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Sunday morning with no hospital workloads is incredibly blissful. There’s no better place in this temporary world than being exclusively protected under your most beloved one.
Megumi stirs a bit to correct his position so he could face his dearly lover's facial contour. He breathes in regular tempo in total serenade. The smell of last night’s rain is mixed with Sukuna’s strong masculine odor. Fresh mint incorporated with signature of wood plants. A nice scene of a prideful alpha male. It likely creates magnetic effect to Megumi as he comes to snuggle even deeper in the crook of Sukuna’s neck. Squirming to place his limbs in comfy space. Unfortunately, it wakes something uninvited.
Two strong arms find a way to cage Megumi in whole. One leg also locks and ties across the smaller body under its captivity. Pair of ruby eyes are opened slightly to scan a face that never missed to lighten a fire inside his soul.
“Hng—“ Megumi squirms to find an escape from the beastly strength that stops him to move freely. The first thing he's welcomed by is a playful smirk from a man he loves dearly.
“You squirm a lot in your sleeping even plays innocent as your knees have successfully awoken my pride down there very well. Mind to take responsibility, aye?” Upon hearing the lustful words, Megumi responds with pouts and cracked voice.
“I hope you still remember what mischief you have done to me last night, Mr. Ryoumen.”
The angry tone Megumi spats at him doesn’t stop him to send the skillful fingers on sensitive skin of Megumi’s. In fact, his cute annoyance turns on Sukuna’s arousal. The skillful fingers are now in fully control of Megumi’s petite body. Roll him so his back facing the broad chest.
Without further notices, a very sculpture and warm bulge sneaks the crease in between two puffy pale cheeks below. It starts to swell slowly as veins also pop out around the shaft due to skin to skin friction thus ignites the automatic thrusting movements from the hip muscles. A slow non-penetrative thrust begins their usual ritual as it helps both of them to sync in rhythm. Sukuna breathes out heavily to suppress a growl under his throat. Feeling the erratic sound from behind, Megumi tilts his head a little bit. Peeking a glance and finds a desperate expression of man he reckons to possess such a aggressiveness. In truth, he’s as sweet as cotton candy in the inside.
One arm accidentally moves backward and the palm directly lands on a strange hot hardened skin. He just about to lift his hand before a strong grip stopping him.
“This thing has been inside you for years and yet you’re still being so reluctant to touch it?”
It oozes a pre-ejaculatory gooey as Megumi’s long fingers make a subtle contact with the surface. Rising weird feelings from his toes to head during the torturing administration. The change of size always amazes Megumi. At first, it startles him but seconds later he decides to give soft caresses on the surface. The two emerald eyes also memorize every knits and gruffness on Sukuna's facial expression. It takes couple more minutes for the long treatment of intercourse warming-up to end. A sound of noisy squelch from their natural lubrication makes Megumi wants to die from embarrassment. Nonetheless, instead of calming reassurance he thinks he deserves, Sukuna offers naughty grin to him. A slow grunt behind a muffled voice whispering enchanting spells.
Sukuna watches Megumi to finally succumb to his arousal. He continues the next step by putting the hot rod slowly. Although it’s only part of the tip, the effect successfully tortures Megumi.
“See, my love. It’s still soft and swallows mine just fine. Oh my fuckable darling. Allow me, aye?”
Using small amount of effort to slip the huge thing is one of many Sukuna’s skills. Hard to believe at first but in reality, Megumi starts to enjoy the rushing sensation. When it reaches deeper, his stomach is bloated a bit. “Hn—g! A-ah!”
Frivolous thrusts force Megumi to hide his voice with his palms. He always hates whenever he falls to such feelings he currently submerged into. Years of strong character building since early age enables him to not easily stumble upon any kind of weakness. Ironically, Ryoumen Sukuna comes to his life to unveil unexplained part of himself that lies in him for so long. Tearing his soul to the ground, hidden in agony. His logic keeps suggesting he should never fall for the devil by letting the man behind him wrecks his inner body only for pleasure. But it’s too overwhelming for Megumi.
Every time their bodies are connected, the emptiness he’s used to possess disappear and replaced by tons of butterflies. It’s funny how he also used to hate human’s touch even though he’s a medic. In years later, the encounter with a man who comes to have his carpal tunnel syndrome treated changing the overall perception. Sukuna is like a sunray for him. An angel with demonic soul that sent by mighty God to him.
