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More than ten minutes had passed—eleven to be exact—and if one more minute goes without having Megumi glue to his hip, he’s afraid he’s going to start a national alert for a missing man. He had two options; staying where he was until Megumi came back from his ‘trip to the bathroom’, or start walking around the place to find him.
So he chooses the latter.
They usually don’t go from night club to night club. Their favorite spot it’s downtown, not many people know about it and the music selection is great, plus they always have great deals on drinks, but Megumi insisted on going to a new club opening that promised too many good things for the first night. Now he’s looking for a man that’s almost two meters tall in a sea of people, he can’t see anything because the lighting it’s awful even for a night club and the music it’s too loud so even if he tried to scream with all the air in his lungs no one within an arm of distance would hear him, the architecture of the place it’s unknown to him so he doesn’t even know where he’s going.
“There you are!” Someone screams in his ear. No need to guess who it was. “We should leave.” Yuuta doesn’t want to scream back, so he settles for a thumbs up and a nod.
He manages to get to the exit dragging Megumi by the arm while walking through the crowd. That wouldn’t be happening if they were in their underground bar. The outside air finally hits their face, it’s really cold and neither of them are wearing weather appropriate clothes, so they unconsciously get close to maintain their body temperature high.
“My phone died,” Megumi says as if he hadn’t assumed that already.
“Every-damn-time,” he reaches into his back pocket for his portable battery. “I told you to buy one like a month ago.”
“But I have you.” Yours it’s probably what he meant, but he’s all blushed and giggly so Yuuta decides he’s not going to add to the struggle.
“What if someday I’m not around?”
That would mean that; one, Megumi decided to leave with someone else. He will have no way to tell him he’s not going to make it home with him, so Yuuta would stay in the club until they close to realize he was left alone. He would get home all by himself and stay awake until later in the day when Megumi comes back because he’d be too nervous to go to sleep with no news about him. Or two, and honestly worst, Megumi decided to take someone to their apartment without telling him and as soon as he’ll get there he’d have to hear him or see him—“Just keep that one, I'll order a new one for myself,” that way he’ll save everyone a problem.
Yuuta didn’t drink that much. He’s the one in charge of getting them both home safely, even if he doesn’t drive, he has to make sure the uber driver isn’t a creep.
“The drinks were great,” says Megumi as soon as Yuuta puts his phone away after ordering the Uber.
“They were?” Just by listening to him talk dragging the vowels he could tell that they were, so the question is unnecessary. “Which one did you like better?”
Moscow mule.
“Moscow mule,” he just knows him too well. “But, no, actually—dude,” it’s funny to see him struggling to get his thoughts straight. “Did you try the—huh, what was it called?”
Megumi is not a drunk, he’s a light weight. It’s not like Yuuta counts how much his friend drinks, but he knows him enough to know that he probably only had five or six drinks before his body decided to go full boozehound mode.
“Margarita!” A bulb lighted on his head. “It was so-oo good.”
The app shows that their drive is close, so he links their arms before Megumi keeps pacing around babbling about the tequila.
“The bartender told me it was an import, that's why it was good,” Yuuta looks at him with endearment, Megumi turns into a very talkative person when he drinks. “She was very pretty by the way, did you see her?”
“No,” I was too busy trying to find you. “But I believe you.”
A car parks right in front of them at the same time his phone rings with a notification that their driver was there. The backseat is nice and comfortable, he makes sure to buckle up Megumi first because his mind it’s still trying to list the ingredients of the cocktails to pay attention to what has to be done, then he buckles himself.
Megumi stops his mumbling to hold his hand as soon as the car goes.
“I’m sorry,” he says while interlacing their fingers, caressing the back of his hand with his thumb. “I feel like you never get to have fun because you’re taking care of me.” He leans his head back into the carseat, looking up at him.
“If I wanted to, I would get drunk,” he squeezes his hand gently, mirroring his head movement too as Megumi makes a really exaggerated pout.
“Ow, look at you being all soft,” Yuuta lets go of his hand with a huff. “And you gave me your battery too. Do you want something from me?” He smirks, insinuating.
“Yeah, I want you to shut up.”
Megumi still looks at him up through his eyelashes with a smile plastered on his face but he’s too far gone, it only takes him some seconds to close his eyes and fall asleep. The ride back home is 45 minutes, so he decides to also rest for a little bit.
