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DO NOT ANSWER:
hey meg :)
Megumi audibly groans when that text shows up, it's only been two weeks and the guy's already back for more. He curses under his breath, he'd completely forgotten to block him, and now Sukuna knows that too. Megumi tries to ignore it, he focuses on the pan on the stove in front of him, monitoring it as carefully as he can muster. Still, the stirring feeling of butterflies in his stomach is rather distracting.
DO NOT ANSWER:
delivered? cute.
Megumi reminds himself how much he hates Sukuna. No matter the reaction his body has to that 'cute'. He doesn't deserve a reply, let alone even a single drop of his attention.
Another part of his mind knows that Sukuna will text him again. And again. He won't stop until he gets what he wants, and Megumi admittedly likes that about him.
He suppresses the urge to reply all night. Megumi likes to think that he is a patient person, maybe just stubborn. Regardless, if it's pissing Sukuna off, Megumi will do it 'til he can't stand it anymore. It's not until Megumi's in bed, eye's fluttering shut with the weight of the day, that his phone lights up again on his side table with that stupid contact name and the special ringtone he'd set. But he hates Sukuna. A lot, he swears he hates him. Still, Megumi can't help himself, he's instantly wide awake and practically scrambles to get a look.
DO NOT ANSWER:
so am i gettin pussy or what
He stares at that notification for a good while, strains his eyes in the dark. Really squints at it. It hurts to keep looking. Is Sukuna getting pussy? Megumi blinks, considers, and before he can think any better of it, he's unlocking his phone to reply.
Megumi:
ask yuuji if you can borrow it
There's no new message when Megumi wakes up. In fact, he's forgotten all about.
That is, until he's curled up on his couch that night. He's got a warm cup of tea, reading a new book he'd picked up as per a recommendation from a friend, when his phone pings. The vibration from somewhere underneath him startles him, enough to have him throwing off the blanket and searching for his phone. It vibrates again when he finds it wedged between the cushions. His face heats up when he sees the contact name.
DO NOT ANSWER:
yuuji said yes
we're otw
Oh. Megumi had not seen that coming. He looks around the room, suddenly frantic, suddenly forgetting that he has any say in this new turn of events. As if he's tied to the tracks and there's a train barreling toward him.
Well, two trains. There's only one thing left to do.
He doesn't know how much time he has, he jumps to his feet as fast as he can manage and scrambles to put the couch back in order.
Next on the list, a shower. Just a quick one. He doesn't have time to wash his hair, only enough to scrub his body raw. He's nervous, why is he nervous? Sukuna's never made him nervous. He knows, in the pit of his stomach, that it's Yuuji making him nervous. Or rather, how the dynamic is changed after last time. This is uncharted territory as far as Megumi is concerned. He tries his best to shake the thoughts from his head, the second guessing, the blood rushing to his cunt at the possibility of getting to humiliate Sukuna one more time. At his core, Megumi has always been a sucker for putting men in their place. Especially those who deserve it, and there has never been a man more deserving than Ryoumen Sukuna himself.
The absent thoughts eat away his time faster than he realizes, until he's rubbed his skin pink. Seconds wasted pressing his thighs together, soapy and slippery, to relieve the physical manifestation of his shameless anticipation. He swipes a hand across the bathroom mirror, fogged up with steam, to get a look at his face. He studies his reflection for a moment, leans in and turns his face back and forth with a glossy pout. His eyes sparkle a forest green, cheeks candy pink to match his lips, stray drops of hot water weighing his bangs down to ghost over his eyebrows.
His nails tap the back of his phone on the granite counter as he keeps admiring, fluffing his hair, and an idea crosses his mind. He'd never replied, Sukuna knew he would see it, that he wouldn't push back.
Pictures tell a thousand words, right?
He picks his phone up with one hand and wipes the mirror again with his other. Another swipe across his face and decollete to freshen it up, and a fat one across his middle. He leans back, tilts his head and squints at himself, then wipes away more until there's barely any left- until the mist remaining on the mirror draws thin bands across his nipples and the seam of his cunt. Like censorship bars. The perfect tease.
The flash of the camera lights up the clouded mirror, makes the bathroom look pitch black, and tints his skin a light, sweet, sticky honey. It's lewd, highlights the delicate rivulets falling down his neck and pooling in the dips of his collar bones, running down his tummy and catching in his navel. It's some of his best work, and he sends it off to Sukuna without another thought, and a smirk on his lips. Finally, he walks through a cloud of perfume on his way out the bathroom.
He finds himself standing naked in the middle of his living room, staring at the wall, lost in thought. This is kind of pathetic, isn’t it? Waiting on them like a dog waiting for it's owner to finally come home? He tears his eyes away from the paint on the wall, and looks down at himself, and he gets another terrible idea. Well, terrible for himself at least.
He practically runs back to his bedroom and rips open the top drawer of his dresser, searching for something he'd bought years ago for his stupid ex. He hadn't worn it since, mostly out of spite, maybe a little bit out of regret for even thinking he'd appreciate it, too. Finally, he spots the white velvet stuffed into the very back corner, hidden away along with his shame. It's time to give it a new memory, one not so infuriating.
A stupid fucking Cinnamaroll set. He brings it over to his bed, lays it out, and squints at it. It's so, just, ridiculous.
It's so, perfect.
He acts quick, pulls the white bandeau over his head and adjusts it over his chest, hastily pulls on the matching boy shorts, and turns to get a look at himself in the mirror. Cinnamaroll stares back at him, little floppy ears framing his tits just right. There's a tiny blue bow on the waist line on the of the shorts, and the hems are ruched.
Well. He's certain of one thing. The twins are going to lose their shit. Or, at least Sukuna is.
He stops in the threshold on his way back out to stare back at his dresser, at the still-open top drawer, then at his again at his backside in the mirror across the room. He's stunned, a short gasp, to see a little bunny tail on the back of the shorts, something he'd foolishly forgotten about. He stares at it, nearly loses his breath. Is this too much? He shifts his weight to one foot, swivels, and gets a look from the other side. Yeah. It's too much.
He hooks his thumbs in the waist band of the shorts and is just about to pull them down over the swell of his ass when he hears a knock at his front door. His breath catches in his throat as he freezes, one bare foot already lifted off the floor. Fuck. It's too late now.
He glances back at his dresser. Another terrible idea, another devilish smirk. Go big or go home, right?
He springs into action, and yells to his guests, "Just a second!" He's digging in the top drawer again, frantic, muttering to himself as he searches like his life depends on it. Just when another round of knocks echo from down the hallway, louder this time, his hands wrap around them. Finally.
