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Wednesday, February 25th.
The city of Tokyo stirs to life every morning, filled with hustling people and honking taxis and crowded trains. The unpredictable chaos of it all is exciting and terrifying at the same time, as if reaching your hand into a hat and being unsure what’ll come out.
Megumi blinks slowly, warm light cascading through the curtains of his apartment. He turns his head to the right and feels the familiar, gentle tickle of Yuji’s fluffy pink hair on his throat.
“Yuji, baby, I have classes today. You have to get off me,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s head. He gazes at the clock on the wall. 9:24 A.M. Megumi figures he has enough time for a few more lazy kisses planted to Yuji’s hair before he actually has to get up.
He feels Yuji shuffle closer on his chest, draping his arm over Megumi’s torso. “Do you have to go?” Yuji grumbles into Megumi’s chest. He tilts his head up and returns a soft kiss to Megumi’s neck.
Megumi chuckles, rubbing his hand down Yuji’s back. “This is my last year of university, then you’ll have my time all to yourself,” he promises.
“But what if I’m too busy saving the city all the time to lounge around with you?” Yuji challenges, with no real bite behind it.
Did Megumi remember to mention his adorable, puppy-like boyfriend was a superhero?
Megumi sits up against the pillows and reluctantly moves Yuji’s grip away from around his waist. “Well, Mr. Spider-Man, you’re lucky I’m becoming a news journalist. If you keep up all your heroic acts, my life will still be centered around you.” He sarcastically plays, ruffling Yuji’s hair.
Yuji squints up at him, furrowing his brows. His brown eyes are bleary with sleep, and Megumi wishes he could stare into them until time loses all meaning. Yuji’s eyes were a rich brown, like dark coffee, strong and intense, but with a softness that felt like home.
Megumi’s home.
He can’t help but smile after reminding himself that this is real, that their feelings for each other are real, and that this really was his life.
He couldn’t stop his heart from swelling up with pride every time he remembered it, ever since they started dating at 15. He turned 23 four months ago, and was still awe-struck that, yes, Yuji did love him, and Megumi loved him back tenfold.
“Megumi?” Yuji asks, his expression curious and bordering on worried. “What are you thinking about?” He tangles his calloused fingers with Megumi’s pale, slender ones.
Megumi huffs a breathless laugh, shaking his head. He released a long, contented sigh. “Nothing,” he grins down at Yuji. Yuji was perfect for Megumi, in every way, ways he hadn’t even imagined until they were discovered like beautiful secrets whispered between them, and them only.
“Now let me go get dressed,” he flicks Yuji as carefully as he can manage. He smirks as Yuji whines, but throws the quilt off of them. He stands in front of their wardrobe, perusing through the hangers and drawers. He flips past the Spider-Man suit Yuji decided wasn’t worth keeping in a safer spot.
“Yuji,” he gestures with a flick of his hand.
Yuji springs up, scurrying to be by his side.
Megumi leans on his back foot, resting his palm on his chin as he thinks. “What do you think I should wear to my lecture?” He queries, tilting his head towards Yuji.
Yuji reaches past him, fishing out a blue-and-white striped formal button-up that fits him loosely. Megumi stifles a chuckle, because he recalls when Yuji got drunk when they went on a date to the bar and admitted how much he liked that specific shirt, because he could see Megumi’s collarbones peeking through the neckline; especially when he left one of the buttons undone.
Megumi lets Yuji hold it for him while he pulls the baggy shirt he had slept in over his head, tossing it into the laundry bin. He remembers to put on his white tank top under, first.
He takes the shirt off the hanger and throws it around shoulders as he starts buttoning it up all the way to the top, because there was no way he was going to class with exposed collarbones.
Megumi grabs his favorite pair of black slacks and places them in Yuji’s expectant hands as he sheds his sweatpants, then promptly pulls the slacks on and tucks in his shirt.
He opens his tie drawer, staring down at the disarray of clashing colors.
Yuji hooks his arms around Megumi’s hips, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What are you looking for, honey bun?” He questions, adding a teasing nickname to get under Megumi’s skin.
Megumi rests his head on Yuji’s, furrowing his brows. “You’ve got to stop watching those terrible foreign films,” he scolds. “And–” he bites his lip, leaning forward to look closer– “I’m trying to find my black tie.”
“Hm,” Yuji mutters. He lets go on one side of the taller boy’s hip, shuffling his hand through the drawer. He somehow manages to fish the correct one out, and spins Megumi around just so he can tie it for him.
