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His hands softly traced the muscles on yujis chest, the shirtless boy was leaning back letting megumi touch him, his hands moved down to his belly stroking a bit of the hair that ran down to yujis boxers before maneuvering up again to the scar , on the flesh above his heart, he had acquired during the time he died. Megumi cringed at the word, died. But for some godly reason he was returned to him now megumi kissed the scar catching yuji off guard.
for what had lead them to this situation a few moments prior was just a simplish/ question:
"Take off your shirt" megumi commanded.
"What? Why" itadori questioned
He paused. Looking down.
"I need to know that you are here with me"
Finally glancing at itadori "heart beating and all"
Yuji did as he was told and took it off.
"Sit down"
"On the bed" megumi quickly added.
He did so. Sitting to the side off the bed so megumi could sit infront, he too sat down.
Eyes wondering taking in every mark, scar, cut on yuji.
Megumi drifted his hand above the boys skin not touching, not yet. He needed permission he wouldn't do so without, he wouldn't harm yuji. Ever.
Megumi looked up to see yuji staring directly at him. What did he think yuji was going to be doing as his classmate gave him such a bizarre request; that he would sit back and think of England?
"Can I uh touch you?"
This burst of confidence to even ask these questions came from longing.
If yuji hadn't have died, he would never have asked. He would have simply gotten off on casual friendly touches; shoulder taps, nudges, whispering in the ear, when yuji asked him why his hair was so shiny and if he could stroke it that one time. Megumi would have settled for that, he was going to take all the memories they'd shared prior to yujis death and keep them for ever and ever. No need for anything else if he had some lingering part of itadori even If it was just a memory.
Now that the compassionate boy was infront of him, alive, megumi seriously didn't want to let go again.
"Yeah..."
Itadori's words cast him out of his thoughts.
"Fushiguro, you can"
Their eyes locking.
"Megumi. You can call me megumi"
He was blushing, they both were.
"You can call me yuji then" he smiled at him. Like a ray of fucking sunshine.
How long had yuji been blushing? Definitely not since he took his shirt off, right? Why had he only just noticed.
Shaking his head out of the festering thoughts of yuji. Who was right infront of him.
Megumi's hand was cold against the latters skin, he pushed yuji down so he was leaning against the cushions on megumi's bed.
Ever since megumi kissed yujis scar it became more apparent what the two wanted: total intimacy. Sure you could narrow it down to horny teenagers or that itadori hasn't seen him for months and ever since the death of yoshino has been alone and maybe that megumi is inlove with yuji like a devoted monk to there God (and probably touch starved).
What ever it was that lead them there, they both wanted it.
Megumi pushed himself so he was inbetween yujis legs though head was drifting above his chest, kissing his skin over and over.
Looking down at the dark haired boy yuji smiled, he hadn't down that in a long time, his hands running through megumi's hair.
"Blessings"
"That's what your name means. I think it's beautiful." yuji added.
Megumi stopped and once again looked up, this time he leaned forward to connect their lips.
"Since when have you been so beautiful?" Yuji said.
"Ever since you walked into my life"
Yuji smiled and slid his hands underneath his momentary lovers shirt, lifting it over his head to reveal megumi's chest.
Megumi's breath hitched. He was embarrassed. A rare feat for him.
"It's not fair if I'm the only nude one"
"You're not nude" Megumi said wanting his revenge. "Not yet anyway"
It had worked
Yujis face was a deep shade of red.
Soon they were in eachothers embrace nothing between them. Nothing. During it all the two came to know eachother more, see parts of eachother mentally and physically that had been quarantined off from the rest of the world. Love confessions had been whispered before climax leading them to the fall into ecstasy.
That night megumi swore, swore on everything he ever had, ever loved and ever dreamed of that nothing not even death (again) shall ever stop him from loving, from being with yuji itadori. The words so truthful they made everything else he ever said, believed, uttered feel like a lie.