Pristine, white cotton thigh highs. A perfect match to the set. Yeah, Megumi's going to make Sukuna suffer. He's hopping on one foot toward the hallway as he's pulling them on, then the other, and swiping his thumbs under the elastic tops to try to stretch them out. It's no use, the fat of his thighs spills out the top, to the point that Megumi frowns at his appearance in the mirror. Fuck it, he’s out of time, and he's running to the door against his better judgment.
There's that nauseating wave of nerves again, simmering right under fever hot skin as his hand hovers on the dead bolt. He stands on his tip toes to get a peak as he takes a few deep breaths.
There they are, no suits this time, just casual. Hoodies and sweatpants like they'd left in a hurry. Despite Megumi's choice of clothing, he suddenly feels wildly over dressed. Yuuji's in front this time, twisted and leaning back over his shoulder to whisper something in Sukuna's ear. He's even holding a handful of the sleeve of Sukuna's gray hoodie with a tight fist, right at the bicep. Fuck.
He looks down at himself one more time. Holy shit, he looks ridiculous. Too late to turn back now though, and his hand shakes as he turns the deadbolt
The door opens before Megumi has a chance to even reach for the door knob, and there they are. In the flesh. Towering over him, wide shoulders, wider eyes. Sukuna's cheeks turn fucking pink as he looks Megumi up and down, mouth forming an 'o'. "Fuck Meg." He exhales hard and short.
Yuuji looks far more smug, almost like he'd seen it all coming. "All ready for us, huh?" And Yuuji's sidestepping him, letting himself in. He drags Sukuna right along with him, makes him stumble when he's startled out of his shock. The other hand finds a grip on Cinnamaroll's floppy ears hanging off Megumi's bandeau, and rolls the velvet between his fingers. "So soft, this is really cute on you." Yuuji traces the little face next, pokes the eyes, and then cups his chest, the swell of his tits, a tighter smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when Megumi winces at a brush at one of the sensitive buds hidden underneath. Sukuna just watches, frozen, as if he's waiting for something. As if on cue, Yuuji drops both hands, and walks past him, straight to the hallway. "Grab him."
It's an instant reaction, Sukuna bending down to wrap both arms around Megumi's thighs and hoisting him up over his shoulder. Megumi squeaks as he finds himself upside down so fast that he feels dizzy. He braces both hands on the small of Sukuna's back and cranes his neck just in time to see the door clicking closed behind them.
There's a hand tracing up the back of his thigh, light, hooking on the elastic of a thigh high and tugging. The hand moves higher, ghosts right over his cunt, and Megumi instinctually presses back into the touch, until he can feel himself making a mess of his little shorts. Just when he wiggles his hips and a moan slips from between his lips, Yuuji's voice rings out from ahead of them.
"Cut that shit out. Didn't say you could touch him." The hand's gone instantly as if it had been smacked away by some invisible force. Megumi grumbles to himself, something about a power trip that only Sukuna catches, coaxing a throaty chuckle from the man as he wiggles his hips, bumping into Sukuna's head.
"He's right, you look real cute in this. Wanna fuck these thigh highs if he'll let me." Sukuna says under his breath, just between the two of them, and pinches the cotton away from his leg to let it snap back. The tight fabric stings when it hits, no doubt leaving a mark like a rubber band, and Megumi winces at the impact.
"What if I won't let you?" Megumi snaps at him. Sukuna scoffs at that, like that's fucking ridiculous, likes it's not even a possibility. He turns his head to lay a quick kiss on the flesh of his lower hip, and smiles into it.
"Don't be ridiculous babe. You're gonna fuckin' love this."
Well. Megumi has nothing left to say, and it seems like Sukuna likes it that way too when he hums to himself, satisfied, and carries him down the hall easily. Megumi lets his body weight fall limp, hangs face down on Sukuna's back, and draws small circle with an absent finger at the his mid spine.
"Put him down. Here." Yuuji points to the floor at the base of the bed, not close enough to fall onto it, just far enough that it feels awkward. Sukuna does as he says, and then takes a step back.
Suddenly Megumi's cold, no hands on him, only two sets of eyes that are drinking him in. From the rosy tint on his cheeks that reaches his ears and across his nose, down to his navel, and finally settling on his thighs. Specifically, the bands of fat practically overflowing from the tops of his socks. Megumi looks back and forth between the twins, self conscious, wringing clasped fingers in front of his chest, before reaching down to tug at the elastic biting into his skin.
"These were a mistake. I- I'm gonna take them off." But he's stopped before he can make any meaningful effort. Sukuna's fingers close around one wrist, Yuuji smacks his other away, back toward Megumi's chest, with a click of his tongue.
"Uh uh." Yuuji shakes his head, first at Megumi, a soft look in his eyes, then at Sukuna. That time, with contempt. Sure, Megumi doesn't know the guy, he's only met Yuuji once before, and in a very unique context. Still, the face is the same. Yuuji's pissed as he stares at the grip Sukuna has on Megumi, bordering disgust, and it turns Megumi's brain to liquid.
Sukuna's own hand falls to his side in silence, and he takes a few steps back until the backs of his calves hit a chair, and he falls into it. Oh. Megumi looks back and forth between the twins, confusion written all over his face. There's something unspoken in their eye contact, like they'd discussed some arrangement already, like a fucking plan. Yuuji raises his eyebrows, waiting, and hums appreciatively when Sukuna nods back at him, slow.
Yuuji's fingertips creep over Megumi's shoulder, down to his upper arms and then to his chest to cup his tits. "Look at that, Sukuna. Isn't that nice? He just lets me touch him. See?" He finds the small bud of Megumi's nipple through the fabric and gives it a playful pinch. Megumi recoils, arches away from the touch, squirms a little. All he finds is the wall of Yuuji's chest right behind him. Yuuji’s other hand moves down to his ass and pulls at the litter ball of fur on the back of his shorts, "He'll let me do anything I want. You found me such a nice toy."
Megumi whips his head around, up and over his shoulder, poised to correct him- he's stopped by a tight grip on his chin, squeezing his cheeks, and turning him back to look Sukuna in the eye. Megumi half-heartedly struggles, shakes his head pitifully, but doesn't flinch when Yuuji's fingertips creep up under his bandeau. He squeezes his eyes shut but still feels the suffocating heat of Sukuna's gaze. It burns a brand into him. "Won't you baby? You'll let me touch you." Yuuji whispers it right in his ear, but he's still facing forward as he says it. Megumi knows he's looking right at Sukuna, half-lidded, a smirk so conniving that it doesn't belong. Megumi opens his eyes.
Sukuna's hard in his sweatpants, a ridiculously obvious bulge. It jumps when Megumi looks up to his face. He's staring right back at Yuuji though, like Megumi's not even there. "Yeah he'll let you touch him."
"Woah. Hold on-" Megumi tries to break free from the grip on his chin, it doesn't budge.
