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Yuji pushed open the door to the bookstore, the bell above giving a soft jingle as he entered the warm space. He quickly closed the door behind him, not wanting to let any of the chilly winter air in. He knocked his boots in the entry way, getting the last bits of snow off. He gave a final shiver as he adjusted to the welcome change in temperature.

Yuji hated winter for two reasons. He hated the cold, and he hated the dark, two things that came hand in hand with the season. He would prefer it to be constantly 80 degrees and sunny. Put him on a beach in summer and he would be happy as a clam.

He missed the beaches back home and the noticeable lack of winter. This was his second year of university, but he still found himself home sick every so often. Yuji didn’t have much to complain about though. Aside from the winter months, he loved it here. Being in the city felt electric, the energy never slowing. Having grown up in the country, moving to the city had terrified Yuji at first.

But someone had pulled him here, and Yuji followed helplessly like a moth to a flame.

Yuji scanned the bookstore. It was quiet; it was always quiet. The store itself was small, cozy, and there were only a handful of tables for people to sit. It was also tucked away from the main street, which meant the university students hardly ever found it. Yuji never would have found it himself if it hadn’t been for-

“Yuji,” came the voice Yuji tried very hard to pretend didn’t give him chills.

Megumi had peeked his head around the corner of a bookshelf, black hair looking as perfectly imperfect as usual. Their eyes met, and Yuji found his feet stepping closer, unable to stop the pull.

“Hey Megs. Whatcha doin?” Yuji grinned, unzipping his heavy winter jacket.

“Putting away an order. You’re late,” Megumi deadpanned, eyes back on the bookshelf.

Yuji watched Megumi’s hands as he placed the books on the shelf. They were large, large enough that Yuji thought that one could wrap comfortably around his throat. He knew for a fact that they were soft, and always cold. The first time Yuji found himself staring at Megumi’s hands, he knew he was in love. Who stares at hands? Lovesick people, surely. But there was something about Megumi’s hands that also gave him some less than pure thoughts.

Yuji had always found Megumi attractive, that part wasn’t news to him. They had known each other since freshman year of high school and had been best friends ever since. Yuji could say with confidence that Megumi was objectively attractive. But it wasn’t until they both got accepted to the same university, moved 2000 miles from their hometown, and got an apartment together that Yuji realized he was in love, and doomed.

“I am not late. I’m not the one that works here,” Yuji scoffed. “They have 8^th street blocked off, so I had to go all the way around. Feel bad for me.” Yuji gave his best pouty face, fluttering his lashes and looking up at Megumi through them.

Yuji had been the taller one for exactly two years of their friendship before Megumi gained five inches on him. Now Yuji had to look up at him when they spoke. A fact that he pretended to hate, but that he secretly loved.

Megumi glanced at him, rolling his eyes before placing the last book and turning to walk away. “Oh, you poor baby,” Megumi drawled, sounding bored.

Yuji beamed despite Megumi’s tone, following him to the back of the store where the tables sat. As expected, there was no one else in here. Yuji recognized Megumi’s laptop next to a few textbooks already set up at one of the tables. Yuji set his backpack down in one of the chairs, slipping his jacket off and tossing it aside. “And it’s cold out,” Yuji continued with his pity party.

Megumi nodded, sliding into his chair in front of his laptop. “And dark.”

“And dark!” Yuji agreed emphatically, his smile blinding.

Megumi huffed what Yuji knew to be a laugh and picked up one of his books. Yuji set up his own sticker covered laptop and sat in the chair next to Megumi, situating his chair a tad closer than was necessary, but Megumi said nothing.

“What are you working on?” Megumi asked.

“I have a kinesiology midterm paper that I may have only done the outline for so far,” Yuji admitted, digging in his backpack for his notebook.

Megumi sighed. “Of course you have. When is it due?”

“Monday,” Yuji murmured, keeping his eyes trained on his laptop. But Megumi’s silent treatment really should be studied because Yuji always broke to it. He slowly turned his head, meeting Megumi’s annoyed expression.

“Yuji,” he started.

“It’s Friday!” Yuji shouted. “I have all weekend to do it! It’ll be fine. I’ll finish it with time to spare.”

“We both know you’re going to play COD all weekend,” Megumi pressed.

Yuji wanted to be offended, but Megumi had a solid point. He had already planned on doing just that. Fuck. He might have to reassess his weekend plans. Yuji sighed. “Alright, alright I’ll work on the stupid paper.”

Megumi, seemingly pleased with Yuji’s answer, returned his attention to his work. Megumi was studying pre-med, but he kept up with the mountain of work while most of his classmates struggled. It usually took Yuji twice as long to study and maintain his grades in his own physical therapy major. But Megumi seemed to do it effortlessly, another thing Yuji wanted to find irritating, but he only found it cute.

They spent the rest of Megumi’s shift absorbed in their individual coursework. Occasionally a customer would come in, but the night stayed relatively quiet. Yuji helped Megumi with his closing duties, as he always did. When the store was cleaned, they bundled back up in their winter layers and headed out into the night.

Yuji had been surprised when Megumi ended up applying to work at the bookstore. Megumi’s parents were rich, like rich rich. Gojo was a trust fund baby and Geto was a successful psychiatrist with his own private practice. Megumi didn’t need the money, not when Gojo was constantly putting an obscene amount of it in his bank account every week.

But Megumi said it wasn’t about the money. He had fallen in love with the little store the first time they found it and the rest was history. Megumi was always happiest with a book in his hands, so why not get paid to read? Yuji still didn’t quite understand it, but he was happy if Megumi was happy.

Once Megumi had locked the door and pocketed the keys, Yuji was immediately linking their arms. He crowded into Megumi’s space, needing his warmth and his comfort. The city was never truly dark, what with hundreds of lights constantly on no matter the hour. But even still, Yuji hated the dark and, by that same logic, the night.

A childish fear he had never grown out of. It was one of the reasons he spent his evenings after class at the bookstore with Megumi. The first and very obvious reason being that it was an excellent excuse to stare at Megumi for hours. The second reason being that he didn’t want to be in their apartment alone at night. The fact that Yuji would cling to Megumi like a lifeline, and that Megumi allowed him to, for the entire walk home was a bonus. 

“Scaredy cat,” Megumi teased, but he tightened his arm with Yuji’s.

Yuji tilted his head up, glaring at the taller man with as much venom as he could muster when he was already shivering. “Sh-sh-shut up,” he stuttered.

Megumi chuckled, pulling Yuji along as they began the walk to their apartment. They took the side streets, avoiding all the Friday night bar crowds. Megumi was never bothered by the cold, only needing a coat and a scarf while Yuji was so bundled it was a miracle he could move at all. Yuji had a theory that Megumi was indifferent to the cold because his skin was already always cold. It turned out Megumi actually loved winter; a fact they had both learned their first season here.

It didn’t snow back home. Well, no, according to Yuji’s grandfather it had snowed once when he was a baby, but he doesn’t remember it, so that doesn’t count. Their first winter in the city there had been a crazy snowstorm, and they got snowed into their apartment for two days. It had been the beginning of Yuji realizing he had some less than friendly feelings for his best friend.

They had stayed in, huddled under all the blankets they owned, watching movies and staying up late talking about nothing and everything. They even had a snowball fight, which had ended after exactly three snowballs when Yuji hit Megumi directly in the face and then was promptly thrown into a snowbank by the dark-haired boy. Yuji had laughed the whole time Megumi helped dig him out of the snow, a small smile on Megumi’s face. It had been the most fun Yuji had ever had, and he realized then that all his happy moments tended to involve Megumi.

It only took about fifteen minutes at this time of night, but Yuji couldn’t feel his face by the end of their walk home. Megumi fished his keys out of his pocket with his free hand, unlocking the door and pulling Yuji inside with him. Megumi instantly flipped the light on, and Yuji silently thanked him. It was warm in their apartment and Yuji felt his muscles loosen slightly. They were home. His home with Megumi.

Yuji started to remove his many layers, hanging them in their respective spots in the entry way. By the time Yuji was unwrapping his scarf, Megumi was already out of his outdoor clothes, watching with amusement at how long it took Yuji. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, clearly trying not to grin.

“You could help me, ya know. Instead of standing there laughing,” Yuji pouted, removing his beanie and placing it over his coat on the hook.

Megumi uncrossed his arms and stalked closer. “I wasn’t laughing,” he stated before kneeling and untying Yuji’s boots.

“Well, you were laughing on the inside,” Yuji muttered, only slightly flustered by Megumi helping him undress.

Megumi finished with one boot, moving onto the other one as he looked up at Yuji. “Laughing on the inside? What the fuck does that even mean?”

Yuji didn’t hear the question. He didn’t hear anything Megumi said. His brain had stopped working as soon as Megumi had looked at him from this angle.

He looks good on his knees.

Yuji shook his head, but the thoughts continued.

He looks so pretty like this. His cheeks are pink from the cold. I bet his lips are soft, they look soft. His hands would be cold, but his tongue would be hot.

Yuji’s dick twitched in his pants.

Okay, let’s all calm down here. Your friend, your best friend, is being nice and helping you take your boots off. Stop being a fucking pervert and thinking about his tongue.

Megumi stood, taking Yuji’s hands as Yuji toed off his now untied boots. Yuji didn’t really need the physical support, but he wasn’t going to complain. “You can laugh on the inside. Like in your head,” Yuji finally answered.

Megumi rolled his eyes, dropping Yuji’s hands to place one on each of Yuji’s cheeks. “Your face is all red. You still feel cold.”

“I’m surprised you can feel a difference with your ice hands,” Yuji teased, resulting in Megumi squishing his cheeks.

Megumi released him and turned to walk down the hall to their kitchen. “Are you hungry?” he called.

Yuji dropped his backpack in his room before meeting Megumi in the kitchen. Megumi was already pulling out ingredients for one of Yuji’s favorite dinners, despite him not answering yet. Yuji smiled. “Yeah, I’m hungry. Thanks.”

Megumi just grunted, focusing on his task. Yuji went to grab his laptop, setting it up on their kitchen island and playing music. Yuji was, regrettably, not a lot of help in the kitchen. The last time he had offered to help he had almost lost a finger from trying to cut a radish. But he could keep Megumi company. This had become their routine since moving in together. Yuji did most of the cleaning and Megumi did most of the cooking.

They ate their spicy ramen in comfortable silence, listening to one of Yuji’s playlists. After dinner, Yuji cleaned up the kitchen while Megumi went to shower. Once Yuji finished his own shower, he quickly dressed in his warmest sweats and went to the living room.

Predictably, Megumi was already there. He was sitting on the massive couch that Gojo had insisted on buying them. Megumi and Geto had both tried to talk him out of it, but even Yuji knew there was no stopping Gojo once his mind was made up. Megumi was sitting with his legs up on the chaise half of the sectional, remote in hand while he tried to find something to watch. Neither of them had class or work over the weekend, which meant they would likely be up late tonight.

Yuji was perhaps feeling bolder than usual as he made his way over to the couch. He took the blanket off the back and laid it over himself. He then laid his head in Megumi’s lap as he settled down. He kept his eyes on the screen, watching as Megumi’s scrolling stopped for a second from the surprise. Yuji grinned to himself as Megumi quickly resumed his scrolling.

“We still have to finish that German show,” Megumi stated.

“Nuh uh, no subtitles tonight.”

“You just want to watch that baking show.”

“It’s funny!” Yuji defended.

“Yeah, yeah,” Megumi said, but he was already putting the baking show on.

He handed the remote to Yuji, who placed it on the coffee table. With his hand now free, Megumi placed it on Yuji’s hip. Yuji couldn’t help the small flinch of surprise at the contact. He could feel Megumi’s hand through the blanket like a brand. Yuji tried to watch the show, but he found he wasn’t retaining any of the words.

Leave it to Megumi to turn Yuji’s attempt at bravery on its head with his own daring gesture. Now Yuji was the flustered one. Typical.

Two episodes later and Yuji was pretty sure his face was on fire. Megumi had started rubbing his thumb against Yuji’s hip. Was he even aware he was doing it? Yuji turned his head from his place on Megumi’s lap, looking up to find those dark blue eyes already on him.

“What’s wrong?” Megumi whispered.

“N-no, nothing,” Yuji stammered, turning his red face back to the screen. He heard Megumi huff but say nothing. Yuji prayed to every god imaginable that Megumi couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating.

It wasn’t like they had never touched before. Yuji touched Megumi every chance he got, and Megumi never refused him. But this just felt… different. Could Yuji get away with pushing it just a little further?

