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Itadori Yuji is really annoying.
They’re both on Megumi’s bed. Yuji is splayed on the mattress, the sheets underneath him a rumpled mess, his arms above his head. Megumi’s hands are closed tightly around his classmate’s wrists, pinning Yuji’s hands onto the bed. Both boys are breathing heavily. The sound of their panting filling up the now quiet room.
Yuji’s chest falls and rises rapidly, a mischievous grin plastered on his face as he looks up at Megumi. Megumi isn’t smiling. He narrows his eyes at Yuji and leans forward, slowly closing the space between their faces. Yuji’s eyes visibly widen and his smile fades slightly. His breath hitches as Megumi approaches. Megumi presses the side of his face against Yuji’s, his mouth near the other boy’s ear. He squeezes Yuji’s wrists for a brief moment.
“What do you want, Yuji?” Megumi’s voice is low and angry.
Megumi doesn’t move away, keeping his mouth by Yuji’s ear. His breath is warm against Yuji’s skin. Megumi feels heat radiate throughout his body, both from the play fighting with Yuji just moments earlier and from the desire to do more with Yuji. His entire body is hovering only centimeters above Yuji’s. It would take absolutely no effort to close the space, to press himself tightly against the other boy.
“What do you want, Megumi?” Yuji whispers.
Megumi’s neck grows hot as Yuji turns his face towards him, his lips lightly brushing against Megumi’s skin. It’s a soft touch. As Yuji speaks, his lips barely flutter against Megumi’s jaw, but it makes Megumi feel as if he were just set ablaze.
Without much thought, Megumi readjusts himself slightly, slipping his leg between Yuji’s legs. Yuji takes this as an invitation. He squeezes his firm thighs around Megumi, raising his hips and pressing hard against his friend. Yuji begins to move his hips rhythmically against Megumi’s leg.
Megumi can feel Yuji’s hardness rubbing along his thigh. Yuji still has his face turned towards Megumi, his parted mouth now pressed more firmly against the side of Megumi’s face.
“Ah,” a soft, involuntary moan escapes Yuji’s lips. Once he has started, he can’t stop.
Megumi closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Yuji grinding against him. There’s a very slight space still separating the two boys, but Megumi doesn’t close it just yet so Yuji has space to keep rubbing against him. His body is burning. When Yuji thrusts particularly excitedly, his hardness rubs against Megumi’s now semi-hard erection making Megumi’s eyes roll back with satisfaction. He can’t begin to imagine how good it would feel to grind against Yuji without any restrictions, but Megumi takes pleasure in the build-up as well and holds back for now.
“Megumi,” Yuji gasps quietly over and over as he continues grinding against Megumi’s leg. “Megumi, Megumi,”
They are both hard now, their erections pressing painfully against their clothing. Megumi closes the tiny gap between his mouth and Yuji’s ear and sucks lightly on Yuji’s ear lobe. His teeth graze against the skin. Yuji whines in the back of his throat and instinctively tries tugging his wrist free from Megumi’s strong grip. He wants to dig his fingers in Megumi’s hair, tug at the strands and redirect the other boy’s mouth towards his own. But despite the weakness Megumi feels from grinding against Yuji, his hold on Yuji doesn’t falter.
After suckling for a moment longer, Megumi turns his face slightly and meets Yuji’s open mouth with his own. They don’t kiss. Megumi simply parts his mouth and licks Yuji’s bottom lip as Yuji continues moaning against him. It is Yuji that goes for the kiss, lifting his face eagerly towards Megumi’s and kissing with force as if he wants Megumi to swallow him whole.
Megumi only keeps his face there as Yuji kisses his slightly open mouth. He once again licks Yuji’s bottom lip and when his friend understands what he wants, Megumi slips his tongue inside of Yuji’s mouth. Yuji closes his lips over Megumi’s tongue, a string of saliva connecting the two when they pull away slightly.
Yuji keeps humping Megumi, but this time Megumi begins grinding against him as well.
“Megumi,” Yuji barely breathes his name, “Please let me go,”
In reality, Yuji could have easily pulled away from Megumi’s hold. But he wants to ask. He wants to plead for Megumi to release him. He wants permission.
“Please, Megumi,” he moans as Megumi dips his hips against him, pressing particularly firmly.
