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Megumi hates the cold. He's terrified of it, really. The way it wraps around his bones and seeps into him until he's shaking is a reminder, a force of nature, too much for a frail body. Megumi doesn't stand a chance.
His blanket is thin, barely enough to protect him from the wind rattling the shaky motel windows, sneaking under the numerous gaps he tries and fails to cover.
Too high and his feet are bare, too low and goosebumps rise up his neck, near-deadly prickles going down his spine. Icicles forming across the backbone to match the ones hanging outside, thick and shiny under a flickering streetlight. Megumi can't bring himself to sleep.
He does what Toji taught him — counts to a hundred, imagines sheep jumping a fence, carefree under their fluffy, warm wool, and goes back to zero when it's time to start over. A thousand sheep in he gives up, turning away from the window and regretting it when a new, colder gust of air rushes under his blanket with the motion, but the sight of the door is a relief regardless. A promising thing. It kills his regret in an instant.
Toji left just after the last bits of light outside disappeared, tucked Megumi in and gave him a soft peck before crossing the threshold of the room they're staying in for the night in nothing but short sleeves and a jacket.
Be good and wait for daddy.Toji's cigarette stained breath danced over Megumi's mouth, a lifeline. I won't be long.
Megumi doesn't know how much time passed since then. There's no clock on the chipped walls surrounding him and Megumi doesn't own a phone, or a watch, but it's been long enough for worry to start creeping in alongside the ice.
It's just as freezing, the sickening images of daddy caught in a snowstorm making Megumi's empty stomach turn, chin wobbling when he gets to counting again just to get some kind of grasp on the time. It doesn't help. When he squeezes his eyes shut all he sees is Toji hurt, bleeding away next to a pile of trash in a narrow alleyway, covered in snow, just as scared as Megumi with his knees drawn up to his chest, ears straining in hopes of hearing daddy's footsteps in the hallway.
Sixteen sheep. Seventeen sheep. Eighteen sheep.
With a final, brutal blow to the window the rattling comes to a stop, and Megumi scrambles to the very top of the bed. Nothing more than a curled up ball on ripped up sheets, only his panting left to be heard in the silent room, quiet numbers slipping past blue lips. That and a faint hum he doesn't know the source of, just that it's been there since they arrived, his only company since daddy went to take care of things Megumi isn't privy to. Things that usually end in them having to relocate again. Things he does for Megumi's good.
Daddy isn't dead. He can't be. He wouldn't leave Megumi behind like that.
It's what he clings to while the wind becomes a distant, hollow sound, a storm passing him by because Megumi can't die either, not without Toji by his side. The universe wouldn't allow it.
Another thousand sheep pass and jump before Megumi hears it — a faint thud on the very edge of his consciousness, barely there but quick, and then louder, right there beyond the wooden door. Despite the freezing air and the shivers nearly splitting his body in half Megumi pushes up to his knees, blanket bunched up under him when the lock clicks a little too easily, and then the door is pushed open and the light from the hallway falls over Toji's shoulders onto the bed.
Onto Megumi, freezing and happy and blooming like a flower. Cracked lips turning up into a smile, around a relieved, breathy, "Daddy!"
Toji cuts off the strip of light as soon as it settles, locking the door again and kicking his boots off. Megumi watches them roll on the floor and waits like the good boy daddy's taught him to be, icicles melting down his spine as soon as Toji comes closer, one knee on the bed and a hand reaching out for Megumi.
"Come here, sweetheart." He curls his fingers around Megumi's neck, large and warm because daddy always runs hot, stomach like a furnace when Megumi buries his face in it. "Did you miss me?"
Megumi nods, tiny and desperate. He sneaks his hands under Toji's jacket and holds on tight to the shirt that's sticking to him.
"Missed you so much." Megumi pouts, and then adds in a low whisper, "I don't like this place. It's scary."
Toji's fingers dip under the collar of his sweater, hand rubbing over Megumi in an attempt to warm him up, and Megumi melts under the touch. Back arching, toes curling, he hugs Toji all the way and doesn't let go.
"I know, I'm sorry, but we won't be staying for much longer, baby."
A hum slips past Megumi's lips, now mindlessly mouthing over the cotton of Toji's shirt, breathing him in. He smells strange, too many different notes Megumi doesn't like clinging to his daddy and making him pout. The cold is there too, the cutting smell of winter that pulls out an uneasy shudder, and Megumi doesn't have to say a word for Toji to understand.
