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"Satoru," Megumi whispers, tugging on his sleeve.
"Megumi-chan," Satoru says, letting his name slowly roll off his tongue. They've been in the car for three hours now and Megumi’s hardly made a peep since Toji last told him to be quiet, tiredly glaring at both of them in the rearview mirror. Satoru had originally climbed in the backseat with him to keep the kid company, but of course now the kid wants nothing to do with him.
“Tell him to pull over,” Megumi mutters. “He’s your boyfriend.”
“Mm, but he’s your dad, so he makes the rules, right?”
Megumi folds his arms and slouches low in his seat. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”
Satoru laughs, earning him a flick of a green glare in the mirror. He leans over and ruffles messy black hair, enjoying the way the kid squirms and bats his hand away. “Daddy’s busy driving right now, kiddo.”
Megumi huffs, cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout. Satoru gives him an amusing look before leaning between the front seats again, looking at Toji. “Are we there yet?”
“If you ask me one more time I will leave you on the side of the road, Satoru,” Toji bites out. He takes a drag on the cigarette hanging from his lips and blows a noxious cloud directly into Satoru’s face, smirking when Satoru wrinkles his nose and collapses back into the seat.
He gestures at Toji to Megumi. “There’s your answer.”
Megumi hmphs under his breath and directs his glare out the window, green eyes reflecting in the glass as he stares anywhere but at the two of them.
Whatever, Satoru thinks.
Satoru quickly grows bored, going back to his favorite pastime of annoying his boyfriend, teasingly running his hands over his arms and shoulders as he drives. It’s not his fault Toji is fucking stacked, how is he supposed to keep his hands to himself when such an attractive man is around and there’s nothing else to do?
“Not in front of my kid,” Toji warns when his hands start to wander lower, though he makes no effort to stop him. “At least wait until he’s asleep.”
“I’m still here,” Megumi grumbles. “I can hear you, you know.”
Satoru turns to the kid ruining all his fun, withdrawing his hands from the inside of Toji’s shirt. “So cover your ears,” he says slyly. “Take a nap.”
“It’s not even dark out,” Megumi scoffs. “Don’t be gross.”
“Aww, Megumi,” Satoru grins, leaning over towards him instead, reaching for him with the hands that were definitely just about to jerk off his dad. “Are you jealous?”
Megumi shrinks back, his scowl darkening. “Jealous of you? As if.”
Satoru laughs again, and Megumi pushes his face away. Satoru goes back to Toji, resting his chin over the shoulder of the seat and reminding Toji of all the filthy things he wants to do once they reach the hotel they’ll be staying in for the next few days. Toji mostly smokes in silence, but Satoru can tell by the tendons flexing in the back of his hand on the wheel that he’s listening.
“You talk too much,” Toji tells him without sparing a glance at him. “Gonna have to find a better use for that mouth of yours.”
Satoru’s stomach gives an excited flip. “And then what?” he asks cheekily, greedy to hear more. He wants that, wants Toji’s fat cock rammed so far down his throat he can’t make a sound—
He turns when he feels another tug on his sleeve, another insistent whisper of, “Satoru.”
“What?”
Megumi bites his lip, squirming in his seat. Satoru raises an eyebrow. What’s his problem? “Can you…” the kid starts, wringing his hands in his lap. “Can you tell him to stop somewhere, please?”
Satoru gives him a dubious look. The kid looks stressed, his eyebrows furrowed so tight that his whole face is scrunched. “What’s the matter with you?”
Jade eyes narrow at him. “I have to…” he stops, looking away, his cheeks going pink. More quietly he says, “I have to go.”
“You have to go where?” Satoru asks dumbly.
Megumi covers his face, clearly embarrassed. “I have to pee, Satoru.”
“Ohh,” Satoru says. He gestures vaguely to the car. “We’re still not there yet, though.”
“I know," Megumi says, voice almost a whine. “Can you just—? Please?”
Satoru waves his words away. “Just hold it, you’ll be fine.”
Megumi groans in frustration, his little knees clamping together. So dramatic. Kids, right?
Ten minutes later Megumi is still squirming, his face growing redder by the moment.
“Satoru—”
“Oh, come on, Megumi,” Satoru says. “You’ll be fine! Just try not to think about it.”
“I can’t,” Megumi says, shaking his head. “I have to!”
“Oh my god,” Satoru exaggerates a loud sigh. “We’re almost there.”
“Are we?”
Satoru shrugs. He has no idea, and he’s not especially eager to get left on the side of the road for asking. “Probably.”
Megumi glares, those piercing green eyes almost as good at giving the death stare as his father is. They go over a bump in the road and Megumi squeaks, his hands diving between his thighs and his face flushing even deeper. “Satoru,” he gasps, mouth hanging open in a cute little O. His voice is so breathy that it piques Satoru’s attention, enough to tilt his dark glasses down his nose.
