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Megumi looks good like this. He looks good in any light, from any angle, but he looks especially captivating lounged back against the navy duvet with his inky black hair falling into his eyes. His chest rises and falls with each breath as he peers down where Yuuji kneels at the foot of the bed. The pale expanse of his torso reminds Yuuji of polished marble.

Yuuji swallows back his desire. The flushed hue of his skin makes Yuuji want to jump and devour him without concern for build-up and foreplay, but Yuuji had promised he’d take his time once they fell into bed, and he intends on keeping that promise.

His fingers tighten against the cotton of Megumi’s joggers, still clinging to his thighs.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Yuuji whispers half to himself as he drags his eyes up and down Megumi’s form.

“Stop gawking at me and get on with it.” Megumi sounds like he’s trying to be snappy about it, but the rasp in his voice makes it far less intimidating. He shifts on the bed and nudges Yuuji in the thigh with his knee. “Hurry up and touch me already or I’m going to do what I want instead.”

Yuuji chuckles. “I will, I will, just give me a second to admire you. You're very handsome.”

“Stop messing around—”

Megumi’s complaint is sharply cut off as Yuuji dips his fingers beneath the lip of his pants. His middle, ring, and pinky fingers are snug beneath the two layers of fabric, but Yuuji’s entire hand bites into Megumi’s ass as he gropes the smooth skin. 

He moves his thumb in soothing circles over Megumi’s hip bones to placate his frustration.

“Be patient, I’m getting there.” He squeezes possessively. “You got to torture me earlier, so now I get to take my time with you.”

His hands are slow as he begins to drag both underwear and joggers down. Megumi sucks on his teeth, and Yuuji laughs at the impatient scowl twisting his handsome features.

He places a delicate kiss on his partner's stomach right above the elastic of his boxers. Megumi shivers at the touch.

Yuuji doesn’t stop mouthing at his skin until the clothes slip down past Megumi’s ass. Megumi’s breath catches as his half-hard cock meets the cool open air. Yuuji is shameless in his staring, greedily taking in the entirety of his partner, exhilarated that he’s the one who’s blessed enough to experience this.

“Fuck,” Yuuji’s voice comes out as a hiss. “Fuck, Megumi, I can’t believe I get to see you like this.”

He pulls Megumi’s clothes down to his ankles. The pale, milky skin is begging to be marred by lips and tongue and teeth, and Yuuji doesn’t have the self-control to keep his mouth to himself.

He sucks scarlet marks into the inside of Megumi’s thighs. Megumi inhales a sharp, haggard breath as Yuuji licks and nips at the sensitive skin, hands twitching where they’re fisted into the bedspread. His shoulders are decorated with patches of red as his blush spreads further down his body, inking his torso in rose.

Yuuji doesn’t look away from his face as he moves up Megumi’s thigh. Megumi’s eyes are shut with his eyebrows pinched together like he’s trying to maintain his composure.

Break for me.

Yuuji runs his thumb along the curve of his muscle until it reaches the apex of his thighs, where he takes Megumi fully in his hand.

Megumi’s back arches at the sudden stimulation, and a soft moan falls from his lips. “Yuuji.”

His fingers claw at the duvet. Yuuji wants to know what they would feel like against his back, his chest, his shoulders—

Megumi’s exhales are harsh and heavy as he struggles to collect himself. Yuuji’s strokes are slow and measured as he smears the precome beading at the head of his cock down the rest of his length. He tightens his grip as he finds a steady rhythm, savoring each little hitch in his partner’s breathing.

He runs his thumb along a prominent vein down the side of his shaft, and Megumi throws an arm over his eyes as he gasps out a moan. His face is buried into the crook of his arm as he pants into the air.

“Don’t hide your face from me,” Yuuji purrs as he presses his cheek against the discoloration spotting his thigh. “I want to see your reactions. How else am I supposed to know I’m doing a good job?”

Megumi sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. He lifts his arm just high enough for Yuuji to catch the glare of his green eyes as he rasps, “You don’t need me to look at you while you’re touching me, my body reacts enough for you to get the picture; you just like seeing what you do to me.”

A bright grin stretches across Yuuji’s face, tugging his expression into something smug and satisfied. “Is that so bad?”

Megumi tries to pull off a scowl, but the ruddy color of his cheeks and neck isn’t very convincing of his displeasure.

“I’ve never done this before, so everything I do is going to be based on how you react,” Yuuji murmurs softly, his hand still moving in time. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. If you want me to keep going, tell me.”

Megumi’s eyebrows furrow. “What are you—?”

Yuuji leans forward and licks a long stripe up the base of his cock. Megumi throws his head back against his pillow, and the moan he lets out is the loudest noise he’s let slip all night.

Megumi slaps a hand over his mouth, eyelashes fluttering as Yuuji takes him fully into his mouth. The hand that had been clutching at the duvet instantly darts to Yuuji’s head, ruffling the already disheveled pink tufts even more.

The sharp tug of his hair makes Yuuji groan around Megumi’s cock. The tremors ripple through Megumi, and he drops his other hand to his partner’s head, threading all ten fingers through rosy hair.

“Holy fuck, Yuuji,” he chokes out. He strokes Yuuji’s hair between the pads of his fingers, affection dousing every gentle touch of his hands as he watches Yuuji suck him off. “Holy shit, you—Christ, you’re something else—”

Yuuji swirls his tongue around the head, feasting on the knowledge that he’s pleasing his partner. He’d thought that Megumi would taste saltier based on what he’d heard about giving head, but he just tastes like skin and sweat.

Yuuji presses his thumbs into the hickeys he’s left on Megumi’s thighs, the heightened sensitivity making Megumi snap his teeth together as he bites back a growl.

Megumi watches him with an open mouth and half-lidded eyes, looking like a wet dream. His breathing is still heavy, but he’s adjusted to the feeling of Yuuji’s mouth on him. His nails gently drag across Yuuji’s scalp as he tenderly runs his thumb over the slope of Yuuji’s cheekbone to the corner of his eye.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps as Yuuji works his mouth and hand in tandem, the swell of Megumi’s cock pressing against the inside of his cheek. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Yuuji.”

It makes Yuuji’s head thick with lust and desire as they watch each other, eyes locked. Megumi’s nostrils flare as he struggles to keep his voice low. Yuuji wants to see how far he’ll go to keep quiet.

