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One AM Friday night, the first night of Prospective Students Weekend. Toji prowled through campus in a gas-powered maintenance cart with a shiny new hood and front bumper. Red Hot Chili Peppers in his airpods, Nike slides on the gas pedal, one illegal Bud Lite half-empty in the cup holder he’d screwed into the dashboard, headlights off.
Toji had only been out for thirty minutes or so. His favorite troublemakers never came out before midnight. The hours before midnight were for getting drunk enough to do the mischief, though Toji was sure his particular target would cause just as much trouble stone-cold sober if he had to. Shitty fucking guitar brat thought he was a rock star already.
There, just ahead, in the field between the old Social Sciences building and one of the freshman dorms, Toji spotted half a dozen heads silhouetted against the gym lights in the distance. They bobbed along quickly, running, no phone flashlights out. Tall enough to be all boys. That could be him.
Toji cut the engines. He put the cart in neutral and let it drift down the hill in the service lane towards the Social Sciences building. At the building’s back walkway, he turned his music off and parked the cart. Safety break on. He took the keys with him like he always did ever since the fountain incident.
This building was old enough to be surrounded by full-grown trees. Hedges of bushes filled in the gaps between sycamores and firs. Toji kept a path cleared between the foliage and the building for shit like window cleaning, meter reading, and sneaking around. For himself of course, though clever students got plenty of use out of it too, unfortunately.
Before Toji rounded the corner, he heard the unmistakable growl of Itadori Sukuna’s voice, then the high-pitched snicker of his long-haired stoner buddy. Toji grinned and dug his big flashlight out of his pocket. He crept around the corner of the building in the deep shadows of the trees. Not fifteen feet away from him, seven boys clustered around the wall of the building by the door, snickering and whispering together. The closest street lamp, at the top of the front walkway, cast enough light over them to see a smattering of navy and red t-shirts—the colors of Toji’s least favorite frat. Sukuna’s pink hair stood out an inch or two above the other heads in the middle of the group. His tattooed wrists and edgy-boy black nails fucked around with the building’s nameplate.
“Okay,” Toji heard Sukuna murmur to his giggling fans. “Done. Let’s—”
Toji clicked on his flashlight. A giant beam of white light doused the group.“RUN,” he roared.
Seven frat boys leapt into the air at once, not a single boat shoe or converse left on the ground. Two pledges screamed in harmony. The quicker ones hit the ground running. One knocked his friend over as he busted his way back towards the path. The friend scrambled away on all fours, feet kicking leaves up behind him like a cartoon. Stoner Mahito fell straight onto his ass and scrambled backwards. The whole group scattered like a pack of spooked cats.
No Megumi this time, thankfully—that excellent boyfriend of his still keeping him out of trouble.
Toji ignored all but one scrambling frat star. He jumped straight over the stoner and sprinted towards a streak of pink hair rounding the far corner.
Itadori Sukuna was a quick motherfucker, but Toji was quicker. He slung himself around the corner and chucked the flashlight, overhand, at Sukuna’s legs. It struck his thigh, which would have taken out most college brats. Sukuna only stumbled, but that was enough. Toji caught up just before Sukuna reached the back door pathway. He hooked him around the waist and swung him up against the brick wall. Sukuna’s arms flew up to protect his face. His chest slammed into the bricks. “Oof!”
“Evening, brat,” Toji growled in his ear.
“Sup, maintenance guy,” Sukuna wheezed. He turned his face to the side against the brinks and blinked innocently back at Toji over the lines of those dumbass face tattoos.
“What bullshit are you up to tonight, huh?”
“Nothing,” said Sukuna. “Looks like I’ll be reporting the maintenance guy for assaulting a student.”
Toji ignored that. “Painting more dicks on shit?”
“Oh c’mon, I would never do that.”
“What about axe bombing the lecture halls? Or smashing freshman bathroom sinks? Hanging sorority panties from the flag post? Digging crop circles into the quad?”
