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It started with a two-week long mission.
Something typical, routine. Yuji got the order, packed himself a sparse bag of strictly clothes and necessities, pressed his lips tightly to Megumi’s right before daybreak, and left to catch the first train out. Long missions for them weren’t new of course, Megumi had been sent out on his fair share of them— once a long three weeks spent in hotels and the muggy heat of the coast, where curses had gathered after an accident during a mid-summer festival.
That particular time wasn’t nearly as abysmal as this one though, for Megumi at least. Fourteen days and he had nothing to busy himself with, having at this point taken a “short” sabbatical from sorcery. Though the longer his little break went on, the more Megumi didn’t really want to go back and genuinely, couldn’t find a reason to.
Megumi had never really enjoyed his occupation, it was more for survival in the beginning anyway, and after everything that had happened, he’d mostly just been moving through the motions. Working dutifully in a shadow of his former purpose, which had never really been for him to begin with.
Now, his view on everything was different.
He hadn’t found fulfillment in sorcery for a year or so— hence the sabbatical. Originally, Megumi’s plan was to just take some time for himself, get his priorities straight and figure out some long-term goals, but he’d found quickly that none of the ideas he’d come up with, involved sorcery. It just didn’t make him happy, never did, and being happy was a desire for himself that Megumi had recently started to place weight to.
The most important thing to him, if he was being honest.
The real joy in his life came from being with Yuji, their life together. Reading under the covers during thunderstorms, feeling Yuji’s bare chest pressed against his side, hair ticking his skin, large warm hands smoothing over his thighs as his head rested on Megumi's shoulder. Seeing the golden gleam of sunlight in his eyes, shining in through the curtains and turning them into bright amber as they folded their laundry together. The soft scent of fresh linens mixing with whatever Yuji was cooking for dinner, enveloping their laughter between intentional conversations that now, he could get lost in.
Megumi craved the simple and domestic parts of their lives, that’s what really made him happy.
It wasn’t easy to admit or settle into at first, lounging around and living slowly, not after years of being on edge and always moving. Always just surviving. The more Megumi did though, let himself slip into the gentle air of doing only what he wanted, when he wanted, the more he relaxed into it. Letting himself breathe and embrace it, and more importantly he’d found over time, that he deserved this life.
Yuji was a big part of that, showing him how. Something about him that Megumi had always admired, how he could find purpose and joy in the smallest of moments, a quality that sparked a simple curiosity in Megumi. That he wanted to live that way too, his own version of it, and with the way Yuji loved him, eventually it came to him as easy as breathing.
Truthfully, Yuji pampered him in their relationship. Always making sure he knew how loved he was, in every action he took and word he spoke to him, and Megumi had reached a point in his life where the part of him that had once been so starved of love— hollow and yawning, was full. Megumi was sure that if he looked up the word “Lover” in the dictionary, Yuji’s smiling face would be plastered right next to it on the page, beaming back at him all the love he’d never realized he craved.
At first, when they were younger, their love was so desperate and aching, a gushing wound that bloodied their hands and mouths, causing this carnal desire that burned Megumi from the inside out— to have and to take, starving and needy. It was so new and tangled up in so much emotion, that there was a point where both body and soul— neither of them could tell the other apart from themselves.
Now though, that once loud and heavy to hold love had simmered to a low hum, one that always played in the background of their lives. It made itself known in the way Megumi made their bed, always making sure that Yuji’s blankets weren’t as thick as his own, because the other man ran hotter than Megumi did, stripping down to nothing but his boxers before climbing in beside him. And how Yuji always searched Megumi out through touch, resting his hand on the small of his back or his shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb in a soothing, grounding and reassuring manner.
It never did fade though, their love, it only shifted into something more natural and ever present, like birdsong in the early spring mornings or the rushing of water down a stream after it rains. Their love for each other grew between them quietly in whispers, breathing new life into it, blooming like jasmine in the moonlight that glowed through their windows and illuminated their bedroom.
Calm but steady, a force of its own.
Lying in bed alone while he was gone though, Megumi had learned what it meant to miss Yuji, in a way that he never had. The kind of longing that left him feeling every second as it dragged on, the quiet of the night making his head louder than anything else. Trains of thought that sprawled out for miles, traveling into places in his mind he’d never visited before.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deep as he tried to focus himself again, his fingers moving between his tightly pressed together thighs— craving that closeness and connection that he found quickly, he could only get with Yuji.
Megumi huffed as he let his head fall back onto his pillow, sighing heavily after bringing himself to an ordinarily pleasant orgasm. The effort leaving a sheen of sweat on his skin and his fingers thrumming with his heartbeat from the exertion, tired from chasing a feeling they couldn’t possibly give him. It was more than frustrating, and with thirteen more days to go, Megumi wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
The thought was dramatic, he’d admit. Of course, he would survive without Yuji’s impossibly huge cock stuffed inside of him, his thick and deft fingers that could rip an orgasm from him before he even realized what was happening— having mapped out and memorized every inch of him long ago. Like it was his bound duty, endowed to the responsibility of showing him the heights of adoration and pleasure.
He laid there, stuck to their sheets as his breathing calmed, accepting that his own efforts would just have to do for now, and relaxed while his thoughts returned to their previous steady exploration. Because it was all the time he had on his hands now to think, that had started causing the real crisis at hand.
It was something that struck him instantly, an idea that Megumi couldn’t even believe he’d conjured all by himself— like it was brought in by a brief whisper from the wind that was coming in the open window, causing their curtains to wave like tides of the ocean, softly but with purpose. He felt it graze over his exposed skin, chilled air wafting with it a sea of gooseflesh, a sensation that only intensified when he indulged his passing thought more and more.
To Megumi, it felt like an epiphany.
Megumi’s eyes widened as he stared up at the ceiling and his breathing stuttered, still slowing from his earlier struggle. Though now it was quickening again, especially when he gave space for the idea to settle around him and lay claim in his mind, instantly making him feel warmer.
What if, they had a baby?
At first, it came to him almost like a bad joke, coughing out a quiet laugh that pushed through the now still air around him, before the imagery flitted to him through it like an old home video— an imagined moment, so vivid that Megumi almost felt like it had existed.
Somewhere in time, maybe in another life.
Yuji cradling a small cooing baby in his strong tanned arms, his smile so gentle and warm, serene as he gazed up at him, at Megumi, like he’d gifted him the entire world to hold. It almost scared him, how real it felt in that moment, and it made Megumi’s heart begin to race, a swelling anticipation starting to build up in his chest.
That he could, they could have a baby.
He closed his eyes and took a very long, deep and cathartic breath to steady himself, though found that it only left him feeling empty. Like now he knew what he was missing, more than just Yuji being gone but that there was a void in his life, in their life together, one that was suspiciously baby shaped.
It made him sit up and scan over their room frantically, searching for some solid ground in his own mind as he started running through the logistics of it all, like he was trying to solve an equation. Seeing all of the things that Megumi would have to do, would have to go through to bring this little idea to fruition. It made his heart thunder even wilder in his chest when he imagined it, though not because he was scared or didn’t want to, no.
The more he thought about it, the more the reality of it became plain to him.
Megumi wanted a baby.
When he was younger, still a brooding and angst filled teen, he wouldn’t have dared to think or even entertain the idea that he’d use the reproductive system he’d been born with. It wasn’t really him, wasn’t how he felt, no more important or useful to him than his appendix.
But that was years ago now, and before he’d ever felt the tender and bright warmth of being in love and being loved in return.
Looking into eyes that shimmered like sunbeams when they looked into his, experiencing a togetherness with someone else that he’d at one point considered fable— no more tangible or real than a bedtime story. It was real to him now though, so very real, and that concrete and sure feeling of being certain, without a doubt knowing that he was loved, had allowed for more to sprout up through the cracks.
