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Megumi is crossfaded, floating high on a potent mix of whatever Sukuna gave him back at Satoru’s party. He didn’t care enough to ask, just wanted the loose and carefree feeling it gave him, craving the way it emptied his mind.
He’s only vaguely aware that Sukuna is driving him the long way back to his place, and he doesn’t mind. He watches him gaze ahead toward the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other heating Megumi’s bare thigh.
It’s the only thing keeping him warm in spite of the cold wind rushing in through his open window. One side of his cheeks start to numb, making him aware that only part of him is cold. He likes the contrast of Sukuna’s body heat on one side of him and the frigid outdoors on the other. It’s a distraction, one that lets him pretend he exists in two places at once–an omnipresent being on an infinite stretch of dimly lit highway.
Everything gets blurrier and more muddled as they go, heightening the sense of duality in Megumi’s mind. He doesn’t realize they’re actually just traveling faster, totally oblivious to the needle on the car’s speedometer steadily climbing or Sukuna pressing down harder on the gas pedal.
He doesn’t get a chance to see either, as a strong gust envelops him then, making his thin t-shirt billow and ride up his midriff. He sees Sukuna notice when he checks the rearview mirror and their eyes meet. A light touch grazes his bare stomach, giving him goosebumps. He covers Sukuna’s wandering hand with his own, and lets him knead lazy circles into the soft flesh.
Absently, he imagines Sukuna’s hand curving over a slight swell in his stomach. It’s pure fantasy, but he squeezes his thighs at the thought regardless. Someday they’ll make it happen, it’s bound to. What, with how he fucks him raw every chance he gets, and how lately he stays inside him longer, making sure nothing leaks out like a flood gate holding back a dam.
Megumi’s breath hitches and he bites his lip to stop himself from outright mewling with arousal.
It’s only been 20 minutes since he was last cumming his brains out, and that’s 20 minutes too long, he thinks. Maybe it’s the combination of whatever’s in his system that’s making him this way. His mind is hazy and he wants. Badly.
Sukuna says something next to him, but it gets drowned out by the wind. Megumi lolls his head to the side, rests it on Sukuna’s shoulder so he can bare his neck for him.
“What was that again daddy?” He asks sweetly, lips reaching up to Sukuna’s ear.
The hand on his stomach moves down behind the waistband of his shorts, finding his swollen clit with practiced ease, like effortlessly throwing a dart at a bullseye. He’s so wet he thinks he might soak through the seat. Maybe he already has. His mouth falls open in a silent plea as he starts to writhe against Sukuna’s fingers.
“I said, if you keep it up I’m going to fuck you again and make us both late.”
Megumi bucks his hips forward, rising slightly off the seat. “But you’re already touching me,” he whines.
“You want me to stop?” He flicks his thumb in the way Megumi loves. Megumi’s hands fly up to his mouth to suppress his voice.
He vehemently shakes his head no, his cheeks reddening as his thighs begin to tremble. It goes on like that for a while longer, and he tries to keep it together for as long as possible but he can’t contain himself. His back bows forward as he reaches down to dig his nails into Sukuna’s tattooed wrist, indicating he’s close.
“Daddy!” Megumi whines, voice straining with pleasure.
“Don’t make me pull over.” Sukuna growls, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
And then Megumi's eyes widen, and he surges forward, nearly doubling over as his orgasm wracks his body. The sudden force of it makes Sukuna briefly let go of the steering wheel, causing the car to veer into the opposite lane.
“Shit!“ he swears, and regains his composure enough to yank the car back into their lane.
Meanwhile, Megumi’s still doubling over from the aftershock, whimpering and shaking through it.
Sukuna takes one look at him, his jaw clenching.
“That’s it, I’m pulling over.” He grits out.
“Sorry…” Megumi says in a small voice, not looking apologetic in the slightest.
Sukuna tuts. “I wanna hear you say that again, but with your mouth stuffed with my cock, got it?”
Biting his lip, Megumi nods, batting his eyelashes at him.
The car slows. They pull over onto a patch of grass next to the entrance of a dense forest. The only sound is that of the engine humming just before Sukuna turns it off. He leaves the car’s headlights on so they’re not sitting in total darkness.
Megumi straightens to see the forest entrance is at the crest of a tall hill. Whatever lies beyond that is shrouded by night.
Even though he knows it’s just more highway and pines, not being able to see it clearly disorients him.
The sound of Sukuna leaning back on the driver's seat takes him out of his delirium. Megumi takes that as the cue to unbuckle his seat belt and lean over to unzip the fly of Sukuna’s jeans.
He frees his cock, covering the tip with his lips and kissing it languidly. Sukuna runs his fingers through his hair approvingly.
“That’s it, baby…” he breathes.
Megumi opens his mouth wider and starts bobbing his head up and down, twisting his hand around the base just the way he likes it. Sukuna spreads his thighs farther out and lets himself enjoy it, forgetting his plan to make Megumi apologize while sucking him off.
He feels the urge to close his eyes, but the time on the dashboard’s digital clock stops him.
