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This was a pretty familiar arrangement. Megumi on occasion found himself tagging along during a fun excursion with Yuji. Sometimes it was the two of them, where Yuji led the way with varying amounts of excitement and vibrancy. Most times Nobara was there too, slightly antagonizing but all in good fun. Remaining mellow, Megumi slips right into these outings without issue. It's perfectly good entertainment and it's a pleasant social outing. Sometimes, Sukuna is invited. Or he invites himself, Megumi is never quite sure. Those times are… Better.
Better in the sense that Megumi was probably lucky to walk straight by the end of the night.
Sometimes Megumi feels a bit sly, or like a liar; he isn't sure if Yuji would mind, and he doesn't want to know if Yuji would mind, but he is sleeping with his best friend's brother right under his nose. They're always sneaking away when they're out with Yuji, or even on campus and hanging out. Sometimes it's a look Sukuna gives him, sometimes it's a touch. But it's enough to entice and set Megumi on fire before Sukuna slips away or excuses himself, and not too long after Megumi will slip away like the shadow he is. The first time was an accident, or at the very least unplanned. There were no subtle glances beforehand, in fact there was very little to alert Megumi of Sukuna's presence on his way back to his room. Megumi hadn't seen him at all that evening.
But being ambushed, pinned, and fucked within an inch of his life in a place they could be caught was not a bad start to their arrangement. Sometimes Megumi sneaks into his room, but the chance of being caught seems to be a thing they both chase despite the fact that a bed is more convenient. Not that the sex wasn't good in bed, but there was an adrenaline rush with the risk that couldn't be replaced.
Megumi at least wants to think he has some shame, but he doesn't. Deep down, he knows it. Each time he reappears at Yuji's side before Sukuna, cool as a cucumber while his heart is still racing, while his cunt is still throbbing, all he feels is sated and blissful.
This time around, it is the three of them— Megumi, Yuji, and Sukuna— and Megumi as always has no idea if Sukuna invited himself or if he was invited. Yuji didn't mention it when he asked Megumi to come along with him, and either way Megumi doesn't mind. The primary goal of their outing is to find birthday gifts for Nobara that she doesn't already have— or something she won't have in the next two months. Yuji was almost too observant in knowing things she wanted, and Nobara was very good at getting herself the things she wanted. This was the fifth time they were shopping for her. Megumi already bought an overpriced cologne that she liked but would never spend the money on, so he was safe.
Would Sukuna make this outing more difficult? Probably. But Megumi didn't care. He was out here for the day anyway, and if the brothers wanted to bicker— if Sukuna wanted to be a menace to his younger brother— then Megumi would stand back and laugh about it on the inside.
"Just buy her lingerie or something," Sukuna says once they're browsing a boutique. Five minutes in and he's already pestering Yuji. He picks up a thong and gently stretches it while he faces Megumi, Yuji's back to them. Megumi rolls his eyes. He wants to say he wouldn't be caught dead wearing one, but he's thought about it. Or more than thought about it. Sukuna tosses the offending garment before Yuji turns around.
"She'd probably get the wrong idea and strangle me with it. No thanks," Yuji says. Before the end of the second hour, he settles on a pricey designer bag and matching shoes, and they're out of there before Sukuna thinks of buying something for Megumi.
Next is the arcade, and just entering makes Megumi a bit antsy. It's dark as ever, a bar at the center with various games on three levels, one of them accessed from outside. It's dark enough to just find cover and hide out in the open, if someone isn't looking. Trailing behind Yuji and Sukuna, he chews on his bottom lip. It doesn't have to be that way, it doesn't, but it's rare for Sukuna to tag along, and rare that Megumi doesn't get enthralled into his little game of public sex. Their game, if he's honest with himself.
He's not. It's all Sukuna.
It's a bit early in the day for drinking, but that doesn't stop Sukuna. "I'm getting a drink, brats," he says as he walks past them and rustles Yuji's hair as he goes. Yuji slaps his bare arm away as he does, Sukuna's laugh echoing in their ears.