Megumi’s heart was full, for the first time in his life and he had enough love to spare. To give, to cradle and hold it in his arms, to look into its eyes and smile as that love bubbled over in his chest for them, a little piece of him and Yuji.
Their baby.
Altogether, it took him three days to fully come to the conclusion that he wanted a baby. A sweet and soft little smiling ball of love, one that would look like them, the thought only making him grin like a fool as he moved through his day-to-day life, imagining them there with him already— as if he needed another reason to want this. Three whole days, and by the fourth he’d already put his plan into motion.
He called his doctor and made himself an appointment to have his odds weighed, blood draws and screenings, all to know if he could even conceive. Megumi fully prepared himself to stop his hormones once he got the green light, switched out his regular few beers on the weekends to a simple glass of red wine, and went out to buy what he could only consider to be a life-time supply of ovulation tests.
He was ready for this, for their future together and for the joy that it would bring them. To build a family, something he knew deep down they both craved.
When Yuji got home though, Megumi clammed up.
And looking back, he could’ve worked in the conversation somewhere, but it’s like an invisible force was gripping his throat anytime he tried to speak it out loud; sitting on the couch and watching a movie together, eating dinner, even out on their morning run. Megumi’s mouth would clamp tightly shut, and he would almost swallow his own tongue when he looked into Yuji’s eyes and imagined himself saying out loud, “I want to have your baby. ”
It’s not that he didn’t think Yuji would be up for it, elated at the idea, but it was more that once it was spoken, it would become more real. No longer just a fantasy in his head. Like, if Megumi finally uttered the words aloud, suddenly the intention would be set in stone, carved into the air between them and he couldn’t take it back. A thought which instantly made the small part of him, somewhere deep and soft that shriveled at the idea of Yuji’s rejection, stand on full alert.
Which is exactly how it was now, already prickling into defense as they laid in bed together. Making it very hard for Megumi, who was trying to distract himself from the unbearable need that had started to spread all through his bones, to have Yuji— and his baby, inside of him. He was reading, or trying to, and Yuji was scrolling on his phone, watching videos on it that occasionally would cause him to blow a puff of air out, laughing through his nose. It was cute, everything he did recently was, and Megumi was endlessly suffering in a hell of his own making, with how much his cuteness affected him.
“Look,” Yuji leaned over in the bed, resting on his elbow as he held the screen up so Megumi could see, making him have to blink a bit to focus his eyes on something else.
He marked his place with his finger and watched what he was showing him, some video of a baby laughing that made Yuji instantly snicker to himself, smiling wide, while Megumi felt like his entire face was burning when he looked over at him. Shirtless, his gleaming teeth and firm muscles on full display as he leaned back and grinned, not a clue in the world what he was doing to Megumi.
“It’s funny,” he carried on encouragingly, nudging Megumi playfully who just sat stiffly, watching Yuji settle back against his pillows and return to what he was doing like it was nothing. It’d only been a few months, and Megumi had already had an exam from his doctor and tapered off testosterone, though he still hadn’t worked up enough courage to actually tell Yuji anything.
Which was a huge reason he wasn’t initiating the sex he so desperately wanted to, because currently he could get pregnant, and felt like if it just happened with no planning or conversation, it would ruin everything. So, he had been plagued with "headaches” and exhaustion for weeks now, the lies and desires he was shoving down his own throat beginning to burn him from the inside out.
Megumi felt his heart racing, swallowing, and opening his mouth to speak while Yuji continued giggling to himself, now over a video of two cats playing with a little toy together.
“I— they’re really cute,” he tried, he really did and felt like he was going to come out of his own skin when Yuji grinned up at him with eyes shining, nodding, scooting a bit closer to him as he clicked his phone off and wrapped his arm around Megumi’s shoulders.
In that moment, he mustered all the courage he had.
“Do you, would you ever want one?”
“Yeah? We could have one, if you want,” Megumi’s eyes went wide at Yuji’s words, how quickly and easily he responded, blinking a bit and watching him just smile softly and shrug. Yuji flit his hand to gesture around at their room a bit then, like it was the most obvious idea in the world, fit right in with no questions asked. Megumi could only look at him surprised, a little shocked even, not believing it was that simple and suddenly feeling stupid, for being so worried.
“I don’t see why not, but honestly I kinda always pictured you as more of a dog person,” Yuji chuckled, leaning in and pecking him on the cheek as he felt his chest deflate completely at his words, “but if you want to get a cat, I’m fine with that.”
A cat, right.
Megumi nodded, feeling his eyes begin to burn and his heart slip down from its place in his chest, to a pit in his stomach, where a feeling of festering disappointment grew. Not in Yuji, but himself. That he couldn’t just say it, just admit that he was silently going through so much for this little dream of his, one that he couldn’t even work up the nerve to share with the person he loved the most.
His little idea, his baby, had become this coveted thing that he held close and sheltered, something he only whispered to himself late at night. Soft breaths over his pillow, with his hand resting over his flat stomach, sheltered beneath the covers and in the steady stream of the shower. Silent and alone, where nothing could shatter it. Yuji was obviously a part of the equation in his mind— unless Megumi suddenly honed the ability of parthenogenesis, he knew that he definitely needed him to make this dream reality.
It was just so tender and raw for him, the way he instinctively wanted to protect his heart from getting crushed, holding this silent wish between his fingers as he closed his eyes, and listened to it breach the surface of a water fountain in his mind with a plop. How he craved Yuji to want it as much as he did, and most of all, to want it with him. To ease this inherent fear that he had, one that woke him up in the middle of the night and made shame curl at the base of his spine, with the thought that Yuji wouldn’t, or that he just wouldn’t want a baby with Megumi.
Time moved forward though, and the feelings eased with it. Megumi mostly just setting the whole idea aside and accepting that they had plenty of time, there was no need to rush and when he was ready to tell Yuji, he would.
Though when Yuji got called out on another long mission, this one a little farther out than the last, Megumi felt like he was going to break into tiny yearning pieces as he kissed him goodbye. It’d been months at this point, of periods and cramps, emotions escalating out of nowhere and his chest sore and aching, and the worst of it all— how unbearably and insatiably horny Megumi was.
He felt like he was going to be driven insane by how desperate he felt, the entire few weeks and days leading up to Yuji coming home being like torture— making him decide that not only could he not take this anymore, that he had to tell him, but also, Megumi needed to have sex. Which even that had started to make him panic, because he knew his body looked different now, more than it ever had since they’d been together.
After a long shower, he’d spend time looking at himself in the mirror and running his hands over the subtle curves now more evident on his hips and waist, something that Megumi had begun to find a certain intimacy in with himself. An affection for his body that he'd started to indulge in more and more. He’d always been thin and muscular, firm— never fleshy and supple, but there was something about it now, tangible and smooth under his fingertips, that made Megumi feel a unique confidence that he hadn’t allowed himself to have before.
That he was hot, healthy, and his body had not only become strong and resilient over the years, but also warm and nurturing, a home for him. Honed and sculpted for battle, evident by the scars that marred and littered his pale skin, but within it also rested the ability for life and love. The small flickering thought he had as he turned a bit, eyeing his reflection and feeling over the now softer planes of his stomach— imagining it full and round with that life, had his insides liquefying with tender warmth.
Would Yuji like it too? Caress his skin and curves in the same way he always had before, love the new parts of him that would grow and change, filling out to hold more of them, for them. Megumi couldn’t imagine him turning away, didn’t really want to try, and settled himself with a fact he did know, deeply and to his core. That Yuji wasn’t shallow by any means, and that no matter what Megumi looked like, he would love him like he always had.
