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It had all started—

Megumi wasn’t sure exactly when it had started. His weird obsession with Itadori’s strength, that is. It could have started from the very first time he saw him. A better way to phrase this was that Megumi had realised one afternoon, with the sun beating down on them as they trained, watching Itadori sparring with Maki while he rested. He watched, and he watched Itadori actually manage to restrain her, and he watched Itadori’s muscles flex as he pulled his shirt off in one fast motion, sweat dripping down his torso.

Megumi gritted his teeth, feeling his pants tighten uncontrollably. Was this situation fucking serious? Right here? He just couldn’t look away from Itadori, and apparently it showed.

“Jesus Megumi, stop staring,” Maki cackled. Evil bitch.

Megumi rolled his eyes. “I’m not staring.” He tried to deny.

“Staring at what?” Itadori suddenly inserted himself into their little conversation, “Did you see me win, Fushiguro?” He asked eagerly.

Maki punched his arm. “You did not win, watch it,”

“I did,” Itadori pouted, rubbing his arm.

Megumi’s eyes fixed on the motion of his bicep being massaged by his other hand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Maki making a disgusted face and chose to ignore it.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori waved his hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. “Did ya see?”

Megumi blinked. “Uh, yeah. Good job.”

Itadori stared at him for a second, eyes slowly filling with glee. “Thanks!” He ran off to find another training partner as Maki dropped down onto the bench next to Megumi. Great.

“So—“ Maki started, eyes drifting lower.

“Just don’t,” Megumi begged. He didn’t want to risk standing up and just walking away as a means of escape from the conversation.

“Okay,” Maki huffed in amusement, brows raised. She soon left him alone to join Kugisaki, much to Megumi’s relief. Hopefully he would just be left alone as he waited for his little situation to calm down.

“Fushiguro!”

No such luck, of course.

“Everyone already has a sparring partner! You done with your break yet?” Itadori plopped down onto the seat that Maki had previously occupied.

God.

“Yeah, I just need five more minutes,” Megumi gulped, praying that still-shirtless Itadori would go away.

“Okay, I’ll just wait with you then,” Itadori said happily, his manspreading causing their knees to bump together. “Nothing else for me to do right now anyway,”

Megumi wondered if this was perhaps his father’s way of coming back to haunt him. There was no way fate could be this cruel all by itself. After all. How was he supposed to calm down with Itadori sitting this close to him? Now all he wanted was for Itadori to grab him with those strong arms and.

Wow, Megumi thought, eyes widening in horror. When had that become a perfectly normal thought for him to have? Itadori, meanwhile, sat innocently next to him kicking his feet, so blissfully unaware. Megumi pursed his lips, and though the tightness in his pants was unwilling to subside, he was unable to look away.

“So whatcha lookin’ at, anyway?” Itadori grinned.

Megumi’s eyes slowly trailed upwards to meet his eyes and he almost balked in horror. What happened to blissfully unaware? He bit the inside of his cheek “What, uh, what do you mean?”

Itadori’s grin widened. “Well I have eyes you know, I can see when someone’s looking at me,”

Megumi’s lips thinned. “Oh,”

Itadori slung an arm around his shoulders, scooting closer. Megumi’s shoulders felt like they were on fire.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you answer,” he said, rubbing Megumi’s shoulder.

Megumi was way too aware of the bare skin pressing against his side as he breathed a silent sigh of relief. Maybe Itadori was more perceptive than he’d expected. What he absolutely hadn’t expected was Itadori’s almost welcoming reaction to the extra attention. Now that he was thinking about it, this was kind of…awkward. But in a nice way. It hadn’t helped in subsiding his situation, though.

“Um. I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Megumi said, shrugging out from under Itadori’s arm and making his escape before Itadori could get a good glimpse of his crotch.

“Okay,” Itadori called after him, sounding confused.

Megumi felt kind of bad. He wanted to stay sitting next to Itadori, with whatever they just had going on, but he could not stand having a boner literal millimetres away from his…crush? Oh god, Megumi anguished, scrunching his face up. This was so embarrassing. This was the last thing he needed. Of course he, of all people, would have a crush on Sukuna’s vessel (who was technically sentenced to execution, to make things better).

