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Megumi coughed into his elbow and tried to swallow down the feeling of roughness in his throat. An itch remained and he tried to chase it down with a sip of lukewarm tea. It didn't help. He coughed again and sneezed into a handkerchief before dropping it beside the bed, on the floor. He didn't have it in himself to give a fuck anymore. His nose remained just as stuffy and everything inside his head felt swollen, irritated, his airways blocked. 

He eyed the package of ibuprofen on his nightstand longingly, wondering how many he could get away with taking in a day, in a hopeless attempt to combat the headache pushing at his skull from all sides. 

His hands were reaching out before he knew it, and the movement was only interrupted by the sound of a message on his phone. 

Megumi winced at the brightness of the screen, squinting to read the message. The words had something inside him tensing up - a natural reaction, really. Megumi's body knew exactly what that meant, but Megumi's mind was a different matter. 

Sukuna: had a shit day at work and feeling frustrated, you free tonight? 

He stopped for a moment, considering. If Sukuna was good, then a frustrated Sukuna was… Better. Indefinitely better. In bed. The man had a way of communicating his annoyance in all the best ways, painting it in bite marks and bruises all over Megumi's body. When Megumi felt like really testing his pain tolerance, when he felt like really losing himself in that mindspace, Sukuna was the perfect solution. The booty call of all booty calls. 

All muscles and tattoos and no strings attached. Sukuna was into Megumi's body and Megumi was into rough sex, so the two of them really were a match made in heaven. Which only made it all the sadder when Megumi's horny thoughts were interrupted by another sneeze, the brutal kind. The inside of his nose hurt, and his ears hurt, and everything felt like he was caught underwater, miles below the surface. 

Fucking flu. 

Megumi frowned. This was a case of his shit luck. Nothing new. 

You: can't. sick in bed surviving on pain killers and tea 

Megumi didn't expect an answer, and none came. It wasn't a surprise, not really. They communicated effectively and without many flowery words woven into their conversations. Sukuna wanted a warm hole to fuck and Megumi would have loved to be that for him once more, but there was no way his body could go through that. He'd probably die if he let Sukuna loose on himself. Especially if he was frustrated. 

At the best of times, their encounters left him feeling like he'd been run over by a train. 

Tonight, Sukuna would have to go through the extra effort of finding himself someone, somewhere. Megumi couldn't imagine that it would be hard for him to accomplish. Not with his looks, his attitude, his whole magnetism thing going on. No way did only Megumi gravitate to him like a moth to light. 

Megumi popped an ibuprofen into his mouth, washed it down with the last sip of his tea before frowning at the empty cup. 

"This sucks," he whispered into it, and his sigh was interrupted by another coughing fit. Being sick in bed was bad enough, but all while thinking about how Sukuna was going to find someone else to give the special treatment Megumi was usually on the receiving end of? He turned on his phone again, checked the screen again. Nothing. Just the muted messages of the group chat he didn't bother to even read. 

Then again, what was he waiting for really? 

A get well soon , something so generic and meaningless? Forced politeness wasn't Megumi's taste and it certainly wasn't Sukuna's strength either. His throat still hurt but Megumi didn't feel like making himself another tea. He also didn't feel like spending another thought on his fuckbuddy, who was sure to have a much, much better time than Megumi tonight. 

They weren't that close, really and Megumi didn't care how Sukuna spent his nights when it didn't involve him. 

He pulled his blanket over his head, feeling cold all of a sudden. 

… 

When the doorbell rang, Megumi had half a mind to ignore it. He could only imagine that his friends were planning a night out, or that Gojo had heard of Megumi's unfortunate case of catching a flu after last weekend's hour-long process of vaccinating an entire herd of sheep up in the mountains in the streaming rain. The things he did for his job, really. Megumi wouldn't have minded much either, if his wet feet and the many hours of cold hadn't handed a final blow to Megumi's already compromised immune system. 

He could already imagine Gojo, the way he'd talk too much, tell him stories his brain couldn't possibly process in his current state, the lecture he'd give Megumi for not wearing rubber boots, for overworking himself yet again. Megumi's nose made a sorry whistling sound as he sucked in an annoyed breath, throwing the hood of his hoodie over his head, uncaring about the fact that he probably resembled some deadly sick cave troll, crawling out of its den. Megumi felt like shit, and there was no harm in letting it show. He kept a thin blanket thrown over his shoulders for good measure, too. 

Megumi opened the door with a bitter look on his face and before he could even make an annoyed comment, he sneezed again, raising his arm just in time to keep his bacteria to himself for the most part. 

When he blinked his eyes open, Megumi's mouth fell open right along with them. He rubbed at them for a moment, blinked again. 

This definitely wasn't Gojo. It wasn't Nobara or Yuji either. 

In his doorway, with a bag thrown over his shoulder and looking like he'd just hit the shower a while ago, tips of his hair still wet, stood Sukuna. His gaze bordered on unreadable. Megumi watched him run a hand through his hair, pushing it back. 

Megumi hesitated, then said, feeling like a deer in the headlights and slightly annoyed about it, "did you not read my message."

He felt himself flush slightly as he became aware of his own messy state, the way he probably looked right now. He didn't make a big effort, usually, but not… nothing. He looked like less than nothing today, worse than he'd look rolling out of bed on a regular day. Sukuna's eyes were stuck on Megumi's face though and it was downright embarrassing, the way Megumi instantly told himself that maybe he wasn't so sick. Maybe he was fine and they could have a go at it and then another and - 

He sneezed again, so hard that his eyes watered. 

Sukuna tilted his head a little. The movement had some of his pink locks falling into his face, pastel against dark inky lines. "'Course I did," he said and it took Megumi a little moment to catch up, blinded by the provocative smirk on his lips, "Maybe I just wanna fuck you while you're all feverish and out of it. Ever thought of that?" 

Megumi couldn't tell if he meant it as a joke, or if he was for real. 

Worse yet, he couldn't tell if he wanted it to be a joke or wanted Sukuna to be serious. But really, the idea sounded better in theory than it would be in practice. Megumi knew. He didn't feel attractive in the slightest. Everything hurt and he barely managed to keep himself standing up straight. He held onto the reality of that for dear life. 

"My nose is stuffy, my head hurts and there's no way I'm not contagious. I'm a biohazard. Go stick it into someone else," Megumi said. He failed to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but really, he felt justified in it. Everything about this sucked so badly. 

"Like I'd give a fuck about catching a flu. Not if it's from you anyway," Sukuna told him, sounding self-assured, serious. Entirely ignoring the other part. Megumi made a face at him, hoping to convey his frustration. 

"You heard me. I don't feel up to it, so fuck off before you get sick and blame me." 

"And I mean it. I don't give a fuck about getting sick. Maybe I'm not here to fuck you anyway, ever think of that." 

"Huh," Megumi said, before catching himself. Whenever Sukuna came here, it was specifically for that reason: to fuck him. Nothing more, nothing less. He wrapped his blanket a little tighter around his body, shivering. "I mean, okay? What is it then? Did you forget something here last time or what do you -" 

He stopped there. 

Sukuna was looking at him in a particular way, as if to ask him, are you fucking serious?  

Sukuna reached out and placed his hand flat on Megumi's forehead. Megumi blinked at him. He cleared his throat. Sukuna's hand was large. Large enough for only his palm to cover the entirety of Megumi's forehead. He subconsciously wet his lips. Megumi wanted those hands around his throat. 

"What." 

"Jesus Christ. No wonder you look so out of it. You're burning up, baby." 

Megumi winced at the nickname. It really wasn't fair, the way Sukuna's voice came out so smooth and perfect, as if made specifically to get him riled up. He pulled his hood further down into his face, trying to cover up his red cheeks. 

"Don't even try with that tone, you're -" Megumi began. Stopped. Reconsidered. "What do you want Sukuna?" 

