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Megumi loved these movie nights with Yuuji. They were becoming increasingly rare since final exams had been taking up most of their free time lately with studying, and whenever they could afford a night snuggled up on the couch with a movie, it was most often interrupted by Nobara bursting in with a case of beer or vodka or whatever else she found in her dorm’s top shelf to cry about some girl “Maki” who was in love with another man. It was also difficult for the both of them to excuse themselves to a Saturday night hunkered down in Yuuji’s apartment. Sure, nothing seemed out of the ordinary for Megumi, introvert that he was, but to find Yuuji anywhere but a club or a house party on a night off was a campus unicorn. This was one of the few things Megumi loathed about his boyfriend, aside from maybe his sickeningly sweet attitude about some things. The few times Yuuji had been able to drag him out the door with that certain charisma of his, the night usually ended up with his head in a toilet, throwing up what little alcohol his body could handle. Or if he’d gotten too bored early on, which was more often than not the case, he simply locked himself in a bedroom and read a book. Yes, Megumi was the only person Yuuji knew to steal away a bedroom at a houseparty to read. So, if they had the choice of a night out or a night in, they usually chose the latter. Sure, Yuuji could get a bit ancy not being able to rid his stress from the week out on the town, but then again he got to share another one of his favorite things with his boyfriend: film.
Most people saw Yuuji as a textbook “fun loving idiot,” and hell, Megumi had thought the same thing when he first met the boy, too. Though his grades didn’t show it, and his toned physique probably gave off a jock vibe, Yuuji was one of the most compelling people he had ever spoken to. He’d never known someone so passionate about their calling, and sure, most film majors were, but there was something else about Yuuji. He’d never seen someone dissect the themes and symbolism of a movie so intimately with utter disregard for anybody else’s interest, then the next moment do a mock impression of all the characters. He was the only person that got Megumi to listen to his recommendation, go home and watch it, then return only to rebuttal all his claims about the movie.
Maybe that was why their friendship got so much more intimate than all the others they’d had. Maybe that was why Yuuji could tell him he liked boys too. Maybe that’s why they had started dating, keeping it secret from everyone else because Yuuji just wasn’t ready to let the whole world know yet, and Megumi was okay with that. His shyness was something that he sort of welcomed since he knew it so well in himself.
So, on the occasional evening they were able to steal away just for the two of them, Megumi could lay comfortably in Yuuji’s arms across the sofa, watching some action movie that his boyfriend insisted was a cinematic masterpiece. He inhaled the warm scent of him, the wood-and-spice aroma of his cologne. The heat of his boyfriend’s body along with the soft embrace started pulling his consciousness away from the movie and into sleep.
“Wake up, this is the best part,” Yuuji said, shaking Megumi awake. The two characters on the screen were engaged in some poorly choreographed action scene in a subway station. Megumi lifted himself up a bit to get a better view of the TV.
“What are we even watching?” he said, thinking he must have been out for longer than he thought. “What’s with the shitty CGI?”
“They didn’t use CGI, that’s the beauty of it.” Yuuji stared intently at the screen. “They really only used it for the bullets and stuff, but all the combat the actors had to actually learn.”
Megumi actually found this a bit interesting, but more so was charmed that his boyfriend thought the shitty action sequences were amazing. He flopped back down to nuzzle into the nook of Yuuji’s neck to nod off again.
“Megumi, look! They’re about to get hit by a train!” Yuuji tried to pique his interest and shook him again. He only received an annoyed groan in response. “Megumiiiiii, get up!” he whined again.
The combination of close contact and his boyfriend’s pleading sparked something a little nervy, a little sinister in Megumi’s chest. He moved to press a heated, yet superficial kiss on Yuuji’s lips. With a wry smile he said, “Well why don’t you make me get up,” and accentuated his demand by slipping his hand under the hem of his shirt and massaging his side.
“I- uh, I…” was all the other could get out as his cheeks quickly blushed pink, and Megumi chuckled at how easily he was able to crumple his usual cool swagger. Megumi decided to quell his nerves with another deep kiss.
