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Yuuji was kissing down Megumi’s chest, paying extra attention to where his ribcage, abs, and hipbones were. His kissed the scar on his stomach, and Megumi shivered. Yuuji helped Megumi take his boxers off, finding home between his legs. His eyes stayed on Megumi’s as he sucked on his bottom growth, almost two decades of experience being on his side. Megumi moaned, a hand finding its way into Yuuji’s soft locks, enjoying the feel of his natural hair without gel in it. His hair was getting long, Megumi thought to himself. Megumi’s breath hitched as two fingers entered him at once, spreading him open. Maybe it was an age thing, but Megumi didn’t get nearly as wet as he did in his early 20’s, but Yuuji got over it after Megumi said it was his age and not Yuuji’s performance.
Yuuji wish he understood, but his body didn’t age the same way Megumi’s did. That was another thing Yuuji hated and he tried to not think too hard on it. Megumi was still as attractive as ever, even as a 36 year old, but Yuuji didn’t look a day over 22. Megumi noticed it, how he was getting wrinkles, his stamina was slowing a little, and his hair had flakes of grey. Meanwhile, Yuuji still had the same energy and appearance of a young 20 year old. Yuuji could tell it embarrassed Megumi a little bit to hold hands or go on dates in public, afraid that people would think he was dating a man significantly younger than himself, but Yuuji never had a problem with it. He knew their relationship, and it didn’t matter to him what anyone else thought about it. Megumi pulled on his hair, signaling he was ready, and Yuuji popped off of him, a trail of saliva still connecting him to his husband’s cock. Yuuji wiped his mouth before kissing Megumi’s cheek, guiding his hard cock in between Megumi’s legs. Yuuji guided one of Megumi’s legs to his chest and pushed his cock inside his lover. Megumi groaned, a hand reaching to grip Yuuji’s wrist.
“God baby, you’re so warm inside,” Yuuji moaned, trying to hold back. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
Megumi nodded, his face heating up.
Yuuji rubbed one of his nipples with his thumb, a finger tracing over his top surgery scars. Megumi’s back arched and Yuuji took this opportunity to push all the way in. Megumi gasped, Yuuji’s cockhead brushing his cervix. Megumi had to focus, he always felt himself getting lost in his head during sex, especially lately. It felt so good but Megumi always felt the need to perform. Yuuji reassured him time and time again that he didn’t want that, so Megumi tried to act natural. Yuuji licked his fingers and took Megumi’s growth in between two of his knuckles, stroking him off. Megumi’s body went on autopilot, clenching around Yuuji and chasing the pleasure that was forming in his gut.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so hard. And you’re fucking creaming on my dick.” Megumi looked down where the two of them were connected, and sure enough, there was a creamy substance coating Yuuji’s cock. Megumi groaned and threw his head back, his hand leaving Yuuji’s wrist to cling to the sheets next to him. It was overwhelming, sex with Yuuji generally was. It was too much but also not nearly enough, all at once. Yuuji buried his head in Megumi’s neck, panting against it. Megumi weakly placed a hand on his back, keeping him close to Megumi. Megumi’s heart was beating so fast, he felt so safe when Yuuji’s weight was pressed tightly against him. Yuuji was moaning in his ear, and Megumi started squirming, all of the stimuli starting to become too much. Yuuji cooed in his ear, halting his abuse on his cock and rubbing his hipbone instead. Megumi appreciated that, Yuuji knew his body so well, but also just knew Megumi better than Megumi knew himself.
Yuuji sucked a hickey into Megumi’s neck and Megumi whined, his hand gripping Yuuji’s bicep and digging his nails into the flesh. Yuuji’s pace faltered and he pulled back, gripping Megumi’s hips and steadied himself. Megumi lifted himself up enough to kiss Yuuji, their teeth clinking together. It was messy, wet, and Megumi was ready to reach his release. He wrapped his arms around Yuuji’s neck, and was held up by Yuuji’s pure strength alone, and god did that turn Megumi on. Megumi closed his eyes and pressed the tip of his fingers on his lower stomach, swearing he could feel a bulge there. He focused on the cock sliding inside him, Yuuji’s breath wavering, and his own pleasure and he suddenly orgasmed, clamping down tight on Yuuji. Yuuji choked, his pace stuttering as he released inside Megumi. Megumi’s body vibrated, he loved when they came together. Yuuji’s hands ran over Megumi’s body, calming him down. Megumi pushed him off of him, feeling the loss of being full immediately. Yuuji helped clean Megumi up, then embraced Megumi. Yuuji traced the large scar on the side of his ribcage, muttering something about how gorgeous Megumi was. Megumi turned and faced him.
“Gorgeous?” Megumi kissed Yuuji’s nose. “I’m getting old, y’know.”
“You can still be old and gorgeous. And you’re still youthful to me.”
Megumi looked into Yuuji’s brown eyes. “Yuuji. It’s starting to become obvious that you’re not aging. Do we have to move again?”
Yuuji grumbled and pressed his forehead against Megumi’s. “But you hate moving. And I swear we just moved like three years ago. We’re gonna run out of land in Japan if we keep at moving at that rate.”
“We should move out in the country somewhere so nobody notices that I’m significantly older than you.”
“Megumi, we’re the same age.”