Yuji untucked one of his hands and placed it on Megumi’s thigh near his head. Megumi gave Yuji’s hip a gentle squeeze, but that was all. Yuji counted it as a win and settled in further. When he was this close, he was wrapped in Megumi’s scent, a mixture of cedarwood and cardamom.  The scent never failed to soothe him, but it was working against Yuji now. He was starting to feel sleepy.

He tried to blink away the heavy feeling in his eyes, but it wasn’t working. He wanted to spend more time with Megumi like this. What if he didn’t get another chance? But he felt his eyes closing. It was becoming harder and harder to keep them open. He was too comfortable nestled under a blanket tucked against Megumi’s warmth. Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep.

Megumi knew Yuji had fallen asleep by the sound of his breathing. He looked down and sure enough, Yuji was sound asleep in his lap. He felt his face morph into a small smile as he watched Yuji sleep so peacefully.

Yuji’s sleeping habits weren’t the greatest. Yuji had struggled with his fear of the dark since long before they had met. One day Megumi had asked if something had happened to cause the fear to linger for so many years. It had taken four days after Megumi asked for Yuji to tell him.

Yuji’s parents had died in a car accident when he was five. The weather that day had been mild for June, but by the evening a summer storm had started. Yuji was home with a babysitter while his parents had gone out to dinner. His parents were supposed to be back by midnight, but by one in the morning there was still no word from them. The babysitter girl, who was only 13 herself, had waited until 1AM before walking two houses down to her own home.

Yuji had woken sometime in the early morning before dawn to a dark and empty house. It wasn’t until noon the next day that his grandfather had been notified of the accident and went to get Yuji.

It took his grandfather over an hour to find Yuji. It wasn’t until he looked in the back of the closet in the parent’s bedroom that he found him. Yuji had spent the night hiding from the sounds of the storm. He had run through the house, flicking the light switches over and over, but nothing happened.

The power had been knocked out from the storm.

He had tried to look for his parents, but the lightening had him running to their room and curling up in their clothes. He had spent all night crying and jumping from the thunder, his tiny face puffy from the tears. The worst night of Yuji’s life was swiftly followed by the worst day as he was told his parents wouldn’t be coming back.

All the pain had compounded into a crippling fear of the dark that Yuji still suffered from. Something about the irrational part of his brain convincing him he would lose everything in the dark. And whenever it stormed, Yuji slept in Megumi’s bed. Clinging so hard Megumi could barely breathe, but he just held Yuji tighter.

From the moment Megumi met Yuji, he had an uncontrollable need to protect him. Even before hearing the story. He had never been able to explain it. It was chemical, involuntary. He had gotten in more than one fight on Yuji’s behalf. Yuji would always scold him for fighting, but he never commented on why Megumi was fighting. Megumi would nod, letting Yuji clean up his scrapes and bruises, promising him no more fighting each time.

But Megumi knew it was a promise he had no intention of keeping. He suspected Yuji knew it too with the way he looked at him after bandaging Megumi up. That goddamn smile. Megumi was so incredibly weak for that goofy, stupid, perfect smile. He was sure Yuji could drive a knife into Megumi’s throat, but if he was smiling, Megumi would smile too.

He wasn’t sure when his need to protect Yuji had turned into love. Maybe it had been love all along. Love masquerading as possession.

Maybe.

Possibly.

All he knew for sure was that the love existed. An all-consuming love that left him feeling sick some days. Like his heart was clawing at his ribcage the longer he kept his feelings hidden. He was bursting at the seams with it, afraid that if he opened his mouth too wide the words would just tumble out onto the floor. He couldn’t risk losing Yuji over his feelings not being returned. He would die from it, he knew. He would wither like a flower without sunshine. It was better to keep things as they are.

Before he could stop himself, Megumi raised his hand and ran his fingers through Yuji’s hair. It was soft, much softer than it looked. He kept his touch light to not wake him, but he continued combing through the pink locks.

Yuji was always invading Megumi’s personal space; tonight was nothing new. Megumi had never denied Yuji’s physical affection, even if he pretended to hate it. It gave him the perfect excuse to touch Yuji without being anything more than friends.

Yuji scrunched his face up in his sleep, muttering something. Megumi could stay like this all night, watching over a sleeping Yuji, guarding him, but it was late. They should both get to bed.

He removed his hand from Yuji’s hair and gave his shoulder a gentle shake. “Yuji,” he whispered. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Mmm,” Yuji groaned, eyes still closed.

Megumi chuckled. “Such a brat.”

That got Yuji blinking his eyes open, turning his head to give Megumi a rather weak attempt at a glare. “You’re a brat,” Yuji stated. Megumi ignored the way his heart skipped at Yuji’s sleepy voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, get up. It’s time for bed,” Megumi urged.

Yuji groaned again, but he sat up. Once Yuji was off him, Megumi stood and turned on the hallway light for him. Yuji kept the blanket wrapped around himself, looking more like a burrito than a human. He mumbled a thank you as he shuffled past Megumi to his bedroom.

Megumi smiled to himself as he turned off the lights in the living room. The day they had moved in together Megumi had set up these small battery powered lights all over the apartment that acted as nightlights for Yuji. They came on automatically when it was dark so you could essentially forget they were there. When Yuji first saw them, he had hugged Megumi so hard he was pretty sure he had cracked a rib, but it was worth it.

He turned off the hallway light and made his way towards his bedroom. He stopped outside of Yuji’s room, the door wide open as always. Yuji was already asleep again, his feet the only thing visible from the blanket he was cocooned in. Megumi shook his head and crossed the hall to his own room. He also left his door open, a habit he had developed since living with Yuji. When he lived with his parents, Megumi’s door was always closed, despite how often Gojo would walk by, swing it open, and keep walking. But he found that when he lived with Yuji, he liked having his door open. Liked to be able to hear whatever Yuji was doing or see him walk by, which always resulted in him entering.

Megumi got under his covers and laid staring at the ceiling. His heart hurt today, heavy from words unsaid. It was getting harder to hold back, to pretend that he was happy as friends. He couldn’t deny that he was close with Yuji, they were best friends, but would they work as more than that?

He closed his eyes. It wasn’t worth worrying about right now. He rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head. He could endure this. He would be fine. In a few years they would both graduate and Yuji would meet some tall girl with a big ass, and they would move in together and get married and Megumi would be just fine.

Surely.

Yuji woke up slowly, barely blinking his eyes open before immediately shutting them. It was too bright for how early it felt. He rolled over and reached for his phone, but all he succeeded in doing was knocking it to the floor. He shoved his face into his pillow and groaned before sitting up. He untangled himself from his blanket and snatched his phone.

How could it be so bright at 5am in December? He set his phone back down on his bedside table and pulled his curtains back from the window. His eyes widened when all he saw was white. It was snowing. No, snowing was putting it mildly. It was more like a blizzard. Everything already had several inches of snow covering it, and it was showing no signs of stopping. There was no one outside, no cars on the road aside from plow trucks. It was like the city had stopped. It was just like their first winter here.

They were snowed in.

Yuji couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across his face. He sprinted across the hall, throwing his entire body onto a still sleeping Megumi.

“Oof! What the fuck, Yuji?!” Megumi growled.

“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” Yuji squealed.

Megumi pulled the blanket down from his face, his signature scowl greeting Yuji. “It’s winter. It snows all the time.”

Yuji giggled. “No, no it’s like really snowing! I think we’re snowed in again!”

Megumi threw the blanket back over his head. “Then I can go back to sleep,” was his muffled response.

Yuji pulled the blanket back again. “No way! Come on we have to get up!” Yuji started bouncing, which in turn bounced Megumi.

Megumi kept his eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around Yuji and turned them both onto their sides. “It’s too fucking early for your goddamn golden retriever energy. Go to sleep,” he mumbled.

Yuji opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. If Megumi opened his eyes, he would see how close their faces were. Yuji wouldn’t have to move far for their lips to connect. If he just tilted his head a little, they would finally kiss. Instead, he did the more rational but undoubtedly creepy thing and stared at Megumi’s lips, his eyelashes, his nose.

Megumi really was beautiful, like something out of a painting. He was tall and lean, his skin made even more pale by his pitch-black hair. Yuji knew that if he sucked a mark onto Megumi’s porcelain skin it would be there for days.

Megumi opened his eyes, tightening his arms around Yuji once he saw how close they were. Their eyes met, soft brown meeting dark blue, and it sent a small shiver through Yuji.

“Are you cold?” Megumi whispered, misunderstanding the cause of the shiver.

Yuji wasn’t cold, he usually ran hot, but he found himself nodding.

“Get in,” Megumi stated, releasing his hold on Yuji.

Yuji did as he was told, climbing under Megumi’s blankets. But now what? He laid there, unsure of how to get back into Megumi’s arms without making it weird.

As if answering every prayer Yuji ever had, Megumi spoke. “Come here,” he breathed.

Yuji turned his head, their eyes meeting once more, as Megumi held his arms open. Yuji wasted no time scooting closer and was immediately enveloped back in Megumi’s warmth. He knew if he looked up at Megumi now, he would kiss him. So, instead, he buried his face in the crook of Megumi’s neck, hiding his blush.

Megumi positioned the blanket around them, wrapping his arms tight around Yuji. He tangled their legs together, bringing them impossibly closer. Which meant their hips were touching. And Yuji was suddenly sure that Megumi was hard.

Okay, okay, no need to panic. It’s the morning, and Megumi is a guy, and surely this is just biology working overtime.

Yuji told himself to stay still, he didn’t want to embarrass Megumi, but he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping an arm around Megumi’s back.

“Feeling warmer now?” Megumi questioned.

And, fuck, Megumi’s mouth was right by Yuji’s ear. He had practically whispered it into his ear, the breath causing Yuji’s face to heat up even more. Stupid, sexy Megumi. Did he do that on purpose? If so, two could play at this game. Yuji tiled his head a little more, his lips ghosting over Megumi’s neck.

“Yeah, I’m warm now,” he breathed, his lips brushing Megumi’s skin.

He heard Megumi’s breath hitch, the only sign he had been affected. Yuji couldn’t stop his grin, sure that Megumi could feel that too. He took a deep inhale of Megumi’s scent, taking full advantage of their proximity. His exhale had goosebumps forming on Megumi’s skin. Yuji was really pushing the boundaries now, but he found it impossible to stop once he started.

“Are you comfortable?” Megumi asked, his lips actually touching Yuji’s ear this time. The reaction was immediate and involuntary. Yuji’s toes curled, causing his legs to clench around Megumi’s, his hand on Megumi’s back gripped his shirt and his back slightly arched.

Oh. Yuji had a thing about his ear. Huh. He hadn’t known that about himself. Now Megumi wasn’t the only one that was hard. Great.

“Y-yeah,” Yuji forced out. “I’m comfortable.” He hoped that Megumi caught onto his double meaning. Yuji was more than comfortable with what they were doing. He was always comfortable with Megumi; always needing him closer.

Megumi must have understood because he brought one of his hands to Yuji’s lower back and pulled him closer. There was no hiding it now, not with their dicks pressed together. Yuji whimpered at the friction, and it was like it was all Megumi needed to hear. Megumi held Yuji to him and gave a roll of his hips. The movement had Yuji’s skin tingling.

His body seemed to have a mind of its own as Yuji gave a tentative roll of his hips back. He whimpered against Megumi’s neck again. The friction was amazing, but he needed more. Megumi, forever attuned to Yuji’s every need, brought a hand between them. Megumi palmed at Yuji’s length through his pants, and it was like Yuji was on fire.

He squeezed his arm around Megumi tighter as a shudder ran through his body. He let a soft moan escape his lips at the feeling of Megumi’s hand on him. Megumi applied a little more pressure as he turned his face and placed a kiss to Yuji’s ear.

“Ahh!” Yuji couldn’t stop the sound. What the fuck was happening?! He was too nervous to pull his face out from its hiding place. Too nervous to see the expression on Megumi’s face. He had never done anything like this with someone before and he had sure as fuck never done this with Megumi.

Megumi didn’t seem to mind Yuji being shy as he continued to tease him. Megumi reached inside Yuji’s pants, gripping his cock and causing Yuji to buck his hips. Megumi’s hand was cold, but it didn’t even matter.

“So sensitive,” Megumi murmured in Yuji’s ear. Yuji didn’t have a chance to respond as Megumi started slowly pumping him.

“Fuck,” Yuji whispered.

Megumi picked up his pace, pumping Yuji’s cock faster. Yuji was openly moaning now, clinging to Megumi like a lifeline. It felt a thousand times better than when he did this to himself. He had a feeling he could become addicted to the feeling of Megumi’s hands on him. His hand felt warm now, heated from Yuji’s own body temperature. Something about that thought had Yuji’s back arching.