He opens his mouth wider and drags his tongue up the base of his cock as he readjusts his hands around the back of Megumi’s thighs. Megumi’s breathing stumbles, but he’s otherwise composed.

Alright then, Yuuji silently decides. Time to kick it up a notch.

He moves his hands further up his thighs to grip his ass and hips, hauling Megumi slightly off the bed to thrust up into his mouth.

Megumi slams a hand to the mattress, fingernails clawing at the duvet. “Holy shit, Yuuji, what are you—I can’t—”

Yuuji pulls off, spit and saliva dripping in a long strand to connect him to Megumi’s dick. 

“I can and I want you to. I have next to no gag reflex,” he explains, panting warm breath over the head of his cock. “I want you to fuck my mouth, I can take it.”

Yuuji doesn’t wait for an answer before diving back in. He sucks Megumi back down and lifts Megumi’s hips again, forcing his cock further past his lips and down his throat.

Megumi throws his head back against the pillow, black hair spread out like a fan across the pillowcase and sticking to the sweat along his brow. Yuuji has him thrust into his mouth again, groaning as his tongue slides across the sensitive skin.

“Megumi, please,” Yuuji begs, barely intelligible with how full his mouth is.

“Fuck, alright, alright,” Megumi hisses as he readjusts his grip on Yuuji’s hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so adventurous during our first time, but fuck, I won’t complain about it.”

He grinds up into Yuuji’s waiting and wanton mouth. Yuuji whines as he finally gets the pressure he’s been begging for. Megumi goes slowly at first, but Yuuji bobs his head at the speed he chooses. His eyes flutter shut as he takes his partner over and over and over, shivering each time Megumi tugs at his hair to keep him in place.

Yuuji’s never given a blowjob before, but he already feels desperate to taste Megumi again and again.

He presses his hips against the side of the bed, desperate to relieve the ache of his clothed erection as he deepthroats Megumi’s.

“Christ, you’re incredible,” Megumi quietly growls into the smoldering heat between them. “Fuck, Yuuji, you’re taking me like a dream. You feel so good, baby, so wet and warm around my cock; you’re doing so good for me.”

A short whimper falls from Yuuji as his brows knit together, determined to keep chasing the high of Megumi’s praise, to keep being good for him until he comes in Yuuji’s mouth and on his face. He wants to taste him— needs to taste him on his tongue.

Megumi’s thumb runs along the seam of his lips, picking up speed as he thrusts harder into Yuuji’s hot, open mouth.

“That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well,” Megumi says hoarsely. He sounds close to shattering. “Just a little bit more, Yuuji, I’m so close—”

Yuuji ruts against the bed. His cock is still firmly trapped beneath his jeans, and he’s going to go insane if he can’t rub one out while the most gorgeous man in the world is using his mouth.

Tears prick at the corner of his eyes as Megumi tightens his grip on his hair. He holds Yuuji’s head in place as he flattens his feet to the bed and thrusts up, a trail of low moans and groans falling from his clenched teeth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Yuuji. Where do you want me?”

Yuuji is practically panting against his cock, breathless and pliant and moaning around the weighty length of him.

Megumi chuckles, but it’s stuttered and needy. “Do you want me to come in your mouth? Would that be good for you, baby? My cum in your mouth, running down your throat?”

Yuuji’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. He makes a guttural sound.

Please, please, please, please—

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you what you want.”

Megumi doesn’t stop fucking his mouth. The hot, wet shlick of his cock pushing past his lips drives Yuuji crazy, head lolling as he digs his fingers into the meat of his ass.

More.

“F-Fuck, Yuuji, I’m—” Megumi chokes out as his hips stutter. He throws his head back against the pillow, back arching against the mattress as he comes into the thick heat of Yuuji’s mouth.

Yuuji whines as something hot and bordering on salty splashes against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It’s more than he had been expecting, and he can’t swallow it quickly enough before his mouth is full.

He pulls off and cum splatters across his face, dripping from his lips up to his hairline.

He holds some of it in his mouth as he gasps out a couple of long, deep breaths before swallowing. He can feel something wet and sticky trailing up his face, clinging to his skin and left eyebrow, but he looks to Megumi first.

Megumi’s chest is heaving with the comedown of his orgasm. He runs a hand through his dark hair, pulling it up off his forehead. His green eyes meet Yuuji’s honeyed gaze, and he melts beneath the eye contact.

“You–” Megumi gasps between heavy breaths. “Are you okay?”

Yuuji nods slowly, in a daze as he takes in what just happened. He licks his lips and tastes Megumi on his tongue.

“I’m good,” he rasps. “That was fuckin’ awesome, holy shit. Was it good for you?”

Megumi laughs, and it’s the loudest he’s allowed himself to be the entire night. It brightens every part of Yuuji, and it feels like the sun is shining between his ribs instead of his pounding heart.

“Yes, it was good, Yuuji,” Megumi says with a grin. His hand is still pressed to his forehead. “It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. You were—”

His ears burn red.

“You were insane. You were making me insane. I can only hope it was good for you in return.”

Yuuji laughs in response. He turns his head away and wipes up the rest of the cum sticking to his skin with his thumb before he feels something hit his elbow. He glances back to see Megumi holding up a tissue box for him.

“I almost came in my pants,” Yuuji laughs nervously as he plucks a few tissues and cleans his face off. “You were so hot, I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Jesus, Yuuji, if you had trouble breathing, you should have said something.”

“No, no, it was good, it was hot.”

Megumi’s face burns as his expression twists into one of surprise. “I didn’t know you were this… kinky.”

“I don’t think it’s that kinky.” Yuuji rubs the back of his neck as he glances at Megumi out of the corner of his eye. “So… What do you want to do next?”

Another soft smile slowly creeps along Megumi’s face. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Yuuji’s dick jerks in his pants. He must look like a bobblehead with how intently he nods in agreement. “Fucking hell, Megumi, of course I do.”

“And you’re ready for more?”

“Absolutely. Are you?”

Megumi stares at him for a moment, his eyes flickering over Yuuji’s form. “Come here.”

Yuuji swallows. His dick twitches in his pants, but he’s obedient in following Megumi’s instructions when he talks like that.

The mattress dips beneath his knee as he crawls back onto the bed. Megumi sits up to meet him halfway, undressing Yuuji with his eyes as their noses brush. His hand snags on the edge of the duvet and top sheet, dragging it back as he gives in to the silent plea in Yuuji’s eyes, begging him to kiss him.