“That doesn’t sound like me,” Sukuna lied. “Were you a bouncer at some point?” He struggled against Toji’s hold and forced him to wrestle him down harder than he ever usually had to. Kid was a piece of work. You almost had to respect it.
“I’ve had that job, yeah.” Kind of habitually actually.
“Inglorious low-skill brute work, huh?” said Sukuna. “Suits you.”
Toji dragged Sukuna’s arm up behind his back, high enough to make him grunt in pain. “Beats being a cop.”
“Can’t be a cop with a felony record, right?”
Toji couldn’t tell if that was a wild guess or if he’d finally looked him up, but it could easily have been either. “Don’t like uniforms,” he said. “Come on, show me what you’ve been up to tonight, pinky.”
“We were just taking a walk, sir.”
“Bullshit.” Toji dragged him off the wall and marched him back around to the front of the building.
Sukuna glanced down the back walk on the way, at Toji’s cart. He smirked. “Nice ride.”
“Recognize her, punk?”
“Uuuh no way, should I?”
That was the very cart Sukuna and his buddies had stolen and driven straight through the school fountain. Smashed through the basin wall and knocked down the whole central pillar Toji had spent a week power-washing. He really would have gotten the brat expelled for that one if he could’ve proved he was the culprit.
Sukuna let Toji steer him back around to the front of the building without complaint. The rest of the boys were long gone. In the far distance, across the field again, the shapes of nervous frat boys shifted under the trees.
The streetlight at the end of the walk shone on the name-plate bolted into the bricks of the Social Sciences building, at eye-height, as big as a street sign. It read “Yoshimasa Hall.” That was the name of the music building. The sign for the Social Sciences building, Kamo Hall, sat propped up against the bricks below. Beside it lay the exact wrenches and wedges one would need to remove and reattach them.
All weekend, prospective students would be wandering around campus trying to find their way to their host dorms and academic buildings for tours, meetings, info sessions, and now they had the wrong names on them. Toji snickered. “That’s fucking funny.”
“Right? Wish I’d thought of it.”
Toji spun Sukuna around and pinned him up against the wall beside the sign with an arm barred across his chest. “Let me guess. You all found it like this.”
“Naturally.” Sukuna’s eyes wandered over Toji’s face, then down across the front of his chest and shoulders. It was warm for a mid-October night. Toji had only put on a thin black t-shirt. Sukuna was in black too, with those all-too familiar frat letters splattered in crimson across his chest.
“I can’t fucking wait ‘till you graduate,” Toji growled.
“You’ll miss me, don’t lie.”
“No I won’t. I’ll be too busy sleeping through the night on weekends.”
Sukuna grinned, crooked and toothy. His hands landed on Toji’s hips. “You’re gonna chase me through your dreams for years,” he purred.
“Watch it, kid.” Toji yanked one of Sukuna’s hands off his hip and put his own there instead. He leaned his weight into Sukuna’s chest and looked back down at the sign leaned up against the wall. “Alright. How many of these did you do?”
“Didn’t do shit.” Sukuna’s thumb toyed with the waistband of Toji’s sweatpants.
“Cut the crap. I caught you red-handed.”
“So report me.” Sukuna gripped Toji’s forearm. Big, callused fingers dug into his muscles. “I’ll tell ‘em we found it like that.”
“This isn’t fucking court, punk. It’s not your word against mine, I fucking caught you. That’s enough for the dean to discipline you and your buddies.”
“You’d have to name them. I won’t.”
“Mahito,” said Toji. “Jogo, Okkotsu, Haruta, Kokichi, and Inumaki.” The grin slid right off Sukuna’s face and Toji smirked. “I could give you first names, nicknames, and school years too, if you want.”
“I’m good,” said Sukuna. “You stalking us or something?”
Sukuna clearly hadn’t looked him up. He still had no fucking clue how close they really were. “I keep tabs on the kids who cause me problems.”
“Creepy.” That thumb tucked under the edge of Toji’s waistband.