Megumi blushes at how concentrated Yuji is, his tongue poking out from his mouth. He turns his head to the side so Yuji can’t see how flushed he was.
Yuji’s fingers ran over the silk, patting Megumi’s chest when he was done.
“Yuji?” Megumi clears his throat, lips pressed into a nervous line. “Can you go brew me some coffee while I get my books together?”
Yuji eagerly nods, quickly bumping his scrunched nose against Megumi’s before strolling out.
Yuji was so caring and compassionate and so, Yuji, that Megumi couldn’t help but worry. What if he got hurt trying to save a citizen? Yuji’s never-ending love seemed to come with a price, and Megumi felt his heart wilt every time Yuji came home with even a scratch.
Megumi hated how there was a scar on Yuji’s lip, just because of how willing he was to throw himself in danger's way. Yuji had gotten bit by a radioactive spider before, but who seriously notices a spider falling on you when you’re asleep? Megumi was more concerned about how a single spider could give someone powers, but some things just didn’t have an answer.
He finishes gathering his books in his bag and putting his glasses on. He clips the expensive and absolutely stunning silver watch Yuji had bought him on their five year anniversary.
As he’s shoving his laptop in his bookbag, he feels a solid arm wrap around his waist. Silky soft hair pokes at his neck as Yuji murmurs something into his shoulder.
“Thanks.” He kisses Yuji’s forehead after taking the coffee mug from his hand. He relaxes into Yuji’s touch as he wraps his other arm around him. Megumi examined Yuji’s rough, calloused hands as he drank. Yuji had beautiful hands, but Megumi could never work up the courage to compliment him, or tell him how much he loved when Yuji cradled him like he was precious.
Megumi glances at the clock. 9:44 A.M. He wished he could stay with Yuji for as long as possible, but if he left any later than 10:00 he would miss his train. He attempts to pry Yuji’s arms off of him, but he holds on tight. “Yuji,” he groans, “I have to brush my teeth and get on my train. Let go.” He taps him on the nose. “Don’t you have superhero stuff to be doing?”
Yuji shakes his head, and Megumi isn’t sure what he’s saying no to, but at least his grip loosens and Megumi can plod to the bathroom to fix his unruly hair and brush his teeth.
He walks to the kitchen and sees Yuji tiptoeing to reach a box of cereal. Megumi stands behind and he slings his bag over his shoulder. Yuji turns around and presses his lips against Megumi’s, resting his forehead on the other’s. “M’kay, I love you, stay safe.” Megumi reminds him. “I’ll be back late, I have to stay at the library to work on my capstone.” Megumi bids farewell, squeezing Yuji’s upper arm as he pouts.
The first message appears when Megumi is sitting in Media Studies, listening to his professor talk about trends or whatever. He sits in the back row of the dim lecture hall, slumping over his laptop. He looks at the notification under the table.
[10:56] yuji <3 : heyyy i miss you.
And then another buzz a minute later.
[10:57] yuji <3 : when are you getting back :(
yuji <3 : can you come back between your classes
yuji <3 : im so lonely. and im gonna be away from you all weekend for my boxing matches
Megumi wanted to walk straight out of this classroom and hop on the soonest train so he could run into his apartment and cuddle Yuji until he had to leave.
He hated how far Yuji traveled for his sport, and he hated even more how dangerous a sport boxing was.
What if one of his opponents knocked him clean out, or gave him a concussion, and Megumi was hours away?
It was plain terrifying. He couldn’t sleep when Yuji was far away, but it was selfish of him to try and protect Yuji like he was a fragile baby bird instead of letting him get out of the nest.
He rubs his temple, turning on ‘do not disturb’ so he could focus on taking notes.
The next time he checks his phone, he’s strolling to Sports Communication. He figures his boyfriend would have already texted him 100 times, pleading for him to come nap around in their apartment all day.
And boy, was he right.
Megumi was scrolling through many miscellaneous texts when he arrived at the correct building, stepping inside when he saw it. It was sent in the middle of his last class.
[11:29] yuji <3 : please megumi i need you here with me, baby.
The message was followed by others, talking about how bored he was or what he wanted for dinner or how there was no crime for him to fight today.
Megumi has to shut his phone. If he reads it again he’s sure he’ll do something stupid like skipping class or not going to the library to finish his capstone project.
He stiffly sits in his assigned seat, pulling out his textbook and note paper. He opens his laptop angled next to him.