The first night they finally cross the morale border, Megumi realizes how tantalizing to be filled with organs that emanating heat. Every inches of his skin are burnt frantically. Asking him to demand more and more. Sukuna has never been as delight as before to provide Megumi with such handlings. Interestingly, meeting Fushiguro Megumi changes one or two issues he’s currently battling with. He used to have sleep problem, liquor addiction, and incorrigible distrust toward people. Monthly regular appointments with professional therapist and absolute support from Megumi are enough to give him proper solution. In the end, they cure each other’s weakness.
"Hngg—Su—Suku—ah!"
The clapping sound of tormented puffy butts indulges Megumi to revive his awareness although he’s still in state of being fully controlled by lust and hormones surge. Nothing matters anymore as his head is now as blank as canvas due to Sukuna's simultaneous treatment. Whatever Sukuna orders him to do, he won’t complaint. Few fingers find a way to touch Megumi’s chin. It radiates warmth in small scale as it tells the muscle of his neck to turn around. Their lips are interlocked now under passionate kisses and nibbles. Sukuna’s other free hand clings and moves to massage a sensitive organ down there. “Hmph—“
"Stay with me, bunny. You accept me so well. Beautiful—beautiful creature." Sukuna whispers huskily. He knows well how Megumi is fond to be called with pet name. "Good boy, good boy."
The increasing pressure of shockwaves enable Sukuna to move faster. It also constricts the rim harder. The persistent thrusts allow them to reach the heaven in minutes. Sukuna then releases a load of white milky substances to relieve the peak sensation inside his belly but decides to stay a while until Megumi comes too. In tender motion, Sukuna thrusts slowly couple times before pulling out from its favorite nest. A thin layer of white thread is visible from the tip to the outer tunnel door. Magically, it closes well although Megumi’s erratic breath loosens it. Sukuna watches in awe. As result, the mesmerizing view recollects his thoughts to leave loving kisses on Megumi’s shoulders. He lets the man to rest a bit from the aftermath to rush to the shower room. Turning on the sink and coming back with a wet warm towel to clean the residue of the sticky liquid on Megumi’s flushing skin.
“I have promised to take care of you well.” As the gentle touch of towel grazes his skin, Megumi stirs and opens his pretty eyes. “This body of yours—“ a kiss on the waist bone, “—so indulging and—“ a kiss on the hip bone, "completely erotic. Created to fit mine perfectly.”
The only answers Sukuna gets from the praise is a short hum. He continues while cleaning the front parts, “do you think it’s already the time to announce our relationship, nay?”
Long pauses.
“I’m sure with the money I've collected until now, I even can buy a mountain for you."
Megumi frowns. “No.”
Sukuna raises his eyebrows. “No?”
“You'll get arrested for engaging such a weird idea." The younger man sighs in tired. "Rings or necklaces or whatever it is are useless. They’re meant for ‘normal’ couple and we’re definitely not that part of society, Sukuna-san.” Megumi sits from his lie position to match Sukuna’s height despite the strange sensation from their unprepared copulation activity especially inside his anal rim.
Ever since Megumi agrees to be Sukuna's partner, he really doesn’t give a damn regarding their status or whatsoever since private and personal matters are not for public concerns. Things like wedding ring and appropriate formalities are only for straight couples, he believes. The world is enough with Sukuna and Megumi in silence.
“You’re right. They are too flashy.” Sukuna adds. “However—“
“—at least let me show how much I want to possess you in whole, Megumi.”
To support his desire, another kiss is presented on Megumi’s knee. The one that awakes the real beast this early morning. Megumi sighs as he flops his head down to think. He knows that Sukuna will not stop until he gets what he wants. Then, a sudden idea comes across his head as his eyes steal glance of his big soon to be husband’s body. “How about a pairing tattoo? Or a piercing? In an area where it can be covered by clothes, of course. I mean—my job ugh—“
As much as he dismays, the idea blossoms a wide cynical grin on Sukuna’s face. “Where would you like it be then?”
The question itself is powerful enough to send an electric vibe throughout Megumi’s spine. Heats come to create red sparks on his cheeks. The embarrassment leads his body to close the space between them. Megumi sits on Sukuna’s lap with arms encircles around his buffy neck. Head turns jelly and hides securely. “It’s yours to decide.” said Megumi in whisper.
“Aye, captain.”
With no clothes or anything cover their bodies, small contacts could send shivers in seconds. Sukuna and his high sex drive is literally Megumi's source of agony right now.
“Fuck. You’re hard again?”
“It’s your fault for being too cute, my dove.”
Sadly, a growl noise from Megumi's flat belly tells another idea. He nudges to hide the shyness. "I skipped dinner yesterday." The childish voice gives smile on Sukuna's face.
"Quick omelette with buttered toast?" offered Sukuna with a single nod from Megumi as reply.
