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“Thank you for dinner,” Megumi says as he runs his fingers along the base of the car window. The city whisks by in a blur of multi-coloured lights and buildings.
He’s sitting in the passenger seat of a nice car. A really nice car. Upon first glance, it was clear that it’s some sort of foreign car. Perhaps European. The kind of car he would expect to see Gojo driving in, but he wasn’t really paying attention to the box of metal pulling into his driveway, to be honest. He was too focused on the man driving it.
Yuuji is someone that Megumi can only describe as a friend of a friend. The date was set up by his classmate and labs partner, Nobara, and it’s not really that Megumi is a cynic, but it’s more like he didn’t go into this having a lot of high expectations. Megumi’s not much of a “dating” type of guy. Not when he has a degree to earn and—eventually—a business to run. But he gave it a chance. After many, many months of Nobara’s insistence that they would be perfect together, Megumi caved and asked her when and where.
“He’ll pick you up from your apartment,” she had said with a victorious grin. “Try not to drool over the car. I don’t know where he got it from.”
The answer, Megumi recently learned, is that he received it as a present from his uncle for his twenty-first birthday. It’s quite a present, but after a sheepish laugh, Yuuji explained that his uncle is just about as wealthy as Gojo is. That led into an entire conversation about family expectations and responsibilities, and that’s how Megumi came to the conclusion that this Itadori Yuuji guy seemed to be a lot deeper than the loudmouthed idiot that Nobara always seemed to describe him as, and that is what piqued his interest to dig further.
From there, he was gone. Megumi had a much more enjoyable time than he thought he would. The chemistry was electric, and Yuuji was not only really funny and energetic, but he also had an impressive sense of self-awareness that spoke to his emotional maturity.
And—okay, sue him—Yuuji is really hot. His eyes are wide and soft and the colour of caramelised sugar, and he has a dark brown undercut that’s immediately offset by fluffy pick hair. It’s different, but it’s a good different, Megumi’s decided. He’s also tall and, like, extremely muscular. Megumi is pretty sure that he could lift a car. Casually. Hell, he could probably throw it, too. But the thing that made Megumi think, oh, this guy might be a problem, is his smile. Yuuji has a smile that lights up a room. It was such a stark contrast from the kind of men that Megumi always saw in his programme, and it’s wholly refreshing.
He's funny, incredibly perceptive, witty, and good looking. It didn’t take a whole date for Megumi to know that he needed this man the way that a fish needs water. He wants to drink Yuuji up, taste him in his mouth, and—
“Oh, this is me,” Megumi speaks up, pointing to a gated driveway.
“Oops, sorry. I almost missed it,” Yuuji says, turning in.
Megumi hums and taps his phone to open the gates.
They’re well away from the bustle of the city now. Megumi is supposed to look after the estate while Gojo and Geto enjoy their anniversary abroad for the next month, and he’d originally planned to call a driver to take him home from the date. Instead, Yuuji had suggested giving him a ride so he wouldn’t have to fork over the money for something like that.
Now, he’s back here, with Yuuji, at home, and Gojo and Geto are both coincidentally not. He enjoyed his evening with Yuuji, and he wants to get to know him more. Fuck, he wants more than that, and either Yuuji is a serial killer, or he’s really just that charming.
What would happen if he invited him in?
“There you are,” Yuuji says, putting his car in park in front of the house.
The lights are off. No one’s home. Megumi looks up at the large building in front of them, and he knows that all the cleaning staff aren’t in, and they won’t be until the weekend ends. It’ll be him. Alone. Unless…
“Would you like to come in?” Megumi asks.
Yuuji blinks in surprise, his mouth parting. “Are you sure that’s okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Back at my uncle’s estate, security would stop me from bringing in a stranger that my uncle hasn’t met yet.”
Megumi hums. “Sounds lonely. Must be a good thing you don’t live with your uncle much anymore.”
“It is, trust me,” Yuuji laughs. He’s not saying yes, but he turns his car off. “How do I know I won’t be questioned like that though?”
