tonight, blowing smoke into his mouth with his thumb brushing over his cheek.
It's scary how addictive this is.
Not the weed, but Megumi.
“Again,” Sukuna whispers as he exhales the smoke, cheeks reddening while he shifts closer to Megumi. “Please,” he adds timidly.
“I need a better angle.” Megumi pouts, pulling Sukuna's knees down from his chest before he scoots closer.
At first, Sukuna doesn't understand what's going on, but when Megumi crawls onto his lap, straddling him, he fully understands. He nods wordlessly, grimacing from how dry his mouth suddenly feels.
Megumi adjusts his position in Sukuna's lap, lips parting as he leans in. He blows the smoke in Sukuna's mouth, and Sukuna shifts under him, inhaling it greedily while Megumi keeps a tender hold on the side of his face.
Neither of them back away this time. Sukuna exhales the smoke, peeling his eyes open timidly to attempt to see Megumi, although he's quite blurry from their close proximity.
“Again.”
Megumi bites his lip, pulling back to puff another hit.
“You're still tense,” he murmurs, bringing the joint up to his lips. “You can touch me, you know I don't mind.”
Touch him?
Sukuna just nods, watching Megumi take a long drag of the joint that's almost too small to smoke anymore. He's still getting used to the feeling, and his brain feels like mush. He stays completely still under Megumi, blinking at him expectantly.
“Come on, silly,” Megumi says, holding the smoke in before leaning in and parting his lips once more. The smoke billows out into Sukuna's mouth. As Sukuna inhales, Megumi trails his free hand down to Sukuna’s on the floor, picking it up and bringing it to his waist.
What?
Sukuna almost chokes on the smoke, a faint cough leaving his lips as he exhales. Megumi doesn't back away though, and Sukuna has nowhere to move with how he's trapped against the bed.
“Again,” he whispers.
Wordlessly, Megumi obliges, taking the last drag of the joint before twisting it out in the ashtray. He makes eye contact with Sukuna, blinking slowly and almost… seductively?
Sukuna watches, hand unmoving on Megumi's waist as he tilts his head. He watches Megumi get closer, closer, closer—
Oh. Oh.
He's kissing me.
It's merely a kiss, simply two pairs of hesitant lips pressed together. That is, until Megumi parts his lips and cups Sukuna's jaw, forcing his mouth open and blowing the smoke in, which Sukuna graciously accepts.
Sukuna can feel his own heartbeat in his ears, in his throat, everywhere, and his grip subconsciously tightens on Megumi's waist. Megumi slides his tongue into Sukuna's mouth for a moment, before slowly pulling away, a blissed out smile on his face.
Exhaling the smoke, Sukuna's bloodshot eyes search Megumi’s face for any regret. Shockingly, he finds none.
“Again.”
In an instant, Megumi is connecting their lips again, hands holding Sukuna's face firmly as he tilts his head. Hesitantly, Sukuna melts into it, both hands planting on Megumi's waist. One of Megumi's hands slides up into Sukuna's hair, tugging lightly as he parts his lips. Sukuna takes in a sharp breath through his nose, matching Megumi's pace.
It's sloppy, too sloppy, filled with entirely too much teeth and saliva. Yet, neither of them pull away, and neither of them complain.
Presumably by accident, Megumi shifts on Sukuna's lap, his weight brushing against Sukuna’s cock through his pants and— Shit, I'm getting hard.
A shaky breath from Sukuna tangles between their lips, and in return, Megumi tightens his grip on Sukuna's hair. Sukuna feels like he's going insane, his head foggy and mushy from the weed. Subconsciously, he rocks his hips up.
“Oh—” Megumi gasps into the kiss, grinding down in, what appears to be, encouragement.
Sukuna moans, quiet, breathy and muffled by Megumi's lips as he grinds his hips up again, hands gripping onto Megumi's waist for dear life. It's slow, it's messy, and fuck, it's maddening.
In the back of his mind, Sukuna wonders if he's imagining all of this, because there's no way his best friend is actually making out with him and grinding down on him, right?
Reality seems to sink in when Megumi starts trailing his kisses down to Sukuna's neck, causing him to tilt his head back and gasp softly. They continue grinding against each other lazily, their quiet noises filling the room in the most overwhelming way possible.