He was so embarrassingly close already, too overwhelmed by Megumi’s touch and scent and skin. “W-wait, Megs, please,” Yuji pleaded.

Megumi stilled his hand and removed it like he was being burned. It was like he had been under a spell, and it had been violently broken.

“Shit, Yuji, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What the fuck am I doing?” Megumi muttered, trying to remove himself from Yuji completely.

Yuji panicked, immediately gripping Megumi’s arm to keep him from leaving. He pulled his face from the crook of Megumi’s neck and met Megumi’s fear filled eyes. He looked like a caged animal, scared and skittish. Why was he suddenly being like this? Had Yuji done something wrong?

“Don’t be sorry,” was all Yuji could think to say. He was still panting, his cheeks flushed. He hoped his eyes were conveying his need. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted more, he wanted everything. There was no way in hell he could go back now that this had started, whatever the fuck this was. “Don’t be sorry,” Yuji repeated.

Megumi was still on edge, his eyes frantically scanning Yuji’s face. If he was looking for any sign of regret or disgust, he wasn’t going to find any. Yuji gave a small smile, softening his eyes. “I liked it,” Yuji admitted, his blush deepening, but he refused to drop Megumi’s gaze.

Megumi’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and he wasn’t trying to pull away anymore. But even still, he looked wary. Did he think he had crossed a line or something? How could Yuji convince him that this was okay? That it was more than okay? That it was something Yuji had spent countless nights thinking and dreaming about?

Slowly, so slowly, Yuji pulled on Megumi’s arm. Megumi let himself be pulled, bringing their bodies close again. Yuji placed Megumi’s arm around him once more and brought his hand to cup Megumi’s face. Megumi didn’t flinch away from his touch, and Yuji breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuji rubbed him thumb against Megumi’s cheek; a gesture he hoped was soothing. He watched as Megumi’s eyes closed and he nuzzled into Yuji’s hand. Megumi’s breathing was shaky, clearly overwhelmed, but he wasn’t denying Yuji’s touch. Yuji counted this as a good sign.

Progress.

Yuji stared at Megumi’s lips. They were lightly trembling. Yuji wanted to kiss him, needed it the same way he needed air to breathe. But he needed Megumi’s eyes to be open. He needed to give him the chance to pull away.

“Megumi,” he whispered.

Megumi cracked his eyes open. They were hooded and hazy, the fear gone. Megumi had never looked at him like that. He felt his neglected cock twitch with interest.

Yuji brought his hand to the back of Megumi’s head. He gave a scratch to Megumi’s scalp, watching a shiver run through him. Gently, he started pulling Megumi’s face closer. The movement was slow, calculated. Megumi could stop him at any point, but he wasn’t.

Megumi let out a hum of contentment as their lips connected. It was a soft press of lips, a quick kiss, before Megumi pulled back just enough to scan Yuji’s face once more. Yuji whined at the loss of contact, his eyes pleading. Before he could give words to his displeasure, Megumi was bringing their lips back together.

Yuji quickly melted into the kiss. Megumi’s lips felt softer and tasted sweeter than he could have ever imagined. His wildest fantasy could have never prepared him for how perfect their lips felt together.

Megumi squeezed Yuji tight to his chest, his lips moving slowly against Yuji’s. The kiss was languid, unhurried, neither of them wanting to rush. Yuji tilted his head to the side, slotting their lips together at a better angle. He continued lazily scratching at Megumi’s scalp, enjoying the way it made Megumi shake.

Megumi let his hands wander, slipping one inside Yuji’s shirt and running it along his back. Yuji gasped at the sudden skin on skin contact, and Megumi took the opportunity to suck on his bottom lip. Yuji moaned, his hand tightening in Megumi’s hair. Megumi groaned against Yuji’s lips, and Yuji felt his last bit of restraint shatter.

Yuji lowered his hand, pressing it against Megumi’s still hard cock and swallowing the resulting moan. He tried to mimic what Megumi had done, gripping the length through the fabric and pumping. Megumi broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Yuji’s as he reached down and freed Yuji’s cock from his pants.

Yuji hissed as Megumi squeezed, collecting the precum and smearing it over Yuji’s head. Fuck it felt so good already, but Yuji wanted them to do this together. Yuji reached into Megumi’s pants and froze.

Megumi was… fucking huge. What the fuck?! How had Yuji never noticed?

Megumi felt Yuji tense and stilled his own hand, but did not remove it. Megumi pulled back, trying to meet Yuji’s eyes, but they were looking down. He followed his line of sight and found Yuji staring at his hand where it disappeared into Megumi’s pants.

“What’s wrong?” Megumi questioned, his tone soft.

Yuji snapped out of his daze, lifting his head to meet Megumi’s gaze. “N-nothing,” he said a little too fast, his cheeks flushed.

Megumi smirked, and it was nothing short of predatory. “You’re lying, Yuji,” he teased, kissing the corner of Yuji’s mouth. “Go ahead. Take it out.”

Yuji whined but did as he was told. He tried to keep his eyes locked with Megumi, but he was too curious. He looked down as he pulled Megumi’s cock from his pants and gaped. “I…” he trailed off.

Megumi started pumping Yuji again, causing him to close his eyes and groan. “You, what?” Megumi asked.

Yuji bucked his hips; he was so hard now it was starting to hurt. “I d-don’t know what to do with that f-fucking thing,” Yuji managed to say.

Megumi removed his hand, and Yuji snapped his eyes open. He tried to glare at Megumi, but he had a feeling it came off more as desperation. “Let me help you then,” Megumi purred.

Yuji looked down and watched as Megumi brought their cocks together and wrapped his hands around them both. He squeezed, gathering their combined pre-cum and spreading it over their lengths. At the first pump, Yuji let his forehead fall to Megumi’s shoulder, a loud moan escaping him.

Yuji brought his free hand back to Megumi’s hair, gripping hard. Megumi seemed to like the pain, canting his hips forward. Megumi was pumping fast, working them both and causing Yuji’s head to spin.

“Fuck, fuck, Megs. I’m not gonna last,” Yuji warned. He had been on the edge since this whole thing began. He needed to cum.

“I’ve got you, Yuji. Just let go,” Megumi breathed, placing kisses along Yuji’s neck. They were both panting now and Yuji could barely handle the sound of Megumi coming undone.

Yuji pulled his head back, connecting their lips in a frantic kiss. It was messy, heated, and Yuji needed more. He licked at Megumi’s lips, demanding access. As he always did, Megumi granted Yuji exactly what he wished. Megumi’s lips parted, and Yuji wasted no time in exploring. He slid his tongue in, tanging it with Megumi’s own. Yuji moaned at the taste of Megumi, forever sweeter than he expected. The first touch of their tongues had his toes curling, the heat in his stomach coiling even tighter.

Megumi continued pumping their cocks, his movements getting sloppy as they both climbed towards their release. Megumi broke the kiss, nipping at Yuji’s bottom lip and earning another moan. He trailed kisses along Yuji’s cheek to his ear, nibbling on the lobe before whispering, “Cum for me, baby.”

And how could Yuji ever refuse that?

He threw his head back as his orgasm crashed through him. “Hah, fuck!” he screamed. He was only vaguely aware of the feeling of Megumi kissing his throat as his whole body trembled. Yuji had never cum so hard in his life.

Megumi continued pumping their lengths, working Yuji through his orgasm. “God, Yuji that was so hot,” Megumi said between kisses. He brought his lips back to Yuji’s, kissing lazily. Yuji was panting, only barely able to kiss back as he slowly came down from his high. His cock was softening, but Megumi was still going. Yuji couldn’t tell if it felt good or painful. His skin felt like it was on fire.

“Megs,” Yuji panted, breaking the kiss. “Please.” Yuji wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but it didn’t matter. Their eyes met and suddenly Megumi was cumming, his release painting his hands and Yuji’s shirt.

Megumi shook violently as he came, his quaking turning to trembles as he felt his head stop spinning. His hand slowly stilled, his orgasm leaving him utterly wrecked. Yuji immediately brought their lips back together. They were both out of breath, but neither of them pulled back. The feel of their lips enough to keep them grounded.

Yuji felt like a floodgate had been opened and Megumi would be lucky if Yuji ever gave his lips a moment of peace again. The thought of sneak attacking Megumi with kisses throughout his day had Yuji chuckling. The image of popping out from behind a corner and tackling a very startled Megumi now fresh in his mind. Before he could stop it, his chuckling increased to full blown laughter against Megumi’s lips.

Megumi pulled back; his brow furrowed. “And just what is so funny right now?”

Yuji tried to answer, but he was caught in a sudden giggle fest. “I… ha, I just can’t,” he burst into another fit of laughter. Megumi just stared at him, waiting, a small smile on his lips.

“I love your laugh,” Megumi said.

Yuji’s laughter abruptly ended as he gawked at Megumi. “You… you do?”

Megumi simply nodded, placing a final kiss to Yuji’s lips before standing from the bed. “Let’s go shower since I assume you aren’t going to let me go back to sleep?”

Yuji grinned. “You assume correctly!” He hopped out of bed, following Megumi to their bathroom. Megumi washed his hands in the sink as Yuji turned the shower on. It wasn’t until he turned to remove his shirt that Yuji realized what they were doing. They were going to shower together. Naked. He was going to see Megumi naked. He had seen Megumi shirtless before, sure. But naked?!

Yuji practically tore his clothes off, turning to face Megumi who had already undressed. They stood there, their eyes roaming over the other’s freshly bare skin. It wasn’t until their gazes met that they both stepped forward. They met in the middle, lips crashing together.

The kiss was instantly heated, Megumi plunging his tongue in Yuji’s mouth to lick over every inch. Yuji wrapped his arms around Megumi’s neck, teasing Megumi’s tongue with his own. Megumi’s hands roamed Yuji’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Yuji was letting soft moans slip through that were eagerly swallowed by Megumi. He could feel their dicks getting hard again between them as the room filled with steam.

Megumi broke the kiss first, leaning his forehead against Yuji’s as they tried to catch their breath. “I actually meant to just shower,” Megumi breathed. He placed a kiss to Yuji’s forehead that gave him butterflies.

“Mmm, but just a shower sounds so boring,” Yuji whined, rubbing their noses together.

Megumi chuckled, lowering his hands to cup Yuji’s ass. Yuji squeaked, arching into the contact. “You are going to be the death of me, Yuji Itadori,” he whispered as he kissed along Yuji’s neck down to his shoulder. “I’m not fucking you in the shower.”

Megumi pulled back, breaking all points of contact. Yuji’s eyes flew open, an offended look on his face, but Megumi was already stepping into the shower.

“Fine, I didn’t want to fuck you anyway,” Yuji muttered.

“Liar,” Megumi called from behind the curtain.

Yuji gasped, pulling back the curtain to find a very smug Megumi standing under the hot water. “Jerk,” Yuji pouted, stepping into the shower.

Megumi wrapped Yuji in his arms, pulling him close. “Aww, don’t be like that, baby. I want to fuck you. I just don’t want to do it in the shower. You can wait, can’t you?”

Yuji looked into Megumi’s eyes, finding them glossy and honest. Megumi brought a hand to Yuji’s chin, rubbing his thumb over Yuji’s bottom lip. “I can wait,” Yuji murmured.

“Good boy,” Megumi whispered, placing a quick kiss on Yuji’s lips before stepping back and releasing him.

Yuji felt his face flush at the words. “Well, that certainly isn’t going to help,” he grumbled as he grabbed his shampoo. He heard Megumi chuckle behind him.

Yuji had finished showering first. He kissed Megumi before getting out to go start coffee. Yuji didn’t drink coffee.

But Megumi did.

Megumi took a few extra minutes to just stand under the warm water. He tried to wrap his head around his morning, but it was proving to be difficult. All these years he had been hiding his feelings from Yuji and one random snowy morning was all it took for their whole relationship to change. Could it have always been so easy? Could they have gotten here sooner?

Megumi shook his head. It didn’t matter when it happened. All that mattered was that they were here now, and he was never going to let Yuji go. He could already feel his need to protect Yuji morphing into something more intense. He worried for half a second that it might scare Yuji, but he dashed those thoughts as quickly as they had come. Yuji knew Megumi, maybe more than Megumi knew himself. Yuji would accept every version of him, he knew this.

It was impossible to deny that they had slipped into this new relationship effortlessly. As if the love had been sitting there in the corner, watching them, waiting for them to be one. And now that they were? It felt as easy as breathing. It was like an impossible weight had been lifted from Megumi’s heart.

He turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and drying off. He could smell the scent of coffee filling their apartment and smiled to himself. He made his way to his bedroom and quickly dressed, the desire to go find Yuji becoming an all-consuming need.

Megumi entered their kitchen and found Yuji adding more water to the pour over. Megumi had taught Yuji how to use it when he had insisted that he wanted to be of some help in the kitchen. Megumi stepped up behind Yuji and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. Yuji giggled as Megumi nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. Yuji placed his hands over Megumi’s arms, holding them in place.

Yuji tilted his head back, resting it on Megumi’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. They stood there, holding each other, listening to the sounds of the coffee dripping. Megumi inhaled, greedily taking in Yuji’s mint and honey smell.

“I love your scent,” Megumi mumbled against Yuji’s skin.

Yuji huffed a laugh. “Wow, two compliments in one morning. You’re so generous after you cum.”

Megumi nipped at Yuji’s shoulder, earning another beautiful laugh. Megumi gave a final squeeze before dropping his arms and turning to the fridge. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked as he scanned the contents.

He heard Yuji pour more water into the coffee, the dripping sound resuming. “Dealer’s choice. I’m told beggars can’t be choosers,” Yuji teased. Megumi has said that sentence to Yuji exactly one time two years ago, but Yuji had never forgotten it. Forever a brat. Megumi grinned to himself.

“That’s true,” he agreed, pulling out several different ingredients for omelets.

“Hey!” Yuji pouted. “You’re supposed to say, ‘oh, Yuji, my dearest love, I will make whatever your heart desires.’”

Megumi set everything onto the counter and turned to Yuji, crowding him against the counter. Yuji looked surprised, flustered. Good. Megumi brought his hand to Yuji’s chin, tilting his head so their eyes met. “Oh, Yuji, my dearest love, I will make whatever your heart desires,” he purred. He placed a kiss to Yuji’s lips and pulled back. “Better?”

He watched as the cutest dusting of pink crossed Yuji’s cheeks. “Y-yeah,” Yuji croaked. “That’s better.”

“Good,” Megumi simply said, turning back to his task. “And since omelets are always what your heart desires, I think it should all work out.”

Yuji chuckled, grabbing Megumi’s favorite mug from the cupboard and filling it with coffee. Megumi felt Yuji come up behind him and set the mug down next to the cutting board. Yuji kissed his cheek and quickly shuffled away; his face bright red. Megumi grinned to himself. He could get used to this.

They ate their breakfast as Yuji rambled on about nothing in particular. Megumi nodded when it was appropriate, feeding Yuji bites of his own breakfast that he couldn’t finish.

When they were done, Yuji cleaned the kitchen and refused any help Megumi tried to offer. Going as far as standing in the entryway with his arms up, blocking Megumi’s access. Megumi eventually admitted defeat and sat on the couch with the novel he was in the middle of. It was a recommendation from Nobara, so Megumi hadn’t had high hopes, but it ended up sucking him in. The main character was just arriving at the island of witches when Yuji suddenly deposited himself in Megumi’s lap.

Megumi lowered his book, peering over it at Yuji. He was met with caramel-colored eyes that looked a little too innocent for the Yuji that Megumi knew. Megumi laid the open book next to him on the couch and placed his hands on Yuji’s thighs, which were currently bracketing his own. Yuji, with the book now out of his way, placed his hands on Megumi’s chest.

“What are you plotting?” Megumi asked.

Yuji shrugged. “Who says I’m plotting anything?” Megumi didn’t miss how Yuji opened his legs further, allowing his hips to sit flush with Megumi’s.

“Your face says otherwise,” Megumi argued, but he moved his hands to Yuji’s hips all the same.

Yuji cocked his head to the side, playing as coy as possible. “What does it say?” Yuji wrapped his arms around Megumi’s neck, one hand scratching at this hair.

Megumi took a deep breath, doing his best to ignore how fucking good that hand felt in his hair. “It says you’re full of shit.” Yuji wiggled his hips under the guise of getting more comfortable, but Megumi didn’t buy it. Yuji Itadori was definitely fishing for something. Megumi tightened his grip on Yuji’s hips, stilling his movements.

Yuji visibly pouted before letting his mask of innocence fall back into place. “I just wanted to be close to you, is that so wrong?” Yuji fluttered his eyelashes, giving his best puppy dog eyes that he knew damn well Megumi was weak to.

Oh, he’s playing dirty. Fine.  

Megumi brought his hands to Yuji’s ass, squeezing hard. Yuji’s breath hitched, his ears and cheeks turning pink. “No, baby, you can be close to your boyfriend.”

Yuji’s eyebrows flew into his hair, his eyes blown wide. Ahh, so the act was finally over. Yuji’s mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. Megumi was thoroughly enjoying this.

“Unless” Megumi teased “you don’t want me to be your boyfriend.”

“N-no! I didn’t say that!” Yuji panicked, placing his hands on Megumi’s face. “You’re my boyfriend, okay?” Yuji actually looked a little worried. Megumi almost felt bad for teasing him. Almost.

Megumi raised his hands, covering Yuji’s with his own. “Are you my boyfriend?”

Yuji nodded frantically. “Yes! Or, well…I am, right?”

Megumi smiled. “Yeah, Yuji. We’re dating now, okay? Stop freaking out.”

The smile that Yuji graced him with was nothing short of blinding. “Good!” he yelled before bringing their lips together.

Megumi allowed the kiss for a few moments, but he pulled back when Yuji tried to deepen it. Yuji whined, chasing Megumi’s lips. Megumi placed his hands on Yuji’s shoulders, gently stopping him. “Did you forget what you’re supposed to be doing this weekend?” Megumi asked.

Yuji’s brows furrowed; a sure sign he had no idea what Megumi was talking about. “I don’t have any plans,” Yuji stated, gripping Megumi’s wrists and trying to remove his hands.

“No? So, you don’t have a midterm paper to write?” Megumi asked, his hands not budging.

Yuji stopped his squirming, a look of horror on his face. “No…” he tried.

Megumi gave his best unimpressed look, saying nothing.

“Oh, come on, Megs!” Yuji cried. “I don’t want to deal with that today!”

“Okay,” Megumi shrugged. “That’s fine. But I’m not kissing you then.”

“….What?”

“I’m not kissing you until you work on your paper,” Megumi calmly stated.

Yuji gave a rather dramatic gasp at that. “What?!” He started pushing on Megumi’s hands again, trying to get closer.

Megumi chuckled. “Yuji, the sooner you start it, the sooner we can go back to the bedroom.”

Yuji stilled again, his eyes sparkling. “The bedroom? Really?”

Megumi nodded. “Yeah, you can do whatever you want to me.” He dropped his hands from Yuji’s shoulders, wrapping them around Yuji’s waist and pulling him close. Yuji’s back arched, his hands falling back to Megumi’s chest, their noses almost touching. “Or maybe I’ll do whatever I want to you.”

“Oh,” Yuji breathed. “You promise?”

Megumi brushed his lips against Yuji’s before whispering, “I promise, baby.” Yuji whimpered and Megumi knew if they didn’t part soon then he would say fuck Yuji’s paper and devour him right here and now. Megumi stood, taking Yuji with him. Yuji squeaked, quickly wrapping his limbs around Megumi.

“I-I’m too heavy for this!” Yuji screeched against Megumi’s neck.

“Really? I think you feel just right.”

Megumi carried Yuji to his bedroom and set him in his desk chair. “Work,” he said before turning around and going back to the living room. He heard Yuji grumble something, but he also heard his laptop turn on.

With Yuji preoccupied, Megumi laid back down on the couch with his book. He sighed.

He already missed Yuji.

Four hours into working on this stupid kinesiology paper and Yuji was on the verge of dropping out of school altogether. All he wanted to do was curl up with Megumi and suck on his tongue but nooo. He was irritated, but he had to admit that he had made good progress on his paper.

Around lunch time, Megumi quietly walked into Yuji’s room and set a sandwich down on his desk. Megumi had turned to leave without a word, but Yuji grabbed his wrist and had pinned him against the wall for a rather heated impromptu make out session. Megumi had allowed it, holding Yuji tight against him until they both needed air.

Panting, Megumi had the audacity to look even sexier than the last time Yuji had seen him. Was this what happened when people started dating? Was it just one pathetically lovesick and horny thought one after another? They had only been apart a few hours, and Megumi was only one room away, but Yuji had missed him desperately.

Yuji leaned forward, trying to connect their lips again, before Megumi covered his mouth with his hand. Yuji smooshed Megumi’s hand between their faces, a scowl on his face as he looked into Megumi’s eyes.

“How many pages do you have?” Megumi asked, his question muffled by his own hand.

With his mouth covered, Yuji raised his hands and held up six fingers.

“And how many do you need?” Megumi lowered his hand, but Yuji didn’t move away.

“Ten,” Yuji said, kissing Megumi’s neck. Megumi groaned, his hand flexing from its place on Yuji’s hip. Yuji sucked on Megumi’s pulse point, delighted when Megumi threaded his fingers through Yuji’s hair, holding him in place.

Megumi was breathing heavy; his neck must be sensitive. Yuji grazed his teeth over the abused skin, delighted when Megumi’s hand tightened in his hair. Yuji pulled back, admiring the red mark as he gently blew air over the wet skin. The goosebumps formed, and Yuji had never felt smugger at the look of pure want on Megumi’s face.

Megumi’s thigh had made its way in between Yuji’s legs, intentionally nudging Yuji’s cock that he had suspected was hard. Yuji found himself grinding his hips down, gasping at the friction. Megumi watched as Yuji used his leg for his own benefit, a sick sense of pride filling him. All they had done was kiss, but Yuji was already so needy. Megumi wasn’t really one to talk though, his own cock hard and straining against his pants.

But he couldn’t care less about his own needs when a panting Yuji was grinding against him, eyes closed as he chased his release. Megumi leaned forward, capturing Yuji’s lips. Yuji was letting the smallest, sweetest moans fill the room and they were starting to drive Megumi insane. He bit at Yuji’s lower lip, letting it go with a snap as he snuck his tongue into Yuji’s mouth.

Yuji opened for him, like the good boy he was, letting Megumi explore. Yuji had a death grip on Megumi’s shoulders, one hand fisted in his shirt as Megumi invaded his mouth. The kiss felt like a claiming, like every spot Megumi licked was no longer Yuji’s, but his. Yuji’s head was full of static as his hips continued rocking. He could be embarrassed about using Megumi’s leg like his own personal sex toy later. For now, all he could think about was Megumi, Megumi, Megumi.

Megumi felt Yuji’s legs wobble. He was getting close. Megumi lowered his hands, gripping Yuji’s ass and helping him move. Megumi broke the kiss, instead sucking on any of Yuji’s golden skin that he could reach.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going. You’re doing so good, Yuji,” Megumi praised. Yuji whimpered, bringing his arms to wrap around Megumi’s neck, giving himself more support as he felt his legs shaking. Megumi met Yuji’s movements, pulling Yuji’s hips forward just as he pressed his leg up.

At this point, Megumi was doing most of the work, which only made Yuji’s skin feel hotter. Megumi was enjoying this, he was enjoying Yuji using him like this. Yuji’s head was going to fucking explode. He could feel himself creeping towards the edge, his body tingling as he fucked against Megumi. One particularly rough thrust from Megumi and Yuji was tumbling over the edge, his mouth open in a silent scream.

Yuji’s legs fully gave out as he came, but Megumi was quick to hold him in place. Megumi hugged Yuji to his body as he shook from his release. It wasn’t until Yuji came back down to Earth that he felt how hard Megumi was. He lifted his head from Megumi’s shoulder, instantly finding Megumi’s lips.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Megumi murmured.

This kiss was sweet despite how painfully hard Megumi must be. Yuji tried to bring his hand between them, but Megumi grabbed his wrist. “It’s okay,” Megumi whispered.

“Let me help,” Yuji whined. He looked into Megumi’s eyes, beseeching. He really, really, really needed to see Megumi cum again. “Please.”

Megumi looked conflicted, the look of confusion and lust clashing on his face. Yuji could have almost laughed if he wasn’t feeling so dizzy with want himself. Yuji pulled back from Megumi, looking up at him as he slowly sank to his knees. Megumi’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“Please, Megumi,” Yuji pleaded, bringing his hands to the waistband of Megumi’s pants. “I want to make you feel good, too.” He knew if he didn’t get the weight of Megumi’s cock on his tongue in the next five minutes he was going to die.