Yuuji wonders if Megumi can taste himself on his tongue, but if he can, he doesn’t seem to mind. He licks into Yuuji’s mouth with deft precision, drawing him closer as he leans forward on his hands.

Finally, Megumi pulls away, and Yuuji immediately misses him. He pouts at the loss, but the low flame in Megumi’s eyes keeps him entranced.

Megumi’s hands run down Yuuji’s torso until his fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt. Yuuji tosses it off in one swift motion.

There’s a sharp inhale from Megumi, followed by a heavy exhale. He greedily takes in the sight of Yuuji’s chest, eyes catching on his abdomen, pectoral muscles, and collarbone.

Praise me, Yuuji silently begs. Tell me how good you think I look.

Unfortunately for him, Megumi has a nasty habit of making him work for his praise, but Yuuji doesn’t mind it so much. He enjoys the chase.

Megumi scooches closer to get his hands on the button of his jeans. He maintains eye contact as he works his zipper and begins to roll his pants down. Yuuji sucks in a low breath, and once Megumi reaches his thighs, he takes over. He’s quick to shuck them off the rest of the way, kicking them off the side of the bed.

With the sheets now pulled back and Yuuji stripped of his clothing, Megumi points to the bed. “Lie down.”

Yuuji swallows, throat dry, but obeys without question. It’s intimidating being naked in Megumi’s bed, knowing that he’s going to be inside of him in just a few minutes. The thought is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

Yuuji’s breath catches in his throat when Megumi swings a leg over his lap, straddling his waist. His ass is close enough that it brushes against Yuuji’s hard cock whenever he moves, and the skin-on-skin is almost too much for Yuuji to think clearly. His hands tremble as he rests them on Megumi’s porcelain thighs, causing Megumi to chuckle.

“Are you nervous?”

“I’m about to have sex with the most attractive person I’ve ever met, of course I’m nervous,” Yuuji mumbles under his breath.

Megumi smirks down at him. “Flatterer. There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’m already in love with you, a shitty first time isn’t going to change that.”

Yuuji’s eyes dart away from where he’d been admiring his partner’s body up to his face. “You think it’s going to be shitty?”

“No, dumbass,” Megumi snorts with a roll of his eyes. “I have utter confidence you’ll be able to deliver. I’m just saying that even if it was bad, I’d still love you enough to teach you until you’re able to put up a capable performance.”

Yuuji’s eyebrows pinch together and his mouth falls into a wry smile. “Well, now I have to prove how good of a lay I am. I’m gonna rock your world, Megumi.”

“Not right now, you’re not.”

Yuuji stills. “Come again?”

“Oh, believe me, I will, but you’re going to have to wait. You’re not allowed to touch me until I say so.” Megumi’s smile turns sly as he gently tosses Yuuji’s hands off his thighs. “This is for teasing me and not getting on with it when I told you to.”

Yuuji gapes up at him, the plush pillow beneath his head doing little to comfort him. “How am I supposed to not touch you when you’re sitting naked on my lap?”

“Not my problem. Grab the pillow or the sheets if you need to. Just don’t grab me.”

A low whine rumbles in Yuuji’s throat. “You’re cruel. I give you a mindblowing blowjob and you decide to torture me in return.”

Megumi leans forward just close enough for their noses to brush.

The muscle in Yuuji’s jaw flexes as he clenches his teeth. He knows Megumi is baiting him to reach out and touch or kiss him, but he isn’t foolish enough to break his rules. It will only make him draw this out longer.

“I’m going to finger myself open for you, and you’re going to sit here are watch,” Megumi instructs in a low voice, his eyes never drifting from Yuuji’s face. “Understand?”

Yuuji nods. He drops his arms to the bed and curls his fingers into the sheets.

Megumi smirks. “Good. Now reach into my bedside drawer and hand me the lube.”

Their eye contact doesn’t break once as Yuuji pulls open the drawer and rifles through until he feels what he prays is the right bottle. Megumi takes it from him with an even expression and doesn’t hesitate to pour some onto his fingers.

Yuuji’s eyes track the motion of his fingertips rubbing together, heartbeat elevating.

Almost there.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Megumi muses as he reaches behind himself. His breath comes out a bit heavier after he says it, and Yuuji’s fingers twitch in the sheets.

“Not much of a talker in bed,” he mumbles halfheartedly.

Yuuji has to force the words out, desperate to keep himself together as Megumi's arm flexes with each pump inside himself. He feels erratic. He can’t keep his eyes in one place for long before they’re moving on to take in some other part of Megumi’s body.

Megumi hums. “How am I meant to know that you’re enjoying yourself?”

“I won’t enjoy myself until I get my hands on you, so there’s a slim chance of that happening.”

“Don’t be petty. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t touch me until after I come.”

Yuuji shifts underneath him. His dick catches on Megumi’s fingers, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He reaches one hand back behind his head to cling onto the pillow.

“Fucking hell, Megumi, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Megumi tries to laugh, but it comes out as more of a moan. “I hope not. I plan on spending a decent part of my future with you, so don’t go dying on me just yet.”

His head lolls forward, and he breathes out a shaky exhale. He starts to grind forward, his cock rubbing against Yuuji’s stomach, and he goans softly.

Yuuji bites his tongue. He can’t take his eyes off Megumi’s flushed cheeks and ruddy neck.

He desperately wants to touch him.

Megumi rolls his hips forward, creating a consistent rhythm. He rubs his ass up against Yuuji’s hard dick every few seconds, and the brief yet consistent stimulation makes Yuuji’s head spin.

“Megumi,” Yuuji whines out, “Megumi, please—”

“No, not yet.”

He makes a low, keening noise in the back of his throat. “Then when?”

“When I say so, now let me focus so you can fuck me.”

Megumi’s cock is slick with precome, dripping down his length to rub against Yuuji’s stomach. It feels hot and wet and heavy, and Yuuji wonders—not for the first time—what it would feel like inside of him.

Yuuji licks his lips.

Later.

Megumi’s soft breaths come out heavier and heavier as he fucks himself on his fingers. He blinks down at Yuuji with half-lidded green eyes filled with pleasure.

It takes everything in Yuuji to grab the pillow under his head with his other hand instead of Megumi’s waist.

“Good boy,” Megumi murmurs softly. He presses his ass back against his fingers and gasps when Yuuji’s dick catches between the cleft of his cheeks. “Fuck, you’re being so good for me right now, Yuuji.”

