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Their lips met roughly, their tongues pushing, tangling between the humidity of messy kisses, contained gasps.
It was unbearably hot. Itadori's hands traced Megumi's waist, squeezing, lifting the shirt and slipping under the fabric, caressing the warm skin. Their bodies touched, rubbing erratically while Megumi caught his lower lip with fake prey eyes and pulled it until he got the sweet honey of a kiss.
Soon, nervous hands turned into in-tune caresses, their lips becoming accustomed to a constant, embarrassing rhythm. Megumi's back hit the edge of the table as he stepped back, and he rested his hands there as Itadori's soaked lips trailed down his neck in smacks, threads of sanity losing themselves in a moan trapped in his mouth.
But, Megumi wanted Yuuji's hands on him, all over his body. And he wanted to rip off his yellow sweatshirt and kiss his chest, rubbing, squeezing his pecs, to run the tip of his nose down his abs. Damn, he'd seen everything he had when his shirt lifted when he jumped to dunk the ball. He wanted it for himself, he wanted it right now.
He tugged at the hem of the hoodie, making his world a broken kiss as Itadori pulled away and pulled it off, turning to tug at his shirt and pull it over his head. Megumi let the garment fall to the floor, strands of black hair framing a bright gaze, lust-filled blue eyes flickering over Itadori's pink face, listening to his heavy breathing.
So, he touched him. Right there, in the locker room. What he had been wanting to do became a reality to dream about that night, and the next, and the next. Yuuji had broad, firm shoulders, dotted with freckles, toned biceps. Megumi bit his neck, hearing him gasp and feeling him rub. He longed to take off his clothes and forget about that ridiculous post-match party once and for all.
"Yuuji..." he murmured, getting lost in the labyrinth of his wet lips, clinging to his back while the other pressed the lower part of his back against his body, pressing him against him. “Yuu... ah…”
Down, their erections touched each other, rubbing each other insistently. Yuuji could cum in his own underwear, gasping into that forbidden boy's mouth, drinking in his moans. He felt the mark of teeth burning pleasantly on his neck, and those blue eyes narrowed lasciviously.
Megumi's body was so fucking sensual. He was slender, thin under his fingertips, he knew he was peppered with black tattoos curving all over his body like shadows and daggers. He could grab and pull, he could hold him, could corner him to pretend he wasn't intimidated, run his hands over his chest, rub his pink nipples with his thumbs, suck on them and make him cry.
He slipped his hand between their bodies, down Megumi's thin abdomen until he touched the elastic of his underwear. Drowned in the sea of his irises, he rubbed his dick slowly, upwards, sliding his thumb over the tip. Goodness, he could tell how wet it was on the other side of the clothes.
He would drive him crazy. Megumi's legs shook as Yuuji touched him over the fabric, so close, so far. The outline of his fingers felt firm against his bulge, pressing, palming, sliding down and up as they wrapped themselves in an overly fiery kiss.
That got out of control, derailed and crashed. Megumi shuddered, stifling moans, dragging his nails down Yuuji's shoulder blades to purposely leave marks, lacing their tongues until he collapsed into his own underwear with a sigh and red cheeks.
Megumi shivered, noticing the annoying dampness inside his clothes, the tingling on his skin, his consciousness, an orgasm clouding his gaze.
Without a second thought, he unzipped Yuuji's jeans, undoing the button. He dropped to his knees between his legs as Yuuji sat on the wooden stool, stroking his black hair with one hand in disbelief that this was happening.
Megumi lowered his pants, making a space between his knees. He looked at him with those eyes, long eyelashes and mouth half open showing the silver ball of his tongue, dick hitting his lips as it was released from his boxers.
Yuuji forgot that they were still in the locker room. Closing his eyes, he moaned as he felt Megumi take him and lick the tip with deliberate gentleness, pressing his warm piercing against him. Yuuji threw his head back, thinking how much he had thought about those metal-ringed lips swallowing him whole, his throat squeezing him so tightly.
Then, Megumi stopped. Yuuji looked at him, panting desperately fearing that he was going to leave him like this. But, Megumi only said:
“I want more.”
Yuuji wanted to give him everything.