"You told him to ask if he could borrow this pussy. So it's mine, right?" Yuuji turns Megumi’s head around to face him.
Shit. Megumi curses his past sleep-deprived self for being so loose with the phrasing of that text. Even so, the words only make the mess in his little shorts dirtier. Yuuji raises his eyebrows at him expectantly. "I know it is. I own it. Say it. Say I own this cunt, Megumi." The only sound as he considers is the wind rushing outside his bedroom window. Yuuji's staring down at his lips, as if ready to lean in, grin slowly melting off his face. "Hm? Something on your mind?" Megumi looks in his peripheral at Sukuna who's breathing heavy, arms on the armrests, gripping them like he wants to crush them. It reminds Megumi of exactly why he wanted to do this again. To twist the knife.
"You own it." Megumi doesn't have to even try to nod his head, Yuuji moves it for him. Sukuna groans and his hand moves to his crotch. He palms himself, softly, barely perceptible, and Yuuji leans forward, fast, to capture Megumi in a heated kiss. A filthy one. Yuuji's body weight nearly knocks him over. The only thing that stops him is a tight arm winding around his waist, constricting, pressing a breath from his lungs and right into Yuuji's panting mouth. Megumi's body responds instinctually, he cups Yuuji's cheek, moans a little. His abdomen twists, his back bows forward, and Megumi feels the obvious hard press of a cock against the flesh of his hip. It's there, imposing, close, threatening even. He grinds forward against it, as if to check how hard Yuuji is, if he could possibly get any harder for him. Megumi hopes so, all greed and way too fucking empty. Yuuji responds, a groan, and Sukuna's breath picks up, heavy, somehow loud enough to hear over the wet kiss.
Yuuji’s hand is moving again, a flicking wrist and his bandeau is riding up over his tits, they’re turning pink, blushing, flushed like his cheeks, and Yuuji’s hand keeps moving up. He pulls away barely, millimeters, and dips a finger into Megumi’s mouth. Megumi doesn’t close his lips, lets Yuuji pull his fingers back out with all the spit he’d gathered off his tongue, and Yuuji’s back on him in an instant.
His hand moves down again, right to his nipple, and he’s circling it torturously slow. The spit makes it slippery, it makes him shiver too. Warm and cold at the same time, and Megumi’s holding on Yuuji’s forearm now. He squeezes him and Yuuji flexes as he pinches. It makes Megumi jump in his grip, he loses his balance, and Yuuji’s pushing him gently. One palm on his decollete, the other pushing his boy shorts down. Megumi can feel how sticky they’d gotten as they cling to his cunt before finally coming free.
“This way, baby. Take a seat,” and he’s pushing Megumi down into Sukuna’s lap. Sukuna maneuvers him easily too, he reads his brother’s mind, and slips one leg at a time under Megumi’s.
It's as if he's pinned, legs splayed open, thighs spread and locked on either side of Sukuna's knees. Strong arms cage him in, lock his own against his sides. They cover small pebbled nipples, far more sensitive than Megumi would like. He's vulnerable like this, much too trapped. There's a wicked look in Yuuji's eyes as he kneels down between Sukuna's legs, fixated on his cunt, that tiny little clit just begging to be touched, flinching each time Yuuji's breath fans across it. Hot and wet. He's dripping, the mess on the backs of his thighs already smearing all over Sukuna's pants, its clear, sticky, syrup, not creamy yet. It seeps through, stains the hard bulge underneath Megumi’s ass, and Sukuna widens his legs to give Yuuji better access to the pussy that belongs to him. That he's going to do whatever he pleases with.
"Yeah. That looks real nice." That's when two fingers slide inside him, easy, like they should be there all the time. Maybe they should be. Yuuji doesn't wait, he moves out, in, out, in again. They curl, twist, slide. It has Megumi mewling, sighing, wriggling, putting on an unconvincing show like he's trying to escape it. Yuuji's toying with him, playing with his pussy in every sense of the word. He works him slow, ignores the way Megumi tries to roll his hips. It's kind of cute in a way, how Megumi thinks he's has any semblance of a chance at dictating his own pleasure. The only thing Megumi's pathetic gyrations achieve in is teasing the growing erection underneath him. Sukuna's breath rushes by his ear in quick puffs, an edge to them, and he meets Megumi's movements with small ruts of his own. Yuuji lets him hump like a stupid animal.
Yuuji's fingers move faster, more deliberate. His other thumb comes to press circles on his little clit. Megumi gasps, squirms, turns his face toward Sukuna to escape to his neck, but he can't reach. Instead, he's stuck looking right up at Sukuna through thick, dark lashes. Sukuna's mouth is hanging half-open, cheeks dark red, wide-blown pupils darting all over the pitifully delicate expression gracing Megumi's features. The arms around his chest tighten as Sukuna's nostrils flare, and he looks as though he may lean in and kiss him. He doesn't, he knows Yuuji wouldn't let him.
Instead, Sukuna watches as Megumi's face melts.
He breathes moans right into Sukuna's mouth, and Sukuna groans, nostrils flaring, like he taste sweet. Cinnamon and Bavarian cream. Caramelized apples in autumn. Fucking addictive. Megumi's trembling on top of him, mirroring the desperate motions of Sukuna's hips, Yuuji's fingers curl against something inside him and the air Megumi sucks into his lung is loud and sharp, then slurs into a whine. His mind's gone, eyes rolling back in his head, and Yuuji studies him curiously. He stands, stays bent over and braces his free hand on the back of the chair.
Yuuji's breath is wet on both men's faces, pulled from their own world, and they both peer up at him. Eyes glassy, clouds over their pupils, glazed. Megumi's mouth hangs open, his pink little tongue just visible from the angle. It's wet. "Look at you two. My boys." Yuuji's humored, voice strained, and his fingers still don't stop. His palm smacks filthily against Megumi's clit with each thrust, buried deep, fighting against the muscles flinching uselessly, trying to push him out. It doesn't slow him down, only spurs him on, makes him speed him, in time with the increasingly louder and higher whines falling from Megumi's lips.
The arms around Megumi's chest constrict, they wind tighter across his tits, pin his nipples, and Sukuna suddenly shifts his hips. He slides, farther down to the edge of the chair, and plants his feet further apart. It forces Megumi flatter, more exposed, and Yuuji looks down at him like he's in love with him, maybe just the sight of him. "Hey baby," and he sneaks his palm back behind Megumi's head to fist the hair at his nape. Then he's pulling, craning Megumi's head for him, forcing him to look down at himself. "Watch this, m'gonna show you something," and he speeds up. Impossibly faster, and Megumi fucking wails, so sweet and helpless. Pressure builds, quick and swift and unexpected. It's a rush, something carnal stirred from deep within, a fast approaching wave, and Megumi's whole body tenses. Cunt puffier with each shunt of Yuuji's fingers.