Megumi watched him, not speaking, but also not stopping him. Yuji leaned forward, placing a kiss on Megumi’s cock through his pants. He heard Megumi suck in a sharp inhale, so he placed three more. He pulled back, looking up at Megumi through his lashes.

Megumi’s cheeks were pink, and Yuji thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. Keeping eye contact, Yuji lowered Megumi’s pants, snagging his boxers too. Megumi’s cock sprang free, drawing Yuji’s attention.

Oh. Right. Yuji may have forgotten that Megumi’s cock was fucking huge and now it was staring him in the face. Yuji gulped. Would it even fit in his mouth? The tip was flushed pink and glistening. Before he even knew he was doing it, Yuji stuck his tongue out and lapped at the precum forming there.

He heard a breathy, “Fuck,” escape Megumi and chanced a glance at him. Megumi’s eyes were squeezed shut; his mouth open. Yuji watched Megumi’s face twist as he gave another lick to the tip. Megumi, usually stoic and composed, was unraveling under Yuji’s tongue. The thought had Yuji feeling drunk.

Emboldened, Yuji took the head into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the length. He couldn’t help the moan that left him at the taste of Megumi. The vibration must have done something for Megumi because his hand was suddenly in Yuji’s hair. Yuji looked up and moaned again at the look Megumi gave him.

His eyes were lidded, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his brow furrowed and that beautiful shade of pink high on his cheeks. He looked fucking divine. And then he spoke, and it was like Yuji had ascended to another dimension.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this,” Megumi purred. Yuji’s eyes rolled back, and he sank deeper on Megumi’s cock. God, he tasted so fucking good. He bobbed on the little bit he had managed so far, slicking up the skin so he could take more. Megumi’s hand remained in his hair, the grip firm, but not commanding. Letting Yuji go at his own pace.

Yuji brought a hand to Megumi’s cock, pumping what his mouth had yet to reach. He heard Megumi half gasp half moan and fuck. He needed to hear that again. Yuji squeezed, pleased when more precum fell on his tongue. He started a back and forth with his hand and mouth that had Megumi canting his hips off the wall.

Megumi started gently fucking into Yuji’s fist as Yuji let his mouth sink further. He felt Megumi hit the back of his throat and still. He held Yuji there for one, two, three seconds before slowly pulling out to the tip. Yuji opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out as Megumi’s tip rested there.

Yuji waited. It was an invitation.

Their eyes met, and Megumi brought both his hands to Yuji’s face. Yuji placed his own hands on Megumi’s thighs, applying no real pressure.

Yuji waited.

Megumi gave a tentative roll of his hips forward, watching as he slowly hit the back of Yuji’s throat again. He held the position like before, staring intently at every emotion that crossed Yuji’s face. Yuji swallowed and Megumi cursed under his breath.

They continued like this for a minute. Megumi slowly fucking in and out of Yuji’s mouth. Holding him flush against his pelvis every so often. Yuji let himself be lead, allowed Megumi to take what he wanted, just as he had done earlier. Yuji felt his spent cock twitch at being used by Megumi for pleasure.

Megumi picked up his pace, thrusts becoming shallower as his speed increased. He was panting now, soft moans falling from his lips and ghosting over Yuji’s skin. Yuji let his hands fall from Megumi’s thighs, giving him complete control. They laid open and lax on his own lap now.

He felt tears run down his cheeks, his perfect vision of Megumi blurring. His lips felt numb, sure that he was drooling, but he couldn’t even care. Not when Megumi was saying such filthy things.

“Look at you, baby. Crying so pretty for me. Fuck I could just eat you up. Such a good boy, taking everything I give you. Wanna cum in your mouth, baby. Please.”

Megumi pulled Yuji forward, his nose hitting Megumi’s pelvis. Yuji tried to nod as much as he could in this position; and Megumi must have understood because he was fucking into Yuji’s mouth again.

Yuji closed his eyes, letting Megumi frantically chase his release. His movements were uncoordinated, his need to cum now urgent. Megumi was babbling above him, raining down curses and praises alike.

“Fuck, baby. So close. Fuck Yuji. So fucking beautiful. Hah ahh! Mmm, shit. Your sweet little mouth.”

Yuji didn’t know how much more he could take, his head swimming and his mouth raw. Thankfully, one more brutal thrust was all it took for Megumi to cum. He screamed, filling Yuji’s mouth and throat. Yuji happily swallowed everything, his face red and covered in tears.

Megumi gently pulled him off and pulled his pants back up. He put his hands under Yuji’s arms and lifted him to his feet. Megumi gently brushed at Yuji’s tears, his cold hands feeling good on Yuji’s flushed skin.

Yuji sniffled; he must look like a fucking mess. All snot and tears and drool. But the way Megumi was looking at him, like he was the only person in the universe, had him bringing their lips together.

It was just a peck, then one more. Two more. He pulled back, still sniffling, but feeling calmer. Megumi placed a soft kiss over each eye, then both cheeks. Covering every inch until Yuji giggled.

Megumi pulled back, still cupping Yuji’s face. “Are you okay?” Megumi asked.

Yuji gave an affirmative hum as he nodded, closing his eyes and leaning into Megumi’s touch. “I liked that.” God, his voice sounded wrecked. “Can we take a nap now?”

He heard Megumi laugh; the sound so rare, so wonderful. “You’re the one who wanted to get up at dawn.”

“Semantics,” Yuji mumbled, shrugging.

Megumi gave a final kiss to Yuji’s cheek, dropping his hands back to his sides. “Eat your lunch and we can nap.”

Yuji’s eyes snapped open. The sandwich! He was suddenly starving. He practically ran the two feet to his desk, snatching the sandwich and knocking into his chair. He hopped on one foot while he ate, his foot throbbing from the painful collision with his chair. By the time Megumi finished pulling the curtains closed, Yuji was already done eating.

Megumi shook his head, crawling onto Yuji’s bed and laying on top of the blankets. Yuji quickly changed out of his wet boxers, throwing on a new pair and forgoing his pants as he climbed into bed with Megumi. Megumi curled himself around Yuji, feeling snug and warm. Megumi didn’t normally nap, but two orgasms in a few hours was apparently enough to wear him out. He nuzzled his face into Yuji’s hair, taking a greedy lung full of mint and honey before slipping off to sleep.

Yuji woke up a few hours later, confused at the weight on his body. He blinked his eyes open, finding his room dark save for the light from the three nightlights Megumi had placed in here when they moved in.

He smiled, remembering how relieved he had felt that Megumi hadn’t judged him for his fear. It was an irrational fear, after all. One that Yuji hated but could do little about. He had been to therapy. He had tried anxiety medications. Neither had hurt, therapy had even been amazing, but the fear remained. He knew it was an unrealistic expectation. To think it would simply disappear.

But Yuji loathed it. Hated feeling weak to something he could barely control his reaction to. Hated feeling like he was still five years old and hiding in his parent’s closet. Hated the panic attacks and the tears and the nightmares.

Even still, he could honestly say that it had improved over the years. He knew what the fear stemmed from, and he had coping mechanisms for when it got to be too much.

And he had Megumi.

He looked down and, speak of the devil, found a sleeping Megumi using his chest as a pillow. Yuji couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Sleeping Megumi was one of his personal favorites. His severe face, usually set in a permanent scowl, was now soft. His features smoothed out and relaxed.

He brought his hand to Megumi’s cheek, gently caressing the soft skin. Megumi, forever a light sleeper, stirred at the contact. He slowly opened his eyes, seemingly glaring at nothing. Yuji and Megumi had shared a bed many times, but Megumi almost always woke before Yuji. Making the sight of a waking up Megumi a rare find. Yuji stayed perfectly still, watching Megumi’s brain catch up to his surroundings.

Megumi made a sleepy grumble of sorts, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again. He turned his head just slightly, his nose now pressed against Yuji’s shirt. Yuji couldn’t help but smile wider as Megumi took a deep inhale, his eyes closing again. A pleased sigh escaped Megumi.

Suddenly Megumi’s eyes flew open, realizing who he was laying on. He lifted his head and was met with Yuji’s amused expression. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Yuji brought his hand back to Megumi’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over the warm skin.

“Hi,” Yuji whispered.

Megumi leaned into Yuji’s touch, his eyes softening. “Hi.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmm, yeah. What time is it?”

Yuji turned to look at his bedside table, remembering that his phone is on his desk across the room. He groaned. “I have no idea, but it’s dark so we must have slept for a long time.”

Megumi raised himself onto one elbow, placing a hand on Yuji’s chest as he looked around the room. Yuji watched as Megumi’s eyes went from one nightlight to the next, then back to him.

“How did you sleep?” Megumi asked, his tone soft. Yuji preened at the tone, knowing he was the only one that was ever on the receiving end of it.

Yuji nodded. “Good. No dreams.”

Yuji’s relationship with sleep was far from healthy. He had taken to napping during the daytime since he usually only ever got a few hours at night. He found that when he napped, he didn’t dream, which was preferred. Even if it wasn’t a nightmare, Yuji hated dreams. They were weird and confusing, and they always left him feeling like something was wrong.

Megumi gave him a knowing smile. “That’s good.” He leaned down, kissing Yuji once before peeling himself from the bed. He stood, stretching, and Yuji watched as his shirt rode up. He walked over to Yuji’s desk and tapped his phone. The screen lit up, partially blinding Megumi as he squinted at the time. “It’s only 4:30.”

“And yet it’s pitch dark outside. Oh, the joys of winter,” Yuji grumbled from his place on the bed.

Megumi snorted. “Yeah, yeah, it’s an evil, terrible season with a personal vendetta against you.”

“And don’t you just feel so bad for me?”

Megumi turned to the bed, finding a smiling, pleading Yuji’s eyes already on him. “Oh, yes. I feel overcome with guilt at your predicament.”

Yuji gave a sleepy giggle, the sound skittering along Megumi’s bones.  

Megumi walked back over to the bed, reaching his hands out. Yuji took them, letting Megumi pull him into a sitting position. Megumi stood between Yuji’s legs, carding his fingers through Yuji’s bed head. Yuji closed his eyes, leaning his head against Megumi’s stomach.

Yuji isn’t sure how long they stayed like that. Essentially just letting Megumi pet him. Eventually Yuji lifted his head, his eyes looking sleepy again from the soothing fingers tangled in his hair. Megumi offered his hands again and Yuji took them. With very little help from Yuji, he was pulled onto his feet to stand. He immediately leaned into Megumi, placing his hands against his chest as he rested his cheek on his shoulder.

Megumi huffed a laugh, bringing his hands to wrap around Yuji’s waist. He turned his head, placing a kiss to Yuji’s temple. Yuji sighed, content. Megumi absent mindedly ran a hand up and down Yuji’s spine, making Yuji melt further into him. They stayed like that until Yuji started to sway, falling asleep on his feet.

“Hey,” Megumi whispered. Yuji only gave a weak hum as his response. Megumi stopped rubbing Yuji’s back, bringing a hand to Yuji’s cheek. “Wake up, sleepy head.”

Yuji slowly lifted his head, his half open eyes meeting Megumi’s. “But I’m comfy,” he pouted.

Megumi smiled, a small thing. “Sorry.”

Yuji, unphased, pulled himself from Megumi. Megumi kept his arms hovering around Yuji, likely ensuring Yuji was awake enough to not fall over. Once Yuji seemed stable on his feet, Megumi stepped back. Yuji stretched his arms over his head, groaning at how stiff he felt.

Megumi left the room, and Yuji could hear him clicking on different lights throughout the apartment. Yuji smiled to himself; he really was so lucky.

Yuji turned on his bedroom light, returning to his desk. He was going to finish this stupid paper today if it was the last thing he did. He wanted zero distractions for the rest of the weekend.

Less than an hour later Megumi brought him a cup of peppermint tea. He set it down on the desk, kissing the top of Yuji’s head before leaving. It took every ounce of strength Yuji possessed, which was honestly a lot, to let Megumi go.

Another hour down and Yuji was closing his laptop; triumphant. He had never completed an assignment so quickly in his life. Turns out sex was the ultimate motivator.

He left his room, wandering down the hall to the kitchen. He could hear Megumi there, the sounds of chopping and sizzling guiding Yuji. At the sound of Yuji’s footsteps, Megumi turned. “All done?” he asked.

Yuji nodded, not stopping until he was in front of Megumi. He brought their lips together, humming when Megumi pulled him closer. Yuji had only meant it to be a small kiss, a hello, but he was quickly realizing he was a rather greedy human being. Once Megumi pulled Yuji to his chest, he was a goner.