Before he could blink, the man had walked past him, into his apartment. Megumi stood there uselessly for a moment before his brain caught up. He sneezed again and heard Sukuna call out, "bless you," from the kitchen. Megumi hurried after him and when he entered, he was met with the sight of Sukuna's bag set down on the chair, Sukuna's jacket on top of it. 

Megumi's brain shut off as he looked at his arms, the broad shoulders and the sharpness of Sukuna's collarbone. His eyes traced the many tattoos on his arms and got stuck on the fine black lines of one he didn't yet recognize. 

"That's new right?" Megumi spoke before thinking, pointing at the new tattoo. It'd been more than a month since the last time he'd seen Sukuna, with both their busy schedules and all. But Megumi didn't think that he'd seen the fine linework of an old-fashioned temple on his bizeps before. It looked.. nice. Fitting. It only emphasized the broadness of his arms. Megumi cleared his throat again, swallowed again. He felt like his fever was getting even worse, just looking at Sukuna. The man had singlehandedly given Megumi a tattoo kink, he sometimes thought. Then again, it was hard to differentiate what exactly made him want to bend over whenever he saw him. 

It'd been too long, it really had. 

His thoughts felt all jumbled up. 

He shook his head, wiped at his nose. Frowned again. 

"You didn't even answer my question. What are you doing here. We can't fuck today." 

"You sure about that?" Sukuna asked, sounding entirely disinterested as he started looking for something in his bag. Megumi had a distinct feeling the man wasn't even listening properly and it annoyed him. He really wasn't in the mood for Sukuna's antics and besides, what was he doing here? They didn't talk much, usually. He had no practice in dealing with Sukuna, when it wasn't based on the physical. 

"I'm-" 

As if on cue, Megumi coughed again, a few times, each cough a little rougher than the one before. He wrapped his arms around his chest as he tried to catch his breath, tried to glare at Sukuna through it all.

"Okay, baby. No more speaking," Sukuna told him and before Megumi found the strength to protest, he felt strong hands at his sides. His legs lifted instinctively, wrapping around Sukuna's waist like it was the one thing they were born to do. Megumi very nearly dropped his blanket in the process, or would have, if it weren't for Sukuna's one hand that held him up by the ass, while the other busied itself wrapping him up in his blanket tightly. Like a kid. Megumi's cheeks felt warm, aflame. 

Megumi pushed his face into his shoulder, relieved to find the very same scent of shampoo and cologne clinging to Sukuna that he remembered. Undoubtedly, he'd grown used to that. How could he not have? Megumi found himself astonished to even smell anything at all, the way his nose hurt. He made a pitiful sound - a wheezing, followed by an unsuccessful clearing of his throat - and pressed himself tighter against Sukuna's body heat. It'd been.. a while. Really. 

Finally, Megumi remembered to protest, "I'm not even saying anything. I just told you that we can't - don't you have places to be? You're probably missing out on some fun you could be having with someone right now. It's a Friday night." 

Megumi wasn't sure what made him emphasize this so much. It was true, of course. But then again, hadn't he been sort of annoyed by that very fact earlier? 

He felt Sukuna laugh, or maybe chuckle, felt the vibrations of it against his own torso. Megumi pressed his lips tightly together, wondering if he was making sense at all. His brain felt fuzzy, too warm, too cold. Kind of empty. 

God, how he wished he felt vaguely human and that Sukuna could just - 

"Last time I checked, I was a big boy. Capable of deciding where to spend my Friday night," Sukuna said, in that insufferable tone of his. Amused and deliberately annoying in his condescension. Megumi closed his eyes, counted to five in his head. He needed another ibuprofen. 

He weakly boxed into Sukuna's side, too, for good measure, and tried to ignore the way his muscles were so there . As though holding Megumi up was no effort at all, Sukuna didn't even seem bothered by any of it. Not the holding him and certainly not the boxing. 

"And last time I checked, I said no sex. Especially not in the kitchen when I'm full of germs like a Petri dish gone out of control. That's disgusting," Megumi told him. His voice sounded nasal, odd. Megumi hated this. They had fucked on the kitchen counter before, once. Sometime around early summer last year. Megumi remembered, because it'd been one of the first times they'd fucked at all. 

Sukuna had been drunk and angry that day, and Megumi had been hanging out in just an oversized shirt and underwear, hair hidden behind a bandana. He'd been baking a cake when Sukuna had called, and Megumi had told him that yeah, sure. He could drop by. 

They'd only fucked twice before that. 

Megumi had met him when Sukuna had brought his friend's canary to the clinic. Megumi's distraction during the checkup had been obvious that day, apparently, and when Sukuna had left, he hadn't done so without leaving his number behind, as well. 

A few evenings after that, they'd met for the first time. Things had fallen into place all too easily, their chemistry through the roof and their stamina strangely well aligned. Sukuna was a good thing, a steady thing in Megumi's life, and a chance that had been worth taking. Megumi wasn't extroverted or one for self-advertising on dating apps, so finding a good fuckbuddy by pure chance while on his job, was really absolute 'the stars will align and the universe will bless you' business. 

He recalled the scent of cake and the newness of it all from that day Sukuna had first visited his apartment, even now. The orgasm had been breathtaking, and the cake had ended up burnt. Sukuna had dropped by within two minutes after he'd called, and they'd been fucking on the flour-covered kitchen counter another minute later. 

Megumi's legs tightened around Sukuna's waist just thinking about it. Thinking about how it'd been too long, since they'd made a mess of the kitchen. 

But, today wasn't the day. 

Megumi had made as much clear. 

And Sukuna was usually better, about accepting no for an answer. 

Or maybe that was a lie. 

Megumi couldn't recall a single instance of saying no to him. How could he even tell how good Sukuna would be, at accepting it? 

"You know I'd lick the floor you walk on. You're not disgusting to me," Sukuna finally told him. Megumi made a face, but suppressed a stupid smile. 

"Gross. Besides, I'm disgusting to myself. I feel disgusting. This isn't about you."

"That wasn't an attack, Megumi. Come on, just hold on tight," Sukuna said and Megumi gasped when he started walking, didn't set him down on the kitchen counter like Megumi had expected. Didn't pull his pants down and press his tongue to his neck. 

God, how Megumi wished . 

"'Kuna. What's - I really mean it when I -" another cough. Megumi clutched tighter to broad shoulders. 

"Shh. Come on, lay down, won't you?" 

"Why would I lay down when you're-" 

"Because, you're sick. And grumpy. And I'm gonna make sure that you'll get better. Contrary to popular belief, I don't always think with my dick."

"I didn't say that," Megumi pouted from where Sukuna had set him down on his bed. Already, he was missing the body warmth of him, the feeling of something solid to keep his world from floating, along with his vision and his thoughts. Sukuna grabbed his weighted blanket and threw it atop of Megumi before giving him a look and disappearing again. 

It was only then, laying by himself in the bed and staring at the door Sukuna had left open, that Megumi's brain caught up. 

His eyes widened and he sat up, mouth opening. Closing. His heart did a strange little jump. 

"What the - you don't need to take care of me," Megumi tried to yell but it came out weak. Quiet. There was no answer. 

Something awfully warm and fuzzy blossomed in Megumi's chest at the mere thought and he blamed it on his fever. No way was Sukuna here, on a Friday night, to take care of him. This was against all rules, out of question. They weren't - they were something like acquaintances. Fuckbuddies. A product of a mutual transaction, just another attempt at putting a bandaid on the human condition. 

Sukuna didn't care for him.

So why - 

His head hurt and Megumi let himself drop back down on the mattress. He pulled his blanket higher up and hid his face beneath it, feeling strangely vulnerable with Sukuna here in his apartment, doing something in his kitchen. Megumi wasn't even sure what he was doing. He ignored the urge to get up and check as he wiped at his nose again. 