“Damn, you really gotta go that bad, huh?” Megumi nods frantically, and Satoru experimentally pokes his stomach. Megumi’s eyes squeeze shut and he curls in on himself, wriggling in his seat. It’s kinda cute watching him struggle so hard, making Satoru’s blood heat up in a way that Toji will definitely kill him for if he finds out.
“Don’t do that,” Megumi finally grits out, opening an eye.
“Do what?” Satoru says sweetly. “Oh, sorry. I forgot you had to piss.” He leans down close to Megumi’s ear. “So I shouldn’t mention the cooler full of water in the back, right? No rushing water, either? What about turning the sink on? The shower? What about a bath?”
“Stop,” Megumi begs, his face beet red. He looks ready to cry and it fuels Satoru even more, makes him strangely giddy and warm as he continues teasing him. Finally Megumi looks at Toji, big green eyes brimming with tears. “Toji, can we stop somewhere please, I have to—”
“There’s still twenty minutes til we get off the highway, baby,” Toji tells him, the exasperation of dealing with both of them evident in his voice.
“Twenty minutes,” Satoru teases in Megumi’s ear. Toji is busy focusing on the road, so Satoru takes the opportunity to ghost his fingers over Megumi’s abdomen, pressing lightly on his bladder. Megumi gasps so prettily and Satoru is definitely going to get his ass kicked for this, but he can’t stop himself. “You can make it, right?”
“Fuck off,” Megumi tells him, and Satoru crows with laughter. Big words for such a small kid, but unsurprising considering who his father is.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Satoru chides, pressing into his abdomen until Megumi whimpers.
“S-stop,” Megumi stammers. He can’t even push Satoru away, his hands clamped too tightly between his thighs. “Y-you’re making it w-worse…”
“Am I?” Satoru grins. He lets his fingertips dance a little lower, far too low to be anything appropriate, until Megumi hisses through his teeth.
“I can’t hold it,” Megumi sobs. “I can’t, I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” Satoru croons, dipping his fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He playfully snaps the elastic and Megumi breaks down, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as a dark spot appears at the front of his shorts. Satoru freezes, hand poised in mid air, watching with wide eyes as Megumi pisses all over himself and the seat, running all down his legs and puddling onto the floor.
“Wait—I didn’t think you would…” Satoru starts, staring at the sight in front of him. Shit—shit. Now Toji’s car is covered in piss, along with his kid, and all Satoru can do is gawk as Megumi cries in frustrated humiliation. The whole scenario should probably be terrible; his boyfriend’s sobbing kid, the puddle of piss soaking into the car, but Satoru is only weirdly turned on.
“What’s going on?” Toji demands.
“Uh,” Satoru starts, clearing his throat. Fuck, why is this turning him on? “Might wanna pull over somewhere, your kid just pissed all over everything.”
Toji’s head whips around and Megumi tries to stifle his cries, sucking back a sob and sniffling in shame. “Satoru, you were supposed to be watching him.”
“I was!” Satoru protests. “It’s not my fault, what was I supposed to do?”
Megumi shoots him another scathing look because it kind of is his fault, and they both know it. Toji rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he takes the next exit. Satoru tries not to stare at Megumi’s piss soaked clothes, at the wetness all down his legs, but it’s so hard not to when looking at it sends a little thrill through his chest that goes straight to his dick.
Toji pulls into a rest stop lot, parking the car and getting out. He opens Megumi’s side and unbuckles his mess of a kid, gathering him up in his arms, sniffles and piss and all. “Can you get his clothes out of the trunk,” he says to Satoru. “I gotta clean him up.” He looks down at his ruined interior, rolling his eyes once more before slamming the door shut.
Satoru waits until they’re far enough away before looking at the puddle again. He’s never considered being into such a thing before, but his dick is definitely twitching and the urge to stick his face in Megumi’s mess is nearly overwhelming.
So he does. He leans down and sniffs a little, before pressing his nose into it and inhaling deeply. It’s wet and kind of cold now that Megumi isn’t sitting in it, but that doesn’t matter—his cock still jumps in his jeans, hardening at the memory of Megumi sobbing while pissing all over himself. Why is that hot? He doesn’t know, but he just wants to bury his face in it and extend his tongue to lick it up—
“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, sitting up ramrod straight as he suddenly becomes too aware of his own thoughts. He’s fucked up, so fucked up, god, what the fuck. He swipes his nose off with his sleeve and scrambles out of the car, ignoring his throbbing dick as he pops the trunk so he can rifle through Megumi’s things to find a fresh change of clothes.
He has to rearrange his pants before strutting inside, asking the cashier where the bathroom is and brandishing Megumi’s change of clothes like it excuses what he was just doing in the car. He dashes off to the family restroom after the man behind the counter points it out to him, knocking on the door.
