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It has been two weeks since Megumi fed himself.

It’s as if he submerged himself for so long in his bathtub. Wrinkly pad fingers run through his dark hair, causing most strands to fall on the porcelain sink. When Megumi tips his chin up, the reflection of his face isn’t unfamiliar at all, yet, it’s undeniably concerning; his cheeks sagged, paler than usual, and dark circles present and more prominent.

Surviving is supposed to be simple – now he’s on the verge of dying.

Other demons used to envy sex demons, saying lust is an easy tool used to manipulate humans and for Megumi’s kind to survive.

Anyone has lust, and if not, it lies latent. Only waiting to be stirred.

So, yes, Megumi can pick whoever he stumbles upon. No reservations, no buts, no point of being finicky, especially if he only sees humans as hosts of impurity and sin – the source of a sex demon’s life. Through the years of disguising himself as a human, he learned humans are just as sinful as demons. The objective is simple, too; lure a human until they fall in the deepest pit of their sexual desire and siphon every inch of impurity residing from their shells. 

It’s easy. It’s Megumi’s nature.

Yet, in the current situation, it has become difficult. People became wary about spending their time all alone. Megumi tries consoling himself, that somehow the Incubi are going through rougher than him – women have become harder to target. Lock your doors, go in groups, and don’t go into dark alleys. 

Men, however, are far more gullible than they think mighty of themselves. Megumi has always been so alive. Men will always say yes to sex. It’s much more fulfilling when there are layers of sin on them. Infidelity and sex. Betrayal and sex. Revenge and sex. All different kinds of sin ticked. Megumi likes that.

Still, the tabloids never run out of headlines about the rampant death, murder, and missing persons. If not, sketches of suspects were there. Curfew implementations. Night patrols. Everything that forbids humans to roam around all alone. Everything against Megumi’s survival.

Megumi feels lightheaded – he’s floating out of his shell before he could even rot in his form. Deciding to end the torture he’s bringing to himself, he drags himself out of his bed and wears whatever he can find first from his closet.

As soon as he comes close to the door, the muffled pitter-patter of rain turns clearer. He stares at the glass portion of his door. Watch the droplets collapse into a tiny streak of flow. What he’s feeling right now is what humans call being hopeless. Funny because hope isn’t in Megumi’s vocabulary, but that’s what he thinks of his situation right now.

No one’s going to be outside and roam under the summer rain, at night especially.

Megumi usually go for the crowds. College parties are his favorite, which unfortunately, rarely happens anymore because of the current situation. Not because he’s outgoing but, he treats it as an all-you-can-eat buffet. Swarming with young people. From experimentals to explorers. It’s fun. Megumi can go from one person to another in some shady bathroom.

Nevertheless, he snatches his umbrella from the side and goes out. Hunger perseveres. He needs anyone, or someone, and he needs it now.

—

The last time Megumi checked, it’s supposed to be seven in the evening now. He walks along the sidewalk. Streetlights blocked by his dark umbrella. The consecutive days of drought and heat, the petrichor feels cloyingly rancid once summer rain comes. Megumi scrunches his nose.

The streets are empty. There’s a distant laughter under the rain. Young women giggling with their palms shielding their head from the rain, obnoxious of the night’s danger. Megumi follows where they come from.

The subway’s name illuminates through the darkening night – as if a light bulb of an idea pops in Megumi’s head. If there are less people on the streets, they’re probably gone home, but, at least Megumi knows where the crowd dissipates from. 

Megumi crosses the street. The rain’s droplets are soft and light, but they’re scattered. Continued taps against his umbrella. He stands by the arc of the subway. Two to a handful of people pass him by. Some men stare at him pervertedly. He can feel their gaze running on his legs up to his face, while some of them stop by his side and ask him to come home with them. Most probably, his succubus pheromones’ doing. All passable to be used and for him to survive, but –

He's being stubborn. Again.

He feels himself getting weaker. As if he’s ten blinks away from passing out on the spot. He thinks it’s been the dullest point of his existence, ever. He always forbids himself not to let a month pass by without consuming, allot allowance for the process of hunting down a prey, but it has really become harder these days.

Or is he just making an excuse?

Sex has become almost meaningless albeit of its purpose and importance as a succubus. It should’ve been enough to satisfy his being and not reach a point of his desires. 

He stares at a distance, letting the people pass him by, as if ignoring a full plate in front of him. He just needs to dive in, but he doesn’t.

There’s an unnameable itch Megumi has been feeling that’s why he prolonged feeding himself. An ineffable dissatisfaction that’s supposed to be logical because greed is a natural phenomenon for a sex demon like him, but, his own greed makes him sick. It’s like he can’t own up to it anymore and he wishes he doesn’t have it, really, so feeding would be less emotional to him. This, however, he knows it’s pride. His pride sits more welcomingly than his greed. At least with pride, he prioritizes what he truly needs. Hedonistic, in a way, yes, but Megumi doesn’t feel a tad bad about it.

No one –

No one, in the decades of being in his human form, has ever given him the satisfaction that he’s been searching for. Hell. He doesn’t even know if satisfaction is the right word for it. All he knows is sex and feeding himself has been so meaningless other than the fact that it's the only way that keeps him alive. 

A sex demon like him shouldn’t care about philosophical and existential things, but he sees himself as a hollow empty shell when he looks in the mirror. A wandering deception. A spectator, and as funny as it sounds, he doesn’t live in the moment. He honestly thinks he might’ve been dead for a long time now.

The sex demons he knows are content enough to just consume – it’s not about pleasuring themselves or anything that makes sex personal to them. It’s supposed to be transactional, especially to a succubus like Megumi, he gives the pleasure and a human gives him another week to live.

Yet –

Yet he craves to be cradled in someone’s arms. He’s seen it. He’s seen how humans form a tint of red on their cheeks when they get fucked at the backseat of their car and no matter how much sexual energy he consumes, to mimic that tint on his cheeks and be youthful, it’s still nothing. He’s seen how their brows furrow and how they chase each other’s lips – craving for some more. He can’t decipher the feeling, but Megumi yearns for that feeling. 

Yearn. Yearn is such a funny word for someone like him.

His heart, if he has any, aches when he thinks about it: he tries every now and then to relive those moments on his own. 

Connection. That must be it, he thinks. The thing that doesn’t necessarily have to be there during sex. Yet, he wonders how it feels. He wonders how humans realize its presence upon meeting other humans. 

For how long he has been standing there, Megumi forgets. Only the damp hem of his pants reels him back to the present. He twists the sole of his shoe, it’s wet. The continued gentle rainfall accumulated itself on the ground, pooling mid-heel.

Megumi should just go home. Tomorrow can be better, yet, every time he thinks like this, it beats the purpose of him as a sex demon. 