“Uhm—we’re here,” the driver’s voice wakes him up.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he gets out of the car to get to Megumi’s side and shake him by the shoulder. “Hey, wake up,” no answer, just a grunt and a turn to the other side.
“Seems like you’re going to carry your boyfriend inside,” the driver says and before he can answer he notices how Megumi’s mouth curves on the side.
“I’m not carrying you,” he flicks his forehead. “C’mon I’m cold.”
Yuuta apologized to the uber driver and left him a 30% tip, for how late in the night it is and the trouble they might’ve caused.
Megumi’s dad got them a pretty good deal in an apartment complex in the city. They live in a two bedroom penthouse near to both their jobs with an amazing view and whoever hears how much they’re paying would believe Megumi is a nepobaby—he is, but Yuuta is grateful he gets to also enjoy the benefits.
Benefits and drawbacks though, because the elevator has been malfunctioning and they’re not going to climb 20 floors by stairs, so they have to wait in the lobby until the elevator comes down.
Megumi is swinging his hip side to side, a sign that he’s getting impatient and trying to calm himself. Every time he swings to the left he bumps Yuuta’s hip. He snorts wondering how many times he has used the expression glued to the hip when referring to their friendship and right now it’s a literal expression.
He swings his hip back and smacks Megumi a little too hard, making him lose his balance. Thankfully his reflexes work just fine, so he’s able to grab one of the belt loops of his jeans and steadies him before anything can happen. Megumi ends up close enough to lean his cheek on his shoulder, so he leaves it there for a second.
Yuuta glances down to make sure he’s okay but also just because he’s right there. Megumi looks up, eyes crinkled, and something weird twists in Yuuta’s chest but he bites the inside of his cheek and shakes the thought away.
"Why didn’t you want to carry your boyfriend inside?” Megumi says with a cheesy smile.
“Because you were awake!” he answers exasperated but careful not to move too much. Megumi looks like he’s trying to suppress a grin. “What?”
“Am I your boyfriend?”
“My, ah—” he sighs. “I wasn’t going to correct him. It’s too late, he drove us too far and you were being a brat.” The elevator finally opens its doors before Megumi can answer.
Once they’re finally home, Yuuta makes his way to the kitchen. “Do you want to eat something?” Megumi hums in agreement, following him behind.
More to the list of benefits and drawbacks, they always eat outside, meaning they never have any food in the fridge, or anywhere for that matter. He opens the cabinets hoping at least some snacks appear.
“We only have cereal,” he gives up. It’s a half empty bag of an old oat cereal Megumi bought once and never finished because he didn’t like them that much. Then he goes to the fridge to check if by any chance they had milk. “No milk.”
“I’m actually craving something else,” when he closes the fridge door, Megumi leans against it, stepping right inside Yuuta’s personal space.
“We’re not going to find anything open at th—”
To his misfortune, he hadn’t realized how drunk Megumi really was.
He figures it out right before Megumi plants both palms on his chest and lets them slide up, slow and clumsy, until they loop behind his neck. He then tilts his head, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at him.
“No silly,” Megumi murmurs, eyes flicking down to his lips. “Something else.”
It takes Yuuta a second to process what’s happening.
Megumi is flirting with him.
He freezes for a second, swallowing hard, his throat is dry, so nothing goes down. His heart is beating really fast, partly because of the implication but also because Megumi is really too damn close. He deals with that first, putting a firm hand on his chest to prevent him from getting any closer.
“You’re too drunk,” Yuuta says as if letting himself know and curses for not noticing before. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?”
Megumi blinks up at him, his eyes are little crescents and the kitchen light works just enough to show how glassy they are. He shakes his head with a pout.
“Give me a good night kiss.”
A shiver runs up Yuuta’s spine and he feels dizzy all of a sudden. His breath is caught up in his throat, but he’s able to let it out with a sigh.
“Megumi,” he says softly. “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
He tries to move away and get him to walk in the attempt, but Megumi manages to pull him closer, cagging himself between the counter and Yuuta. He was about to trip over, so he had no other option than to place his hands on the counter behind. Megumi grabs his arms for balance but also to keep him in place.
“I’m not drunk,” he says, almost believable. He janks himself away and Megumi drags him closer. “One kiss and I’ll go to bed.”
“No,” Yuuta says firmly. “C’mon, let’s go to sleep.”
His knuckles turn white for how strong he’s holding the counter behind him. Megumi is making him really nervous right now. He’s strong enough to pull away and leave, but that would mean that he had to hurt him in order to get out of his grip, and honestly, he doesn’t want that either. He stops trying to step back and just holds himself against the counter.