The round two begins after their breakfast and lasts for hours. As if totally ignore the world aside.
The next couple weeks later, after Megumi finishes all of his obligatory final clinical exam and last shifts in orthopedic wards, Sukuna takes him to visit the tattoo artist he knows very well since grad school. With a said name Gojo Satoru, the external appearance is quietly unsuitable. He claims the white hair he owns comes from unexpected genetic abnormality instead of fashion demands. Most people he meets for the first time usually gives him a surprising look. Megumi seems to be uninterested.
"That face of yours really hurts my feelings, little one!” shouted Gojo pretending. Two eyes covered with a circular black spectacle are pointed straightly to Sukuna. “You do have a very interesting boyfriend, Ryoumen Sukuna! Haha!" His laugh echoes everywhere as he twirls his long legs to lead them entering the consultation room. “Come, come. We may finish it in quick.”
It lasts for ten minutes. Megumi is much untalkative during the deal. It’s all Sukuna and Gojo for most of time. As eyes observe a few designs that may suit his taste, his brain also tries to re-design the shape or color. Just about they reach the fifteenth pages of Gojo’s art album, Megumi’s finger land on precise picture.
“This one.”
“Wow. Now I understand why you’re well suited with Ryoumen-san’s preference. Quick decisive. Unlike your twin, pfft.”
Megumi raises his eyebrows. Now, it’s a topic that attracts his attention. “You—have a twin, Sukuna-san?”
“Um—well, yeah. I do. It’s just—our parents were divorced when we’re eleven or twelve years old. My dad took me while mum took Yuuji. Somehow he hates our father’s name so he uses mum’s family name. it’s Itadori. So, his full name is Itadori Yuuji. That brat Yuuji is Gojo’s fuck buddy.”
“Language, Sukuna-san.” Megumi warns Sukuna’s to fix his harsh reply before the tattoo maker could hear them. Too bad it’s already well received to his ears.
“Hahaha! He comes to me first with drools and tears over his face then how am I supposed to do? A gentleman always serves their shoulder, Ryoumen-san. Now, enough talks about me and Yuuji. Since we come to a conclusion and this jerk will not complaint, I think we could now decide when will you two get tattooed?”
“Um, actually, Satoru-san.”
“Yep? Is there anything you’d like to ask?”
“Ugh—” Megumi tugs the collar of his turtleneck sweater. Nervous.
“He’d like to know if we could have matching navel piercings too, stupid Gojo.”
“Sukuna—language—” Megumi squeaks half angry.
Sukuna continues while pulling Megumi close. Arm rests on slender shoulder. “It’s like a replacement for wedding ring or shitty things that looks similar. A token, perhaps.”
“Well, of course. Sure.”
A loving kiss is placed on Megumi’s head and effectively eases the stress to relax a bit. In other hand, the view makes Gojo sulking. “I envy you.”
“Thanks.”
“I am not praising you, insolent steroid freak.” grumbled Gojo while leaving the two lovebirds.
The schedule day for them to have the needle paintings finally comes. It’s a sword with dahlia flower tattoo in small dimension size on each of their hip bones. The skin where a pretty sparkling jewelry is pierced above his navel has healed well. No significant swelling or allergic reaction. Megumi strokes the diamond-like surface with the tip of his finger. Somehow, it looks erotic.
An exact week later, Sukuna confirms their mutual feelings at one night he waits for Megumi after his evening shift in orthopedic clinic. It's embarrassing since a lot of people watching them but all Megumi could say is yes I do for umpteenth times. They legalize the moment with a candlelight dinner in one fancy restaurant where Sukuna usually plays his piano for charity then continued by a beautiful night of stargazing and hours of hours steamy sex. When the sun rises, Megumi admits his inability to think normally. His body is too sore to even move a finger. But, he’s reminded by Gojo and Sukuna's twin, Yuuji, that it's fine to show their little happiness to the world. He then grabs his cellphone to use it in capturing the moment while they’re still skins and bones. He places Sukuna’s upper leg where the vintage colored tattoo is painted right behind his own. The hesitation comes to blur Megumi’s logic judgement. The fear of being pushed by people who are close to him or harsh comments engulf him. But, as soon as Sukuna’s arms encircles him, he knows nothing in this world that scares him anymore.
‘Happy wedding for us only.’
In minutes, his phone vibrates non-stop. He has no worries to whatever responses the world may give as long Ryoumen Sukuna exists for him. That, Ryoumen Sukuna himself is enough for him.
—fin
So, I did an illustration for their love making. Go visit my twitter :)