He knew then without a doubt that he had to tell him. That Megumi couldn’t wait any longer for this, though not because he felt like his internal clock was ticking, or because of the blooming burn in his core from how badly he wanted to be pregnant, but because he wanted to share it with Yuji. Like they did everything now, their early lazy mornings and late heavy-eyed nights, curled up in their bed so close their noses brushed. He wanted to extend this new desire to him, and most of all grow through it together, take that next step in their relationship holding hands, like they’d done everything else.
The thought of how this baby would come to be, had Megumi slipping his hand down low and over the trail of soft black hair that led to his center, feeling his excitement start to rise as he laid in bed by himself. Thinking of how Yuji would touch him, the feeling of his hands on his waist pinning him down, while he moaned into his core at every tug Megumi gave his light cherry blonde locks, before pressing him closer and grinding himself against his slick soaked face.
It was what he used to get himself through the final week that Yuji would be gone, along with reciting the plan he had devised, one that involved telling him everything. Even though the idea made his chest feel tight and like it was going to explode from the pressure, it had to happen. He needed to move past it, let the air from his lungs exit with a harsh force, and push forward with his goal— of getting Yuji in bed with him, in the front of his mind.
Considering his newfound affection with his body, it wasn't hard, and he’d made a purchase to aid this plan on impulse, one he had to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head away from as he pressed "complete order" on his phone. Not because he didn’t want to, he did, but because he could hardly believe he was doing it.
Megumi had found himself on a website for lingerie late one night, and with his lip bitten between his teeth, ordered something that while hot, also made him roll his eyes.
A small black slip, a nightgown as stated on the website, but looking at its shiny satin fabric that spilled over his hands like liquid, short with slits cut into the sides— ones that hugged the curves of his waist and hips, letting his pale flesh peek through, he wouldn’t use such a modest word. It was far more revealing and sheer than he’d intended, but at this point he couldn’t bring himself to care, because he was starting to lose all his inhibitions revolving around his little predicament.
If those tests he bought were really worth the money he’d spent on them, then he was ovulating, and Megumi could tell.
He felt like a cat in heat, clawing at the walls and mewling in need, slipping his fingers inside of himself and around his clit every chance he got, though finding it was never enough to quell his desires. Yuji was supposed to be home that night, making his cheeks heat up as he tried on the skimpy article for the third time that week— like he had to make sure he still looked good in it.
Megumi turned a bit as he stood ogling himself in the mirror, easily peeping how his ass cheeks crested over his thighs just under the hem of the gown. It was tight too, hugging every single one of his subtle curves, and exposing the prominent V-shaped dip of his pelvis, carving a path in his flesh to his center.
Where he wanted, deeply.
He looked so fucking hot in this thing, that it should actually be a crime.
There was a little voice in his head as he watched it ride up a bit when he moved, a curling grin and sharp forked tongue, that whispered there wasn’t a chance him and Yuji weren’t making a baby tonight.
All Megumi could do then, was smile.
His daydream was quickly shattered, shuddering and scrambling to rip the article off to jump in the running shower beside him when he heard his phone buzz on the counter— screen lighting up to show Yuji’s contact. His smiling picture, with a text saying he’d just gotten off the train.
Be there in twenty, can’t wait to see you.
Megumi almost felt nauseous then, blinking a bit at the little kissing face that punctuated Yuji’s statement, before quickly shoving the gown in between the towels on their shelf, in some over-thought-out fear that he might find it if he came home before Megumi was done. The irony made him chuckle a bit, because it wasn’t like he hadn’t planned to strut out of their room and stand within the rolling steam from the shower wearing the damn thing.
It’d all just been his little secret life until now though, this world that he’d been creating inside of his head while Yuji was off working— none the wiser. Though when he thought about that aspect more, his anxiety bubbled up to the surface again, now only thinking of all the ways this could go wrong.
The notion was a little silly he'd admit, and he realized it as he rubbed fresh musky suds all over his body. That Megumi had fought creations of the literal worst parts of humanity, even stood toe to toe with the king of them all himself and lived to tell the tale. He could tell his perfect and adoring boyfriend that he wanted to start a family, even if his throat threatened to collapse in on itself and his cheeks almost caught fire at the thought alone.
He steeled himself with that, pushing aside most of his worries and instead, focusing on the fact he felt more than hot— he felt sexy and desirable, even more now as he was imagining Yuji’s hands all over him as he slid his own over his body. Warm and calloused skin branding his as they roamed over his form, surely gravitating to his hips the moment he saw him like this.
More than a few things happened then, as Megumi held onto the courage he’d mustered as tightly as he could. Their front door unlocked, whining slightly as it opened and he heard Yuji’s keys drop onto the bar in their kitchen, before he called out for Megumi, saying that he was home. Megumi felt his hole clench at the sound of his voice alone, swallowing, and catching the creak of their bedroom door shortly after, making him suck in a sharp breath.
“Megs, you alright in there?”
“Yup, yeah I’m good,” he finally responded, frozen and stiff under the warm and steady stream of water, steam swirling around him as he sniffled, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Alright, just checking,” Yuji sounded tired, but still like his typical self. That made Megumi relax more, knowing that at least nothing bad had happened, and despite the obvious fact that he was probably exhausted from his train ride, Yuji seemed like he was in a good mood.
“I’m gonna start dinner, unless you had other plans,” Yuji yawned, though it was evident he was perking up a bit more as he settled into their home, “I don’t really feel like going out tonight though.”
“No yeah, sounds good!” Megumi sounded way too excited at that, catching Yuji’s soft chuckle through the rush of the shower, and rolling his eyes at himself before continuing, “Nope, no other plans, you know me, I like staying in.”
Megumi listened to Yuji hum, sounding pleased and a little amused, and decided it was time to shut off the shower once he heard their bedroom door close softly behind him. More noises that were muffled by the space between them joined the sound of Megumi’s heartbeat as he took his time drying himself off, applying lotion to every inch of his skin, even some product to his hair. He probably spent too much time rubbing it in, but at this point he was about to practically sweat it all off from how nervous he was.
There reached a point where he couldn’t stall anymore, the piece of slippery fabric now draped over his form, his hair nearly dry as it started to stick up more in the humidity of the room. All the while, Megumi could hear the familiar sounds of Yuji cooking through the door to their room, feeling his heart begin to work in overdrive as he tip-toed towards it.
Yuji was humming to himself, swaying slightly in front of the stove when Megumi cracked the door open and slid out, stepping into the main room to look at him more and— god he was so handsome, tall and broad, almost looking too big for the small space he was working in. His button up strained against his biceps, though it was undone down the front, still half tucked into the back of his pants, the sight making Megumi’s lips curl up into a faint smile. He was always so ready to get out of his uniform once he got home, a sentiment that Megumi more than understood, always having favored lounge clothes over dress attire.
Though his current outfit, felt like anything but relaxed.
Megumi was sweating and shaking slightly as he ran his hands over the front of the gown, feeling the callouses on his fingers catch against the delicate fabric, and his heart stop when Yuji suddenly turned to face him. It felt like watching a car crash, but it was happening to him, headlights bright as they obscured his vision and how his muscles turned rigid when Yuji’s eyes went wide— before he almost doubled over with a cough, gripping the counter next to him for stability.
“Holy— shit,” Yuji choked out, still staring wide eyed at Megumi, while he felt every square inch of his skin start to burn as hot as the sun, sure that he was bright red from his very exposed chest up, watching Yuji’s eyes start to trail over him frantically. Like he couldn’t understand what he was seeing, as if Megumi had emerged from their room as some mythical creature, and the more Yuji stared, the more he felt like one.
