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Loud, scratchy moans drifted out into the living room from behind a closed door. Megumi clenched his jaw. His dad had brought home another woman from his most frequented bar. This one was tall and blond; looked a little too decent to be screaming his father’s name.
He wondered how old this week’s woman was. Toji hardly ever brought home girls older than twenty.
When he heard a loud groan from Toji, he heaved himself off of the ugly couch his dad insisted on getting when he first moved in. The last time he tried to interrupt, he was backhanded. And Toji had big hands. Megumi would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep that night. He’d rather leave them alone.
“Nasty old man,” he mumbled as he grabbed a thick wallet from the small dining table.
Megumi smiled to himself when he counted some of the bills inside of the wallet. Toji usually brought in decent money, but he was a pretty shitty dad with financial budgeting just as shitty. Instead of getting them an apartment that didn’t have inch thick walls and doors that never wanted to stay on their hinges, he used the money for booze that wasn’t even that good. But this time, Megumi struck gold.
He slid on some socks left by the door and stuffed the wallet in his back pocket. Opening the front door quietly, Megumi slipped out. He shook his head and didn’t bother closing it quietly when he heard Toji’s loud snores. He slid on his dirty converse that he kept outside the door and tucked his shoelaces underneath the tongue of the shoes.
Megumi jogged down the cement stairs and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He turned to the left and hardly looked up; the way to the small gas station was almost muscle memory.
He opened the door to the gas station and winced slightly when it caught his heel as it closed. “Welcome in,” a monotone voice said. Megumi didn’t bother answering and walked to the back. He grabbed a bag of chips and some fruit flavored energy drink he hadn’t tried yet.
Megumi tossed the stuff on the counter and opened Toji’s wallet. “That all?” the voice asked. Megumi looked up at the boy standing behind the register. He had choppy black hair and angel fangs that were just slightly uneven. “Yeah,” he said. The other man smiled and rung up his drink and chips.
“519 yen,” he said.
Megumi nodded and slid the money on the counter. He shook his head when the man—his name tag read Junpei—asked if he wanted a bag. Megumi nodded in way of thanks and opened the door again. The chilly evening air felt nice.
He reached in his pocket and dialed a number he called frequently. On the fourth ring, the other end picked up. “Yeah?” a groggy voice said.
Megumi balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder and popped his bag of chips open. And tossed a couple in his mouth, not bothering to hide the loud crunch. “I need to get stoned,” he said. The other voice chuckled before breaking into a small coughing fit. “Jesus,” the other voice muttered.
“Yeah, okay. You know where my house is.”
Megumi hummed and hung up before Sukuna could blab randomly. He always did when he was higher than a fucking kite.
Megumi’s steps sped up just a bit. Weed turned his brain off. But he wasn’t going to admit that he was also looking forward to seeing a certain someone at the house.
Sukuna’s house—or rather, his grandpa’s house—was near the gas station. It was small and simple but it was a nice house. Something Megumi found himself wanting to live in.
He fished around in the large flower pot. He reached underneath one of the plant’s leaves and grabbed the spare key left there almost exclusively for him. He unlocked the door and was met with music that was probably too loud for this hour.
Sukuna was sprawled out on the couch. He had a joint hanging out of his mouth as he fiddled with a lighter. He flicked it twice before it finally caught. He held the flame to the end and finally cracked his eyes open.
He grinned and waved Megumi in. He took a drag and held it out. “Want it?” Megumi slid his shoes off and took the joint from Sukuna. He sat on the opposite side of the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table. He blew the smoke out and watched the movie Sukuna put on before looking away when he decided it was uninteresting. He opened his drink and let the fizz from the carbonation die down before taking a large gulp.
He and Sukuna continued to pass it back and forth. Megumi’s head was already feeling pleasantly clouded over when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He tipped his head over the back of the couch and grinned.
“Hi Yuuji,” he drawled. Yuuji waved at him, then turned to scowl at his brother.
“I’ve told you to stop stinking up the living room,” Yuuji said. He yanked the pillow from behind Sukuna’s head and whacked him harshly in the face. Sukuna was too high to do much else other than wave his arms around weakly.
“Hey,” Sukuna groaned, “I’m not the only one smoking.” He kicked Megumi’s thigh and Megumi shoved him away.
Yuuji rolled his eyes and shuffled into the kitchen. He chugged some milk from the jug and yawned. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said with a tired wave.
Megumi hummed. He was pretty sure the movie was over. Sukuna was stretched out like the lazy asshole he is. The joint was put out and the music seemed to be quieter. Megumi wasn’t sure if it was because Sukuna turned the volume down or if it was because his senses were focused on something else entirely.
Sukuna’s eyes met Megumi’s. The reddish brown of his irises were pretty. Megumi leaned back against the cushion, letting his weight slowly fall on Sukuna. He set his half empty can down so he wouldn’t spill it all over himself as he moved.
Sukuna didn’t push him away. Instead, he tugged on Megumi’s arms, pulling him closer. Something pressed up against Megumi. He chose to ignore it, at least for now. Sukuna ran his fingers through Megumi’s hair and Megumi sighed.
“Feel good?” Sukuna mumbled.
Megumi nodded. “Mhmm,” he sighed, practically melting into Sukuna.