Megumi wasn't sure when he fell asleep, all he knew was that at some point, he woke up to a dry, awful feeling in his mouth and a sweaty feeling all over his body. 

"Ugh," he complained as he pulled his blanket off of himself and nearly jumped at the sight of someone - Sukuna, right, that hadn't been a dream - sitting at the end of his bed. 

"Rise and shine," Sukuna said. 

"Fuck you." 

"I wish. Here," Sukuna told him and Megumi blinked at the cup held out to him. Tea. He reached out, the promise of something warm to drink too good to ignore. 

He raised the cup then, and tried to smell it, taking a guess. 

"Ginger?" he mumbled. 

"Your favorite, right?" 

"How do you - yeah." 

He took a sip and groaned in relief. 

"What's that magic word again?" Sukuna just had to push his luck. Megumi glared at him. 

"Thanks, daddy." 

"Careful." 

"Yeah yeah." 

"I prepared a bath for you," Sukuna said. Megumi's world stopped for just a moment. A bath. No big deal. Just like the tea. Sure. 

"You don't - you know I don't need you playing nurse." 

"And you know I only do what I want."

"But -" 

"No but. Drink up. I'll undress you." 

"I'm capable of undressing myself."

"I like undressing you though." 

"Even when my nose is runny and I smell like cold sweat?" 

"Always," Sukuna said, with such conviction that it carried the weight of a marriage proposal. Megumi hid his burning face behind his cup, unable to cope. The entirety of the situation was too much already, even without the addition of Sukuna's reassurance. They weren't supposed to be… like this. They weren't like this, period. 

This wasn't heated kisses or fingernail scratches on Sukuna's back. This felt softer, warmer, domestic. 

Megumi swallowed hard. What a stupid thought. There was nothing domestic about Sukuna and him, obviously. Megumi could blame his own inappropriate thoughts on his fever, but Sukuna? Megumi studied him, the loose black bandshirt and the way he sat there, back to the wall, phone discarded on his lap with his attention on Megumi. 

"Don't believe me?" Sukuna prompted. 

"I think you've got serious issues if you look at this," Megumi made a motion towards himself, "and wanna undress it."

"Probably, yeah," Sukuna agreed and stood up. Megumi watched him stretch his arms above his head, heard the sound of something shifting into place. His mouth grew dry all over again. He'd always thought that, at some point, it would stop. Or calm down. This borderline obsession with Sukuna's physical form and the way he looked at Megumi couldn't be healthy. He bit his lip, cursed his luck again. 

"Man. This sucks. I wanna fuck," Megumi shared his thoughts out loud. 

"What a shock." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means that you pretend like I'm the one without self control, out of the two of us." 

"Hey." 

"No hey. You need a bath, and cough drops." 

Megumi wanted to scream but he settled for a silent frown. "I don't have cough drops." 

"I do." 

"What?" 

"Bought some on the way here." 

"You -" Megumi stopped there, at a loss for words. This wasn't - Sukuna wasn't supposed to be thoughtful. It wasn't good for Megumi's health. "Fine then. I'll take your stupid cough drops." 

"What an honor," Sukuna said, unbearable sarcasm leaking into his words. Megumi allowed him to pull him up into a standing position, holding out his hands for Sukuna to grab. Sukuna's fingers looked so impossibly large around his own hands and it always did something concerning to Megumi's mental health. 

He didn't say anything as he followed Sukuna into the bathroom, eyeing the bathtub once before turning to him, question marks in his eyes. "Don't tell me you bought a bath bomb, too." 

"Not a bath bomb. Bath soak. Himalayan salt and flowers," Sukuna explained, like that made any more sense. 

"Uh-huh. Are you sure you're feeling well?" Megumi inquired. 

"Mmh. Come on. Sit, baby." 

Megumi sat down without making a fuss about it. He waited patiently as Sukuna disappeared, reappeared with a spoon and the cough drops. Something was clearly wrong with Megumi for getting all hot and bothered about opening his mouth for him. When Sukuna told him to swallow, Megumi felt emptiness, like a physical force, between his legs. Sukuna was doing this on purpose and there was nothing Megumi could do to stop him. 

"Good boy." 

"I'll bite you." 

One side of Sukuna's mouth pulled up in a smirk. Megumi wanted to touch his face, feel the hint of stubble on his cheeks, on his fingertips. His lips. He made a sad little sound and Sukuna clicked his tongue. 

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll bite you, baby. Now. Arms up." 

Megumi considered being difficult for a moment, but something about Sukuna's tone had him playing along. If this was the most action he was going to get for a while, he might as well try and find something positive in the caring touches, Megumi told himself. Better than nothing. 

Except, risky, too. 

He shoved that part aside. This was his very own fever dream and really, what harm could come out of it if he went along with it all for a little while? If he played pretend. Maybe this was fuckbuddy etiquette or just a selfish thing, from Sukuna's side. Maybe Sukuna wanted to nurse him back to health just so they could be at it again sometime soon. An awful amount of effort, but alright. The sex was great. Megumi could maybe understand it, if he viewed it this way, from this perspective. 

Still, he couldn't help the gasp that fell from his lips at the oddly gentle treatment, when Sukuna pulled Megumi's hoodie over his head so carefully, as if the slightest bit of strength would hurt him. It was such a far cry from the way Sukuna usually touched him, like Megumi was made of anything but sugar. Megumi distantly thought that he should hate this, that this wasn't his thing. Their thing. This wasn't anything he could easily allow. 

As far as he could recall, he'd found insults easier to swallow than compliments, found bites easier to stomach than soft kisses. 

Maybe it was the fever that had him sinking a bit deeper into this soft little bubble where he needed to worry about nothing, because Sukuna was here to take care of everything for him. 

Megumi blushed under his gaze, when Sukuna shamelessly let his eyes roam along his naked torso, before reaching out to open Megumi's pants. 

The view of him, on his knees and fumbling around with his pants, killed and revived something inside Megumi. Sukuna on his knees was a beautiful sight, really. A privilege. He pressed his legs together but the man easily pulled them apart again, one handed. Megumi's entire body tensed up and he sucked in a breath. 

"Poor baby. You're all wound up." 

"You aren't helping," Megumi managed to get out, his voice scratchy. Raw. Desperate. 

He closed his eyes again, focused on his breaths. 

"I'm not doing anything," Sukuna lied. Megumi tried to keep himself from pouting at him. He watched Sukuna pull off his socks. Then, he made a motion upward. "Stand." 

"I'm not a dog, you know," Megumi told him as he stood up. 

"No. You're my grumpy kitten." 

It wasn't the kitten so much as the my that had Megumi's breath stopping. He reminded himself that it was the fever. The situation. He wasn't viewing reality through sober eyes. Obviously. 

Sukuna pulled his pants down. Right along with his underwear. The strangest mix of embarrassment, shame and heat traveled through Megumi's body. He tried to clear his throat. Tried to look anywhere, but at Sukuna. Sukuna was too shameless sometimes, even for Megumi. 

"Are you done staring?" 

"I missed your pussy." 

"God, shut up." 

"I mean it." 

"So do I. Is - I'll just go into the tub now." 

"Need me to hold your hand?" 

"Haha," Megumi said out loud. He sneezed again and felt so, so tired of this. His body was betraying him in all the worst ways. 

"Water is warm. Not hot. Bathing too hot when you're sick can put stress on your circulatory system. Just so you know," Sukuna said. 

"I'm not deadly sick."

"Sick enough." 

Megumi glared at him as he submerged himself in the water, goosebumps rising as he sank into the warmth. The hint of steam in the air instantly seemed to do something for his airways, making him feel a little less congested. He sighed and gave Sukuna a quizzical look when the man stood up. He watched him pick up his discarded clothes, and shove them into the washing machine. Before Megumi could say anything about it, Sukuna was already gone again, returning shortly after with his used bedsheets in his arms, stuffing them into the machine, too. 