“Why have you never kissed me?” Megumi asks and it feels like he’s missing something.
“Because you’re my best friend,” and I don’t see you like that.
They’ve been friends since they’re both seventeen, they immediately felt the chemistry between them and since day one, they’ve been always together, glued to the hip. They now live together and every single thing that they do they must do it with the company of the other.
So seeing it in that way, he guesses it would make sense, he knows a lot of people kiss their friends, just to experience it or just because they’re friends. But it’s different because it’s Megumi and—no, it’s wrong, it feels wrong.
“Are you afraid you’re going to like it?” Even like this, Megumi is still a brat.
His head feels fuzzy after Megumi says that. When he thinks about the implication, well yes, but also, why would I be afraid? If he likes it then he likes it, he’ll move on, he kissed his best friend and found out he likes the kiss, so what? He liked the kiss, not him—
But, what if?
No, that’s absurd. It’s just Megumi at the end of the day. Megumi, his super best buddy.
Megumi who keeps fluttering his eyelashes, Megumi whose eyes are big and shiny while he looks at him and that doesn't make him feel any way at all. Not weird, nervous or like his chest is about to combust. Just nothing at all.
“Just one,” he insists. “One and I’ll go to bed. I promise.”
Drunk or not, Megumi is a very stubborn person. He knows he’ll insist until Yuuta finally complies because he would never just get tired of insisting, it’s not in his nature. It’s like he was born to always get what he wants. And who is he to defy the laws of the universe?
Yuuta looks down at his lips and they’re partially open because he’s still in trance looking at him. He doesn’t get it, has he always looked at him like this? Probably not, he would’ve noticed before. Just like he noticed how drunk Megumi is, right? What he does know it’s that it’s the first time he has paid attention to it. One more glance to them and he almost considers it, but he’s better than this.
“You’re going to regret it tomorrow,” he says to Megumi but it was honestly an internal monologue because unconsciously his hands start to give up behind him.
Just one.
His body is still not completely leaning against Megumi’s, but he knows he’s getting there. The moral part of his mind is fighting a battle with the part that already gave up to the idea. Megumi is drunk, it’s really late, they’re both exhausted.
Just one to get him to go to bed.
“I won't,” Megumi breathes out a whisper, but they’re so close he hears him just fine. “I swear.”
It’s just a kiss.
Megumi’s hands slide on his arm up until they reach his shoulders to bring him closer. He’s probably very uncomfortable with the position, Yuuta is basically pushing him against the hard marble counter but he doesn’t seem to care, he’s still fixated on him, his eyes, his lips and everything on him he can look at.
Thinking about it makes Yuuta feel like his ribs are shrinking and the space inside his body it’s suddenly not enough to hold his organs. He’s going to collapse.
“One kiss,” he announces to both of them and his lips are already on Megumi’s when he’s nodding in acknowledgement.
He could’ve just plastered a chaste kiss over his lips.
Megumi had already stopped being pushy so it would’ve been so easy for him to step back and grab his arm to drag him to his room and close the door behind him, ignoring if he’s grunting or saying anything.
Then, he would’ve gone to his room, brushed his teeth, washed his face, put on his pajamas and turned his phone on airplane mode so no one would bother him until tomorrow noon. By the time he comes out of his room he would find Megumi hungover in the kitchen and he would make fun of him for always doing the same thing.
But he didn’t.
He pressed his lips against Megumi’s like he was trying a new candy for the first time. At first he was hesitant, not knowing what he was going to find, so his lips remained motionless for a split second until he discovered that the candy was sweet and that Megumi's lips were as soft as they looked. He moves slowly and takes his time savoring it.
His chest feels unbelievable thigh and the only thing making it better are Megumi’s kitty-like strokes in his hair. He wants to lean more, taste more—
Just one kiss.
But he’s not doing this for himself, he has to get Megumi in his bed.
“Okay,” he breathes and Megumi looks at him dazed. “Go to bed now.”
Megumi’s eyes are far more glassy than before. His hands are still one on his shoulder and the other holding the back of his head. Yuuta’s hands are still caging him between the counter. He needs to move, he has to move. Shivers are running all over his body, he’s feeling too much and at the same time, his mind it’s blank. The only thing he can focus on is Megumi’s big round eyes with dilated pupils and his flushed pink lips.
