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Can anybody really sleep with the summer heat pressing its palm against Tokyo in the quietly buzzing night? Yuji Itadori sure can’t.
The window of the dorm was wide open, letting in the scent of moist flora, the sound of late buzzing insects - everything but a cool breeze. Yuji’s eyes were wide and alert, pink hair rumpled, his body sprawled all over the mattress with his shirt and shorts damp and sticking in unusual places to his body. He could hear the faint ticking of the clock opposite his bed, elevating his neck just a little to get a glance of the time – 2:25.
“Am I really going to lay here for another 5 hours?” Yuji thought to himself.
He tossed over onto his side, facing the doorway, trying to empty his mind of thoughts about the temperature and discomfort he felt. The doorway. Hold on. Maybe he could go for a walk and get himself a little tired and come back and fall asleep.
Yuji found his slippers and quietly stepped towards the door, slipping out of his dorm. He felt a bit lighter and fresher getting some movement in after laying for hours.
Hold on.
He had barely walked a couple steps when Yuji had made an abrupt stop at Megumi’s doorway. Perhaps Megumi was awake too, and they could dawdle and chat together. After all, no one would be sleeping in this heat anyways, and Yuji would make any excuse to be around Megumi.
Yuji thought about his dark messy hair matched his demeanour, always holding himself in a high and respectful manner towards others, and his seemingly slightly touchy and flirty behaviour to Yuji specifically enticed and interested him; he grew fond of Megumi because of this, his ‘crush’ amplifying every time there was a somewhat cheeky interaction between the pair.
Yuji slid his hand onto the door knob, slowly turning it and creeping into the room.
Megumi’s room was neat and tidy, almost efficient and practical, which he thought reflected his personality. He creeped around the closet to catch a glimpse at Megumi.
Yuji had never seen Megumi like this. Usually he would always be fully clothed in his sorcerer uniform, or his casual-wear would always be a plain black shirt and pants, but this was pure eye-candy; he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
The moonlight seemed to carefully sculpt every muscle of his slim, toned figure, illuminate every small detail and make his skin glow with a certain smoothness to it. Megumi’s hair was messy and let down, his face with a certain hardness in his sleep.
Ah. Megumi just looked perfect, if he could just run his hands all along his torso and trace lines along his jaw, maybe a trail of markings too, Yuji would definitely sleep well that night.
“Well he’s asleep, maybe I shouldn’t wake him up,” Yuji thought.
But he was so damn good to look at, Yuji couldn’t get his eyes away.
“Yuji..mfph..,”
Yuji froze. What was Megumi saying? Did he need help? Why was he mumbling his name in his sleep?
Yuji inched closer to the bed, could Megumi sense his presence here?
With a creak of the floorboard, Megumi turned over slowly, his eyes blearily opening up. With the register of Yuji's figure standing over him, his eyes snapped open.
“Itadori? What are you doing here,”
Uh oh. Yuji felt like a creep for watching him sleep, how would he justify this? Megumi sat up with a slightly concerned facial expression.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought maybe you couldn’t either, and I wanted to talk to you, but I came in here and you were saying my name, so maybe you needed help?”
Blood rushed to Megumi’s face, flushing it red. Yuji couldn’t see what the matter was.
“Um.. saying your name?,”
Yuji paused for a moment in confusion. “Yeah..? What’s wrong?”
Megumi swallowed. Yuji pulled a puzzled expression on his face. He sorted through his mind any reason why things would be off that he would need Yuji in his sleep – maybe a physical injury? Yuji scanned up and down his body, there seemed to be nothing wrong but– oh?
Through the thin bedsheets that were still covering Megumi’s legs, he could make out a bulge in his pants.
“Fuck. Couldn’t he just remove the bedsheets so I could get a better view?” Yuji thought to himself desperately.
The bulge combined with seeing Megumi shirtless and the inference of him having a dream about him was sending Yuji haywire, his heart was pumping and his mind filling with nasty thoughts and scenarios of taking it in his hand for his own, letting his saliva drip onto it and teasing the tip until he would beg to be sucked off.