Somehow, that put the final crack into Megumi's world view. 

He'd always, always, pegged Sukuna for the type to not know a single thing about housework. Megumi's initial assumption had been that he payed someone to clean his apartment, ate takeout, that he'd sooner throw an article of clothing away than manage to get a stain out of it. He'd never bothered to delve deeper into the topic either, utterly convinced that he'd been right. 

Sukuna wasn't supposed to know how to use detergent, or anything of the sort. Megumi couldn't put into words how much reality shifted on its axis as he sat there, soaking in-between flower petals in the bathtub, while his eyes were glued to Sukuna's backside as the man bent down to start the machine, then looked and Megumi and apparently reconsidered. 

Another thing, and such a small thing, too. 

Megumi's heart swelled in his chest. When the hell had Sukuna become considerate enough to think not one but two steps ahead, and spare him the headache of the washing machine noise while he bathed? It was scary. Horrifying. It made Megumi want to have him shoved so deep inside of him that he'd pass out. 

He tried to control himself, playing with the petals atop the surface, running his fingertips through the water and creating little ripples. 

Sukuna didn't say anything before he disappeared again, into Megumi's room. It took a minute or two until he yelled, "where's the clean sheets?" 

"Upper drawer," Megumi yelled back, acting like this was a natural occurrence. Normal. Just Sukuna, making his bed for his fuckbuddy. Surely, there was nothing weird about that. 

Maybe Megumi was a little too stuck on the label, he wondered. But really, he felt like he needed to be, if only for the simple reason of self protection. There were clean lines drawn between them and right now, Sukuna was trampling over them all, making a mess of things while Megumi simply watched it happen with a heavy heart, a silent and dangerous longing deep in his being. 

Stupid. He was so, so stupid for over analyzing this. For having opened the door at all. This was spiraling out of control and Megumi was watching it happen. 

Before he knew it, Sukuna was in the bathroom again, carrying something that Megumi recognized with a feeling of absolute dread. 

He coughed, but rushed to speak, "that's not mine - I mean. My friends bought this for me, as a joke. I didn't -" 

Sukuna sent a shit-eating grin his way, holding the baby pink pajama pants and fitting crop top up. Size queen, it read in glitter and white on the ass, and again, smaller, on the top. Megumi had shoved the damn thing into his closet, where it haunted his linen drawer like a cringe worthy ghost. Nobara and Yuji had thought they were so funny for that. 

"Fits so well though, don't you think?" 

"Sukuna," Megumi said his name like an empty threat. 

"Tell me it's not true. You're happiest when you're all filled up and fucked stupid, right baby?" 

Megumi's brain short-circuited at the words. He didn't say anything. 

"Be sweet and wear this for me," Sukuna requested, clearly unable to resist his natural urge to get a rise out of Megumi. 

"I'm not sweet," Megumi argued. 

"I know you can be." 

"I'm - fine. Whatever. If you want me to look stupid so badly. Not like it matters what I'm wearing if no one's going to fuck me anyway." 

"Grumpy. You're the one who told me to keep my distance." 

"I'm -" Megumi stopped. Yeah. Sukuna wasn't wrong. He rubbed at his head. The bathtub felt too hot suddenly. Megumi tried to keep his thoughts together, but he didn't quite feel like himself, a bit less filtered than usually. "I didn't say I don't want to." 

"You really need to work on your survival instincts, baby." 

"Tell me all about it, asshole. Stop dangling yourself like some forbidden fruit over me. Maybe I don't want you to get sick," Megumi said, clinging to his sanity. He flushed again at the admission, the tone of his voice. He really didn't want Sukuna to get sick. 

But, Sukuna was already here. 

Already at risk. 

Maybe - 

"I don't get sick. Come on, I'll wash your hair," Sukuna asked. Demanded. Megumi nodded his head, too out of it to really argue. 

He allowed Sukuna to pour shampoo into his hands, massage it into his scalp. There was attentiveness in the way he checked to make sure the temperature was just right, in the way he held his hand over Megumi's eyes as he rinsed his bangs. 

"You could have become a hairstylist, you know," Megumi said aloud before he could think better of it. He heard Sukuna laugh and the sound of it was good, impossibly good. Megumi pushed his head a bit harder into the hand resting atop of it with a sigh. 

"If you say so."

Megumi nodded, water running down the sides of his face. 

He felt… better. Maybe the fever was breaking. Or maybe the cough drops were some kind of miracle medicine. 

He made a little noise when Sukuna pulled away. He motioned for Megumi to get out of the water and Megumi did, only to be greeted by a fluffy blue towel wrapped around his head, and another one on his body. Megumi had never had anyone else rub him dry after a shower or a bath, and it was probably the fact that this was Sukuna of all people, that has his skin extra sensitive to the touch. Sukuna wasn't hesitant about any part of his body either, ordering Megumi to turn around and making him jump with a breathy gasp when Sukuna runned the towel between his legs. 

Megumi couldn't help the way he pushed into it, greedy and eager, mouth falling open. 

Sukuna's eyes met his and Megumi wiggled his ass a little, trying to coax him into doing something. Just, anything at this point. 

"Bad baby. You're contagious, remember?" 

"Sukuna," Megumi argued, undeniably whiny. 

"You need some vitamins. I cut up some fruit for you. Let's get you dressed and then I feed you, how about that?" 

There was no way. No way in hell Sukuna wasn't realizing what he was doing, or how the humiliation of being treated like such a helpless little thing - and for once, maybe rightfully so - was enough to start a fire in between Megumi's legs, in his head, maybe his heart. Sukuna was dangerous like that, because Megumi sometimes felt like he could see straight into him. No one else, he'd ever played such weirdly intriguing games with before. 

But today, he was really close to reaching a breaking point. 

The only thing Megumi could really do was play along, and pray that Sukuna's patience was running just as thin. 

"Daddy," he whined, making sure that his voice came out with all the desperation he felt, raw and needy. He circled his hips a little, trying to get Sukuna's ringers to brush against his pussy instead of the towel. It didn't work. Sukuna pulled back and turned him around, frowning. A pretense. Megumi whined again. 

"A biohazard is what you said, I believe. And that I should go stick it into someone else. Remember, Megumi?" 

Megumi shook his head, nodded. The last hours felt a bit fuzzy in his head. "Don't be difficult," he said, looking at Sukuna's lips. It'd been too long, way too fucking long since he'd tasted them. Megumi tried to lean in but - 

"Mh-mh. Answer my question. You really want me to go and find someone else to fuck?" 

"I don't care what you do," Megumi said, aggravated with the denial of his kiss, "Your own decision." 

"Is that so." 

Megumi nodded, didn't say anything else. He wasn't sure anymore, what exactly they were talking about. Whether Sukuna wanted to, or didn't want to sleep with him. Why Sukuna was here at all, dressing him up in that godawful pajama set. The pants clung to Megumi's ass, more like underwear than normal pajama pants, only covering half his ass. The top was looser, the fabric thin and not doing much to keep him warm. Megumi shivered a little. Maybe it had something to do with Sukuna's eyes on him, too. 

"Cute," he said. 

"Fuck you." 

"No, really." 

"Shut up," Megumi said and escaped his eyes, heading into his bedroom. He heard Sukuna turn on the washing machine and drain the tub before he followed and the feeling was right back there again, at the back of his head. Megumi ignored the inkling of something too warm, too floaty and dreamy, growing in his chest. He felt like, by seeing Sukuna without sleeping with him, he'd looked at something he wasn't supposed to see. Like he'd learned something new he could impossibly unlearn. 

True to his word, Sukuna had a plate of fruit standing on Megumi's nightstand that he hadn't even noticed earlier. Mango, oranges, and strawberries, sliced in half. A handful of blueberries. Megumi's chest ached with something utterly unfamiliar. 