He sheds his jacket first. Doesn't make Megumi let go of him as he tosses it to the side, and when it's time to pull his shirt up as well Megumi does it for him, rising up all the way on his calves to peel away the barrier keeping him away from his source of warmth.
"You're freezing, Gumi."
"Not anymore." Megumi drags his cheek over Toji's chest, firm muscles welcoming him while he rubs himself over daddy like a needy cat. Mine, mine, mine. All mine. "Daddy came to save the day!"
Blinking up at Toji, he feels the weight of it, notices the concern behind his eyes. It brings him to a pause.
"Did something happen?"
"No, baby." Toji pushes his hair out of his eyes, fingers ghosting over Megumi's cheek before pinching softly. Lovingly. "I was just worried about you. 'M sorry for being away for so long, but I got you something."
Megumi lights up like a Christmas tree at that, only taking his hands off of Toji because he knows what follows. A kiss to the top of his head before Toji pulls away, swiftly turning on the battered nightstand lamp that casts a dirty, yellow light on the small room. Megumi stays on the edge of the bed, excitement bursting in him and painting his insides every colour under the sky.
Toji doesn't let them stay separated for too long, he never does, and before he knows it Megumi is in daddy's lap, strong arms manhandling him until he's pressed up against Toji's chest, knees bent all the way and feet pushed in between the man's thighs for warmth. And suddenly he only feels safe, wrapped up in daddy's arms in a strange room of an even stranger building, the ice now long gone, melted by the only hands to ever touch him like this.
The blanket gets wrapped around him as well. Another layer of protection against the world, a cocoon for Toji and Megumi only. The way it's supposed to be.
"Here, snatched this on my way back." Toji pulls something out of his pocket and it crinkles on its way to Megumi. "Your favourite."
As promised, Megumi's favourite candy bar sits in Toji's palm, a small, proud smile on his face when Megumi gasps and takes it for himself.
"You're the best, daddy!"
Megumi kisses him first. A soft peck to the corner of Toji's mouth. A habit that lives in his bones. He opens up the wrapper next.
The smile he gets in return is everything. It's the stars and the moon and the sun all coming down at once to circle Megumi. All for him. Daddy's only boy.
"Go on, eat up." Toji's fingers brush Megumi's hip on their way under his sweater, followed by a pinch to his belly. Megumi giggles at the ticklish feeling. "We'll be stopping by somewhere special in the morning."
With thick, caramelly chocolate melting on his tongue, Megumi pauses. Candy bar, breakfast, daddy's normally rigid shoulders set in something rounder, more relaxed — Megumi's being spoiled, and that can only mean one thing.
He swallows, breaks up a piece of his treat and presses it against Toji's lips. "You got money."
He's denied that one thing. Toji turns away, bouncing Megumi in his lap a little all while shaking his head, damp strands of hair falling into his eyes. Megumi complies and eats the piece of chocolate himself.
"It's nothing crazy," Toji starts out, never one to instill false hope into Megumi. "But we'll have a better place to stay for a while. No more scary motels, I promise. At least not for a few weeks."
Megumi smiles, chocolate covered teeth on display. "No thin walls?"
Toji snorts. "No thin walls."
Megumi's delighted giggle rings out so loud it's surely heard down the narrow hallway, but it's abruptly cut off by Toji's hand being clamped over his mouth. Megumi licks at his palm, muffled laughter swirling in with daddy's played up grunt as he flips them around, the entire room tilting until Megumi's on his back, a rolled up blanket burrito under Toji's shadow.
"We need to fix your priorities, baby."
Megumi pouts, and then sighs when he feels Toji settle his weight on him, all other thoughts leaving him but— "I missed you, daddy."
"You said that already." Toji's eyes move over his face slowly, scarred lips pulling up into a smile. Sharp with just a sliver of teeth. "But I missed you too, Megs."
It's like sunlight melting directly over him hearing those words, knowing he's needed, wanted back just as much as he wants and wants and wants. With blood buzzing in his veins, Toji's bottomless love and ownership running through him, the whine he forces out is barely even halfhearted.
"Don't call me that."
"I made you, you brat," Toji huffs, not unkind. Just amused as he tugs on the blanket he wrapped around Megumi, undoing the bottom half with ease. Hips in between slender legs, two pieces of a puzzle slotting together perfectly. "I'll call you whatever I want to."