As he ran his hand up Yuuji’s toned chest, he could feel him running his tongue needily along the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Megumi opened up to let Yuuji explore his mouth, his tongue massaging the space between his lips and gums, then playing with Megumi’s own tongue. He loved kissing Yuuji, it was so much more different than anybody he had kissed before. He was so wanton, always needing more and mapping every part of Megumi’s mouth.
Megumi reluctantly pulled off, dragging Yuuji’s bottom lip through his teeth as he did, looking down at his boyfriend’s dopey smile. He always knew the pink-haired boy liked it when he took initiative; so few of his past partners ever had with him. He kissed just below Yuuji’s jawline, brushing his cheek against the light amount of stubble. He could smell where Yuuji had dabbed on his cologne that morning. Megumi first teasingly kissed his neck, then started nibbling and sucking right where he knew the other was sensitive. Yuuji could only wrap his hands around the small of the other’s back as he complained, always wanting more, and lifting his hips up into the space between them to get some relief to his already aching cock. Megumi only shushed him with a finger to his lips and eyed the purple bruise of his handiwork.
“You’re so needy today,” Megumi whispered into his ear, voice heavy with a mocking tone.
“I’m needy? You’re the one all over me today,” Yuuji responded, one hand carding through black hair and the other making its way down to grope his boyfriend’s ass. “You know I’m a sucker for when you take initiative.”
Megumi swiftly lifted up to straddle his waist, one hand still pawing at one of the other’s pecs. “Yeah, I know you do.” He could feel the distinct hardness beneath him, rolled his hips slightly to tease a shaky breath out of Yuuji. “You want more?”
“Fuck, yeah, gimme more.”
“Off,” he said, grabbing the hem of his shirt, and Yuuji flung his arms up above his head. As he lifted it off him, Megumi stared unabashedly at his bare chest being revealed. He wondered how the other could keep in such great shape so effortlessly, especially considering the amount of alcohol he had witnessed him consume at parties. He flung the piece of clothing somewhere in the direction of the TV, playing the closing credits to the movie they had already forgotten about. Megumi resumed his work on Yuuji’s body in the strong arms of his boyfriend. Kissing his way over Yuuji’s adam’s apple and collar bone, he left more dark marks on his tan skin. When he reached the valley between his pecs, Megumi rubbed his fingers in circles around each nipple, occasionally pinching the sensitive buds.
“Oh, fuck…” Yuuji groaned out, and Megumi could hear the vibrations of his voice through his chest. He licked a line straight up his sternum to look up at his boyfriend’s flustered expression.
“You like it when I play with your nipples, don’t you?”
He knew Yuuji liked his nipples played with, of course, something he had joyfully learned during one of their more adventurous makeout sessions. He knew the sensitive pieces of flesh had so rarely gotten any attention from any other partner, making Megumi’s teasing with his soft finger all the more special. Megumi always put this knowledge to good use.
“Fuck, Megumi. Don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me bust in my pants,” he whined, draping an arm over his eyes to try and protect himself from his boyfriend’s gaze. “And yes,” he added in a small voice.
Megumi smiled to himself, continuing his pattern of sucking and biting down between Itaodri’s hard abs, stopping at the line of brown hair that trailed from his navel down into the waist of his jeans. He always liked seeing Yuuji’s body hair, it was a little reminder that the boy’s unnaturally pink hair was dyed, and though this fact was obvious, it was still something only Megumi got to see.
“Is this okay? Can I go further?” Megumi broke the shamelessly erotic character he had been in to assure that Yuuji was okay with where things were leading. Though Yuuji was known to get around with many of the cute girls on campus, Megumi knew he was Yuuji’s first experience with a guy. He knew that he could get nervous, overwhelmed because this was something so foreign to him, something he’d been afraid to admit to himself for so long. Even though his sex drive was especially high, even for a guy their age, it had taken months for the couple to escalate the relationship to anything sexual. Megumi was okay with this, though. He personally understood the struggles of accepting who you are and what you love, including the voice that once plagued his head saying this is wrong . If Yuuji wasn’t ready for full-fledged sex yet, he would let him take as much time as he needed to get to that point. All they had done so far was mostly over-the-clothes stuff, a few handjobs. Megumi was happy with what he got, especially considering what little action he got before they started dating.
