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Well, fuck. Yuuji's life felt weirdly different after just a few days of Sukuna staying at his place. The man hadn't lied when he mentioned spoiling him, what the hell, because the mattress was already one (big) thing, and woah that made such a difference to have a new and good one, but he hadn't expected to wake up on the man while he was buying him groceries on his phone.

What.

Sukuna had pressed a kiss to his forehead when he realized he was awake, asked him if he wanted a specific brand of coffee and chuckled when Yuuji just blinked.

“... Are you my sugar daddy ?” Yuuji sleepily asked that morning, and Sukuna's breath audibly hitched, his hand flexing on Yuuji's nape.

“Hmm, maybe. That doesn't sound like a bad idea.” Sukuna had said, voice deep with either sleep or lust, eyes shining in a way that made Yuuji feel like he had just handed the man a new thing to play with.

Yawning, Yuuji lifted a hand up to rub his eyes. “Can't you just be a doting boyfriend ?” he asked as he scratched his hairline, sleepy. If he had been a bit more awake Yuuji definitely wouldn't have said that, the hell was wrong with him ? Even if Sukuna had mentioned wanting to date him right after they met, it still felt weird to directly say 'boyfriend' like that.

“I can be both, baby.” the singer said as he played with the clasp of Yuuji's brand new necklace, fingers careful even if the thing was designed to be sturdy. And mostly designed to look exactly like the tattoos on his shoulders. How Sukuna had managed to get it done in such a short amount of time, well, Yuuji had no idea. But he didn't want to ever have to take it off.

“I'd rather call you my boyfriend than my daddy…” Yuuji sleepily mumbled, not awake enough to really think before talking, once again, what, no, stop that Yuuji. He also was not awake enough to understand the reactions that came from the man under him, or at least not until a few hours later, because there definitely were stuff to unpack there. Yuuji sighed then, shuffled down a bit and nuzzled even closer to Sukuna, eyes refusing to open again, and Sukuna hummed, moved them both a bit, just enough so that his slowly hardening length wasn't squished between them in an uncomfortable way, and let him sleep for ten more minutes, fingers slowly petting through his hair.

Yuuji slipped in and out of sleep, and Sukuna softly sang to him the whole time, voice barely above a whisper as he kept scrolling on his phone with one hand and lightly scratched the short hair of his undercut with the other, stopping singing to click his tongue as the website refused to work and as he considered picking more things.

And Yuuji had laughed, the next morning, as he found a total of three bottles of lube inside the grocery bags between the coffee and the sugar, had blushed as Sukuna pressed a kiss right on top of the necklace's clasp and slowly bit on the skin under his lips, a light scrap of his teeth against Yuuji's nape that felt more possessive than anything he had done before, and Yuuji shivered as he felt Sukuna's mouth close around the clasp, his teeth lightly clacking on the metal, and he whined a bit as the man moved back and mentioned having to go out for a couple of hours.

“Oh baby, already so attached to me ?” had whispered Sukuna, low and happy.

“Mmh,” Yuuji hummed in answer, eyes closed as the singer peppered kisses all over his face. “Sorry ?”

“Don't you dare be sorry,” the man growled against his skin. “I wouldn't have bought you this,” he said as he gently tugged on the necklace, “if I didn't want you to get attached, sweetheart. Do it, rely on me.”

“You do ?” Yuuji shyly asked, looking up and biting his lips.

“Mhmh, sure do. Got you collared for a reason, baby.” he said before lightly kissing him. “I'm really possessive, so keep it on for me, will you ?”

And with one last tug to the necklace, one light poke to the pendant, Sukuna stepped back.

“Yeah, okay, yeah,” Yuuji whispered, “I don't wanna take it off.”

“Good boy,” Sukuna had happily said then, “We'll talk more about it later, okay ?”

“Yeah, one last kiss before you go ?” Yuuji asked, going on his tiptoes to press a light kiss to the corner of Sukuna's mouth, the man hummed against his lips, licked them as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, biting him before stepping once more away.

Sukuna had grabbed the copy of Yuuji's apartment's key from its carefully labeled hook then and left, going out to take care of some papers or whatever, and Yuuji took that time to shower and clean his place a bit.

And so here Yuuji is almost three hours later, head in his wardrobe as he reorganizes it and moves his summer clothes up in it, banging his head on the shelf above it as his door loudly opens.