Megumi slips his other leg between Yuji’s and spreads his thighs apart, making Yuji’s legs spread open as well. Yuji lifts his legs slightly in the air, letting Megumi position himself perfectly on top. They stop grinding and just lay like that for a moment, breathing heavily and feeling each other’s erections. The bulges in their pants are very noticeable. A dark spot grows slowly on Yuji’s pants, but neither notice.
“What are you going to do?” Megumi kisses a line from Yuji’s chin down the side of his jaw.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but,” Yuji stretches his neck slightly, giving Megumi more access to his hot skin, “I really want to take them off,” he whimpers.
“You really want to take what off?” Megumi speaks between kisses. His grip on Yuji’s wrists is lessened now. His fingers trace lines from Yuji’s palm and down his forearm as his mouth also travels downwards, leaving sloppy kisses along the side of Yuji’s neck.
“Pants,” Yuji breathes out the single word, eyes shut tight as he feels Megumi’s lips traveling further down his neck.
“Go ahead,” Megumi expresses his permission. Yuji brings his arms down, but instead of unbuttoning his pants like he said he would, he wraps his arms around Megumi and pulls him upwards.
Yuji smashes his mouth against Megumi’s, kissing him without restraint. Megumi kisses him back this time. It’s almost frantic the way they kiss — wet, rough, and hurried, feeling and tasting one another hungrily. The two boys are still breathing heavily and Yuji can’t get enough of Megumi. His hands run wildly through Megumi’s already messy hair. He tugs at his friend’s hair and greedily kisses his face. Yuji begins grinding against Megumi again, forgetting to take his pants off.
Megumi suddenly pushes himself off the bed, breaking away from Yuji. He kneels on the bed and hastily unbuttons his own pants. He pulls them down his thighs and then reaches forward to undo the button on Yuji’s pants. Yuji watches Megumi slip his pants and briefs off all at once, lifting his hips off the bed so Megumi can easily slide the garments down his legs. His hard cock rests against his stomach, pre-cum slowly dripping onto this toned abdomen. Megumi is hard too, his own erection pointing forwards.
Yuji’s heart is beating rapidly. He watches Megumi wrap his hand around his own cock, running his thumb along the leaking tip. Megumi leans forward once more, repositioning himself over Yuji’s body. He presses his erection against Yuji’s member and opens his fingers to hold both of their cocks in his hand. Yuji throws his head back against the mattress at the sensation of feeling Megumi against himself.
Megumi begins thrusting into his hand. His cock rubs against his palm and against Yuji. He picks up the pace rapidly, wanting more and more. His cock slips easily between his hand and Yuji’s cock, wet and slippery from the combined pre-cum of the two boys.
“Fuck,” Megumi groans, pumping into his hand. The bed creaks below them mimicking the rhythm of Megumi’s hips moving back and forth.
Megumi’s free hand sinks into the bed in order to keep his balance. Yuji reaches out and grabs his arm, nails digging into his skin as Megumi continues his pace. They’re both close, their combined moaning accompanying the sound of the creaking bed.
“Ah, ah, Megumi,” Yuji’s voice is strained. “I-I’m close,” he gasps sharply as he climaxes, cum spurting onto his stomach and chest, dirtying the t-shirt he hadn’t taken off. He covers his eyes with the hand that is not gripping Megumi’s arm as he comes, a jolt traveling up his body as he finishes.
Megumi keeps going a moment longer, but seeing Yuji come makes him reach his climax as well. His hips buck sharply as he comes all over his own hand and all over Yuji, covering his friend’s stomach with his own semen. Megumi slows down but doesn’t stop completely, thrusting languidly until they’re both too sensitive to continue.
He collapses on the bed next to Yuji. Both boys’ chests rise and fall in sync, their heads still cloudy with the overwhelming feelings of a strong climax. Yuji turns to face Megumi first. His face is absolutely flushed, lips also reddened from their kissing. Megumi looks at him and can’t take his eyes off of Yuji. He swallows and hopes to never forget how his friend looks like in this state.
“My shirt is dirty,” Yuji smiles and lets out a laugh.
“You can borrow one of mine,” Megumi’s own expression relaxes into a small smile.
Itadori Yuji is only slightly annoying.