“Did you just have a dream?” Yuji smiled.
Megumi gulped, he knew Yuji had definitely caught on, Megumi’s face flushed even more at the realization that he got caught.
“It’s nothing, Itadori, you should probably go back to sleep,” He uttered.
Yuji was enjoying this a little too much, growing a little hard himself at his stream of thoughts and the sight in front of him.
“Hmm, not unless you tell me what the dream was about first,”
Megumi’s eyes frantically darted around, his head making quick calculations before stuttering,
“No.. It was nothing important, I swear I-,”
Yuji had creeped up onto the bed, pulled the bedsheets off and brought a leg over Megumi's thighs, straddling his lap. Megumi fell silent at once, his eyes widening to watch Yuji.
There wasn’t anything to be said, nothing could be said even if Megumi wanted to – his voice seemed to disappear and his face was frozen as Yuji inched closer up to his cock.
Yuji could feel himself growing hard, slowly feeling Megumi's erection through his shorts, grinding his own dick up against Megumi’s. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, he whispered,
“How about we continue that dream you were having,”
Yuji’s lips grazed his ear and cheek, carefully monitoring Megumi’s reaction. His facial expression was softening into a sly smirk.
“We can make it better than the dream,”
They found each other’s lips frantically, moving and slipping tongues aggressively, sparing no time tasting each other, swapping saliva as if they would become one person. Yuji squeezed Megumi’s erection through his pants, and grinding it against his own hardening member, earning a small satisfied groan. Yuji tore off his already sticky shirt, he moved his mouth away from Megumi’s, connected by a string of saliva, slowly starting to leave a trail of kisses and marks down his neck, Megumi throwing his head back and groaning in satisfaction. He gripped onto Yuji’s back, working down his chest, with kisses and suckling of his nipples, earning a dig of the fingernails into Yuji’s back from Megumi.
Yuji’s hands were all over Megumi’s perfect, toned body, fingering and teasing the waistband of his pants, occasionally brushing his hand against his cock. He could see Megumi wincing, a pleading look on his face gradually showing with every touch. Yuji could feel Megumi growing larger, his dick standing up against his own stomach.
“Can you fucking touch me already,” Megumi begged.
Yuji licked his lips, continuing to run his fingers along his waistband and inner thighs.
“Only if you ask nicely,”
“Please, Itadori,”
“Beg for it,”
Megumi buried his head into Yuji’s chest, pleading “Please, Yuji Itadori, I want you to touch me, you can use me as I’m yours,”
Yuji smirked, slipping a hand into Megumi’s pants. He was rock hard, leaking with pre-cum, he moaned and winced with sensitivity every time Yuji would brush his thumb over the tip and frenulum.
Yuji raised his hand to Megumi’s mouth.
“Spit,”
Using Megumi’s own saliva, he slipped his hand back into Megumi’s pants and started to move his hand up and down, continuing to kiss him wet and messily, swirling each other's tongues around their mouths. Enough teasing, Yuji lifted Megumi’s hips to pull off his pants, finally being able to see his veiny cock with clear fluid leaking out of the pink tip. Taking his lips off Megumi’s, he moved his head in between his legs to drag his tongue along his inner thighs, slowly and stopping to give kisses and suckles on the skin moving up towards his dick. Putting his hand back on Megumi’s cock, he gently kissed up the shaft, cupping his balls simultaneously, sending Megumi haywire, his breathing getting heavier and moaning louder, before taking the entire length into his mouth.
“Fuucck, Itadori..,” Megumi moaned as he put his hands in Yuji’s pastel-pink hair.
“Are you trying to let everyone know that you’re getting sucked off?”
Everything else seemed to be shut out at this moment, all Yuji could feel was Megumi hitting the back of his throat, his hair being grabbed and gripped and the sweat of both their bodies mingling. Yuji was growing painfully hard at Megumi writhing underneath him and the moaning that he was earning from Megumi through the use of his own hands and mouth.