“You !” Sukuna says, and Yuuji turns to look at him with his eyes wide open. Sukuna tilts back, no doubt reading his full name on the little plate next to his doorbell, and Yuuji chuckles at it. “Itadori Yuuji, I've seen something online.”

Yuuji blinks, rubs the top of his head where he hit himself. “Did I accidentally post something I shouldn't have ?”

But Sukuna shakes his head and walks in, closing the door behind him. “Not you.” he simply says, and Yuuji feels so relieved that he puts his hand on his heart and flops on his bed, turning to groan against his pillow.

“You scared me…” Yuuji says, and he hears Sukuna's shoes carelessly dropping to the floor and being pushed back in a more proper place.

“Ah, yeah, sorry about that,” Sukuna softly says, and suddenly the mattress lightly dips as he sits on the bed too. “But I was scrolling twitter as I waited and noticed that I was getting mentioned on a post a lot.”

Yuuji blinks into his pillow and then sits up, turns to the singer and tilts his head. He... What ? “This has something to do with me ?”

“You tell me.”

Sukuna grabs his phone and unlocks it, taps on it for a few seconds and then gives it to Yuuji, and Yuuji has a small moment of feeling starstruck. He's holding Sukuna's phone. He's trusted with it. What. Why. How. What.

Sukuna laughs in front of him and waves his hand somewhere between the phone and Yuuji's eyes, reaching up when that fails to poke him on the nose, and Yuuji stops himself from sneezing at the very last second, shrieking at the rough poke in the ribs that got him.

“Don't make me get jealous of my phone, you brat.” Sukuna says, amused even more when his third attempt at a poke ends with Yuuji biting his index finger. “You never looked at me so amazed.”

Yuuji spits out the finger, scrunches his nose at the hand sanitizer taste it left in his mouth and absentmindedly thumbs the screen in his hands to stop it from turning off. “You pissed on me before I could.”

“Aah, curse you, past me,” Sukuna chuckles, “could have waited a few more seconds.”

“Mmh'yeah,” Yuuji answers and finally really looks at the screen where…

Huh.

Oh.

Where there's a post where he clearly recognizes himself in the blurry thumbnail.

“Huuuuuuh…” is all Yuuji has to say once he's done reading.

“Disregarding the claims that I'm pals with the local mafia,” Sukuna starts to say as he plucks his phone out of Yuuji's hands. “Is that really you ?” he says as he presses on the thumbnail and turns his phone back to Yuuji, and,

Yep. That's him, probably from last year.

“Are you… Angry ? That there's a video of me dancing online ?” Yuuji has to ask because he clearly doesn't understand what's going on.

“'Course not, you idiot.” Sukuna says with a shake of his head. “I wouldn't even have been angry at you if it had been porn,” he stops and blinks, thinking about it for a few seconds. “Or, well, not too much. Wouldn't have wanted to let people see too much of you. … Wait. Would you leave me if I snapped a few shots while I was fucking you ?”

… How did they even end up talking about that ? … Why was he not even surprised ? Yeah, that was very much on brand for Sukuna. And now he'll probably never get an explanation as to why Sukuna was reacting that way.

But still, Yuuji tilts his head as he thinks about it. “... Depends what you'd do with them ?”

“Spank bank for when you're not here.” Sukuna says with that hungry little smirk of his, and oh, it's still so weird to know that it's now directed to him.

“You'd never put it online ? Or like, upload it on the cloud ?” Yuuji asks, and Sukuna lets his phone drop to the bed to caress his face instead, and Yuuji nuzzles into it.

“Fuck, baby, I'd take them with a digital camera instead of my phone if it was all you'd authorized.” Sukuna groans, low and hungry.

“... Actually yeah, that ? I think I'm okay with that.” Yuuji mumbles directly against the man's hand, feels Sukuna's other hand land on his knee.

“Thank you, Yuuji.” his answer is breathy and so, so pleased. “You can go back on this at any time, baby. I won't make any copies, okay ?”

“And if I want them gone ?” Yuuji asks, feeling more serious than ever, but he feels like that's good and normal when discussing those things.

“We'll delete them together, sweetheart.”