Toji pushed off Sukuna, got him at a whole arm’s length instead of a half, but didn’t take his hands off him. He’d made that mistake before. He twisted his fingers into Sukuna’s shirt at the shoulder so that he’d have to let Toji tear it off him to get away.
Sukuna’s fingers fell away from his waistband. He made a cheeky, disappointed face.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Toji. “Give me an accurate list of all the signs you’ve fucked up, and I won’t report you guys.”
“Counter-offer,” said Sukuna, “don’t report us, and I won’t report you.”
“For what?”
“Laying hands on me, asshole.”
Toji grinned. He squeezed Sukuna’s shoulder tighter. “I never touched you.”
“Bruise on my thigh says otherwise.”
“You could have gotten that anywhere. Bumped it into something in a coat closet, maybe.”
Sukuna’s eyes widened. It was hard to tell in the poor light that reached them from the streetlight, but that might have been pink on his cheeks. “You’re not gonna report us,” he said. “You’ve had enough evidence to report us a dozen times and you never used it. Two years ago I just figured you were too stupid to put the clues together, but at this point you’d have to be half brain-dead.”
Toji shrugged. “Oh, I dunno. I’ve been pretty fucking tempted since the damn fountain. Reporting this would get you some counseling, some fines, maybe some mandatory volunteer work. I’d laugh my ass off seeing you punks in your little reflective vests, directing traffic during homecoming. But… isn’t it Jogo who’ll be on frat probation if he gets another disciplinary action?”
Sukuna’s jaw dropped. “How do you know that?”
“You’re not going to report me,” he said.
“Like hell I won’t.” Sukuna grabbed his arm. “You got a spy in the chapter? Who the hell is it?”
“Mm, no. They’ll fire staff at this place for breathing wrong around a student, and you like me too much to risk that. The next guy will report you every fucking time you pull shit.”
“I’m liking you less and less as we speak.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” He dropped his forearm back across Sukuna’s chest, face close enough for his breath to tickle Sukuna’s nose hairs.
Sukuna’s hands leapt to Toji’s waist. His fingers dug into his sides, and his eyes flickered down to the scar on Toji’s lips.
Toji smiled for him.
“I could definitely get you fired for this,” Sukuna murmured.
“And I have more than enough shit on you to get you expelled. So you won’t.” Toji was bluffing. Toji did not have enough presentable evidence to get Sukuna expelled, but that wasn’t the real ace up his sleeve. And that wasn’t why Sukuna wouldn’t get him fired anyway.
“Why don’t you just tell me what signs you fucked up,” Toji said, nice and slow, “and nobody has to get in trouble.”
Sukuna glanced over Toji’s shoulder. He lifted one hand off of Toji’s waist to make some kind of gesture at somebody. “Counter-offer,” he said again, and with a push, managed to match Toji’s strength just long enough to get off the wall. He didn’t go far. Just turned his back to the corner of the building and pulled Toji along by the waist into the deep dark under the trees. “You go home,” he said, “pretend you didn’t see anything, and I’ll make it worth it.”
Toji scoffed. “Worth spending several hours of my day tomorrow fixing all the shit you messed up while my boss breathes down my neck about hundreds of lost high schoolers who can’t find their appointments.” He let Sukuna drag him into the dark space between a few trees at the corner. Their feet moved from hard-packed dirt to leaf litter.
“Yeah.” The dim silhouette of Sukuna dropped to it’s knees.
“Huh.” Toji had expected him to go for it at some point. Still hadn’t decided if he’d let him score or not. “You sure, buddy? We could go find a coat closet.”
A tight sigh came from Toji’s hip height. With Toji’s eyes still adjusting, all he saw was Sukuna’s hands sweep over his face. “Hear that little rumor from your spy too?”
Toji laughed. “No, that one I heard from the baseball players smoking behind the field house.”
“Great.” He grabbed both of Toji’s thighs. “Do we have a deal?”