They don’t have enough time for this, he realizes, and they’re way past running late.
Tugging Megumi’s head up by his hair, he says, “hey baby, we don’t have much time. Lemme just fuck you, okay?”
Megumi turns to look at the clock, and then back at Sukuna.
“We probably should stop then…” Megumi says, but yet he shuffles off his seat to climb onto Sukuna and straddle his hips. He slides his gym shorts down his thighs and Sukuna helps him out of it.
“But…” he continues saying, looking down at his white, soaked panties. He rubs his fingers over himself, touching his swollen pussy lips through the fabric. “You're not gonna leave me like this, right daddy?”
Sukuna hums in agreement and gently moves Megumi’s hand away, pushing his underwear to the side so he can see exactly how wet he is. A thin chain of slick dripping down his pusssy clings to the bunched up fabric.
All the heat in Sukuna’s body rushes south and he gives Megumi a feral look. “I could never.”
He places his hands over Megumi’s hips, ready to guide him. “Come on, lemme get inside you baby…”
Megumi nods, blushing. He lines his hips up with Sukuna’s erection and sinks down on it gradually.
They both sigh in unison as Sukuna fills his tight heat.
“Fuck…” Sukuna rasps, gripping Megumi’s hips tighter. “I’m gonna have to finish quickly, so just hold on to me...”
The warning doesn’t prepare Megumi for the brutal pace Sukuna sets from then on. The way he sinks his blunt nails into his pelvis, thrusts up into him, shoving in and out roughly. All he can hear is the constant thud of his heartbeat and their desperate, panting breaths.
Somehow, he feels even higher than ever before.
That’s why, when he first sees it, he thinks he’s hallucinating.
Eyes unfocused, he squints at it as it approaches them. Sukuna doesn’t notice his attention shift at first, too focused on pursuing his release.
Sukuna must’ve said something then, because he squeezes Megumi’s hip to get his attention.
“Did you hear what I said?” He asks, observing him. He follows Megumi’s sight line. “What’re you looking at baby?”
He slows down but doesn’t stop, the new languid pace makes Megumi exhale softly.
“‘M not really sure… just… just make it go away.” he mumbles, mind drifting back to pleasure.
Sukuna cranes his neck around to look behind him.
“Oh. It’s just a deer,” he says.
Said deer moves forward near enough to make eye contact with Megumi. Its presence keeps pulling him out of the moment with Sukuna.
“S-… daddy, it’s getting closer, wait-“
“Can’t wait, just ignore it–“
Sukuna raises his hips and buries himself completely in Megumi. He starts to come, finally.
The muffled sounds of their cries catches the deer’s attention as it moves in front of the car’s headlights. Its eyes shine, reflecting the light.
The intense euphoria that follows makes them forget about the deer, just briefly. Megumi leans down to kiss him. Sukuna is still pushing up inside him, gently now, to ensure his release stays inside.
Then he lifts Megumi off him, letting his cock slide out. His stomach is completely soaked from Megumi squirting over him. When that happened, he’s not exactly sure.
Ignoring it for now, he shoves two fingers past Megumi’s pussy lips, scoops out a dribble of come.
Megumi captures his arm in a weak, trembling grip. “No daddy leave it in.” He protests.
“Don’t worry, there’s still plenty leftover from the first round.”
Megumi pouts, watching Sukuna lick come from his fingers.
He surges up to seal their lips together, swishing their release between their mouths so Megumi can taste it, then he swallows, and feels Megumi shiver in response. He then smooths his hand over the back of his neck, bites him lightly so as not to leave a mark. His breath prickles the skin there.
The deer stands still in front of them, watching. Sukuna locks eyes with it, like there’s some unspoken challenge between them.
Something territorial takes over then.
“You know what…” he starts to say, a smirk forming on his lips.
Megumi looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
He chuckles, and lowers his voice. “Wish I could stick around after I drop you off so I can watch you go to my idiot brother all soaking wet, and dripping in my come.” He chuckles again, licks his lips. “Hm, wouldn’t that be something...”
Megumi looks offended for a moment, but then his eyes go wide.
“Shit, I almost forgot… I need a change of clothes.”
“You and I both.” Sukuna replies, unbothered.
They try to clean up as best they can with fast food napkins Megumi finds stashed in the glove box.
As Megumi wipes his seat, he looks up to see the deer is finally gone.
He glances over the slope of the hill once more, but he still can’t see past it. Everything outside of the headlights’ reach is a void.
Irrationally, he wonders if the road ends there, as it looks like they might sail off the edge if they go any farther. He wants to tell Sukuna, but he’s already starting the car.
“God, we’re so fucking late...” Sukuna mutters to himself.
The engine roars to life and Sukuna floors the gas pedal. Megumi’s heart jumps to his throat as the car barrels down the incline.
He suddenly can’t find his voice anymore, so he resigns himself to whatever they’re about to face.
Grasping for Sukuna’s hand, he squeezes his eyes shut as they rapidly approach the base of the hill.
He’s too scared to look.