Yuji sank into the kiss, tilting his head to give Megumi better access to his mouth. He slowly backed Megumi up until he was pressed against the fridge. Yuji was discovering all kinds of new things about himself today. Like that he was greedy. And that he liked trapping Megumi against him.

Megumi brought a hand to Yuji’s face, cupping his cheek and using his thumb to pry Yuji’s jaw open. Yuji opened easily, letting Megumi slip in. He groaned at the feel of Megumi’s tongue on his own, the taste of peppermint on them both. Yuji scrambled to cling onto Megumi, knocking several magnets off the fridge. He heard them clatter to the ground around them, uncaring.

Megumi licked the roof of Yuji’s mouth and Yuji felt his knees tremble.

All too soon Megumi was slipping free from Yuji and hurriedly returning to the stove to an ingredient that had surely almost burned. He turned to glare at Yuji as he stirred the contents of the pot. Yuji grinned, raising his arms in a placating gesture.

Megumi assessed the damage that had been done to their dinner as Yuji picked up the magnets littering the floor. Once they had both completed their tasks, they sat down in the living room to eat. Yuji put on that German show they were in the middle of, not missing Megumi’s grin.

Yuji had a hard time following the plot. It was a show about time travel with three different timelines and too many characters and family trees to become familiar with. Of course, Megumi followed the story effortlessly. So much so that Yuji would guiltily pause at least twice an episode to ask a clarifying question. Megumi never seemed to mind the interruption.

They finished season one and Yuji brought their dinner dishes to the kitchen as the finale credits rolled. He flicked on the bright overhead kitchen light, setting the dishes in the sink and turning the water on. He filled them all with warm water, leaving them to soak and be washed later.

He turned from the sink and heard a loud pop! before being bathed in darkness. He stopped, frozen in place.

It was only a split second…

…before he was screaming.

Megumi was already up and sprinting to the kitchen before Yuji started screaming.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK of all the times for the fucking power to go out!

Yuji’s wailing had just begun when Megumi entered the room. Yuji was crouched in the middle of the kitchen, hands over his ears as he let out a scream Megumi knew would haunt his dreams.

It was dark. Too dark.

He looked to the corner where the kitchen nightlight usually sat on the counter - and that’s when he remembered. He had noticed the batteries were dead last night and had brought it to his room to replace them. It was sitting, useless, on his fucking desk right now. He could have throttled himself.

Megumi moved towards Yuji, wrapping his body around him and holding him close. “Yuji! Yuji! It’s okay,” he tried to sound calm, but his voice wavered. Yuji was shaking like a leaf, not acknowledging Megumi’s hold on him. “Shh, shh, it’s okay Yuji please I’m right here.”

It had been at least a year since Yuji’s last panic attack, and Megumi had been there for that one too. His last one hadn’t been triggered by anything specific. Yuji had a cold at the time, his fever making him delirious. As far as Megumi could tell, the panic came out of nowhere. He had been crying, tired of being sick after a week of not feeling any better. He was worn out, fed up, and his sobs had gone from gasping to coughing to hyperventilating in a matter of seconds.

Megumi had sat through enough of these with Yuji to know the difference in them. And it had been a long time since Yuji had an attack out of pure fear.

Yuji had stopped screaming, but he was making these tiny choking sobs that wrenched on Megumi’s heart. He still had a death grip on his head, covering his ears so hard he was going to give himself a headache. Yuji was gulping down air but not taking enough in. Megumi wrapped his hands around Yuji’s wrists as gently as possible, his own hands trembling.

“Yuji, baby, please. Come on, breathe Yuji.” He managed to get one of Yuji’s hands to slip from his head momentarily, enough to get his voice to reach him. “Yuji,” he whispered, and he felt Yuji flinch before fresh tears started flowing.

Megumi pulled Yuji back against his chest, sitting him between his legs. He wrapped an arm around him, placing his hand over Yuji’s chest. His heart was hammering wildly, still stuck in fight or flight. Megumi took Yuji’s free hand that he had managed to pry away and intertwined their fingers, bringing that one to Yuji’s chest as well.

Yuji was still crying, alternating between painful gasps of air and small whimpers. Megumi pressed his chest as close as possible to Yuji’s back, careful to not squeeze him and cut off his already limited airflow.

“Shh, Yuji, it’s okay. You gotta breathe, baby. Focus on me. That’s all you have to do,” Megumi urged, his face close to Yuji’s ear.

Yuji sucked in a sharp inhale at the words, seemingly becoming more aware of Megumi’s presence. Megumi made a show of taking a deep inhale, expanding his chest, letting Yuji feel it against his back. He let the air out slowly, making sure Yuji could hear it.

Yuji made another broken sound, his head hanging low. “Come on, baby. Breathe like me. Feel how I do it,” Megumi urged. He took another deep breath, filling his lungs. He gave Yuji’s hand a squeeze as he exhaled. He heard Yuji’s breath shudder, his head lifting slightly.

“Listen to my voice, Yuji. Come back to me. I’m right here. You’re safe,” Megumi soothed.

Yuji hiccupped around his next breath. Tears flowed down his cheeks in a near constant stream. Megumi continued his exaggerated breathing, holding Yuji to him as both of their heartbeats leveled out. He started slowly running his thumb over Yuji’s knuckles, trying to bring him back to his body.

Time seemed to suspend around them as they sat curled together on the kitchen floor. Megumi wasn’t sure when he had started gently rocking them both. Back and forth, back and forth. Inhale and exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Yuji had started matching Megumi’s breathing rhythm. His breaths were shaky, but he was trying to take deeper and longer ones and for that Megumi could have fucking cried from the relief he felt. Yuji gave a weak squeeze to Megumi’s hand; he was starting to come back.

“Keep breathing, Yuji. You’re okay. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Megumi cooed, resting his forehead against the back of Yuji’s head. He placed a soft kiss on Yuji’s neck, feeling Yuji’s shoulders relax in his hold.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Yuji lowered the hand still holding his head to cover Megumi’s on his chest. His grip was firm, almost painful in its desperation, but Megumi welcomed it. He placed another kiss on Yuji’s neck, letting his lips hover there. Yuji lifted his head, leaning it back against Megumi’s as his breathing finally, blessedly, mercifully, evened out.

Yuji took his first real breath in what felt like hours and Megumi let himself relax. Megumi slumped back against the kitchen cabinet, bringing a now very limp Yuji with him. They were on the other side of it now, the worst part was over.

Megumi only allowed himself a moment, just enough to clear his mind, before he was lifting Yuji into his arms and standing. Yuji tucked himself against his chest but did little else. Megumi knew from experience that Yuji would be utterly exhausted now. He carried him out of the dark kitchen, walking down the hall and into Yuji’s room.

He kicked the covers back and laid Yuji down in bed. When he went to pull his arms back, he felt a weak tug on the sleeve of his hoodie. He snapped his eyes up and found Yuji’s gaze on him. His poor eyes were red, his cheeks puffy and still wet from his tears. Megumi reached up, wiping the slowly drying tears away.

“Hi,” Megumi whispered.

“Hi,” Yuji croaked, his voice wrecked.

Yuji’s bottom lip wobbled, and that was all it took for Megumi to slide in next to him and pull him close. The tears started a new, but they were quiet, tired. Megumi pulled the blanket up, tucking them in as Yuji silently cried against his chest. Megumi kissed the top of his head, his temple, his cheek, anything he could reach.

He held Yuji and waited, rubbing soothing lines up and down his back. Yuji slowly calmed back down, only giving a sniffle here and there. Enough time passed that Megumi was sure Yuji had fallen asleep, but then he spoke.

“I love you.” He said the words so quietly that Megumi almost missed them.

And… fuck. Here it was. Yuji was laid bare before him, his raw and bleeding soul on full display. And he was choosing to show it to Megumi. To let him into his heart, his mind, his body.

But Yuji was forgetting something very important. He was forgetting that Megumi had already witnessed this sight. Had seen to the very core of Yuji long ago and, instead of turning away, had treasured him. Had held Yuji’s fractured heart in his hands like the fragile bones of a bird. Had scoured every dark corner of Yuji’s essence and filled it with white light. Had cradled his deflated lungs and breathed warm air into them.

They were already in love. Had been for years. It felt almost silly that the words had never been said before now.

“I love you too, Yuji.”

No more words were spoken. No more were needed.

Within seconds, Yuji was asleep, the sound of his soft, even breathing like music to Megumi’s ears. He tightened his hold around Yuji, feeling the steady beat of his heart against his own. Megumi counted the beats the way some people count sheep, lulling himself into sleep.

Despite feeling like he had been through hell and back, the exhaustion so bone deep it felt permanent, Yuji’s insomnia did not give one single fuck. He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep. He only vaguely remembered anything after bringing the dishes to the kitchen.

The sound of the pop! before the darkness played through his mind unwarranted. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a grounding breath. His inhale had cardamom and cedar filling his shaky lungs.

Right. Megumi was here. Megumi was always here. Would always be here. Yuji felt tears prick his eyes, but this time it was from happiness. He buried his face further into Megumi’s chest, taking another deep inhale, letting Megumi’s scent work its magic on his nervous system.

Yuji felt Megumi’s arms twitch and then tighten around him. Yuji pulled his head back, his eyes finding Megumi’s face easily in the soft glow of his room. Megumi’s eyes were open, if only slightly, as they searched Yuji’s face. He must have found what he was looking for because a small, sleepy smile spread across Megumi’s lips.

“Hey beautiful,” Megumi whispered. “You okay?”

Yuji felt his heart seize, giving a truly pathetic lurch. He loved the man before him so much he thought he might be sick from it. Like the love was so much, too much, that his heart would overflow and drown his organs.

He braced himself against the onslaught of emotions threatening to cause the tears to spill again. Megumi had taken care of him enough last night, tonight, whatever fucking time it was. More tears, whether happy or not, would only serve to make Megumi worry all over again. Yuji swallowed around the lump in his throat, steeling himself.

“Yeah,” he breathed, grounding himself once more. “Yeah, I’m okay, Megs.”

Megumi released a breath that sounded like relief and placed a kiss on Yuji’s forehead. “Good. I was worried about you.”

Yuji felt a stab of guilt, his eyes dropping. “I’m sorry,” he said so quietly it would have gone unheard if the room wasn’t completely silent.

“Hey, hey, baby no,” Megumi coaxed, lifting Yuji’s head with a finger under his chin. “Look at me. I don’t ever want to hear you’re sorry. Okay? No one is blaming you.”

“But-“

“Hey,” Megumi found Yuji’s eyes and held them. Yuji stared into those dark blue eyes, a sea of emotions crashing within them. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you again.”

Yuji felt a single tear roll down his cheek. Well, so much for being done with the crying. He quickly brushed it away, taking another lungful of Megumi.

“Okay,” Yuji nodded. “Okay.”

Yuji was so sick of crying he could claw his eyes out. Sometimes the feeling leftover from a panic attack was worse than the actual attack itself. It left him feeling raw, exposed, like a live wire snapping at anyone getting close. His emotions were all over the place, every single one heightened and lacking logic.

He needed something to truly ground him. To return him fully to his body. He hadn’t slept long enough. He felt wrung out and keyed up all at once. The only constant, the only thing he could count on, was Megumi.

Yuji leaned forward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. He pulled back, ending the kiss as soon as it had begun, and scanned Megumi’s face. Megumi looked surprised, but that was all. Yuji kissed him again, leaning into Megumi’s body.

Megumi held Yuji tighter, bringing a hand to the back of his head. The kiss was tentative, questioning. Megumi likely unsure of how much was acceptable with Yuji feeling so scattered.

And that just wouldn’t do.

Yuji licked at Megumi’s lips, earning a gasp. Wasting no time, Yuji plunged his tongue into Megumi’s mouth. Megumi relaxed into it, letting their tongues slide together. Yuji groaned, immediately feeling his body heat.

Yuji slid his hand down Megumi’s chest, slipping it under his hoodie and reveling in the feel of Megumi’s skin. Megumi shivered as Yuji’s fingers ghosted over one of his nipples, something close to a whimper being pushed into Yuji’s mouth. Yuji repeated the motion, grinning when Megumi’s hand tightened in his hair.

Tangling them further together, Yuji raised a leg, hooking it over Megumi’s hip. Not an inch of space between them now, Megumi could surely feel how needy Yuji was for him. As if driving his point home, Yuji rolled his hips.

The sound Megumi made was broken, and it has Yuji pulling his tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. He’s rewarded with the most sinfully beautiful moan for his troubles. As Yuji releases his tongue, an obscenely wet sound echoing in the room, Megumi pulls back. Panting, foreheads pressed together, they just stare at each other.