He doesn’t move, part because he hopes Megumi would keep being impertinent and take the lead to kiss him again, and part because he wants to self indulge and just do it himself.
But Megumi bites his lower lips and takes his hands away from his body while nodding.
“Good night,” he says with a sad tone.
Everything is being far more dramatic than it needs to be and Yuuta hates it.
If Megumi is going to regret it tomorrow anyways he’s going to blame it on the alcohol and then he’s going to plan his week ahead because there’s nothing else he can do. It’s not like he could come back in time to erase it, he already did it.
But for some reason he knows he’s going to regret it even more if he doesn’t stop him and pulls him close just one more time. If he regrets it tomorrow, then he’ll blame Megumi and his alcohol, but if he regrets the rest of his life not knowing just how much he can get from him, then he has no one but himself to blame.
He stares down at the damn counter and takes a deep breath.
Just one more.
Before he can walk further away, Yuuta grabs his wrist stopping him. Megumi turns to look at him without saying anything and in reality there’s nothing to say, they both know what is happening, they both know Yuuta gave in and they both know Megumi wants it just as bad but neither of them move. They both stay where they are, the air feels thick, unbreathable and Yuuta can’t hold it anymore.
He doesn’t need to drag him close, in a second Megumi is already flushed against his chest and he’s surrounding him by the waist like he wants to make sure he’s not going to walk away, even if he knows he won’t. He hugs him tight and Megumi holds on his shirt when their mouths meet again.
Lips are crashing hard and he almost misses the way Megumi smiles against them, just by a second, because he’s able to get his tongue inside his mouth when it happens.
He feels the tiny round pearls he has as teeth and wonders if he’ll get drunk by the tequila that still linger over his tongue, but there’s something stronger and way more intoxicating, but as much as he kisses and leans trying to know what it is the only thing he gets it’s Megumi Megumi Megumi, and his head spins around.
He moves his hand freely over his body and finds the spot just where his shirt is riddle up to put his hand under. Freezing cold skin that burns at the touch and so, so soft, just like all of him.
This is wrong.
He whines against his mouth and his mind goes blank again. All he thinks is Megumi, all he wants is Megumi, he just wants more, so he chases even if he tries to pull back to catch a breath, they’ll breathe when they can. Every spot where Megumi places his hand melts immediately and he feels like he’s going to lose the ground in any minute.
Teeth, mouth and tongue all over each other. A drop of saliva runs down his lip and he takes just a second to lick it back inside his mouth before even knowing who it belongs to, but it was probably Megumi’s by how sweet it tastes.
“Yuut-ah!,” Megumi manages to pull back even if Yuuta reaches for him.
They’re both out of breath, every time Megumi exhales, Yuuta inhales. It’s too intimate, they’re too close and he wonders just how much more can he get out of him.
He realizes his hand is still tucked under his shirts and he caresses his back like he’s afraid it may break with the wrong touch. His other hand cups his cheek and Megumi leans on it automatically.
For how long has he actually been waiting for this?
Not Megumi. Megumi looks at him like he holds all the answers in the world and he knows it’s because he’s drunk, but he rather think that it’s because maybe Megumi actually believes it.
For how long has he been waiting for this?
Short answer, a long time.
Long answer, since the day they met and he saw him sitting all alone in the corner of the room. He had his hair a bit long and wild at the time and he thought that he was the most interesting person in the room. He walked towards him like he was being drawn and sat by his side. Megumi looked at him with his big curious eyes and immediately after that, he knew he didn’t want to spend a second of his life without Megumi glued to his hip.
No one can blame him, Megumi is just so easy to look at, so easy to be with, so easy to love.
So he has been waiting for this even more than he can imagine.
“Are you sending me to sleep now?” Megumi’s voice brings him back to the present, where he’s in front of him and he has him in the palm of his hands, literally. Yuuta shakes his head. “Then?”
Green shiny eyes look at him, expecting. Yuuta wants more, just more.
He pushes him back against the counter again, but this time he carries him so he can sit on it. Their lips meet for a brief moment before Yuuta traces pecks along his cheek all the way to the side of his long, delicate neck. He licks it first, everything still tastes just so much like him and he fears he might become addicted.
Yuuta can’t help himself.
His nose nuzzles against it before he’s opening his mouth to bite and suck. Megumi exhales heavily and his hands find their way inside the sleeves of his shirt. Every touch feels like an electric wave against his skin but he has no desire for it to stop.