“Yeah, you can…” and Yuuji let him fill in the rest of that sentence. Reassured, Megumi unfastened his belt and undid the top button of his jeans. He didn’t realize Yuuji would be wearing a fucking button fly , the unfamiliarity of unfastening buttons the other way around combined with the little light the TV provided making the whole difficult process too lengthy for either of their tastes.
“Wait, here” Yuuji said, and moved to lift Megumi off him, sensing his frustration. With a fluid movement, he sat upright with his legs off the couch and undid each button in quick succession, then lifted his hips up to pull the jeans down as far as he could. They could only reach just below his waist, getting caught on his trunk-like thighs, and Megumi silently cursed his boyfriend’s taste for skinny jeans.
He crawled down the sofa, kneeling between the other’s spread legs with a knee touching each shoulder. Megumi reached a gentle hand to palm at the length that protruded from the front of his boxer-briefs. They were baby blue with black and white dogs on them. He remembered Yuuji had bought them because they reminded him of the pictures Megumi had shown him of his own dogs back home. The thought elicited a fondness for his boyfriend, but he tried to bring his attention back to the task at hand. A dark spot had formed where the head of Yuuji’s cock was, so Megumi thumbed the damp fabric. Yuuji let a drawn-out, unrestrained moan escape him, his cock finally getting some of the relief it needed.
Megumi fingered the hem of his underwear, looking up at his red face for a final assurance that this was okay, that he wanted this. Yuuji only put his hand on top of Megumi’s, helping him pull down the garment while also reassuring his boyfriend. Megumi loved how he could speak to him without words, how he could whisper in his ear like he was hushing all his fears away without uttering a breath. Yuuji’s hands could tell him so many things, from his mood by the way he fidgeted with the neckline of his shirt to the soft caresses of his calloused fingers that let Megumi know he loved him like no other. Now, however, Megumi felt a bit of irritation, reminding him just how ancy he could get, especially with sex.
Megumi pulled the fabric down along with him, though it could only reach to where his jeans had been left, but that was enough for their current objective. Yuuji’s cock flopped heavy onto his stomach with a distinct smack . As a relieved sigh came from above Megumi, the throbbing thing finally escaping its confines, he massaged the meaty flesh of Yuuji’s thighs, fingertips scratching the dusting of hair on them. Megumi simply eyed the cock for a second; he’d seen it a handful of times by now, but it was still a sight to behold. It was average in length (Megumi was never one to care about that sort of thing, it being longer than his own, anyways), but it was thick, Megumi could barely wrap a hand around it. The veiny shaft led up to his angry red head, foreskin covering most of it except for the slit which was leaking an obscene amount of precum down the rest of it. His balls looked heavy and Megumi wanted to suck on them, first embarrassed at his own thought then realizing that he probably wouldn’t be able to fit them both in his mouth at the same time. His cock lay parallel on his abs to his happy trail, the brown hair leading down into the lightly trimmed bush nestled around his cock.
“Megumi, you’re killing me here,” Yuuji rasped. “Quit tryna fuck me with your eyes, will ya?” and Megumi noticed his cock was red, bouncing against his belly in need. His knuckles were white, gripping the fabric of the couch cushions harshly. Snapping back into reality and giving Yuuji an apologetic look, Megumi reached out and grasped him in his hand. Stroking at a leisurely pace, he savored the way the wet head was slowly revealed and how Yuuji’s breath hitched when his thumb pressed against the underside of the head. Yuuji let out a breathy sigh of relief even at the faint touches. Megumi craned his head over the other’s crotch, inhaling the musky scent as he kitten-licked the slit. He let the bead of precum that had been collecting there fall into his mouth. The salty-sweet flavor made him go back in, wrapping his lips around the crown of the head, the hand that wasn’t bracing itself against Yuuji’s waist covering the rest of the length.