Megumi sighed. “You know what I mean, don’t get cocky with me. You’re going to put me in a nursing home one day and I’ll look like your dad.” Megumi cringed. “Or worse, your grandpa.”
“First off, I’m offended you would ever assume I would put you in a nursing home. Second of all,” Yuuji kissed the scars under Megumi’s eyes, “I’ve told you time and time again I don’t give a fuck what people think.”
“Language.”
“I’m serious! If people have a problem with it, that’s on them. I know in my heart that I have loved you since I was seventeen. At least, that’s when I was made aware of it, I probably loved you sooner than that. People grow old together, and that’s what we’re doing. You forget I’m 36 too. I can’t help what’s already been done. I’d say I wish I could age normally, but we probably wouldn’t both be alive right now if that was how life was meant to be. So I’m satisfied with the life I have, I wouldn’t change it if it meant I wouldn’t have you.”
Megumi poked Yuuji’s forehead and flipped over. Yuuji chuckled and pulled Megumi close to his chest, his silence meant he agreed with Yuuji.
Megumi listened to Yuuji’s breathing relax, little puffs of air tickling his ear, falling asleep easily. Megumi was restless though, his thoughts consuming his mind. Megumi lifted Yuuji’s arm up gently, checking to see if moving awoken him, and continued to leave the bed quietly. He grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser, put them on, and walked to their bathroom. He turned the faucet on and washed his face, looking at himself in the mirror. There was a new wrinkle by his nose, probably from how much Yuuji made him scrunch it. He sighed. It was unfair how he got to age and get old while Yuuji stayed the same, like a vampire. Now, in almost twenty years of being together, Yuuji had grown. His voice deepened a little, his muscle mass increased, and he grew maybe half an inch. Megumi chuckled, he secretly loved being taller than Yuuji. It was getting difficult for Megumi to keep up with Yuuji’s libido and overall energy, but that’s how Yuuji had always been. Megumi’s hands traced the multitude of scars Sukuna had left on his body and cringed. Why did Megumi’s body have to be ruined forever while Yuuji was almost a clean canvas? Megumi shook that thought out of his head, that was mean. Megumi ran over his top surgery scars, he got that done when he was 21. Yuuji took care of him the whole time he was healing, and that was when Megumi learned blood made Yuuji queasy. How ironic.
The door opened and Megumi turned around suddenly. It was Yuuji, who was in his boxers and scratching his stomach.
“I couldn’t smell your lotion anymore so it woke me up,” Yuuji mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He put his chin on Megumi’s shoulder. “Come back to bed?”
Megumi rubbed Yuuji’s hair. “Why do you love me even with my scars?”
Yuuji looked at Megumi through the mirror. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you could be with anyone. Someone flawless, funny,” he paused, “someone younger.”
Yuuji groaned. “Meguuuummiiii, please. You’re gonna be 80 one day and I’ll still look at you the way I did when you were seventeen. I’m aging mentally like you, I wish you would stop taking the physical aging thing to heart.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry, but it makes me feel like shit for something I can’t control.”
Megumi closed his eyes. “I know. I do this. I hate that I do this. Fuck.” Megumi pulled away from Yuuji and Yuuji grabbed his wrist.
“No, you are not running away from this. You’re safe, Megumi. I love you. I love us. This is the life I always dreamed of and you make every moment worth it, I can promise you that.”
“I can’t even give you the one thing you wanted.”
Yuuji blinked. “Megumi, you’re not talking about-“
“I am.”
Yuuji pinched his nose. “Megumi. Do you remember when you were eighteen and you told me you never wanted kids?” Megumi nodded. “I accepted that. I didn’t even think about having kids before or after that. You were right in not wanting to bring a kid into this world.” Yuuji scratched his head. “Wow, it’s been ten years since then. Anyway. When you found out you were pregnant, I was scared out of my mind. I was scared of what would happen to us, scared of not having freedom, and scared of how it would mentally affect you since you’re trans.”
Megumi kissed Yuuji’s cheek, catching the tear that had fallen there. “Continue.”
“But when I heard you screaming that night, my heart fell to the floor. I’ve never seen you like that before, even when Sukuna was messing with your mentality and body. Shoko told me I was more messed up about it than you were.” Yuuji pulled Megumi into an embrace. “Even if we can’t have a baby, I’m still happy. It wasn’t even meant to happen in the first place, so is it really a loss?”
Megumi poked Yuuji. “You would’ve loved to have a mini you running around.”
“Maybe, but not at the expense of your health. You love your space, a child would make sure you would have none of that.”
“Everyone experiences some form of loss when having a child. But you’re right, I probably would’ve hated being a parent. You would’ve been such a good dad, though.”
Yuuji picked up Megumi bridal style and kissed him, taking him back to bed. “Let’s go make a baby then.”
Megumi slapped Yuuji’s back. “Yuuji, you know I can’t have kids.” Megumi got a hysterectomy pretty soon after having his miscarriage, not wanting to chance having another pregnancy.
Yuuji shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. “Doesn’t mean I can’t try.”
Megumi giggled as Yuuji tossed him on the bed, pulling Yuuji into a deep kiss and preparing his brain for what Yuuji was about to do to him. Oh how he loved that boy with his whole heart.