Megumi leans in closer, his mouth softly brushing against Yuuji's chest. Yuuji’s hips jump at the new contact, but when Megumi only moans instead of reprimanding him, he does it again.

He’s been getting next to no stimulation on his dick, but when he thrusts up, he can just feel Megumi’s ass and lower back. It’s fucking torture to get so little while the man of his dreams is actively grinding back against him. 

Megumi mouths along his pecs and collarbone as he rolls his hips. He gazes into Yuuji’s eyes as he pants into the air between them—looking the way Yuuji has pictured in every dirty dream of his—and presses a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

It steals the air from Yuuji’s lungs.

The way Megumi is looking at him isn’t solely carnal lust; there’s a devotion bleeding through into the way his skin is flushed, love and affection putting stars in his eyes. The way he looks at Yuuji can only mean one thing.

I love you.

Yuuji blinks up at him, and his heart feels overwhelmed with emotion.

“Me, too,” he whispers against Megumi’s lips.

Megumi blinks at him before bringing his free hand up to seal their mouths together, his fingers gently guiding Yuuji to turn his head the way he likes to be kissed. They move slowly, sighing as they savor the taste of each other.

Yuuji’s arms tremble with the effort of keeping his hands to himself. His face is pinched as he chases Megumi’s lips, desperate to touch him even if it’s only with his mouth. Megumi draws further away, and Yuuji breathes out a needy whine.

Megumi snickers at his petulance. He looks up at Yuuji’s hands buried in the pillowcase before leaning in just close enough for him to breathe out, “Touch me, Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s hands fly off the pillow, one threading through Megumi’s dark hair as he holds the back of his neck and the other reaching forward to grope at his thighs and ass.

The determined press of their mouths makes Megumi groan into the kiss, dipping into a deeper moan when Yuuji grabs at one of his cheeks and pulls them further apart. The sound makes Yuuji thrust his hips up again, and he nearly cries out when he hits Megumi’s fingers still plugging up his entrance.

“Fuck,” Yuuji croaks out before forcing his mouth shut. He cannot wake Megumi’s family up. He’ll never be able to live with the embarrassment if he rouses them with the noises Megumi is drawing out of him.

Megumi shushes him with a trembling shh. He presses a feather-light kiss to Yuuji’s jaw as he removes his fingers from his entrance, only to wrap around Yuuji’s cock, sending a shiver down his partner’s spine.

Megumi lifts himself off of Yuuji’s waist to bring his cock in front of him. He touches Yuuji with slow, measured strokes, his eyes roving over his partner’s face to see every little reaction his hands are pulling from him.

“Condom,” Megumi rasps hoarsely, his pace never faltering. “Yuuji, I need a condom.”

Yuuji practically tosses it at him as he fumbles for it on the bed. Megumi tears it open with his teeth and is frustratingly slow as he rolls it down Yuuji’s length. He drips more lube onto his cock, the sound of wet skin slipping over latex. Yuuji thrusts up into his waiting hand and groans behind clenched teeth.

“You really are desperate for it, aren’t you?” Megumi hums thoughtfully. He twists his wrist at just the right angle for Yuuji to jolt beneath his touch. “You were so needy in the bathroom… I should have known you’d be just as insatiable and impatient while waiting for me to fuck myself on your cock.”

“Fuck, Megumi, please—”

“I know, I know, I’m getting there,” Megumi croons as he runs his other hand up and down Yuuji’s abdomen, caressing the muscles flexing beneath his touch.

He gives Yuuji one more stroke before lifting himself onto his knees. He sinks back onto Yuuji’s cock and a deep, throaty groan falls from his lips like wine from a bottle spilled on the floor.

Molten heat envelops Yuuji as Megumi slowly drops onto him. The only reason he doesn’t immediately cry out Megumi’s name is because he’s turned his head to tear into the pillow with his teeth. He moans into the cotton pillowcase as Megumi takes him to the base.

Megumi is fucking tight, and the way he’s squeezing around Yuuji’s cock is pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” Megumi whispers in a voice bordering on a whine. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, but he doesn’t stay in place. He rolls his hips forward before falling back onto Yuuji’s cock and makes short, quiet noises of pleasure as he writhes.

Yuuji is still biting the pillow when he remembers that he’s allowed to touch him. He grabs at Megumi’s thighs, palms like a hot brand against his skin as he massages the muscles with his fingers. His tanned skin is a flattering contrast to the fair porcelain of Megumi’s thighs, and Yuuji wonders how good they must look right now.

Megumi lifts himself up onto his knees again, just an inch or two, before falling back down with an invigorating smack. The two of them moan in unison as Megumi rides him in earnest, lifting himself up only to sink back down onto Yuuji’s hot, hard length.

“Fuck, Yuuji, baby,” Megumi hisses as he moves up and down Yuuji’s cock. He presses a hand to his abdomen to keep his balance, tossing his head back. “God, you feel so fucking good, Yuuji—you’re filling me up so good, you’re so fucking big—”

Yuuji’s hips jerk up at the praise, causing Megumi to cry out briefly before biting back the wanton noise.

“Do that again.” Yuuji’s voice is so rough it sounds like it’s been dragged over gravel. “Make that noise again.”

Megumi shakes his head, breathing heavily. “We have to be quiet—”

Yuuji thrusts up again, and Megumi nearly falls forward onto his chest, bracing himself on Yuuji’s pectoral muscles.

“Megumi… I want to hear you.” Yuuji whispers it like a prayer.

Megumi’s eyes slowly blink open, and he looks down at Yuuji’s flushed chest and wandering hands. His eyes spark with mischief and excitement.

“Then I guess you’ll have to make me.”

Yuuji stares up at him like a disciple in worship of his deity.

A low, gruff growl rumbles in the back of his throat at the challenge. He plants his feet onto the mattress and thrusts his hips up, nearly knocking Megumi over.

Megumi’s eyes roll as Yuuji pounds into him relentlessly, taking him over and over and over again. Megumi falls forward, the two of them now pressed chest to chest, and presses his hands to the bed on either side of Yuuji’s head.

Yuuji watches every little microexpression that flits over his face; a shifting canvas of ecstasy, determination, and need.