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“You fucked who?”
Yuuji scratched the back of his neck. He would have been embarrassed if it weren't for the fact that he'd been wanting to get his hands on Megumi Fushiguro for months.
"The coach's son."
Nobara stopped drinking to cough loudly, slamming her fist on the table as she looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
“The guy with the tattoos?”
He nodded. Nobara continued to look at him with her jaw hanging, surprised. Yuuji bit his lip, remembering what had happened the previous afternoon after the match. They had beaten the university next door with four points on them, a good match, one of the best of the season, in fact. And even knowing that the tournament was not over yet, they had decided on the field that, if they won, they would need to celebrate in a big way.
Now, his coach's son was always there. Megumi Fushiguro didn't seem like the type to enjoy basketball, and he always sat on the bench looking at his phone, waiting for his father to finish work. He didn't seem to be studying, since he hadn't seen him anywhere on campus. Maybe he didn't even go to that university, or he didn't go to one at all.
Megumi Fushiguro. The only thing he knew about him was that he was the most beautiful guy he had ever seen in his entire life. Full of tattoos, piercings on his face, on both sides of his lips, on his tongue, on one of his eyebrows. Blue eyes that had collided with his on more than one occasion during training, awakening a hunger that Yuuji had never thought he was capable of.
He appeared at most training sessions, at games, even at the end of team dinners when he went to look for his father on a shiny black motorcycle, the same color as his hair. Yuuji was crazy about him, especially since the day Megumi had started looking at him in a particular way during training.
He felt his pupils wandering all over his body, from the skin of his thighs in his sweatpants to his abdomen when he jumped and his shirt lifted. He had seen him biting his lip, staring at his biceps. Fuck. He had become so obsessed that he dreamed about him a couple of times and woke up covered in sweat.
The previous afternoon, they had fucked. Yuuji was still coming to terms with it.
“Do you want to die?” Nobara exclaimed, pushing her empty soda aside.
The coach, Toji Fushiguro, was the strictest man on the planet. He carried that team the same way a Colonel would carry his army. No one dared to talk to Megumi because he was at his side, a strong and imposing man. Megumi didn't talk to anyone either, he was a presence that everyone had gotten used to.
However, Toji hadn't been there when Yuuji had finished dressing after the match. When all his teammates had left and he had promised to catch up with them, there was no other person who appeared but his damned son and his tongue licking in his direction, as if he saw prey.
He had entered the locker room, saw that he was already dressed. Yuuji had been left speechless, partly because Megumi had simply grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely. Veni, vidi, vici. He took whatever he wanted and Yuuji happily gave it to him.
He remembered his of pleasured expression pressed against the door of the bathroom stall, the feel of his hips between his hands and his sweet moans filling the locker room as if they were immune to anyone entering; how he tightened around him, demanding more, the sound of their skin slapping together, his legs shaking.
Then he had kissed him so softly that Yuuji had thought it was a joke. Megumi had pulled up his pants and left as if nothing had happened. No phone number or social media, no compliments. He had stood there, listening to his footsteps fading into the distance, trying to discern if it had been real.
"No one knows," he said, lowering his voice. “In fact, no one can know. No… I can't allow it. It's too much.”
“Do you think anyone noticed?”
“That he entered the locker room? I don't know, but I know the school press was already gone.”
“How do you think the coach would react?” Nobara asked.
"...he would kick me off the team, I'm sure of it." Yuuji swallowed, scared by the possibility. “Two years ago he kicked out a guy for having a girlfriend. He said that if he wasn't going to dedicate himself a hundred percent to playing, then he wouldn't be useful.”
Besides, Megumi wasn't just anyone. Anger would be catastrophic, he had seen Toji angry enough times to know he wouldn't survive.
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There was one word that could perfectly describe what the following training was like: terrible.
There were two weeks left until the next match and their coach had even made them run around the sports center for half an hour every morning, playing intensive matches throughout the day because he couldn't let them become weak in the face of physical exertion. The team had to be as resistant to fatigue as possible, which was how Toji Fushiguro had managed to take them to the top during the five years he had been their coach.