“Don’t leave a mark,” Megumi whispers while he’s still sucking on his neck.
He’s asking too much, he doesn’t want to just leave a mark, he wants everyone to know that it was Yuuta who did it. If he could he would leave his name over them. Megumi grunts and pushes him away as soon as he is about to move to a clean spot and immediately pulls him back to kiss his lips again.
He kisses with hunger, hurrying because he’s worried they might not be there anymore if he doesn’t kiss him fast enough. Megumi might’ve wanted this just as much and for as long as he, but he never showed it. Elegant, delicate and always mysterious Megumi, only vulnerable when he’s drunk and just for him to see.
His hands tug at the collar of his shirt to bring him even closer, chest against chest and their crotches meet for the first time. Yuuta hisses at the sensation.
He feels in ecstasy when he realizes how hard his shaft is resting inside his pants. He was too busy trying to discover how Megumi tastes like to pay attention to his erection, to be honest, he didn’t even know he had one.
Megumi rolls his hips against him one more time and that makes both gasp.
He takes that opportunity to now stick his tongue inside Yuuta’s mouth and he just lets him. Small and tender trying to reach behind his teeth, but it's too short. Yuuta laughs and Megumi leans closer to get as much as he can. One of Megumi’s hands slides down to the waistband of his jeans, he’s desperately trying to un-do the bottom and when he finally does, he dips his fingers inside his underwear.
It happens too fast, he doesn’t even have time to process it or pull back when Megumi’s slender fingers are already wrapping his dick.
He looks at him, hesitantly. This is wrong, this is wrong, he chants in his head but when Megumi moves his hand up and down in the crammed space inside his pants he melts and every single rational thought leaves his mind. Everything is Megumi Megumi Megumi again.
Pleasure rushes through his body and he has to hold himself not to kneel. Megumi jerks him off slowly but calculatedly, like he knows Yuuta’s body and the way it’ll react.
“You like this?” He whispers full of lust and Yuuta feels like he’s going to come just by listening to him.
It's filthy and so, so, wrong. They’re in the kitchen, they eat—sometimes—there and on top of everything, he’s his best friend. They shouldn’t be doing this, not here, or anywhere, or at all.
But he can’t stop it, he can’t stop him.
Not now when Megumi has fastened his pace making his toe curl in an attempt to ground himself. Not now when Megumi wraps his legs around his hips to bring him closer and the friction of hand, body, jeans and marble has him losing his mind. Not now when Megumi nips and kisses his mouth with little pecks with so much love that he forgets all the reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this and replaces them with questions of why he didn't do it before.
Megumi’s free hand cups his cheek and it stings at the touch. He’s just gasping and moaning while Megumi keeps looking at him with tender, innocent eyes, as if he wasn’t giving him a handjob.
Too much.
He’s starting to feel light headed, fuzzy, and his knees don’t feel strong enough to hold his body up. They press their forehead together, Yuuta looks at him with lidded eyes and Megumi smiles like he’s being compassive.
“Megumi,” he whines and Megumi hums. I’m going to cum. “Kiss me.”
Sparkles and warmth flow through his body when their lips meet again. It feels like a lost piece of them has finally found where it belongs and it’s only been minutes since they last kissed. There’s no hurry now, no hunger, no desperation to reach—only all the love they’ve been holding back from each other, not for minutes, but for years.
The space inside his jeans is getting unbelievably tight and Megumi’s movements faster. His ears are drumming and just when the pleasure is building up in his stomach he realizes he can’t come like this, he doesn’t want to.
“Wait,” it comes out as a gasp as soon as he grabs Megumi’s hand to stop him.
He accidentally edged himself and didn’t think about it before doing it, so he has to breath out the frustration first to be able to think and speak properly again.
“What’s wrong?” Megumi’s voice is low and gentle. Yuuta is still grabbing his wrist but he manages to twist it so that he can be holding his hand in a reassuring way instead. “Are you okay?”
Megumi is always so patient, so calm and polite, even right now, even if his hand if covered in precum and he has his own bulge restrained inside his pants to take care of, he takes a moment to check on Yuuta and caress his cheek like nothing else matters more and his heart aches.
“‘m fine,” he says as soon as he’s back to his senses. “I just don’t want to come inside my jeans.”
“Then where?” The syllables in his mouth are mushy and the question itself sounds ridiculous but it’s so obscene and his answer for it even more.
In you.