“Megumi,” Sukuna whispers, taking a sharp breath through his nose when Megumi bites down and starts sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands slide back and upward, splaying over Megumi's back in an attempt to pull him closer, if that's even possible.
Every nerve in Sukuna's body jolts when Megumi pulls his hair, his hips bucking up sharply in return with a choked noise. Megumi gasps, and Sukuna does his best to commit the sound to memory.
“Shit,” Megumi whispers, reaching back and guiding Sukuna's hands lower, lower, before finally bringing them around to rest on the drawstring of his sweatpants.
Now, Sukuna has never been one to read the room easily. But this time? He takes the hint, untying the string with shaky hands. “Bed?” He asks, sighing in relief when Megumi nods and pulls himself up from the ground.
Once they finally settle on the bed, they break out into a soft fit of laughter, eyes lidded and heavy before Megumi slowly climbs up on Sukuna's lap. He shifts over a little and nudges his thigh between Sukuna’s legs, and in return, Sukuna parts his legs with a shaky sigh.
He’s nervous, embarrassingly so, and the weed has him overthinking every little thing. Should he be doing something? Is he imagining this? Is he too high? Is he—
“Sukuna,” Megumi interrupts his thoughts, bringing a hand down to caress his cheek. “Still with me?”
“Yeah,” Sukuna nods, leaning into Megumi's touch. “Nervous.”
Megumi frowns, his free hand moving to brush Sukuna's hair away from his eyes. “We don't have to go any further.”
“Want to,” Sukuna says, wetting his lips. “Want you.”
“Yeah?” Megumi smiles sleepily, thigh pressing firmly against Sukuna's growing bulge. “Show me how bad you want me.”
“Oh,” Sukuna breathes, hips grinding up greedily into the pressure when Megumi leans down to kiss him languidly. His hands find their way to the waistband of Megumi’s pants, thumbs slipping under like he's asking permission.
Megumi nods, parting from the kiss to let Sukuna tug his pants off. It's like he can sense Sukuna's anxiety, because he brings his hand forward to cup Sukuna's face. “You're doing good,” he whispers.
The slight praise has Sukuna reeling, a soft gasp tearing through his throat before he throws Megumi's pants aside seconds later. His hands work gently when he touches, head spinning when Megumi arches his back and grinds his hips down.
“You're so beautiful,” Sukuna murmurs, slowly rocking his hips up.
Megumi tilts his head. “Beautiful?” He asks, laughing like he can't believe the words coming from Sukuna's mouth.
“Yeah,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly, nodding. He's always thought Megumi was beautiful, a lot longer than he'd be willing to admit. “Beautiful.”
“Never been told that before,” Megumi says quietly, a faint shade of red spreading over his cheeks.
Sukuna smiles sleepily, hands sliding down to Megumi’s ass. He isn't quite sure of how far they're going, but truthfully, he could probably finish like this. His hands are hesitant and shaky as they grope Megumi through his underwear.
“Relax,” Megumi whispers, pressing back into the touch with a soft laugh. “Take what you need.”
And while Sukuna isn't quite sure of what he “needs”, his hands mindlessly spread Megumi open through his boxers, grinding his clothed cock into the junction.
“Oh my god—” Sukuna gasps as he throws his head back against the pillow, hips rocking upward. “That's—” He cuts himself off with another gasp when Megumi grinds down.
“Is that it? You want to fuck me?” Megumi asks, bracing himself with his palms on Sukuna's stomach. He grinds forward, helping Sukuna out with a faint smile.
“Yes— Please.” Sukuna doesn't think he can nod any quicker as his grip on Megumi's ass tightens slightly.
Megumi keeps his movements sickeningly slow, bringing one hand forward to slide up Sukuna’s shirt, fingers dancing over his skin. “Feels good?”
Nodding, Sukuna bites his lip, head tilting back as his eyes flutter shut. He’s completely blissed out as Megumi hikes his shirt up to his ribs, hand roaming softly over the faint outline of abs.
“You're doing so good, Sukuna” Megumi whispers, pressing his ass backwards into Sukuna's touch.
Sukuna's hips jerk up sharply from the words, whining quietly. “Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, brows knitting together as he nears the edge.
“Close?” Megumi asks softly, bringing his hips to a stop. He brushes his hands over Sukuna's torso, his movements maddeningly slow.