— — —

Since the afternoon of Megumi’s realisation, he hadn’t been able to act normal around Itadori, which was a real inconvenience sometimes if he was being honest. He kept being too aware of Itadori’s presence, and he kind of felt like Itadori was wearing less clothes than usual lately, which wasn’t helping with anything.

Megumi hadn’t really thought about his sexuality much before, but he clearly wasn’t straight. Simply just watching Itadori hauling stuff around (Nobara’s

shopping, usually) was so attractive to him. He started to wonder how it would feel if Itadori hauled him around, too. Maybe he would lift Megumi as easily as holding up a bushel of grapes. Maybe he’d even enjoy carrying Megumi as much as Megumi would enjoy being carried.

He bit his lip, stuck in his little fantasy and not noticing that he was zoning out into his coffee.

“Morning Fushiguro, morning Kugisaki,” Itadori had walked into the kitchen to stand at the island counter opposite Megumi’s seat.

“Good morning,” Megumi replied gingerly, wondering if it would be a bizarre request to ask Itadori to greet him with a kiss.

“Morning Itadori,” Kugisaki sang, crunching her cereal. “You making breakfast?”

“Yeah, I think there’s still enough time,” Itadori said, but he wasn’t moving from his position.

Megumi blinked up at him, and Itadori gave him a sort of smirk.

“You enjoying that coffee?”

“Oh. Yeah,” Megumi took a big sip of his neglected mug, eyes automatically focusing on the way Itadori’s pecs looked in his tight pyjama top as he leaned his forearms on the counter. Pretty thick forearms. Something stirred in Megumi’s chest.

Itadori laughed softly. “Shall I make you some breakfast too? I can make ginger rice,”

Megumi felt his heart spike in excitement. He loved Itadori’s ginger rice. He nodded hurriedly.

“Okay.” Itadori was smiling down at him again. What was that all about? “Cool,”

“Yeah,” Megumi nodded again. When did their interactions become so painfully awkward?

“Oh, right, Gojo-sensei mentioned that training today was cancelled,” Kugisaki said, rolling her eyes. “He had to be somewhere, apparently.”

“Huh?” Itadori turned away from the stove to frown at her. “But…training?”

Megumi snorted in amusement. Of course Itadori wouldn’t be able to sit through a single day without training.

“Well, he encouraged us to do individual training of our preference after our classes today,” Kugisaki frowned, “you guys were both there, you know,”

“Oh, I don’t remember him mentioning that. In that case I might go to the gym, haven’t been in a while,” Itadori said enthusiastically, unaware that he had almost stopped Megumi’s heart. Itadori at the gym? It was like a wet dream come true, he thought shamefully.

“Fushiguro, wanna come with me? We can  spot each other,” he suggested.

“Not that you would need spotting,” Megumi mumbled.

“What’s that?” Itadori said, smile widening.

“What? Nothing,” Megumi cursed himself for saying that out loud.

Itadori’s smile stayed, but he dropped the question. “So that’s a yes, I take it?”

“Sure, whatever,” Megumi said, quickly sipping his coffee before he could be questioned any more.

“Hey, what about me?” Kugisaki whined.

“I thought you didn’t like the gym,” Itadori said in surprise.

“I don’t mind it,” she huffed.

“Well no one’s stopping ya,” Itadori said playfully.

“Whatever, I was gonna train with Maki-senpai, anyway. Don’t wanna be third wheeling that, ” she gestured to her classmates in disgust.

“Okay, rude,” Itadori pouted.

“You deserve it.”

It was way too early for this. Third wheeling? What the fuck? Once again, Megumi’s mind was reeling with an overload of information. First he was going to the gym with Itadori, now Kugisaki would be third wheeling them if she came along? Megumi focused on his coffee. One step at a time.

— — —

Lessons seemed to pass faster than usual, and before Megumi had time to process it, the end of their school day had rolled around and it was gym time. Would he even manage to focus on his workout? Megumi went to his room to change into gym clothes, and then Itadori was already knocking on his door. (“C’mon, hurry up, Fushiguro!”)

