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The clock on the wall continued to tick, but Yuuji had been lying awake for an hour, unable to close his eyes. His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Megumi's peaceful sleeping face. Megumi... his Megumi, still looked extraordinarily beautiful even though he was no longer young.
Unable to resist, Yuuji gently laid a hand on Megumi's flat stomach, feeling the warm skin and the slight flutter of his diaphragm. Megumi murmured in his sleep and rolled over onto his back, presenting Yuuji with an even more tempting view. Yuuji's eyes roamed hungrily over Megumi's lithe body, taking in the swell of his soft breasts and the growing bulge in his shorts.
Emboldened, Yuuji slid a hand under Megumi's tank top, caressing the smooth skin. Megumi's nipples tightened into stiff peaks under his touch. Yuuji leaned down and captured one in his mouth, suckling gently. Megumi whimpered and arched up into him.
Releasing the sensitive bud with a wet pop, Yuuji claimed Megumi's lips in a searing kiss, coaxing his mouth open to slide his tongue inside. Megumi returned the kiss clumsily in his sleep, sending jolts of arousal through Yuuji.
Breaking away, Yuuji stood to hastily strip off his own clothes before divesting Megumi of his remaining garments. He laid Megumi out like a feast and took his time licking and nipping his way down the boy's body. Megumi's cock hardened under his attention and Yuuji took it into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root.
"Mmm... Yuuji..." Megumi mumbled, half-asleep. Yuuji just hummed around his shaft, sending vibrations through Megumi's sensitive flesh. Megumi made a choked sound and tried to thrust up but Yuuji held him down, relentlessly sucking until Megumi came with a silent scream.
Yuuji licked him clean and crawled back up to kiss him deeply, sharing Megumi's own musky flavor. Megumi's eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at Yuuji, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Want you," he rasped. "Please..."
Yuuji growled low in his throat and grabbed the bottle of lube from the end table. He coated his fingers and circled Megumi's tight hole, teasing the puckered flesh. Megumi whined and tried to push back onto them but Yuuji smacked his ass.
"Patience," he chided. He slowly pushed one finger in, then two, scissoring and stretching Megumi open. By the time he added a third, Megumi was writhing and begging for more.
Yuuji pulled his fingers out and grabbed Megumi's hips, flipping him over onto his stomach. He kicked Megumi's legs apart and notched his aching cock at his entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in Megumi's tight heat.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Yuuji grunted, holding still to let Megumi adjust. Megumi moaned and pushed back against him. "More, please..."
Grinning wolfishly, Yuuji started to move, sawing in and out of Megumi's channel. He snapped his hips faster, driving into Megumi with increasing force until the wet slap of skin filled the room. Megumi clung to the couch cushions and wailed his pleasure.
"So good, so tight for me," Yuuji panted, angling to hit Megumi's prostate with every thrust. "Gonna make you come on my cock like a good little wife."
"Y-Yes! Ah! Fuck me harder!" Megumi babbled, meeting Yuuji's thrusts now. "Please Yuuji, I need it!"
Yuuji gripped Megumi's hips hard enough to bruise and pounded into him mercilessly, grunting with the effort. The coil of heat in his belly tightened and he knew he was close. He snaked a hand around to fist Megumi's dripping cock in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me," Yuuji commanded. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock as you come all over yourself, baby."
With a broken cry, Megumi obeyed, spilling over Yuuji's fist and into the sheets beneath him. His inner muscles clamped down like a vise and Yuuji followed him over the edge with a guttural moan, flooding Megumi's insides with his release.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, chests heaving as they came down from their highs. Yuuji pulled out with a wet sound and flopped onto his back next to Megumi, throwing an arm around his waist.
"That was amazing," Megumi sighed happily, nuzzling into Yuuji's side. "We should definitely do this again."
Yuuji laughed breathlessly and hugged him closer. "Oh I fully intend to," he promised wickedly. "That was just the beginning."
*****
The aroma of Yuuji's cooking wafted through the apartment as he stirred the pot of curry, humming along to the music playing on his phone. He was just seasoning to taste when he heard the door open and Megumi's familiar footsteps enter the hallway.