Anyone should suffice. Chuck his curiosity to the side. Feed himself for now. Chase curiosity the other day. It should be the last thing in his mind, but it hovers his instinct like a cloud over the sun on a gloomy day. 

Stubbornly, he finally decides to just go home. Taking a turn, he’s suddenly greeted with a figure of a tall man approaching the subway entrance. In a rush and not wanting to be wet. His dusty pink hair is damp, causing a strand to fall on his temple, and he has scars on his face. One in the middle of his face from the start of his eyebrow to his forehead, the second one on his lip.

His vivid hazel eyes stare back at Megumi’s and Megumi has to grip the handle of his umbrella to ground himself. Megumi’s breath gets caught and the motion around him slows. The taps of the raindrops on his umbrella are drowned.

There’s nothing special about the human’s hazel eyes other than they’re a shade lighter than usual, yet, Megumi wants to curl. When it comes to staring contests, Megumi is experienced. He’s never the one to back down, but now, he’s the first one to break it. It’s somehow… overwhelming, and in the greatest way possible.

For the first time in his existence, Megumi admits – he, a succubus, out of all demons in this world, now feels smaller under a human’s gaze. Shivers should be present upon touch, but he feels it already without any contact. Immediately feeling a throb between his legs. 

Hesitation is next. Should he back away? Should he pretend to go inside the station and pretend he’s going somewhere? Or should he continue walking home now? Endless plans go through Megumi’s head yet his feet remain plastered on the ground.

Lastly, his breath hitches when the man turns to him. He’s about inches taller than Megumi. Although his features are sharp, his doe-eyes mellow everything. Megumi decides to stay in his eyes for comfort. The rest of him is intimidating and alluring enough for Megumi to handle.

Intimidation. Megumi hasn’t felt that, ever, either.

“Sorry. I can’t help but notice – were you waiting for someone?”

His voice is boyish. Youthful. It’s as if honey is audible. 

Megumi shakes his head. “No.”

“I didn’t know it would rain tonight,” He tilts his head up. Adam's apple bulging prominently. Megumi can’t help himself but to glance at it shortly and be speechless about it. “And it’s not stopping at all.”

“Yeah,” Megumi answers. “Summer rain comes all of a sudden. In the least time you’d expect.”

“Yeah, figures.” 

Underneath the human’s white, hoodless windbreaker jacket is a dark gray shirt with streaks of darker hue from the rain. Megumi thinks he should’ve zipped it up, and who gets a windbreaker jacket without a hood? 

“Mind if we share an umbrella?”

Does Megumi mind if they share an umbrella? 

Well. Megumi has to do something. He just recalled. He’s out here for a reason; to hunt, to have sex. To consume and to leave. But, he finds himself shaking his head at the question. 

He finds himself walking with the man.

“Let me hold that for you.” He says. A soft zap courses through Megumi’s body once their knuckles graze at each other. A foreign feeling. So impactful that Megumi has to pause to refrain himself from flinching. “I’m Yuuji Itadori, by the way. You can call me Yuuji.”

“You’re cold.” Megumi mumbles, anyway. He knows he just flinched and he needs to mask it right away with a lie. “Megumi.” He returns.

“Sorry!” Yuuji grins sheepishly. “I don’t usually get cold. I’m actually warm, you know? My friends easily get cold and they lean against me like I’m some heater.”

Megumi thinks that’s true. Even if he doesn’t know Yuuji completely, his whole presence is warm and welcoming. “It’s alright.”

“So, what were you doing out there in the rain? You should’ve gone inside the station. Your pants are wet now.”

Megumi looks at the hem of his pants. They’re not wet. They’re just… a little damp. Probably from the splatter of rain falling on the small puddle on the ground. He can’t just say he’s waiting for a victim, or, say yes to someone who’s been asking him like he’s some accessible escort for the streets. “I was waiting for someone, yes. He didn’t come.” 

“You got stood up?”

Deciding to go along with the lie, Megumi shrugs. “I guess, yeah.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Yuuji chuckles softly in disbelief, shaking his head. Megumi furrows his brows. Is his lie unconvincing? “You’re too beautiful to be stood up.”

His brows soften and he gazes up at Yuuji. Long dark lashes flutter softly from what he heard. A soft ring buzzes his ears until they’re clear enough to hear the quiet tires of cleaving through rainwater at an ankle level.

Then, his brows scrunch again. He’s not the one to be swooned easily. “Or maybe, I’m just a boring person.”

Yuuji scoffs for a moment, then he shrugs. Convinced. “You might be. Besides, being pretty alone won’t get you anywhere.”

That alone piques Megumi’s interest because being pretty enough has brought him abundance. All he has to do is sit pretty at a party and men will come to him. The decades of his experience on Earth is evidence itself. “What are you implying, then?”

“You have to have a personality. You have to be funny, full of hobbies, or outgoing.” 

Megumi walks with him until they cross the street. Upon hearing that, Megumi pauses before stepping on the elevated pavement. The umbrella leaves his figure, causing the rain, now a drizzle, to shower over his head. “Are you saying I’m neither of those just because I’m pretty?”

When Yuuji turns to him, his eyes are wide and he visibly panics. “What? No! No! Of course not – watch out!”

Megumi’s mouth parts, ready to argue back when a strong arm, instinctively and swiftly sneaks around his waist, hauling him off the road causing him to tumble against the Yuuji’s chest. A yellow cab rushes closely behind him, flashing violent headlights over them, and fear surges through his body. His eyes fly wide at the realization – that if Yuuji didn’t grab him in time, he would’ve been dragged by a meter and met his grim death.

Death.

Wait. 

On second thoughts. How come that Megumi has feared death? He has met death most of the time. He encounters other demons who kill people to survive. He has never perceived the spectrum of life and death. For most moments, if he sees it necessary to kill someone, he does it without any hesitation.

But now that it closely would’ve happened to him?

“Fucking bastard!” Yuuji yells at the cab.

Megumi finds himself giggling. A human like Yuuji defying the moment of death from a demon and now he’s holding onto Yuuji’s arms for dear life? It’s unusual, yet, it sates something deep in him. The mystery of it. Unexplainable with words, despite decades expanding his vocabulary through reading books.

“Shit. Sorry, Megumi. Are you hurt? Are you o – why are you laughing? You could’ve been killed!”

Megumi is still giggling. If Yuuji had known, succubus can only be killed if they stopped consuming sexual energy for, like, more than a month. Of course, Megumi’s not going to die just because of a silly accident. Besides, a Zen’in would’ve respawn him again. It happened before. 

Fuck. Being in his human form has fucked up his emotions. It makes him cower how he starts to feel like a human.