Megumi drops his hand from Yuji’s hair, instead running it along Yuji’s hip. He trails his fingers from Yuji’s hip to his knee thrown over Megumi, and back to his hip. The touch is light at first, an almost ticklish sensation. As they continue to catch their breath, Megumi becomes more purposeful. He starts massaging his way up Yuji’s leg, giving firm kneads to the muscle.

On his next pass up, Megumi slips his hand inside Yuji’s shorts, rubbing his thigh. Yuji brings their lips back together in a slow kiss. They kiss like they have all the time in the world. And here, in the middle of the night with the power out and the world blanketed in snow, they have the time.

Megumi manages to get his hand on Yuji’s ass, giving a gentle squeeze that has Yuji moaning against his lips. Megumi breaks the kiss again, and Yuji almost begs, but Megumi’s severe expression stops him.

“Are you sure?” Megumi questions.

Yuji almost laughs. Is he sure? No. If there is something beyond sure, then he’s that. He’s certain. He feels it in his blood, in his tendons and marrow. This pull towards Megumi that feels beyond his control, has always felt bigger than either of them. He knows he wants this, needs this, is ready for this.

Yuji smiles all sweet, because he knows exactly what it does to Megumi. “Yes. Please, Megs.” And then, for good measure. “I want it to be you.”

Megumi’s breath hitches, his eyes wide, before he’s pinning Yuji underneath him. Megumi crashes their lips back together, gripping both of Yuji’s thighs and wrapping them around his waist. Yuji happily complies, already feeling dizzy.

Yuji has both hands under Megumi’s hoodie, running his fingers reverently over the pale skin. He wants to commit every inch to memory, to be able to feel it even when Megumi isn’t in front of him. He hikes the material up, a silent request.

Megumi barely separates their bodies, hovering over Yuji as he practically rips his hoodie off, his shirt going with it. In less than a second his body is pressed back against Yuji, the weight comforting. When their lips meet again it’s messy, desperate. Yuji opens on instinct now, letting Megumi invade his space.

The glide of their tongues has Yuji arching, his fingers digging into Megumi’s shoulder blades. God, he tastes so fucking good. Yuji feels more sensitive than normal, every touch from Megumi enough to have him shaking. Megumi starts rocking their hips together, his cock hot and hard and giving Yuji the most delicious friction.

Yuji whimpers at each roll of hips, grinding his own up to meet Megumi’s movements. He’s so painfully hard, but he doesn’t want them to part even long enough to get undressed. The thought of them separating has his arms curling around Megumi tighter, holding him closer. He hooks his ankles behind Megumi’s back and doesn’t realize he’s clinging for dear life until Megumi is speaking.

“Hey, hey,” Megumi breathes, his lips pressed against Yuji’s. “Easy. Breathe, baby.” Megumi bumps their noses together, teasing, and Yuji exhales a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “That’s it. I’m right here, remember?”

And… yeah. Yeah. Yuji remembers. He loosens his death grip, giving himself over to Megumi. He takes another deep breath, willing his tension away as he exhales.

Megumi presses a kiss to the corner of Yuji’s mouth, trailing a line along his jaw. Each kiss has Yuji sinking further into the bed, melting under Megumi. He’s only slightly aware of his hips resuming their rocking.  Megumi sucks a particularly satisfying mark behind Yuji’s ear that has Yuji whining.

Megumi suddenly sits up, pulling Yuji into his lap. “Come here,” Megumi murmurs. Yuji lets out a squeak as he’s roughly placed on Megumi’s lap, his face red. “Arms up, beauty.” Yuji complies, lifting his arms as Megumi slips his shirt up and off. Once the shirt is gone, Megumi’s mouth is back on his skin.

Yuji holds onto Megumi’s shoulders like a lifeline as he’s set on fire. And Yuji knows he would let himself burn. Would burn for years until he was nothing but ash if it meant being able to have this, to have him. Megumi’s skin feels hot under his hands, and Yuji wonders if he’s burning too.

Megumi’s lips feel like worship as they mark Yuji’s collarbone, his throat. Megumi pulls back, giving a final bite to Yuji’s pec that makes him moan. Megumi holds Yuji against him as he lowers him so gently back to the bed that Yuji feels like he could cry from how delicate it is.

Continuing his descent, Megumi kisses his way down Yuji’s torso. When he reaches the waistband of Yuji’s shorts, he stills. Glancing up, their eyes meet. Megumi hooks his fingers under the material and waits. Yuji flushes, but nods.

Megumi lowers his gaze to the task at hand. Yuji lifts his hips, helping Megumi remove his last piece of clothing. Once he’s bare, Yuji is surprised to find that he’s not embarrassed. The only thing he’s feeling is hungry. He watches Megumi’s eye rake over him, and his body heats up all over again.

Megumi runs his fingertips along Yuji’s legs, sliding up so achingly slowly. Yuji is twitching by the time Megumi reaches his waist. His hands curl around Yuji’s hips, giving a rough squeeze. Yuji keens, his cock throbbing and neglected between them. His hips buck involuntarily, and he whines when it offers no relief.

But Megumi, beautiful Megumi, angel that he is, leans down and licks a long stripe up Yuji’s cock. If not for the tight grip on his hips, Yuji would have launched himself off the bed. As it stands, all he can do is cry out. Yuji swears he can hear Megumi smile as he gives another lick.

Yuji risks a look down, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t cum on the spot. There’s something about Megumi with his tongue out as his eyes pierce through Yuji’s soul that is just too much. Yuji squeezes his eyes shut, slamming his head back onto the bed as Megumi chuckles.

“Shut up,” Yuji grits out through his teeth, but Megumi just huffs out another laugh.

Any insult Yuji was prepared to hurl dies on his tongue as Megumi takes him in his mouth. All Yuji’s brain can offer is hot, hot, his mouth is so fucking hot. Yuji fists his hands in the sheets, doing his best to remain still.

Megumi sinks all the way down, taking all of Yuji in, and it takes everything Yuji has to breathe. Megumi sets a slow pace as he slides along Yuji’s length. It’s teasing, torturous, but Yuji fucking loves it. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Could stay here forever, as Megumi holds him down and sucks him like he’s praying to him.

Yuji throws one of his forearms over his eyes as Megumi sucks harder. His legs start to shake as his want turns into a need. He’s panting now, emitting little mewling sounds he didn’t know he could make. “Megs, hah! M-Megs, please!” Yuji doesn’t know if he’s begging Megumi to slow down or go faster. All he knows is that he needs more.

But of course, Megumi knows, his head bobbing faster on Yuji’s cock. Megumi had always had a sort of sixth sense for Yuji’s needs. Yuji shouldn’t have been surprised that it translated to the bedroom too. Yuji’s hand gripped the sheets underneath him so hard it was a wonder they hadn’t ripped yet. He was close, so close. Curse Megumi and his perfect, talented mouth.

Megumi almost pulls completely off, instead wrapping his lips around Yuji’s tip and sucking hard. His lips feel like they burn, the kind you get from ice, and Yuji sees stars as he suddenly cums. He’s floating, no longer on this planet as his body goes numb. He hears Megumi groan from somewhere far away as Yuji’s release coats his tongue.

Yuji collapses back on the bed, his skin tingling as he gets little aftershocks jolting through him. He feels Megumi slide his mouth off of him, and Yuji whines at the oversensitivity. He doesn’t dare remove his arm from his eyes, doesn’t dare look at Megumi. Megumi finally releases his hold on Yuji’s hips, and Yuji hates how cold the skin there feels now.

Yuji feels the bed dip, hears Megumi stand, the rusting of clothes, the opening of a drawer, then he’s back between Yuji’s legs. It’s not until Megumi lifts one of Yuji’s legs and places it on his shoulder that Yuji’s eyes fly open.

“There you are,” Megumi grins, kissing Yuji’s ankle. Yuji’s toes curl, the movement tracked by Megumi, a look of amusement on his face. “So sensitive.”

Yuji feels his face heat, but he finds himself unable to look away. It’s only then that Yuji realizes Megumi took his pants off. He looks down and, fuck. Megumi looks so hard that it must hurt. Yuji’s mouth waters, remembering the taste of Megumi’s cock on his tongue. He’s too distracted to even notice Megumi pouring lube on his fingers.

Yuji jolts back to his senses when he feels Megumi’s finger prod at his entrance. He flicks his eyes up, finding that same grin on Megumi’s stupid gorgeous face. Megumi circles Yuji’s rim once, twice, before sinking a finger in. Yuji gasps, the sensation unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

Megumi presses all the way in, stilling to gauge Yuji’s reaction. He wraps his free hand around Yuji’s leg on his shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. Yuji tries to relax, taking long slow breaths as he wills his muscles to let go. “That’s it, baby. Keep breathing,” Megumi purred, placing kisses to Yuji’s leg. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Yuji tries not to let that get to him and focuses on breathing. After a moment he can physically feel his muscles loosen. Megumi must feel it too, pulling his finger to the tip and slowly sliding back in. Yuji groans at the drag of Megumi’s finger, something between pleasure and pain. Megumi doesn’t still this time, starting a slow rhythm of opening Yuji up.

When Yuji’s gasps start to sound more like moans, Megumi adds a second finger. It stings for just a moment before it starts feeling good again. Megumi thrusts his fingers faster as Yuji relaxes further. Yuji notices he’s rocking his hips, trying to meet Megumi’s fingers. The pain is gone now and all he feels is this heat in his core.

When Megumi adds the third finger, Yuji tenses. He stills, letting Yuji adjust to the new sting. After a few more ankle kisses and deep breaths, Megumi starts fucking his fingers in again. Yuji throws his head back; the moans being torn from him as Megumi expertly stretches him. It feels so fucking good now.

Yuji is meeting all of Megumi’s thrusts with his hips, fucking himself on Megumi’s long fingers. Megumi gives one hard thrust and brushes against something that has Yuji screaming, his back bowing off the bed.

Megumi removes his fingers, and Yuji can feel his hole clench around nothing, mourning the loss. But he doesn’t have long to mourn as he watches Megumi slicks his cock with lube. Megumi closes his eyes, tilting his head back, neck muscles straining as he strokes himself. It’s easily the hottest thing Yuji has ever seen, and he suddenly forgets all about where that cock is supposed to go.

Reality comes roaring back to Yuji as Megumi drops his leg, leaning over him and lining his cock up. Megumi doesn’t push in, instead leaning down and pressing his lips to Yuji’s. He slides a hand to the back of Yuji’s neck, his hold possessive. Yuji wraps his arms around Megumi’s neck, instantly melting into the kiss. With Yuji distracted, Megumi starts to push in.

Yuji tries not to tense, but it’s useless. The stretch is way more intense than Megumi’s fingers. Megumi doesn’t get far before he stops, breaking the kiss to let Yuji adjust. The burn is a lot, but Yuji thinks he can handle it. He takes a breath, and it sounds shaky to his ears.

“Hey,” Megumi whispers. Yuji opens his eyes, when had he closed them? He’s met with Megumi’s eyes, normally blue, but now looking almost black with his pupils blown wide. Megumi lets more of his weight settle on Yuji, their chests pressing together. “Breathe with me.”

Megumi inhales, looking pleased when Yuji does the same. As they exhale, Megumi leans closer and places a quick kiss to Yuji’s lips. He takes a larger inhale this time and Yuji matches him. This time when they breathe out, Yuji is the one to close the distance. Megumi feels Yuji’s walls relax around him, so he presses his cock in further.

Yuji clenches, causing Megumi to still once more. Megumi carefully lifts Yuji’s legs, urging him to wrap them around his waist. Yuji complies, linking his ankles. The new angle has Megumi’s cock sinking deeper, but Yuji finds that it hurts less. Feeling more than a little impatient, Yuji digs his heels into Megumi’s back, causing him to sink all the way in.

Yuji bites back his scream by clamping his teeth down on Megumi’s shoulder. Megumi curses under his breath, his voice sounding strained. Yuji feels so unbelievably full, the pain subsiding with Megumi now completely inside. Yuji removes his teeth from Megumi’s shoulder, kissing the red skin as an apology.

“Fuck, Yuji,” Megumi murmured. “You feel so good, baby. So tight.”

Yuji isn’t sure what to say to that. His head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, allowing no thoughts to enter. All he can do is whine, waiting for his walls to stop clenching. Megumi uses his hold on Yuji’s neck to turn his head, connecting their lips. This kiss feels different somehow. Yuji can’t explain it, but it feels like more. Like it’s saying more than their kisses have conveyed before.