For the next hour, he pays the most attention in class he ever has all semester. He focused on taking notes instead of reciting Yuji’s message over and over to himself.
He chews on the end of his pencil, staring down into the pages of information. What did Yuji mean by that..? Megumi shakes his head, trying to push the thought away. Hopefully Yuji could distract himself by fighting crime or whatever those reporters referred to it as.
Megumi’s raven hair falls into his eyes, and he leaves it, because it was hopefully covering the light pink blush high on his cheek bones. Damnit! He internally complains. Why did his hot boyfriend only have to text him dirty things while he was busy! It was the worst.
Megumi lets out a rugged sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He had gotten off-track from his note taking, and was now totally lost. He realized he had been absently doodling hearts on his notes. He mentally facepalms.
The clock hits 1:25 P.M and he rushes to get out of the building. Megumi wants to get to the library as quickly as he can so he can work on a decent chunk of the capstone project that was due in 30 days.
Megumi steps off the crowded train, practically buzzing with anticipation. He steps foot onto the sidewalk. Tall, gleaming sky scrapers crowd everywhere and couples laugh together.
As he walks past an alleyway, he hears a woman’s shrill scream. He whips his head over to see a large, burly man grabbing the woman's arm and trying to rip away her purse. The robber shoves her back, but the lady still grips onto her belongings.
Megumi is frozen in place. He wants to swoop in and stop it, but his feet won’t move.
The young miss scrambles backwards, kicking the mugger in the knee as he approaches.
He lurches to grab the bag.
A perfectly timed blur of red flashes by, leaving the man toppled on the ground 4 feet away gripping his side.
Megumi blinks at the scene. And blinks again.
He decides that the super hot Spider-Man can save the woman being mugged, and continues down the street. People were already starting to flock closer, and he didn’t want to be trampled in the middle of the crowd.
He was still left in awe anytime he got to witness Yuji’s heroic acts, which he decided he would have to express back home.
Megumi stops at the convenience store a block away from his apartment building, maneuvering to the aisle he knew had Yuji’s favorite watermelon energy drink and creme-filled crepes.
Megumi wanted to reward Yuji, and apologize for not answering any of his texts. If he had been less stressed recently, he would have replied to every single one of them, or even left class entirely for him. But he really couldn’t slack off, especially the last semester of his senior year.
He pays for his items at the register, bagging them up and dashing home.
As he rushes, he reads the news article released minutes earlier, dated for today.
Tokyo’s Local Hero
Spider-Man!
Today at 6:32 P.M. , young woman Yamamoto Keiko was mugged in the back alleyways of Tokyo on her commute back from work. Newly found criminal, Yamada Shizuko, was following Miss Yamamoto, attempting to steal her belongings. Until Japan’s favorite superhero gets to the scene!
He laughs to himself. How would the public react if they knew ‘Japan’s favorite superhero ’ had been begging his boyfriend to come home and rail him a few hours earlier?
Megumi doesn’t bother reading the rest as he steps into the apartment building’s lobby.
He presses the 6th floor button, tapping his foot while the annoying elevator music plays. He bolts to his apartment number, fumbling with his keys on the chain.
Megumi feels the mood change as he steps inside. The air is alive and electric with something dangerous but captivating.
His footsteps echo across the kitchen tile. He places the treats he bought for Yuji on the sleek, marble counter. Has Yuji cleaned today? Megumi felt his lips curl into a pleasant smirk. He performs his usual routine when he returns home, toeing off his shoes, hanging up his vintage jacket on the coat hook, and putting his bookbag on the floor below it.
Megumi forces himself to calmly make his way down the hallway.
He breathes for a few moments, his hand a fraction away from the door handle as he hesitates.
The door creaks under his touch, pushing it open.
All of the lights are off besides the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table, casting a golden hue across the room. The curtains are pulled back, revealing the dazzling city lights of Tokyo.
Megumi drags his gaze across the room, landing on Yuji.
Yuji was laying on his stomach, sprawled across the bedding. He’s propped up on his elbows, lazily dangling a lollipop in his mouth. Megumi could see his abs peeking out from the ridden-up shirt, and he feels his face already starting to heat up. Yuji was wearing one of Megumi’s ghost busters shirts, the fabric worn out at the hem and slipping over Yuji’s shoulder.
Megumi swallows as Yuji pats the bed beside him, pacing closer. Yuji moves to sit up on the edge of the bed, inviting Megumi to stand between his legs. He reaches up to grab Megumi’s hips, tugging him closer.