"Damn, he's annoying," Yuji mutters. He doesn't look that put out, however.
Megumi smiles a bit. "He could be worse. You could be arguing. Or fighting." Though Yuji is strong and has a decent build, Sukuna is built like a brick house. Whether it's a battle of sorcery or physical strength, Sukuna is likely to win between the two of them. As much as he is a top-tier sorcerer, Sukuna is perfectly capable of choking someone out instead, or just generally kicking their ass. Tall, massive arms, giant hands that hold Megumi tight at the waist, that settle tight on his jaw or around his throat—
"Fushiguro?"
"What?" He blinks several times, clearing his mind from the imaginations going on in there. He was staring straight through Yuji like he wasn't there and he's almost embarrassed. Almost.
"Wanna shoot some zombies? We can pair up. And you have shit aim so we can practice." Yuji grins as he says it, clearly just a tease rather than goading. Megumi's aim was terrible in these games, but he will always insist it's because it's unrealistic. That Yuji does just fine and Sukuna's aim is perfect doesn't count for anything. Megumi doesn't spend all his free time playing video games and sweating at the gym like those two do, either. So if anything, it's that.
Yeah.
Megumi saunters past Yuji and towards the back of the arcade where several shooting games wait. Yuji follows, and when Megumi stops at one, he is first to grab one of the wired guns. "You're pouting," Yuji says with a grin, shooting the screen after shoving tokens in for both of them. It's telling that Megumi didn't notice when Yuji left him to get the tokens in the first place.
Megumi picks up the second player gun and shoots to join. "I'm not. You're just a grinning idiot." He takes his stance to aim, and soon the game begins.
As per usual, he's not great. He's not terrible, but Yuji is saving his ass more often than not. Megumi could blame everything under the sun, but he does realize his aim is just terrible. He'll get better, eventually. Probably.
"Damn, you're fucking trash." Sukuna rests his arm on Megumi's shoulder as he shoots, his presence startling Megumi. It's loud in there, some pop music Megumi doesn't recognize blaring through the speakers, but Sukuna always manages to sneak up on him regardless of how loud the environment is.
"Fuck off," Megumi murmurs as he continues to shoot. He can smell the harsh bite of liquor from Sukuna's breath. There's a pause in enemies and he looks up at his smiling face. He wants to punch it as much as he wants to kiss it. It's maddening.
"Piss him off and he'll just get worse, you know." Yuji chuckles as he looks at the two of them. Megumi glares at him too, because this is not pick-on-Megumi hour.
"Here, let me help." Sukuna sets his drink down on the table beside the machine just as the annoying dialogue is starting to finish. He doesn't wait for Megumi to give him permission, just starts moving the other sorcerer as he sees fit. He shifts Megumi's feet and stance, changes the way his arms are held up and leaves his own bare arm beneath Megumi's. He's pressed tight behind him and it's absolutely setting Megumi off. He's too close and there's no way he can focus like this. Beside that, Sukuna shoots left-handed, and Megumi can't imagine this will be—
He shoots anyway and he does perfectly fine, aim moving under Sukuna's guidance like it's no trouble at all. Megumi can hear Yuji snickering a bit to the side despite his heart racing a bit, despite leaning back slightly into Sukuna's muscular chest. The heat of his body is making him blank out slightly, hardly paying attention to what is going on in the game. He might as well be limp, he reckons, but his body is learning Sukuna's movements and how he aims with him. "There you go," Sukuna whispers in his ear. Megumi inhales sharply, the touch of Sukuna's hand at his waist suddenly there. It's there and slowly shifting under his uniform top, fingertips grazing his navel. His palm is hot against Megumi's abdomen but his fingertips are ice cold from the cup he set down. "Just needed a guiding hand, right?" Megumi swallows, shakes his head. The sound of his voice is making him shiver, dropped an octave or two and reminiscent of sex and not of quiet teaching.