“No one’s in the house,” Megumi assures him. “We don’t have security, and the cleaning staff is out until Monday. I’m not suggesting you stay the night. I just thought that you might like to have a drink.”
He looks at Yuuji through his lashes, his eyes dashing across his face. From eye to eye, down to his lips, back up again. Yuuji swallows, and the movement of his Adam’s apple catches Megumi’s attention before he turns to the door, hand on the handle.
“I guess a drink won’t hurt,” Yuuji says, and his voice sounds lower than it did before.
Megumi smiles to himself, his back still facing Yuuji, then he opens the door. “Good.”
The house is just as extravagant as Megumi always remembers it to be. High ceilings, fancy lighting, large, open doorways, and marble floors. Yuuji steps in behind him and openly gawks at the view, craning his neck up as his gaze follows a large staircase.
It’s a lot to take in for most people. The first time that Megumi had brought Nobara over for a study session because she insisted that her apartment was too loud, she yelled at him for thirty minutes for not telling her she was rich. But the thing is that he never really thought of it as his money. This was Gojo’s money, and Gojo was just sponsoring Megumi.
Still, Yuuji doesn’t say anything. He’s used to this kind of lavishness, and that’s clear from his car, his uncle, and the way that he treats Megumi, but it’s clear he doesn’t meet many people he can understand, and unfortunately, Megumi knows what that’s like.
“The bar’s this way,” Megumi says, removing his shoes. “Come on.”
They walk through the open foyer, passing a dining room, a sitting room, and a living room. The kitchen is attached to another, smaller dining area, and on the other side of it is a full bar. On the adjacent wall is an endless wine selection that Megumi doesn’t usually touch, but he’s feeling particularly red, so he grabs a pinot noir and holds up the bottle.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect,” Yuuji says with a smile, leaning against the bar.
Megumi returns the smile, grabbing a bottle opener and two wine glasses. Handing one to Yuuji, he asks, “Would you like a tour?”
Yuuji takes it, sipping the wine, and replies, “Whatever you’re willing to show me.”
Megumi hums. There’s a lot I’d like to show you. He nods towards the door to follow him and brings the bottle with him.
They continue to walk through the estate. Megumi explains some of the paintings on the walls and goes more into depth about what it was like for him to grow up in the city and then move out here. He and his sister were taken in by Gojo at a young age, which was strange at first, but it turned out to be good for all of them.
Now, Tsumiki is off getting a doctorate, and Megumi is planning to take over Gojo’s company. It was something that essentially fell into his lap, but he can’t complain. Sob stories and general past aside, Megumi isn’t giving Yuuji this tour to tell him about the international shipping empire that Gojo runs.
As they make their way upstairs, he drinks more of the wine, letting the buzz of it build his confidence. Yuuji follows, making comments or asking the occasional question, and Megumi responds in kind. By the time they reach the third floor, it becomes apparent that they’ve reached Megumi’s and Tsumiki’s floor. Up until then, it had been communal spaces, offices, libraries, spare bedrooms, and bathrooms. Megumi pointed out Gojo and Geto’s room, but out of privacy (and his own sanity), he didn’t go inside. However, the third floor—the entire floor—was just for Megumi and Tsumiki.
They pass a sitting room with a large television and an endless selection of gaming consoles, and there’s a kid’s playroom that had been converted into a study area when Megumi reached high school. That leaves two rooms left on the entire floor. Tsumiki’s room and Megumi’s.
“That’s where my sister stays when she comes home,” Megumi says, pointing to a door with chipping painted flowers. When she was thirteen, she asked if she could paint her door, but the years have started to show, and Megumi doesn’t think she has the time to touch them up.
“And that leaves…” Yuuji trails off, a small half-smile resting on his face. His glass is nearly empty, and Megumi refills it. Yuuji’s smile grows wider, and he says, voice gruff, “If you keep giving me more, I won’t be able to drive home.”
