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Megumi's hips buck involuntarily as Yuuji presses wet, biting kisses against his neck. They've been at it for what feels like hours and Megumi's aching for some form of release. It doesn't help that he can feel the outline of Yuuji's cock pressing against his thigh— hard, thick and sadly not inside him at this moment in time.
"Megumi," Yuuji whines, sucking a mark above Megumi's collarbone that he'll undoubtedly have to cover up later.
"What is it?" Megumi can hear the need in Yuuji's voice. He wants something from him.
"I really wanna go down on you," Yuuji says, pressing another kiss against his jaw. "Pretty please."
Megumi would have to be a fool to turn that down, especially with Yuuji giving him his signature puppy dog eyes— Megumi's kryptonite.
"Yeah, okay." Megumi nods and Yuuji is quick to get rid of his sweatpants, sliding them down past Megumi's hips until he's left in just his t-shirt and boxers.
Megumi is a little startled when Yuuji leans in between his legs and inhales deeply. "What are you doing?"
"You smell incredible. You have no idea." Because Yuuji is shameless and doesn't give a fuck about things like social etiquette and common decency.
Megumi covers his face with his hand, stifling the urge to kick him away. "Just get on with it before I change my mind."
"You won't," Yuuji says, cocky as always. "I can see how badly you want it."
As though to prove his point, Yuuji runs his thumb over Megumi's slit through his boxers and Megumi has to bite back a groan because yeah…he's soaking right through the fabric. There's no point pretending otherwise.
"Okay, fine, I get it," Megumi says through gritted teeth as Yuuji continues rubbing circles over his clit. "Just stop teasing me and get on with it."
"You're so cute when you get bossy, Megumi." Megumi would offer some form of a comeback but Yuuji's finally pulling his boxers down so he immediately loses his train of thought.
"Fuck," Yuuji whispers, as though he's seeing Megumi like this for the first time. "You're dripping and we haven't even done anything yet."
Yuuji is so close that Megumi can feel his breath against his cunt. It's agonising.
"It's not my fault. You know what happens when you start kissing my neck."
"Yeah, I do," Yuuji says, sounding pleased with himself before finally leaning in and putting his mouth right where Megumi needs him most.
It's only a gentle touch, a light kiss against his clit, but it still has Megumi throwing his head back against the pillow. He's so worked up and sensitive that a light breeze could probably set him off right now.
"Yuuji, please," Megumi all but begs because Yuuji still hasn't put his mouth on him properly.
He cries out in a mixture of pleasure and relief when Yuuji finally stops teasing him and puts his tongue on him, licking up from Megumi's hole to his clit. "Fuck, yes."
Megumi's hand instinctively finds its way to Yuuji's hair and grasps it tightly— if he's too rough then Yuuji doesn't voice any complaints. If anything, he only moans against Megumi's cunt and doubles his efforts.
Megumi knows he's making a mess of Yuuji's face without even having to look—he was already soaked when they started and each flick of Yuuji's tongue only serves to make Megumi progressively wetter. The mixture of Yuuji's spit and his own wetness drips down past his hole and onto the bed and he groans at the sensation. Honestly, it doesn't take much to get him going when he's around Yuuji, but Yuuji is also fantastic with his mouth.
When Megumi starts bucking and grinding against Yuuji's face—silently begging for more—Yuuij slides two fingers inside him with ease.
"Fuck, right there," Megumi gasps as Yuuji starts pumping his fingers, hitting the perfect spot with each thrust.
They both know how quickly Megumi is able to get off when he has Yuuji's fingers inside him, but his orgasm still catches him by surprise. One minute he's rolling his hips, riding Yuuji's fingers as he grinds against Yuuji's tongue, and the next his whole body is tensing as he comes with a broken cry, shaking as Yuuji doesn't let up on his fast pace.
"You're so pretty when you come, Megumi," Yuuji says, his words half muffled by Megumi's cunt. "Could watch you all day."
Megumi doesn't have it in him to verbally respond, especially when Yuuji doesn't give him a break but instead just keeps going. Yuuji eases off a bit, slowing down and sucking with less pressure, but it still too much.
"Yuuji," Megumi gasps out, squirming as Yuuji's firm grip on his hip keeps him in place. "That's enough."
Megumi knows that Yuuji heard him, but he keeps going, sucking Megumi's clit into his mouth while Megumi bites down on his fist and tries not to sob.
"Just give me another one, please."
Yuuji sounds wrecked just from sucking him off, like it's doing just as much for him as it is for Megumi. Which, knowing Yuuji, is most likely accurate. He's never exactly been shy about how much he enjoys it.
And so Megumi does his best to hold out, despite how agonising each flick of Yuuji's tongue feels. He's too sensitive and desperate for a breather, but Yuuji knows his body inside and out and knows exactly how far to push him. How to push him past the point where the pain from overstimulation turns to pleasure.
Yuuji removes his fingers and for a second, Megumi thinks he's being blessed with a small break, only for Yuuji to immediately replace his fingers with his tongue.
"Yuuji, fuck!" Megumi cries, clenching around Megumi's tongue.
Yuuji doesn't miss a beat and rubs his thumb against Megumi's clit—the change in stimulation and the warm, wet pressure of Yuuji's tongue inside him being exactly what Megumi needs. He's so overcome with pleasure he feels dizzy with it.
Megumi grabs onto Yuuji's hair for support and grinds against his face, fully aware that he's probably making it hard for Yuuji to breathe but unable to bring himself to care. Yuuji's a big boy; if he needs to tap out then he will.
In a moment of poor judgement, Megumi decides to look down and the sight of Yuuji between his legs—face flushed and slick with Megumi's come, brown eyes staring straight back at him, glazed over with lust—is enough to set him off again.
"Don't stop, don't stop, oh fuck—"
Megumi cuts himself off with a breathless moan, his body going taut as another orgasm takes over him. Yuuji works him through it, lapping away at him gently and maintaining his tight grip on Megumi's hips as he tries to squirm away from Yuuji's mouth.
"Yuuji, please, I can't take it anymore," Megumi begs, his legs shaking from the overstimulation.
Megumi emphasises his point by pushing at Yuuji's face and Yuuji finally lets go after pressing one last kiss against Megumi's swollen clit.
Yuuji crawls up Megumi's body, grinning and looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he leans down for a sloppy kiss. Megumi groans at the taste of himself on Yuuji's tongue. He slides his hand down Yuuji's body until he finds the waistband of Yuuji's shorts, but Yuuji covers Megumi's hand with his own and stops him before he can get his hand on Yuuji's dick.
Yuuji breaks off their kiss, immediately looking sheepish. "I, uh, already came."
"Oh?" Megumi can't help looking down and sure enough, Yuuji's gone soft and there's an incriminating wet patch on the front of his shorts.
"I couldn't help it. You're so fucking hot, Megumi."
A fresh wave of heat stirs in Megumi's gut and he pulls Yuuji in for another bruising kiss, afraid of what will come out of his mouth if he allows himself to speak. Yuuji makes a noise of surprise against his lips but then he's kissing Megumi back with everything he has.
"You are going to ruin me," Megumi whispers when they pause for air, nipping at Yuuji's bottom lip.
"That's funny, I was about to say the same thing."