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Megumi couldn’t believe he’d finally made it to the end of his shift. The full twelve hours on his feet being berated by fluorescent lights and shitty music felt impossibly long. But he needed the money, and now as he drove home, he got to look forward to showering and going straight to bed. 

Standing naked in the tiny bathroom, he waited for the steam to dissipate and his dewy skin to dry before putting his pajamas on. 

After brushing his teeth, he leaned over the sink to brush his tongue, his forearm still warm from the hot shower pressing against the cool smooth countertop to hold him up. It didn’t take much brushing for him to start gagging, poor kid always had a sensitive reflex. 

Still, he did his best. Oral hygiene is important after all. 

Bent over the counter, he chokes and spits into the sink. Every gag sent a tingle up his spine and made his nipples perk up. Soon his gentle heaves were followed by soft sweet moans, each one getting him a little hot and wet. With a body as sensitive as Megumi’s, he was always getting turned on by one thing or another. But that didn’t always mean he had the energy to do anything about it, especially after a long shift at work. 

Toji listened from the hallway, peeking through the crack in the door. Palm pressed firmly over the growing erection in his sweatpants, his eyes ran up and down Megumi’s slim legs and perky ass cheeks, which were conveniently angled towards him as the boy leaned over the sink. He’d seen them about a thousand times, through several stages of life, but they always had a way of sending all the blood in his brain rushing straight to his dick. 

When Megumi was finally done brushing he finished up with mouthwash, pulled on his shirt and underwear, and padded down the empty hall to the darkness of his room. 

Falling face first onto his bed with a heavy whump , the air rushed out of his lungs and his muscles relaxed, tension melting into the navy blue comforter beneath him. Just as he started to drift off, a weight settled at the foot of his bed. He groaned. 

“Not tonight, I’m exhausted.”

Toji laughed quietly, “I didn’t even say anything.” 

The weight slowly rolled up the bed until Megumi could feel it hovering over him, two knees pressing down next to his hip, and hands on either side of his shoulders.  

“Yeah, but I can read your mind, old man.” 

Warm lips pressed a kiss to the bump of each vertebrae at the back of Megumi’s neck, melting the boy’s cold opposition.

“I brought your favorite toy.” Toji held a small powder blue vibrator next to Megumi’s ear and clicked the button, buzzing it to life. A soft moan curled in the boy’s chest as he rolled onto his back, letting his legs fall open. 

“Just make it quick.” 

“You have my word,” Toji said with a sly smile, “Let’s get you outta these.” 

Straightening up and encouraging the boy to lift his hips, he tugged at the waistband of Megumi’s boxers and slid them all the way down his lanky pale legs. As Meg pulled his legs in and let them open wide again in a loose butterfly pose, Toji pressed another gentle kiss to his knee. Two fingers in a v-shape rubbed gently along the short trimmed hairs and soft skin of his lips, then spread his folds.

“Beautiful,” Toji sighed.

No matter how many times his dad had looked at him with those hungry eyes, Meg still got embarrassed. Feeling exposed and observed, he covered his face with his forearm as the tip of the buzzing vibrator pressed gently to his clit. Megumi’s hips immediately rolled forward into the sensation and he turned his head to the side, hiding further into his arm and muffling a moan. 

Toji rested his free hand on Meg’s calf and stroked the fine hairs there as he circled his nub with the toy, watching him squirm and fidget- his hole clenching in on itself. Megumi’s little session with his toothbrush in the bathroom just minutes ago had already gotten his body aroused; it wasn’t long before the boy was panting and curling his toes, whining and muttering under his breath. 

“Oh god,” he breathed, “I’m already gonna-”

The buzzing stopped, Toji clicked his tongue. 

“Oops, I think I pressed the button by accident,” a devious smile pulled at the scarred corner of his lips as he smoothed his hand up to Meg’s thigh, “my bad.”

Megumi glared down at him from under his arm. This game wasn’t new to him. 

“Knock it off.”

“Come on baby, I said it was an accident. Don’t be mad.” Toji mustered up his best puppy face and Megumi narrowed his eyes in response, but didn’t scold him further. Taking that as a pardon, Toji’s expression expanded into a full grin and he clicked the vibrator on again, planting a kiss on the inside of Megumi’s thigh and resting his cheek there before resuming his firm circles.

Closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation, Megumi let himself get back to the edge. This time he wouldn’t say anything, trying to hide how close he was, but Toji knew him too well. The man watched the muscles all along the boy’s body tense and release, tense and release, his breaths growing short and his toes curling again. In a swift and selfish motion he pulled the toy away, just when he was sure Meg was about to tip.  