“Shame,” Megumi replies, opening the door to his room.
It’s large but simple. His bed sits below a window that looks out to the side of the house, and he has a set of balcony doors that sit over the backyard. There are a couple of nightstands, a television, several shelves full of books, a loveseat, and a couple of chairs.
Megumi sighs and sets the wine on a small table in front of the loveseat, falling back into it. He sinks into the cushions as Yuuji joins him, and they sit like that for a moment, just staring at one another. The wine leaves him feeling good. He’s not quite tipsy, but he’s getting there. Yuuji seems to be about the same, but when his glass empties, he’s the one who reaches for the bottle to refill it.
“What happened to getting home?” Megumi teases, holding up his glass as Yuuji pours into it. They’ve almost finished the bottle at this point, but he can’t say that he feels bad. Gojo doesn’t drink and Geto has a million pinot noirs. They’ll live.
Yuuji smirks, leaning in until his lips are grazing Megumi’s ear, and whispers, “I don’t think you want me going home.”
His breath tickles Megumi’s ear, and it causes a shiver to run down his spine. Megumi exhales slowly, turning his head to the shell of Yuuji’s ear. “Do you want to go home?”
His voice is low. He practically growls it, but he’s been exercising incredible self-restraint since the front fucking door shut, so Yuuji’s just going to have to forgive him for the slight loss of control.
But then Yuuji moves closer, his nose pressing into his skin as he nibbles the lobe, and Megumi almost drops his wine onto the couch. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Fuck, no,” Megumi whines. He pulls back just enough to meet Yuuji’s darkened gaze and crashes their lips together.
It’s immediately hot. They’re panting into each other’s mouths like they can’t breathe, and the taste of wine on Yuuji’s tongue intoxicates Megumi more than the alcohol ever did. Fuck, he wants to touch him. Megumi breaks the kiss for a split second to put the wine back on the table, and Yuuji quickly follows. The second the glass is out of their hands, they’re back on each other in an instant. Yuuji grabs the back of Megumi’s head, his fingers getting tangled in his hair. He tugs, just enough for it to sting, and it elicits a moan out of Megumi’s mouth before he can stop himself.
He can feel Yuuji smirking against his lips as they continue to kiss. Yuuji licks into his mouth, tasting him, and Megumi lets himself be pushed back until he’s on top. He tugs at the collar of Yuuji’s shirt, pulling him closer, and bites his bottom lip. The noise that comes from Yuuji is strangled in the back of his throat, and it drives Megumi insane.
He can feel his cock hardening, the friction of their moving bodies only adding to the desire that pools in the base of his stomach. Megumi shifts his hips up, pressing into Yuuji, and they both moan when their cocks rub against each other.
“Fuck,” Yuuji growls, pulling back. He hisses through his teeth and dives back down, kissing at Megumi’s jaw. His hand sits on his throat, and he uses his thumb to push his chin up, giving him better access to his throat.
Megumi hums in content, closing his eyes as he runs his hand through Yuuji’s hair. Yuuji mouths at his neck, dragging his teeth down from his jaw to his collarbone. When he sucks at his pulse point, Megumi groans, thrusting his hips, and it causes Yuuji to groan back.
He can’t take it anymore. He needs to feel his skin. Megumi reaches for the hem of Yuuji’s shirt, and one tug is all it takes for Yuuji to get the message. He pulls his shirt off quickly, then reaches for Megumi to do the same.
His skin is hot as he presses into his chest. Goosebumps raise up and down his back as Megumi rakes his fingernails over it, and Yuuji continues to kiss his way down from his neck to his chest. Megumi sighs as Yuuji tentatively licks a nipple. He raises his head, peering up at Megumi, his pupils wide and dark. Then, slowly, he brings his thumb to his mouth, dragging his tongue over it, and rubs his other nipple.
Megumi moans, arching his back as his nails dig into the flesh of Yuuji’s back. Yuuji sucks at his chest, flicking the bud with his tongue and dragging his teeth over it while his hand works the other. Megumi is painfully hard, his abdomen tightening as he tries to breathe slowly.