Fuck it. “That’ll depend on the head, sweetheart.”
“Wow, I don’t trust you to uphold that shit at all.”
“And you’re going to believe me if I promise not to tattle?” Toji caught Sukuna’s chin in his fingers and tilted his face up. He could see the pale shape of him against the dark ground and the outline of his eyes. “Don’t be shy, pinky. You’ve wanted to get your hands on my cock for over three years now. You don’t need to pretend this is to save your prank. But if you make me cum so hard that all I want to do is go home and sleep, you can switch all the signs you want. Win-win.”
Sukuna’s fingers twisted into Toji’s sweatpants. He jerked his chin out of Toji’s grasp, then shoved his forehead against his hip and laughed. “You know what I like about you, maintenance guy?” he asked.
“What?”
“You’re a fucking jackass.”
“It’s nice to be appreciated.” He patted Sukuna on the head. “Know what I like about you?”
“What?”
“Not the hundred and thirty-eight hours of work I’ve spent cleaning up after your bullshit, I can tell you that.” He grabbed Sukuna’s hair and shoved his face into his crotch. “Get to work, punk.”
Sukuna laughed again. He nuzzled into the crotch of Toji’s sweatpants. Hot breath bathed his dick through the fabric.
Toji bit his lip so he couldn’t start moaning at that alone. It had been a long fucking time.
Sukuna dragged the waistband of his pants and boxers down and took him in hand. “Thought you’d be small,” he groaned. “‘Cuz of the steroids.” His hot, soft tongue swept up Toji’s shaft from base to tip.
Toji’s eyes had adjusted enough to make out his face now. Sharp tattoos and sharper eyes. Toji dragged his shirt up to show off the rippling eight-pack that years of manual labor, shoestring food budget, chronic dehydration, and Megumi’s shit cooking had helped him maintain. “All natural, baby.”
Sukuna groaned. “What the fuck. How old are you?” He sucked the head of Toji’s cock into his mouth.
“Unf.” Toji braced a hand on the closest tree. “Guess.” Sukuna bobbed down until the head of Toji’s half-hard cock hit the opening of his throat and pulled off with a nice, hard suck. God damn. Not that Toji’s standards were super high, but he didn’t have many expectations for a college kid. Punk knew what he was doing.
“Thirty-five.”
“Close. Forty.”
“Fuck, you’re old.”
Toji rolled his eyes. “I’m not old, you’re just still a brat—mm!” Sukuna’s mouth worked around him, hand fisting the base. Toji wove his fingers into thick pink hair. The last time Toji got his dick wet was four years ago when Megumi was away at summer camp long enough for him to sneak in a few dates. All it took was some decent head to get him harder faster than he had in years.
“You’re big, maintenance guy,” Sukuna moaned, lips smearing over Toji’s tip before he swallowed him back down. One hand snuck back and fondled his balls.
Kinda hurt Toji’s feelings that he knew the names of Itadori Sukuna’s entire immediate family and Sukuna hadn’t even googled his staff profile. “Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it?” he grumbled. “Could you at least call me daddy or something?”
Sukuna let out a low, sharp grunt that rattled right around the tip of Toji’s cock, then pulled off. “No way in hell, maintenance guy.”
“Suit yourself.”
Toji closed his eyes and enjoyed. Sukuna slurped and sucked on him like he was starving for it. He’d never been the type to grab somebody and fuck their throat, mostly because the wife hadn’t liked it, but he wondered if Sukuna could take it if he did. He might even like it. The way he stuffed Toji’s cockhead into his too-tight throat until he gagged made Toji wonder. But if it got any more intense than this, Toji might cum fast enough to make even a college kid laugh.
Sukuna pulled off and coughed, swallowed, and wiped spit off his mouth. “Want you to fuck me,” he croaked. His lips pressed to Toji’s tip as he spoke, and then opened to swallow him down again.
“Mm…” Toji’s eyes rolled back as Sukuna’s throat squeezed over the head. “Don’t have a condom on me right now.”