Megumi was taking his time to enjoy himself, dipping into the slit to gather more delicious precum, swirling the tip of his tongue where the head and the foreskin met. Taking in the taste of the cock in his mouth, the heady aroma took over his senses in a scent which Megumi could only describe as Yuuji : the same scent he knew from when he would snuggle close to him in his arms, using his chest as a pillow. But it was so much more intense, more intimate now with the heat of Yuuji’s chest now replaced with the heat of his length on his tongue, and his lover’s hands were now carding through his hair, urging him to go deeper. Megumi complied of course, if only to get more of his musk and more of his Yuuji.
Keeping a steady – and surprisingly restrained – pressure on the back of his head, Yuuji brought his boyfriend’s lips all the way down to the base of his cock, feeling that warm wetness ease its way to cover his entire length. When the bulbous met the tightness of the back of Megumi’s throat, he couldn’t help but grunt as his hands balled up in his black hair and his hips thrusted up, trying desperately to get more of that feeling.
“Fuck, shit dude, I’m so sorry,” Itadori said as Megumi turned around to cough. Megumi was a bit pissed at his boyfriend, a little humored that he still called him “dude” in a situation as intimate as this, but most of all impressed by his own ability to make Yuuji so desperate just by deepthroating him. He silently wondered if any of Yuuji’s past girlfriends had been able to do that. Megumi wasn’t the jealous type – not usually, at least – but knowing he could do something to Yuuji, make him feel something he hasn’t ever felt with anyone else gave Megumi a strange sense of pride.
“I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t be mad, I really didn’t mean–” Megumi shut him up with a flick square between the eyes. “Oww…”
“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean to.” I was just too good , he was about to add, but he thought it a bit too cocky. “Let me just…” and he reached back to grab Yuuji’s cock. It was red and leaking, no doubt freezing cold from Megumi’s spit.
“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” he said as he halted Megumi’s hand with his own. “I can just go to the bathroom and–”
“What, jerk off? ‘Cause that wouldn’t be awkward.” He could sense Yuuji tense up from his crassness. “I’m not made of glass, you know. Just warn a guy next time, okay?” He pushed past Yuuji to wrap his lithe fingers around his thick cock again, and the paralyzing grip subdued any other argument from the boy.
He brought himself back to where he was with his lips grazing the tip of his dick, but this time with each of his hands bolstered against Yuuji’s thighs as an extra precaution. Megumi took the head into his mouth, enveloping the shaft at a sluggish pace. This was partly his usual teasing, partly a little revenge. He peeked his eyes up to see the boy’s silent whines trying to escape his pursed lips and his abs tensing as he struggled not to push himself up into the tantalizing heat.
Megumi let the cock bottom out in his throat again, the head testing his gag reflex. He counted himself lucky he didn’t have much of one due to the times he’s had to stick his own fingers down his throat after a drink or two too many handed to him from Nobara. His lips were touching the very base of Yuuji’s cock, nose nuzzled in his pubes. Here, his musk was even stronger than before, heady and sweated yet not at all unpleasant. Megumi was usually grossed out by anything to do with sweat (he took two showers on a muggy day), but now it only reminded him of Yuuji and that certain masculine quality he had: not just his strong build and athleticism, but the part of him that radiated sex. It was the thing that drew him to Yuuji, what let him know this guy fucks .
Yuuji always teased him when he got so caught up in his own thoughts his conscience was severed from the world around him, but this time he was only pushed back into reality by the cock pulsing idly in his mouth and the bit of drool that fell down to his chin. Megumi heard a muffled whimper from above him. Yuuji’s teeth looked like they were about to draw blood from his lip, already pink and puffy from their kissing. His knuckles turned white where they were fisted in the fabric of the couch like they had to anchor themselves to something lest he touch his partner. Megumi pulled off yet again, the excessive amount of drool creating a line from his lips to Yuuji’s cock.
“You can talk to me, you know,” Megumi said, hand casually stroking the spit-slicked cock to allay some of the pain from the tortoure he had been dealing his boyfriend. “Or put your hands on me. You won’t hurt me, I promise. It kind of… turns me on.”
Yuuji nodded and Megumi put his mouth back on him, and the pink-haired boy let an elongated groan escape him, one that he must have been keeping in his throat for too long. Megumi started a slow rhythm, taking Yuuji down as far as he could till he almost choked, slipping off until just the head was in his mouth, then going back down again. With the steady stream of pleasure coming to him combined with Megumi’s assurance, Yuuji gradually snaked his hands around the nape of his neck. Megumi hummed in approval around his cock, sending vibrations all the way down his shaft to his belly.