“I’m sorry, sorry.”

“You know how funny it would be if your date sees you on the news. Dead.” Yuuji grins and shakes his head. “Not only did he miss a date with a pretty man. He’s gonna live through that guilt too. Such a stupid fucking asshole.”

Megumi burst into laughter. So lively, it brightens up the silent streets, and he has to press his face against Yuuji’s chest to muffle himself up.

“You’re wet now.” Yuuji sighs and fumbles on Megumi’s back, dragging it down to his lower back, making Megumi arch at the touch. Megumi rests his hand on Yuuji’s nape. The car just splashed him too. “You’re a mess, Megumi. You should head home now.”

Once Megumi calms down, his cheeks start to sore. He’s still in Yuuji’s arms while his hand retracts slowly. Index finger curling in to roll his cheeks in a soft massage. His face hurts from laughing. They don’t feel full as usual. It has some sag in it – a reminder of the need to consume. Yet, he feels alive. 

“God, you sound so good to someone who just got stood up.”

Megumi meets Yuuji’s eyes. They flutter softly on his undeserving, emerald eyes. His cheeks go from being sore to being hot. Apparently, he really can’t keep their gaze for so long. Something about Yuuji’s gaze never fails to make him small. Really unusual for a sex demon like him – to be all this flustered.

“I’m not just pretty, you know.” Megumi licks his lips, damping them when he looks away. “I also read books. I like to clean and try stuff like–” Megumi darts his vision away. Thinking and thinking. What does he even try for a living? Other than hopping on dicks and trying his best to make his pussy wet? “...baking.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Megumi. That’s not what I meant, I–” Yuuji sighs, then he starts babbling. “Look, I’m sorry. I just can’t really wrap my head around the fact that – shit. Look at you, you were standing under the rain, waiting for a date. Then got stood up. It’s stupid. Does he even know it’s dangerous these days? Especially at night.”

Usually, Megumi would’ve left at anyone’s babbling nonsense, but Yuuji is alluring. Anything that comes out of his mouth, even a babble, causes Megumi to watch his lips curl and open at every word – as if Megumi doesn’t want to miss a moment. All because those words are for Megumi. For him. No one has ever talked about Megumi like Yuuji does.

“How about you? Were you heading somewhere?”

Yuuji hums. He keeps his hands on Megumi’s waist. He’s warm. It’s true. If Yuuji tightens his hand around his waist, his fingertips would kiss each other and cover the entire circumference of it. “Uh, no. I was actually meaning to stroll around this area and find something to eat. Not that I’m hungry, by the way. I just wanted to discover something new.”

Megumi’s eyes never leave Yuuji’s lips until he’s leaning in to kiss the scar on it. It’s a matter of gravitational pull and it would’ve hurt if he defied it. 

Fingers running through the dusty pink hair, gently keeping him still. Yuuji isn’t surprised at all. He looks like he likes it, so Megumi tips himself higher on his toes and presses another kiss on Yuuji’s lips. Just a press. A graze with a soft, inviting pressure on it. 

“You know, I prepared a cheesecake for my date, if ever he gets into my pants after the date,” Megumi whispers. Soft air brushing over Yuuji’s lips. He knows he’s being seductive. He’s picked up random men at an escalating pace like this. He can’t help but make use of what he is. Of what he’s used to. He can’t sense any impurity from Yuuji’s entirety, but the chivalry makes his cunt wet. “Have you tried cheesecakes before?” 

“The quiet ones are full of surprises.” Yuuji’s chest undulates after whispering. His thigh slips between Megumi’s thigh, pulling the succubus in until they’re under a shadow from a closed restaurant. Away from the streetlights. Megumi slips a low moan. “You know what? That’s something I’ve never tried before.”

“T–Then, you should,” Megumi never stutters, but the energy starts seeping quickly into his system once Yuuji’s thigh brushes against his clothed cunt. Yuuji holds him like he’s precious. Like he’s made of glass, when in fact, a succubus like Megumi never deserves any ounce of gentleness. 

He deserves to be broken apart. 

“My place… not far from here.” He stammers, shocking himself at his sudden incoherency.

“Where?” Yuuji asks, voice going softer and lower that makes Megumi weak on his knees.

—

Despite the rampant cautions across the posters plastered on the wall they pass by, Megumi figures he can kill two birds with one stone; be fucked by someone he likes and feed himself at the same time.

Nothing has ever bothered a demon like him. Warnings and threats are nothing to the evil personified, or, himself. If anything, Yuuji should’ve been the one wary about him. He’s too warm. Too homey. Too welcoming. Megumi wonders why Yuuji is still here. Out in the evening, close to the curfew, and alive.

Not that Megumi belittles the human. He’s strong. He can carry Megumi in his arms like he weighs nothing and pin him right against his door the moment they get inside. Megumi has been nothing but a moaning mess. It’s become so difficult to pry his lips away from the human to take a breath because it lures him in easily. Megumi refuses for the air to slip through between their lips. 

His hand reaches down for the knob, locking it. His eyes snap open once Yuuji latches his lips on his neck, right at the bone behind his earlobe. Megumi whines. Trembling fingers raising behind Yuuji’s head, only to see the wrinkleness stretched back to its healthy state. His fingers aren’t bony anymore and he’s gathering some fat around it. 

Yuuji's hand radiates warmth on every inch of Megumi's skin he touches. Megumi curls close to him, sound becoming like a purr. When Yuuji cups his face and brushes his fingers through his hair, Megumi gasps in panic. He quickly snatches Yuuji's wrist right to check his palm.

No strands are caught up. Megumi sighs in relief.

He’s okay already.

How…? How is it that fast?

“What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing.” Megumi’s hands hold Yuuji’s pinky and thumb. They’re much larger than Megumi’s. Megumi closes Yuuji’s hand, close to a fist until his index and middle raises. Megumi stares at its thickness, then at Yuuji’s eyes. Then, he’s leaning in to take them in his mouth. In the lewdest, inviting way he can. His hollowed cheeks as if those digits are his cock.

“Oh, fuck, angel, you’re too much,” Yuuji moans. 

Angel… Megumi is anything but. Yet, he finds himself clasping his hands around Yuuji’s forearm. One around his wrist and another beneath it. Megumi suckles his fingers while stroking Yuuji’s forearm. Eyes courageously never leaving Yuuji’s. His cunt dripping wet just from it.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?”

Megumi nods wordlessly. His head bobs further until his mouth is finally around Yuuji’s knuckle. With overwhelming gag reflex, Megumi makes a gagging noise when Yuuji’s finger reaches his throat. Eyes getting misty right away.