Sukuna pulled back off with a suck. “I do.”
“Course you do.”
“And lube.”
Toji laughed. “For real? You got a date in a coat closet after this?”
“Fuck off.” Sukuna yanked hard on the backs of both Toji’s knees.
Toji grunted and fell. His knees landed in the leaves on either side of Sukuna’s lap. Sukuna shoved him back onto his ass in the leaf litter, then got up to straddle his lap instead. He slapped a foil package into Toji’s hand. “You seem kind of obsessed with that rumor,” he growled as he shoved his jeans down his thighs.
“Duh.” Toji tore the packet open and got his fingers nice and slick. “Worst brat on campus gets caught sucking face with his own real-life brother in a frat house coat closet? That’s pure gold.”
“I did not fucking kiss my own brother,” Sukuna growled, and spread his thighs for Toji’s wandering fingers. “I—ugh!” He grabbed Toji’s shoulders as Toji pushed one finger roughly up into his hole. “Fuck… I got trapped in a closet with my brother and his boyfriend because of a game. I was not involved.”
“Really?” Toji wiggled the finger in up to the knuckle while Sukuna leaned on his shoulders and gasped. “Who ripped off your shirt and covered you in hickies, then?”
Sukuna moaned and pressed down onto Toji’s fingers. “Shit,” he gasped. “Who the fuck told—nnng, shit. Fine, I made out with my brother’s boyfriend.”
“Hm.” Not the news Toji wanted to hear. He found Sukuna’s prostate and circled it.
Sukuna’s hand pushed up into his hair and pulled. “Fuck. You’re good at this,” he breathed.
Still got it. “I’ve had a lot more practice than anybody you’re sleeping with, I hope.” He pushed in a second finger.
Sukuna threw back his head and groaned. Opened up beautifully for him.
“So you made out with your brother’s boyfriend.”
“Yeah—nngh.”
Toji pet over his prostate with two fingers. “Still pretty weird, kid.”
Sukuna shrugged. “He goes back further with me than he does with my brother. He’s only dating Yuji because he’s a safer version of me.”
Toji rolled his eyes. “Really.” He thrust his fingers hard up into Sukuna’s hole.
Sukuna cried out and tensed, but he sank down to meet Toji’s next thrust, fucking himself on Toji’s fingers. This close, Toji could see the agonized pinch of his eyes in the dim light filtering through the leaves. Gorgeous, conceited little prick. He almost reminded Toji of someone—or at least someone that might have existed if they hadn’t married an older woman to escape their family at nineteen and then got her pregnant before they were ready. Toji pushed Sukuna’s shirt up his chest and admired the tattoos decorating his pecs. He leaned forward and bit one.
“Fuck,” Sukuna breathed. He held Toji’s mouth to his nipple as Toji flicked his fingers over his prostate. His whole body shook. “Fuck, maintenance guy.”
“How long have you wanted my cock, Sukuna?” Toji nipped Sukuna’s nipple and made him shudder again.
“Since freshman year, when you chased us off the music building roof.”
“So that was you.” Toji used his free hand to give Sukuna a quick, hard spank.
“Ah!” Sukuna yanked Toji’s hair and clenched down around his fingers. “I really didn’t expect... Hhngh… anybody on staff to keep up with us…”
Toji had caught two sophomores at the time, but could tell they weren’t the ringleader. It had taken him half a dozen more incidents to identify Sukuna as the problem.
“You wanted my cock ‘cuz I can run fast?”
“Doesn’t hurt.” Sukuna panted as he fucked himself down on Toji’s fingers. “But no. It’s ‘cuz you got nice tits.”
“Mm.” Toji gave Sukuna’s chest another bite and squeezed his ass. “So do you.”
“Thanks, maintenance guy.” He grabbed Toji’s face and kissed him.
Toji hadn’t expected him to be a kisser. Cute. He opened up so Sukuna could lick past his lips and tangled their tongues together. Sukuna’s low groans rattled in his mouth. He felt loose and wet around his fingers.