Ah, that little name is so rare and so nice to hear, it feels like Sukuna is using it only when he wants to let him know how much he appreciates him, how soft the moment is. Yuuji smiles and presses a kiss to Sukuna's hand, huffs a tiny little laugh as the man moves it until he pokes him in the ear.

“So, you're a dancer, baby ?” Sukuna softly asks.

“Yeah, I've got a crew meeting tomorrow too.” Yuuji says, and oh no, the look in the man's eyes isn't good. “Absolutely not, you're not coming to it.”

“Why ?” Sukuna laughs, bends down to press their foreheads together.

“You're gonna distract us all and we won't get any work done.”

Sukuna laughs even more, voice going higher than usual, a wide smile on his face. “Okay, baby.” he easily accepts, and that's pretty nice how easily he did so.

“But…” Yuuji starts, takes a few seconds to weight the pros and the cons before deciding that yeah, he wants that. "I've got a competition in a few weeks.”

“And I can come to that one ?” Sukuna calmly asks, voice light and soft.

“Yep, that much– yeah.”

“There's a good chance that people will notice me, you know.” the man gently says. “Even if I wear a mask and a hat.”

“I'm… I'm taking the risk.” Yuuji bites his lips, sighs into the soft kiss Sukuna presses to them.

“More and more people will know about us, baby. I might not always be able to protect you.”

Protect ? Sukuna wanted to protect him ? Oh, that woke up the butterflies in his stomach. But, well, he's not some fragile little thing, not a weak damsel in distress who can't take care of himself.

“I can protect myself, you know ? I took martial arts classes before.” Yuuji says, and Sukuna hums.

“A dancer and a fighter ? Oh, you sweet little thing. How precious.” Sukuna moves just enough to grab his hands, presses sweet little kisses to his knuckles, smiles against his fingers. “I'm sure you can, baby, but I still want to.”

“Okay,” Yuuji, well, he understands. Yeah, he does. “Wanna protect you too.”

Sukuna happily hums and presses his lips to Yuuji's cheeks, a soft and loving little touch that probably meant more things than what Yuuji could understand, and Sukuna chuckles before pressing one more kiss, this one overly loud, the noise echoing inside Yuuji's head for a few long seconds.

Yuuji shrieks and puts more distance between them, pushing Sukuna's face away with his hands, and oh fuck the mattress is moving and Yuuji is slipping between it and the wall, how the fuck, he's not small enough for that to happen ?!
Sukuna laughs, so much that he holds his stomach and thumbs his tears away and Yuuji still has his goddamn ass stuck in between the wall and the bed, glaring at the man in front of him.

“Oh come on !” Yuuji says as he tries to get up and only succeeds in pushing the mattress further away. Awh, fuck his strength, really. “Was that declaration of protection just empty words ?! Sukunaaaaa”

“I thought you didn't need me to protect you, Yuuji.” Sukuna chuckles, all mean, but he still reaches out and slips his hands under Yuuji's arms, yanking him out of his prison of the day.

“Ugh, thank you.” Yuuji mumbles as he clings to the singer, practically sitting on his lap.

“Alright, now that this is out of the way,” Sukuna says, one hand cradling the back of Yuuji's neck. “Is that your old school uniform that's hanging there ?”

Yuuji blinks, twists a bit to look at his opened wardrobe and oh, yep, his school uniform from just a few months ago is still on a cloth hanger on a little hook on the wardrobe's door, probably still clean from its last wash. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Yeah ? Why ?”

“Think you could wear it ?” Sukuna asks, and Yuuji recognizes what's tinting the man's voice.

“Your libido is almost scary, Sukuna.” with a shake of his head, Yuuji moves until he's straddling one of the man's legs, smiling at the hands that immediately move to hold his hips.

“Mmh, I know. You can say no, of course, but… ” Sukuna stops, his fingers slowly moving until they're under Yuuji's shirt, lightly pressing and scratching the skin in a way that makes Yuuji shiver, a nice little affectionate touch that already leaves him wanting for more.

“But ?” Yuuji asks, voice getting breathy at the soft touches.

“Kinda want to fuck a highschooler one last time before I'm too old for that bullshit.” he finishes and now his hands are fully under Yuuji's shirt, a warm comforting presence that Yuuji already feels addicted to. “And if it's completely legal ? That's even better.”

“Ah, you want to roleplay ?” Yuuji asks with a smile. That's a nice idea, a thing simple enough to understand and agree to.