“I missed you,” Yuji mumbles, burying his face in Megumi’s stomach. Yuji flicks the lollipop in the nearby trash can while he speaks.
Megumi ruffles Yuji’s hair. “I heard you saved someone from a robber, Mr. Heroic. I was walking past the convenience store and decided to get you a reward. It's on the kitchen counter,” He juts a thumb in the direction of the door.
Yuji inhales, pulling Megumi down by his tie. “Can I trade in whatever it is for a kiss?” He pleads, his eyes flicker to Megumi’s lips, his eyes big and intoxicating, and how could Megumi ever say no?
He feels his pulse quicken, and he can barely manage a nod before Yuji’s mouth clashes with his, fumbling as their teeth clatter before managing to reposition their mouths comfortably.
Megumi ghosts his hand over Yuji’s chest and he folds under absolutely no pressure, leaning back on the mattress and letting Megumi brace his arms on either side of Yuji’s head.
He melts into Yuji, gasping for breath when they pull apart for a second, then they both surge back forward desperately. The atmosphere thickens as the room shrinks around the two, and Megumi feels his head go foggy as Yuji slides his wet tongue past the seam of Megumi’s lips, begging to implore.
And Megumi lets him. God, he’d let him do anything.
Megumi loses track of time and he can only feel the push and pull of their weaved lips until Yuji pulls away without a warning, his lips trailing down Megumi’s jawline. Megumi shivers as he leans into the touch, a rush of heat coiling in his gut.
And then Yuji bites him, and Megumi feels like nothing in the world matters anymore besides Yuji and his teeth on Megumi’s neck, and Megumi has to choke back a terribly embarrassing noise.
And even worse, Yuji laughs and Megumi can feel the vibrations throughout his entire body. His chest is tight with how much love it holds for Yuji. “Please,” he whispers, praying that Yuji knows what he means.
Yuji’s sharp canine tooth presses harder into the column of Megumi’s throat, and it feels so good that he can’t restrain himself from whimpering.
“Didn’t expect you to like that,” Yuji teases, his voice low and rough from kissing.
Megumi can’t find words that can be strung together to express the complex web of his emotions, but all he knows is that he never wants the feeling to leave. Megumi shifts to lay beside Yuji so he doesn’t have to hold himself up, because he can feel himself turning into jelly from how nice it is to be with Yuji.
Yuji pouts when Megumi moves, sitting back up on the bed, crisscrossing. “Done already?” He whines, tilting his head. He reaches to intertwine his fingers with Megumi’s, staring down at the connection.
“Just–” he pants– “let me catch my breath.” He stares up at the ceiling, sensing the way Yuji is now watching his chest rise and fall erratically.
Megumi sits up, his legs dangling off the bed. He lulls his head in the direction of Yuji. He slowly drags his gaze all over Yuji, noticing how glossy his lips are from spit and the slight swollen-ness of where Megumi had sucked his bottom lip.
Megumi prowls closer, leaning over Yuji with his face hovering inches away. “Can Mr. Spider-Man be good for me?” He asks huskily, smoothing over his thigh.
Megumi watches the apple of Yuji’s throat bob before he nods. “Y-yeah, yes sir,” Yuji stutters.
Megumi’s mouth curls into a smirk. Yuji was so easy to fluster that Megumi didn’t have to try hard to make him turn into a nervous mess. How cute. He brings his free hand to Yuji’s face, tracing across the sharp outline of his jaw. Megumi looks back into Yuji's eyes as he cradles his cheek, looking for any signs that Yuji was uncomfortable.
Yuji closes his eyes as he shudders, nervously waiting for Megumi to move.
“Look me in the eyes,” Megumi orders.
Yuji’s eyes slowly creep open. His gaze darts to Megumi’s lips before returning to his eyes.
Megumi tuts, “Ah-ah, you looked somewhere else before me.” He shakes his head. “I guess you don’t want a kiss from me.” Megumi loved when Yuji let him be mean, or in power, because it made him feel like Yuji was secure in the fact that Megumi really did love him, or that Yuji didn’t want to have to be tough all the time.
And Yuji looked hot under him, stuttering and blushing and maybe crying a bit, but that wasn’t the important part.
Yuji’s eyes widened, furiously shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I do, I really do, please?” Yuji pleads, his face flushed and his breathing uneven.