When Sukuna entered the room, Megumi had just sat down on the corner of his bed. He looked at the large, scary-looking man, tilting his head back. Sukuna was everything he seemed to be, and perhaps the opposite of it, too. Hard muscles and soft gestures. Megumi exhaled a shaky breath. 

"I thought you were gonna feed me?" he asked, crossing his legs. The soreness in his throat was somewhat gone, and Megumi's voice sounded clearer this time. He knew that it likely wouldn't last, but for now, the relief was more than welcome. 

Sukuna grinned at him and Megumi quirked a brow. 

He watched the man approach, crouching down in front of the bed so the two of them were eye-level. Sukuna ran his hand along Megumi's thigh once, twice, as if just to feel the way his skin had warmed up in the water. Goosebumps followed Sukuna's hand and Megumi spread his legs. Again, instinct. Or muscle memory. 

Sukuna looked at his spread legs, then up at Megumi's face. 

Megumi opened his mouth, put out his tongue, waiting, fueled by feverish confidence and some vaguely surreal feeling. His pants clung to his ass and Megumi felt all sorts of wound up, making a deliberate effort to weaponize his eyes, his lashes. Sukuna had been here for hours and Megumi hadn't even gotten kissed yet. It felt wrong. He'd been waiting for this evening for almost a month, waiting for their schedules to align without rushing it and seeming desperate about it. He'd been waiting to have Sukuna inside him again, against him again, for the two of them to be entirely intertwined. 

Strangely enough, the whole evening felt like a new shape of connection, the emotional equivalent of scratching marks into skin, pressing kisses to flesh. Intimate in the way Sukuna moved around here, moved around Megumi, willing to spend time and thoughts on him when there was no immediate gratification to make up for it. 

But that wasn't enough. 

Maybe Megumi was bad and greedy for the ways in which he wanted more, on top of that. Even if he was sick. Maybe a sick part of him liked the thought of Sukuna, willing to compromise his own health just to get a taste of him. 

If Sukuna's wide pupils and the tent in his pants were any indication, Megumi at least hadn't entirely lost his appeal. 

"Babe. You're gonna choke to death if I put my cock in your mouth when you're like this." 

"You think so?" 

"I know it. And you know it too. You know how I get when your mouth is anywhere near my cock." 

Megumi licked his lips and swallowed, watching Sukuna watch him do it. Megumi loved this part - the part where Sukuna was so focused on him, it seemed like the world could explode all around him and he'd still be looking at Megumi.

"You get rough. Impatient. You take what you want and I love it," he said, voice already strained, but genuine. 

Megumi watched Sukuna's face go through several stages of something, before eventually settling on a stony facade as he reached out for the plate full of fruit. Megumi pouted down at it, so very close to crossing his arms and throwing a tantrum like a teenager. 

"You're a devil. You know that right." 

"Ah-ha? And what are you then?" Megumi asked, sneezed. 

"Just some good Samaritan trying to take care of a sick, wet little kitty."

"I'll really bite you." 

"Open up." 

Megumi did, holding out his tongue. He watched, fascinated, as Sukuna's big fingers held a little blueberry, pushed it carefully into his tongue. 

Megumi closed his mouth, the tip of his tongue brushing along Sukuna's pointer finger. There was something incredibly gratifying about the way he pulled his hand back, as if burned. Megumi made a point of giving him an innocent look, trying his hardest to suppress another cough as he chewed the blueberry slowly, swallowed it down. 

"Kiss me," Megumi said, voice cracking. Sukuna blinked at him, red eyes sharp, then on Megumi's lips again. "Please kiss me," Megumi pushed, and the desperation wasn't strategic.

It was genuine. Maybe it was the fever that suddenly turned Sukuna's lips into his one and only point of focus in the universe, making him want to hold onto the familiar feeling of them for dear life. Or maybe it was something darker, deeper. Something like terror at the idea of Sukuna leaving without having kissed his lips and Megumi not knowing if it would take another month for them to manage again. Maybe longer. Or maybe at some point this arrangement would end and then, he wouldn't even have known that their last kiss had already happened. Maybe today was the final straw - maybe seeing Megumi like this, sick and useless and somehow still demanding, Sukuna would just… stop wanting him. 

Something that shouldn't bother Megumi but here he was. 

Bothered. 

He closed his eyes and opened them instantly when he felt a palm on his cheek, warm and rough. Their eyes met and relief flooded Megumi's body when Sukuna's eyes closed as he moved forward. As a natural reaction, Megumi's eyes closed, too. 

Their lips brushed together and he squirmed in place, shifted closer, opened his mouth a little. 

Sukuna had already pulled back, leaving just the ghost of his touch on Megumi's lips. 

This time, Megumi didn't care when he made an embarrassing sound, suffering and high pitched. He felt tears at the edges of his eyes, strangely emotional over something he couldn't name. 

"Let me ask again, Megumi. You really want me to go fuck someone else?" Sukuna asked, harder this time. His voice was so rough that it had Megumi flinching, wide eyes blinking at him. Right. Megumi remembered saying that out loud, he thought. He also remembered wondering why he'd said that. 

"You -" he began, lips trembling a little, "you can do what you want." 

"I'm asking what you want." 

"I just want you to fuck me," Megumi told him without missing a beat. 

"That's all you want," Sukuna said, maybe asked, apparently searching for something in Megumi's eyes. 

Megumi nodded his head, reassured him, "yeah. Please Sukuna." 

A second ticked by and Megumi waited. 

Then, Sukuna sighed. A pained expression crossed over his face momentarily. Megumi watched his eyes, the way something inside them looked… off. He couldn't name it, didn't understand. Just trying made his head hurt. 

"Baby, this isn't - you were right. I should go," Sukuna said. 

Megumi didn't understand, at first. 

It fell into place slowly, like curtains lifting in his head. He closed his eyes, opened them again. Coughed. Searched Sukuna's eyes for some kind of mockery. A joke. Something teasing. 

Megumi found nothing of the sort. 

He watched, silently, when Sukuna stood up, and walked out of the room, into the kitchen. Megumi heard him move, heard him pick up his jacket. His chest seized and he ended up coughing again. 

"Just go to sleep, Megumi. There's more tea in the kitchen, and food. I got my phone with me so call if anything's wrong," Sukuna yelled. Megumi watched him through the open door, in the hallway. Putting on his shoes. 

Finally, Megumi moved. He nearly fell off the bed with how fast he got up when it got through to him, that Sukuna was about to leave. Just like that. There was no balance in his movements, no finery when he rushed out of his bed. Megumi felt like shit. Shaky and cold again, and his lungs ached in a was that didn't feel normal. His entire body was on high alert, but somehow it paled in comparison to the panic of realizing that Sukuna was about to walk out on him. 

Within seconds, Megumi found himself face to face with Sukuna again. There was a hint of surprise in his face, red eyes a bit wider than usual. 

"Stop," Megumi said, one hand digging into Sukuna's jacket, pulling his arm towards himself. He took a shallow breath in. "Why are you - I didn't tell you to leave." 

Sukuna raised one eyebrow. "Yeah. You didn't tell me to stay either." 

"I told you to -" Megumi sneezed again, but he wasn't sure if it was really that, which brought tears to his eyes. 

"To fuck you. I know. And you know I shouldn't - you're sick. You need to sleep." 

"Don't tell me what I need," Megumi said to him, stepping even closer. 

"Then you tell me. You wanna do this forever?" 

Megumi's heart stopped. He felt like he'd predicted this, manifested it maybe. He looked at Sukuna, hesitating, not at all ready for this situation, "doing what?" 

"..." 

Sukuna just looked at him. It was freaking Megumi out, badly. He breathed in through his mouth, too deeply, anxious. 