“Yeah, wanna play the nice upperclassman fucking a sweet younger student.” Sukuna groans and lightly bites Yuuji on the jaw. The pressure of his teeth is so light that Yuuji barely feels it, but the soft kiss that follows it has him humming and turning his head to lightly press his own lips to Sukuna's face.

“Sukuna. You're like, what, six years older than me. You can't be my senpai.”

“Technically speaking, I still can. I could always be a previous member from the same club as you ? Someone who graduated and came back to visit.”

“Yeah, that's a good idea,” Yuuji says with a sigh, moves just a bit to kiss Sukuna on his birthmarks under his eyes. “I just have one request.”

“What is it, baby ?” Sukuna asks with a small smile, eyes soft and full of love from Yuuji's tiny kisses.

“Wash your hands, they stink of sanitizer and I'm not getting those anywhere in me.”

Sukuna's laugh gets stuck in his throat, an almost squeaky little thing, and he nods as he moves Yuuji off of his lap, bends down to softly kiss him once more and then goes to wash his hands, perfectly scrubbing them clean.

And Yuuji takes that time to grab his uniform and slip out of his day clothes, yelping as Sukuna suddenly reappears behind him and lightly slaps his ass right when he bends down to put his pants on.

“Ah, Yuuji, baby, do you need help ?” Sukuna asks as he fondles the clothed ass cheek under his hand and kisses him over the spine.

“I can dress myself, you know…” Yuuji mumbles as he puts his pants on, struggling with them a bit too much (had they always been so fucking small, what the hell ?), chuckling when the singer still grabs his shirt and helps him put it on. “What, does this turn you on ?”

“Not exactly,” Sukuna says as he steps back and grabs the tie, playing with it between his fingers. “It just feels nice to help you. It's like the prelude to foreplay, if you will.”

Yuuji hums in answer as he buttons his shirt, leaving the top two open. “I think I get it ? It's kinda like when you put the collar on me the other day, but softer ? Like… Like stopping to make sure you've got full consent ?”

“Yeah, sure, these kind of important and sweet little things,” Sukuna softly says as he puts the tie around Yuuji's neck, loosely tying it. “While we're on the subject of consent. Baby ?”

“Mmh ?”

“Can I be rough with you today ?”

Oh. Oh, fuck. Those few little words, oh, they have quite the effect on him. Yuuji gasps and reaches up to hold Sukuna's neck, one hand moving up to rest in his hair, and he goes once more on his tiptoes to kiss the man, whining against his lips.

“Please…” Yuuji almost moans, already feeling overly needy just from those words, and Sukuna hums in answer.

“Please what, Yuuji ?” he says, making Yuuji shiver at how deep his voice is, how much he also seems to want it.

“Please be rough with me,” with one more whine and still propped up on the tip of his toes, Yuuji slowly presses his lips to the man's jaw and let's them drag down his throat as he lowers himself back, feet fully back on the floor until he can sweetly kiss Sukuna's exposed clavicle, more thankful than ever before that he was wearing a v neck shirt. “Please, Sukuna.”

“How rough do you want me to be, baby ?” Sukuna asks, but it sounds like he's stopping himself from reacting to Yuuji's actions, and oh, this sounds like a challenge.

So Yuuji takes a few seconds before answering, takes some time to bite and suck on Sukuna's skin until it reddens a bit, and only then does he finally look up, mustering his most innocent eyes as he finally answers. “Use me. Use me, senpai.”

And Sukuna groans, head tilting back a bit, and Yuuji feels powerful. Powerful to know that his words can also have such a big effect on the singer, just as his do on him.

So it's not much of a surprise when he bends down to kiss him, a rough and possessive ballet of tongue and lips and teeth, the whole thing actually getting closer and closer to a fight than anything else with how much biting gets involved, and Yuuji has to stop his toes from curling from pleasure against the cheap linoleum of his apartment as Sukuna licks a bead of blood away from his lips, growls a possessive little sound as he does so and then presses their foreheads together to breath during a few short seconds, an eternity, and he finally speaks again.

“Arms down, Yuuji. Want you to wear your jacket before I go and ruin you for anyone else.”

Yuuji obeys, as always with him, and he waits until Sukuna has handed him the cloth and hitched it up his shoulders to shyly answer with a little “Already did,” and ah, there it is again, that rough groan.