Sukuna's swollen cock pulses under his ass, it nearly hurts, and his breath is whiny next to Megumi's ear. Yuuji looks like an animal peering down, eyes darting back and forth, the ghost of an open-mouthed maniacal grin pricking at the corners of his lips. He raises his brows, knowing that he's about to coax something out of Megumi that he's not going to see coming.
When Megumi cums, its with a cry that doesn't even sound like him. He sounds like a girl, so effeminate and broken that Yuuji nearly takes pity on him. He nearly stops. Instead, the sloshing of squirt splashing out of his poor pussy fills the room. It coats Yuuji's hand and arm, Megumi's own tummy and thighs. It spills over Sukuna's crotch, and his pants cling tighter to his cock. Warm, wet, messy. The tidal wave of Megumi's orgasm comes and goes, lulls against the shore, and retreats from his nervous system. All the while, Yuuji keeps finger-fucking his poor pussy.
It's to the point of overstimulation. Cries turn to sobs, squirming gets more violent in Sukuna's hold. Yuuji's hand on his nape keeps him from running from it. No, it pushes him further, back down on his hand, clit abused and swollen and sloppy. Sukuna seems to understand before Megumi does, and sneaks one hand down to the gradual swell of his tummy, just below his belly button, slight pressure like a threat- one that Megumi finally understands. "No, no, nononono please." Neither brother listens. Sukuna presses, hard enough to feel pressure where it shouldn't be, and Yuuji jerks his fist, like he's trying to shake the stupid out of Megumi’s pretty little head.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let it happen, it's okay, we won't tease. It'll be cute." Sickly sweet, a hint of pseudo-affectionate condescension. "That wasn't enough, my brother wants more, he wants to be fucking soaked. Don't you, baby? Say it."
Sukuna doesn't hesitate. "Yeah Yuuji, need it all over me." He doesn't pull away from Megumi, he speaks directly into his ear, makes it wet with desperate pants, with spit-slick lips that graze against it with every word. "Please princess? I don't care what it is," and a shuddering breath. "Anything. I don't care. Squirt for me, piss yourself, just please."
"I care," Yuuji butts in, brutish and arrogant. "I fuckin' care. You're gonna piss all over him, and its gonna feel so good." It's all growing to be too much, too overwhelming, a crescendo of stimulation that has Megumi on the verge of tears as he tries to shake his head. His words are stifled, pathetic hiccuped cries take their place, incoherent little noises that almost sound like protests. Megumi wails and he feels it, the oncoming rush, a shift in his muscles as they constrict all at once, the suffocating heat in his veins, a fever, a pulsing breath, and then release.
The fever flows, and it all falls out of him with a choked sob. A loss of motor function so humiliating that his body jerks in an effort to cover his face. A poor animal caught in a snare, and Megumi's all but a puddle instead. The shame is immediate, deep enough to drown in, hot enough to scorch his ego, and Yuuji won't shut the fuck up about it either.
"Thaaat's it, yeah? Feels good doesn't it? Say it feels good, you love it." Megumi can't move, can't speak, can't think, it comes out all stupid.
"I- uhhh," Yuuji's hand leaves him empty, returns with soft full-handed slaps and smears. Like he's playing in Megumi's little mess. His body jerks, he whines, tries to shy away. "Yuu- Yuuji, stop. M'empty."
"That's not what I asked though," and Megumi swallows his shame.
"Felt good. Really good." Megumi can barely breath as he’s coming back down to Earth. Yuuji helps, grabs his forearm, and pulls him to his feet. He’s shaky on his feet, like a baby deer, and Yuuji leads him. He practically floats to the bed where Yuuji places him. Gently, then Yuuji’s turning away from him and moving back toward Sukuna.
The shift is quick, Sukuna springing from his spot on the chair, and falling to his knees at Yuuji's feet. Megumi can't really see, but he hears a zipper, and then Yuuji's turning in place and pointing at the spot now in front of him. He snaps twice, then points again, and waits. Slowly, Sukuna crawls, real pathetic-like, puppy eyes, never straying from the heavy cock now hanging out Yuuji's pants. He's got it held in a fist, and gingerly runs the other through Sukuna's hair, softly coos down at him, like he's cute. He is cute. Those pretty eyes, so cock drunk already, licking his lips. Expectant and greedy.
Megumi leans back on his elbows, peers through his eyelashes, heavy still with tears. Megumi's breath hitches when Sukuna leans into Yuuji and fucking sniffs. Yuuji laughs. Genuinely.
"Seriously?" Sukuna cranes his neck to look up at him, and he's silent. Yuuji's grin melts into a frown. "Didn't know my brother was such a dirty slut. You like how I smell?" Sukuna's like a different person, turning his head and nuzzling at the base, burying his face in Yuuji's balls. The length of it strains against his cheek. "What does your Daddy smell like, hm?" Yuuji palms the back of his skull and pushes him farther into his crotch. Sukuna moans right into it. "Does he smell like a real man? Stick out your tongue."
Sukuna's reply is muffled, something close to mhmm, and then he's lapping at him, starved. Yuuji gets a better grip on Sukuna's head, holds him still, and moves his hips, grinds on his tongue, really fucking sloppy.
"Suck," and Sukuna takes one into his mouth, closes his lips, suckles, and it's the nastiest slurping sound Megumi's ever heard in his life. He lets his lips curl up, smug disgust. Still, he can't deny it, the fire at his core is already spurring back to life, so warm and needy, begging to be touched. He squirms, subconsciously moves his hips, mewls so softly. Sukuna's louder. Megumi scoots farther from the edge of the bed and brings his legs with him. With thighs still fixated on where Sukuna's being defiled by his own brother. Megumi can't help it, his hand sneaks down between his thighs, and slips a finger down the seam of his pussy, still so sensitive, still so good. He grazes over his clit, and his head falls back with a sigh, chest heavy, heart fluttering in his ribcage.
Meanwhile, the show goes on in front of him, something so wrong, so ugly, so salacious. If the twins harbor any guilt, any disgust with themselves, they've suppressed it deep within. Or maybe, that shame is the exact thing getting them off. Twin fucking perverts. The groaning coming from Yuuji, the wet bubbling of spit soaking Sukuna's chin and nose. It's unlike anything Megumi's ever seen before, and he's hooked.
Sukuna's pulled away by the hair, a startled whine, a filthy pop of lost suction, only to have that heavy cock tapped against his cheek. Yuuji looks sadistic, a shit-eating grin, a shadow cast over his eyes, like a monster. It sounds hollow, wet with precum sticking to Sukuna's skin, drool spreading and pulling like honey, and he's giggling. Sukuna's pressing into each light slap, and looking up at Yuuji with these twinkles in his eyes, and Megumi's in utter shock. No, awe.