“Fuck, Megumi,” Yuuji finally let out. He applied some pressure on Megumi’s head; not enough to push him down, but just enough to let him know how he wanted it. Megumi let him guide him, never being thrust too harshly against his waist. He kept his hips against the couch. “Yeah, just like that.” Yuuji slipped his hands into Megumi’s hair, his thumbs rubbing circles into the messied locks.
“You sound really good like that,” Megumi rasped, his throat hoarse from the cock barating it. He covered Yuuji’s cock with both his hands to let himself speak. “I like hearing your voice. You sound good when you’re needy.” In any other situation, Megumi would be too timid to say anything like that to Yuuji (or anyone for that matter), but he was too caught up in his own arousal to entertain any embarrassment. Yuuji gave an audible gulp in response and didn’t even try to refute what the other said. He tightened the grip on Megumi’s hair and brought him back to his stiff cock.
“You’re so good at this,” Yuuji said as he guided his boyfriend back and forth on his length. “You suck me so well, so hot and wet. Fuck, never felt something so good on my dick.” Yuuji certainly took his comment to heart, that was for sure. Yuuji was shaking his legs, a telltale sign that he was excited about something. Knowing this also turned Megumi on increased his eagerness tenfold, even if the black-haired boy was ignoring the ache in his own pants. “That's… shit, that’s really good.” He closed his eyes and threw his head back, only to snap back up and get the attention of his boyfriend below him.
“C-can I ask something?” Yuuji said, and it was the first time Megumi had heard him stutter.
“How do you want it?” Megumi said in his usual tersity, of course already knowing the nature of his request. He continued stroking absentmindedly, pinching at the foreskin as it rolled above the head, something he learned ticked the boy off in the good kind of way.
“I mean you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable,” Yuuji began to draw on, but his own want coupled with Megumi’s intense gaze made him brief. “Can you suck my balls? I just think it’d be really hot and no one else’s done it before and–”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Megumi said it in a monotonous tone which betrayed sarcasm, but Yuuji swore could detect enthusiasm in his voice.
If it wasn’t in what he said, it was certainly in his actions. Megumi dove into where Yuuji’s sac met the underside of his cock, licking at the area like a kitten does milk. The hand not circling the cockhead massaged one of his balls between Megumi’s thumb and forefinger, fondling it in his hand, feeling the warmth against his palm. He brought the other ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and tasting some of the salty sweat that collected there. It was heavy, like having a marble on his tongue. Megumi tested scraping his teeth against the taut skin, and any pain he thought it might elicit from Yuuji only came out as a cut-off moan.
“Fu… fuck, Megumi. Do that again.” Megumi couldn’t help himself but to oblige. His teeth ran against the ball in his mouth again, fueled but the high-pitched moan that escaped the other. He tried to cover it with his hand, but it didn’t have much effect. “Shit, you’re so good to me. What am I gonna do with you?” Megumi felt a tingle run down his spine at the question, wanting to know the answer just as much.
Megumi released the contents of his mouth, licked a long stripe up the length of Yuuji’s cock. He pressed his tongue firmly against the other’s frenulum, then swirled his tongue around the head once for an extra flirtatious effect. “Whatever you want,” he said, again in that way of speaking where he said so little Yuuji wanted more. It made the pink-haired boy’s heart race, thinking how straight-up sexy this boy could be.
Megumi pulled him in by his chin, kissing him sloppily and not caring about the excess drool covering both of their faces. He placed each of Yuuji’s hands in his, comforted by the grounded feeling of the rough palms against his own. He gave Yuuji a wry smile, then sank back to his knees to continue his fervent pace.