Everything slammed back into Megumi then, his plan, his idea of proposing they start a family like it was a normal, over the counter, generic conversation, wearing this lingerie and starting to get actually concerned for his boyfriend. Mostly because it just didn’t look like Yuji was breathing, or like he just ate something unbearably spicy, and he desperately needed a drink of water.
“Megumi, you— wow,” his eyes widened again, now locked on Megumi’s hips as he straightened himself, blinking rapidly. Megumi could see the tendons in his arms flexing as he released his grip on the counter, hurriedly wiping his hand on the front of his pants— something that reminded him who he was looking at as Yuji pointed to him with a shaky finger.
Yuji, it was just his sweet and loving, goofball of a boyfriend, Yuji.
“Hot, you look hot, I— is it our anniversary? Shit, did I forget?”
Megumi couldn’t stop himself from laughing a little to himself, at the way Yuji’s face shifted from shock to actual pure concern, a frantic but innocent look in his eyes as they struggled to narrow and lock onto Megumi’s. He shook his head quickly, stifling his smile, and watched as Yuji’s shoulders dropped in time with the spoon in his hand, clattering to the counter as he stepped towards him slowly.
“Well, what—” Yuji swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing and eyebrows raising almost to his hairline as he reached his hands out hesitantly, letting them hover over Megumi’s waist, “what’s the occasion, why are we— you, all dressed up?”
Yuji’s hands were warm as they finally found purchase on his hips, sliding eagerly through the openings on the side of the gown and making Megumi’s breath hitch, feeling his thumbs already rubbing into the soft skin above his thighs. It made him remember that he needed to speak, eyes flitting over Yuji’s that were slowly un-focusing as he slipped one of his hands back to palm absently at the flesh of his ass.
“I—” Megumi swallowed, thickly, his breath picking up again when he felt the words start to build up in the back of his throat, crawling out from where they’d been neatly and comfortably nestled in his chest.
“I’m ovulating,” he blurted then, feeling his cheeks heat up even more at how awkward he sounded and felt in that moment.
Megumi watched nervously as Yuji’s brows knit together slightly in confusion, even though he still smiled at him, like he was pretending to be following along. Then he squeezed his eyes shut to escape for a moment, cursing at himself under his breath, but opened them again when he felt Yuji’s warm grip on his hips tighten.
“What’s— Is that, is something wrong?”
“Babies, you know, god— I am an idiot,” Megumi breathed the last part to himself tiredly, looking down between them for a beat, and hardly believing what he was saying. After all these years, and all they’d done together, how was he so embarrassed over something like this right now?
“Whoa, what— are you pregnant?” Yuji stiffened then, eyes widening again as Megumi rushed to shake his head, his own widened gaze burning while his lips locked tightly together, the ability to speak quickly evading him. Megumi didn’t miss, however, how Yuji’s grip on him became even firmer, stepping more into his space as he trailed his eyes over him again, making Megumi sure that now he was putting the pieces together.
“You— you want to be?” he breathed, almost like he couldn’t believe it and truly, at this point, Megumi couldn’t either. The whole thing suddenly felt like a bad dream, one where he was caught in the middle of class with his pants nowhere to be found.
His underwear either.
“I— I’ve been thinking, about having a baby, and I wanted to tell you, I did. It just, never seemed like the right time, and I was so nervous, scared that—”
“Scared? Well, I really hope I didn’t do anything, to make you feel scared about coming to me with something like that,” Yuji spoke softly, still staring at Megumi with eyes wide as saucers, though now with a hint of concern behind them as he released his grip on Megumi's hip and brushed one of his hands through his hair, sucking in a sharp breath.
Megumi’s heart plummeted.
“No, no it’s me. It’s so stupid, and I know that if I would have just talked to you, it would’ve been obvious that I had no reason to be,” Megumi sighed, letting his tense shoulders drop as he felt the air around them shift, the pit he’d been teetering around for so long, now forming solid in his stomach.
There was a beat between them, while everything suddenly felt clinical, plain and stark compared to the shimmery and bright fantasy that Megumi had conjured by himself, in his head. It almost made him regret everything, the nights dreaming, all the things he’d done basically in secret, and the stupid nightgown he was still wearing, now chilling against his cooled and clammy skin.
Like his own insecurities had ruined the moment, foiled both his and Yuji’s desire.
“A baby,” Yuji spoke quietly, a small smile creeping over his face as he reached forward to rest his hand under Megumi’s chin, tenderly, lifting it so that he could look at him instead of the floor. It shook Megumi from his doom spiral, as Yuji always did, now only gazing into warm eyes like honey, a sight that soothed the tightness in his chest.
“I’ve been to the doctor, and I have plenty of time, to— you know,” Megumi mumbled, watching Yuji’s features soften into understanding as he hummed, gingerly stroking the side of his jaw with his thumb, “so, there’s no rush, I know we need to actually talk about it.”
“I wish I could’ve been there for you,” he whispered, and those words made Megumi’s eyes twinge with unshed tears, a lump forming and lodging tightly in the back of his throat, because he knew, or at least he should’ve. How much Yuji cared about him, his feelings, and that he wasn’t upset with him, wouldn’t ever be, not about this. He just wanted to be there for him, to hold his hand through it all, like Megumi had wanted all along.
“It, yeah, it hasn’t exactly been easy. It’s not all bad though, and I think, it’ll be worth it,” Megumi smiled just slightly, sheepishly looking up at Yuji through his lashes to gauge his expression, before scrambling again for stability, “if you want to, I mean. We don’t have to—”
“What are you talking about?” Yuji urged, frowning, before pulling Megumi closer and taking a deep breath as he gazed off for a brief moment, then scanning more seriously over Megumi’s face.
“You’ve already put all this work in Megs, you clearly want this and,” he nodded, clenching his jaw slightly and sliding his hand slowly from its place on Megumi’s waist until it rested against his stomach, firmly, protectively.
“I would be lying if I said that I don’t either, haven’t thought about it too.”
Megumi’s breath stuttered, feeling warmth spread out from where Yuji’s thumb was now rubbing soothing circles just below his navel, traveling lower and lower until he realized he was clinging onto Yuji’s arm for stability. His fingernails carving tiny crescents into his tanned skin, having to firmly resist the urge that almost overtook him in that moment, to hitch his leg up around Yuji’s waist and start humping him like a dog.
“I’m sorry, for not telling you and—”
Yuji clicked his tongue to cut him off and leveled with him, his eyes now darkened, hungry as they slid up from where his hand was, to meet Megumi’s.
“You put this on, for me, because you wanted to make a baby?” he started hitching the thin fabric of the gown up his sides, making Megumi shudder at the cool air now licking at his exposed skin, causing him to shiver when it reached where slickness was now drooling out of him. He watched Yuji’s eyes roll then as they trailed down his form again, noticing that Megumi wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, something that made him feel like he was about to combust from how hot it was.
"With me, my baby?”
All he could do was nod then, lost for words and mouth dry, hearing Yuji hum tightly before suddenly his world was tilting, and he couldn’t process anything else except the air getting swiftly knocked out of him.
“What– put me down!”
He watched then as Yuji’s feet and the floor moved beneath him— yelping, grabbing for Yuji’s back with his hands and scrambling for purchase when he hitched him up further onto his shoulder in response. As if he couldn’t be more caught off guard, he gasped when he felt Yuji sink his teeth through the fabric of the gown, and right into the flesh of his ass, his breath hot as he groaned into his skin.