Megumi dips a finger inside himself, crooks it, strokes the velvet flesh of his walls, lets his slick palm slip across his clit in slow, lazy smears. Swirls of hot pleasure, spilling over, and he's rolling his hips with quick light breaths that are lost in the tsunami of filthy noise.
Yuuji's moved both hands to Sukuna's head by the time it all comes back into focus, holding him still as he sways his hips back and forth. Yuuji's watching with a sick sort of satisfaction as that pink tongue lolls out of his mouth, it makes his brother look like a little fuck doll. His own face staring back up at him, dumb and ripe. His cock ghosts over Sukuna's tongue with each pass, a tease, and Sukuna tries his best to chase it, saying aaaah all along.
Then, finally, finally, he's given what he's been begging for. The head, a taste, swollen and heavy between closed lips, and Yuuji's groaning at the heat of it. More slurping as Sukuna sucks, bobs his head just barely, squeezes the meat of Yuuji's thighs with both hands, before letting them creep up and around to his ass. Another squeeze, tighter this time. Yuuji lets him indulge, doesn't chastise him for touching without permission, just enjoys the ride as he watches and savors the heated sensation of a tongue twirling around the tip of his cock. Sukuna's humming and whining, sending vibrations up Yuuji's spine no doubt, and then he's taking him deeper, to the back of his throat, teasing at his tonsils. One hand moves to wrap further around the back to cup Yuuji's balls, a massage of gentle groping, unskilled and clumsy like its more for his own enjoyment rather than Yuuji's. Megumi can't find it in him to be surprised anymore.
Still, he's eager. Too eager, and Megumi knows, he's positive, that this isn’t the first time this has happened. Sukuna's sucked cock before, he does it like a fucking whore, with spit falling from the corners of his lips. He isn't trying to be neat, he seems to know that's not how Yuuji likes it. No, Yuuji must like it fucking nasty, and his brother knows how to please him. The cants of his head in time with the twists of his hand, fluid motions, like an expert. Hell, if the groans coming out of Yuuji's mouth are anything to go by, Sukuna might even be better at it than Megumi.
It's unfounded, the way jealousy races through Megumi at that. How the fuck does Sukuna get off on this feeling? It only fills Megumi with rage. Blood pumping, a rush of adrenaline, and Megumi's yelling before he can think better of it.
"Hey!" Sukuna doesn't pay him any mind, while Yuuji looks his way with a cocked eyebrow.
"Yeah baby?" And Megumi realizes that he'd had no idea where he was going with that. He'd drawn attention to himself with no plan, not entirely sure what he actually wanted, just a sick, humiliating desperation for attention.
Still, Yuuji knows. "Miss your Daddy?"
Megumi can only gawk at that. The audacity. The fucking audacity. His stomach jumps though, it does a somersault, and his veins run hot in a flash boil. He's not sure if it's anger or arousal, and that terrifies him. Still, he's shaking his head, gradually increasing in intensity, impatience rising quick. "You're not my Daddy," but Yuuji's still grinning, like he knows better, and perhaps he does.
"Uh huh." Yuuji looks at his face only one beat longer before his gaze is falling down between Megumi's legs to the mess he'd made of himself. "You sure?"
Well, Megumi's not sure. He pauses for a moment.
But before he can unpack his uncertainty in any meaningful capacity, Yuuji's looking away, back down at his cock drunk brother, his own reflection but stupid. Sukuna's eyes are glazed over, no consciousness nor ego behind them, it's all melted away by now. Sukuna is long gone, replaced by Yuuji's very own pet that's even humping his shoe now.
Cute.
Yuuji knows what would be cuter though. Real fucking cute.
He grabs Sukuna, a hand around the nape of his neck, scruffs him like a dog, it makes Sukuna whine like one too.
Yuuji walks his little mutt to its next meal. A sweet one, like honey. But first, Yuuji needs to catch it for him. He holds Sukuna still, on his hands and knees, and reaches for Megumi with his free hand- he yanks him with a fist around one ankle, drawing out a shriek of surprise.
Suddenly, Megumi is no longer a third party observer. Yuuji's offering him up on a silver platter to a ravenous animal. An animal that Yuuji shoves hard- and lands face first in pussy.
There is the slightest moment of hesitation from Sukuna, maybe its surprise. One second he's in a trance, the next he can't see anything. His cheeks are sticky, slick covers everything, he can't breathe at all- it covers his nostrils too. His hesitation snaps, and then he's devouring, groaning and also somehow whimpering. Its all still muffled too, it only sounds like he's blowing fucking bubbles. Sloppy, uncoordinated, virginal, eyes wide open and locked on Megumi's face now, like he wants to know if he's doing it right. Megumi answers Sukuna with a few nods, a little stuttered breath, curled toes, and some labored words of encouragement.
"Good puppy. Fuck-," and Sukuna flexes his tongue for more pressure, small focused strokes on Megumi's little clit. That spot that makes his field of vision narrow with bursts of stars.
Megumi meets him halfway, short rolls of his hips to grind slow, careful not to stray too far. It's better than he was expecting, Sukuna had never eaten him out before- Megumi had taken him to be a selfish lover. But his technique is precise, uniquely Sukuna. And yet, not enough. The pressure, Megumi needs more of it, just a little bit more- and then Yuuji's palm finds Sukuna's skull. First Yuuji pulls, and the web of mess that sticks to Sukuna's face is vile, even more disgusting is the way his tongue stretches to still lick at Megumi's clit, desperate for another taste. He's only able to reach with the tip of it, flexing and flicking pathetically. He's straining to keep his mouth open, saying aaaah just to please Megumi that much more. So eager.
Megumi helps too, shifting his weight to bounce his hips on Sukuna's poor tongue, circles to meet the flicks as well. Yuuji's snickering, enjoying the ride and spitting on his fingers
"Putting on such a good show, makin’ your Daddy so jealous." The hum against Megumi's cunt isn't one of surprise, more of appreciation for the assistance. So gracious. Like he couldn't have done it without his brother's generosity. His nose is pressed to the swell of Megumi's pubic bone, the cartilage giving way to the force from Yuuji's hold on him.
Demeaning, that's what it is. Like Sukuna is a vibrator, humming contentedly, groaning, fucking purring. He's right where he belongs. And then, hidden under all those filthy noises, Sukuna makes a new one- a drawn out effeminate whine. He tenses up, Megumi feels it in the way that hot tongue stutters on his clit, and then he hears Yuuji, shhhh, softly.
Sukuna's being fucked open, bouncing back on his brother's fingers, they're gently curling, then scissoring too. He finds his focus again, goes back to licking at and groaning against Megumi, and what a sight it all is.
