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For all his roughness and sharp edges, and all the ways in which he commands a room to get what he wants, there's nothing Toji loves more than this — streaks of sunlight drawing shapes across the living room and a fluffy blanket thrown over his lap. Megumi right under it, with his feet tucked under Toji's legs. All messy hair and post-nap laziness. The complete opposite end of the spectrum.
The setting sun is all up on them, gravitating towards Megumi like it falls and rises only for him. Toji doesn't care to keep up appearances here, when they're finally alone. He just watches.
Megumi has his hands wrapped around a mug, now empty. Apple and cinnamon and sweetness of tea all gone already, but still a solid weight to fidget with. It's what he loves doing. Mugs, spoons, clothes, Toji's fingers or hair, Megumi's hands will find their way into anything to play with. He taps them in his own made up rhythm. Toji copies it without thinking, tapping away under their shared blanket.
It's an itch he can't scratch. That urge to bring his hands to Megumi's and pull him in the way he always does, eventually. But he waits. Appreciates the moment. The familiar, reminiscent beauty sitting in front of him.
"You're staring," Megumi points out, not at all mad about it.
Toji hums. He's forgotten all about the movie they've put on in the background.
"Movie's boring."
"You picked it."
That he did. Though he can't even remember the title right now. Or what he had for breakfast. Or how exactly he got the sore bruise on his side today. The collar of Megumi's (Toji's) shirt is stretched out enough to wipe everything from his mind, everything but the smooth, bare skin of a relaxed shoulder. Megumi seems to only sink deeper into the couch by the minute, eyelids heavy and mouth naturally turned down. Toji's eyes linger, watching the sliver of tongue when Megumi licks his lips.
"Thought you might enjoy it," Toji says, "was I wrong?"
Megumi eh's in that disinterested way of his. Soft and cozy. His shoulder goes up and down in a seamless shrug. Finally, he looks at Toji. Eyes dark despite the easy topic.
"Main guy is a total waste of screen time and the pacing sucks, but well…" Megumi grins and sets his mug on the end table. "It's better than last time I gave you remote privileges."
"Gave me remote privileges," Toji repeats, not bothering to hide the bemusement in his voice. Megumi's laugh is a rewarding thing, squeaky and sunny and sweet. "You're too bratty for someone so needy."
It's really all over him. Invisible to anybody that doesn't know the boy, but Toji isn't anybody. Megumi's feet have been wriggling every now and then, inching higher and higher and now touching the backs of Toji's knees. The angle of his neck curious, tilted to show off. Inviting. Making Toji's gums ache.
A slip of a blanket would reveal a wet patch on his baby blue panties. Toji could bet both of their lives on it and come out alive.
Megumi, like the spoiled brat he is, immediately bites back, "You know I can see your boner through the blanket, old man?"
His pleased expression that follows spells out check mate, or whatever. Toji doesn't care who wins. He didn't know there was a competition in the first place. They aren't here to play up smart mouths and nonchalance and they both know it.
With a soft, spotless hand in his bigger, callused one, Toji pulls Megumi along. Disturbing their entire set up. Half the blanket falls to the floor and all of Megumi lands on Toji, long legs straddling his hips. Toji's hands fly to their reserved spot on Megumi's ass, where they might as well be permanently imprinted. Even now, with them being apart more often than not, their bodies seem to know where home is.
His cock finds its place too, pressed right into Megumi's warm cunt, but Toji doesn't rush it. With his baby above him looking all happy and sunkissed, he can't possibly do such a thing.
"Old man wants a kiss."
Megumi pretends to ponder, and Toji just enjoys it. All of it. Megumi's scrunched up eyebrows and pink cheeks and his pouty lips, soon to be red and bitten raw. Toji drags a slow thumb along the bottom one, watching the flesh bounce back. The sweetest, plumpest cherry in the garden.
"Hm," Megumi hums, lowering himself some more. Nose to nose and eye to eye. "You might have to ask nicer than that."
A slap to his ass makes Megumi jolt and then melt into him, knocking their noses together.
"Stop playing with me, Megumi."
Toji could just kiss him. Megumi certainly isn't stopping him from doing so, but Toji never claimed to be anything but a greedy bastard. He likes when Megumi does it. When he can't resist for long because that's just how it goes — magnet to magnet, north to south, opposites colliding in the way that's only natural. Even if nature hates everything they represent.
Megumi is all apple cinnamon and sugar, when their lips slot together. Soft, lazy, like the afternoon that's been melting away around them in slow motion.
Yeah. Megumi isn't playing anymore. Not like before, at least.
His fingers certainly are — tapping away again. Tap. Tap. Tap. Up across Toji's chest, index to a wild pulse point. Toji can feel his blood begin to rush harder and faster. Sneaking his own hand around a lithe throat, he sees Megumi mirrors him in every way possible. Not that he needed any confirmation.
Everything about the kid reeks of Toji. The green eyes. The dark, messy hair. The brooding attitude and the way he rolls a demanding tongue into his father's mouth. But still soft, somehow . Still his mother's child.