Right now, it isn’t a matter of feeding himself. Megumi is too enthralled with the touches and the fingers filling up his mouth. He boldly meets Yuuji’s eyes again and softly bats his lashes.

“Yeah, you want it so bad. You don’t even have to say it, angel. Your eyes tell me so.”

Yuuji says it again. Irritation starts to sizzle, yet the arousal eclipses over it. Megumi knows he’s been too curious for his own good. How it feels to be under someone’s mercy. To indulge in those filthy words that are arousal-induced at how good Megumi gives it to them. It’s like a praise. An acknowledgement. Like Megumi is being paid attention to. It’s worth purring for. 

Yuuji thrusts his fingers into his mouth. Sloppy suction noises come out of it. “You need to be fucked here, pretty. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

Megumi nods again, this time, too eagerly. He wants it. He wants his mouth to be filled by the straining bulge against his cunt. 

“Lick my whole fingers if you like to.”

Oh, fuck. The succubus moans when he frees the human’s fingers. Then, starting from the skin behind his knuckles, he drags his tongue until it’s on the tips.

“Nice,” Yuuji shortly fills in. “So obedient.”

Megumi hates it. He’s not obedient, at least and definitely not for a human. 

“Where’s your bed?” 

“No,” Megumi says, throat getting dry impatiently. “Couch. Couch is there.”

Yuuji huffs a short laugh. “I said, where’s your bed?”

“Do you even need a bed if you’re just gonna fuck my mouth?”

Yuuji’s face fades into an unimpressed expression. Megumi figures he’s not the only one who’s stretching patience here. It’s quits now. 

“But,” Yuuji hums. Megumi gasps at the fingers rubbing his clothed cunt. His eyes snap down. Four fingers pressed together are enough to cover his whole cunt. Megumi grips Yuuji's arm. “I plan on fucking you here, baby.”

With his breath hitching, Megumi feels oddly weaker than before. He thinks it’s enough. Getting his pussy fucked isn't necessary because he's okay now. He has fed himself already with just kissing – which is an indescribable phenomenon – but Megumi isn’t complaining. He plans on decoding it later, but what Yuuji just said about getting his cunt fucked? That’s… That’s what starts running through his mind.

Suddenly, he feels hollow. Ironically and after feeling fulfilled already, he feels empty. He thinks the sexual energy he just harvested is enough to keep him alive for a week. Usually, once it’s enough, Megumi stops there. Going further isn’t necessary anymore. 

He wants to be fucked. He wants to be folded in half on his own bed and be filled with Yuuji’s cock. He needs it and it’s probably the answer to his ineffable dissatisfaction.

“It’s upstairs, seconddoor–” Megumi breathes out quickly out of desperation.

“I changed my mind.”

Megumi blinks.

What?

“Took you so long to answer.” Yuuji says flatly and distant before he places Megumi down on his foot. “I’m fucking your mouth here instead. Come on, on your knees.”

It’s too commanding, like he doesn’t take reasoning for an answer. Just like that, Megumi’s on his knees.

“Eyes on me.”

Megumi nods and obediently places his hand on his knees, eyes fixated on Yuuji’s hazel eyes. Anticipating. Excitement coursing through his body even if Yuuji’s tone is questionable. He might be mad. He might be pissed. Yet, he’s giving it to Megumi and Megumi has no right to act anything else other than be to grateful.

Thick cock springs out of the tight confinement. It twitches above Megumi’s face and if he tilts his head forward, it’ll touch his face. It's about the length of his face. It’s his first time seeing a cock thick like Yuuji’s. It’s out of this world. Maybe Hell’s spawn has some of this and shit, now that Megumi thinks about it, Yuuji can be one of them; he’s alluring, has a big cock, and devilishly handsome.

Megumi hears him laughing. “You’re so interesting, Megumi.” Yuuji says, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, smacking it on Megumi’s cheek. “You’re in awe, angel. You ever taken a cock like this–”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Like what?”

Megumi’s breathing becomes heavier. Arousal is chucked to the side. He’s the one who’s pissed right now. As far as he can recall, it’s the fourth time Yuuji calls him that. It’s like he’s stirring something inside Megumi – like he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Like what, angel?”

“That.”

“Oh, what? Angel?” Yuuji chuckles and his fingerpads run against Megumi’s scalp, drawing him close to his cock. Right away, Megumi becomes pliant. His hands wrapping around Yuuji’s cock and before he can form a bite-back, he’s enamoured how his fingertips barely touch from the girth. “Why not? You're as pretty as one.”

Yuuji’s so fucking thick, he’s gonna split him apart. 

“I don’t like it.” Megumi addresses it sternly. 

Then, Yuuji’s hand wraps around just beneath his jawline, roughly tilting his head without an ounce of gentleness to it. Gentleness was here minutes ago and now Yuuji’s hand is too rough. Megumi parts his mouth for Yuuji’s cock.

When Megumi meets Yuuji’s eyes, the warmth has left. It’s not there anymore. It’s a shuddering sight that makes him apprehensive but his tip slides in until his girth stretches his mouth, unannounced. 

“I think I’ll call you whatever I want, angel.”

Its salty musk taste wraps all over Megumi’s tastebuds. He finds himself moaning around it even though he wants to protest because –

How dare a human use him like this?

Yuuji thrusts through Megumi’s unrelaxed mouth. Megumi isn’t hollowing his cheeks yet it offers a tight snug around Yuuji’s cock. The girth bulges at either side of Megumi’s cheeks – stretching him open. Yuuji’s fingers leave his jaw to push his fringe back, exposing Megumi’s sheen-sweat forehead. Slowly thrusting into his mouth yet, every slide gains a depth to it. Megumi slowly takes his inches until he’s drooling for it. Spit gathers through the tight space between his mouth walls and Yuuji’s girth.

Megumi watches Yuuji’s eyes get half-lidded. A honey-like low moan escapes his scarred lip – the kind Megumi wants to hear again, so he hollows his cheeks and gets on his knees properly. Slowly meeting Yuuji’s thrust halfway.

“No, stay there,” Yuuji commands. The back of Megumi’s head softly knocks against the door behind him. “Fuckholes don’t get to move, am I right? You’re a fuckhole, aren’t you, angel? Just my little puppet.”

Despite Megumi’s expressed distaste for the nickname, Yuuji still uses angel in an unforgiving persistence. Megumi is convinced Yuuji’s doing it on purpose. Sure, angel is a cute fucking name for anyone, but not to Megumi. It’s not what he is. He’s a sex demon. A fucking demon. He’s not an angel. 

It’s like Yuuji derogatively uses it against him – as if calling him a slut like he doesn’t want it. Megumi likes to be called that. He thinks it’s better than being called an angel. A slut. It’s closer to what he is, after all.