Yuuta doesn’t say it. The answer hangs in the air between them, thick, sticky and hot air.
“Ah,” Megumi realizes and nods because he wants it too.
Both pairs of hands are working to get as many pieces of clothes as possible out of the way, but the space is so cramped, they’re both impatient and they don’t want to stop kissing so it ends up being harder than necessary.
Gasps and smack kisses are the only sound hearable in their apartment complex. His cock is resting hard, pulsing and thick against his stomach, Megumi stares down at it and sighs at the sight.
“Do we have to—”
“No,” Megumi interrupts. “Just go slow.”
One of Megumi’s hands clings on his shoulders again and he spits on the other to then smear the saliva over the length. Yuuta pulls his hips so that he can have an entrance and when it finally aligns with his hole he slides it in.
Unhurried and careful. Megumi knots his eyebrows and his grip gets stronger on his shoulders. Inside he’s warm and so inconceivable tight it makes his head spin intoxicated. It feels different than everything he's tried before but not wrong, in fact, it never felt any better.
Megumi whines against his ear when he’s halfway in and his impulses are telling him to go all in and end the torture for both of them, but mainly for him. He wants to rip more noises out of him but he also wants him to not hate him for not listening to him, so he keeps going slow even if it burns him.
He finally reaches in completely and Megumi’s moan gets muffled on his shoulder, his cheek is burning hot against his skin and his grip is finally getting softer.
“You tell me when to move, okay?” He whispers in his ear and kisses his hair tenderly. Megumi snorts and it slowly becomes a quiet laugh. The vibration makes them both quiver but that doesn’t stop him from keeping laughing under his breath between gasps.
“You’re still being all soft,” he finally says. “You sure you didn’t want anything from me?” Recalling his own words from before.
Megumi looks at him with lustful eyes and a playful smirk. He wants to flick his forehead or kiss him because both feel like a very reasonable response.
“You’re still a brat,” he says before leaning in and kissing because he can flick his forehead any other day.
Megumi doesn’t have to say anything but he feels like it’s adequate for him to move now and when he moans in his mouth he knows it was just the right time.
Every single noise that leaves his mouth makes Yuuta’s skin crawl. He can get used to just hearing him and nothing else for the rest of his life. Megumi embraces him like he can’t have him any closer and when he rolls his hips up Yuuta can feel his hard dick gracing his abdomen, the sensation makes them both grunt.
With every thrust he gives inside Megumi he feels more and more dazed, every moan he rips out of his lungs gives him only more energy to keep going and at this point he feels like all his senses are overwhelmed just by Megumi Megumi Megumi, but even if that’s true, he wants more.
He wraps his hand around Megumi’s throbbing shaft and he strains his legs around his hips. His hands are claws on his back and he can feel the pleasure reaching its peak when he leans forward to give him just a chaste kiss over the lips.
“Yuu—I’m going to—” he gasps and Yuuta jerks him faster.
His mouth falls open with a singular strangled moan and he feels warm thick liquid covering his fist. His limbs are weak around his body and Yuuta is fast enough to catch him before he falls back against the kitchen tiles. Megumi shakes, his eyes are closed and only whines when he takes his hand away from his cock. He looks so vulnerable and out of himself and Yuuta can only feel his cock twitching still inside of him at the sight.
He hasn’t come yet, his dick feels heavy and painful, but he can’t do anything about it, not when Megumi is still trying to catch his breath and bring his mind inside of his head.
With Megumi’s head thrown backwards he can see the marks he left before and that seems to be the last straw, he needs to leave a little bit of him in all of Megumi. He thrust hard but also slow, just to see his reaction and when Megumi whines all high pitched it only makes his alarm buzzers go off.
“No,” Megumi whispers and ‘keep going’ is what he hears.
He grabs his hands to interwind them before he pushes in again, and again, and again, until Megumi is nothing but a mess of nonsense babbling and squirming.
“Yuuta,” he cries, but it only makes Yuuta feel shivers down his spine. “Can’t.”
He can.
He keeps thrusting, making sure he’s targeting his prostate and he knows he’s doing it because Megumi only moves his head side to side. He feels hot, sticky and guilty, but he can’t stop himself. Megumi just looks so easy to mangle, to break and bring to the limit, over and over again, so that’s what he wants to do.
“Please Yuuta,” he pleads and tries to push him, but his fists are not strong enough to even move him a little bit. “Stop.”