Megumi can’t deny him any longer, pressing closer. Megumi tilts his head and slots his mouth against Yuji’s, giving him a single open-mouthed kiss before pulling away to kiss the corner of his mouth and one to his forehead.
Yuji chases his mouth, whining as Megumi places a finger against his lips.
“You’re misbehaving,” Megumi coos. “Will I have to punish you?” His voice drops dangerously low.
Yuji’s expression goes blank for a moment, before a spark of mischievousness flickers in his gaze. He tilts his head, taking Megumi’s finger between his teeth. He kisses his palm. “Can you?” He mumbles.
Megumi laughs at how bold Yuji was. He always found it endearing, how blatant he could be when he wanted something. A flare of heat and desire allows Megumi to give into an idea he had a while back. He noticed how Yuji liked tugging on his tie, and now he was going to take it a step further.
Megumi unties the fabric from his throat, and grabs Yuji’s hands. He hesitates for a fraction of a second, and before he can stop himself Yuji speaks. “Go ahead,” he whispers. Megumi starts looping the tie around Yuji’s wrists, knotting them in the middle.
Yuji stares down at it, raising an eyebrow. “Makeshift handcuffs, huh? Kinky.” He chuckles. “Alright, I’m waiting for my punishment.” He raises his hands to Megumi, letting him manhandle Yuji however he wants.
Megumi pushes Yuji back into the pillows, pinning Yuji’s hands above his head, and god, Yuji whimpers, and turns his head away, but Megumi can see the redness of his ears.
Megumi presses a kiss to Yuji’s cheek, his free hand skimming across his waist. He feels his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose and he quickly throws them to the nightstand.
Yuji looks at Megumi with a flicker of conflict igniting his gaze. “Ah– Megumi,” he whispers, then looking back away.
“Baby,” Megumi asks, “What do you want?” He cups his face in his palms, forcing Yuji to look him in the eyes. Megumi watches his unfocused, swimming gaze full of desire and need, pupils blown wide.
Yuji sighs, darting his gaze between the nightstand and Megumi. “Could you–” he squirms– “could you keep your glasses on?” Embarrassed, his voice shrinks, and Megumi sees his blush darken 5 shades.
Megumi’s hand squeezes the flesh of his torso, before reaching to grab the glasses. He lazily perches them on his nose. He knew they would slip off at some point, but the fire deep in his core to satisfy any of Yuji’s wants overcame any rhyme or reason.
Kissing Yuji’s neck, his hands hover the waistband of Yuji’s sweatpants, but any of his hesitation melts away when Yuji lifts his hips to meet Megumi’s touch. The pants are quickly discarded, strewn across the floor nearby, leaving only the thin fabric of Yuji’s boxers.
Leaning over Yuji, he kisses the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want,” Megumi purrs.
Shivering under the warm breath fanning his neck, he answers weakly. “Do your worst, you made me wait all day.”
Megumi debates what he could do to satisfy Yuji, disregarding how tired he already was. He was definitely going to make sure they were dirty enough to make that shower count. A sly smirk spreads across his features, amused by the thought of Yuji limping around.
Then maybe afterwards he could romantically towel-dry Yuji’s hair and praise him.
Distracting Yuji by peppering his face with kisses, Megumi kicks off his own slacks. The baggy tee draped over Yuji bunches up as Megumi slides his hand up, splaying his fingers over Yuji’s tanned chest. Trying to be seductive is really hard while pinning someone’s hands above their head, Megumi figures out.
Snaking his hand down Yuji’s boxers, Megumi squeezes his thigh once, then twice, before peeling the sheer fabric off completely.
Antagonizing slow, Megumi unbuttons his own shirt, letting it slide away behind him. Settling between Yuji’s thighs, he lets go of his wrists. He drags his fingertip around Yuji’s rim, pressing a finger in knuckle-deep after a moment.
Yuji bites his lip, looking down to watch Megumi at work. His hands remain above him, following Megumi’s instructions.
Hooking his finger, he feels Yuji tighten slightly. He pulls out his finger halfway, then inserts an additional one, and he sees Yuji bite his lip even harder.
“Stop biting your lip, I want to hear you,” he instructs, punctuating his orders by scissoring his fingers inside Yuji. The sensation is warm and wet, and Yuji whimpers a little, nodding.