“Your mind is a funny place, Megumi,” Yuuji laughs between his moans and starts setting an unforgiving pace. Megumi doesn’t register what Yuuji is saying anymore. Too cock-drunk. His tip hits Megumi’s throat and Megumi whines at the fact that there’s still remaining inches out his mouth. “God, fuck.”

God? Yuuji’s using a succubus mouth and he’s calling to God? Even so, Megumi stubbornly wants to fit it all in his mouth. So, against his overwhelming gag reflex, Megumi relaxes his mouth. He can take it. He needs to take it. He also wants to scream. He hopes Yuuji gives it to him.

Yuuji rabbits his hips and grunts in frustration. Megumi shares that too. Unfortunately, Megumi needs more throat training to fit it all. Yuuji should come over more often to fuck his mouth until he can fit it past his throat. Megumi reaches to stroke the remaining inches to make up for his lapse.

“Get your hands off my dick,” Yuuji moans a warning – so hot that Megumi squirms. Panties impossibly drenching and disgustingly sliding against his untouched cunt. Yuuji rudely pushes his pelvis forward until he’s pinning Megumi’s head against the door. “Watch what you can’t fit. Learn from it, useless succubus.”

Megumi’s eyes snap wide and up at Yuuji. What did he just call him? He’s suddenly out of the drunken haze of being cock-drunk because – what? No, no, no, no! That can’t be. How did Yuuji know? No one has ever sensed his faux-human state, unless one is a demon akin to Megumi’s kind. 

Fear wraps Megumi unwelcomingly and he tries to push off Yuuji but the hold on his hair turns to a grip. A tight one. Now, Yuuji’s fucking his mouth viscerally. His instinct is to get away. He doesn’t know what’s happening but something inside him screams danger.

Yuuji is danger.

“Fuck!” Yuuji brutally fucks Megumi’s mouth, now. His eyes turn cold. Indignant. That’s what Megumi sees before his irises roll behind his eyelids.

Yuuji might be dangerous but he fills Megumi in the best way possible. Megumi’s body betrays him and stays pliant, until thick ropes of cum flow into his throat, as if spitting it out isn’t a choice. 

Yuuji milks himself and Megumi coercedly takes every drop of it. He feels used, but he’s undeniably sated. 

“Oh, fuck, that was good,” Yuuji breathes when he pulls out. He wraps his fingers around his cock, at its base, and tightens it before smoothing the remnants of cream over it, causing it to be caught around his fingers. 

Rudely, he thwacks it over Megumi’s cheek and luckily, Megumi closes his eyes in time.

“So? Wanna go upstairs, baby?”

Yuuji asks as if there isn’t a single thing that needs to be addressed. The warmth comes back to his eyes and the sudden shift is so eerie that Megumi flinches away when Yuuji crouches at his level.

“W–What are you?”

Yuuji smiles. “Let me fuck your cunt and I’ll tell you what I am.”

Megumi glares at him. “No.”

“Aw, why not? You look like you’ve been craving it. Needing it even.” Yuuji’s hand reaches for his cheek and Megumi inches his face away. The corner of Yuuji’s lips curl, displeased at Megumi’s reaction. “Alright. How about this? Wetting my cock will give you about a – hmm..” Yuuji pauses to think for a moment. “About a month to live. That sounds good, doesn’t it? You won’t need to roam around and slut yourself at night. All you need is me.”

“And why would I believe you?”

Yuuji lets out a sigh out of impatience. “Because you’ve been so alive ever since I’ve kissed you,” A bit of his tone sounds partly mockful and truthful. Either way, Megumi’s guards are all up. “Or, you’ve kissed me. Yeah, you’re the one who kissed me.”

“Shut up and leave my house.”

A sigh leaves Yuuji’s lips, like Megumi is stretching his thread of patience, and Megumi has finally touched the last thread. One of Yuuji’s eyes squinted. “Eh… do you really want me to?”

Megumi’s breath hitches again. He hesitates because he finally understands a bit of what connection feels like – it comes in a form of spark. True, but Yuuji just ruined it for them. It’s like a candy in Megumi’s hand that was just taken away from him. It’s a waste of opportunity, yes. Megumi has shown some of his vulnerability and it’s late to back away. Yuuji is the answer. Might be. If it isn’t for the danger he possesses, Megumi is willing to be selfish and ignore the concerning flags. He’s stubborn. He knows that, but he can’t deny the wetness between his thighs too.

Still. Out of this illogical haze, Megumi won’t risk his safety especially with his true identity involved.

“Yes.” Megumi answers. “Leave. Leave right now.”

Getting on his feet made him tumble stupidly, causing Yuuji to catch him in his arms. His stupid feet slept from being folded for too long. Megumi flinches and pushes Yuuji away but his arms are too strong. He’s about one and half heads taller too. What is he, exactly? Should he be a demon, Megumi would’ve felt it already. He can be an elf. Or ghoul – no. Megumi won’t feel so threatened like this. 

“You don’t want me to.” Yuuji says. “I can sense what you’re thinking.”

Megumi’s lips tremble in fear. Ironically, at the comfort of his home, he feels fear. He’s at the losing point here. He can’t even form a firm rejection from his lips if it’s true that Yuuji could read his mind.

As if sedated, Megumi wordlessly allows himself to be hoisted in Yuuji’s arms. He would, indeed, like to be fucked good for once and Yuuji seems he can give it to him. He wants to cum and something about Yuuji being cunning makes Megumi submit to him. No evidence needed. Megumi just believes Yuuji can do it.

Once they’re at Megumi’s bedroom, Megumi is on Yuuji’s lap. “Come strip for me, baby.”

Thank fuck Yuuji’s not pressing his buttons anymore with the nickname. Megumi’s vulnerable now. He trusts Yuuji can sense it. Megumi climbs off Yuuji’s lap just to get on his feet and take his pants off. Honestly, Megumi doesn’t need to strip at all if Yuuji’s stare is undressing him already, but he continues anyway.

He’s in his tank top and his panties. He keeps his eyes on the floor, refusing to meet Yuuji’s heavy gaze. Megumi grips on the hem of his tank top, lifting it up to pull over his head.

“That’s enough,” Yuuji interjects and pushes himself off the bed. His arm returns around Megumi’s waist, pulling him close until Yuuji’s flipping their position causing Megumi to fall on his sheets. “I see why humans can’t get enough of you.”

Megumi watches Yuuji’s knee kick his thighs apart. He knows he’s beyond being wet. He’s immensely drenching. The kind of wetness that requires him to change panties midday, but Yuuji is able to make him like this in just a night. The color of his panties doesn’t help in hiding the drenched patch of wetness on it. 