"Doing what?" he tried again, a little more open this time. 

Sukuna took a breath in, too. Megumi watched his throat move with it. Then, when Sukuna spoke, their eyes met again. 

"Watching me bend over backwards trying not to fall in love with you." 

Fever. 

It had to be the fever. A mental shutdown, a moment of confusion or a hearing problem. Megumi just stood there, the ache in his lungs suddenly gone. Everything just, gone. He sucked in a breath, eyes still on Sukuna, head tilted slightly back into his neck to look up at him. 

"You - what," was all Megumi managed to say, quiet and weak. Barely audible. He pressed his lips tightly together, bit the inside of his lower lip. His body was shaking. Badly. Megumi felt it all over his his chest, his arms, down to his fingers. 

"You heard me." 

Megumi had. He just couldn't believe that Sukuna was being serious. Even half-serious. There was no - Sukuna had no feelings. For Megumi. None whatsoever. 

The mere thought of it - of talking about this - had panic rising in Megumi's chest, all the way up to his neck, like water. 

"Stop joking around," Megumi requested, already restless. His hands moved before he knew it, suddenly at the hem of Sukuna's pants. His blood pressure was rising, and quick. Megumi didn't think. Couldn't think. The panic taking a hold of him was something else, something new altogether. He opened Sukuna's pants, or tried to. His hands were shaking, too hard. 

Sukuna's hands reached around his own, stopping them. 

Megumi made a sound, like he was about to start crying. For real this time. Sukuna couldn't do this to him. What they had was… great. Amazing. He couldn't ruin it by trying to push feelings into that.

"Please," Megumi said, the words just tumbling out, "don't go - just stay. Here. You can fuck my mouth. Or I ride you. Whatever you want, okay? You don't have to go." 

"Megumi. You listened to me, did you not?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then you know. Sleeping with you doesn't make it any easier," Sukuna said. For the first time in a long time, Megumi could swear he saw real, genuine pain in his face. It shocked him into silence for a moment. Sukuna's face shifted back into indifference almost instantly. Megumi could almost convince himself he hadn't seen that at all. "If all you want from me is sex, I don't think I can do that. Not anymore. I want you to let me into your life deeper than that. I want to talk to you. Understand you. To be there for you. Not just wreck your body once every few weeks, Megumi."

"I -" Megumi stopped, just as his shaky fingers had managed to open Sukuna's pants. Hi blinked at him, eyes watery. "You don't mean that. If I wasn't sick - if everything was normal and we'd just - you wouldn't be thinking that. Saying that."

There was no denying it; Megumi hated how much he sounded like he was trying to convince someone. Maybe Sukuna. Maybe himself. He felt a single tear drop down his face. 

"Maybe," Sukuna shrugged. The movement didn't really fit the tightness in his shoulders, the narrowness of his eyes. 

"We can still -" 

"No we can't, Megumi. You think I'm enjoying this? It makes me lose my mind, getting to touch you, fuck you. Every time. But today - you got no idea how bad I want this. The normal stuff. The cheesy stuff. Just to laugh with you, watch you go about your day. I haven't had the balls to tell you, and I didn't want to ruin this. But today you told me to go out, look for someone else, just cause you're sick, as if it's that simple. Maybe it is for you. Not for me. I'm not interested in anyone else." 

"Sukuna." 

"Spare it. Don't even apologize, baby. Just accept that I can't do this anymore." 

"But-" Megumi began, before a coughing fit took a hold of him. His vision swam once more as he tried to control himself from wrapping his arms around Sukuna, forcing him physically to stay. 

Sukuna made a movement, as if to open the door, and that was all it took. 

Megumi instantly found himself clinging to Sukuna's broad frame, perhaps too tightly. Sukuna exhaled a little oof at the attack. Megumi tried to breathe his scent it. His nose was all congested again. He rubbed his face into Sukuna's shirt, breathing heavy. 

"Stop," Megumi begged again. "Just stop." 

"Go to bed, Megumi." 

Megumi took another deep breath in. Out. Slow and steady. He tried. "Come with me." 

Sukuna didn't say anything. Didn't do anything. Megumi forced whatever strength he found inside himself to surface as he pulled at the much larger man, pulling him into the bedroom behind himself. 

"Megumi," Sukuna said. 

"No. Stay here." 

"Baby."

"Sukuna," Megumi said as he shoved the man onto his bed, moved right behind him, climbing on top of him. Sukuna looked beautiful like this. Pink hair in warm orange light. Familiar tattoos and the feeling of his skin beneath Megumi's fingers. He didn't want to lose this. He didn't want to lose Sukuna. Especially not over this. Not when he - 

He shifted a little pressing his ass down on Sukuna's crotch, the both of them hissing. 

The feeling fueled Megumi, made him roll his hips, those stupidly tight pants leaving barely any fabric between his pussy and the bulge in Sukuna's pants. This was good. Familiar. Relief. 

Sukuna propped himself up on his elbows, watching Megumi. From his head down to his where he sat on top of him. Their eyes met again. One of Sukuna's hands reached out to Megumi's thigh, squeezing it. There was something impossibly encouraging about the little gesture, giving Megumi some bravery. 

He bit his lip, tried to calm down. 

"I don't want you to either. To fuck anyone else," he dared. 

Sukuna's eyes sharpened. Megumi felt goosebumps at the back of his neck, on his shoulders. He rolled his hips again, a little faster. Harder. Megumi could feel Sukuna, the way his cock grew harder beneath him. A wave of feverish possessiveness overcame him. 

"I don't want to share this," he said, running one hand along Sukuna's chest, beneath his shirt. Across muscles, hot skin. "I don't want to share you." 

"Megumi-" 

"No," Megumi interrupted, "Listen. I wait for this - for when we meet. All the time. I wanted to keep it as it is because I don't want it to stop. I just - I don't want to ruin it. Sukuna, please. I don't want you to leave." 

Megumi stopped after that. Stopped moving, breathing. He'd barely said anything, had barely scratched the surface, really. He felt warm. Flushed. His breathing came out fast, loud and shallow. 

He was getting worked up over this, clearly. Maybe if he pushed Sukuna just a little more, if he pulled his pants down and his own pants to the side, they could - 

"The hell are you saying, Megumi." 

"You know," Megumi told him. 

"No. Spell it out for me. Nice and slow." 

"You know I can't do this, Sukuna." 

"I'm afraid you'll have to . Just give me something. Tell me you're not just stalling me until you've got my dick in you." 

"That's -" 

"Don't even deny that you were thinking about it," Sukuna said. His fingers tightened on Megumi's thigh. He gasped at the feeling. There was no way Megumi couldn't push him past his breaking point, couldn't make this simple for the both of them. 

Apparently, he didn't need to. 

In the blink of an eye, everything shifted. 

Megumi suddenly found himself pressed tightly to the mattress, legs pressed almost all the way up to the side of his head. His legs ached with the angle and Megumi tried to spread his legs further, encouraging this with all he had. All while Sukuna towered over him, his own breathing a little unsteady now. 

Megumi looked at his arms, his perfect jawline, and again, the tattoos. He made a little, desperate sound. 

"Say it baby." 

"You should take your pants off. And kiss me." 

"Wrong, try again." 

"No. Kiss me. Right now," Megumi requested, demanded. He felt Sukuna's hands tighten where they now rested on his ankles to keep him folded in half. 

All the warning Megumi got before he finally, finally got something, was a look. A sharp, meaningful and frustrated look. Sukuna's eyes captivated Megumi and he wasn't ready when their lips finally met in a real, messy kiss, all bacteria, saliva and warmth. Sukuna dragged his lips across Megumi's like he wanted to force him, to open his mouth. 

Megumi's mouth fell open just in time for the man's tongue to evade it instantly. There was a rush in it, something so impatient and heated that Megumi's flu-plaqued body barely managed to even catch up. He moaned into the kiss, low and breathy. 