Megumi’s breathing was getting faster, his muscles tighter, gripping his hair harder. Yuji sucked harder, faster, earning increasingly louder moans, he could feel the orgasm building up in Megumi, he was going to release…
A dissatisfied groan left Megumi’s mouth as Yuji removed himself from Megumi’s cock, redder and twitching with the denied release.
“I’m not done with you just yet,”
Yuji groped around the bedside for a bottle and squeezed some cold gel on his fingers. Lifting Megumi’s legs up, he teased the opening before sliding one finger in, then two, curling his fingers back towards his stomach, Megumi practically screaming at this, the tip of his dick practically covered in pre-cum.
Yuji was too painfully hard at this point, more and more blood seemed to rush down with every groan, grab or whimper of Megumi’s. Megumi reached out to gently graze Yuji’s cock, it seemed to have its own heartbeat, and was almost too sensitive to touch.
Yuji took his own pants off, revealing his length, practically begging and needing to be touched. Squeezing on more lube, his hands cupping Megumi’s neck and bringing him closer, their eyes not leaving each others gaze, he slowly pushed into Megumi’s ass, the room filling with the sound of both of their satisfied moans, Megumi’s body arching back
“Fuck you feel so tight and good around my cock,” Yuji mumbled into Megumi’s neck
He messily thrusts into Megumi, Yuji biting in Megumi’s neck, their bodies slamming into each other, Yuji’s cock hitting the front wall of Megumi’s rectum repeatedly, sending a unique and overwhelming sensation of satisfaction and pleasure through his body.
“Itadori.. let me.. finish this time..” Megumi stuttered, his words breaking with every thrust, grabbing his own member and fisting it up and down fast.
The sensation was incredible, being stimulated in two places at once, Megumi bit his lip to avoid getting any louder, the build-up from the previous denied orgasm only added onto the tension.
Yuji had been waiting for this, pulling Megumi closer, the sound of skin hitting skin grew faster, echoing in the room, Megumi’s grip on Yuji’s back getting tighter, increasing panting and the muscles around his opening tightening around Yuji..
Megumi spurted a white sticky liquid all over both Yuji’s and his stomach and chest, the shock of his inside still being stimulated by the thrusts before Yuji himself released inside of Megumi, holding him tight, collapsing on top of him. The two boys were left sticky with sweat, panting and tired.
Yuji slowly pulled out of Megumi, it was wet, his opening leaking with cum.
“You were so good for me, Megumi,” Yuji leaned back over to kiss Megumi tenderly. “I think I can sleep peacefully now,”
Megumi looked up at him with a cheeky smile, fondling his neck, running his long fingers over his collarbones.
“Maybe we can get ourselves cleaned up first,”
Yuji smiled, leaning back down to Megumi’s torso to lick off all of the milky, salty liquid, leaving kisses behind all over.
“What about my ass?”
“What about it?”
“Are you going to clean that up too?”
“Maybe let’s sneak off to the showers together for that one,”
***
“What’s wrong with you Megumi, wearing such a high collar and long sleeves on a hot day like this,” Nobara mumbled through a mouthful of her breakfast.
Megumi’s face flushed, he pulled up the collar guiltily.
“Ah, Kugisaki, he’s just trying to hide the bruises he has,”
Nobara and Megumi’s face snapped around to see Gojo standing cheekily in the doorway.
“I think Megumi was having a fight with someone last night, there was a lot of hitting and screaming,” Gojo smirked. Even with his blindfold on, you could tell his eyes were alight with cheekiness.
Nobara seemed puzzled, staring at Megumi even harder as if she would get answers analyzing him.
“Megumi was fighting with who?” Yuji interjected, appearing right behind Gojo.
Megumi’s face flushed even more red, his hand covering his face.
“I think you would know, Yuji,” Gojo chimed happily
“You guys are looking too much into it, it’s just some bruises from the mission earlier this week..” Megumi mumbled
Nobara’s eyes darted between Megumi, Gojo and Yuji. Megumi. Gojo. Yuji. Oh.
She closed her eyes, putting two and two together before bursting out,
“YOU TWO ARE GROSS!”