“No,” Sukuna says breathlessly, desperately trying to convince Megumi, and himself, that he's not about to come in his pants over a few praises and some lazy dry humping. Though, his hips involuntarily jerking up doesn't seem to help his case.
Megumi smiles sleepily, nails scratching over Sukuna's stomach. “No?”
Sukuna gasps, a choked noise leaving his lips on the exhale. “N-No.”
Laughing softly, Megumi pulls himself off of Sukuna's lap and lays down on his back. He spreads his legs and looks over, and Sukuna understands, despite how high he is.
He sits up, climbing over to kneel between Megumi’s legs on the mattress, and suddenly, he has no idea what he's doing. He's had sex before, several times, actually. Yet, every time has been incredibly awkward, too messy, or filled with far too many apologies from Sukuna for finishing too early.
“Keep going?” Megumi asks softly, grabbing the lube from his nightstand and passing it to Sukuna.
“Yeah.” Sukuna nods quickly, hands fumbling as he sets the lube aside. “I'm really out of practice,” he murmurs truthfully.
Megumi smiles, lifting his hips when Sukuna grabs the waistband of his underwear. “That's okay.”
As Sukuna tugs Megumi's underwear down, he feels a slight wave of relief wash over him from the reassurance. His breath catches in his throat when Megumis boxers are tossed to the floor, hands tentatively reaching out to grab Megumi's bare hips.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, marveling at the sight of his rather large hands compared to Megumi's slim waist.
A soft noise of approval leaves Megumi’s lips as he arches his hips off the bed and into Sukuna's hands. Sukuna fumbles to grab the lube soon after, earning him a soft laugh from Megumi.
It doesn't take long for Sukuna to get his fingers inside of Megumi after that. They start with one, and Sukuna thinks he's going to come untouched from the sight of Megumi nodding and arching his back. One turns to two, two turns to three, before finally, “I'm ready.”
“Do you have a, um…” Sukuna trails off, voice faltering. He's never been very good at the whole ‘sex talk’ thing. “a condom..?”
“You don't have to use one,” Megumi says. “Unless you want to? I do have some if—”
“No.” Sukuna shakes his head quickly, embarrassingly eager, “No condom.”
Megumi smiles, nodding as he sits up and grabs the lube from Sukuna's hand. “Okay.”
Hesitantly, Sukuna reaches for his own pants, pulling them off in no time before settling between Megumi’s legs once again. He almost collapses when Megumi brings a hand forward to slick him up, muttering little praises to him.
“God, you're huge,” Megumi murmurs, brushing his fingers over the tip. “So sensitive, too,” he whispers, laughing quietly when Sukuna's cock twitches hard in his hand.
“Megumi,” Sukuna pleads, hips twitching forward into Megumi's slick grip.
Megumi laughs softly, laying back down and parting his legs wider. “Relax,” he says, heels pressing into Sukuna’s lower back to encourage him.
The second that Sukuna starts easing the tip in, his breath catches in his throat, a soft moan leaving his lips. His hands fly to Megumi’s hips, holding tight.
Shaking his head, Megumi reaches his hands down and grabs Sukuna's, easing up his grip. “Gentle,” he murmurs, moaning once Sukuna pushes in the rest of the way.
Sukuna exhales shakily, leaning over Megumi and bracing himself on his forearms. It takes every bit of strength in his body not to thrust forward and take what he needs. Yet, he knows he wants to stay gentle and kind for Megumi, so instead, he stares down with lidded eyes and blinks slowly, giving Megumi all the time he needs.
“Look at you,” Megumi whispers, smiling softly as he reaches up and wraps his arms around Sukuna's neck. “You can move.”
Sukuna lets himself be tugged down into a sloppy kiss as he starts his pace at a slow grind. He whimpers against Megumi's lips from the light friction, his hips instinctively speeding up. Megumi gasps softly, licking into Sukuna's mouth lazily before breaking the kiss.
“Slow,” he murmurs, kissing at the corner of Sukuna's mouth. “We've got all the time in the world.”
And as bad as Sukuna wants to, he can't find it in himself to disobey. His body practically goes limp the second Megumi speaks to him in that sultry tone, and as he slows his pace, his hands curl into fists around the sheets, trembling with restraint.