Sukuna moved closer. He pressed his cock right against Megumi, in a mockery of a thrust. Megumi's body temperature multiplied and he whimpered, all while Sukuna's tongue still invaded his mouth. 

They finally managed to get somewhat of a rhythm going then, but for the most part, Megumi allowed Sukuna to set the pace, barely capable of dragging himself along. He grabbed at Sukuna's back, and found his jacket to be utterly in the way. With a bit of trying, he managed to get the message across. Sukuna allowed him to take the jacket off and Megumi threw it into the room, somewhere. Discarded. His fingers finally settled on skin then, warm and nice. 

By the time Sukuna pulled away, Megumi was definitely lacking oxygen, only clawing onto him in an attempt to stay somewhat grounded. 

It was… gentle. More gentle than usual. Slower, too. 

Sukuna was clearly trying not to put too much strain on him. Still, Megumi's body was overwhelmed. When his eyes blinked open, everything remained blurry for aboht half a minute. He spent that time pulling Sukuna's face closer, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then the other one. 

"Kiss my neck," Megumi told him, shocked of hear how wrecked his voice sounded. Already. 

"So demanding. Let's get you out of that awful pajama first, baby."

"Please," Megumi agreed, then added, " hurry ." 

Sukuna grinned at him as he pulled his pants back off, over Megumi's ass and down his legs. He ran his hands along his legs with the movement, making Megumi shiver, muscles clenching under thick fingers. 

Sukuna's eyes got stuck in-between his legs then. In that very same way that Megumi should be used to, by now. Somehow, he still wasn't. Megumi felt his face go up in flames spread open and on display like this. 

"God, Megumi. You're perfect." 

"Oh shut up." 

"No, baby. You don't get it. You're perfect. You've got no idea how bad I wanna be inside you. Wanna eat you out and tease you for hours, just play with you until you can't take it anymore." 

Megumi closed his eyes. Compliments were… hard. Hard to swallow. 

"'Kuna," Megumi complained. 

"What is it baby?"

"Fuck me. Please. I need it." 

Megumi's eyes opened when there was no response. He was still spread out, folded up. Sukuna was looking at his face now. 

"You wanted to tell me. What does this mean, Megumi?" 

"Fuck me and I'll tell you." 

"Fucking hell. How high is your fever even?" 

"You didn't check," Megumi told him, a grin pulling at his lips when Sukuna's eyebrows furrowed, "probably very high." 

"Should I -" 

"No," Megumi laughed. 

"Baby." 

"Yeah?" 

"You're just trying to piss me off at this point, aren't you? Tell you what. It's fucking working." 

Megumi swallowed, mouth hanging open. He watched as Sukuna reached for his pants, opening the zipper and pulling them down. Then the underwear. Megumi's mouth watered. He waited patiently, holding his own legs in place, as Sukuna took his pants off. There was another new tattoo, a knife on his leg. Megumi's pulse quickened. He wanted to trace the dark lines with his fingers, his tongue. 

Sukuna grabbed his dick then. 

Megumi's eyes were stuck on him. Fixated. He watched Sukuna pump himself, a few simple movements. He watched the way Sukuna's face relaxed a little in relief and Megumi wanted to ink the image of his face into his memory, like Sukuna's tattoos. Too precious not to be stored inside him. 

Speaking of inside him - 

"Give it to me," Megumi told him. Sukuna grinned. He made a show of another few, slow and deliberate strokes. Up and down. Megumi pouted at him. "Sukuna." 

"Remember the emergency word?" Sukuna asked. Megumi's heart skipped a beat. This was good. A good indicator. Hope. His insides felt a little warmer, emptier, instantly. "You don't get enough air or feel faint, you stop me. Okay. 

"Yeah," Megumi confirmed with a tight voice, turning his head to cough. "Please." 

Megumi could see it in his face then. A little shift, like something snapping into place. Sukuna's eyes looked a little colder than, his features a little more mature. The shift was miniscule, really, but Megumi knew his expressions. He'd learned them. 

"You sound so cheap like this baby. Just begging and begging. Never learned to wait for what you want," Sukuna told him. He knew exactly how much Megumi loved it when he used that tone with him. He loved how natural it sounded on his lips, when Sukuna put him down. Never overdone or too corny for Megumi's tastes. Not generic. 

He fluttered his lashes at Sukuna.

"Yeah. Please. I'm sorry," the words spilled out of Megumi's mouth, "touch me." 

Sukuna smiled this time. Softer.

"Of course I will," he said and Megumi moaned, low and loud and interrupted by his sore throat, when Sukuna pressed the fleshy part of his thumb into Megumi's clit, dead on. Overwhelming. Megumi's body tensed up and he tried to shift backwards, only to be held in place as Sukuna drew a little circle on his body, then another. It had Megumi attempting to raise his hips, too. 

Sukuna made a disappointed face at that. He shook his head and watched Megumi's eyes as he suddenly moved his finger, sliding it, along with two others at once, inside of him.

The feeling had Megumi jolting forward, mouth open and oxygen scarce. He tried to moan something encouraging but even that was hard. Impossible. It was easy to tell that he was soaked, just by how well Sukuna's fingers had slid inside. 

"Megumi," Sukuna said, catching his attention. Megumi blinked at him, trying to keep his eyes open and his mouth closed.

"Yeah?" 

Sukuna pumped his fingers inside him. Once, twice until Megumi had his head thrown back, vision blurrier than before. He rocked his hips with the movement. Sweet and slow against nicely broad fingers. He loved this. So, so much. 

"I'm gonna put my cock inside you and listen up now baby. You'll tell me exactly what you've got to say to me. And make it good, okay?" 

"Su- ah. Yeah. I - fuck. I get it. I'll tell you," Megumi lied, maybe. His brain definitely wasn't working now. Not when Sukuna was pressing his fingers against his inner walls just perfectly, slowly going in and out, like he only wanted to give Megumi a hint of all the best sensations. Megumi found himself trying to chase the friction, rolling his hips into Sukuna's fingers. 

He tried to think, about what he could say. What he had to say, to Sukuna. What was worth saying.

All of it was such a mess inside him, so overwhelmingly loud, shaded in feelings he couldn't explain, couldn't even categorize properly. Sukuna was - 

Megumi's thoughts stopped entirely when the fingers were pulled out and, within a second, replaced by something much, much bigger. Broader. Something familiar. 

Megumi's body was so welcoming, so ready for Sukuna's cock already, that the sheer lack of a struggle to put it in should have probably had Megumi embarrassed. Shocked. Instead, all he could focus on was the sensation of Sukuna, stretching him open bit by bit, intruding him. Megumi watched Sukuna's mouth fall open, watched him curse silently before Sukuna leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Megumi's jawline, then his throat. 

And then, before Megumi could adequately react, he found himself lifted by a tight grip on his hips, his feet on Sukuna's shoulder as the man made quick work of arranging Megumi's body as he saw fit. 

Then, Sukuna pressed him down on his cock. Until it was all the way inside Megumi and he was only capable of a silent vocalization anymore, his mouth hanging open, dry and his throat painfully sore. 

"Fuck," Megumi whispered in his broken voice. 

"Comfortable like this?" Sukuna asked. 

Megumi nodded his head, probably looking half out of his mind and stupid with lust. 

"Wouldn't want my sick little baby to have to do any work." 

"Sukuna," Megumi began. Then, again, more desperate as he failed to focus on anything but the feeling of his pussy, stretching deliciously around Sukuna's cock, "please." 

"I know, I know. Eyes on mine, okay?" 

Megumi nodded again. 

And then, Sukuna repeated what he'd done before, lifting Megumi up before dropping him back down onto his cock. Gravity and Sukuna's insane strength made for a deadly combo that had Megumi realizing, just a few seconds in, that he was in over his head. Not ready. 