Yuuji moves on, kissing his way down his stomach, mouthing at his skin, and stops just over his belt.
“Is this what you want?” Yuuji teases, palming his cock through the fabric. A lazy smile rests on his face as he stares, watching for every expression and reaction.
Megumi moans, raising his hips in response. He presses into the touch, but Yuuji pulls away.
“Use your words, baby,” he says, toying with the belt buckle.
“Yes, please,” Megumi breathes out, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Yuuji. Please.”
Yuuji’s eyes darken, his smile fading, and he lowers his head. He quickly unfastens Megumi’s belt and moves on to the button and zipper of his pants. Yuuji doesn’t even bother to strip him, pulling his slacks down just enough to let his cock spring free. The cool air of the room makes Megumi hiss, and there’s already a bead of precum leaking from the tip.
Yuuji stares up at Megumi, eye contact unbreaking, as he surges forward and licks a strip up the base of his cock, all the way to the tip, sucking the precum off, before pulling away with a pop!
“Fuck, oh my god,” Megumi moans, throwing his head back onto the arm of the loveseat. He screws his eyes shut, brows pinching as Yuuji lazily jerks him off.
Every time he tries to jerk his hips, Yuuji’s other hand holds him firmly in place, and the restriction is both frustrating and incredibly hot. Megumi lets out a long, strangled sigh as Yuuji thumbs the tip of his cock, pumping his hand.
“Let me hear you,” Yuuji says. His voice is rough, low, and so hot.
“I’m not much of a talker in bed,” Megumi quips back, staring at the ceiling as he swallows down another moan.
Yuuji hums.
Then he takes Megumi into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Megumi damn near yells, arching his back as Yuuji continues to suck him off. His hands hold him in place, and his tongue swirls over the tip before he dips lower, opening his throat and swallowing him down. Yuuji hums again with Megumi’s cock in his mouth, and the vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure all throughout his body. Megumi’s hands fly to Yuuji’s hair, fisting it, and he says, “Fuck, yeah. That feels good.”
Yuuji pulls off again, smirking up at him. “‘Not much of a talker,’ right?”
Megumi meets his gaze with a glare. “Shut up.”
“I want you to beg me to fuck you,” Yuuji says as he presses his thumbs into Megumi’s hips. “Think you can do that for me, or am I going to have to make you?”
A wave of competitiveness flares inside of Megumi, and he adjusts the grip in Yuuji’s hair to pull his head back. Hard. Yuuji looks at him like he wants to devour Megumi, his mouth parted and Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. The sight is sinful, and it makes Megumi want to turn things around, to have Yuuji’s cock in his mouth while he babbles incoherently.
But that can wait.
“You might have to make me,” Megumi growls, tightening his fist.
Yuuji groans from the pain, but the grip on Megumi’s hips tightens. “Oh, I will.”
Megumi makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and relaxes his grip just enough for Yuuji to move again. His mouth is on Megumi in an instant, swallowing around his cock as Megumi lets his head fall back. Yuuji bobs his head, and Megumi feels a coil tightening in his stomach. His hands are still restricting him from moving, and it has Megumi’s mind reeling.
“God, yes,” Megumi breathes, as his fingers tangle in Yuuji’s hair. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”
Yuuji hums, sending another wave of vibrations that light up every one his nerves. He sucks the tip, his fingers practically bruising Megumi’s hips, as the buzz from the wine makes every sensation more pleasurable. Megumi tries to thrust up, seeking his own release, but Yuuji doesn’t budge. Fuck, he really is strong.
“Yuuji— fuck—”
He doesn’t know how much longer he can last like this. Yuuji moves at a relaxed pace, but his slow and meticulous movements are what’s sending him over the edge.