A white-hot beam of light flared to life over them.
“Shit—” Sukuna jerked back and threw a hand over his eyes.
Toji held him snug in his lap with a hand around his waist. Some frat boy had found his flashlight, it seemed.
“Whoa,” came a voice. Sounded like Haruta. Somebody else gasped.
“Fuck off!” Sukuna roared at them.
The flashlight clicked off. “Sorry!” somebody squeaked, and then feet scampered away.
“Oops,” said Toji.
“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Sukuna snarled.
“Aww, are you embarrassed?” Toji tipped Sukuna back into the leaves. He landed on the ground with an, “Uugh!”
Toji couldn’t see him anymore. His eyes had to adjust all over again, but he felt around for Sukuna’s pants, bunched down around his thighs. “Got any more lube?”
“Right back pocket.”
Toji felt around for it.
“Condom’s in there too.”
“I’m fucking you raw, punk.”
“Oh shit,” Sukuna breathed. “Okay.”
Toji found the other lube packet. He tore it open, careful to catch any spill in his hands. Given his size, they’d need it all.
Since Sukuna was still in his shoes with his legs trapped together by his jeans, Toji couldn’t spread his legs. Instead, he held them both over one shoulder. He’d be so tight with his legs together. Toji positioned his cock at Sukuna’s hole and pushed. Better not give the lube any chance to dry.
“Aa—ahhh…” Sukuna gripped Toji’s shoulder. His hole opened reluctantly around his head. Toji could feel him fluttering open and closed. “Shit!”
“Hurts, punk?”
“I’m fine.”
Toji eased up a bit anyway. This would be over quick if he tore something.
“Fuck,” Sukuna swore between gasps. “You’re so fucking big, maintenance guy.” Leaves rustled around as he squirmed on the ground.
“How big are you, punk?” He reached around Sukuna’s legs and got a handful of throbbing hard cock. Sukuna felt pretty thick in his hand. Not as thick or long as Toji, but still respectable. “Damn. Can’t tease you for that.”
Sukuna laughed breathlessly, then hissed when Toji shoved in another inch. He pulled in and out in little pulses, getting Sukuna’s rim used to the stretch and slide as he pressed inside bit by bit. Sukuna felt crazy tight. Soft, bare walls hugged around his head like wet silk.
Toji’s sex life had been non-existent for a long time. Might as well go crazy and get the full experience when he got the chance. Wasn’t like he was going to give the kid any bugs. He hadn’t fucked raw since the wife passed. Almost two decades.
“O-oh fuck,” Sukuna gasped. “Maintenance guy…”
Toji laughed. He gave Sukuna a hard thrust that shoved half his remaining shaft up into Sukuna’s hole. Sukuna cried out and jerked. By now Toji’s eyes had readjusted. He got a good view of Sukuna’s still bare chest, his arm folded over his eyes, his mouth hanging open.
“Is this how you thought it would go?” He asked.
Sukuna nodded. “Yeah, pretty much,” he gasped out. “Imagined you… chasing me down and beating my ass over the hood of your stupid cart.”
“You want a spanking, sweetheart?” Toji pushed Sukuna’s knees towards his chest and slapped his ass hard enough to make him shout. He clenched tight around Toji’s cock. “You’re a fuckin’ freak, aren’t you? You’ll make out with your brother and his boyfriend,”
“I didn’t—”
“—and you’ll antagonize some strange man twice your age whose name you don’t even know for three straight years because you hope he’ll beat you for it one day.”
“Shhhit.” Sukuna writhed in the leaves. “Just fuckin—fuck me, maintenance guy.”
“Alright baby, if you want it that bad.” Toji pulled his cock out and slammed it back in.
“AAH!” Sukuna’s chest arched up off the ground.
“Okay?”
Sukuna nodded. “More.”
“Good boy.”
“Don’t call—AH!”