Sukuna’s other hand traveled lower. He paused when his hand nudged the waistband of Megumi’s baggy pants. Megumi bit his lip before nodding slightly.
A warm hand slipped beneath his pants and then his underwear. Megumi bit the inside of his cheek. He could feel wetness begin to leak from his cunt. Sukuna slid a finger through the neat patch of dark hair and brushed briefly against his clit.
Megumi gasped quietly. Sukuna toyed with his clit almost gently with slow movements. His fingers drifted further down before collecting some of his slick. Megumi bit his lip harder when Sukuna slipped a finger in.
“What—what if Yuuji comes back?” Megumi whispered. Sukuna paused but didn’t remove his finger. “He won’t,” he said, confident, like he knew nothing would disturb them.
Sukuna slid a second finger in and stopped his movements when Megumi tensed up slightly in his lap. Megumi exhaled before saying, “it’s good.” With the go ahead, Sukuna added a third finger. He stroked Megumi’s soft, warm walls, soaking in his quiet gasps and groans.
Sukuna’s fingers were wet and sticky when he pulled them out. Megumi flushed at the wet noise and Sukuna smirked lazily. They shifted around on the couch so Megumi was sitting comfortably, red face turned towards Sukuna’s.
Sukuna tapped Megumi’s hip, silently asking him to lift them just enough for Sukuna to slide his pants down. He groaned when his cock bounced free. He was hard and aching when he wrapped his hand around his red cock.
He teased his cock head against Megumi’s slit, rubbing it up and down through his folds. Megumi huffed when Sukuna didn’t immediately press his cock in. He leaned forward and braced his hands on Sukuna’s shoulders.
“Come on,” he huffed, fingernails digging into Sukuna’s skin. Sukuna rolled his eyes but he smiled anyway. Megumi was impatient, but so was he.
Sukuna grabbed his cock and positioned it so his tip grazed Megumi’s hole. Megumi bit his lip when Sukuna slowly pressed in. He grabbed Megumi’s hips and rubbed the exposed skin with his thumb. Megumi made a high pitched noise in the back of his throat. He moved his hands down Sukuna’s chest, his nails leaving faint red lines.
“Easy,” Sukuna whispered. He wanted nothing more than to bend Megumi in half and fuck him until he couldn’t feel his legs, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He helped Megumi ease down the last couple of inches and groaned when the full length of his cock was wrapped in his blissful heat.
Megumi’s eyed were squeezed shut and his breathing was fast. Sukuna waited for Megumi to adjust to his size before moving a muscle. Megumi opened his eyes before lifting his hips. He rose until just the tip of Sukuna’s cock remained before letting his weight drop.
He created a steady rhythm, and oh, was he a sight. Megumi’s thighs tensed each time he raised his body, and a thin sheen of sweat dotted along his forehead. Sukuna bit his lip and sharply thrusted his hips. Megumi’s mouth dropped open. He quickly brought his hand up to his face, trying to muffle his noises.
Sukuna gripped his hips tighter. He secretly hoped Megumi’s pretty skin would bruise. He admired the lithe muscle of Megumi’s abs and the way his face scrunched up in pleasure.
Sukuna met each drop of his hips halfway. He greedily took in every little moan and sigh and gasp that came from Megumi’s pretty lips.
He snaked a hand in between Megumi’s legs and Megumi’s eyes flew opened when he felt fingers pressing down on his clit. Sukuna pinched his clit lightly and grabbed a handful of one of Megumi’s ass cheeks.
“Are you gonna come?” Sukuna asked, words slow and syrupy. Megumi nodded, bits of his hair shaking and moving with the motion of his head.
Megumi’s head was pleasantly clouded. His orgasm melted into the soft cloud over and in his head. He tossed his head back and moaned, squeezing around Sukuna as he rode out his orgasm.
Sukuna slammed his hips up once, then twice more. Megumi was panting, and he whimpered when he felt Sukuna’s cum fill him inside. Sukuna caressed Megumi’s hips, then back, and then his cheeks.
Megumi was slumped over. His limbs felt like jelly. Megumi couldn’t really feel His fingers or toes, only the warm, sturdy body beneath him. His face was buried in Sukuna’s neck, eyes fighting to stay open. Sukuna twirled some of the short hair at the nape of Megumi’s neck.
“All good?” Sukuna asked after his heart returned to a more normal pace. Megumi mumbled something and nodded.
Sukuna’s now soft cock slipped out of Megumi with a wet squelch. Megumi grimaced and clung to Sukuna tightly.
“Do you want to shower?” Sukuna asked.
Megumi’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He was quite comfortable where he was. “No,” he mumbled. Sukuna shook his head and sighed fondly. He shifted Megumi just enough to pull his pants back up and set him back down before he could start squirming.
Sukuna wrapped his arms around Megumi’s middle and hugged him close. He brushed some of Megumi’s messy hair away from his face. He kissed his nose and Megumi breathed out a quiet laugh. “Tickles,” he murmured. Sukuna grinned and kissed his nose again.
Megumi just nestled in closer, letting his eyes close fully. His long lashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks and his breathing grew slow and deep. Sukuna let Megumi’s breathing lull him to sleep. He just hoped Yuuji wouldn’t mind the mess in the morning.