Megumi looks down at him, eyelashes fluttering as Yuuji fucks him. He breathes out a harsh puff of air before throwing his body back to meet Yuuji’s brutal thrusts. His ass slaps against Yuuji’s thighs as he grinds backwards. His mouth falls open as he takes Yuuji deeper, and his breaths of pleasure grow more audible with each subsequent meeting of their hips.

The sight of Megumi’s long, black hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes makes Yuuji feral. He runs his hands up the length of Megumi’s thighs before cupping his ass and pulling him down onto his cock with renewed vigor.

Megumi bites down hard on his lip, cutting off the frantic yelp that erupts from him. Yuuji nearly does the same thing, but Megumi muffles the sound with his lips. He licks into Yuuji’s mouth desperately, sighing and shivering as Yuuji takes him apart, piece by piece.

“Ah—” Megumi gasps into the kiss. He pulls back, but his undulations don’t cease. “Fuck, Yuuji, you’re doing so good. You feel so good inside me, you’re filling me so— Oh, right there—”

His voice peters off as Yuuji digs his teeth into his neck. He licks and sucks at Megumi’s collarbone, a fierce need to bite and mark Megumi as his own turning his gut supernova. He growls against Megumi’s skin as he kisses up the length of his neck.

“Fa-Faster,” Megumi hisses. “Come on, baby, I need it—”

Yuuji moves one of his hands to firmly grip his waist, fingers wrapping tightly around his hipbone as he pulls Megumi down onto his cock.

Megumi folds in his arms, toppling forward to lay draped over his chest as he holds his ass in the air. Yuuji doesn’t falter in his thrusts; he plunges into Megumi with unwavering intensity as he kisses him under his jaw.

A long, low groan warbles from Megumi. “Yes, that’s it, Yuuji, right there—”

The arch of his back paired with the determination of his backward thrusts turns Yuuji’s brain to mush. His eyes roam over sweat-dappled skin flushed pink from the relentless exercise and movement, his hair sticking to different parts of his neck, forehead, and cheeks.

Gorgeous, Yuuji thinks to himself. He’s completely gorgeous, the most beautiful person in the world.

“M-Megumi,” Yuuji chokes out. “I’m close—”

“No,” Megumi snarls with startling ferocity. He plants one of his hands back onto the bed as another level of support to keep the angle of Yuuji’s cock to perfectly hit his prostate. “No, not until I come. I’m coming first.”

Yuuji releases a quiet, yet frustrated sigh. “B-But this is going to be your second orgasm; I haven’t even come once—”

“And you won’t come at all if you keep this up,” rumbles Megumi’s sharp growl. He levels Yuuji with a vicious glare, which only serves to push Yuuji closer to the edge. “Now fuck me.”

Yuuji is obedient to a fault when it comes to Megumi’s don’t fuck with me tone. It’s unfairly sexy, and he’s weak to doing whatever Megumi says when he says it like that. He abandons his post at his partner’s ass and hip to wrap both arms around his torso, holding him firmly in place as he fucks into him.

The repeated stimulation sends tremors through Megumi as he reaches his climax. He keens against Yuuji’s chest with a quiet but high-pitched whine as he orgasms, cum splattering up their stomachs and decorating their skin with translucent pearls.

Yuuji doesn’t stop after Megumi comes, and Megumi doesn’t ask him to.

He keeps his ass in the air as Yuuji uses him, sinking vigorously into him even as he clenches tightly around his length.

“Y-Yuuji,” Megumi rasps into his chest. “Yuuji, come for me, baby. Come inside me.”

Yuuji’s rhythm stutters at the command; at the love of his life whispering his name so sweetly.

He shoots into the condom. His thrusts waver as his body quivers from his orgasm, but he still holds Megumi tightly against him. He sucks in a shallow breath as he presses small kisses into the side of Megumi’s face on the comedown.

Finally, the tremors stop, and Yuuji flops his legs back down onto the bed. His cock slips out of Megumi—pulling another heady sigh from his partner—but he takes Megumi’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to press a firm kiss to his lips.

Megumi sighs into the kiss, and if Yuuji wasn’t holding his chin, he’s certain he would flop back onto Yuuji’s chest.

Yuuji brings his other hand up to cup his face. He cards his fingers through Megumi’s hair and prays that Megumi grasps just how much he loves him.

When Yuuji finally pulls away, Megumi looks at him with slow blinks. He laughs softly to himself and murmurs, “When you blush hard enough, it spreads down your neck all the way to your stomach. Red is a good color on you.”

Yuuji’s ears burn with heat at the compliment. He just gave Megumi the dicking of a lifetime, and yet he’s still flustered when it comes to such a blatantly flirtatious compliment.

Megumi laughs quietly at his flustered expression before shifting and sliding off Yuuji’s chest. Yuuji immediately misses his warmth, but he doesn’t have to look far for it. Megumi collapses beside him, eyes fluttering shut as he catches his breath. Yuuji watches him from the corner of his eyes, captivated by every angle of his boyfriend.

His muscles have a satisfying ache to them as he stands to tie off the condom and gently drop it into the garbage can under Megumi’s desk. He grabs a handful of tissues from the desk and wipes off his stomach as well, but when he turns to clean Megumi up as well, he finds his partner already watching him. 

He nearly jumps at the unexpected attention. “Oh—Hi.”

The corner of Megumi’s mouth tilts up ever so slightly. “Hi.”

Yuuji flexes his fist around the tissue in his hand. Megumi isn’t very subtle in the way his eyes are roving over his body, clear appreciation in his gaze. Yuuji knows he’s well-muscled and fit, but if he hadn’t literally just been inside Megumi, he’d be feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Here, let me—” he forces out before cutting himself off with a sharp shake of his head to return to the bed and wipe the residue from Megumi’s stomach.

Megumi’s eyes flicker over his face. “You’re an attentive partner.”

Yuuji shrugs. “I try to be. What’s the point in sleeping with someone if you’re not going to treat them well?”

“Some people are into the whole degradation thing.”

“Are you?”

“No,” Megumi replies instantly. “I like calling the shots. It’s a good thing you don’t seem to mind following instructions.”

Yuuji tosses the soiled tissues into the garbage. “I live to please; please you, specifically.”

“I won’t complain about that.”

Yuuji grins at the comment and falls back into bed beside Megumi, relishing in the warmth against his side. He looks over to see Megumi staring up at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking about?”

Megumi presses his mouth into a thin line. He glances at his partner before returning to the ceiling. “How long it will take before our refractory periods are over.”