It's something that Megumi had never expected to see, Sukuna on his hands and knees, driven to madness, bitched in every sense of the word, and loving every fucking second. Megumi can't watch anymore. It sickening, it's disgusting, it's wrong. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and Sukuna knows it too as he's looking up at him through thick, dark, wet eye lashes and- is that mascara? Fuck, and Sukuna's squeezing his eyes shut as Yuuji slips another finger in and then leans in close to whisper into into the back of his neck. He asks him what he's thinking about, what's on your mind baby? As if Sukuna would pull back from Megumi's pussy, too ravenous, like a mutt with it's face in it's food bowl.
"Daddy's gonna fuck you, he loves you that much. Do you know that?" There's smudges under Sukuna's glassy eyes, black flakes on wet and splotchy cheeks, and he nods. "Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy loose."
That seems to be Sukuna's limit, his masculinity finally wounded, and he fucking growls, he sounds like he wants to snap at Yuuji, though he can't with a face full of spit and pussy. Yuuji's other hand trails down and around to Sukuna's front, searching blindly, as he holds Sukuna still with the weight of his body. Sukuna's trying to buck him off but he's pinned, at his brother's mercy, and then the head of his cock's being played with, fondled, fingers slippery with his own precum. Circling, pulling, pinching, fucking molesting him.
Sukuna can't help it, he pushes into the little touches, desperately filthy, and the growls are turning sweet again for Daddy in no time. "You go dumb like a dog when your clit's gettin' played with." His fist closes around Sukuna's cock and starts twisting wetly, squeezing and slipping, coaxing rolls from Sukuna's hips and moans from his mouth. Sukuna's unfazed now, nodding, humping, murmuring, and crying for it. Megumi's gawking. "That's okay baby, Daddy still loves you," and Sukuna sobs, managing to pull away for a sloppy breath and barely gasp a couple of words before he's being shoved back into Megumi's pussy.
Thank you.
Yuuji hums, unimpressed, keeps that one hand playing with his brother's leaking clit, and pulls his other fingers out of his ass. cock. He pumps it a few times, spreads the spit as thick as it allows, then shuffles behind Sukuna and lines up.
Yuuji grasps the meat of one of Sukuna's cheeks, digs his nails in, groans, slaps it too and watches the flesh recoil. "Look at that Megumi, he was made for this wasn't he?" Megumi almost doesn't hear him, so used to Yuuji ignoring him, he'd figured that the question was rhetorical. He realizes his mistake when Yuuji looks up at him. The only sound is Sukuna sucking on Megumi's clit like it might start leaking sweet milk. "You wish this was you don't you, I know, you haven't let anyone else do to you what I did to you?" Megumi's eyes go wide, shy from the attention, lost for words, scared to tell Yuuji the truth. Yuuji grins at the look on his face. "I'm right aren't I? What was it you said to him? You could never fuck me like your brother does?"
Megumi shuts his eyes. Sukuna's nibbling at his clit, teething and it's properly distracting. Overstimulating. Megumi's socked foot finds Sukuna's shoulder and pushes, desperately tries to get him off his clit. Sukuna's mouth, Yuuji's words, Megumi's already gonna cum again, piss himself again. Poor thing.
"Why are you struggling? Are you scared of what I do to you? I'm not even touching you, Daddy's just talking, baby." He's just talking, that's all, and it's going straight to Megumi's core. Yuuji guides his cock to rest against Sukuna's rim. It catches and Sukuna cries, pushes forward against Megumi's foot to get away. Yuuji pays him no mind, gently guides Sukuna back with a loose but firm hold on his waist, still looking at Megumi. "Turns out no one can fuck him like his own brother can either." Yuuji keeps kneading and tugging, spreading Sukuna's ass to get a look at the way that little hole is fluttering just for him, begging to finally be stretched and stuffed properly. Yuuji pulls his brother a little closer, lets him feel the pressure of the fat head of his cock, the sheer size of what's he's going to give him. "No one can stuff his pussy full for the first time and fuckin' breed it like his Daddy can." Yuuji keeps Sukuna spread and starts to press in. He ignores Sukuna's muffled pleading, begging for more,"It's disgusting, really. He's a nasty pervert and you're no better than him, Megumi. How does it feel to be seen as what you really are? Does it get you fuckin' soaked? I bet it does, I know it does. Fuck. Spread that fuckin' pussy baby," and Megumi does as he's told.
He spreads his pussy with two fingers, opens himself up to Sukuna even more, and Sukuna seizes the opportunity. He shifts his weight to one hand, and grasps the inside of Megumi's thigh with the other, spreads that open too, no getting away this time, and fucking devours him. Megumi practically screams, flails, tries to kick him off. He braces a palm on Sukuna's forehead and tries to push that too, but it only makes the suction more intense. It just makes Sukuna wrap his arm around Megumi's other leg, pull, only makes him suck harder, and then Yuuji's pressing into him, slow.
Sukuna loses concentration, slack jaw, he gasps and gets a mouthful of mess. All the filthy noises he'd been making come to a stop, and the lower half of his face just presses into the heat between Megumi's legs. Megumi whines, not fair, childish, like Sukuna had been given a toy that he'd seen first. He'd been overstimulated, yes, but to have his climax snatched away too? Not fucking fair. Megumi braces with his foot for leverage and grinds, up and down, uses Sukuna's nose on his clit, fucks his pussy on the tongue hanging limply out of its mouth. Sukuna's hand slips from around Megumi's thigh when Yuuji finally sheathes himself to the hilt. Megumi doesn't care at first, starts to let the it slip closed, but Yuuji is still looking at him- between his legs. He wants an uncoordinated, frantic show of desperation, Megumi just knows, and so he gives him that. He loops his own arm under his leg and hikes it back up toward his torso, gives Yuuji a good view of his reddened, puffy little pussy, shows him how good of a job his dear brother had been doing, and Sukuna shifts forward to follow.
Or rather, Yuuji fucks him forward. He's snapping his hips against his brothers ass, a slow pace of mean thrusts that gives Sukuna just enough time to gasp for a breath, and allows Yuuji a another glimpse of Megumi's cunt before forcing Sukuna forward again, tongue first. "Shit, Sukuna, this pussy's so fuckin' tight. So tight for your Daddy, so good, just like that baby. Yeah, just fuckin' like that." Sukuna listens to it all, his head empties, he melts, lets Yuuji completely defile him. "All those times you invited me to your hook-ups, this is what you'd wanted all along. You wanted to be where they were, wanted your pussy to be the one wrapped around my cock- Fuck, all you had to do was ask. That's all it took, isn't this better? Doesn't it feel good to let me do this to you? To let me turn you from a virgin to a cum dump?" Sukuna's eyes are still closed, more tears slipping down his cheeks, so sweet, and nodding along dumbly to every demeaning question Yuuji's asking him. "That's dirty, you should be ashamed of yourself. Are you ashamed? Am I embarrassing you in front of Megumi?" Sukuna closes his eyes tighter, then opens them and meet's Megumi's smug gaze. That gaze, it's full of genuine disgust too, and that makes Sukuna's cock leak even more, he's making his own mess on the wood floor now, a little puddle. "Apologize to him, tell Megumi you're sorry for lying to him all this time. Tell him this is who you've really been all along- your pussy is Daddy's too now, yeah?"