“Agh!” 

Megumi writhed as he chased the release that was painfully close but ultimately escaped his grasp. Tearing his protective arm away from his face, he propped himself up on his elbows to glare down at Toji, looking irritated and a little desperate. 

“Stop doing that!!” he barked. Toji didn’t try to hide his smile this time. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” using his middle and index finger, he pinched Meg’s opening closed a few times, watching the thick white slick bulge out with each squeeze, “I just love how creamy your pussy gets when I edge you.” 

A hearty throb pushed more cream from Meg’s cunt as it was played with and his limbs quivered, however he maintained his commitment to annoyance, “I don’t care, just make me come so I can go to sleep. And don’t say you’re sorry when you don’t mean it!” 

Toji put the tip of his finger between his lips and sucked the slick from it with a smirk, “Yes, princess.”

Meg rolled his eyes, but fell back onto the bed, awaiting the feeling of the still-buzzing vibrator coming into contact with his clit once again. This time, Toji’s fingers returned alongside the vibrations to play in his folds, spreading Meg’s precum between them and teasing the edges of his hole. The light scrape from the rough skin of his dad’s fingers against his most tender parts brought Megumi to a deeper level of sensation and need than before.

Having been denied twice already, he could feel himself slipping. The fog of hormones slowly billowed through his mind and made it harder for him to enforce his original stipulation that this be short and sweet. Though, it wasn’t as if he really stood a chance in the first place. Toji was a master of erosion when it came to the stoic front Meg put on in his daily life; the emotional wall between them more like a short chain link fence. 

The boy wrapped two of his slender fingers around Toji’s thick index finger and squeezed. 

“I need…” he trailed off, hoping that after years of this, his dad would easily be able to infer what he was asking. 

“Need what? Be a big boy and use your words.”

But of course, everything had to be difficult with this man. Megumi whined, “I need your fingers… inside me too, please.” 

Toji hummed. With two fingers positioned right outside Meg’s opening, he continued to tease, wiggling his fingertip against the edges.

“Please…?”

“Please, Daddy .” 

“Good boy.”

The two fingers slid in easily, Megumi’s insides already unsurprisingly drenched from all the edging he’d endured so far. Slow at first, the drag in and out had Meg’s mouth hanging open silently until the fingers quirked up , resulting in a gasp and a shiver. They massaged firmly right there, unraveling Megumi faster than he could gather the ribbons of himself back up again. 

No longer hiding, he watched the muscles of his dad’s arm flex, faster and faster, his hazy gaze tracing prominent veins down his other arm to the back of the wide hand holding the vibrator in place. He licked his lips, parted around heavy breaths. 

Toji’s sharp greedy eyes took in every detail- the blush on Megumi’s cheeks that crept down his neck and under his shirt, swollen aching pussy on full display, twitching muscles and clenching fists in the duvet, tiny gasps and curling toes digging into the sheets- all telltale signs he was about to come again. Megumi’s glassy eyes locked with his. 

“Please don’t stop… Daddy, please don’t stop, please just let me come. Please …” Tears welled in Megumi’s deep blue eyes as they pleaded with slate gray. But just as Meg tipped his head back, the vibe was pulled away again. 

Brows raised, Toji’s jaw hung in an open smile as he watched his son’s body arch back and choke out a moan. Fingers sat still in the boy’s cunt so he could feel the muscles clamp down but not quite flutter. Megumi’s fists clenched in the air then thudded angrily into the mattress at his sides.  

“Ah, fuck - you bitch !” 

Maybe that fence also had some barbed wire.

Toji clicked his tongue, pulling his fingers out, “What a potty mouth.” 

“Fuck off! I told you to make it quick, asshole!” Megumi pulled a pillow from behind him to whack Toji repeatedly over the head. The attack was weak, Meg’s limbs lagging from now three denied orgasms. Toji shielded himself from the fluffy assault with his arm, laughing.

“Ugh, get out of my room!” a tear ran down Meg’s flushed cheek as he let the pillow fly on his last whack, “I’m fucking tired! I just want to sleep!” He fell back onto the bed, wiping at his eyes. 

“I even said the magic word,” he whimpered in a small voice. 

Toji’s cold heart melted a little watching Meg throw his tantrum. Nothing was cuter than those pinched brows and pouty lips, an expression Megumi had worn for most of his toddler years. 

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, really. Let me finish you off, for real this time.” Toji leaned forward, intending to kiss and pet Megumi back into submission. 