“Seriously?” Yuuji snorts.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you?”

A shiver runs down Yuuji’s spine. “I was hoping not. It’s late, but I’ve still got one in me.”

“Good, because I was wondering…” Megumi’s voice trails off as he bites his lip. “How do you feel about receiving?”

Yuuji blinks at him. “Like… bottoming?”

“Yes. Because I’m going to be honest with you, Yuuji, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the first night we met.”

“So I’ve heard,” Yuuji mumbles as his face heats. He runs his tongue over his upper lip. “I’ve thought about it.”

Megumi’s gaze breaks away from the ceiling to meet his eyes. “You have?”

Yuuji nods. His gut churns with heat as flashes of Megumi bent over him run through his head. “Yep.”

“Okay, well, is it something you’d be interested in trying?” Megumi asks as he sits up. “I’m going to need more than ‘I’ve thought about it.’”

“I want to do it.” He’s certain he wants to do this, but the wavering in his voice must not sound very convincing because Megumi still looks unsure.

“Are you sure?” Megumi asks softly. There’s zero judgment in his tone or his expression. “You’ve never bottomed before—”

Yuuji’s face heats. His skin ignites a vibrant crimson as Megumi gazes kindly down at him, and Yuuji doesn’t know why he feels embarrassed.

Megumi quirks an eyebrow. “Have… you?”

Yuuji swallows before answering, “I dated a girl with a strap once. It wasn’t… unpleasant.”

“Just spit it out, Yuuji, did you like it or not? If you weren’t into it, you don’t have to force yourself—”

“No, I—” Yuuji cuts himself off with a frustrated groan. “It was—I can see why people like it, okay?”

Megumi frowns. “You’re not exactly making a convincing argument.”

“I know, I’m just embarrassed!”

“Why? I just had your dick in my ass. Do you see me being bashful about taking it?”

Yuuji claps both hands over his face. He knows he can’t hide how flustered he is, so he resolves to be honest.

“That’s not it, either,” he sighs. He peeks out between the gaps in his fingers. “I just… It’s obvious that I really like it.”

Megumi’s eyebrows arch high on his forehead before he narrows his eyes again. “How so?”

“Don’t make me say it…”

“If you’re embarrassed about being desperate and needy, that ship has sailed. You’re not much better when you’re topping. Assertiveness does not come easily to you during sex.”

“Megumi.”

“I like that you’re so eager to please. It’s sexy.”

Yuuji blinks up at him with wide, round eyes. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Don’t go fishing for compliments now. You know that I find you frustratingly attractive. If I’d been more determined the day we met, I would have had you beneath me that same night.”

Yuuji’s dick twitches at the easy confidence of Megumi’s words. “R-Really?”

Megumi nods, his mouth twisting into an easy smile. “I know my assets. And I can be rather forward when I want to be.”

“That’s true,” Yuuji mumbles softly. “You are really hot when you’re confident.”

Megumi rests his hand on Yuuji’s abdomen, right over his stomach. “Am I?”

Yuuji nods slowly. His eyes never leave his partner’s face.

“Yuuji…” Megumi says his name softly. It sends shivers down his spine. “Are you ready to go again?”

Yuuji nods again, more vigorously this time.

“Yes,” he answers hoarsely. “I always want you.”

The only sign that he’s affected Megumi is the flush of red spreading over his ears.

He splays his fingers across Yuuji’s stomach, idly moving them in small circles that barely graze the skin. It’s tantalizing all on its own, even without the half-lidded expression on Megumi’s face.

“Do you want me to tell you what I want?” Megumi asks coyly.

“Absolutely.”

“I want to watch you finger yourself open for me, and then I want to fuck you until you cry. Can you do that for me?”

Yuuji is certain his shock doesn’t go unnoticed. The request blows his eyes wide open, but he isn’t put off by it in the slightest.

“Yes,” Yuuji nearly chokes the word out. His cock is already semi-erect from the teasing touches and attention from Megumi, but the blunt words make him crave so fiercely that he doesn’t need much else to get there.

Megumi runs his hand down to the patch of skin between his groin and upper thigh, fingertips gently grazing the sensitive nerves.

“Touch yourself for me, Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s throat aches with how dry it feels as he gulps down his arousal. His hands tremble as he reaches his hand out across the mattress to the now half-empty bottle of lube that had been tossed to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath, nearly flinging lube across the bed as Megumi runs his thumb down the divot of his V-line. He’s barely touching him, but Yuuji feels like he’s been dipped into an active volcano; Megumi’s hands strike sparks wherever he touches him.

Yuuji lingers on his rim with shaking fingers. He’s just about to brave the unexplored territory when Megumi settles a hand on his chest, stilling him.

“Hey,” Megumi says softly. The hunger in his eyes has dimmed into something more serious. “I want you to enjoy this just as much as I do. Don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Yuuji blinks up at him, and his heart swells.

“I want this,” he answers earnestly as he rests his free hand atop his partner’s. “I want you. I can do this, I just—I’m excited.”

A low chuckle falls from Megumi, softening his entire face. “I’ll try to fulfill your expectations as best as I can.”

“It’ll be perfect.”

“I don’t know about that…”

“Hold up, let me clarify: it will be perfect because it’s you.”

Megumi watches him for a moment, green eyes dancing over his face before he leans in to press a firm kiss to Yuuji’s mouth. It’s nothing overtly sensual or arousing, but Yuuji can taste devotion in his lips.

A low whimper falls from Yuuji as he pushes a finger past his rim. He tries to kiss Megumi back as best as he can, but the exploration of his inner walls takes priority.

A short spasm wracks his body as he adjusts to the sensation, and Megumi’s lips still. He pulls back in confusion, only for recognition to take its place once he looks at Yuuji’s face. He shifts further down on the bed closer to his partner’s thighs, but his gaze doesn’t leave Yuuji’s for more than a heartbeat.

He stares at Yuuji like he’s a feline stalking its prey—silent but patient to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Yuuji shivers beneath Megumi’s attention.  It doesn’t take long for him to add another finger. Those dark emerald eyes only spur him on as he spreads his fingers, desperate to open himself up faster and find out just how good Megumi is determined to make him feel.

It’s the first time his partner has ever truly fallen silent during their encounters. His breathing is irregular as he watches Yuuji, the muscle in his jaw is flexing over and over again with each fluctuating breath.