At the gym, Megumi usually started by warming up on the treadmill. Itadori decided to do the same, seemingly.

“I hate cardio,” he mumbled, glancing to the side and seeing Itadori running with a ridiculous amount of stamina, like a hamster on a wheel. It was kind of comical, in an endearing way.

“Really? It’s such a good energy outlet,” Itadori said, not even sounding out of breath. “Should we stop now?”

Megumi looked at the timer. Fifteen minutes, whatever. “Yeah, I guess we can move on,”

“Okay!”

Megumi usually fared better with leg exercises, he liked having strong legs to be able to move around faster on the battlefield, but he was pretty good at strength-based exercises in general if he had to say so himself. Really, though, whenever he compared almost anyone to Itadori, they seemed to pale in comparison. While he was pretty muscular, he was definitely on the leaner side. Itadori was bulkier than him, thought still slimmer than one would expect for a boy with his strength. They carried on in relative peace at various machines—that is, until the bench press. Itadori had insisted on being spotted, despite the fact that he didn’t really seem to need it. Better safe than sorry, he’d reasoned. Megumi supposed that was a pretty good reason. The main problem occurred right after. Megumi couldn’t take his eyes off Itadori’s stupidly distracting bulging pump, and he said something even stupider. To be fair to him, he had just watched Itadori bench press 300kg with ease. In reps, of course. (This was the limit of the machine. There literally wasn’t more weight available to add on. The thought drove Megumi slightly crazy.)

“Hey, how many push-ups can you do?”

Itadori thought about this. “Uhh, I dunno. I just do what I feel like,” he said, already getting up and into position. “Let’s test it out,”

Megumi could only stare as his best friend started doing push-ups on floor right next to him. He hated how sexy everything Itadori had done in the gym today looked.

He’d only got to around 20 push ups before Megumi was following up on his train of thought.

“That looks way too easy for you,” he almost laughed.

“Yeah, well, it’s not the most challenging so far,” Itadori replied, barely sounding winded. “It does require core strength, though,”

As if you’re lacking in that.

“How many push ups can you do if someone was…sitting on your back?” Megumi could hardly get through the sentence without flushing, and not from tiredness. Itadori flopped on the ground and then sat up, giving him his signature wide smile.

“Why, you wanna get on my back?”

“Just,” Megumi scratched his neck gingerly, “in theory…”

“Here, get on,” Itadori said easily, getting into plank position.

Megumi couldn’t believe this was his reality; that Itadori continued indulging him like this, but no, here he was, carefully perching on Itadori’s upper back.

“Not like that, put your legs up, it messes with the weight distribution,” Itadori said.

Megumi sat with his legs crossed. “Am I not too heavy?”

Itadori thought for a second. “How much do you weigh?”

“Uh, sixty kilograms,” Megumi mumbled.

Itadori glanced over his shoulder to give him a wide eyed look. “Fushiguro, that’s so light,” he said, almost awed. “Nah, you’re fine, by the way,” he added on as an afterthought.

Without any warning, Itadori was dipping down, taking Megumi with him. From this angle Megumi couldn’t be caught staring at his arms. God. He couldn’t help but lightly trace his fingers on Itadori’s shoulders. They were so muscular.

“Hey, that tickles,” Itadori shivered.

“Sorry,” Megumi said genuinely. He didn’t want to cross the line and creep Itadori out.

50 reps had gone by and Itadori didn’t seem tired at all.

“You could really keep doing this forever, couldn’t you,” Megumi said admiringly.

“I mean not forever,” Itadori said bashfully, not slowing down. “I dunno, I guess I’ve always been good at this type of stuff,”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you in action,” Megumi agreed. “You’re pretty superhuman, you know?”

“Well,” Itadori paused, lifting an arm up (how was he able to support Megumi like that with only one arm?) to give Megumi a hand in getting off his back, “do you like that?” His breathing was accelerated, and he had laid down on his back on the mat, looking up as if in curiosity.