“It’s me!” he calls.
Toji opens the door and holds out his hand, snatching the change of clothes from Satoru. “Don’t think I don’t know,” he tells Satoru in a low voice, green eyes flashing.
Satoru holds his hands up defensively, giving him his best sheepish smile. What is there to know? So Satoru teased him a little until he pissed himself, no big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t done worse things.
Toji steps back into the room and Satoru worms his way inside, closing the door behind him. Megumi is sitting next to the sink, naked from the waist down, hands between his legs to cover himself. His face flushes scarlet the instant he sees Satoru, green eyes stuck to the floor.
“What, you don’t want me in here with you?” Satoru says, pretending to pout. He walks over to Megumi as Toji wriggles him into his fresh clothes, threading his fingers into silky black hair. “I’m helping your daddy take care of you.”
“You—” Megumi hisses. He hops off the counter when Toji motions for him to, slapping his father’s hands away to zip his own clothes back up. He turns around and bristles, glaring at Satoru with his fists clenched at his sides. “You did that on purpose.”
He did, but he laughs it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Megumi! I didn’t do anything!”
Toji’s gaze flicks back and forth between them. “Why don’t you go pick out some snacks, baby?” he says to Megumi. He looks back at Satoru, green gaze glinting with a predatory light. “Daddy is gonna have a little chat with Satoru.”
Megumi looks up at Toji, then back at Satoru. He scowls but quickly pulls his shoes on again before storming out, leaving the two of them alone in the bathroom.
“So what kind of chat are we—” Satoru’s words are cut off as Toji grabs him by the jaw, harsh enough to knock the glasses off his face.
“I saw the way you looked at my kid,” Toji growls.
“I wasn’t—” Satoru lies, grunting as Toji lets go of his face and shoves him down roughly by his shoulders. His hands and knees hit the cold tile, and he can hear Toji unzipping his pants before he even looks up.
“On your knees,” Toji tells him, pulling his cock out. “Open your mouth.”
Satoru blinks, uncertain how they got here. He thought for sure Toji would kick his ass, but now he wants to get sucked off? Whatever, he’ll take it, he’s still a little hard from before anyway. He smirks and lolls his tongue out, groaning softly when Toji slaps his cockhead onto it. He doesn’t even bother to get himself hard, which is fine, Satoru knows he gives the best head and it won’t take long for his cock to fill out once he’s gotten started.
A large hand cups the back of Satoru’s skull, fingers tangling in white hair to hold him still. Satoru tries to move, to start sucking in earnest, but Toji won’t let him, keeping him held firmly in place. Blue eyes flick up to look at him and Toji smirks, the scar on his lip pulling slightly. “Don’t gag,” he tells him, eyes full of mirth.
Satoru almost rolls his eyes. He never gags. He might be younger than Toji but he knows what he’s doing and Toji knows that, so why would he…
Satoru’s eyes peel wide as warm liquid floods his mouth, hot and wet and not at all what he was expecting. He recognizes it immediately, it’s the same scent from the car—
“Swallow it,” Toji says, voice low and dark. Satoru grips onto those solid thighs as Toji fills his mouth with piss, his cheeks distending before he even has a chance to think. He doesn’t have a choice; it goes down his throat unbidden and hits his stomach, warm and musky as it keeps coming. Some of it spills from the sides of his mouth, trickling down his chin and dripping onto the tile. He struggles at first, wildly caught off guard, but eventually relaxes into it, swallowing everything Toji gives him. He lets out a low moan, pale lashes fluttering, his cock pressing up against the fabric of his jeans again. He’s never felt so disgusting, so utterly used, but he thinks he could maybe get off from this alone if he had known what Toji was going to do from the beginning.
Satoru coughs when Toji pulls away and tucks himself back into his clothes. He doesn’t give Satoru time to recover—he crouches down in front of him and grabs his face again, forcing him to look into that hard green gaze.
“Don’t touch my fucking kid,” Toji sneers. “Megumi is mine, understand? No one touches him but me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Satoru says, a feverish grin turning up the corners of his mouth. He’s just glad Toji didn’t break his ribs, or maybe his nose. Or both.
Toji’s eye twitches, holding Satoru’s gaze for a long moment—long enough for him to second guess the meaning of his words, white brows pinching as his mind turns over what that means.
Megumi is mine.
No one touches him but me.
Is Toji...is Toji fucking his kid?
He doesn’t get to ask before Toji releases him, letting him hit the tile again. His head is spinning with questions, his stomach sloshing with piss, and he may have just found out his boyfriend has been fucking his own kid, but…
He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on in his life.
Toji leaves him on the bathroom floor and Satoru scrambles to his feet, rushing after him, damn near about to cream his pants if he finds out that it’s true after all.