Yuuji blinks down the bed at him with half-lidded, bleary eyes.

Want you.

Want you.

Want you.

“M-M-Megumi.” The name feels heavy on his tongue. He can barely fumble the words out, “Want—I ne-need—I need you to touch me—”

Megumi’s prey drive kicks in, and he pounces. He looms over him as he presses his own slicked-up finger to Yuuji’s entrance, joining the two he already has stuffed inside himself.

A low, guttural moan is pulled from Yuuji at the added pressure. Megumi is moving faster than he had when first fingering himself open, his finger diving in and out with deliberate intent and precision. Yuuji bites his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, a high-pitched whine leaking out of the side of his mouth.

Megumi still hasn’t said a word. He watches Yuuji with wide, green eyes as he sinks down to press open, wet kisses to Yuuji’s thighs.

Yuuji shoves the meat of his thumb into his mouth. He bites down hard on the thick muscle and groans around the pain. His eyelids feel heavy as he pants hot air onto his skin, desperate to stay quiet as Megumi’s tongue laps at the mark he’d just bitten into the inside of his thigh.

Megumi’s hot breath falls over him like a summer mist, heady and wet. Yuuji can feel it at the base of his cock, and he chokes back another wanton noise.

“Yuuji,” Megumi rasps out in a voice laced thick with desire. He sounds just on the brink of losing control. “You feel so good around me, Yuuji, you’re so tight and hot around my fingers.”

He adds a second digit to the mix, making it four in total. Yuuji sucks in a sharp breath through his nose at the feeling of being stretched further, but he cries out when Megumi curls his fingers in just the right way.

“That’s it, baby,” Megumi praises breathlessly. “You sound so good for me. Are you that starved for attention? Do you want me to fuck you that badly? To feel me inside you?”

Each sentence is broken up with lips, tongue, and teeth marking up spots on Yuuji’s thighs. 

“Just a little bit more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, I need you to be nice and loose for me. Can you do that for me, Yuuji? Can you open up for me?”

Yuuji isn’t even moving his fingers anymore as Megumi spreads him wide. He’s too busy gasping out broken whines to try and make any meaningful contribution to prepping himself. His fingers remain buried inside himself, only serving to keep him stretched and to feel the slick glide of Megumi’s long, lithe fingers as he strokes his prostate.

Megumi chuckles, and it’s a low, dark sound that makes Yuuji’s breath catch in his throat. “You’re not even trying to be helpful… Leaving me to do all the work? Shame on you.”

A pitiful whine leaks out of Yuuji. “I-I-I—”

“Or is it that you like the thought of staying this tight for me? Tight and hot and squeezing around me as I fuck you…” Megumi sucks in a sharp hiss through his teeth. “Fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You feel so good around me, Yuuji, god, I want to fuck you so bad—”

“Please,” Yuuji nearly cries out. He’s grateful the rest of the house is asleep because if they’d been awake, they, without a doubt, would have heard him. “Megumi, please—I’m ready—”

“Fuck,” Megumi growls the word, his self-control breaking down. “Stroke yourself for me, baby. I’m almost done; let me see you fuck your fist for me.”

Yuuji doesn’t hesitate to pull his fingers out. He’s easy and obedient when it comes to Megumi, eager to follow his instructions and please him. He strokes himself vigorously, pumping himself over and over while Megumi feasts with hungry eyes.

“Look at you…” Megumi murmurs softly, eyes flitting between his partner’s face and his hard, aching cock. “You’re a fuckin’ dream, Yuuji.”

He sucks another violet mark into the soft flesh of Yuuji’s inner thigh.

It makes Yuuji break first. “Megumi, please—”

Megumi presses a light, gentle kiss atop the mark. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

Yuuji misses his fingers the moment they slip from his entrance. He whines at the loss but regains his feral eagerness when he sees Megumi slowly stroking himself as he watches Yuuji do the same.

“Megumi, I want you,” Yuuji gasps out, his fist speeding up in subconscious desperation. “I need you inside me, please—”

Megumi shifts forward, sending out shivers across Yuuji’s skin. He snags a condom from the mattress, and his hands shake as he rolls it down over his hard cock. “Fuck, Yuuji, I love it when you say my name like that.”

The new knowledge fills Yuuji’s chest with exhilaration. “Megumi—”

The sound of his name gets Megumi moving. He throws Yuuji’s legs over his thighs and holds a firm hand around himself as he presses against Yuuji’s rim. He pushes in with a low growl rumbling in his throat, but his pace is slow, giving Yuuji time to adjust and stretch around him.

Yuuji finds his voice as he cries out, but Megumi’s hand slaps over his mouth to muffle the sound. His fingers find purchase around Yuuji’s cheeks, thumb on his right cheek while the rest of his fingers drape across his left.

“Quiet,” Megumi rasps hoarsely. There’s no venom or anger in his voice, just a desperation to keep them from being heard as he pushes against Yuuji’s face, squishing the plush skin as Yuuji moans against his open palm. “Yuuji, w-we have to be quiet.”

Yuuji wiggles his hips, hoping to push Megumi’s cock deeper inside him. He receives his prize as Megumi thrusts the rest of the way in, Yuuji’s walls clenching around him at the shock of stimulation.

“Fuck, baby…” Megumi groans softly. He sits there for a moment, letting Yuuji adjust to the length of him before slowly pulling out slightly.  “Fuck, you feel incredible, you’re squeezing me so tight—”

He presses forward, and Yuuji moans against his hand as he takes him to the base again.

“I’m going to remove my hand, okay?” Megumi says breathlessly. His thrusts are still slow and measured as he speaks, unfaltering even as his long, dark eyelashes flutter lazily. “Try to stay quiet. I want nothing more than to hear you cry for me, but we have to stay quiet. You can be loud when we’re really alone.”

Yuuji nods half-heartedly, but relents. The thought of other people hearing how good they’re making each other feel is doing reckless things to his head, but he’d rather die than let Megumi’s sister or guardian hear them.

“Faster,” is the first thing out of Yuuji’s mouth once the hand has been lifted. He rolls his hips, desperate to take Megumi further. His voice walks along the edge of a whine as he begs, “Megumi, faster.”

Megumi’s throat bobs. “Fuck, okay, okay—I was trying to make this nice and slow for you, but—”

He pauses and gazes down at Yuuji with a feral wildness in his green eyes. “But you don’t want that, do you? You want it hard and fast and desperate, don’t you, Yuuji?”