Sukuna doesn't say it, a fraction of his pride still hanging on by a thread, only keeps his mouth open for Megumi to keep riding. Yuuji isn't satisfied though, his fingers find where Sukuna and Megumi are joined, wedge between them, shove into Sukuna's mouth and pull. He hooks him like a fish, prods around at the wet flesh of his inner cheek like a pervert, and Sukuna's tongue is lolling out of his mouth all over again, straining and reaching pathetically.
"Say it," and Sukuna groans around the fingers in response, open-mouthed, he pants with his tongue still out. It's airy, it sounds filthy, just like how it looks.
"Uh." Megumi can tell what Sukuna's trying to say, no, he's trying the best he can to enunciate but its impossible for Sukuna to speak clearly when he's held like this- Yuuji pulls his mouth again, not satisfied. It's like Sukuna's got a muzzle on, a leash too- it infuriates him. He's being treated like an animal, an untrained mutt, being told to speak so he can be rewarded, and its making him want to bite like one too.
Megumi can tell Sukuna's fighting with himself, its written all over his face, his body language is seeped in self-disgust, every nerve cell in his brain alight with hot electricity. A shock down his spine. His ego is rearing its ugly head again, not quite tamed yet, but Yuuji's smiling. He's reveling in it, enjoying every second of peeling away the layers of Sukuna's self-absorbed act. "Not ready?" Sukuna just huffs as an answer, but also presses his ass back. As if to silently beg for it, for Yuuji to give in to him instead. "You're not in charge right now, say it or I'll fuck Megumi instead. Is that what you want?" and Sukuna whines, probably unintentionally because his eyes go wide at the sound. It's not like he can stifle any noises with his mouth stretched like this.
“Uh-uh.” It’s a struggle for Sukuna to get it out, like he’s wrestling with his own dignity. Megumi's can't help but giggle, he could get used to this, seeing Sukuna so pathetic, so erotic and pliant, so-
“You look small.” Sukuna gasps, almost like gurgling around intrusive fingers, then fucking whimpers. He sounds wounded, maybe he is. Megumi knows that he just hit him where it hurts, and he’s crumbling, shrinking into this sick fantasy. Right where he belongs. “Do you feel small Sukuna?”
Yuuji drags his fingers down Sukuna’s tongue, scoops, and brings a palm-full of spit back to his own cock.
“Yeah,” Sukuna says, his voice is scratchy and labored, like he’s run a marathon. Or rather, like he is so turned on that he could cum untouched. He’s desperate now. “I’m sorry, Megumi. For lying, for wanting Yuuji, for even looking at you and thinking I had a chance. P-fuck,” Yuuji’s rubbing his thumb along Sukuna’s rim, like he’s about to press it in alongside his cock. He doesn’t. “Please let Yuuji fuck me instead. Just this once.”
Megumi smiles, proud, elated, sated. Generous. “Fine.”
It's with the help of Megumi's socked foot and Yuuji's body weight that Sukuna's cheek meets the cold, hardwood floor. He's kept there, strained, his knees ache where the surface gives nothing. Like bone on concrete. It hurts and Sukuna fucking loves it. He loves that Yuuji, a boy that he watched grow into a man, always in his shadow and following his every move, always yearning to be just like his big brother, has grown into this thing that can tower over him. Figuratively and literally.
That is what it is, that is what is rewiring Sukuna right now- Yuuji seeing something from the surface that Sukuna does not even see himself, seeing him for what he really is. Degeneracy to the most vile degree. A need to be put in his place, to be proven wrong, to be at the mercy of someone he'd so firmly thought himself to be above. Its hot, its demeaning, shameful, and fucking addicting. To be knocked down and treated in a way so contrary to his innate sense of superiority. And finally, to let it all happen, to be willingly subjected to such perversion. Sukuna can't help but be disgusted, and yet through it all, he just moans, open-mouthed, into a puddle of his own drool. Megumi can’t help but push his face around in it a little more, salt in the wound, and coo down at him like it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. It is. Cute.
“Gross, baby. I can’t believe you like this.” Megumi’s discovering more about himself too. He feels it all buried within, breaking the surface as a grin, as more pressure through his foot, a little giggle. It’s all a visceral reaction bubbling inside, like a kettle that’s been whistling too long, ready to boil over, splatter, make a mess. A nasty thing. Sukuna will love it too, he knows it. That sick fuck.
It all sends Megumi scrambling back up the bed. He opens the drawer in his bed side table and searches blindly for it, not wanting to look away from the show. Yuuji pays him no attention, he’s completely enthralled with taking his brother apart, spreading his quivering thighs with a firm nudge of his knee, never stuttering or faltering in his rhythm. There’s a shadow over his face, Megumi can’t tell if he’s imagining it or not. It’s all too poetic.
Megumi finds what he’s looking for. A dildo, fat and disgustingly long, clear and full of glitter. He doesn’t bother grabbing the lube, he’s plenty wet already. He can take it, he’s taken bigger, he just needs to start slow.
So that’s what he does. He goes slow when he’s back in position, pussy spread in plain view. Megumi knows what Yuuji will love, what will get his attention. The only thing Megumi loves more than attention is a voyeur, arguably one in the same. He knows what they want to see- even if they themselves dont even know it yet.
They’ll know once they see it, and luckily, Megumi loves to make a scene.
He squeezes his own thigh to show how the fat of them sits pretty between his fingers. He licks the dildo from base to tip, then keeps the head on his tongue. He shakes his head back and forth, real slow with a certain cadence, says aaaah, and Yuuji finally looks at him.
There he is, eyes wide, entranced. He keeps fucking his brother though. Megumi doesn’t let that distract him, he chocks it up to Yuuji’s natural gift for multitasking.
That’s when he closes his lips around it, makes sure there's enough spit to make it noisy, then takes it in further. To the base. He doesn’t gag either. That’s all it takes, Yuuji’s losing focus, falling out of rhythm, ignoring Sukuna’s little pleas. Megumi takes his time pulling it out too, gathers more saliva in his mouth, and make sure it sticks to the dildo when he lets it go with a pop. It’s nasty, too heavy, a lot of it just falls and lands on his chest. Yuuji doesn’t seem to care. He just keeps staring, from the puddle of drool, to the red tint of his swollen lips, to the dildo that now glistens with more than just glitter.