Megumi wriggles his arms free from the blanket as well, fingertips dancing over Toji's shoulders, goosebumps Megumi ignores rising on his own arms. He wraps himself around Toji, smiling when he doesn't hesitate to fully lay down on Megumi.
"Will you warm me up?" Megumi presses his palms into Toji's naked, warm back, always so in awe of the mass of man his daddy is. Broad, raw muscle, nothing like Megumi — small and starved out. Shivering when he feels the brush of a warm breath on his neck, a kiss following right after and making him tilt his head to the side.
Closer, please. Megumi thinks, and daddy follows.
His breath hitches when he feels it, Toji's cock hard and heavy against his cunt, a rush of warmth from the spot where they meet to his chest, his neck, flushed under the teeth that are now softly nibbling on the skin above his collarbone.
"'Course I will, baby," Toji hums like he's lost to the world, just nosing over Megumi, biting and sucking lightly when he feels like it. Ignoring the way Megumi is trying to grind up on his cock, legs trembling around Toji's waist. "When have I ever left you cold and empty?"
"Never, never." Megumi shakes his head, trying to return the favour and leave his own little kisses on Toji's shoulder. Suddenly full of life. Full of want. Like an instinct, another invisible part of him that exists only thanks to daddy. He continues desperately, hips still rolling, "Please, daddy. It's been days since I last felt you."
It's been too long. Every second they spend apart is too long for Megumi. The days they're on the road and Toji is behind a wheel are the worst, if you ask him. He has to be good and patient and not try to suck daddy off while he's driving. He hates travel the most.
Above him, daddy doesn't even blink at the desperation. He just cups Megumi's chin and makes their eyes meet in the yellow light, something Megumi can't even begin to grasp flashing across Toji's gaze. Something loving. Something a little sad, maybe.
He sighs, and then kisses Megumi before he gets the chance to ask. Nothing more than a peck, but still deep, still stealing Megumi's breath away.
Toji hums against his open mouth. "So beautiful, sweetheart."
Megumi preens. Smiles like he's been given every beautiful thing Earth has to offer. When he kisses Toji back it's determined. Less so a peck and more like a tidal wave— teeth scraping against teeth and tongues tangling in a filthy pace. One that's lead by Megumi.
He's given the freedom to do what he wants. So he puts his all into the kiss, drags daddy down and sucks on his tongue like a popsicle. The wetness between his legs only gets worse at the warmth, the filthy drag of his tongue along daddy's teeth and the roof of his mouth, and Megumi can't help but grind up harder. His sweatpants slide down his hips ever so slightly, encouraging him to go again and again, all but humping Toji's cock like a dumb dog to try and shed his clothes.
And Toji is patient. He lets Megumi suck on his lips and drag blunt fingernails over his nape as he gets lost in it, wanting more but refusing to move for it. Refusing to let daddy go for even a second.
Toji's cock twitches against him, big and heavy even like this, hidden under too many layers. Megumi's cunt clenches down on nothing when he feels it. Pure muscle memory. A reflection of Toji's eagerness.
A wet noise rings out when they part. Which they do only when Toji gets a hand on Megumi's throat and pushes him down and away. Into the pillow. Hard. Harder. Until Megumi stops squirming and instead goes limp, a loose, pleased smile on his face when he notices daddy's restraint.
It's always such a beautiful sight. The crease in between Toji's eyebrows. The stiff line of his jaw. Nostrils flared. Like an animal smelling prey and only holding back so he can really savour it. Megumi has cum to this sight alone too many times to count, back when he was small and easy, still not used to all of daddy's little quirks. When even the smallest twist of a hand had him cumming all over Toji's fingers. A sensitive, inexperienced little thing.
But he's a big boy now. Moulded for this. He knows just how to handle daddy.
"Gumi, baby, sunshine," Toji growls the sweet pet name against his mouth, fingers tightening around Megumi's neck. He drags his nose along a soft, pink cheek. Breathes Megumi in. "You know I can't fuck you here, and you're making it really hard for me to hold back right now."
Megumi grunts. Reaches down to tug on Toji's sweatpants.
"Just— put it in, okay? Nothing more, I promise," Megumi whispers, voice a little chopped up from the grip Toji has on him. "I'll be good. I'll be so good."