Megumi keeps whining and a tear falls down his cheek. It feels wrong, he knows it is wrong, but the more he thinks about it the more he gets closer to release. Megumi stops trying to push him away and instead starts to roll his hips up again.
“Stop,” Megumi keeps squirming and sobbing and Yuuta only hears more more more.
He sinks harder and faster inside Megumi and he’s able to see how his brain turns down completely. He stopped tensing and his mouth hangs open only to breath, no words or sound comes out of it. Yuuta cups his cheek and he opens his eyes briefly before shutting them close again.
“I’m close,” he announces and Megumi can barely nod.
Plumped vibrant pink lips completely open letting air in and out of his lungs, his side profile is still refined and delicate but now his neck is covered in hickeys and it almost ruins the view. His hair is all puffy and disheveled, no longer stylized, strings stick to his forehead with sweat and if he was any conscious he would complain to him about it, but he’s not. He’s almost passed out and Yuuta can only think of engraving this image of him under his eyelids.
A burning pressure is starting to grow bigger in his abdomen with every thrust. Megumi is still trying to push him away but at the same time he’s clenching around him and it makes his ears fuzz.
His movements are so rapid and erratic that he doesn’t get to feel himself get close. His sight goes black for a split second when cum fills Megumi from the inside. It’s sticky and warm around him and he feels so dizzy he might pass out. Megumi squeezes his arm for a last time when his dick pulsates and splurs a liquid more transparent than before.
“Yuuta, Yuuta, ” he chants like is the only thing he knows how to say and Yuuta pulls out of him like he understands what he means.
Megumi looks impossibly out of him and Yuuta wants nothing more than to pamper him with kisses. He feels guilty and so incredibly good it makes no sense even for him. He kisses his temple, his cheek and his lips before he presses their foreheads together.
“I’ll get you to bed, okay?” Megumi doesn’t answer, he doesn’t need to because Yuuta is already pulling his pants up to carry him to his bedroom.
He takes him to the bathroom first. He makes sure to use as many wet wipes as possible to clean him well and washes his face with just enough water not to bother him. He tries to brush his teeth even if Megumi keeps moving his head around and finally he puts him in a comfortable set of pajamas before taking him to bed.
“Sleep here,” Megumi says and he sounds fully conscious again.
Brat.
“I need to clean myself,” he doesn’t want to bicker, not right now. “I’ll come back.”
And he does when he feels fresh and tidy.
He sinks on the bed next to Megumi and he turns around to wrap a leg and arm around him, his nose is breathing on his neck and Yuuta feels like his heart is going to finally give in and explode for the night. It doesn’t, instead, he falls asleep with a human sized plushie on top of his body.
The next morning he wakes up with a big thud of the door. It doesn’t take him much before the walls of the room start to shrink around him and he’s left trapped to face the consequences of his actions. All the memories from last night drown him and he feels like he’s about to throw up.
His mind begins to wonder if Megumi is mad at him, what if he’s already looking to move somewhere else? What if he’s calling the police? What if he doesn’t want to see him anymore? Or honestly worse than anything, what if he doesn’t remember anything and he has to explain why on earth he was on his bed.
The only way he’ll know it’s if he goes out of the room and faces his destiny. So he does. Megumi is cleaning the kitchen counter, out of all places, and he can see a pan on the stove.
“Hey,” Megumi says without turning to see him. “I thought you were never going to wake up.” He turns to look at him and his smile turns into a frown. “Are you okay? all the color left your face.”
“Are you,” Yuuta has a better question, actually. “Do you remember last night?”
“What happened last night?”
Oh no. No, no, no.
“I do, idiot,” Megumi flicks him on the forehead and instead of feeling a stinging pain, Yuuta feels relief. “I specifically remember two things. That I told you I wasn’t drunk and not to leave marks.” He pulls the collar of his shirt to show three big and purple bruises on his neck.
“Ah, sorry,” Yuuta gulps. “So, are you mad at me?”
“Of course I am, I look like I got mauled by a dog,” he snorts. “Well, it’s not like there's a big difference.”
Yuuta feels sparkles and butterflies in his stomach. This whole interaction feels so them but he knows it’s different, different in a good way. Maybe his heart can handle a little bit more.
“I’m sorry Gumi,” he squishes Megumi’s cheeks between his hands and Megumi furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t move. “Wait, does this mean I can now kiss you whenever I want?”
Megumi grunts and pushes him away.
“You always could.”