Yuuji rolls his hips down again.

Yes, he prays silently.

Megumi readjusts his hands on the mattress. The sight of it sends shivers down Yuuji’s spine and across his bare skin.

Megumi does not hold back as he curls his lip and thrusts forward. The power behind his thrusts nearly pushes Yuuji up the bed, filling him so perfectly that Yuuji has to twist his head and bite the pillow to keep from screaming his name.

“Fuck,” Megumi practically growls. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Yuuji, you’re so tight and hot and slick around me—wet and soaking for me, you’re so good for me—”

Yuuji moans into the fabric stuffed between his teeth. He bites down fiercely, desperate to be good and stay quiet, but it’s easier said than done when Megumi is speaking to him like that.

A low chuckle draws Yuuji back to reality.

Megumi gazes down at him with a small tilt to his mouth. “Did you like that? You got so tight around me just now. Do you like being told how good you are?”

A whimper falls from Yuuji. Even if he could deny it, his body would betray him.

Megumi laughs again. “I should have known you’d enjoy praise. Don’t worry, I have plenty of it to offer.”

His hands come underneath Yuuji’s thighs, and suddenly his ass is lifting off the bed, pressing into Yuuji even deeper than before. Megumi leans over him, taking Yuuji’s hips with him. His legs are thrown over Megumi’s hips, thighs clenching tightly around his waist as he’s lifted from the mattress.

A thick, deep moan reverberates through the pillow between Yuuji’s jaws.

They share a deep breath, and then Megumi starts to move again. Short, sharp sounds of pleasure fall from Yuuji as Megumi fucks him hard and fast. One of Yuuji’s hands claws at his boyfriend’s shoulder and upper arm while the other pulls the pillow tighter against his mouth.

“Christ, Yuuji…” Megumi rasps. His thrusts are perfect as he fucks into him. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re taking me like you were made for it.”

He dips his head to Yuuji’s collarbone and uses his mouth as the fates intended; he leaves a trail of pink, red, and purple bruises in his wake, littered with teeth marks as he bites and nips at Yuuji’s chest and neckline.

“This is revenge for earlier,” he gasps into Yuuji’s neck. “Now we both match.”

Yuuji keens at his words. His hand scrambles up Megumi’s shoulder to bury itself in his thick nest of black hair. “Fuck, Megumi, I—”

Megumi shudders as he moans into Yuuji’s heated skin. “Fuck, baby, you sound—Christ, you’re so sexy—so hot and needy when you’re all worked up for me—”

Yuuji’s breaths are coming out in short bursts, rough and heady as he tries to keep his volume to a minimum.

“I love how you’re trying to stay quiet,” Megumi says before running his tongue across a fresh bite on Yuuji’s pectoral. “Trying not to beg me to fuck you when it’s right on the tip of your tongue.”

Yuuji’s nails dig into his skin, thin white lines dragging down Megumi’s scalp and neck. 

He does want that. He wants to be able to scream and moan and cry out for his partner without a care in the world. There’s so much he wants from Megumi and can’t say, so he limits himself to what he wants the most.

“I-I want you inside,” he half-gasps into the hot, humid air filling the room. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Megumi curls forward, fingers flexing against the bedsheets. His eyebrows are knitting together so tightly that Yuuji wonders if the seams will burst from the tension. For the first time, Megumi’s pace falters.

“Fuck, you almost made me come,” he groans open-mouthed against Yuuji's collarbone. “Asshole.”

Yuuji chuckles, lightly pulling at his hair. “I’m being serious. I wa—I want to feel you inside me.”

Megumi’s hand is a flash of ruddy porcelain as he takes Yuuji’s cock in his hand and jerks him in time with his thrusts. His breathing is heavy and long as Yuuji throws his head back, taking in the sight of him.

“Next time,” he’s barely able to choke out. He takes another few steadying breaths before growling, “Next time I’ll fill you up. You’ll take me so well until you’re dripping with me.”

Yuuji’s climax is fast and relentless. He was already on the edge, but the thought of Megumi’s cum leaking out of him forces his orgasm to rip through him like a bolt of lightning. He spills between their sweat-slicked bodies, crying out with unyielding intensity into the pillowcase.

“That’s it, baby,” Megumi murmurs, talking him through his climax. “You’re so pretty when you come for me, absolutely gorgeous.”

Yuuji’s head feels thick with the fog of orgasm, but he’s able to utter the single word, “Megumi—”

Both of Megumi’s hands move to grab him by the waist, and he snaps into Yuuji’s pliant body. Yuuji wails at the overstimulation, but he wants to feel— needs to feel Megumi use him however he wants until he finishes inside of him.

Yuuji nearly tears the pillow with his teeth as Megumi groans against his neck. His hips jerk as he reaches his climax, thrusting desperately into Yuuji as he shoots into the condom. His arms shake as he lifts himself up, hovering over his partner with hazy eyes filled with lust. He licks his lips before pressing his mouth to Yuuji’s.

Yuuji sighs into the kiss. He finally removes his hand from the pillow to thread through Megumi’s hair and pull him closer. Their kiss is slow and lazy, lingering and tasting each other as they follow their comedown.

“I love you,” Megumi whispers against his lips. “It might be corny to say it after sex, but I do. I love you.”

Yuuji feels lightheaded from the mix of dopamine and oxytocin flooding his bloodstream, only increased by Megumi’s admission.

“I love you, too,” he mumbles drowsily. “And I was born on the cob, I don’t mind corny. You know I’ve never been a snob about that sort of thing.”

Megumi lets out a soft snort. “Sap.”

“Mhm, and you’re a tree; I’m stuck to you like it.”

Megumi’s brow furrows in confusion.

Yuuji sighs. “Stuck like sap? Get it?”

It takes a moment for the joke to land, but Megumi rolls his eyes once it hits him. “You’re so lame.”

“You like me this way, we both know it,” Yuuji says with a sly grin. “You’ve admitted it out loud, so now there’s no way you can take it back.”

“Never. I know it makes you happy to hear it.”

“It does.” Yuuji smiles up at him, beaming, until he gets distracted by the sight of Megumi still buried inside of him. “So, I know I said that would be the last one for tonight, but I was thinking…”

Megumi barks out a laugh before leaning in to kiss him, pressing Yuuji deeper into the mattress, and Yuuji doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of how he tastes.