Toji shuffles and the bed creaks with it, but Megumi finally has his hands in daddy's boxers. He pulls his cock out carefully, with both hands, and uses his feet to slip Toji's clothes down lower and let him do the rest of the work.
Megumi is too busy admiring. Just holding him. One palm cupping the big, red tip while the other sits at the base. Where daddy is the thickest. Too thick for Megumi to hold properly. He squeezes a little and giggles at the strained noise Toji lets out.
"Fuck, Gumi." Toji ruts down into his hands. Like he can't help himself. "How am I ever supposed to say no to you, kid."
Megumi lifts a single shoulder in a tiny shrug, beaming up at Toji.
"You're not."
He gets a huff in response, a hand slapping his wrists away from what he so desperately wants. Toji takes one of his legs and pushes it to the side, and Megumi goes with it. Turns to his side and lets daddy slip his sweatpants down to the middle of his thighs. His underwear follows. Megumi's cunt gushes, sopping wet slick trickling out and onto Toji's fingers when he pulls one of his folds to the side.
Megumi's breaths come quicker at the faint touch. He stretches out on the bed, letting his blanket fall to the side as he curves his back just right, sticks his ass out for daddy to play with. And play he does.
A hand comes down on one of his ass cheeks and Megumi muffles a moan. Heat pulses in his cunt, under the finger that keeps circling mindlessly, teasing him, making him bite into the pillow to hold down all the need in his body. It's so much bigger than him. Monstrous. Megumi doesn't know where it all fits. He fumbles and twitches with it and he knows his promises were empty. That he'll be begging for daddy to fuck him sooner than later.
Toji keeps touching. One hand playing with his cunt while the other kneads his ass, taking handfuls and squeezing, spreading Megumi open so daddy can see every inch of him.
"You're unreal, baby. Look at you." Toji's voice is all reverence and pride. Megumi can barely breathe under him. "My pretty little hole. All of you turned out fuckin' perfect. All mine. My boy."
When a thumb grazes his hole, a finger slipping into his tight cunt at the same time, Megumi's toes curl. His sob gets caught between his teeth. Toji leans down to hover over him, lips to Megumi's clothed shoulder as he curls his finger into his wet heat. Adds another one.
"Easy, Gumi. Daddy's got you."
And it's the most resounding truth. Always. Always. Daddy's got him. In the cold. In the heat. In the rain. In the endless shifting of the Earth, this is the one constant. The one and only thing they've never had to fight for— such a simple, beautiful thing. Indulgent, filthy pleasure. A love that feels immortal.
Megumi's back arches. Daddy stuffs his fingers in deeper, deeper, deeper. Like he wants to make a home for himself inside of his baby. His sunshine. Keep them both warm forever. Megumi clenches around Toji's fingers, rolls his hips mindlessly. Doesn't even realise he's doing it until a large hand comes down on his waist to press him into the mattress. Keep him still.
"Daddy," Megumi whines, claws at the thin sheets. "'M ready, please, please. I can take it—"
He's cut off by a light spank. It's nothing, really, barely enough to make his skin bloom red, but Megumi gasps, stuffing a hand in his mouth to keep quiet. To muffle another whine. A futile attempt.
"You always say that and end up crying on my cock." Toji fucks his fingers inside of him, hard enough to make Megumi slide up the bed. The wet squelch of his pussy is louder than him. "Don't be stupid, Megumi."
Megumi wants to protest, wants to scratch and fight and squirm his way onto daddy's cock, but he can't rival Toji's strength or the fact that he's right. That tears are already welling up in his eyes as daddy slides a third finger into his cunt, twists and curls them just right. Sends Megumi's nervous system into overdrive, sparks all through his limbs.
Yet he still fights. Still drives his hips down as much as he can and turns, lips sticking out into a pout when he whispers, "Don't you love me, daddy?"
It's a weak spot. It's how he gets whatever he wants. It's how he crawled his way into daddy's mind and then into his lap— shiny eyes and desperation. It's everything Toji can't say no to, even if it pains him.
Megumi hides his smile when Toji's nostrils flare. He falters for a moment, fingers stilling in Megumi's cunt. Jaw tight. Cock jumping at the sight of a needy Megumi. Achingly hard. Achingly delicious. Megumi's mouth fills with drool, merely a trained dog.