That should be good, Megumi decides, returning to lean over his lover. He kisses Yuji’s nose as he lowers his undergarments to his knees. Quickly spitting on his hand, he rubs it over his length. He presses chaste kisses all over Yuji’s face, lining himself up as he throws Yuji’s legs over his shoulders. Thank goodness his boyfriend was flexible. But before he can put it in, he needs Yuji to relax.
“Yuji,” he whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I love you.” And he means it, god, he means it. “Relax, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he murmurs in his ear. He brushes a faded pink strand of hair out of Yuji’s face, and he finally opens his eyes to look at him.
Yuji only sees pure adoration looking back at him, and he knows he can trust Megumi with his entire soul and being. Every time he and Megumi were intimate, he was scared. Scared that he wouldn’t be good enough, scared that Megumi wouldn’t want him anymore, but every time Megumi gave that look, that caring gaze, all his doubts and worries melted away. Like Megumi was handing him the stars and moon in his hands like it was no big deal.
The gentle silence is broken with his calm and sure breath.
Megumi drives his hips forward, and is consumed entirely in the wonderful, warm feeling. The world around him goes fuzzy and the only thing that matters to him now is him and Yuji, loving each other purely, regardless of any terms and conditions.
Yuji groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Ah– ah, fuck, Megumi,” he manages, pleading and begging for more.
Building a steady pace, Megumi continues to thrust into Yuji, until Yuji is starting to tear up and cry out every time Megumi hits his prostate just right, and he scrambles to try and touch himself, craving just a little touch.
Megumi grabs his wrist to stop him, pinning them back above Yuji’s head. “When did you get so naughty? Fuck, hands up.” He rolls his hips especially deep to prove his point. Yuji was going to come untouched, and Megumi was going to do everything in his power to make that happen.
His hair is ruffled as he aggressively nods, wanting to be good just for Megumi.
Megumi starts panting, his back aching the longer he thrusts into Yuji. He pushes his bangs off his sweaty forehead, licking his dry lips. Megumi wants to take in this sight forever. Yuji is underneath him, wrists tied up, sobbing and trembling from pleasure and want, his weeping erection already starting to leak without any extra help. Megumi huffs a proud, breathless laugh.
“S-stop laughing at me,” Yuji whines, his eyes glazed over and his lips slightly parted, trying to catch his breath.
God, with the way Yuji’s walls clench around his rock-solid cock and how beautiful and precious he is, Megumi can feel himself getting closer, tight heat curling low in his stomach, pressing.
Megumi grips Yuji’s hips, panting out, “At, fuck, the same time? S-shit!”
Yuji gasps, nodding barely, his head facing the ceiling and his eyes rolled back, totally blissed out.
Megumi erratically rams his hips into Yuji’s ass, his pace stuttering as the pressure in his lower abdomen rips out, splashing, white and hot and sticky. And Megumi groans, pumping slowly through his orgasm. He later notices that Yuji did, in fact, release with him, and has cum splattered on his abs.
The bed creaks as Megumi collapses beside him, sighing gently. He rolls to face Yuji, admiring for as long as Yuji would allow him. The lamp casts a sort of halo around Yuji’s head, and it's one of the most beautiful sights he thinks he's ever seen.
Yuji’s rising chest eventually evens out as he looks to Megumi, his pupils blown wide. “One more round? Please?” He asks gently, his gaze full of concern.
“If you don’t mind having your face in a pillow,” Megumi teases, sitting up. He grabs Yuji’s wrists, untying them momentarily. “Turn around,” he demands, and Yuji listens. He knots the fabric around Yuji’s wrists once more, just behind his back this time.
Allowing Yuji to get comfortable on the bed again, laying on his stomach, Megumi kneels behind him. “Are the handcuffs uncomfortable?” He checks, and Yuji shakes his head no.
Megumi starts trailing wet, sloppy kisses down Yuji’s spine, gripping onto his waist, leaving slight finger-shaped bruises like a constellation, his claim on Yuji. He nips at Yuji’s back a few times, just so he could hear Yuji’s gorgeous whimper.
Megumi wished he could express how much he loved Yuji in any sort of words, but he could never find the right ones. He wanted to tell his lover how he wanted to worship him forever, and how he could never fathom his life without him, or how he wasn’t sure what love truly felt like until he met him, all in one breath. No phrase of any language could ever be enough, because his love for Yuji went so deep that only he could know how truly he adored him.
“I love everything about you.” Megumi whispers, kissing Yuji’s back again. He starts grinding his hips into Yuji, his movements tender and languid, no longer rough. He leans over Yuji, pressing kisses to his shoulder. Biting his shoulder, he manages to get a moan out of him.