If Yuji's aware of what he's doing, he doesn't show it. This is the farthest Megumi has gotten in the game with him, and he seems to be enjoying it, focused heavily on the screen.
"If only it was a bit more crowded in here, I could just pull you aside and fuck you out here." Sukuna's lips are but a breath away from his ear, and Megumi feels himself close to trembling.
"Shut up," he hisses quietly. He does not want to grab Yuji's attention, but he doubts he could. The boss is up; short of a bomb going off, nothing will take his attention away.
"I could still just…" Sukuna's fingers dip beneath the waistband of his pants. His cunt throbs. As much as he wants Sukuna's fingers to continue down, to slip inside of him and stretch him open, he knows how bad of an idea that is. Sukuna's fingers slowly slip over the waistband of his underwear. He can feel Sukuna's lips curl into a grin as he feels it; it's lace beneath his fingers and Megumi's face heats up like a furnace. "Are these for me, baby?" Sukuna bites and sucks his ear lobe with the softest of moans, and he deliberately steps away to get his drink as Megumi begins to miss his shots. It's an exaggerated mess as he tries to get it back, but it's just a few more shots before he's dead and Yuji's laughing. His brain has short-circuited, but he manages to reach into Yuji's pocket for another token and shoves it into the machine.
"Dude," Yuji laughs and looks over, dying shortly after and shoving another token in for himself.
"C'mon, you can do better than that, Fushiguro." Playing his own game, Sukuna steps up behind him again, nuzzles along Megumi's temple briefly. "Meet you in the bathroom in five?" His chuckle is a deep and dark thing, and Megumi shoves his heel into his foot so he steps back again, his laugh audible even to Yuji now.
"Fuck off," he mutters. His heart races, and if he weren't stubborn he would drop the gun and leave now. Stubborn with a desire for discretion. His aim is better but it still isn't as good as with Sukuna's guidance. However, they finish the boss and Yuji hoots and hollers like they've won something more than the game itself. "I'll be back," Megumi says without prompt. He shoves the gun back into its holster and shuffles out of the way. He could have waited, let Yuji do his victory shenanigans but Megumi feels at Sukuna's mercy already. It feels ridiculous.
Megumi turns on the faucet and splashes water on his face quickly. His hopes that Sukuna will take his time in sauntering in are dashed while he dries off, Sukuna's arms around his waist before he hears the sorcerer approach. A man that size should not be quiet and yet he manages to sneak up on Megumi so often it's laughable. "Was I too mean to you, babe?"
Megumi says nothing and tosses the paper towel in the trash. Sukuna's fingers stroke over his hips. His hands are huge and can easily encircle Megumi's waist; it's maddening.
"Yuji thinks I picked on you too much, said to come and fix it, of course. Fast." Sukuna's lips drag against Megumi's neck and he bites down, gentle but demanding.
Megumi covers his mouth immediately to cover the hitch in his breath, to hide the moan he expected would come out if Sukuna bit down harder. He takes a breath before he speaks. "Get in the stall," he murmurs, attempts to wriggle his way out of Sukuna's grasp. But no, he'll have none of that. There is some noise coming from outside the bathroom, and Sukuna manhandles him into the stall anyway, easily shoving Megumi against the stall door once it's locked. Megumi allows it, if only because this is where he wants to be now.
Sukuna wastes no time in lifting Megumi as if he weighed nothing at all by the back of his thighs. Megumi's arms immediately loop over Sukuna's shoulders once he leans in, taking his lips in a harsh kiss. From both their efforts, Megumi grinds against Sukuna, humming softly while he rocks his hips and Sukuna uses his strength to move him slightly, too. Any demonstration of his strength is enough to make Megumi melt. Their tongues meet and press against each other, quiet moans passed between them.