“God— Megs, do you have any idea what that does to me?” Yuji breathed, his hand now roaming up his thigh and between his legs, fingers warm as they squeezed and pinched into soft flesh while Megumi writhed in his arms, heat pooling heavily in his stomach. In one breath, he was flipped down onto their bed and onto his back, and Yuji was over him, his eyes intense and focused on him, only a thin band of amber surrounding his pupils that were blown with lust.
“Yuji, I–”
Megumi gasped again when he felt the hard outline of his cock pressing into his thigh, Yuji's legs straddling Megumi's, while his hands were all over him, sliding up his sides and shoving the hem of the gown to his chest, until all of Megumi below the waist was laid bare.
For him, all for him.
“You look so damn good,” his voice was rough, raspy as he just admired him, smoothing his wandering hands over the new peaks and valleys of his body— tracing them and mapping them out, like he was committing them to memory. Megumi felt like his head was going to twist off it was spinning so hard, his entire body thrumming with built up desire, building and building more until Yuji groaned like he was about to come out of his skin in frustration, before crashing their lips together with a hum.
All he could do was let out a little noise of surprise as Yuji’s tongue slipped past his lips that opened willingly for him, taking him in, letting him explore as Megumi relaxed more into Yuji. He let his hands slowly rise up to grip into his soft pink hair, wrapping his leg around him and urging him on, feeling their kiss instantly deepen, like it’s all Yuji needed to let go of holding back.
It felt like Megumi was floating in a dream, absent from reality, before the feeling of Yuji grinding into him brought him plummeting back down to earth, and the truth of what they were about to do— because now this wasn’t just them having super hot sex anymore.
“Fuck, I don’t even know what to do with you right now,” Yuji groaned as he pulled back from their kiss, only to start pressing his lips against his neck under his jaw, trailing down to his collarbone and then his chest, before reaching the lace edge of the gown and furrowing his brows with an irritated hum. Megumi shakily reached for the hem of it as he heaved for breath, intending to pull it off for him, but Yuji beat him to it, swatting at his hands frantically and slotting himself between his legs with determination set in his features.
“Wait— Yuji!” Megumi breathed out in shock as he watched it wrinkle up with his grip, tightening around his waist when he tugged the middle of it in his fists, before hearing the sharp sound of satin tearing as he just ripped it in half. Like it insulted Yuji and he just couldn’t be bothered with it, yanking the torn fabric from underneath him hurriedly with a grunt.
He steadied himself on his knees then, sitting up slightly to fling the ruined article behind him and leaned back down, returning to laying spit slicked kisses across his chest like nothing happened.
"That was a nice gown," Megumi grumbled at him through his teeth, eyeing Yuji as he breathed out a laugh, smiling, reaching up to cup one side of his chest in his hand before his gaze flickered to the other— then to Megumi again, this time with a more than cocky expression.
"I'll get you a new one," Yuji mumbled into Megumi's warmed skin, pressing a slow and sensual kiss just above his nipple, when a shy smile crawled across his lips as he hovered over it with them, making Megumi moan softly as he arched up closer to his mouth.
"S'not like that one will fit you anymore anyway, not after I put a baby in you."
Megumi gritted his teeth and groaned through them as he rolled his eyes, feeling Yuji wrap his lips around the already aching bud, and suddenly needing Yuji inside of him. He needed it more than he needed air to breathe at this point, an unbearable heat that slipped down to his core at Yuji's words, turning molten as he hummed playfully against his chest, eyes fluttering when Megumi coaxed him closer with his hand on the back of his head.
He felt his thumb rubbing against Megumi's other nipple as he sucked on him slowly, like he was losing himself in it, and Megumi knew that he would, feeling him start to roll and pinch the nub between his fingers and swirl his tongue around the other. Megumi instantly gripped his own trembling hand into Yuji's hair, yanking him off of his chest with a soft pop and eyeing him seriously, because he wasn't going to wait all night.
"Tell me what you want Megs," Yuji breathed, his reddened lips curling up into a smile that melted all of Megumi's frustration, opening his mouth to speak while watching him go back to planting sloppy and uncoordinated kisses down his chest to his stomach. His lidded eyes never left Megumi’s though, watching him, like he wanted to see just what would make Megumi tick as he kept slowly inching lower and lower, following the heat that was burning inside of him.
On instinct, both his hand flew down to grip onto his hair again, tightly, gasping and spreading his legs apart wider when Yuji reached his thighs, kissing them softly as his eyebrows arched questioningly, like he even needed to ask. Yuji even went as far as to nip at the inside of one, sliding his teeth across the fragile skin as Megumi hissed and bucked his hips up once, feeling the warmth under where he'd bitten him start to bloom from the rushing blood.
"Yuji please, don't tease me anymore," he sighed, rolling his eyes as Yuji chuckled softly to himself, sliding his warm hands underneath him and pulling Megumi closer to his mouth— and the edge of his own sanity as he situated himself between his legs.
"What— what are you doing?" Megumi half moaned when Yuji planted a hard kiss right to his clit, sucking it between his lips and eyeing him over the tufts of black hair that his nose was pressed into, feeling like he was about to cry from how empty he felt.
"Just wanna give it a kiss," Yuji mumbled into him, his eyes fluttering closed again as he started moving his lips slowly against Megumi's center, like he was making out with his cunt, "wanna suck you off, get you nice and wet first— need to taste you."
Megumi's hands gripped tighter into his hair, letting a strained moan escape from the back of his throat at the sound of Yuji's voice, muttering into him like a drunk man, before diving into his folds with his tongue and licking a long slow stripe up through them. He couldn't help himself, feeling more than desperate and pushing Yuji closer into him as he canted his hips up experimentally against his mouth, feeling the vibrations of Yuji's moan rumble up through his core, and unlatch something in Megumi.
Yuji wrapped his lips around his engorged clit in earnest then, flicking the nub once with his tongue and making Megumi writhe beneath him as he chased the feeling, needing it after waiting for it for so long. He was muttering a slew of "yes's” and “please's” as Yuji sucked on him slowly, spreading his legs out wider and up to his chest with his firm hands, settling in for the long haul. Megumi knew well enough from experience that he wasn't going to give it up until he was satisfied, and Megumi came, probably more than once.
“Yuji hurry, please.”
"Ride it, ride my tongue Megs, fuck it," Yuji moaned lazily into his pussy, pressing his tongue firmly against the base of his clit as Megumi lost himself in the feeling, still holding tightly onto his soft pink locks and doing just as he asked of him. Rutting into his face, smearing his arousal all over it and feeling the coil low in his stomach start to tighten further when Yuji moaned into him again, the hot air of his breath igniting the heat in his core like gasoline on a fire.
"Hm, Yuji— inside me, please, I need it, need you inside me," Megumi half moaned and whined, sounding and feeling delirious as he squeezed his eyes shut when the first waves of his orgasm rose up in him, waning and swelling further when Yuji hummed into his center, and pulled back.
The loss then, of Yuji's tongue against his clit made him almost cry out, wrenching his fingers tighter into his hair— until he felt it start to slide lower, and realized Yuji was slipping it inside of him with a groan, teasing his clit with his nose instead. Megumi could hardly think then, let alone speak, feeling the bed start to dip beneath where they were connected, as Yuji began rutting into it, in time with his tongue thrusting inside of him.
Yuji pressed his whole face firmly between his folds as Megumi moaned, both thumbs rubbing up the sides of his pussy towards his clit, pressing into him just enough to bring the beginnings of his orgasm back. It was intoxicating, and Megumi couldn't stop himself from closing his thighs tightly around Yuji's head— mostly to ensure that he didn't try to pull away and edge him again.
He didn't think he could take it if he did.