Yuji’s eyes are teary as he turns his head to look at Megumi. “Could you, nghh, could you, ah, go a little rougher?” He pleads, biting his lip.
Maybe Megumi could edge Yuji, just a little, so he could hear more crying and begging. Megumi definitely knew by now that he was a sadist, but how could he not be when Yuji looked like that? Instead, he slows down and starts pulling out, which pains him to do, but the reaction would be more than enough to make up for it.
Yuji chokes out a sob, visibly trembling. “No, please, no, I’ll be good? I won’t ask for anything, I swear, just, fuck, keep going,” he cries out, his eyes half-lidded and his brows threaded together. His breathing is panicked as he whines.
Megumi slams his hips into Yuji’s, leaning back to admire his work. The harsher his thrusts get, the more reactive Yuji becomes, until he’s trying to hump the blanket for any type of friction on his dick.
Noticing the disobedience, the sound of Megumi’s palm slapping Yuji’s ass echoes throughout the room. The angry red mark starts to appear as Yuji lets a moan rip through him, pleasure fogging the edges of his vision.
Nibbling at Yuji’s earlobe, Megumi breathes him in. “You like that, yeah?” He inquires, teasing and low.
Yuji whines as he nods frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Everything is hot and sticky and wet, and Megumi’s head goes bleary, and all he can think about is making sure he thrusts hard enough and at the perfect angle to hit Yuji’s prostate, feeding off of the pathetic noises he makes. The familiar pressure returns, egging on Megumi to continue.
He starts pummeling Yuji, focused on their unrelenting rhythm, before his orgasm tears through him and leaves him shaking, resting over Yuji, who had also come.
Yuji shakes under him, breathing heavily. Megumi weakly bites his shoulder blade, then kissing the same spot tenderly. He shifts to lay beside Yuji once again, untying the restraints from his wrists.
Collapsing into the sheets, Yuji rests his head on Megumi’s chest. Megumi feels Yuji smile against his feverish and sweaty skin, and he can’t help but kiss him one last time. The flavor of salt and sweat and something sweet are recognized as Megumi slides his tongue in, licking around Yuji’s teeth. His hands come to cup Yuji’s face, holding him up partially.
“One last time? It’s your good luck present for this weekend,” Megumi asks, rubbing his thumb across Yuji’s bottom lip, and he nods, slow and sure.
Megumi sits Yuji in his lap, his hands gripping his waist.
He kisses up and down his neck, biting at his jaw. “Ready?” He whispers.
“Mhm,” Yuji makes eye-contact, bracing himself on Megumi’s shoulders.
A squelching sound fills the room as Megumi starts to languidly move Yuji up and down on his lap, his biceps burning a little more each time he lifts. Yuji attempts to help by bouncing himself a little, but is eventually too consumed and overstimulated by every sound, every feeling, and ends up biting down on Megumi’s shoulder.
They stay like that, intertwined, sensually kissing each other's skin and muttering praises for at least half an hour before they both are finally satisfied, another shared orgasm between the two. They breathe in each other's presence, kissing every few minutes.
Keeping his face close to Yuji’s, Megumi glances around their surroundings. The sheets were messed up, and somewhere in the process a pillow had fallen off the bed. There was clothing strewn everywhere, and everything nearby was sticky.
“Y’know–” he kisses Yuji’s hair– “we should probably go shower. You’re covered in cum, babe.”
Yuji groans, rolling his eyes. “I would, if I was able to walk!”
That gives Megumi a chuckle, and he bumps his nose to his lover’s. “You have a point. Here, let me carry you,” Megumi offers, picking up Yuji carefully, as if anything rougher would break him into pieces.
Lifting him off the bed, Yuji grabs on tightly to Megumi’s neck, squirming and flailing. “Don’t drop me!” He squeals.
“I won’t drop you, as long as you stop moving,” he laughs, holding on tighter.
Megumi tangles his fingers through Yuji’s hair, lathering in the shampoo. He can feel Yuji slightly lean into the touch; his head lulled backwards in comfort. The soap makes Yuji’s hair stick straight up, and Megumi can’t help but giggle a bit.
“What?” Yuji opens his eyes to look back at Megumi, a suspicious brow quirked.
Directing his head forward, he chortles once more. “Look straight,” he breaths in, “I’m giving you a mohawk with shampoo.”