Megumi stared down at him. The position he’d ended up in was that he was kneeling by Itadori’s side, leaning over him to get a look at his face. His own face reddened outside of his own volition yet again.

“I, do I—what?” Megumi managed.

“Sorry,” Itadori sat up, averting his gaze, “shouldn’t have asked you a weird question,”

He always does that, always backs off, Megumi noted. If anything he was the one always weirdly objectifying Itadori. In comparison, Itadori was overly nice, always playing along with Megumi, but never pushing him. He desperately wandered if Itadori was just saying this stuff as a joke, or if he wanted Megumi just as much as Megumi wanted him. Or even a fraction as much, really. Maybe testing the waters wasn’t such a bad idea.

“No, it’s hot,” Megumi’s mouth said before he had a chance to think about it. “I mean. I do like it. I mean.”

Maybe that was a little more than testing the waters. For fuck’s sake, why was he incapable of speaking like a human? Itadori’s jaw fell open, his face quickly blooming a deep shade of pink to match his hair.

“Really?”

Megumi figured he’d already dug his grave, anyway. “Yes.”

“Damn. Not gonna lie, I did not expect you to say that, Fushiguro,”

Megumi didn’t miss the way Itadori seemed to lean in closer to him. “Neither did I,” he said honestly.

Itadori’s face split open in a grin. His eyes flicked down to Megumi’s lips. Megumi suddenly couldn’t breathe. Was he…? Was he going to kiss him just now? Itadori’s arms were still so conspicuously tempting, and Megumi decided he didn’t care anymore when he allowed himself to reach out and gently squeeze.

“But I wasn’t lying,” he added belatedly, watching Itadori’s eyes focus on the trail Megumi’s hand was making.

“Oh,” Itadori exhaled. He looked up, and their eyes met, and the next second, Itadori was grabbing him by the waist, and their lips connected.

“Wh—“ Megumi’s breath was literally taken away by the immediately open-mouthed kiss. He peeked and Itadori’s eyes were closed, his face flushed, and his expression somehow intense. Megumi’s eyes slipped closed. Itadori’s hands wandered lower.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned lowly, biting down hard on Megumi’s lip. Megumi’s mind was in shock once again, but this time the sensation was much more pleasant than before. Maybe he could sense the tension between them, but he hadn’t been expecting Itadori’s reaction to be so strong. Itadori had basically dragged him onto his lap, and Megumi had let himself be pulled along like a rag doll. It had happened too fast for him to even react. He looped his arms around Itadori’s neck for lack of better place to put them, dead to the world aside from his lips which worked against Itadori’s. He could vaguely make out soft groans into his ear, and his heart lurched at the thought that Itadori was enjoying this.

Megumi kissed him back harder, accidentally propelling his body forward in enthusiasm, and they both toppled until Itadori was lying on his back, with Megumi half hovering over him and half laying on him. Somehow their kiss didn’t break, and Itadori seemed to take this opportunity to slip his tongue into Megumi’s mouth at the same time as his large hand squeezed Megumi’s ass cheek, pulling his hips downwards. Megumi shivered, he could feel himself quickly getting hard, and judging by the distinctly thick, hot flesh pressing insistently against his hip through their shorts, Itadori was doing no better.

Itadori, hard because of him?

Megumi squirmed, hands wandering and getting a palmful of muscle.

“You’re so cute,” Itadori mumbled against his skin, mouth trailing down his jaw towards his neck. Megumi’s breathing was suddenly so much louder now that nobody was swallowing his sounds. He couldn’t speak. He just couldn’t. His brain was in sensory overload, and Itadori was touching him all over, like he was something to be cherished, something to fantasise about. He moaned embarrassingly, hips pushing down onto Itadori’s desperately. Itadori’s hips twitched upwards, and his grip on Megumi tightened. He sucked harder on Megumi’s neck, until it almost hurt.

“Ah,” Megumi gasped, clutching Itadori tightly, and then he was being raised as Itadori sat up with him, hands slowly, slowly, making their way back to his waist. Butterflies were exploding in stomach. He felt fuzzy in the most wonderful way. Itadori gently pulled away from his neck, giving him a moist kiss on the lips.