“Fuck— I’m— fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Yuuji takes that as a sign to start moving faster, relaxing his grip on Megumi’s hips. Megumi quickly takes advantage of the small amount of allowed freedom, and he throws his head back when Yuuji releases a hand altogether to stroke him off in time with his small thrusts. His tongue swirls around the tip again, and that’s all it takes to finally send him over the edge.
Megumi lets out a guttural moan, the coil in his stomach snapping as he finally releases into Yuuji’s mouth. Yuuji strokes him through it, swallowing everything down until Megumi practically goes limp on the couch.
When he pulls off, Megumi can’t help but hiss from the sensation, but he barely has time to recover before Yuuji is crashing back into his mouth. He can taste himself through the kiss, and Yuuji’s mouth is hot and wet as their tongues clash and lick at each other. Megumi moans into the kiss, and Yuuji grinds down on his thigh, his cock still hard beneath his jeans.
Yuuji bites his bottom lip, sucking as he pulls off, and Megumi tries to follow him.
“God, Yuuji, please,” Megumi begs, grabbing a fistful of hair. He pulls him back in, licking at the outer lobe of his ear. His voice is low, breathy, as he says, “Fuck me.”
Yuuji lets out a small whine from the back of his throat as he pulls back entirely, getting off of Megumi. “Bed. Now.”
Megumi sits up, kissing him, and they both stand, knocking into one of the chairs as they move through the darkened room. Hands are wandering, and Megumi can already feel himself getting hard again, lost in the sensation of Yuuji’s mouth on his.
They fall onto the bed in a huff, and Megumi quickly sheds the rest of his clothes, reaching for the drawer in the nightstand for some lube and a condom. Yuuji kisses his neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark that has Megumi crying out from the mix of pain and pleasure. He drops the items onto the bed, in favour of scratching Yuuji’s back.
Yuuji moves back up to kiss Megumi as he starts to unbutton his jeans. Megumi helps him shoving them down along with his boxers in a single movement. At the sight of Yuuji’s cock, Megumi surges forward and licks from the base to the tip. Yuuji groans and nearly tumbles on top of him as Megumi swallows him down. The taste of Yuuji is just as addicting as he thought it would be, and he moans around his cock, swirling his tongue and letting the salty taste of precum spur him on.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’ll come in your mouth,” Yuuji grits out, using his grip in Megumi’s hair to pull him off. “Next time.”
And—fuck—Megumi likes the promise of next time, so he starts to kiss Yuuji’s stomach, licking over the ridges of his abs as he mouths his way back up, to his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, and then his lips. Yuuji groans, kissing him back and reaches for the lube, quickly opening the cap and pouring some onto his fingers.
Without breaking their kiss, he begins circling Megumi’s entrance with his finger. It’s a little cold to the touch, and slowly, tentatively, Yuuji begins to press inside. At the same time, the kiss slows, and he explores every part of Megumi’s mouth with his tongue.
The stretch takes a moment to get used to, but Yuuji moves carefully to make sure that he’s not hurting Megumi. The sentiment is sweet, but Megumi’s too fucking horny and it’s been too fucking long for him to care, and he sucks in a sharp breath, biting down on Yuuji’s lip.
“Come on, I know you can do better than that,” Megumi growls, staring up at Yuuji in the eye. “I want you fuck me.”
Yuuji swallows, inhaling shakily before he nods, wetting his lips. “You asked for this.”
Megumi lets out a small laugh, pulling the other man forward and licking the shell of his ear. “Make me regret it then,” he whispers, shoving Yuuji away from him and falling back onto the bed.
Yuuji smiles, and it’s almost too cute and boyish for what he does next. He pulls his finger out, using both hands to grab Megumi by the sides and flip him over in an instant. Megumi lands on his stomach with a small oof!, but he doesn’t have any time to get his bearings before Yuuji is pulling him up by the hips.
He tries to support himself on his elbows, but Yuuji puts his hand between his shoulder blades and shoves him back down.
“Really, now?” Megumi asks, turning back to look at Yuuji.
Yuuji smiles at him again, but this one is darker, ridden with desire and lust. All he says is, “You asked for this.”
