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Getting under Megumi’s skin was Gojo’s favorite pastime.
It didn’t matter where they were or who they were with, if Gojo saw an opportunity to make Megumi squirm he’d take it before Megumi could even get the chance to tell him to knock it off or threaten punishment.
Which is how they ended up in the position they were currently in; Megumi was on the couch, a book in his hand, as Gojo sat on his cock, completely nude with his arms and hands tied into a shibari and against the small of his back, so he couldn’t try and pleasure himself.
This was a punishment after all.
“Stop squirming,” Megumi warned, flipping the page of his book as he reached the bottom.
A small whimper left Gojo’s mouth as he wiggled his hips, “I’m trying to get comfortable, if your dick wasn’t so bi–gah,” he yelped when Megumi’s hand slapped the side of his ass.
Rolling his eyes, Megumi went back to his book, “Well if you hadn’t embarrassed me in front of my friends like you did, you wouldn’t be in this position, now would you?”
A loud and dramatic huff left Gojo’s mouth. Megumi rolled his eyes again and glanced at his watch. He’d only been sitting there for ten minutes and had fifteen minutes to go. Surely, Gojo could handle sitting still for that long.
But fifteen minutes seemed to be too much for Gojo, because it wasn’t even a whole two minutes later that he was squirming and moving his hips against Megumi’s, “G-Gumi, p-please,” he whined, grinding his hips down. He turned to Megumi with half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip caught behind his teeth.
Megumi was a weak man, Gojo’s movements and whine shooting straight down to his cock. Mix that in with Gojo looking utterly fucked out of his mind and he was snapping his book closed and deciding that Gojo’s punishment was over.
He leaned forward and pressed his chest against Gojo’s back, his hands gripping his hips as he guided them along his cock, making his lover do all the work, “Please what?” he asked.
“Please” he begged.
“You have to use your words, Satoru, please what?” Megumi gripped his ass before giving it a hard slap.
Gojo gasped, “Fuck me, please,” he got out,
“Since you asked so nicely,” Megumi teased, slapping his ass again, “Get on the couch,” he requested.
Gojo whimpered as he stood up, his legs a little shaky from sitting on Megumi’s cock for so long. He climbed onto the couch, facing the back of it and leaned forward, exposing his hole.
Licking at his bottom lip, Megumi stood behind Gojo and slid his fingers down to his hole and prodded at it gently with his finger tips, “Are you going to embarrass me in front of my friends again, Satoru?” He knew it would happen again. Gojo was a slut for punishment.
“N-no, please Gumi, fuck me,” he whined again, pushing his ass to take more of Megumi’s fingers. Humming, Megumi removed his fingers and kneeled down, pulling Gojo’s cheeks apart. “Hmm, Good boy,” he praised before licking at his entrance.
Gojo panted in front of him, his legs shaking with every swipe of Megumi’s tongue against his hole, “Gumi, gumi, a-ahh, fuck,” he chanted, pushing his ass out to get more of his tongue.
Megumi moaned himself, gripping the back of Gojo’s thighs to help him keep steady. He used one hand to help Gojo brace himself, while his other hand went down to his cock, stroking it in time with his tongue.
He leaned back only to replace his tongue with his fingers, pressing them inside with little preamble. He fucked Gojo with his fingers, pulling moans and curses from his lover’s mouth.
Removing his fingers, Megumi wiped them off quickly and grabbed the lube he had brought out earlier and poured it over his cock. He gave it a few strokes before pushing the head into Gojo’s entrance.
“Fuuuuck, yesss,” Gojo hissed.
Megumi hummed his agreement, sliding into Gojo easily. His hips slotted against him easily and he stilled, relishing in the way that Gojo’s hole squeezed his cock.
“You were on my cock for almost half an hour and you’re still so tight,” he chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled his hips back, only to slam back into Gojo.
The sounds of their coupling filled the air. Skin slapping against skin, morphed with their moans and praises. Megumi lurched forward, one hand on Gojo’s hips, the other bracing himself on the back of the couch, deepening his thrusts, aiming specifically for Gojo’s prostate.
When he hit it with his cock, Gojo screeched, head thrown back, loud panting as he rolled his hips back to meet Megumi’s thrusts.
“O-Oh, I’m s-so c-close,” Gojo panted, trying to keep up with matching Megumi’s thrust.
“You want to come, Satoru? My cock just that good?” Megumi hazed him as he grabbed his cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
It didn’t take long before Gojo came with a silent moan, riding out his orgasm in short spurts. He went limp, the only movement coming from Megumi’s own thrusts. He came shortly after, slumping over Gojo’s back.
After he caught his breath, he pulled out slowly and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth to wipe off Gojo’s thighs, and anywhere else their cum may have ended up.
When he was cleaned up, Megumi worked on untying the ropes, making sure to kiss any burns or imprints it left behind. Gojo was like a ragdoll, falling onto the couch with limp limbs.
Megumi kissed his forehead before going to toss the washcloth in the washer. He kneeled down by the couch and brushed Gojo’s hair out of his face, “Come on Satoru, let’s go sleep,” he said.
Gojo hummed in response, holding out his arms for Megumi to pick him up.
Once he had Gojo picked up comfortably, he headed to their shared bedroom where they both passed out, snuggled close together.