But it doesn't last long. Just as Megumi begins to enjoy the pressure building he is unceremoniously dropped. While he stumbles and gasps, he holds tight to Sukuna, who immediately tugs down his pants. Megumi bites his lip and releases Sukuna in time to be turned around harshly, Megumi's hands slamming against the stall door and barely keeping his face from hitting it, too. Sukuna is eager, almost as eager as their first time, and Megumi does not mind one bit. Sukuna takes two steps back while his hands grip Megumi's hips, and Megumi steps back with him, arching his back. He can feel Sukuna's thumbs playing with the fabric of the thong, sliding beneath it and tugging languidly. The sound of footsteps entering the bathroom makes Megumi hold his breath, eyes squeezed shut.
Sukuna pulls the thong to the side and slowly slips two fingers along Megumi's folds, pressing one finger into his slit and pulling back out. Megumi knows he is wetter than wet, but he is too aroused to give a damn or to be embarrassed by it. Sukuna's voice is all sex when he talks to Megumi the way he did, and he knows that. Sukuna's thumb presses against his ass. The cool touch of saliva hits his hole, followed by Sukuna's thumb rubbing and pressing in. It is a struggle to hold his breath but Megumi does, pressing back against that thumb and relaxing his hole. The sink turns on just as his thumb presses past the sphincter, and Megumi exhales with relief and stifled pleasure. Sukuna's fingers plunge deep into his pussy, making Megumi whimper quietly.
The sink turns off. Megumi shivers, carefully rocking his hips back. Sukuna's fingers move slowly, in and out, gently rocking to keep quiet. Sukuna leans forward and breathes against Megumi's ear. "Better keep quiet," he whispers. Megumi holds back the moan he wants to release. He is trying and Sukuna is doing everything in his power to make it difficult. It's always a bit of a struggle, but never this bad. Never this much. Megumi is terrified of being caught but he's too horny to care.
The door opens and closes, leaving them alone again.
Sukuna's fingers change in rhythm. Megumi whimpers while he is fingered relentlessly, bites his wrist to keep relatively quiet. Sukuna is rough and doesn't stop, the squelching sound produced raucous in Megumi's ears. It can't be that loud, he knows, but it feels like he can be heard outside the bathroom. And somehow that makes it better. Already, he squeezes Sukuna's fingers with an orgasm, a loud sigh leaving him just as the door opens again. Megumi gasps, eyes screwing shut while he attempts to quiet himself. His legs wobble with pleasure, his back arching into a deeper curve. His ears are ringing and his body throbs with sharp jolts of pleasure that just keep coming. Megumi can't for the life of him hear what the person is doing, but soon the door opens and closes again. "Fuck," Megumi whispers, nails scraping against the door. "Don't stop, please," he pleads, looking over his shoulder.
Sukuna looks like a feral beast ready to pounce, bicep bulging while he continues to finger Megumi, fast and rough, until he's cumming again. Megumi is almost sore from it, eyes rolling back in his head while he shakes like a leaf. Sukuna presses forward, keeps his fingers buried in Megumi's cunt and works his hand up and down, barely moving in and out. Mimicking the way he fucks when he's close to cumming. It forces Megumi to stand on his toes, muscles straining with it. Sukuna's teeth press tight against Megumi's neck and Megumi moans, unable to silence himself. He wants Sukuna in every hole, all at once.
It's with nearly crossed eyes that he feels his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, somewhere around his calf. Sukuna notices as well, but does nothing about it. Instead, he carefully slips his fingers from Megumi's cunt and licks them clean. The phone vibrates again. "If you so much as think about answering that, I'm fucking you outside," Sukuna mutters. He slowly removes his thumb from Megumi's ass and unzips his pants.
"I don't care," Megumi breathes. Because he doesn't. He doesn't give a single damn who is calling repeatedly, and he certainly doesn't care when he looks behind himself, watches Sukuna fist his cock and stroke leisurely. "C'mon, fuck me." Megumi spreads his legs a little bit more. He doesn't expect Sukuna to swat his ass but he does, the sound blaring in the quiet of the stall. Megumi bites his lip and faces forward again, grunting quietly while Sukuna presses against his folds and enters him. It's a tight fit— it's always a tight fit— and Megumi whimpers with pleasure.