Megumi’s heart races as he wets his lips. The challenge, the power, it’s all adding fuel to the fire that burns within him, and his cock twitches.
“Yeah?” he asks. “Then give it to me.”
Yuuji pours some more lube onto his fingers and holds the open bottle over Megumi’s ass. It dribbles over him, cold, and causes him to hiss at the contact. Then, without warning, Yuuji is pressing another finger inside of him.
Megumi moans from the feeling of being prepped. Yuuji curls up, twisting around and letting him get used to the stretch. Megumi’s grip on the sheets tightens as he forces himself to breathe slowly and relax, because then Yuuji is pressing another finger inside.
He takes more time with two, scissoring his fingers and opening him slowly. He pushes in and out, the only sounds in the room coming from Megumi and Yuuji’s fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Megumi groans, dropping his head onto the sheets. “Keep going like that.”
“Yeah?” Yuuji asks, pressing further in and curling just enough until he hits a spot that has Megumi jerking forward. “Like that?”
“Fuck— do that again,” Megumi cries out.
Yuuji grabs his hips and pulls him back, repeating the motion until Megumi is nearly incoherent. He stretches him, pressing in with a third finger, meeting Megumi’s thrusts with his own. Megumi’s hard again, feeling that coil slowly tightening once more. He needs to feel Yuuji inside of him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going like this.
“Shit— Yuuji— ‘m ready now,” Megumi huffs out, panting between words.
“Mm, are you sure?” Yuuji asks. His voice is teasing and cocky.
Fuck. He wants him to beg for it.
“Yes, idiot,” Megumi snarls. “Fuck me already.”
“I think you need a little bit more, baby.” Fake innocence drips from his voice, and it drives Megumi insane. Yuuji curls his fingers again, brushing against that spot, and Megumi practically yells.
“Please, Yuuji,” Megumi begs. “Please— fuck— Yuuji— God. Fuck me.”
“You want my cock that badly, baby?” Yuuji asks, still pressing against that spot.
It’s to the point where Megumi is overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure exploding throughout his body. He fists the sheets until his knuckles are white and squeezes his eyes shut. “God, yes. Please, just fuck me.”
Yuuji hums, leaning over him to press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. It’s such a jarring feeling compared to everything else he’s been doing to Megumi’s body, and when he finally pulls his fingers out, Megumi shudders.
He can hear the condom wrapper ripping, the sharp hiss of Yuuji’s breath as he rolls it over his cock and coats it with lube, and when Megumi turns around, it’s just in time to see Yuuji lining it up.
“Are you ready?” he asks, one hand resting over the base of his spine. It’s almost too sweet. Too sincere. Yuuji is looking at Megumi, waiting for the go ahead, and something tells him that this is him really asking.
It’s a nice gesture. Megumi will file it in the reasons to keep seeing Itadori Yuuji folder later, but for right now—
He jerks his hips back, pressing against Yuuji’s cock, and hisses, “Just fuck me.”
Yuuji doesn’t need any other confirmation. He lines back up with Megumi’s entrance and pushes in. The stretch is so much more than what Megumi was prepared for. Yuuji slides in slowly, letting him get used to the size, until he’s all the way in, waiting as Megumi breathes around him.
Fuck, it feels so good. Megumi is breathing quick, shallow breaths as he adjusts, and Yuuji’s hand is still pressed comfortingly on his back. Once he feels that he’s ready, he says, “Move.”
Yuuji pulls back, sliding against him, stopping at the tip, and waits. Megumi’s breath slows, and as he starts to turn around to ask him what he’s doing, Yuuji slams into him.
A sharp cry escapes from his mouth, and he has to brace himself on the sheets. His face is pressed against the fabric as Yuuji thrusts into him, and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. It feels too good. The stretch is too big. Yuuji’s cock pumps in and out of him, and Megumi is too far gone to understand the noises coming out of his mouth.