“I’m sorry, I just—can’t,” Itadori said, forehead dropping to lean on Megumi’s shoulder.

Megumi stilled nervously. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Itadori peeked up at him, “as much as I wanna continue, I’m…way too hard,” he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing even more. “And we’re in the gym, so…”

“Oh, right,” Megumi had almost forgotten about their surroundings. His stomach had started doing that fuzzy flipping thing again. He almost didn’t care, stubbornly grinding down on his lap as he tried to find Itadori’s lips once again.

Itadori looked pleased at the attention, unable to turn away a kiss. But after a minute he pulled away once again, fingers gripping Megumi’s hips so hard he thought they would bruise.

“Baby I literally can’t take anymore,” he whined, and all Megumi could process was Baby. Itadori had just called him a pet name like that, like it was second nature.

Megumi frowned at him. He didn’t want to stop making out now, he’s gotten used to the sensation and it felt so warm and nice being in Itadori’s arms.

Itadori kissed his neck again. “Do you wanna go back to the dorms?”

Megumi nodded vigorously.

Itadori looked down at himself sheepishly. “I should probably shower,”

Megumi followed his line of sight, eyes landing on sweat soaked skin. His hold on Itadori tightened. “You don’t have to,”

Itadori laughed, shaking his head. “I didn’t think you’d be this into it,” This into me, the words went unspoken.

“Well—“ Megumi’s face scrunched up. Neither did I. “I guess you thought wrong,” he said instead, moving to kiss Itadori again.

“C’mon,” Itadori said, giving him a hand standing up. It seemed that neither of them could keep their hands away, because instead of walking, Itadori was cupping Megumi’s cheek, pulling him again for yet another kiss, and the whole interaction was so sweet. It was like he didn’t want to let go of Megumi at all.

“Maybe you could just carry me back,” Megumi suggested teasingly.

“Mm, maybe I could,” Itadori complied, tipping Megumi’s chin back.

“Not actually,” Megumi emphasised, “I don’t want people staring at us,”

“Right, right,” Itadori smiled into their kiss, then pecked him on the mouth, and guided them to the door of the gym, arm securely around Megumi’s waist. He seemed way too comfortable doing anything with Megumi, while Megumi felt stiff just walking with another person attached to him. When they entered the dorm area, Itadori’s arm dropped in favour of holding Megumi’s hand, tugging him forward.

“Hey! You two! How was the gym?” Kugisaki emerged from the kitchen, and they all but jumped apart.

“Uh…it was good!” Itadori replied with a similar level of excitement. How he managed that, Megumi had no idea. He was itching to get to Itadori’s room.

“Okay…” Kugisaki looked between them with narrowed eyes. “Gojo sensei and a few of our upperclassmen were gonna join for a movie night around now,” she said, gesturing to the couch, where Maki was already looking back at him. Megumi cursed his luck. He exchanged a look with Itadori, who raised his eyebrows at him in alarm.

“Come on, we haven’t picked the movie yet,” Kugisaki said, tugging Itadori to the couch. Megumi pursed his lip. Clearly whatever they’d had going on was on pause. He might as well follow. Fortunately, he was able to find a seat next to Itadori, who subtly leaned in closer to him as the movie started.

Megumi didn’t know what they were watching, and he couldn’t really care less. His mind was too busy playing their moment in the gym on repeat. He couldn’t stop zoning out, thinking of Itadori’s hot breath on him, his tree trunk arms encircling him.

Itadori’s hand had ever so slowly inched its way onto Megumi’s thigh. It was nice, but Megumi was more distracted than ever. He struggled with sitting through whatever movie it was that was playing, especially when Itadori’s thumb was rubbing circles into his thigh, as if his hand wanted to keep wandering higher. He could sense Itadori’s eyes on him, and as soon as the movie was over, Megumi sat up, having to peel himself off of Itadori’s side.

“Gonna go take a shower,” he said, removing himself from the situation quickly.

“Right, he came from the gym,” he could hear Maki saying. There was laughter, but he was too focused on getting to the bathroom.