“Heyyyyyy,” Yuji complains, batting Megumi’s hands off of his head. “No fair, now you’ve gotta let me do it to you!” He snickers, tugging locks of black hair between his already soapy fingers. He molds his hair into two spikes, giggling the entire time.
“You look like a cat babe!” He laughs, his dimples beautifully showing, and now Megumi wants to kiss them. He gives in and gingerly presses a kiss to each side of Yuji’s mouth, one hand coming up to be placed on his cheek.
He rubs his thumb under Yuji’s eye, softly smiling. “You had suds on your face,” he says. Yuji did not have anything on his face, but God forbid a guy wanted to caress his stunning boyfriend, right?
Yuji blushes, darting his gaze away. “Stop it,” he whines.
“Yeah yeah, now help me wash this out.” Tilting his head, he allows Yuji to put his head under the stream of water, roughly massaging the sudsy shampoo out.
Megumi returns the favor, gently rinsing Yuji’s fluffy hair thoroughly. Yuji hums as Megumi pets him, relaxing back into Megumi’s chest. Steam billows between the two and Megumi can’t clearly see Yuji’s face, but he guesses that his eyes are shut and his mouth is slightly ajar.
The soft trickle of the shower stops as Megumi leans forward to turn the handle to stop. The clouds of steam fade away, and Megumi breathes in the rush of cool air as he steps out under the fan. Yuji leans on him, his legs still wobbling. Megumi presses a kiss to Yuji’s temple as he helps him stumble back to their bedroom, still sopping wet with a robe stretched over both their shoulders.
Megumi sets Yuji on their small gray couch in the living room so he can change their dirty sheets and throw them in the washer.
He finishes puffing up the soft pillows, tucking in the quilt.
Tokyo seems to finally calm, only the soft buzz of trains and a few couples walking their dogs.
The couch creaks as Megumi pulls Yuji up, catching him as he falls between his arms. Accident or not, Megumi doesn’t mind.
“Lay down, I’ll get you some clothes,” Megumi mumbles into Yuji’s neck, kissing him gently. He rummages through the wardrobe, picking out their matching Hello Kitty pants. The fabric is worn and fuzzy as he runs his hands over it, full of partially stupid but endearing memories; they smelt like the faded lavender detergent Yuji had insisted they bought. He chooses two of his own old hoodies from when they were in high school, the ones that had always suspiciously ended up in Yuji’s laundry bin.
Yuji wiggles into the pajamas, giggling to himself about how ridiculous the pants were.
Megumi melts into Yuji’s open arms, burying his face between his pecs. He slid his hands under the sweatshirt, splaying his fingers across the warm skin.
Everything around him is warm and cozy and so safe, that Megumi never wants the moment to pass. He breathes in Yuji’s scent, floral and clean and slightly sweaty, but so Yuji that he doesn’t care, because it feels like home. His only real home.
Yuji starts stroking his back, pulling the quilt full over the two. Pillows are piled high on either side of them, creating a fortress of softness and safety, and nothing in the world could be more important.
And Megumi starts wondering, out of everything in the world, why did we choose to fear love? The idea never made sense to him, even as his peers and elders looked down at two boys or two girls who were simply loving each other. If he had one wish that could be instantly granted, it would be being able to express his love for Yuji anywhere and at any time without fearing criticism, or worse.
“Megumi,” Yuji whispers. “Have you ever thought about if we were together in other universes, too?” He ruffles Megumi’s wet hair. “What if in one, we’re already married with five kids?”
Megumi chuckles, letting the gloom clear away from his mind. “Let’s not go too far now, five is a bit much, don’t you think?” His fingers intertwine with Yuji’s, squeezing. “But I like the idea of being married. Maybe we could run away to somewhere where it’s legal, and we could get our marriage papers and live in a nice little apartment, just like this one.” He daydreams, sighing softly as he looks up to Yuji.
Yuji is staring out the window, nodding slowly. “Yeah, someday,” he promises. A kiss is placed on Megumi's knuckles, a glint of hope in his eyes as he maintains eye-contact.
As they both start to drift away into sleep and Yuji starts drooping back into the pillows, Megumi can only now find the words he’d been looking for so long. Bunching the fabric of Yuji’s sweatshirt in his fists, he confesses, clinging on like he’s scared he’d get dragged away.
He murmurs, soft and sleepy, into his chest.
“Yuji, my heart is so full of you that I can hardly call it my own. G’night.”