“No, you’re done.” Up on his elbows again, Megumi put a foot on the man’s broad chest to maintain the distance between them. His leg shook, resistance weak. 

Not so easily deterred, Toji took Meg’s foot in his hand and massaged the smooth skin of his arch with his thumb, kissing his toes. “Please? I promise I’ll be good.” 

“You’re a liar.” Megumi pulled his foot back and laid down again, keeping his eyes narrowed with accusation. 

As if swearing an oath, Toji placed his right hand over his heart and held his left in the air, “On my honor.” 

“You’re really fucking irritating, you know that?”

“But you fold every time.” Toji teased. 

Megumi scowled at him, but couldn’t help letting the man back in, Toji already moving to push his fingers back into his boy’s soaked and frustrated pussy. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he scissored his fingers, listening to the wet squishing sounds coming from between them. The usual string of exaggerated praise and ‘God, your body’s made for this, Meg’ muttered past his lips. 

Megumi could feel the thick fingers in him spread, stretching his walls, and with the vibrator back in place, he was already teetering. Pulling his knees up and holding them tightly, he braced himself for the wave he could feel about to crash into him. 

“Don’t worry, I got you this time.” Toji’s deep and raspy voice sounded both distant and spoken inside his own head. There was something sincere in the man’s tone that made him believe those words this time. Knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees, Megumi could feel his orgasm slowly and timidly creeping down his spine, like a rabbit sensing the wolf outside its burrow. 

“Let go, baby.”

His body jerked and finally Megumi was allowed over the edge. Falling, falling, the vibrations didn’t stop, Toji’s fingers continued to pump, and his mouth fell open as soft moans pulsed from his chest. The highly anticipated release that flooded his body felt so good he could almost cry, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly he saw static.

“That’s it, there it is. That’s my boy.” 

The pleasure washed through him until he shook, his eyes rolling back. In these short moments of complete rapture, the teasing and edging and bullying all seemed worth it. Toji never left him unsatisfied, preventing Meg from fully denying his advances from the beginning. He always got his reward. 

The vibrator and fingers continued, their pace and intensity never faltering.

“One more, baby, gimme one more.”

Megumi shook his head and grabbed at his dad’s arms, lacking the strength to push his hands away. Any words needed to beg for mercy only came out as whines and desperate noises. Exhausted and overstimulated, he feared he might break from any more. 

“Yes, you can do it. Come on.” 

The vibrator clicked up a notch and a second orgasm was torn from Megumi’s body. He curled forward with a loud cry, blurry vision slurring the image of his hands gripping his dad’s burly forearms tightly as they worked him through the last of it. The base of Toji’s fingers were ringed in gooey come as they thrust into him, despite how hard the trembling muscles pushed against them. 

Completely spent, Megumi collapsed back onto the bed, body rolling in the last waves of pleasure. His breaths came to him as soft moans and grunts, his mind still static from the intensity. 

Through the haze, he was distantly aware of Toji’s fingers pulling out, weight shifting, and a hand at the back of his knee, pulling his leg up. 

“See, didn’t that feel good?” Toji muttered, receiving no response, “Better than just a quickie, huh?” 

A warm and dull pressure rubbed against Megumi’s throbbing cunt and before he could lift the immovable weight of his head to see, Toji’s cock was pressing into him thick. 

“uhn-!” the boy grunted at the intrusion, clawing the sheets weakly. The stretch was light but still stung just a little. 

“Shh,” Toji shushed him, wiping his sticky fingers on Meg’s shirt. He gave a few slow thrusts to get everything settled. 

“Don’t fight me, pup. I know you sleep better with it in, you have since you were little.” He nuzzled his nose under Megumi’s chin to pepper kisses down his neck, ‘I’m just trying to take care of my baby,’ whispered against his skin. 

Megumi couldn’t deny there was something sedating about falling asleep stuffed full of cock, his body made of post-orgasm jelly, and the familiar warmth of his dad’s large body pressed against his back. Any energy or will to argue was gone at this point anyways, eyelids growing heavy. 

Toji gently adjusted Meg so he was laying fully on his side, careful not to slip out, and shuffled up behind him. With one arm folded under his own head, he wrapped the other around Megumi’s chest, pulling him down and pressing his cock further in. Meg flinched, walls clenching then going soft around his girth. A small whimper snuck through his throat and the exhausted muscles of his body melted back into the man behind him. Toji breathed a deep moan against Megumi’s soft hair. 

“So warm, little bunny. Feels so good. You comfy?” 

Meg nodded, already drifting off. 

Toji kissed the top of his head, “Sweet dreams, dumpling.”