After freshening up and going back to his room, Megumi’s head was clear enough to really process the events that had transpired today. What if nothing more ever happened between him and Itadori? It would be so easy, now that the momentum was over, to just not talk about it, and eventually just forget that it it happened. Except that Megumi would never be able to forget, and maybe their friendship and partnership would forever carry the awkward tension of unrequited feelings…

Yeah, this was probably weirding out Itadori so much that not only would he never speak of their kiss (if you could call it just that) ever again, but he would also never speak to Megumi again, period. Megumi was too busy spiralling in his own thought that he almost missed the soft knock on his door.

God, what could people possibly want from him at this hour? He was in the middle of moping. Megumi dragged himself to his feet and reluctantly opened the door, coming face to face with Itadori, unexpectedly enough. He had changed into different clothes, evidently, simply wearing a hoodie and sweats, his signature leisure outfit. Megumi’s heart warmer a little at how cozy he looked, still slightly wet from his shower.

“Hey,” Itadori said, his smile looking more nervous than usual. Megumi opened the door wider for him to come in. Whatever conversation they were about to have, he probably wouldn’t want to have it in the hallway.

“Hi,” he replied, not moving as Itadori slipped in through the gap and shut the door.

“Uh, so, about earlier,” he started, scratching his head. This is it, Megumi thought.

“I just wanted you to know that I didn’t just kiss you randomly, and I probably should’ve asked first, but. I did it because I really like you, and I have for a while. And I kind of got the vibe that you were into me. In that moment. So I just did it without thinking,” Itadori blurted, then reached for his hand shyly. “I understand if you don’t feel the same, or if you only wanted, like. Something casual,” he continued, kissing Megumi’s hand, “but yeah. I really like you.” Itadori finished, with Megumi’s hand still against his warm face.

Megumi’s hand broke free of his grip to cup his cheek. He felt stupid for freaking out so much. This was Itadori. How could they not be okay? “How could you ever think I would want something causal with you?”

“I mean, I guess that was a bit presumptuous, but—“

“No, you dumbass. I like you too. I don’t just want something casual,” Megumi emphasised, while hardly being able to comprehend that this wasn’t some sort of wild dream he was having (that would just be sad). I like you too much to let go of you now.

“Oh,” Itadori let out a breath, expression brightening.

“Yeah,” Megumi dared to smile back at him, feeling rather than seeing Itadori’s hands wrap around his waist, feeling like they belonged there.

“I guess I am a dumbass. I was trying not to have false hope, but you’re really not subtle, y’know, Fushiguro,” Itadori grinned cheekily at him.

Megumi whacked his chest lightly. “Hey,”

“Hi,” Itadori said, pressing their foreheads together.

“You’re so…stupid,” Megumi scowled, “but hot.”

Itadori gave him a kiss. “Mm, I know right?”

“Shut up,” Megumi said angrily, but they both knew he wasn’t really angry.

“So you keep telling me,” Itadori went on, ignoring him.

“Oh my god, I—“

Itadori’s hands grabbed onto his thighs, and he was being picked up, legs having to wrap around Itadori’s body. “So you’re telling me you don’t like this?”

Megumi reddened. “I never said that.”

“Should I put you down?”

“Shut up. No,” Megumi frowned, but he kissed him before Itadori could reply, tongue slipping into his mouth like he’d wanted to do all night.

“Mm,” Itadori sighed, walking them to the bed. Megumi’s hold on him tightened. He didn’t feel like being put down yet.

“You gonna let me put you down?” Itadori murmured against his lips, and wow, who knew raspy voices were this attractive?

“No,” Megumi insisted, more interest in stopping the talking and going back to the kissing. He loved being able to rest his hands on Itadori’s strong shoulders, and he loved how secure he felt in Itadori’s arms. He knew Itadori would never drop him, even by accident.

“Honestly, I’d think you had some kind of strength kink,” Itadori continued talking, and Megumi sighed internally. So more talking, then. He stayed silent.