Without words, Megumi is speaking volumes. You’re safe. I’ve got you. It’s okay.

Yuji lets the words sink in, lets them settle in his brain. Here, with their bodies connected, the soothing weight of Megumi on him, Yuji feels no fear. No doubts can creep in, not now, not when they’re like this. All he feels is a bone deep relief.

When their eyes meet next, Megumi’s are filled with a silent question. Are you ready? And Yuji thinks, yeah, he’s ready. He’s been ready. Needs this the same way people need water in the desert. Yuji nods, and Megumi moves.

As Megumi slowly rocks them together Yuji’s brain completely shuts off. Megumi fills him so perfectly, every movement touching Yuji’s most sensitive parts. All Yuji can do is feel. Every small thrust has goosebumps breaking out on his skin. The littlest sensations leaving him dizzy.

Megumi is barely moving, but it’s enough for Yuji to groan. His eyes remain locked on Yuji’s face, taking in every reaction with rapt fascination. They’re so close that there is no hiding how good Yuji already feels. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes lidded, the caramel color almost completely replaced with black. On his next thrust, Megumi pulls out further.

Yuji’s world fractures as he feels more of Megumi’s length fuck into him. Megumi’s movements are still slow as they both get used to the feeling. Yuji’s eyes, previously unfocused, find Megumi’s and hold. He looks wrecked. His brows are furrowed and he’s biting his bottom lip so hard the skin is red.

Yuji brings his hand to Megumi’s face, using his thumb to pull Megumi’s lip free. He runs his thumb over the abused skin before bringing Megumi down into a kiss. Megumi’s hips falter for a second before resuming his rhythm. Every rock of Megumi’s hips has him pressing against Yuji’s cock, hard and trapped between them.

Megumi pulls out, only his tip inside, before slamming back in. Yuji has to break the kiss as he screams, his nails digging into Megumi’s shoulders. Megumi doesn’t give him any time, immediately slamming back in again. He pulls out so, so slowly, before snapping his hips forward.

“Fuck,” Yuji breathes, his eyes rolling back.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Megumi purrs. His hips give another brutal thrust, jostling Yuji’s body with the intensity of it.

Yuji tries to answer, but Megumi angles his hips in a way that has his next thrust slamming his cock into Yuji’s prostate. Yuji’s vision whites out as a wave of pleasure rumbles through him. Megumi notices, because of course he does, and on his next thrust he holds the position. Fully buried inside Yuji, pressing on the spot that makes Yuji quiver.

Yuji shakes, Megumi’s name on his tongue as his body is rendered useless. All he can do is take the pleasure, intense and burning. Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, Megumi backs off and stills his hips.

His gaze is unfocused, but Yuji tries to blink Megumi’s face back into his vision. He’s only vaguely aware of Megumi sliding his hands under Yuji’s back. Megumi leans his weight on his forearms, his hands hooking over Yuji’s shoulders. Leverage, Yuji realizes too late. Megumi pulls out fast this time before plunging back in, his grip firm on Yuji’s shoulders.

“I asked you a question, beauty,” Megumi murmurs. “Does it,” another slam of his hips “feel good?”

Yuji finds his voice, and it sounds destroyed. “Yes! Yes!” All he can think about is Megumi, all he can feel is Megumi. “So good.”

“Good boy.”

Yuji can’t even be embarrassed when the most sinful moan is torn from him. Megumi quickens his pace, replacing his hard thrusts with fast ones. He’s only lightly brushing Yuji’s prostate now, the sensation leaving Yuji’s skin tingling.

Yuji’s fingers start to feel numb, and he remembers his nails are dug into Megumi’s skin hard enough that he wouldn’t be surprised if there’s blood. He throws one arm around Megumi’s neck and brings the other to the headboard. Pressing against the headboard, he’s able to meet Megumi’s hips as he fucks into him.

“God baby you feel so fucking good. I’m losing my mind,” Megumi breathes. He buries his face in the crook of Yuji’s neck, kissing the skin there. “So good for me, Yuji. Such a good boy.”

“Oh my god,” is all Yuji can get out. His head is swimming, the only thing clattering around his brain is Megumi’s words. Good, good, good boy.

Yuji clenches around Megumi’s cock with each word spilled from his lips, making Megumi hiss through his teeth. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me baby. Like when I talk to you?”

And fuck if Yuji doesn’t absolutely love it. All he can do is moan, reduced to a mess. Words fail him as Megumi picks up his pace. His cock pounds into Yuji with so much force it’s almost feral and Yuji just takes it. Takes everything Megumi gives him and would happily take more.

Then Megumi slows, his hips returning to the leisurely pace from before. Yuji feels his whole body relax, melting into the bed. Megumi brings their lips together, and Yuji greedily drinks him in. Megumi gently fucks him, slowly rocking back and forth.

Yuji isn’t sure which way he prefers; gentle or brutal. When Megumi fucks him slow and sweet like this, he can feel everything. Every drag of Megumi’s cock buried in his tight heat has Yuji’s toes curling, his skin on fire. But when Megumi fucks into him like a man starved, Yuji is rendered breathless, speechless, thoughtless.

Megumi pulls back, his half-lidded eyes meeting Yuji’s own. And then he smiles, and Yuji feels like he’s floating. “I love you,” Megumi whispers.

Yuji let’s out a sound that he tries to pretend isn’t a sob as fresh tears fall. Megumi’s hips continue their lazy movements, his eyes never leaving Yuji’s face. He places a kiss to Yuji’s cheek, tasting the salt.

“I love you, too,” Yuji finally manages.

“I know, baby.” Megumi gives a final kiss to Yuji’s lips before fucking into him with purpose. His next thrust is fierce, causing Yuji to throw his head back and cry out.

The sound of skin meeting skin and their panting breaths filling the room. Yuji feels close, so close, his cock throbbing. He wants to cum untouched, to cum only from Megumi’s cock.

“H-harder,” he begs. “Please! Harder.”

Yuji only has one second to regret his request before Megumi’s grip on his shoulders tightens and he snaps his hips forward. Megumi’s movements are brutal, fucking Yuji so hard his whole body jolts with each thrust.

“Better, baby? Need me to fuck you hard, yeah? Just like this?” Megumi whispers the words into Yuji’s ear, and they melt inside his brain. “You’re so fucking perfect. All mine. Just for me.”

Megumi’s frantic now, lost to lust. He fucks into Yuji like he needs it to survive, like he might never get another chance. He gives Yuji everything he has, every inch of his cock and his body.

“Say you’re mine, Yuji.” Megumi slams in and holds, his cock pressed perfectly against Yuji’s prostate. He pulls back and Yuji’s vision returns, but before he can answer Megumi presses back in. Yuji throws his head back, his neck straining. “Come on, baby. Say you’re mine and you can cum.”

Megumi pulls back and Yuji scrambles to speak. “Yours! Yours! Fuck, Megs,” he pants. Megumi stills his hips and lets him catch his breath, gives him a minute. Yuji removes his hand from the headboard, bringing it to Megumi’s face. He cups his cheek and finds his eyes, blinking a few times to clear the tears from his lashes. Megumi’s beautiful face comes into focus, all flushed cheeks and perfect. “I’m yours,” he whispers before connecting their lips.

Yuji immediately slides his tongue into Megumi’s mouth and is pleased when Megumi moans. Megumi starts rocking his hips again, slowly sinking his cock and his tongue into Yuji. Yuji feels that feeling again, like being claimed. He is Megumi’s, heart and soul. Easily giving himself over fully to the person he trusts most.

Only when Yuji feels like he’s running out of air does he break the kiss. The moment their lips separate Megumi is fucking him hard again. Yuji clings to Megumi, his need to cum rising to the surface.

“D-don’t stop,” Yuji pleads. “Don’t ahh, hah! Don’t stop!”

And Megumi doesn’t. He pounds into Yuji so sweetly, so fiercely. “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna cum on my cock?”

Yuji whines, it’s all he can get out. His breath feels stolen, only briefly returning before Megumi slams back in. He does want to cum, needs it so fucking bad.

Megumi quickly untucks his arms, grabbing Yuji’s legs and placing them over his shoulders. He leans down, bending Yuji in half, as he fucks into him again. The new angle is delicious, hitting Yuji just right. His eyes roll back and his toes curl as he feels the heat in his stomach build. He’s so close, so close, fuck just a little more.

Megumi gives a final snap of his hips as he slams forward, burying himself deep in Yuji as they both cum. Yuji’s cock releases between them, painting their chests as Megumi fills him. Megumi’s hips keep moving, slowly working them both through it. He gradually stills, and Yuji lets his body sag.

Megumi gently lowers his legs back down to the bed as they try to catch their breath.

“Fuck,” Yuji pants, his fingers threading through Megumi’s sweaty hair.

“Yeah,” Megumi replies, also breathless. “Fuck is right.”

Yuji gives a tired giggle as he closes his eyes. His mind is so wonderfully quiet. If he didn’t feel like he desperately needed a shower, he would fall asleep like this. With Megumi’s weight on him and his cock buried deep. Maybe after a shower he could convince Megumi to sleep inside him.

Great. And just like that, I’m a fucking pervert.

Megumi props himself up and Yuji opens his eyes, pulled from almost sleep. “Shower?” Megumi asks. Standing up sounds like the single worst thing in the world right now. Yuji must make a face because Megumi chuckles. “Bath?”

Yuji grins and nods. Megumi gives him a kiss before slowly pulling out. Yuji winces, unable to keep Megumi from seeing it. “Sorry,” Megumi mutters.

“S’okay,” Yuji says, smiling.

Megumi stands, disappearing down the hall. Yuji can hear the faint and familiar buzz running through the apartment again. He has no idea when the power came back on, and he finds that he likes not knowing. Yuji hears the squeak of the pipes from the bathroom and then Megumi is back. “Come on, princess,” he says as he scoops Yuji into his arms.

“My knight in shining armor,” Yuji giggles, batting his eyelashes for extra dramatic effect.

Megumi tucks him closer to his chest, kissing his nose as he carries him towards the bathroom. “That’s right.”

Yuji feels his heart swell as Megumi lowers him into the warm water. It smells good, like lavender, and Yuji lets out a content sigh at how nice it feels. Yuji heart does another tumble as Megumi climbs in behind him and pulls him close. Yuji leans back and closes his eyes as Megumi cups handfuls of water and pours them over Yuji’s arms, his chest, his shoulders.

Yuji hums as Megumi kneads his shoulders, rubbing any lingering tension away. He places a kiss to Yuji’s temple as he works. “Feeling better?”

Yuji hums again, opening his eyes. “Yeah. A lot better.”

“Good,” is all Megumi says, massaging down Yuji’s arms. He grabs the soap and cleans Yuji off. When he tries to clean himself, Yuji sits up and turns to face him, pouting. Megumi rolls his eyes but hands the soap over. Yuji looks like he just won a prize, and Megumi can’t help but laugh.

When they are both clean, they drain the tub and turn on the shower to rinse off. All things considered, Yuji feels more awake now. Refreshed. They dry off and dress and Yuji checks the time. He has to check twice to make sure he’s not seeing things. He startles a little when Megumi slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Sorry it’s so early,” Yuji says, only slightly embarrassed that he woke Megumi up to have sex and now they are wide awake at 3AM.

Megumi nuzzles against Yuji’s neck, breathing him in. “It’s okay,” is his muffled response. He places a kiss there, then another. “Wanna make cookies?”

Baking is one of the few things Yuji can help with in the kitchen. No sharp objects and everything is precise. Megumi tells him exactly how much is needed of every ingredient, and Yuji just has to follow. As he’s always done.

Yuji laughs. “You know what? I think I do.”

Megumi takes his hand and starts leading them to the kitchen. When they get to the entrance of the kitchen Yuji hesitates. It wasn’t that he had forgotten about his panic attack, he had just been feeling so much better. But before he can let his mind drift with those thoughts, he notices the candles. They’re everywhere, on top of the fridge and all along the counters. There must be a dozen of them.

“The overhead lightbulb burnt out when the power went out. I have to go buy more when the snow clears, so I thought the candles would be enough,” Megumi offers, squeezing Yuji’s hand. “Is it enough?”

Yuji pulls his eyes from the perfectly lit room and smiles at Megumi. “It’s definitely a fire hazard, but I think I love it.”

Megumi laughs, Yuji’s favorite sound. “I’ll protect you from the fire.”

It’s a joke, Yuji knows it’s a joke, but he also knows it’s true. Megumi had never stopped protecting him, and now he never would. He would hold onto him more tightly, love him openly. Yuji couldn’t think of anything more he could ever want.  

“I know.”