"Oh Yuji, yes— I'm so close," he breathed, letting out an airy moan as he closed his eyes, hearing Yuji grunt into him and reach up to grip tightly onto his thigh— probably to give himself some room to breathe, before shaking his head back and forth quickly and rubbing his face all into him, his tongue still shoved deep into his entrance. He was like a dog with a toy, tonguing him, eating Megumi up until he was all gone, and reaching up to rub at his clit with his thumb that was now so heavy with heat, it felt like he was about to explode.
It was so intense, and no matter how much he knew that Yuji loved eating him out, could stay between his legs for hours, this was different. Like he was starved of Megumi and making up for lost time with the way he was savoring him now.
Yuji slipped two of his fingers inside of him then, beckoning with them for his rising pleasure as his tongue returned to lapping at his clit— curling it and pressing it into him while Megumi hurriedly ground himself against his face, all together making his orgasm start to burn beneath the heat of Yuji's mouth. The sensation simmered up into a rolling boil quickly at all the stimulation as he chased it, both of them losing themselves in each other, before it bubbled over the surface completely.
“Oh fuck,” Megumi moaned, almost losing his grip on Yuji's hair and reality, feeling it spill over and spread through him, all while Yuji just kept working him through it, pushing his fingers into him until he could hear the obscene and wet sounds his pussy was making around them.
"That's enough, please Yuji," he choked out the words as he heaved for breath, his hips jerking from the feeling, pleasure turning over as it thrummed and matched the rapid beat of his heart. Megumi opened his eyes then, only to see Yuji's rolling beneath his lids, moving his lips against him and slurping hungrily at his dripping cunt, causing the now fluttering but still solid waves of his release, to burn and percolate at the sight.
Yuji’s lips and chin were soaked with his juices, and Megumi had to practically drag him from between his legs by his hair, furrowing his brows when Yuji sat up and just produced a sheepish and blissed-out smile when he finally looked up at him.
"You taste so good, I just wanna stay down there," he spoke breathless, now crawling over Megumi and licking his lips as if to prove his point, before starting to pull off his button up, quickly followed by his undershirt, giving Megumi a front row seat to the evidence of all his training and hard work. Tanned and chiseled muscle as far as his eyes could see, and it was more than distracting how absolutely ripped Yuji was, making Megumi forget what they were doing entirely.
His eyes scanned hungrily over the rippling muscle that moved beneath his skin— scars that were freshly healed and some faded, until he followed the trail of darker blush hair on his chest down, down, down. Leading to where he could see the outline of his cock, throbbing and straining against the fabric of his slacks that needed to come off.
Megumi was sure at this point, that if he stared long enough, he'd start to drool.
"Wonder how you'll taste when you're pregnant," Yuji mumbled against Megumi's ear as he leaned down to kiss at his neck, making him grit his teeth again and roll his eyes, but still unable to ignore the way his words seeped like warm honey down to his still pulsing core.
Megumi couldn't help his scoff as he shook his head at the other man, smirking, shoving Yuji back a bit and pulling himself up by his belt, tugging at it as he steadied himself on his knees and eyed Yuji knowingly. He squinted at him when he opened his mouth again to speak, seeming dazed, because Megumi could only imagine what would come out of his mouth next, though Yuji just cocked his head to the side, like an eager puppy.
"What?"
"We— Yuji, it might not work the first time, so don't get your hopes up," Megumi furrowed his brows as he avoided his gaze, focusing instead on undoing Yuji's belt, before he hummed and grabbed for his hands. He huffed when Yuji just swatted them away, still grinning, though quickly slipping out of his pants and giving Megumi a glimpse of the pre-come now staining the front of his boxers, right next to the outline of his hardened cock.
Megumi licked his lips, already anticipating the feeling of it inside of him, filling him up, and pressed himself closer to Yuji. He reveled in hearing him groan as he slipped his hand down to palm at it, thumbing over the wet tip as he threw his other arm around his neck.
Truthfully, he didn't even care if he got pregnant or not at this point, he just needed that thing inside of him, now.
"Do you want it to work?" Yuji breathed out, nosing at his temple and kissing it softly, panting as he gripped onto Megumi's hips and started bucking into his hand when he wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing it. Megumi sighed then, tugging on Yuji's length through his boxers in frustration, ornery and impatient as he blinked up at him, before simply nodding and looking into his eyes.
He was hoping Yuji would get the idea that Megumi wanted to skip the talking about it part, and go straight to the actual baby-making part.
"Then I'll make sure it does."
Megumi looked at Yuji confused then and rolled his eyes, before swallowing and eyeing him for a moment, seeing his sincerity, and feeling his heart start to pound at the thought alone. That they were actually about to do this, try and make a baby together.
"Okay, but you can't just make sure, I mean it's a whole thing and—"
"You said you're ovulating?" Yuji cut him off, breathing out as he leveled with him, starting to slip his boxers off and raising his eyebrows when he flung them haphazardly onto the floor. Megumi watched him grab for his cock to stroke at it a few times, the sight alone was enough to leave him void of any coherent thought.
All he could do was nod dumbly, watching the small bead of pre-come on the tip start to drip down, distracting him, enough so that he didn't fully register Yuji man handling him, flipping him around and pressing his back against his chest. It made him shudder when he felt Yuji's length slip between his legs, reaching back to wrap his arms around his neck for stability and feeling his hole clench when he started sliding himself against his slicked up folds.
"God you're so wet, I just wanna play in it," Yuji hummed, now kissing at his neck and rubbing his cock slowly against his pussy, smearing the juices Megumi was leaking all over his length, and making him jolt when the head of it pressed right into his tender clit. He felt his hands grip tighter onto his hips then, fingers digging greedily into his flesh, while Yuji just started sliding him back and forth over him, causing warmth to begin simmering in his core again.
"Yuji you're just teasing me again, please."
"You're sure you’re really ready?" Yuji breathed, right against his ear, the sensation making goosebumps trail out over his skin as he took a deep breath in, feeling the warmth of Yuji's chest against his back— every breath he took, their bodies so close he could feel their hearts hammering in time together.
The direct question gave Megumi pause, even Yuji's serious tone caught him off guard, making him have to actually think despite the warmth of his heavy cock between his legs splitting his focus. Was he really ready for this? Megumi knew he wanted it, more than he'd wanted anything in a long time and he could clearly see that Yuji did too, feeling him pull a piece of his bangs behind his ear as he kissed his cheek, still giving him space to answer.
"I am, yes I— yeah," Megumi felt himself about to tear up at the slow tenderness of the moment, rushing through his words and turning his burning face away from where Yuji was craning his neck to look at him, but he was quick to pull him back.
"I wanna hear you say it," Yuji murmured, holding his cheek in his hand so all Megumi could do then, was look into his eyes that were locked on his, seeing how much he meant what he was saying, and feeling his chest start to expand forcefully with breath.
Yuji wrapped one of his arms around him then, holding him tightly by his waist as he started sliding his cock against him again, agonizingly slow, clearly trying to urge the words he wanted out of Megumi as he groaned in frustration.
"C'mon Megs, just tell me what you want."
"I— I want you to put a baby in me," Megumi breathed, rocking his hips back into Yuji's and hearing him moan as he steadied him, holding him firmly still as he let go of his face and lined himself up with his entrance, his next words completely taking Megumi's breath away.
"Then you're not leaving this bed until I'm sure, until I know you're pregnant," Yuji's breath coasted against Megumi's neck as he spoke, his slow and syrupy words making him feel hot all over, like melted butter. Megumi began arching his back just slightly, sliding his knees against the sheets to spread his legs further apart, urging him along, eager to finally have what he'd been craving.