“Oh my god, you totally do, don’t you? That makes so much sense!” Itadori’s smile was wide. “‘Cause, I mean, I gotta admit I see you staring at me a lot when I’m not wearing a shirt, or during training, or something, and man, I can’t believe the Fushiguro Megumi has thoughts like that about little old me,” he teased rambling, “but you’re so sexy, Fushiguro,” Itadori tossed him onto the bed, leaning over him. “If you’re not more careful, I might do something bad to you,”

Megumi could feel his hot breath on neck, and he knew that when Itadori said “bad”, he didn’t mean bad in the way it sounded like. “Bad? Like what?” He dared to ask, pulling Itadori closer by the collar of his hoodie.

“I don’t know if you’d wanna know,” Itadori said innocently, pulling off his hoodie to reveal absolutely nothing underneath. Of course. Megumi’s hands instinctively went to his pecs, his abs, trailing hard skin and muscle. Itadori’s pants hung low, and he was horrified (amazed) to discover the faint V lines peeking out, the rest all hidden by his waistband.

“God, Fushiguro, didn’t I just tell you to be careful?” Itadori sighed, as if exasperated.

“Maybe,” Megumi glanced up at him through his eyelashes.

Itadori grabbed ahold of his thighs again, roughly pulling his legs apart to slot his body in between them, arms bracketing his head. “You are just unbelievable, y’know?” One of his hands slipped down to hike Megumi’s shirt up. “I love your body,”

Megumi felt his whole body getting hot under Itadori’s stare. He didn’t know Itadori would be this intense, but it was more attractive than he knew how to describe. He was very talkative in everything he did, it seemed.

“Fuck, I wanna touch you,”

Megumi shivered at his words. “You can,”

Itadori tipped his head back, eyes squeezing shut. Megumi watched him, wandering what could possibly be going through his head that he looked like he was having a religious experience. Itadori lowered himself down until he was laying on his side by Megumi, face to face, knee forcing its way between his legs. He all but dragged Megumi closer, pulling him in for a scorching kiss, hands absolutely everywhere, squeezing his waist, traversing over his thighs lingeringly, until both of his palms stopped flat on Megumi’s ass, pulling his hips harder against Itadori’s thigh.

“You’re so sexy like this, Fushiguro,” Itadori blabbered against his lips, “I wanna make you cum,”

“Oh my god, Itadori,” Megumi covered his face, pushing his lips away, “you can’t just say that,”

“But I want to,” Itadori insisted, mouthing at the hands covering his face, all while grinding Megumi’s hips slowly against his leg. “Does this feel good?”

“Mhm,” Megumi managed, peeking at him to find Itadori staring at him with an intense expression, pupils hugely dilated, immediately going for his mouth.

“You got a hickey here,” Itadori said, licking the mark on Megumi’s neck while his hands were otherwise occupied. Megumi squirmed in his hold. “Don’t know how nobody saw that. I’m gonna give you more,” he added informationally, struggling to tug Megumi’s shirt off.

Megumi’s breathing accelerated as Itadori sucked and nipped at his neck. It tingled, and in combination with Itadori’s leg between his thighs, it all felt so good, he wondered if he would finish from this alone. He didn’t have to wait for long, Itadori’s hand was slipping into his pants, and, WOW, his hand was on his dick, no layers in between them.

“Ahh,” Megumi thrashed in his iron clad grip. “Itadori, n-no,”

“Shh, do you want me to stop?” Itadori hovered over him with concern. Megumi shook his head no and Itadori smiled. “So pretty just like this,” he sighed, thumb running over the tip of Megumi’s dick, pumping him leisurely. “And all mine,”

Megumi nodded breathlessly.

“What was that? You’re all mine?”

“Yes,” Megumi moaned, “all yours,”

“Good,” Itadori said, speeding up the pace of his hand, kissing all along Megumi’s body.

Megumi’s legs trembled. He could feel himself getting close to orgasm, being touched and treasured like this, and before he could even think of saying so, he came all over Itadori’s hand, breathing hard, as if he’d just ran a sprint race.

Itadori held his hand up close to his face, inspecting the cum, and then reached over Megumi to wipe his hand on a tissue.