"Mm…Gumi, baby, blessing," Toji mutters the sweet names between kisses, one after the other. Licking even sweeter cinnamon off of Megumi's lips. "Kiss me harder."
Megumi snorts a laugh, a quick rush of a breath across Toji's mouth, and then kisses him harder.
Letting him take the lead, Toji parts his lips to welcome Megumi's tongue and pushes back with his own. Just a little. Just enough to feel the shiver going down Megumi's spine. Pressed together so closely it might as well be his own. He tugs Megumi down — close, closer, thumbs slipping under the edges of his panties and along the boy's ass. Megumi tenses and clenches around nothing as Toji sucks on his tongue, gets close enough to press the two fingers into the ring of muscle around Megumi's hole, only teasing. Pulling back to squeeze the nice, plump flesh of his ass right after.
Megumi moans, loud and hot, straight into Toji's mouth, "Mmf- oh, daddy."
Daddy. Not Toji. Not old man. Not the number of other names Megumi has for him. It sends Toji's eyes rolling back into his head. His teeth clamp down on Megumi's bottom lip just a bit too hard, making the boy flinch but not pull away. He would never. Toji wouldn't let him.
Not when he has him like this. Soft and only getting softer. A solid weight on top of him. Alive and breathing, heart racing, so full of life and lust and love Toji can taste it when he licks at the bit of blood he left behind.
"Yeah, sweetheart," Toji mumbles, while Megumi kisses and nibbles on his lips. "Tell daddy what's wrong."
Megumi makes a noise, something between a huff and a whine. He squeezes Toji's neck.
"Shut up."
Toji smiles, only frustrating Megumi more when that makes it impossible to shove his tongue back into his daddy's mouth.
But Megumi isn't deterred. He always finds a way when it comes to this. Trailing his hands up, he cups Toji's face and pushes him back into the couch cushion, until his neck is bared and Megumi can kiss under his chin. Drag his lips along the stubble there. I love the scratch, he always says, and Toji would never deny Megumi anything he loves.
He lets him do all of it. The kissing, the tilting his head however he pleases, the biting. Toji grunts through it, tossing out praises along the way. Running his hands along Megumi's ass and the back of his thighs, pulling his hips down on his cock with no real goal in mind.
He's content with just this. For now. No rush, only a lazy evening they get to spend together every so often. Not nearly as often as Toji wishes they could.
"Thought about this the whole day, y'know," Megumi whispers, pressing a kiss to the scar that runs through Toji's lips. Another little thing he loves doing. "When will daddy call so I can come and climb all over him, kiss him. Ride him, maybe. If he lets me."
And Megumi doesn't do this a lot, but every now and then, when the moment is just right, he likes to talk. Let Toji know what's been on his beautiful mind.
Toji's voice comes out rough. "You can do anything you want, angel."
Megumi hums. The corner of his mouth twitches into a small smirk, eyelids heavy and the green under them shining with mischief.
It's almost funny how fast and hard Toji's cock twitches in his underwear.
With a quick tug Megumi wrenches his mouth open wider, and Toji waits patiently. Watches Megumi's cheeks hollow out for a moment, and he knows what follows, he expects it when Megumi moves to hover over him and spit in his mouth. It's off-centre, some of it hitting the corner of Toji's mouth and trickling down his cheek, but Megumi looks awfully pleased with himself. Smirk wide. Hips rutting down and sliding higher, making Toji's shirt ride up his stomach. It's the most beautiful fucking thing Toji has ever seen.
He digs his fingers deeper into the boy's ass on instinct and a groan rips itself from his throat. A loud rumble between them.
"Fuck," he pants, grips the back of Megumi's neck and pulls him down hard, making him yelp in surprise. "Come here."
There's nothing slow or sweet about the way they clash this time around. Megumi's mouth is open and ready, warm when Toji shoves his tongue inside to curl it the next moment. Running across the roof of Megumi's mouth, the back of his teeth, giving the boy no time to breathe as he kisses him stupid. He swallows all the breathy whimpers that hang between them, plucking them straight from Megumi's mouth one by one every time he pulls back just to change the angle, make it that much deeper.
If there's one thing Toji could do for the rest of his life without getting bored of it, it would be this. Breaking Megumi down with something so simple. A kiss and two wandering hands is all he needs to have him shaking, struggling to keep up.
Whenever he pushes his tongue back inside Megum is late to suckle on it, whining right after for Toji to give it to him. Again and again. It can barely be called kissing what they're doing. It's too wet and messy and rough for that. All clashing teeth and hunger they have to hide everywhere but here.
Here, Toji can slide his palms over toasty, sun-warmed skin, under the hem of his shirt that's swallowing Megumi. He can press him down closer and feel the thump of a heart against his own, beating in tandem. Always. Out in the real world and here, apart and together, they have that one thing.
"Please- ah—" Megumi slurs, catching his breath when Toji gives him a moment, kissing over his cheek instead. His jaw and chin. Dropping small pecks on his swollen mouth while Megumi reboots his brain. "'M wet, daddy. Making a mess."
Toji laughs, not unkindly. "I know, baby. Daddy doesn't mind."
Megumi's eyes are glazed over. Barely there. He hums and nips on Toji's lips when he goes in for another kiss.