Yuuji presses his fingers against it, putting a delicious pressure, going in tight circles. “You’re so wet, Megumi. It’s gonna be so easy to slide into you.”

Megumi whimpers. His lashes tremble when his lids beg to shut close at the feeling. The arousal returns, pervading through every edge of his body. His breathing becomes deeper as he fights off the feeling to indulge Yuuji’s fingers against his clothed cunt because he wants to stare at his cock. His throbbing cock wet from Megumi’s mouth.

“You wanna touch it?”

Megumi nods.

“Touch it, then.”

Without missing a beat, Megumi wraps his dainty fingers around Yuuji’s cock. His vision goes up, staring at Yuuji and watching the shift of his face. He sees his lips parting, emitting that low noise as if praise materialized. 

Yuuji’s thumb slides the gusset of his panties and he’s exposed now. Pussy glistening from being pent-up. Ready for anything.

“So beautiful, baby, look at you.” 

Megumi can’t. It’s too embarrassing to be this drenched for someone whose lips emitted threats and danger to Megumi. Yet, Megumi can’t get his mind straight and realize his situation. He’s back to being cock-drunk for Yuuji, now that the tip of his cock kisses his entrance, dancing along his folds until they flutter open and willingly for Yuuji’s cock.

“We’ll foreplay next time. Can’t wait to fill you up.”

Is Megumi’s pussy too inviting? 

Of course, it is. His whole existence is for lust. Everything about him should be lewd. He’s meant to be objectified so that feeding would be easier for him and for Megumi's gratefulness. He’s grateful to have a cunt that gets so wet at the thought of Yuuji’s cock. 

Yuuji’s tip sinks in. Megumi’s breath pauses for a moment until more inches slide inside of him. It burns deliciously. Stretches him so well. Filling him nicely in places he didn’t know was empty for so long. Instinctively, Megumi spits on his fingers and rubs it on his clit, easing himself up and eager to take more of Yuuji’s cock. 

If his mouth couldn’t, at least his pussy should.

“You’re so–” Yuuji laughs between his moans. “Fuck, angel, you’re everything.”

Megumi’s lost with the obscene sight. He spreads himself wider and wider. It does make him look like a slut, which isn’t something new, but the inches getting in his pussy awes him. His mouth parted and he huffs out short, hot pants. Yuuji’s groans are muffled out in his ears.

“You’re so deep inside me…” Megumi breathes. Mostly echoing it to himself to ground himself. “So deep.”

It’s just halfway, yet Megumi's clit flutters open at the girth. 

“You can take more, angel?”

Megumi nods. “Yes,”

“Yes what?”

Megumi blinks once. His eyes are still on his cunt being filled with Yuuji’s cock. He doesn’t even know what to answer. 

Yuuji’s clicks on his tongue. “Whose cock is this?”

Cock-drunk, Megumi breathes, “Yuuji’s.”

“I’ll ask you again. Can you take more?”

“Yes,” Megumi swallows. “Yes, Yuuji.”

With that, firm large hands hold the back of his thighs. Next thing Megumi knows, he’s being folded in half. Knees kissing his sheets. Feet in the air. Yuuji ruthlessly snaps his hips forward, causing the remaining length to be buried inside Megumi’s pussy. 

A moan gets caught up in Megumi’s throat, materializing out as a silent scream. 

Sososo full. Megumi’s so full. He’s stuffed. He’s panicking. Fear pervades through his system. 

“Fuck!” Megumi gasps out. “Fuck – shit.. Shitshitshit— Yuuji, I can’t— I can’t…!”

“Yes, you can,” Yuuji shuts him up with a deep kiss. Tilted perfectly so their lips mold with each other. Megumi’s brows scrunched deep. He shakes his head frantically in protest. “Yes, angel, you can.”

“No–” Megumi sniffs once Yuuji drags his length out, halfway, before ramming it in causing Megumi’s head to tumble back against the sheets. His toes curl, cowering from being overwhelmed yet, his pussy makes the loudest sloppy noise. “Fuck– No, I can’t– too big! Too big! Be gentle with me, can you?”

“You should’ve thought about that before luring me here. You bite so much more than you can handle.” Yuuji replies and puts his weight on the hand holding the back of Megumi’s thigh. As if planning there for leverage. Then, Yuuji spits on his cunt, head tilted down to watch how he fucks it inside. “Your pussy says otherwise, succubus.”

Megumi wants to protest but broken moans only leave his mouth, betraying him. His arms flail around Yuuji’s neck. “Mmh – more, more…” 

Yuuji sets an unforgiving pace. Megumi’s meant to be broken, yes, that’s exactly what’s happening now. Yuuji’s holding him for his personal use, but Megumi’s loving every moment of it. His eyes are at the ceiling. Shadows of his lashes darkened his visions. His front tooth sinking over his bottom lip. 

“So good,” Megumi’s whimpers compete with the bed’s messy creaks. “Sososo goooood…” He drawls out stupidly and Yuuji’s chest undulates against him, chuckling.

“Pussy feeling good, huh?”

“Yes.” Megumi moans.

“I don’t get a thank you for it?”

“Thank you.” Megumi breathes helplessly. Yuuji is still chuckling while pounding his cunt open.  Forgetting the point of the intrusion. Yuuji’s supposed to tell him something, but he’s silenced. Reduced in a moaning mess.

The sexual energy oozing all over his room is too much, but Megumi drinks it all in. He had never felt so alive before this night. Yuuji’s right. The amount of energy he’s offering is enough to last him more than a month. So, of course, the thank you that leaves his mouth meant more than just thank you for fucking me, or, thank you for having a big cock, or, thank you for fucking me so good.

“Ah-ah, don’t get too grateful now,” Yuuji smirks. His hands go lower, enough for Yuuji’s thumb to stretch and reach Megumi’s clit to rub it. Megumi shudders from it. Pussy getting too terribly drenched. “You wanna know my secret now, beautiful?”

Fuck. Megumi wished he cares, but he’s being fucked so good while his clit’s being played with. Either way, Megumi’s eyes flutter open to stare at Yuuji – who's been staring at him the whole time. His visuals… are just out of this world. The chain necklace dangling close to Megumi’s face matches the rhythm of that delicious thrust in his pussy.

“Since I’m already fucking you stupid, take a dumb guess, baby.”

What? Megumi tilts his head in curiosity. Yuuji pistons his cock rougher and rougher, as if suspending Megumi’s ability to respond back or even use his brain to think. 

No matter how Megumi tries, he can’t think of any. He can’t even recall any mythological creatures in his head, even just one…

All he’s focused now is the hot wave crashing over him and his moans turn short and loud. His eyes snap open, gasping. His hand pries off Yuuji’s thumb from his clit. His heart prances and his moans fade into a cry – almost a silent one. He’s going to come. He’s going to –

“Ah!” Megumi defeatedly leaves his helpless hands in the air, fingers trembling along with his toes as he cums all over Yuuji’s cock.