The second he felt the blunt tip of Yuji's cock push into him, Megumi moaned— shamelessly, struggling against his tight grip on his waist to push back further. Yuji's other hand was still holding his hip tightly, kneading into his flesh as he eased himself in further with a low groan, coaxing him into it, hot breath fanning out against Megumi’s skin as he panted.
“Shit, you’re so big,” Megumi hissed softly at the stretch— because no matter how many times they did this, Yuji's cock was huge, and he could feel it spreading him open as he pulled back, just to experimentally thrust only halfway in again.
“Yeah?” Yuji breathed cockily.
He was teasing him again, like he hasn't been waiting months for this.
There was a brief moment where Megumi almost forgot what they were doing then, feeling panicked at how warm and real Yuji felt inside of him— without a condom, making his eyes blow wide and his mouth fall open with a long drawn out moan as Yuji bottomed out in one thrust.
"Fuck," Yuji groaned, letting his head drop down onto Megumi's shoulder as he rubbed his hands up and down his sides, like he was trying to ground himself, breathing heavily into his ear and shaking his head.
"Megs I'm— I don't think I can have you any other way now."
Megumi chuckled softly at the sound of his voice, strained and breathless, craning his neck to kiss Yuji's forehead and leaning back into him, arms rested lazily around his neck. He rocked back into him then, clenching down on his length at feeling the heavy thrum of Yuji’s pulse both against and inside of him, like his entire body was filled with his hammering heartbeat.
"I'm serious, you— god you feel so fucking good," Yuji pressed his head against Megumi's, sliding his hands back down to hold onto his hip and giving a gentle thrust of his own, pulling back slowly while Megumi started to feel his desire swell up in the back of his throat at the drag of his cock inside of him. The sounds he was making at every stroke were so needy, throaty and high pitched, making him have to clench his teeth just to hold himself together.
"Yuji please," Megumi whined, bucking his hips back into him and feeling Yuji slip one of his hands to rest just below his navel, rubbing over it as he moaned at the gesture. Yuji just pushed in again and nodded, the feeling of his hand right over his womb and his hair tickling Megumi's neck, instantly sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
"Right here, right?" Yuji mumbled, pressing his hand into his stomach as he thrust into him harder, knocking the air right out of Megumi. He just mewled, hardly able to process his words at the feeling of his cock hitting right at his g-spot, nodding because yes, Megumi needed it.
"Gonna put a baby in you, right here, my baby," Yuji kept on, now canting his hips up into Megumi faster, making him scramble for stability, before jolting his hands to grip onto Yuji's arm at a particularly hard thrust, one that he couldn't help but feel like was on purpose. The change in angle then, Megumi bent forward over his arm, only allowed for Yuji to slide in even deeper, now just fucking into him like a toy.
They both lost themselves in it, Megumi feeling Yuji's hot breath against his ear, panting, and trying to find leverage to meet his thrusts but Yuji had him locked firmly in his hold, not willing to let him go. It was intoxicating, feeling him start to plant sloppy kisses to his neck, scraping his teeth against his skin, before he slowed his pace and groaned. Megumi huffed as Yuji stilled, catching his breath and lazily pressing his cock into him as he fell back on his heels.
"I wanna look at you Megs, watch you," Yuji murmured into his reddened and spit slicked skin, still just kissing Megumi’s neck as he hummed and rolled his hips as best he could to tease him, eliciting and moan from him as he tensed— trying to hold back.
Megumi felt his hand that was on his stomach start to trail down, his thick fingers moving over his clit slowly and steadily as what he was really saying to him, became clear. He wasn't going to last much longer, and he wanted to look at Megumi, see his face when he came. The thought made his cheeks flame and his hole clench around Yuji's length, causing the other man to hiss as his hips jerked once, then twice, before Megumi decided that he more than wanted that too.
He felt his desire slowly building up in his chest then as he reached back and rubbed at Yuji's sides, mustering as much courage as he could— to pull away and give him what he wanted, for the sole intention of seeing how it affected Yuji.
"Lay down then, let me get on top so you can watch,” Megumi breathed, feeling a smile crawl over his lips as he craned his neck enough to look into his heavy lidded eyes.
“Watch me make you a daddy.”
"Oh fuck," Yuji breathed, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of Megumi only making him smirk, before he felt him pull out completely and groan as he shifted on the bed to switch their positions.
"Yeah, you wanna ride me for it?"
Megumi watched him look up with a cocky grin, his arms reached out and hands grabbing for Megumi's hips as he nodded, straddling him, already grabbing for his cock. It made him feel even hotter, his skin simmering as Yuji pulled him down, eyes trailing up and down his exposed flesh before zeroing in on his stomach, resting his hand over it and rubbing his thumb below his navel.
"God Megumi, you know you're gonna look so hot, so sexy when—"
Yuji's mouth fell open with a moan and his eyes rolled back as Megumi sunk down on him, nodding, eyebrows raised in question. He knew what he was going to say, and felt the heat of his words seep low into his core as he rose up and rolled his hips again, smiling as Yuji just nodded and pressed his head back into the pillows with a hum.
"You were saying?" Megumi jabbed, smirking down at him as Yuji's grip on his hips wavered for a moment, his mind catching up and the realization flickering behind his eyes. Yuji opened his mouth again to speak and Megumi rolled his hips even harder, watching him groan instead, eyes fluttering and rolling, just how Megumi wanted him.
He picked up his pace then, raising up and sinking down on Yuji's cock and feeling it fill every inch of him— like it was made for him, fitting snuggling inside of his cunt and pressing into every spot perfectly, just like he knew it would. Watching Yuji gasp and pant beneath him was just the cherry on top of it all, knowing that it felt just as good for him, his face the picture of euphoria. Megumi was doing all of that to him, the thought making him clench around his length and watch Yuji moan at the feeling as his grip on his hips tightened again.
"Megumi— oh fuck," he groaned, canting his hips to meet Megumi's thrusts, lazily bouncing and making a point to put his weight into it when he sunk down on him, sliding his hand up further on his chest to lean in closer when their gazes met. Yuji's eyes were almost frantic then, his hands slipping from his waist to cup Megumi's face, bringing him down into a kiss that told him more than words ever could.
"Mm, you feel so good Yuji," Megumi mumbled against his lips, feeling his breath hot against his cheeks as Yuji moaned at his words, nodding open mouthed, and bringing him closer until their foreheads were pressed together.
"Megumi, we're—" Yuji panted, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as Megumi rolled his hips over him, clenching down on his cock tightly and nodding when he looked at him again.
"We're making a baby, our baby."
The warmth of Yuji's stuttered words more than reached Megumi, spreading through his limbs and settling heavy in his core as the beginnings of another orgasm started to trickle in with them. Megumi brought his hand up to rest against Yuji's cheek then and nodded, feeling him start to buck his hips up into him faster and moaning into Yuji's mouth at the feeling as he jolted with them.
"I'm gonna come Megs, fuck, gonna put a baby in you."
"Do it Yuji, fuck do it," Megumi gasped, both of them moving faster and locking their lips together, swallowing each other's moans as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin— both of them now chasing their own pleasure in the other.
Megumi's hips faltered as a slow rolling orgasm pushed through him, leaving him shaking against Yuji's body as he grabbed tightly onto Megumi's hips, slamming up into him, punching moan after breathy moan out of his open mouth. His eyes rolled back when he felt Yuji still with a groan, the warmth of his seed spilling into him making him have to choke back the rushing air of want that threatened to burst out of his chest. Mostly at how much of it there was, pulsing into him with every slow and steady motion of Yuji's hips.
Both of them were catching their breath as Megumi laid down on Yuji's chest to gather himself, feeling it rise and fall steadily and his arms wrap around him, locking him tightly against it. They were both sweaty, and Megumi suddenly felt overwhelmed at everything, despite his heavy and shaky limbs, he just wanted to clean himself up and breathe.