However, there was something else in Yuuji's head that had nothing to do with basketball. A side effect that did not allow him to concentrate and made him miss his passes three times.
“Itadori, what the hell is wrong with you today!?” Toji shouted from the bench, raising his hands in frustration. “Come on! I want you to give it your all like we're playing right now, kid!”
Sitting next to the coach was Megumi, staring at him. He felt their eyes on him all the time, devouring him as if he had no other damn thing to do, no other damn place to be.
Yuuji tried his best, but every now and then the rough feeling of the ball in his hands would disappear and he would remember Megumi's hips in his hands, the scent of his neck as he buried his nose in the back of his neck and fucked him against the stall wall; and when the ball bounced to the side awkwardly, it was Megumi who bounced against his dick, his perfect ass and thighs waiting for something to spill between them.
He knew that Megumi was remembering it too. He had that expression of knowing something that others didn't, with a malicious smile.
“Fuck, Itadori!” The coach complained, making a gesture “Get off the fucking court if you're not going to do anything right!”
Yuuji apologized, lowering his head, while the ball bounced weakly to the side and a teammate of his went after him to look for it. He left the court trying not to look back, with his eyes fixed on the floor.
Toji crossed his arms, sighing heavily.
“Is everything okay?”
"I need to cool off a little," he asked, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat before his coach told him to speak like a man. “Can I go to the locker room, sir?”
Toji nodded with a growl that curled the scar on his lips to the side in a grimace. It was surprising how much he looked like his son, mainly in how fucking dangerous.
He ran across the field towards the locker room, nervous. He smelled humidity, his own sweat. His footsteps echoed through the room as he approached the sink. He turned on the water and rubbed his face, frustrated.
He gripped the sink with his hair dripping down his forehead and nose. He sighed loudly and sat up, only to find another person accompanying him in the mirror's reflection.
He jumped, turning around.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you." Megumi raised his eyebrows, looking him up and down slowly.
His mere voice set off a chain reaction. The heat rose to his cheeks even though they were still splashed with water, his body felt heavy, still in place without moving, his heart raced hard and he had to swallow to be able to speak.
“Has anyone seen you come in?” He asked, worried.
“Everyone. I said I was going to the bathroom.”
Yuuji nodded in understanding, intimidated. The fact that he was the coach's son gave him more respect than his appearance. Megumi always dressed in dark colors, baggy jeans that gave him a slim look, boots, and rings that aroused interest among the entire team.
In his dreams, he took off all his accessories and kissed his bare shoulders.
“Why now?” He managed to say, when Megumi's hand rested on the center of his chest.
“Because you clearly need to calm down.”
Megumi pushed. Yuuji let himself be carried away without looking back towards the cubicles, watching those lips so close.
“… I mean this.”
The door closed behind them with a click, their shadows cast on the floor around them, as if spilled from a vase of darkness. Megumi caressed the chain around Yuuji's neck before answering, taking his time, each link against his fingertips, each link splashed with water and sweat. Then, he lowered his hand down the team's red shirt, staying on his abdomen.
"Because it was about time." Megumi tilted his chin as if it were obvious. “You wouldn’t stop looking at me.”
"No," Yuuji took a breath, feeling the erection already in his pants. “You looked at me first, you started…”
Megumi's laugh was like a caress on his crotch. Yuuji bit his lip as that hand moved lower, reaching for the hem of his pants.
“Well, do you want it or not?”
"Only if we can have a date later," he muttered, almost trembling.
The answer didn't come, but Yuuji knew it the instant Megumi indulged him with his mouth, wrapping his wet lips around his cock, licking the side as he looked up to see him moan. He sank his fingers into his hair, first stroking it, then pulling gently, his knees weakening for an instant in which he felt the piercing running along its length.
Suddenly, someone entered the locker room. He covered his mouth, listening to the zipper of a bag opening, the murmur of someone frustrated. Megumi continued sucking him like a damn devil, swallowing him whole with no difficulty.
Yuuji sighed into his own hand, throwing his head back in an attempt to remain silent. Pushing his hips, Megumi caressed his abs and let his cock slide out all wet and teased it on his tongue, licking it slowly before swallowing it with a grunt.