"Cut it out," Toji mutters through gritted teeth. Eventually. Once he's tamed that tense, feral look in his eyes.
"I don't know, daddy," Megumi persists. Sliding one of his hands over his body, down to where Toji is weeping for him—all deplorable need he can't keep down, can't even try—Megumi wraps around him like a snake and doesn't let go. Toji is heavy in his hand. Will be even heavier deep in his belly. Where he belongs. Only him. Only daddy. "I think—" he plays up a little hiccup, a helpless thing. Devastated. "I think if you loved me you wouldn't wait. Look—"
With a small twist, a jiggle of his ass, Megumi pushes his hips up. Toji's fingers slide out halfway with the move, shiny and dripping with slick as Megumi presents himself for daddy. Makes a show of it.
"I need it. Need you…don't you see," he all but sobs, and he must make a filthy image— teary eyes, soaking wet, pink, throbbing pussy, begging for it. For daddy's cock. "You won't make me wait, will you?"
And Megumi's daddy is a strong man. He's all muscle and brawn, the kind that would take decades to sculpt to perfection, down to every crevice and ridge, every bit of raw power that oozes out of him, but he's weak for this. Weak for his baby. His sunshine. Megumi knows to use it all too well.
Toji inhales sharply, and Megumi feels the dip in the air. The way all oxygen seems to run out for that one second— carnal desire hanging between them, the kind Gods condemn, and Toji is anything but a man of faith.
The hand on Megumi's ass travels up high, to the base of his ribcage, and when Toji tugs him down it's with a grip that forces out a yelp. As the fingers in his cunt get stuffed to the brim, thick knuckles catching on his gushing hole, Megumi bites down on his lip so hard his jaw aches, and it does little to hold his wrecked noise in his throat. Inside, his heart goes into an erratic rhythm and Megumi chants— yes, yes, yes, fuck yes! Deeper, daddy! Please!
And Toji goes deeper. In an instant his fingers are replaced, so quick Megumi doesn't even get a moment to taste emptiness before he's being stuffed full again. By something bigger this time, harder, thicker, daddy's cock getting swallowed by tight walls, clenching around him, fighting to take everything.
Megumi wants to scream with joy. He chokes on his own spit instead.
"Fuuck," Toji's groan is drawn out, shameless. Like he doesn't give a shit anymore if anybody will hear. If anybody in the motel will know he's balls deep in his son, his love, his pretty little cunt. Megumi has to fight to take in a breath. "Fuck, Gumi, fuck. You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you? Can't be patient."
Megumi makes a sound. Something like a moan, all broken up and heavy. The weight of Toji's cock, the thickness, going all the way through his belly like a pulsing heat, it travels and tangles up his tongue. He pants. He nods. He doesn't know what he's nodding to. It doesn't matter. None of it matters because daddy is inside, Megumi can feel him, can feel all his weight slowly coming down on him and driving his cock in deeper with it.
Toji stills then. Megumi whines and clamps tighter around him, completely out of it when Toji brings a hand to his tear stained face and shakes his head a little.
"It's my fault, I know. I raised you up after all," Toji grits out. Tense. Holding back when Megumi tries wriggling his hips. "See? You don't even listen."
With his face out of the pillow, Megumi's moans run free down his lips, with drool trickling over his face and dripping between Toji's fingers. They tighten against his cheek and Megumi smiles at the pressure, sticking his tongue out to ask for a kiss.
Toji huffs, "Unbelievable," and indulges him nonetheless.
The kiss is off centre, messy, devouring. It's barely a kiss and more so a feast. Daddy fucks his tongue into Megumi's mouth the way he would a cock, grazing the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks, the back of his teeth, taking Megumi's lips between his own to suck while he keeps Megumi in place with his body. Megumi tries and fails to keep up, just letting his mouth hang open as daddy takes what he wants from him.
His cunt aches, throbs, so full it feels like he could break in half, and Megumi desperately needs more. He shuffles and turns and tries his best to fuck himself on Toji's cock if he won't do it himself, but he's pinned down from head to toe. A writhing weight that means nothing to Toji. He stays put, kisses all over Megumi once he's satisfied with the mess he made of his face.
"You got what you wanted, didn't you?"
Megumi's face burns at the reminder of how bottomless the pit in his chest is, always clawing for more, more, more and even more, then. He demands without shame and takes and then demands more, and it's never enough. If he could dig the same pit in Toji's body and bury himself there he would.