Once Sukuna is pressed tight against him, he feels Sukuna's phone vibrate, hears the Rammstein ringtone muffled against the fabric. A small part of him believes that something could be wrong, that they should probably check their phones. But the greater part of Megumi still just wants to have his brains fucked out. He rolls his hips back, Sukuna's hands tightening around his narrow waist. His cock throbs deep inside and Megumi squeezes as best he can, shivering with it.
The phone rings again.
Sukuna sucks his teeth and nearly pulls out before slamming forward again. Megumi nearly chokes on his spit, gasping from the sudden movement. He uses Megumi's hips as handles, pulling him back against him each time he thrusts forward. Each thrust hits Megumi just the right way, and before long his voice comes out. Quiet, choked-back whimpers slowly turn into moans, Megumi biting his lips to keep quiet. But he can't, it's too hard, too much. "That's it," Sukuna murmurs, without regard for keeping quiet. "Sing for me." At any time, that door could open again while Megumi is moaning like a whore, and still he can't stop himself. Sukuna's grunts are much quieter, barely audible over the sound of Megumi's gasps and sighs, over the sound of his cunt squelching with slick around Sukuna's cock.
Sukuna's phone rings once more. Once again, they ignore it.
Sukuna curls forward to kiss and bite along the nape of Megumi's neck, twisting more strangled sounds from Megumi's throat. Each bite makes heat bloom in the pit of his stomach, makes him shudder and tremble and melt. It's Sukuna's hands keeping him up, Megumi unable to do anything but fist his hands against the stall door. "More," he cries softly. "More, faster. Come on—" Megumi cries out mid-sentence, unable to catch his breath. It turns into a wail, Sukuna's hand gripping the thong to press the fabric against his clit. It makes him squirm, orgasm close at hand again.
Megumi quiets himself mid-cry, the door to the bathroom finally opening again. Sukuna doesn't stop. His lips curl into a smirk before he stands upright again, putting his back into fucking Megumi deep and fast, hands once again tight on his hips. Megumi's feet even leave the floor each time he is tugged back on Sukuna's cock. Still, they pant and Megumi whines softly. He nearly chokes when banging comes on the stall door. This can't be happening. Yes, the risk was there but they were never caught before. The thrill of it trickles down his spine, sets his body on fire with guilt and shame.
"Are you two seriously fucking in here?" It's Yuji's voice on the other side, scolding, irritated. It causes Sukuna to pause briefly, but he quickly begins again, making no attempts to keep them quiet. His groin slaps against Megumi's ass loudly while he sighs.
"Maybe," Sukuna purrs. He doesn't have a care in the world and Megumi isn't sure if he's panicked or still close to cumming.
"You've got to be kidding me." Megumi hears Yuji's feet shift and shuffle, hears Yuji thump his fingers against the stall door. "We got called for a mission," he continues. Megumi barely hears him. So close, so close.
"Uh huh," Sukuna intones. He is breathless, fucking into Megumi with short thrusts that keep him buried deep, keeps Megumi spread open and makes him squirm. "Give me a minute, brat."
Megumi reaches between his legs to rub over his clit in time with Sukuna's thrusts. His arm is sliding against the door, he is close to hitting his head, and he can't find it in himself to give a single damn. He whimpers and tries to hold his breath in, presses back against Sukuna and squeezes his cock tight.
"Megumi—"
"We'll get there," Sukuna barks. He takes hold of Megumi's hair and pulls him up, bending his back into a bow with a rough grip. Sukuna's teeth find his ear, biting and suckling on the lobe with a soft moan. "Won't we?"