“Oh, shit… You’re turning much hotter inside, Megumi. Fuck.”

Megumi chases his breath, as if it’s stolen from him. His breathing is loud and shaky. He came. He just came from being fucked so good. 

“Good, huh?” Yuuji smirks once again and captures Megumi’s lips in another hungry kiss. “How about you spread your legs for me, hm? I’m not done with you yet.”

Obediently, Megumi keeps the angle and hooks his arms on each part where his legs fold. Presenting himself for Yuuji. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” Yuuji smiles, coldly yet encouraging. “Just like that – do you think a fallen angel can impregnate succubus like you?”

Every inch of arousal and need seeps out of Megumi’s body from what he just heard.

“What?”

Yuuji purses his lips unrepentant and remorselessly. 

And Megumi’s scared now. 

“You’ve been in your human form for so long that you didn’t sense me? What a shame.”

Like an ice-cold water chucked over Megumi’s body, he’s suddenly furious. One of Megumi’s abilities is when he touches his victim’s head and cast a spell at will, it's either to put them to sleep or control their minds. So, instinctively, that’s what Megumi just did, but it wasn’t just a touch. He’s gripping Yuuji’s hair with hatred, causing the fallen angel’s head to be yanked. 

Yuuji rolls his eyes shortly, lips parted in the most sinister smirk. Megumi panics. The spell didn’t work.

“Didn’t I say to spread your legs, succubus?” Yuuji sneers.

“Get off me!” Megumi yells and pushes Yuuji off with all of the strength he still has. Megumi seems to succeed at that but Yuuji’s arms are stronger. The push and pull fight between them only resulted in the position flipped – Megumi sitting on the fallen angel’s cock. Before Megumi can get away, Yuuji grips his thighs so tight that it digs painfully against Megumi’s flesh. Megumi sobs at it. “Let me go! You fucker!”

“That’s what I get for making you cum?”

Shame washes over Megumi that makes him want to cower. He has never been so degraded more than this moment and he wishes he’s dreaming. He practically just begged to be fucked by a heaven’s spawn. A succubus fucked by a fallen angel, and he liked it.

Megumi sobs and slaps his own cheek. Again and again. The thoughts are like spiders crawling into his ears. He doesn’t want to think. He wants to stop thinking. Yuuji can read his mind no matter how much he denies and lies about everything. It’s pointless. Megumi flew to the sun so much and now he’s meeting his punishment. He’d rather die. He hoped he just died at the subway entrance. Right there. Let his body char and be dust than own to the fact that he came from a fallen angel’s cock.

“That’s not so bad, really.” Yuuji fills in. “If you think about it, I've fallen.”

“Shut up.”

“No, baby, I don’t think I can. It’s making me throb at the fact that you still wanna be fucked.”

“I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to yourself anymore, succubus. It’s like fate made me fall to make you cum–”

“Shut up!”

“–and also to keep you alive! Two months? Shit. How many days do you get from those old geezers?”

Megumi can’t. He can’t. Can’t, can’t, can't! He’s had enough of Yuuji’s stupid babbles. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Gee, angel.” Fuck him. “I’ll shut up and leave. At least make me cum before I go?”

Megumi buries his face into his hands. He’s so stupid. He knew being curious will bring nothing but danger to him. He should’ve just gone with the catcallers earlier. Be contented with the insufficient feeding because he’s done it for fucking decades. Why should it be different for him? Why? Why should he be so curious of the unknown? Why did he bring this to himself?

Truthfully enough away from his whining, late realizations, and regret, Megumi realizes the limit has been broken already. They’ve gone too far and it’s irreversible – Megumi is fucked by a fallen angel named Yuuji and he liked it. He liked it. 

“Of course you do.” Yuuji says. Hands travelling north until he’s groping Megumi’s ass in a tight grip, spreading him wide, and rocking his cock upwards. Megumi fights a moan, suppressing it until it comes out a whine. “You do, baby. You do.” 

Yuuji’s stupid words will echo in his head even in his sleep. Without any protest, their position shifted back. Megumi’s back on the sheets, Yuuji hovering over him, cock buried deep in his cunt.

“This will be over. Now, spread your legs.”

Megumi huffs. He hopes this will be over and he hopes he won’t be seeing Yuuji anymore – fuck. 

“That’s it. Such a good demon,” Yuuji smirks, devilishly.

He has to stop thinking now – and only that stupid fallen angel cock will send him back to that delicious cock-drunk haze. Suspend his ability to think and be fucked stupid. Fuck. Megumi admitting that. So, instead of spending his time further in his head, he spreads himself wide and obscenely. “Finish it and leave.”

Yuuji grips Megumi's jaw and Megumi snaps his head off his hold. Glaring up at Yuuji even if his eyelids just flutter close at the immense pleasure taking over him again once Yuuji’s thumb returns to his clit. Megumi begins to become wet again, as if accommodating Yuuji’s brutal pounds. His pelvis slapping against Megumi’s skin.

So good. It’s still so good. Megumi still watches how his cunt gets fucked open. How his wetness gets pumped out at every thrust. Too obscenely.

He snaps out of being in awe. He hates how he loves it. Megumi lifts his hand up and slaps Yuuji's face at the most painful way he can. “Fuck you.” Megumi seethes at Yuuji.

Yuuji's head remains tilted. Is he shocked at the slap? No, he's more pissed than shock. But, the redness on his cheek makes Megumi smirk. That serves him right.

“No,” Yuuji grips his jaw again, this time tighter. Megumi’s lips part at the motion, causing Yuuji to spit in his gaping mouth. It happens so fast. Megumi's face snaps to the side at the heavy impact as a painful swat lands on his face. So painful that it hurts badly. “Fuck you.”

Megumi shudders at the treatment. He wants to cry. His lips are shut closed from the swat too, causing him to feel Yuuji's spit in his mouth. Disgusting – but his pussy clenches around Yuuji’s cock. Megumi glares at him to mask over his cunt’s betrayal and Yuuji throws him a ridiculed look. 

“Shit, you liked that, huh?”

Megumi groans after swallowing Yuuji’s spit. It’s undeniably humiliating. “You think your kinds are so fucking good, huh? You think you’re better than us? You think you can treat us like nothing and feel good about it, tell your angel friends about it all, and make your god proud so proud of what you’ve done? Is that it?”

Yuuji scoffed, then he chuckled. “No, I am not anyone’s. Not God’s, not yours.”

“So what, you think you’re better than all of us?”