Yuji hummed out in dissatisfaction when Megumi tried to move, feeling his softened cock twitch in him while Yuji started pressing quick kisses all over his face, squeezing him tighter against his chest. Megumi wrinkled up his face then despite his growing smile, pushing at him and insisting with a glare that he needed to get up.
"No, I wanna keep it all in there,” he whined.
"Yuji," Megumi countered seriously.
Megumi planted his hand down on Yuji's chest then in protest and furrowed his brows, watching his plush pink lips curl up into a mischievous smile as he rolled his hips teasingly, making Megumi's still pulsing pussy produce an absolutely obscene noise.
"Stop, let me go."
Megumi struggled again, now feeling his face heat up at the sound and the realization that there was now a bunch of Yuji’s come leaking out of him.
Yuji whined again, like a child when he tried to wriggle out of his arms, and instead rolled them until he was laying on top of Megumi, pinning him into the bed with his broad frame and making a point to push his cock all the way into him again. Which just irritated him more, pushing him to the edge of his patience and more of the insane amount of Yuji’s come out of Megumi with a soft squelch that made him wince.
Before Megumi could protest further though, frustratedly shoving at him and feeling some relief as he sat back on his knees, Yuji swiftly grabbed Megumi's legs and pulled them up over his shoulders, maneuvering him around like he was a doll.
"Yuji! Let me go, I'm— it's dripping everywhere!" he kicked at Yuji's back as he just grinned down at him, feeling more of his spend dribbling out and wincing as it started cooling against his skin.
"Aren't you supposed to like, prop your legs up though? You know, gravity and all that."
Megumi huffed in disbelief at Yuji’s feigned innocence, desperately wanting to get up and take a shower, even if he was more that sleepy after all of that.
"Oh my god— No, that's not how that works Yuji, now let me go."
"Well I wanna make sure it takes," Yuji mumbled, pouting, and rubbing his hands up and down Megumi's thighs as he kissed the insides of them possessively. Megumi just rolled his eyes then, letting his head flop back onto the bed and his muscles relax, while Yuji slipped his hand down to rest over his stomach, rubbing it softly.
"There's gonna be a baby in here. I can feel it Megs, I think it's gonna work."
He looked back up at him then and saw the tender look in his eyes, a soft smile on his face as he rested his head against Megumi's thigh, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the soft skin there. It made Megumi’s heart flutter a bit at the thought, though he wouldn't get his hopes up, knew that it wasn't that easy. His doctor had told him it takes most couples a while before they saw a positive test, but, the idea that they would just keep trying, wasn't discouraging to him at all.
"Yuji— ah, wait a second!" Megumi grunted and moaned as Yuji started gathering his own come up on the ends of his fingers, sliding it between his sensitive folds before plunging the digits inside of him and pushing it back in. It made his thighs shake against his shoulders, entrance clenching around his fingers as they dipped in and out of him, all while Yuji just eyed his pussy like he was in a trance.
"Don't wanna waste it," Yuji hummed, and Megumi could feel his cock hardening against his back— and though the idea of a second round was enticing, especially after all the time they'd had without this, he needed to get up. That thought was quickly made even more urgent the second Megumi realized he had to pee, grunting and swinging his legs back to get away from him, planting one of his feet against Yuji's chest when he whined and reached for him, trying to pull him back.
"I have to piss, but I think you'll survive."
Megumi groaned as he sat up fully, feeling more of Yuji's come gush out of him and rolling his eyes at the feeling, even if it was kind of hot. He stuttered to scoot off the bed until he felt Yuji grabbing for him, making him glare as he hoisted him up into his arms against his chest, bridal style.
Yuji wanted to carry him there, because of course he did.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me— are you going to be like this the entire time?" Megumi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest while Yuji hummed, kissing his forehead and walking them both to the bathroom, realizing fully the grave mistake he'd made in that moment. Even if his chest warmed and genuine a smile pulled at his lips because of the gesture, he knew when he did get pregnant, Yuji was going to be insistent on not letting him lift even a finger.
"No, I'm going to be so much worse."
Yuji shook his head, laughing through the words and chucking softly through a hum when Megumi scoffed, hiding his own smile in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around it and fully feeling it in that moment, how much he loved him. How he ever could've thought that this wasn't how it would turn out, he didn't know, but he was more than glad that it did.
That he was spending his life and starting a family with someone who loved him so deeply, a feeling that warmed him completely, inside and out as Yuji pampered him through a shower before they finally got into bed and settled in. They ended up ordering take out after— since Yuji burned their dinner, though he’d just laughed it off and said it was for a good cause, a sentiment that made Megumi roll his eyes and shake his head as they cleaned up.
Now they were tangled up under their sheets, Yuji's head on his shoulder and his warm hand over his stomach, pressing slow intentional kisses to Megumi's neck while he carded his fingers through his soft pink hair, which was truly all that he wanted in that moment.
"You really think it will work, on the first try?"
Yuji hummed and craned his neck to look at him, tilting his head back and forth a bit while rubbing his hand over the soft skin below his navel.
"I think so, but even if it doesn't, I don't mind trying again," Yuji leaned up to kiss Megumi when he nodded knowingly, both of them smiling into it, their teeth clicking together briefly making Yuji giggle through his lips as he pulled back.
Megumi was doubtful, no matter how badly he wanted it, he also didn't want to be disappointed when it didn't work out. Though the day eventually came— even though they'd continued trying anyways, where Megumi would freeze in the middle of what he was doing and realize that he hadn't gotten the period he'd been lamenting about having for weeks.
He scrambled to the bathroom and ripped open one of the tests from under their sink, feeling his heart start to pound as he set the timer and flipped it over, just so he couldn't see the result window when it finished.
"Yuji!" Megumi shouted, eyes scanning over the sink counter as he heard his boyfriend clamber through their apartment and stutter into the room, his own eyes wide as they fell to the test on the counter.
"Well?"
The nerves in his voice were evident, chest heaving, making Megumi swallow as he shrugged and gestured to it with his trembling hand, shaking his head, because he didn't think he had the courage to look.
"I— I don't know, I just flipped it over so, I don't know what it says."
Yuji nodded and stepped closer, resting his hand on the small of his back as he reached over to touch it with the other, before pulling it back like he’d been burned and looking at Megumi.
"We'll do it together, okay?"
Megumi nodded, letting out a heavy breath, "Together."
The world stopped for a moment, everything still around them as they both sucked in a sharp breath and reached for the test, pulling it into their line of sight before turning it over. Yuji's grip on Megumi’s waist tightened as he squeezed his eyes shut, too scared to look, though the clear excitement of Yuji's gasp made him open them.
Right there in front of him, an answer to the question he'd been waiting for since that night, summed up into one word that completely took his breath away.
"Pregnant”
"Told you," Yuji spoke excitedly, crushing him into his chest as he laughed, almost jumping up and down beside him as his hand slipped from his waist to rest over his stomach— where for the first time, Megumi's joined it. Their fingers intertwined as he stared at the word, still hardly believing it and watching as it blurred from the tears welling up in his eyes.
"We're having a baby," Megumi choked, looking to Yuji and watching him nod hurriedly, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his temple, one he let linger before he whispered into it.
“We’re having a baby Megs.”
He gazed down at the counter then, letting his blurred eyes rest on the test as they held each other tightly, feeling a smile pull at his lips and now dreaming of the near future, all of it sitting in that little window— and beneath his palm as he rested it over his still flat stomach. That it was full of life, for both of them, and they’d get to create a family with the love they fought for and shared, together.