Toji slammed in again and drew it back out. He hadn’t had to do this in a while, but that was fine, he wouldn’t have to keep it up for very long. “This what you wanted?” Another slam. Sukuna pounded both fists against the leaves. “You little shit.” Another slam. “You could bend over for me once a week from now ‘till you graduate and it wouldn’t make up for all the stress you’ve caused me.”
“I’ll only bend over for you when you can catch me.”
“Hm. Better make it count then.” He planted a hand on Sukuna’s pec, so round and kneadable that he could almost pretend it was a real boob, and fucked into him good.
Sukuna muffled a yell into his arm. His fingers clawed into Toji’s shoulder as Toji plunged deep and fast into his tight hole. Punk knew how to bottom well enough, but he was no size queen. Probably didn’t do this very often. Strained moans and ragged breathing.
Toji had forgotten how good this felt. So fucking tight. He’d have preferred women almost exclusively if not for the way men fucking mewled when you plugged their asses full of cock. And the men he’d messed around with in high school and right after the wife died never let him do it raw.
“What if I wanna fuck you too, maintenance guy?”
Now there was an idea. “That’d be cute,” Toji said. “But you’d have to be the one to catch me.” He couldn’t think of any reason why Sukuna would ever be chasing him around, but he’d leave that up to the clever college brat to figure out.
Toji was getting close. Four-year dry spell and all that tight, slick, bare hole catching up to him. Toji pulled out and flipped Sukuna over onto his knees. Sukuna’s shirt rucked up to his shoulder blades and more tattoos peaked out from underneath. Leaves and dirt covered his back. He twisted to shove his pants down below his knees so he could spread his thighs open.
Toji pushed back in. He felt a little looser from this angle, but that just made the slide easier. Sukuna dropped to his elbows and sank both hands into his hair as Toji thrust. Low groans spilled from his mouth. Toji gave him another good, satisfying spank, then another. He could kind of see that all that soft muscle jiggle when he hit hard enough. Each strike made Sukuna tense and moan. Hopefully he’d be too sore to move any more signs around.
The leaves rustled in their bushes to the left. “Wow, Kuna,” came an airy voice in the dark. A pale shape loomed out of the leaves. Mahito.
“Go the fuck away,” Sukuna snarled at him.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. What will Yuji think?”
“I don’t give a fuck what—hrrgh!”
Toji slammed in extra hard.
“Mahito,” Toji growled, “if you don’t get lost, I’m going to tell the school you were solely responsible for the fucking signs.”
“Oh shit, maintenance guy knows my name.” The sound of thrashing branches announced Mahito’s rapid retreat. “Bye!”
“Great,” said Sukuna. “Now I’m soft.”
Toji looped an arm under Sukuna’s body and yanked him up against his chest. He grabbed Sukuna’s cock. “Liar,” he purred in his ear.
Sukuna gripped his arm and shuddered. “Less close than I was,” he gritted out. “O-oh shit, you’re hitting—”
“Really? That got me closer.”
“Now who’s the fuckin’ freak?”
“Do you think the rumors about this will distract people from the incest rumors? Or add to them?”
“Ugh…” Sukuna dragged a hand over his face. “Shut up.”
Toji knew for sure which one it was. He also knew this one wouldn’t leave the frat. Whatever fear or awe Sukuna inspired in his brothers kept any of them from ever ratting on him.
Toji adjusted his angle, just a little, to slide along the front of Sukuna’s passage.
Sukuna moaned. His head tipped back on Toji’s shoulder and he grabbed his cock, fingers folding around Toji’s. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed, and pressed his lips to Toji’s jaw.