He groans when Yuuji grabs his hips, moving them for him so his thrusts are better timed. Megumi grips the sheets, his forehead pressed into the bed, and it feels like the entire room is shaking.
“Oh my fucking god, Yuuji,” he babbles. “Fuck— you feel so good.”
“You like my fucking cock?” Yuuji asks, reaching for his hair. He fists it, pulling Megumi back until he has to use his elbows to support himself. “You wanna come on my cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” Megumi says, his voice strained. He’s already leaking precum as Yuuji continues to thrust into him.
They groan together when Megumi pushes back, and Yuuji releases the grip in his hair to grab his hips once more. It’s bruising, but the pain only adds to the sensations that thrum through the rest of his body. It feels like his skin is on fire, and Megumi continues to take Yuuji over and over again.
Fuck, it feels amazing, and he can’t keep himself from babbling. Yuuji blathers, too. He mumbles broken phrases of fuck, yeah and shit, you’re so fucking tight. Megumi can barely think straight, as the tension builds—higher and higher—until he feels himself on the brink.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Yuuji says as his thrust start to become harder and more erratic. “’m gonna come.”
“I’m gonna— fuck— yeah?” Megumi asks, turning back to look at Yuuji.
“Want you to come first,” he breathes. “Can you do that? Can you come on my cock?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Megumi cries out.
Yuuji reaches underneath him, wrapping his arm around Megumi’s stomach and pulling him back. He sits back on his heels, thrusting up into Megumi as he bounces from the force. The angle is too perfect, and he hits that spot that makes him see stars as he pumps into him. The sensation is too much, and Megumi reaches back, fisting a handful of Yuuji’s hair as he comes with a yell.
“Fuck!” Yuuji curses, thrusting into him one more time, coming with him.
They’re both breathing heavily, and Megumi practically slumps in his arms. Yuuji exhales loudly, still supporting him, and drops his forehead onto Megumi’s shoulder.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.
Megumi hums and leans back, gently carding his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. It was.”
“We probably need to get cleaned up now,” Yuuji suggests with a small laugh.
Megumi only hums again.
Slowly, Yuuji lifts Megumi up enough to pull out. They both hiss at the sensation, and when Yuuji steps up from the bed, Megumi practically melts into the sheets. Yuuji discards the condom and walks into his bathroom for a towel. He starts with cleaning Megumi first, gentle and loving, then cleans himself off.
The two of them make their way to the large shower, and Megumi sits on the stone bench as hot water rains down on them both. Yuuji steps before he does, but not before he presses a soft kiss to the top of his head that leaves butterflies fluttering in Megumi’s stomach.
When he finally has energy again, he finishes up in the bathroom and walks out to the bedroom to see that the bed is made with a fresh cover and sheets, and a discarded pile of sheets lay on the floor next to the loveseat.
Yuuji is just starting to put his clothes back on when Megumi stops him with a kiss. It’s slow, sensual, and Yuuji’s thumb lightly brushes over Megumi’s cheek as their mouths continue to move against one another. When they finally pull away, Megumi’s hand continues to rest over his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Megumi murmurs.
Yuuji swallows and looks around awkwardly. “I didn’t think you’d want me to stay.”
“Why wouldn’t I want you to do that?” he asks.
“You said—”
Megumi cuts him off with another kiss. This one is more heated and lustful, and when Megumi pulls away, he drags his teeth across Yuuji’s bottom lip. “I said that to make you less nervous. I want you to stay the night. If you want to.”
Yuuji stares at him, his mouth parted. He swallows, nodding, and says, “I do. I’d really like to. And in the morning, I’d like to take you out for coffee.”
Megumi hums and presses one more, chaste kiss on his lips. “It’s a date then. Second one.”
Yuuji smiles, and something tells Megumi that he’s going to be seeing a lot more of that smile from this point forward. It’s not like he’s complaining. He doesn’t intend to let this guy go, and it’s not just because the sex was good.
“It’s a date,” he says.
Megumi smiles back.