"You're all wet too." Megumi wipes spit off of Toji's chin and cheeks, but to no avail. His legs squeeze around him a little, and he giggles. "Like when I sit on your face."
"That what you wanna do?"
"Hm…no," Megumi whispers, "then I wouldn't be able to kiss you. I wanna stay here." He pushes hair from Toji's forehead and takes a small fistful to tug on. "Like this. It's been too long."
Toji rubs Megumi's sides, making the boy sigh into his mouth. Dreamy and drunk on pleasure.
"Yeah?"
Taking Megumi's bottom lip in between his teeth, Toji nibbles gently. Pressing kisses on the swollen flesh to soothe right after.
"Yeah."
Slowly, while Toji slips Megumi's shirt off and throws it across the back of the couch, Megumi begins grinding his hips down. Cunt hot and snug against Toji's cock. Breaths shaky while they slide their lips together in another lazy kiss, unable to put a stop to it.
Even when it hurts. Even when their lips swell and bruise to a point of discomfort Toji keeps Megumi close, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Making the wet mess between them even wetter and sloppier. Hotter. Everything about it—about Megumi— is so hot Toji feels himself getting closer from just the weight on top of him and the friction of his and Megumi's underwear. The way those fat folds spread and swallow his cock even with the barrier.
On the rare days they get time to enjoy each other in this way, unleash all the want that's otherwise contained, Toji thinks he could die happy just like this. With Megumi's hands buried in his hair and that sweet smell he carries all around him — jasmine and something earthy. Something so deeply Megumi that Toji could sniff it out from miles away. Find his way back to the boy with eyes closed no matter how far he goes. His Megumi. His baby. His blessing.
Toji slips Megumi's panties to the side at some point to make it easier for him to get off, groaning when he feels just how soaked he is. Managing to get Toji all wet and slippery through the flimsy cotton separating them.
"C'mon, baby," Toji eggs him on, bringing a heavy hand down on one of Megumi's ass cheeks. And then the other when it makes him mewl and writhe in pain. "Be good and cum for daddy. Make an even bigger mess on my cock, just like that." He drags the flat of his tongue down Megumi's jaw, muttering into his neck, "Good boy."
He mouths at Megumi while his own pleasure builds, closing his lips around a patch of devastatingly bare skin to suck. Bite. Lick. Run his stubble over the reddening area, forgoing their deal of never leaving any visible marks.
He's rewarded instantly — Megumi whines out a choked 'daddy', pushing at him weakly all while cumming all over his cock. Shaking too much to put any real strength behind his attempts.
"No, no, stop." Megumi tries to pull back, but Toji keeps him in place. Bites into the flesh between his neck and shoulder in warning. "Daddy, please. What about Yu—"
"I don't care," Toji grits out, taking Megumi's jaw in hand and making their eyes meet. "You're mine."
Toji burns the words into his mouth with another kiss. Open-mouthed and filthy. "Are you not?"
Megumi whimpers, and only then does Toji push him back and reach between them. He tugs his underwear down, using Megumi's slick to fist his cock vigorously.
"Look at you," Toji starts, a hand on Megumi's belly to keep him at bay as he slides the tip of his cock between his folds. "You came here just for this…knowing only daddy's gonna do it for you. You'd never deny me, you sick little thing."
Moaning and gripping onto Toji's wrist, Megumi huffs. "I must take after you then, huh?"
Toji laughs, biting down a groan when his tip slips into Megumi's cunt.
"I never claimed otherwise, did I?"
And it doesn't take much at all. With Megumi looking all pleased and pretty above him, marked up nice and red — Toji squeezes his cock and Megumi copies, clenching down on the cockhead. Always greedy for daddy's load. Always more than perfect for him.
"Mm, fuck— Gumi," Toji grunts, pulling out halfway through to shoot the rest of it onto his cunt. "Fuck yeah, baby. Let daddy breed you, that's right."
Megumi rushes to finger fuck Toji's cum back inside while he jerks himself loosely on a comedown. Happy and spent and feeling good, watching Megumi ride his fingers just as lazily and pressing into his belly like it will actually take.
Once he's too tired to keep it up, Megumi's hips come to a stop and he slowly lies back down on Toji's chest, giggling breathlessly.
"Yeah, you're the fucking sicko."
Toji kisses the top of his head and doesn't argue, sliding a gentle hand up and down his spine. Megumi goes easily when Toji tips his chin up to kiss him once more. Just a soft, sweet slide of lips.
"I'm glad you came."
Megumi's sigh is long, mournful around the edges. He still playfully nudges Toji's nose with his own.
"Don't be like that, already saying goodbye. I'm staying the night and I'll visit again," he promises, like he's desperate to keep this soft. To not let it be tainted. "You know I will, dad."
Toji hums, tightly wrapping both arms around the boy and holding him impossibly close.
Megumi is right. He has the whole night left to savour with him, before he lets the kid go back to his normal life. The one Toji has separated himself from for both of their sakes. He will make use of it.
Pressing another kiss to Megumi's hair, he mutters quietly, "I know, baby. I'll wait."