Toji turned his head and kissed him. Sukuna sucked at his lips, clumsy and desperate, tongue lapping at Toji’s. He pawed at Toji’s hair and guided Toji’s fist fast over his cock. Toji slammed his hips deep into Sukuna’s hole, over and over. All that soft, slick heat swallowed him up. Sukuna tensed, whined, trembled…
Toji came first. He slammed in and spilled. His hips spasmed in a broken rhythm, just seeking enough friction to work him through it. Felt so fucking good to empty out inside a warm hole. Not just some misguided kink of his youth, then. Coming inside still had his whole chest tingling. He kissed Sukuna deep and let himself pretend he fucking owned this shithead boy. In a way, he kinda did. Three straight years running of their little cat and mouse game and he’d let Toji bend him over in the dirt and stamp his insides with his signature.
“Already?” Sukuna growled.
Toji huffed and shoved Sukuna back down onto his hands and knees. “Forgive me if I didn’t want to kneel in the dirt for another ten minutes.”
“More like five.”
“Ten.”
Toji worked himself through the last of it before pulling out. Frothy white spilled down Sukuna’s thighs, over the stripes of his tattoos. Cliche as it was, Toji scooped up the cum as it dripped and pushed it back into Sukuna’s loose hole.
“Fuck,” Sukuna growled as he jerked himself over the leaves. “Yeah, keep doing that. Plug me up, maintenance guy.”
“You wanna keep me inside you, punk?” Toji shoved more cum into him and then stuffed three fingers deep in his sopping hole. He flicked them over his sweet spot. With his other hand he reached around and knocked Sukuna’s hand away. Jerked him quick and rough.
Sukuna moaned, tensed, trembled like a leaf. Took him less than a minute of Toji’s hands working him from both sides before he came. Toji caught his cum in his hand. As Sukuna panted on his elbows and knees, Toji knelt in the leaves with his soft cock still hanging out and his shirt pushed up his chest, licking cum off his palm.
Sukuna watched him. “Tastes good?”
“Not really. Eat some pineapples.”
“Bet yours tastes worse.”
Toji considered his diet of protein shakes, frozen peas with chicken fingers, and beer. “Yeah, probably. Right now it tastes like your ass, so.” He wiped the last of it off on his sweatpants and got himself tucked back into his pants. “Well,” he assessed. “Good job kid. I’m going home. Switch as many signs as you want. I’ll pretend to be surprised in the morning.”
Sukuna laughed. He shifted carefully onto one spank-bruised hip and winced, then swung his legs around to sit his bare ass in the leaves. Probably letting the cum drip out before he pulled his pants up. “Till next time,” he said.
“Yup.” Toji stood up and stretched. “Get my flashlight back too, will you? Would hate to have to make my spy do it.”
“You seriously have a spy in the frat?”
“A couple, actually.”
Sukuna’s eyes narrowed at him. His tongue slid over his bottom lip. “I’ll tell you which signs we switched if you tell me your spy.”
“After all that?”
“I don’t give a fuck. I just wanted to suck your dick.”
“Obviously. Just thought you’d try a little harder to pretend you’re not a slut.” Toji squatted down again. “You really wanna know?”
“Yeah, I wanna know who your shitty little snitch is. Tell me.”
“My son.”
Sukuna’s face went completely blank. He blinked. “What?”
“My son,” Toji said, more firmly this time. “The kid you and your brother are apparently tag-teaming in closets. Megumi.”
Toji watched the man realize he’d just fucked his crush’s dad in real time. Even in the low light, the way Sukuna’s whole face transformed into a mask of horror was a thing of beauty to witness. Bugging eyes, jaw dropped, like something out of a movie. He gasped. “AH!” Scrambled backwards. The pants around his knees tripped him half way to his feet and he fell back on his ass in the dirt.
Toji chuckled as he stood. He followed Sukuna until the kid had his back against a tree, staring up at Toji. Toji planted a foot on either side of Sukuna’s knees and bent down. “You good, punk? Need me to call Yuji to come get you?”
“No,” Sukuna snarled. He scrambled to pull his pants up.
“Alright then, have a nice night.” Toji stepped away, back onto the narrow path between the bushes and the building. “I don’t give a fuck if you make out with your brother,” he said, “but next time you want to molest my kid in a closet, come find me instead.”