“You like me like this Daddy?” Megumi can’t even believe this shit is coming out of his mouth. He’s fully immersed in Sukuna’s fantasy now, indulging a sick depravity that is now festering inside him. It makes him throb harder, his toes curl, and he brings the dildo down lower. “Wish this was you.” He drags the head down his inner thigh, along the gradient that is growing pinker as he gets closer to his cunt. Yuuji just swallows, then opens his mouth.
“Next time, baby. Daddy’ll fuck you n’ Sukuna’s gonna watch.”
He nods, and then the head of the dildo reaches reaches his center. He pauses and listens, he hears the smack of Yuuji’s hips against Sukuna’s ass, the grunts that are muffled by the hardwood. It’s beautiful, it makes him leak, like something out of a wet dream. He takes a moment to appreciate the situation he’s been blessed with. Twin brothers fucking each other because of a fight over him. His ego feels huge, his eyes glaze over, fuck, there’s simply nothing like this feeling. This power. All the pussy Sukuna’s fucked and now he’s at Megumi’s feet.
Amongst his disbelieving satisfaction, that spoiled brat voice in his head pipes up. Well of course it’s me. Who else could get him pathetic like this? He splits his pussy with the fat head and slides it in. It goes about half way in, he takes a breath, then buries it.
“Fuck.” Megumi doesn’t mean to say it, its involuntary, but it gets Sukuna’s attention. It tries to lift his head, but is flattened again by a hard thrust.
Sukuna’s sliding around, no grip, completely at the mercy of his brother’s cock. He feels small like this. He can only whine and groan and get out sad excuses for words like Yuu-, Pl-, and Dad-.
Dad. Sukuna’s too gone to realize what he’d said, even if it was incomplete, and questionably unintentional. Yuuji and Megumi hear it, and that’s all that matters. Frankly, this night is not going at all where Megumi was expecting. Never in a million years could he have predicted that Sukuna would be whimpering on his floor, getting railed by a man identical to him, and calling him his fucking dad.
His pussy tightens up around the dildo and it takes an impressive show of strength to keep it from being pushed out. Megumi whines as he fights against his own muscles, he tries to relax, takes a deep, steady breath amongst the short and shallow ones. He manages, and slides it back in deep, stuffs himself full again, and pretends it’s his Daddy’s cock instead. His own mind is spiraling out of control, nose diving.
He’s getting close, growing tired of holding it in, he wants to let go so bad. He still just watches, and he’s realizing that this is the feeling that Sukuna’s addicted to, ashamed of, and he would do anything to feel it.
And maybe, the last step of his sick fantasy is this. To end up where Megumi was. Sukuna was never jealous of his brother, he wanted to be the one hanging off that cock. Yeah, Megumi finally gets it. It all comes down to one thing- to be the one to win in the end, no matter what that looks like.
He matches Yuuji’s pace as best he can, he’s speeding up and Megumi’s arm is aching from trying to keep up. He can barely keep his eyes open, his vision is narrowing and he’s dizzy. Yeah, that’s the word. Spinning and light headed and dizzy and everything is shattering. His focus, his resolve, his consciousness and ego, all down the drain with his shame. All he has now is the sounds. Wet smacks each time Yuuji bottoms out, the nasty slide of his hand playing with Sukuna’s clit.
Megumi feels gross just watching, that in and of itself is pushing him further to the edge. He feels like they’re all falling, off a cliff and down to a hole they can’t climb out of, a point of no return, a place where Sukuna’s been fucked complacent and Megumi just wants to see it again and again. Even the passive participation is enough to give him a high, the best power trip of his life, and it’s a feeling that’s mixing dangerously with his sexual gratification. Interwoven in a way it can never be untangled.
Megumi’s drifting in and out of focus, losing pieces of himself, and everything getting brighter, everything’s getting darker too. He’s making noises that he knows the brothers can hear, ones that tell them he’s getting close now, too close. That the show is about to start.
Megumi’s toes curl, he feels the pressure in his pelvis. “M’gonna cum,” and his little whines go quiet. The only sound left, spare for the wet slips of his dildo, are the filthy noises coming from the twins. Yuuji groaning, curled over Sukuna, starting to hump him sporadically, one hand sneaking back around to Sukuna’s front. Sukuna’s starting to cry and beg Yuuji for more, daddy please, hiccuping and gasping for air that still isn’t enough. Muscles flexing, glistening, and then somehow Yuuji’s pulling Sukuna’s head up off the floor, just high enough to let him watch. He’s allowed that, at least.
Yuuji cranes his neck to watch too, and both of them look just like puppies, awe and lust on their faces, both of them pliant and melting. Surreal, two men with larger-than-life egos. At his feet. Well, at his pussy. And he cums on them.
Yuuji’s eyes widen at the stream of clear release coming toward them, he smiles too, proud. Sukuna opens his mouth. Megumi’s cunt tightens up again, like a vice, and pushes the dildo out too. Megumi had no idea his pussy was capable of launching a projectile. And yet it did. And it lands on the suction cup. Right in front of Sukuna. Sukuna’s eyes track the movement, and he lurches forward once it lands. He rips his head clear from Yuuji’s fist, probably losing a few dusty pink hairs in the process.
He lands face first on the dildo, there’s a disgusting slurping sound accompanying Sukuna’s moans as he buries it in his throat. Megumi’s fighting his orgasm to keep his eyes open because what the fuck. Though Megumi’s also not surprised at all. Sick fuck.
Yuuji cums next, a strangled oh fuuuck, and he pushes in, to the hilt, he overpowers every muscle in Sukuna’s body that is flexing and tightening as he gags and desperately tries to take the dildo in deeper, and cries when he cant. He needs his Daddy’s help, and through the fog of Yuuji’s orgasm, he draws out a little and slams back in with enough force to get Sukuna’s nose against the floor.
Sukuna’s knees close, he goes limp on Yuuji’s cock, his whole torso dead weight and he paints the floor under him milky white. Yuuji doesn’t even try to support him, only grinds against Sukuna with these minuscule ruts, and reaches down to hold the back of his trembling thigh with a wide grip, trying to push Sukuna open again. As if that will help him go deeper. Man’s simple delusions.
And as Megumi is coming down, he’s staring at the twins as they breathe heavy, Yuuji collapses on top of Sukuna, spent. He can hear Yuuji whispering something in Sukuna’s ear, something dirty or just praise, Megumi’s not sure, but he’s realizing that he didn’t actually get fucked and he’s filled with rage.
No one borrowed his fucking pussy.