He's the hunger and greed that comes from having nothing, and daddy is the only one that knows. That feels it too. Even when he doesn't speak of it, Megumi knows, too.
"Mmh, no, no, no," Megumi mumbles, gasping when he feels Toji twitch inside of him. "No, daddy. I want— more. So much. Please, I know you want it too."
Toji chuckles then, amused. Almost fond.
"Everyone's gonna know you're a sick fuck, Gumi. Is that what you want? Want 'em to know you're addicted to daddy's cock, hm?"
The building is full, Megumi knows this. The desk clerk whose eyes softened as soon she saw him shaking under Toji's arm when they came in earlier that day won't look at him with the same softness in the morning. The old man next door that helped Toji get the lock unstuck will know. Maybe he's heard Megumi beg for it already, through the thin wall. Witness to the deranged thing they hide in rooms just like this one. Foreign. Never to be visited again when they're back on the road.
Megumi only spreads his legs further, knees digging into the mattress as he readjusts, pushes his hips back on the cock splitting him in half. Until his ass his sticking up. Back arched and braced for what's to come.
"Yeah, I am, soo sick," Megumi moans, babbling senselessly through small little giggles. Already cockdrunk and barely trying to make sense. Toji smacks his ass again and Megumi groans. "Hmmf, daddy! Daddy, please, p— ahh!"
He's tugged back swiftly, arms flying out to hold onto the headboard bars as Toji folds him how he pleases— ass up and face down, a hand on the back of his head to keep his face stuffed in the pillow, and then daddy is finally moving. Finally fucking him the way he deserves.
When he pulls back almost all the way, until Megumi's cunt is stretched out around the tip, Toji drives his hips back down hard. Hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. He buries himself there for a long moment, letting Megumi really feel every inch breaking him down, and then he pulls back and does the same thing. Again and again and again, drawing out muffled sobs with every thrust.
The heat in Megumi's belly spreads every time, cunt clenching around Toji in endless spasms, legs twitching every time he bottoms out and Megumi feels him far up. So big it's almost scary, a hollow ache in Megumi's throat like Toji is all the way up there, pushing out the whines he can't keep down.
"God, kid, you're so damn tight," Toji hisses out, rocking in and out of Megumi. Keeping a tight grip on his ass as he hovers over him. "Fucked this cunt so many times 'n it still drives me crazy."
Toji lets his head go and Megumi lifts it with a gasp. He turns his face left, gulping in air while Toji sticks a hand under his sweater to cup one of his tits. With his fingers splayed over Megumi's chest, he can almost take both of them in one hand.
Megumi's eyes go rolling back, just as a sharpness runs from his aching cunt to his chest. Fills his gut with white hot pleasure when daddy twists one of his nipples.
"Yeah, that's right. Squeeze around my cock, just like that, Gumi. Fuck."
On command, Megumi does it again and preens at the long groan daddy lets out. Approval rushing through him like thunder.
Toji smacks his ass again. "Trained you so well, didn't I?"
Megumi can't respond beyond the string of small ah-ah-ah's leaving his mouth, so he nods. Does it one more time to make daddy happy and tries his hardest to fuck himself back on his cock, pleasure soaring at the sound of their bodies colliding. Loud and heavy and unmistakable— a perfect fit.
Daddy's cock and his baby's sweet cunt. It's how it's meant to be, Megumi believes. With his entire heart, he knows— there's no one out there for Toji but him. There's no one out there for him but daddy.
As if he feels it too, as if he can tell how awfully greedy his baby is, Toji angles his hips just right and pounds into Megumi harder and faster. The bed creaks and further cracks the paint every time it collides with the wall, and it's still not nearly as loud as the sounds being fucked out of Megumi.
"D— uhh-fuck— daddy, fuck," Megumi gasps for air between moans. "Can you—"
He's cut off by another mewl when Toji circles his hips in a way that makes Megumi feel him even deeper. He gives up on trying to speak, instead just pushing a hand between his legs to rub his clit when that buzzing, needy thing in his body grows. Turns into a burning pressure in his cunt that releases so suddenly he has no time to prepare himself.
He cums on daddy's cock, getting pounded through it even harder when Toji feels him twitch. When he realises Megumi's already gone, lost in the intense, bright feeling that sweeps him up.