“Jesus Christ, do you know how hot you are?” He asked incredulously, pulling Megumi against his body, stroking his hair as Megumi came down from his high.

“I don’t know. You keep telling me,” Megumi said, lips quirked up. He had never felt so blissfully serene.

Itadori’s eyes scanned his body. “Man, I might have got a bit carried away,”

Megumi quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“I mean like, your body…has quite a lot of marks,” Itadori said sheepishly, fingers lightly pressing into a sore spot. Megumi winced.

“And whose fault is that?”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Itadori whined, kissing Megumi’s neck, hips slightly pressing into him, reminding Megumi that Itadori was still very, very much hard. His hand skimmed down Itadori’s leg, testing for his reaction.

Itadori shivered. “I would do anything for you to touch me right now,” he admitted, tone almost pleading.

Megumi couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to do anything. I want to,”

“Fuck,” Itadori squeezed his ass, rolling over so Megumi was sort of laying on him, “I wish I could watch you getting off on top of me,”

“Well, I just—“ Megumi stopped himself before he could finish the sentence, too embarrassed.

Itadori kisses his shoulder. “I know, baby. Later,” he said it like a promise; one that Megumi found himself looking forward to.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked instead.

“Hm,” Itadori gave him a lazy smile, “I want you to grind your ass down onto me,”

Megumi blinked. Did he mean—?

“Let’s get you out of those pants,” Itadori said happily, tugging them off.

Megumi complied, getting up to pull them off, while watching Itadori strip naked. Itadori quickly snatched him up again, watching in awe as Megumi straddled him.

“So…”Megumi began, interrupted by Itadori pulling his torso down to kiss his neck and chest, hands rested on the back of Megumi’s thighs, moving his ass along his precum-slicked dick. Megumi flinched, feeling Itadori slip right in between his ass crack. It felt a little weird, as no one had ever touched his ass before, but Itadori looked like he was enjoying himself, so Megumi moved his hips against him with more enthusiasm.

“God, I love having your body on display just for me,” Itadori panted shallowly, hips thrusting upwards, pulling Megumi back and forth over himself. Megumi watched his biceps work lovingly. Itadori could do whatever he wanted with him.

“You have such a cute ass, Megumi,” Itadori continued babbling, “I wanna eat you out, too, but for now—“ his eyes were almost closing, blearily watching Megumi move on top of him, and trying but failing to pull him down for a kiss. Megumi’s breathing spiked at the thought of Itadori rimmimg him. Would he want to do something like that?

“Mmm, your bare skin is so sexy,” he groaned, not being able to shut up, until Megumi stilled, sitting on his abdomen, and reached behind to jerk him off.

“Good?” He asked, a single word of permission, and Itadori nodded, stilling and forcing Megumi down into a kiss, hips bucking up into his hand.

“Relax, Itadori,” Megumi whispered against his lips. He watched his favourite boy’s face contort, body tensing involuntarily as he came. Megumi kissed him until his breathing evened out. He was so gone.

— — —

Itadori had stayed the night in Megumi’s room, allowing Megumi to sprawl across his body like he was a life sized body pillow.

“Hey, Fushiguro?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you said before that you didn’t want something casual,” Itadori’s cheeks were pink, and he wasn’t meeting Megumi’s eyes, “but what does that mean, exactly?”

Megumi couldn’t help but be endeared by Itadori’s overthinking after they had just gotten each other off. “What do you think?”

Itadori groaned. “Aw, come on, don’t do this to me! I think I made it pretty obvious that I only like you and I want to be your boyfriend!”

Megumi couldn’t help the sharp inhale at those words. For some reason, he never expected it when Itadori expressed his affection. “That…sounds nice,” he admitted, smiling slightly, resting his chin on Itadori’s chest as he looked up at him.

Itadori’s eyes were wide, and he was making his usual puppy face. “Really?” He asked eagerly.

You have no idea, thought Megumi. “Of course,”

“Mine only,” Itadori sang softly, accidentally smushing Megumi’s face against his chest when he hugged him closer. It was safe to say that Megumi was in heaven now more than ever.