"Welcome back," Yuuji called out, a smile in his voice. "How was your mission?"
A beat of silence passed before Megumi replied, "Fine. Just some paperwork to deal with now."
Yuuji could hear the weariness in Megumi's tone and decided to let him decompress for a bit. He continued cooking, setting the table and pouring two glasses of iced tea. A short while later, he heard the sound of running water and a soft groan from Megumi that had nothing to do with being sore from combat.
Unable to resist, Yuuji shut off the stove and made his way to the bathroom. He quietly opened the door and caught sight of Megumi standing under the spray, head bowed and hands braced against the tile as the water sluiced over his lean form.
Megumi's head jerked up at the sound of the door opening and his eyes widened as they met Yuuji's hungry gaze.
"Thought you could use some company," Yuuji said by way of explanation as he started stripping off his clothes.
Megumi's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his eyes riveted to Yuuji's movements. By the time Yuuji was fully naked, Megumi's cock was standing at attention, hard and weeping at the tip.
"Well?" Yuuji asked, tilting his head. "Mind if I join you?"
Wordlessly, Megumi shook his head and stepped back to allow Yuuji room under the showerhead. Yuuji slipped in behind him and reached for the soap, lathering it between his palms before smoothing them over Megumi's slick skin. He took his time, rubbing in slow, firm circles, working the tight muscles in Megumi's back and shoulders.
Megumi sighed and arched into the touch, letting Yuuji massage away the stress of the day. But as Yuuji's hands dipped lower, skimming over Megumi's ass, a jolt of electricity seemed to spark between them.
"I thought you were hungry," Megumi teased breathlessly, glancing back at Yuuji through wet lashes.
"Starving," Yuuji rumbled, nipping at Megumi's earlobe. "But you're the only thing I'm craving right now."
To emphasize his point, Yuuji trailed one hand down Megumi's stomach to wrap around his cock, pumping it slowly. Megumi moaned and pushed into his grip, bracing himself against the wall.
Yuuji continued his sensual assault, kissing and biting at Megumi's neck and shoulders as he worked his shaft in long, twisting strokes. Megumi rocked his hips in time with Yuuji's rhythm, chasing his pleasure.
"More," Megumi panted, the water pattering around them as it beat against the tile. "Need more..."
Releasing his hold on Megumi's cock, Yuuji grabbed the bottle of lube from its resting spot and quickly coated his fingers. He wasted no time in circling Megumi's tight hole, teasing the rim until Megumi was begging.
"Please," Megumi whimpered, looking back at Yuuji with hazy, lust-blown eyes. "Fuck me. Need your cock."
Yuuji growled low in his throat and pushed two fingers into Megumi's heat, scissoring them open. Megumi cried out and pushed back onto them, desperate for more. When he had Megumi stretched enough, Yuuji lined himself up and slid in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
They both groaned at the sensation, the hot press of skin on skin. Yuuji started moving almost immediately, pulling out until just the tip remained before driving back in, over and over. The water streaming over them created a slick channel for his thrusts and Megumi clenched around him like a vice.
"Harder," Megumi demanded, turning his head to nip at Yuuji's lips. "Want to feel you for days."
Yuuji snarled and gripped Megumi's hips hard enough to bruise as he began to pound into him, grunting with the effort. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their mutual moans filled the small space.
"So good," Yuuji panted against Megumi's neck. "So tight. Love feeling you wrapped around my cock."
"Yours," Megumi gasped out. "All yours."
The coil of heat in Yuuji's gut wound tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips. He could feel Megumi trembling around him, his own climax building.
"Come for me," Yuuji commanded. "I want to feel you coming on my cock."
Megumi let out a choked cry as he obeyed, spilling over Yuuji's fingers where they still gripped his hips. The rhythmic squeeze of Megumi's inner muscles triggered Yuuji's own release and he followed Megumi over the edge with a guttural moan, flooding Megumi's insides with his release.
They stood there panting for a moment, chests heaving as they came down from their highs. Then Yuuji carefully pulled out and turned Megumi around to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
"Feel better now?" Yuuji asked when they finally broke apart.