Sucking on the head, Megumi wrapped a hand around the shaft, gliding easily over the wet skin. His other hand went down to play with Yuuji’s balls again and sporadically tugged the skin to give Yuuji just the amount of pain he knew he liked. Megumi pleased his boyfriend with a passion, hand and mouth working in unison to bring Yuuji over the edge. Megumi opted not to deepthroat him in favor of simply going as fast as he could, but Yuuji hardly seemed to mind as his hands replaced themselves in his hair and followed along with the swift movements. Yuuji’s hips were even lifting a bit by the sheer intensity of the pleasure, but Megumi was too far gone and focused on his task to care.
“Mmf, you’re so good, Megumi,” Itadori said through gritted teeth, hunched over the boy’s head. “Never felt a – fuck – a mouth like yours before.” Megumi made eye contact, dragged his teeth against his shaft on the upstroke. “Shit, you know just how I like it, don’t you?” Yuuji’s entire body was getting restless now, every muscle working to contain himself. “Fuck, play with my balls. Yeah, feels so fucking–” He cut himself off with a wince: not pained, but like he was trying to hold something back.
Megumi could tell; all the signs he’d seen before from his partner, from his hands’ vice-grip on his hair threatening to tear it out to the strained grunt Yuuji refused to let escape his lips. Yuuji was about to cum, and hard .
“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna–” but he couldn’t finish as Megumi continued his rhythm with a new ferocity, intent on making the boy see stars. Megumi savored the taste of the precum still pouring onto his tongue. Salty, but even more so sweet, like Yuuji himself. And there was a whole other taste, something Megumi didn’t know any words for and entirely unique to the boy in front of him. He needed more, though, knowing that Yuuji was so close. Call him depraved, sure, but Megumi wanted to be the one with Yuuji’s cock in his mouth bringing him to complete ecstasy with passion. He wanted to be able to let Yuuji spill into him, fill him with everything he had to give, and savor that delicious taste that was such a distinct Yuuji .
“Megumi, seriously, I'm really close,” Yuuji said, the frantic voice bringing Megumi out of his almost autonomous movement. Megumi didn’t care, though. He knew Yuuji just didn’t want to finish in his mouth, and he appreciated that courtesy, but he couldn’t be bothered to stop and explain that he wanted to feel his boyfriend’s cum shoot down his throat, not when he was so close to the finish line. “Megumi, I don’t want to cum.” This sentence confused Megumi, but he was sure it was just the boy’s excessive caution when it came to him. “Megumiiiiii, cut it out!” and when he hesitated, Yuuji shoved him off, cock slipping out from his lips, landing on his back looking up at the other. Megumi noticed a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Megumi, I told you to stop,” Yuuji said sternly, but luckily Megumi detected annoyance rather than outright anger in his voice.
“I’m sorry, you were so close and I thought–”
“Dude, I told you I didn’t want to cum yet.” He held his face in his hand, using the same tone he only used on Megumi when he berated him for having eaten at all that day or getting too few hours of sleep the night before.
“You know I don’t mind you finishing in my mouth. Like, I wanted you to do that.”
“Christ, Megumi, that’s not what I meant,” Yuuji gritted out, head turning away bashfully. He dropped one of his hands, and Megumi followed the movement to see his other hand circled sound against the base of his dick, keeping his orgasm at bay. The hard cock looked like a geyser threatening to erupt. Megumi realized the use of the word “yet” in his previous sentence. “I wanna go… further.”
Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Like further further?”
“Yeah, further further. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”
“Shit, yeah,” Megumi said, rubbing the back of his head in nervousness even given what the two had just been engaged in. He was relieved – elated, more like – they hadn’t fallen into the same awkwardness they had earlier. It could be difficult for him to understand what Yuuji wanted, he usually assumed he knew. Even if that was usually true, he chastised himself for being such a fuckup this time. Then again, Yuuji had his own share of slip-ups tonight, and he could never be so harsh to the one he loved. Things were certainly going in the right direction, he thought, the direction he’d been waiting for them to go in for a while now.
“So… we should probably go to the bedroom.” Megumi phrased it more as a question, to which Yuuji simply nodded. Megumi stood up, gave his hand to Yuuji. He took it, brought the pale backface to his lips and kissed it gently, reassuring his partner with a smile. The gesture probably would have been more romantic if he didn’t have his jeans and underwear wadded around his thighs, but Megumi led him off down the hall nonetheless.