It's all Megumi needs. A third orgasm washes over him and he all but squeals. He feels it at the base of his neck, in each of his joints, radiating like fire and electricity. His entire body tingles, from his scalp down to his toes. The breath is fucked out of him while Sukuna holds him tight and fucks him through it without a care of if it's too much for Megumi. And it is, his voice ringing loudly in the bathroom. There is one more bang on the stall door before there are footsteps scurrying out of the bathroom. Sukuna's laugh that follows is dark and gritty, and sends tendrils of electric pleasure throughout Megumi's body. It's almost painful. "Su-su… fuck!" He can't get the words out, and soon Sukuna lets go of his hair to cover his mouth instead.
Several thrusts more and Sukuna bites down on Megumi's neck as he cums. His hips stutter in their movement, ending with him rolling into a slow grind that doesn't alleviate any pressure on Megumi's pussy. He whines behind his hand, licking and nipping at the skin as best he can. All the while, he rocks back against Sukuna, milking his cock for all its worth, little jolts of pleasure singing throughout his body from the sensation.
It only occurs to him as his breath slows down that he might very well have to go on a mission with Sukuna's cum dripping out of him. In a thong. Too late now.
Sukuna finally releases him and Megumi groans quietly. The bathroom is quiet. His ears are ringing slightly from all the noise he made and his face begins to heat up. It's the first time he was ever so noisy. Not even in private has he lost it that much. But he can't find any shame in his body now, just unadulterated pleasure. A short gasp leaves him once Sukuna pulls out, body trembling as he supports his weight on the stall door. Megumi's legs are jelly. Megumi hears Sukuna tuck himself back in, and soon Megumi is grabbed once more, pulled to stand with his back to Sukuna's chest. "Can you walk?" It's a quiet murmur, in that tone that drives Megumi crazy.
Megumi nods and turns his head up to say something, but it's caught in his throat from the way Sukuna looks at him. It's somewhere between sweet and enthralled, but he doesn't get to look for long. Sukuna's hand curls along his jaw and holds him there to kiss. It's as heated as everything they do, wet tongues and sharp teeth, but more exploratory on Sukuna's part. Possessive. When Megumi pulls back he bites his own bottom lip. "I'm good, we should…" He's not but he's going to act the best he can, even if he looks like a newborn colt on the way.
They exit the stall and get themselves as presentable as possible. Sukuna smirks at Megumi through the mirror the entire time. "If we didn't have work to do…"
Megumi smiles and rolls his eyes. But he doesn't disagree. Sukuna exits before him, leaving Megumi to cool down. He splashes cold water on his face once more, dries off and exits the bathroom. It's with great relief that Megumi doesn't find staff waiting for them outside the bathroom. The music is booming in the arcade, and luckily the bathroom seems to have been far away enough that they didn't get caught.
Well, not by strangers.
Sukuna is at the bar again, seemingly ordering another drink to gulp down before they go. Megumi treats this like any other encounter, despite the fact Yuji caught them red-handed. He walks past, doesn't look at Sukuna for even a second, and approaches Yuji by the door. His best friend looks disgruntled, holding his shopping bags from earlier. "Hey," Megumi says on approach. He realizes then he hadn't bothered to check his phone, the ringing completely forgotten.
"When were you going to tell me you were fucking my brother?" Yuji asks, deadpan.
Megumi opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He doesn't know what to say, and that he feels no shame at the moment is very telling. He blinks several times. In his mind there is nothing save for radio static, and he is completely stumped. This was never supposed to happen, after all. "Yuji—"
Yuji's expression sours, and Megumi doesn't have to guess that Sukuna is only several steps away from them. Megumi feels it when he walks past him, and soon Sukuna has Yuji in a headlock while dragging him out of the arcade. "Are you gonna tell us where we're going or what? You took the call, brat, give me a briefing."
Already, Yuji is squirming and attempting to shove Sukuna off while they walk, unable to do much when his hands are full of shopping bags he doesn't want to crush. "Stop being a jerk—"
Megumi shakes his head and follows behind at a distance, choosing to be completely uninvolved like he normally would.
This was going to be a great mission.