Yuuji’s grip turns painfully and awfully so good around his jaw. Holding Megumi down until his body sinks onto the soft sheets beneath him, using Megumi’s jaw as a leverage before Yuuji starts hammering his cock brutally, abusing Megumi’s pussy.

Megumi cries. “Fuck!” 

“Yeah. I have you under my mercy, don’t I? Got your pussy clamping around my cock and begging not to pull out, isn’t it?”

Megumi’s angrier now, but nothing materializes out of his mouth but moans and he’s still spreading himself like a willing whore. Broken moans at each piston. Yuuji’s fucking him so good. Humiliating him so good. 

Yuuji chuckles at him. “Yeah, that’s it. Shut your pretty mouth and take my cock.” Yuuji cages Megumi’s head with his forearms, planking over Megumi’s folded body, ruthlessly giving it to him.

The fingers running through his hair hushes him and their lips brushes sinfully. Another breathy chuckle comes out of Yuuji’s lips, between his low grunts. Sounding so nice to Megumi’s ear especially when he knows it’s his pussy that’s making him feel good. 

They don’t kiss, though. It only grazes at each other at the impact of Yuuji’s thrusts. So powerful. So virile. Megumi keeps his legs folded and spread out, hands slowly leaving until he’s holding onto Yuuji’s waist, pulling his body close every time he thrusts out.

“Fuck me harder.” Megumi moans.

“I am fucking you harder.”

“Harder than that. Show me what you got, fallen angel.”

Yuuji grunts and drags his cock out before ramming it all the way in – jackhammering Megumi’s pussy. “Fuck, you feel so nice ‘round my cock, angel.” Yuuji rasps. Rasped. Fuck, Megumi’s pussy clenches at that.

“Fuck you. Don’t call me that.” 

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, it’s like God made you for me.”

Megumi wants to argue but Yuuji’s pounds are so punishing that it shuts him up. “Fuck you,” Megumi cries and tightens his hold on Yuuji’s waist, encouraging him to fuck his pussy faster and harder. “Fuck you, seriously.”

“We got no condoms on, let me remind you.” Yuuji pants. “Can a fallen angel impregnate a succubus?”

“For fuck’s sake, Yuuji! Shut up!”

“It’s important.” Yuuji argues.

Megumi whines. He’s sure enough, Yuuji is banished from the heavens for being stupid.

“Hey! I wasn’t! That’s not the reason!”

“You can’t!” Megumi yells. He can’t believe he’s going for a lecture about angels and devils. “My spells didn’t work on you, so that means you still have a grace residue. It’s like a fuckin’ – I don’t know! Like a toxin against a demonic body!”

“Oh, good.” Yuuji sighs. “Cause I really, really wanna cum inside of you.”

Megumi can’t believe he just moaned at that. 

A few more and deep pounds, Yuuji’s spilling himself inside. Megumi is beyond satisfied. He’s unforgivably blissful. Yuuji rabbits his hips, milking himself and fucking each spurt, making sure Megumi takes it all in.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck.. that’s good..” Yuuji’s body slightly trembles against Megumi and all the succubus can do is watch. Watch how Yuuji’s lids closes, his mouth parts, his cock buried to the hilt. 

Megumi can’t help but to smirk. He’s proud, sure, but still doesn’t erase the fact that a fallen angel creampied him. He shudders in disgust. “Get off me.”

Since Yuuji’s recovering from his high, it’s become effortless for Megumi to finally push him off. Cock slipping out of his cunt that makes him rub his cunt. He feels sore. He’s probably gaping from a single round. And ironically so, a succubus like Megumi should last more than one round, but he’s exhausted. Fulfilled and fed so well, in a way. 

“Shit, it’s hot in here.” Yuuji groans and takes off his stupid, useless windbreaker jacket. Then, he tugs his shirt over his head until he’s top-naked. Megumi glances and he double takes.

What were they feeding these angels up above to make them well-built like this? And a cock so thick too? Yuuji’s pecs are so muscular and plump, it looks so good when he breathes like that. 

Realizing he’s been gawking over, Megumi snaps his gusset back in place before throwing Yuuji’s shirt on his face. “Put those back on. Leave my fucking house.”

“Aw, no kiss?”

Megumi groans. “No! I’ve had enough of you.”

He needs his own house to be all his for tonight. He doesn’t need someone to be here and read all his thoughts. It’s way worse than being robbed and watching the whole process. 

So even though Megumi’s wincing from being fucked so roughly, he tugs on Yuuji’s wrist, pulling his heavy, muscular body off his bed. “Leaaave my house, you stupid angel!”

Yuuji’s body doesn’t move, even an inch, from Megumi’s effort. “I just told you, I’ve fallen! It means we’re legal! I’m basically like you now, baby!”

Megumi groans in annoyance and pulls harder. “Stop calling me that! Leave!”

Yuuji laughs. “Alright, alright!” The fallen angel sits on the bed and wears his clothes back on himself, leaving the jacket hanging over his arm. “I’ll leave if you say please.”

For fuck’s sake.

“I don’t beg.”

Yuuji leans on his elbows, cocking up an eyebrow at Megumi with his legs manspreading in the most audacious relaxed manner. Then, he tucks his flaccid cock back in his boxers. There's still a faint tent there and Megumi cusses at himself for helplessly staring. “Then, I won’t leave.”

Megumi is closecloseclose to strangling him. 

“Please, leave my fucking house and please don’t come back.”

“Wow, you sound so nice when you beg, succubus.” Delighted and pleased, Yuuji zips himself up and stands. “I should’ve made you beg for my cock earlier, but, oh well.” Yuuji shrugs.

Megumi sighs, tension seeping out. Freedom’s just a hand away from him. To make sure Yuuji’s leaving, Megumi follows behind him as they walk to the stairs. He doesn’t care if he’s a bit half-naked. He needs to see Yuuji out the door and he wants it now.

Megumi holds the knob of his door once Yuuji heads out–

Fuck. What now?

– only turn again, head slipping in between the gap of the door, stealing a kiss from Megumi that makes him want to scream infuriatingly. And no, Megumi’s eyes did not just close and savor that barf-worthy moment. He did not. 

Actually, the smug on Yuuji’s face makes him want to rip him apart.

Yuuji tips his head close, whispering softly on Megumi’s lips, “And just so you know, you’ll be the one finding me when you feel like you’re dying. You’ll crave my touch. You’ll touch yourself, relive the moments when you were on the verge of dying and you’ll realize – our kiss turned out to be your salvation. You’ll stuff your pussy with your fingers but you know it’ll never come close. Not even a bit,” His head tilts cunningly to the side and he repeats, this time, much closer. Emphasizing on it.

“It’ll never be enough.”