He threw his head back in a broken moan when Sukuna didn't even have to stop and reconsider the angle, or change the position of his hands. The next time he pushed Megumi onto his body like a toy, he snapped his hips forward in tune with the movement and that did it. 

Megumi's lungs struggled to supply him with nearly enough oxygen, his head felt like it ess filled with cotton and the entirety of Megumi's skin was already covered in a thin layer of sweat. Sukuna moved him again. Used him, burying himself deep inside Megumi before pulling out again, with a loud, wet sound. 

Megumi closed his eyes. 

Sukuna stopped and Megumi wailed. 

"Eyes, Megumi. Look at me." 

"S'kuna," Megumi uselessly whispered to him as he forced his eyes open. Just in time for Sukuna to press him down on his cock again, harder. The thrust of his hips was perfectly timed to hit that good spot deep inside Megumi. His entire upper body tightened with the feeling before relaxing again. Megumi tried to breathe through it, utterly overwhelmed with the eye contact. 

"That's it baby. Listen," Sukuna told him and all hell broke loose on Megumi's body then. Sukuna's movements became quicker, much quicker. He forced Megumi's body to accommodate, forced his pussy to widen beneath the constant assault and coupled with the violent thrusts, Megumi found himself already seeing stars. Even through opened eyes. 

He felt like he was drooling, too. Definitely sweating buckets. Sukuna seemed unbothered by it, putting Megumi's body to the speed, the depth of his thrusts. All in all, Megumi could still tell though - there was a concealed carefulness in his movements today. 

He felt a dopy smile pulling at his lips, even through the moans, the deep and intense thrusts. 

Maybe Sukuna liked the sight of it, or maybe he didn't. 

Either way, if anything, the man suddenly seemed twice as determined to carve a place for himself out in Megumi's lower body. Megumi barely had a chance to blink before he realized what was happening when Sukuna suddenly got off the bed, with Megumi clinging to him, panicked and needy. Legs dropping down to Sukuna's waist.

Megumi was about to ask what was up, up until Sukuna moved him, pushed himself inside again and fuck. The angle. Megumi's head flew back, his mouth remaining open as he coughed, sputtered, all while Sukuna could apparently not be bothered to give a damn, continuing to use the warmth and tightness Megumi's body had to offer for his own enjoyment. 

Megumi's half open eyes were on his face still. 

He loved the looks of him, when Sukuna lost himself in pleasure and instincts. There was nothing that could compare to that and the mere sight of him had Megumi addicted. Hooked. Insane. 

"Fu- ah. More," Megumi croaked, "right there. Yes! Please, daddy."

Then, as if just to mock him, all movement stopped right there. 

Sukuna gave him a good hard look. The unnerving kind, like Megumi was missing something. He tried to wet his lips, close his mouth. 

"Enjoying yourself?" 

"Yeah - more. Please," Megumi answered honestly.

"You'll get more. I'll fuck you harder and pump you full with cum, baby. But before that, tell me." 

"Mmh?" Megumi tried, tilting his head a little to the side. 

"Tell me what you want from me." 

"S'kuna. Empty. Come on." 

"No baby. Use your words. I can hold you like this for hours, if I have to." 

Megumi knew that it was true and he loved it, perhaps just a little too much. He also hated it. He couldn't decide which feeling weighed the other out in the end. 

All Megumi knew was that he needed more. 

"I told you." 

"You didn't tell me shit." 

Megumi tried to breathe, clinging harder to Sukuna. Their eye contact remained unbroken. He felt shaky all over, but strangely boneless. His chest ached. 

"I wanna keep doing this," Megumi tried. 

"And I told you. It's not enough." 

"It's so much." 

"I know baby." 

"You know," Megumi accused him, "So don't make me say it."

"I don't know shit. "

"Sukuna."

Another cough. Megumi closed his eyes and Sukuna squeezed his fingers harder into his skin. 

"Megumi," he said, pleading now. Megumi's heart stalled. He shook his head, tried to press another kiss to Sukuna's lips, but Sukuna didn't let him. 

He bit his lip, frustrated beyond belief. 

"I fucking told you. I wait for this, for when you come to me. I don't even fucking - I don't even sleep with anyone else, okay? Because I don't want to. I just want you. So bad. It's scary, Sukuna."

"I know," Sukuna confirmed. He sounded like he knew all about it. Really. 

It made something click in Megumi's head, somehow, the tone of his words. He took a breath in, really looking at Sukuna. "You said that you - that you're trying not to fall in love with me." 

"Failing," Sukuna said. Megumi's face burned all over again. He cleared his throat again, ran his fingers over Sukuna's back. 

This was it. 

Megumi needed to be honest, open, real with him. He needed to take whatever courage his fever gave him. He wet his lips, looked down at Sukuna's. They were perfect. Perfectly kissable, smooth, soft. Pink. Megumi didn't want anyone else to get a taste of them, to find in Sukuna what he'd found in him.

"Me too," he said, "I'm failing, too." 

Something shifted in Sukuna's face at his words, something that was impossible not to notice. The harshness beneath his eyes faded into something warm, open. Megumi's own mouth fell open again when he asked, "you mean that?" 

"Mmh," Megumi told him, unable to keep up the eye contact. He looked at the floor, feeling his heartbeat all the way down to his fingertips. "I mean it."

"Megumi," Sukuna said. Their eyes met again. Sukuna's lips were on his before Megumi knew it. Warm, tender against his own. Perfect. Megumi tightened his hold on him and screamed into their kiss when Sukuna shoved him back on his cock, harsher. Wilder. Megumi's mouth remained open, broken gasps falling into Sukuna's mouth, his face, then his neck as Megumi lost all control over his body, rocking back and forth with the movements Sukuna forced on him. 

"Fuck, I really do love you, baby," Sukuna groaned into his ear, all gone and husky.

"Su- ah. Fuck. Slow down," Megumi moaned uselessly at him. 

Sukuna didn't. 

If anything, Megumi felt like it made him go harder, splitting Megumi open with each thrust and making a mess between his legs, on Sukuna's cock. It left his entire lower body half numb, half over stimulated. Each thrust had Megumi falling forward, each motion a collapse. A breakdown in slow motion. At some point, Megumi's mouth just remained open, moans blurring into one another seamlessly, only interrupted by gasps and coughs and sputtering. 

"God baby. You're so warm," Sukuna groaned.

Megumi moaned something like a confirmation, sweat clinging to his forehead. Sukuna hit his insides at just the right angle then and Megumi yelled, pushing himself down on him, feeling his walls clenching around Sukuna's cock as if to coax his deeper inside. He struggled to find his breath, fingernails scratching brutally into sweaty, hot skin. 

"Fuck," he groaned, "again - I'll. Close." 

"Yeah?" Sukuna asked, breathless and broken. Megumi loved him like this, sounding all wrecked. 

"Yeah," he barely managed to echo before Sukuna's thrusts became even more frantic, less controlled, borderline painful. In fact, Megumi's entire lower body hurt. He'd missed this. So, so much.

His face felt wet with saliva, tears and sweat as he pushed it harder into Sukuna's neck, getting so, so loud. 

"Then come on baby," Sukuna pushed him and Megumi felt like he was witnessing it from a third perspective, the way he heard the slapping of skin on wet skin, the way his pussy burned, the way Sukuna groaned into his ear until Megumi's body couldn't take it anymore. 

He felt himself tighten impossibly around him, felt his consciousness fade into something vague and dream-like as his orgasm overtook him. He heard himself moan, heard Sukuna moan, felt him spilling inside himself and the last thing Megumi heard before reality faded all around him was Sukuna's breathing, hard and broken and right next to his ear. 

Megumi couldn't recall ever feeling safe, fainting. 

Losing himself in Sukuna's embrace wasn't scary at at and God, was that scary.