Megumi smiled lazily and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of Yuuji's mouth. "Much," he replied, nuzzling into his neck. "But I think I'd better get back to that paperwork before we forget all about food."
Yuuji laughed breathlessly and smacked Megumi's ass playfully as they separated. "I guess you're right. But we can definitely pick this up again later."
Megumi shot him a heated look over his shoulder as he stepped out of the shower. "You can count on it."
With one last grin and a wink, Megumi grabbed a towel and headed to his room to change, leaving Yuuji to finish their dinner. He knew it was going to be a very long night.
*****
The warm afternoon sun cast a gentle glow through the window of the small apartment. Yuuji sat slouched on the couch, his eyes distant and his expression heavy with a gloom that had settled over him like a suffocating blanket. He sighed, running a hand through his unkempt hair, the weight of his troubles pressing down on him.
From the kitchen, Nobara's grumbling could be heard, punctuated by the clatter of pots and pans. "I'm getting too old for this shit," she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. "These wrinkles aren't going to fade themselves, you know."
Yuuji's heart twinged with sympathy for his friend. He knew all too well the feeling of time marching on, leaving its indelible marks on their bodies and souls. He was about to offer some words of comfort when the sound of footsteps caught his attention.
Megumi entered the living room, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a look of quiet concern. He approached Yuuji slowly, his eyes searching his husband's face for clues to his melancholy. Without a word, Megumi sat down beside Yuuji, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
Yuuji turned to look at Megumi, his brows furrowing in confusion. But before he could ask what was wrong, Megumi leaned in and rested his head on Yuuji's shoulder. The gesture was simple, yet it spoke volumes.
Yuuji felt a warmth spread through his chest, chasing away the cold shadows of his gloom. He wrapped an arm around Megumi's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Thanks, Megumi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I needed this."
Megumi said nothing, but the way he nestled into Yuuji's embrace spoke of understanding and support. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting presence of his best friends, Yuuji felt a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. Maybe, just maybe, they could weather this storm together.
*****
The morning light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow over the room as Yuuji and Megumi lay tangled in the sheets, their limbs intertwined and their hearts beating in sync. Yuuji's eyes fluttered open, his gaze immediately drawn to Megumi's peaceful face, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
Megumi stirred beside him, his eyes slowly opening to meet Yuuji's. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Yuuji's lips. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
Yuuji hummed in response, savoring the taste of Megumi's lips and the warmth of his body pressed against his. But the peace was short-lived, as the shrill ring of Megumi's phone shattered the moment.
Megumi groaned, reaching for the offending device with a scowl. He glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing. "It's work," he said, his voice tight with a mixture of apprehension and resignation.
Yuuji felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding settling in his gut. He knew all too well the kind of missions Megumi took on, the dangers he faced every day. "No," he said, his voice firm with conviction. "You're not going. It's too dangerous."
Megumi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yuuji, you know I can't just refuse. This is what I do, who I am."
Yuuji sat up, his eyes blazing with frustration and fear. "Damn it, Megumi! I can't... I can't lose you. Not again. Fuck! Why don't they just send me?!"
Megumi reached out, taking Yuuji's face in his hands. He looked into Yuuji's eyes, his own filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "I'll be okay," he promised, his thumb brushing over Yuuji's cheekbone. "I always come back to you."
Yuuji wanted to believe him, to trust in Megumi's abilities and luck. But the fear gnawing at his heart refused to let go. In a sudden burst of emotion, he surged forward, capturing Megumi's lips in a desperate kiss.
Megumi responded instantly, his arms wrapping around Yuuji's shoulder as he deepened the kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, with fear, with the unspoken words of love and devotion that hung between them.
When they finally broke apart, Megumi rested his forehead against Yuuji's, his breath coming in short gasps. "I love you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Don't forget that, no matter what happens."
Yuuji nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He knew he had to let Megumi go, to trust in his strength and his promise. "I love you too," he managed to choke out. "Be safe, okay?"
Megumi smiled, a small, sad curve of his lips. "I will," he promised. Then, with a final, lingering kiss, he rose from the bed and began to dress, preparing himself for the dangerous mission that awaited him.