"Oh, baby," Toji gasps, and Megumi can imagine the look on his face so clearly. The furrowed eyebrows and curled lip. Always so sexy in the throes of pleasure. "Fuck yeah, cum for daddy. Good boy."
And Megumi is so warm. When Toji lifts and pulls him along until Megumi is in his lap, it almost burns. Violent little sparks going down his shaky legs, his spine, filling his belly to the point of pain.
Or maybe it's just Toji's cock. It is. It must be.
Megumi scrambles to bring his hands to his tummy and feel him there. His head hangs forward, breath hitching when he presses down and sees it. A bulge in the shape of daddy's cock, Megumi's insides moulded around it. Fitting him perfectly. Always. Megumi could never get tired of the sight.
"Oh my—" Megumi pants, traps a giggle in his throat. "'S big, daddy. So big. Look."
Taking hold of Toji's hand and lifting it from his hip, Megumi brings it to his belly. Palm flat against the bulge Toji fucks deeper into him, driving his hips up.
"I know, baby, I know," Toji whispers. He kisses Megumi's hair, the back of his neck, his shoulder. Megumi shivers at his warm breath as Toji comes down to take a look as well. To make Megumi happy if nothing else. "Takin' me so well."
Megumi hums, barely listening, mind floating in that little cloud only he visits.
It's fucked up. The kind of fucked up even daddy wouldn't handle. The kind of fucked up that would make him sneer at Megumi and refuse to fuck him ever again. It's why Megumi keeps it to himself, never dares utter the thought out loud. But whenever they're like this—when Toji's cock is nice and snug in his tummy—Megumi silently wonders how it would look. A round belly and sore tits. A gift to carry from daddy himself.
It's awful. It's disgusting. Megumi needs it more than air. More than anything else in this wretched world.
He always has to bite his tongue and hold it in— the urge to lock his legs around Toji and not let him go. Ever. Not until he's swollen with it, and not even then.
Instead, Megumi just watches and traces the veins on daddy's hand. Acts the good boy daddy believes he is.
"Will you—" he pauses, rolls his hips down. His head flies back to rest on Toji's chest. "Will you cum inside?"
Toji presses down on his belly and Megumi moans. Giggling when he catches the look on daddy's face. All tight and hard. Like a tiger.
"That what you want, hm?"
Megumi nods. Arches his back like a house cat.
"Yes, please."
And like always, he gets what he wants. Even if daddy likes easier clean up, he takes hold of Megumi's waist and moves him how he desires.
Megumi hangs off him like a prize. A jewel. Arm thrown behind Toji's neck as he bounces Megumi on his cock, all but using him as a fleshlight to get himself there. And Megumi is on cloud nine, cunt hot and tense and awfully wet, squelching every time Toji fucks into him. Thighs shiny with slick. Daddy's perfect, tight little hole.
When he cums, Toji slams him down all at once, spurting his warm load inside Megumi. Painting his guts white.
"Jesus— fuck," Toji groans, rutting into Megumi still. Quick little jerks that leave him breathless. Cock whipped. "Fuck, yeah…God, so good, baby. S'good."
The best. My good boy. Grippin' me so good, Gumi, fuck.
Megumi eats up the praise, in his own little nirvana as daddy fucks him full of his cum. Even when he lets him go Megumi keeps moving, driving down on his cock to feel more, more, more. Always needing more.
And Toji lets him. He just watches, panting as he runs a hand along Megumi's thigh, his tummy, under his rolled up sweater and to his tits. Daddy's personal favourite. He fondles them mindlessly, pinching and humming knowingly every time it makes Megumi twitch against him.
"Mm, wanna cum again?"
Toji sounds like Megumi's answer might just send him over the edge again.
"No," Megumi giggles, a little breathless. He brings one hand to Toji's thigh, a solid surface to keep himself steady as he circles his hips. Lazily riding him while he still can. "Just wanna stay like this. Feel you right here."
With a pat to his belly, Megumi finally lets himself rest in daddy's lap.
When the time comes, Toji will pull him off and clean him up with his mouth. Suck on his fucked out cunt and maybe make him cum one more time. If he deems he's been good enough.
And in the morning, when they leave to hit the road again, Toji will push a water bottle in one of his hands and a pill in the other. Megumi will pretend to swallow, spit it out when daddy isn't looking, and silently let himself hope.