Megumi nods, moaning softly as he tilts his head back. “Just like that,” he says, pulling Sukuna's head down to rest in the crook of his neck.
With every slow roll of his hips, Sukuna whines breathily against Megumi's throat, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels so good,” he murmurs.
The friction is so much, but at the same time, it's not enough. Sukuna's hands twist in the sheets lazily, rocking his hips. Megumi clenches down around Sukuna on every lazy thrust, punching little huffs out of Sukuna.
“God,” Megumi breathes, heels digging into Sukuna's lower back. Shifting slightly on his knees, Sukuna slides a hand down to Megumi’s thigh, pulling it upward to change the angle.
Megumi gasps, nodding with a soft moan. “Right there,” he murmurs, tossing his head back on the pillows.
His eyebrows are furrowed, mouth slightly agape as he makes the prettiest noises Sukuna has ever heard.
Sukuna mouths over the smooth skin of Megumi's neck, huffing out choked breaths with each thrust of his hips. He’s shaking, completely overwhelmed with intoxication and pleasure.
“You’re okay,” Megumi says, tangling his fingers in Sukuna's hair. “Doing so good,” he whispers, gasping when Sukuna thrusts sharply in return.
Sukuna's pace becomes needier, a little rougher than it needs to be, but Megumi doesn't complain. If anything, he encourages it, his moans becoming pitchier as he tightens his fist in Sukuna's hair.
“Fuck, I—” Sukuna practically sobs, using every muscle in his body to hold back his approaching orgasm. “I’m not going to last,” he says truthfully.
“That's okay,” Megumi breathes out between breathy moans.
Every nerve in Sukuna’s body is on fire, overwhelmed in the best sense of the word. As heat starts pooling in his gut, his thrusts get sloppier, hips faltering as he desperately chases his climax. His kisses against Megumi's neck get wetter, needier, heavier, before he finally starts sucking a deep mark into the skin.
“Sukuna—” Megumi hisses, pressing down on Sukuna's head in encouragement. “Just like that, baby, oh fuck—”
The way Megumi clenches down around him and calls him baby is enough to send Sukuna tumbling over the edge, cock throbbing and spilling deep inside. His mouth drops open as he pants through his high, breathing hard against Megumi's neck before he’s tugged up by his hair into a sloppy kiss.
It's messy, all tongue and teeth and spit. Sukuna shudders as he rides through the remaining shocks of his orgasm, while Megumi slides a hand between their clothed torsos to grab his own cock.
“Don’t stop, please—” Megumi pleads against Sukuna's lips.
Sukuna never intends on stopping, not until Megumi is satisfied. His hips falter as he fucks roughly into Megumi, dead set on bringing him to the edge. “Come on, I got you,” he pants.
One, two, three thrusts later, and Megumi is spilling between their torsos with a muffled cry, back arched.
The room is silent as they come down from their mutual highs, panting into each other's mouths lazily. Sukuna moves first, tucking his face back into the crook of Megumi’s neck while Megumi loosens his grip on his hair and runs his fingers through the black locks.
“Good?” Megumi asks, scratching lightly over Sukuna’s scalp.
Sukuna hums in response, nodding as he eases Megumi’s leg down on the mattress. He's nervous again, so nervous, because what if this was just some one time thing that Megumi ends up regretting? What if Megumi kicks him out? What if—
“Fuck,” Megumi breathes, laughing softly. “You should let me ride you next time.”
Next time?
A sheepish smile creeps up on Sukuna's face as he pulls back from Megumi’s neck, looking him in the eye with a hopeful look. “Next time?”
“Next time,” Megumi repeats, a lazy smile on his face.
It takes them a few minutes to pull themselves off the bed and as they make their way to the bathroom to clean up, they can't stop giggling. Sukuna turns a bright shade of red when he spots the slight limp in Megumi’s step, causing him to quickly swoop in to help keep him upright.
“I’m alright, don't worry,” Megumi says between giggles, though he doesn't make an effort to pull away from Sukuna's help.
It hits Sukuna suddenly just how much he's wanted this, how much Megumi means to him. It hits him even harder when he washes Megumi's hair in the shower, and it hits him hardest when Megumi curls up to him in bed later in the night, kissing him gently before falling asleep in his arms.
If this is what being high is like, then maybe Sukuna should smoke weed more often.