“…fuck,” Yuuji sighed, when those footsteps disappeared into the distance and the door closed.
That day he learned Megumi liked it when he came all over his face.
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Megumi turned out to be much sweeter than both of them, his appearance and his attitude. In reality, he was a fairly lonely boy, always accompanied by his headphones or his guitar.
He had started studying at university in the same year as him, specifically veterinary medicine, but he had had to put his studies on hold for reasons he never told him.
"Someday I'll tell you," he said, looking through the window of the cafeteria where they often saw each other. “Or you will realize it.”
There were many things that Yuuji realized in that week, after seeing each other five days in a row before training. Megumi was quite reserved and had a hard time trusting others, he didn't have much appreciation for social media. He kept looking at his profiles every night, knowing that all he would find was emptiness. No profile picture, no posts, just a featured Instagram story with photos of his clothes and music taste.
They chatted every night until well into the early morning, Yuuji tried not to let it show in his performance on the court. He felt more and more comfortable with those eyes on him, which became more affectionate.
Megumi was the jealous kind. He hid it so bad. Since they had made the decision to start a relationship, it had become more noticeable. Yuuji didn't care, he felt right where he wanted to be. Every time the cheerleading squad came to watch practice, Megumi's expression would become serious, and later, when Yuuji invited him to his house, the wonderful retaliation would come.
His grandparents were not there, the door to his room was closed and all their clothes were piled up on the floor. Megumi went up and down on his dick slowly, biting his fingers between moans. Yuuji held his waist, but nothing stopped his boyfriend from ending up bouncing on him, digging his nails into his abs and singing his name to prove that he was his.
“…ah…ah… Yuu…!”
And his voice shook with gasps of pleasure, sweat glistening on his neck, tattoos like shadows curling all over his limbs. His navel piercing was a pretty thing, a green gem contrasting against his pale skin.
When Megumi made sure he had cum inside, he would fall on his chest and kiss him deep.
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It was raining the day before the next tournament match.
"Go home and rest," Toji told them.
"Come to my place, I'll be alone this afternoon," Megumi suggested.
Yuuji had never been so scared as when he entered his coach's apartment, holding his boyfriend's hand. Everything was tidy, filled with photos of Megumi as a pouting child, and also of his mother when she was still alive.
Megumi's room was exactly as he had imagined, covered in posters of bands, novels categorized by genre on the shelves, a record player, and a guitar in the corner. There were a couple of bottles of pills, which he didn't mention, although he saw Megumi put them in the nightstand drawer.
"Don't worry, my father won't be back until midnight, we just have to be careful."
It was his first time there, and although he should have been excited, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He remembered that rumor about the coach he'd heard the day they met him. Supposedly, Toji had cracked someone's skull open in a bar a decade ago.
However, he was so mentally exhausted that he collapsed into Megumi's arms. The stress of training was killing him lately, and he sometimes felt an uncomfortable tension in the back of his neck. They rolled around on the bed, pressed together, kissing and caressing each other.
"Can we go to the movies this weekend?" he suggested, pulling Megumi close in a hug.
"Hmm," Megumi made a lazy sound, toying with Yuuji's hand on his stomach. "I'll find a way to sneak out, okay?"
Yuuji smiled, burying his face in Megumi's hair. He smelled of fresh shampoo, and the skin of his neck drew him to kiss him there, gently caressing his abdomen and side. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with him all day.
They accidentally fell asleep. Yuuji woke up to his boyfriend's soft snores. The room was already dark, nothing but clouds and night beyond the window.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He placed a hand on Megumi's side and leaned over to check his phone on the nightstand. His heart raced when he saw it was 11:30 at night.
"Shit..."
He didn't want to wake Megumi. He got up carefully, tore a post-it note from the stack on the table, and quickly wrote a message apologizing for not noticing. He stuck it to the pillow next to that beautiful face.
Then, he ran to the front door. He sat down and put on his sneakers, tying the laces in a rather messy way. He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Yuuji opened the door, ready to run back home. The hinges creaked.
"Oh, fuck."
Toji Fushiguro glared at him, holding the apartment keys in the air with a grimace.