Sukuna snaps, grabbing him by the hips and yanking him up until Yuuji's feet leave the ground and his legs hook around Sukuna's hips, and before he knows it, Yuuji's back is pressed against his door, the doorknob painfully digging into his hip.

“I'm gonna fuck you 'til you drool and cry. I want everyone to hear how sweet my name sounds when you're the one screaming it.” Sukuna growls against his skin, and then adds, almost as if it was an afterthought, “Want everyone to know how cute my little kohai is, how eager you are to take my cock.”

“Sukuna…” Yuuji whines, but the sound gets cut short as the singer looks up and grabs his jaw, lightly applying pressure to it.

“Come on, baby, you can do better than that.”

Yuuji gulps, wets his lips from the tip of his tongue, “Sukuna-senpai … ?” he says, unsure and breathy, and Sukuna smiles at him.

“There you go.” slowly, the man presses their hips together, rolls them softly and sighs in pleasure against Yuuji's jaw. “Call me like that until I'm done with you.”

Oh, yeah, Yuuji can do that, so he nods and gasps as Sukuna presses more firmly, grinds against him with more strength than before, and the keychain of the key still in the lock jiggles next to them from the rocking of the door.

“You better, ah, pay for the repair costs if you– if you break the door,” Yuuji stutters and groans, feels Sukuna chuckle against him, “Senpai…” he adds, breathy, almost moaning it, and Sukuna…

Sukuna stops.

“Wha–?” dumbly says Yuuji.

“Don't worry, baby,” Sukuna is gentle as he says it and even more so as he kisses him on his hairline. One of his hands leaves Yuuji's body to take off the key, putting it down and then searching around until he- what–

“You already hid lube here ?” Yuuji chuckles, incredulous as Sukuna hands him the bottle, laughing into a soft and happy kiss.

“Yeah, would've put one in the bathroom too if you actually had a big enough shower.”

Yuuji laughs and lightly pinches Sukuna's shoulder, “Will you one day stop with my shower ?”

“Never,” Sukuna says, amused. “Can't even get in there with you. What's the point of a shower stall if you can't fuck in it ?”

“The point is to wash up, you pervert.” Yuuji says and then pauses, tilts his head. “I've never had shower sex, huh.”

“Oh, good, that first time's mine.”

Oh no, oh no, Yuuji feels like his blood got replaced by sparkling water, feels the bubbles pop and reform all over again in him at the possessiveness absolutely dripping from those words, feels himself shiver and whimper as his hands clench around the bottle of lube.

“Sukuna,” Yuuji starts to say, yelping when the man bites him on the jaw, “-senpai,” he adds, and Sukuna happily hums and kisses over the bite mark, oh, what a bastard. “I, I want more, please.”

“Mh, yeah, let me finger you open, baby.” Sukuna hums, trying to lower Yuuji's pants without having to put him down. “Ah, damn it,” he groans as he realizes that it's not really doable with Yuuji's legs around him like that, the pants just a bit too tight around the hips and thighs now to slip them down a bit. “I think I can only jack you off if we stay like that.”

“What if, what if I move my legs up ?” Yuuji asks, because he really wants to face Sukuna, but the man frowns at him and shakes his head.

“You fell from a dressing table, I'm not gonna prep you against a door without any way for you to hold on me or something else.” Sukuna says, serious, and damn it Yuuji understands what he's saying, but still.

“I can take my pants off… ?” Yuuji offers instead.

“Awh, where would be the fun in that ?” Sukuna says, sounding somehow both amused and sad by it all. “Give me a few minutes with you still fully dressed, baby.”

“Yeah, okay,” and suddenly he's back on the floor and Sukuna lowers his pants for him, far enough that he's now uncovered from the mid-thighs up, underwear and pants not letting him open his legs much, but it'll, yeah, it'll be enough.

“God, you're so cute, letting me do as I please.” Sukuna says, content, and he massages Yuuji's exposed skin, sucks and bites over a hickey he left on his throat one or two days ago. “Oh, baby boy, you're so adorable.”

“I don't think a senpai would call some random kohai from the same club as him "baby boy" ?” Yuuji laughs and blushes, because what the hell, where did that come from and why did that make him feel tingles ? Yuuji never thought he'd like getting called baby boy of all things, but here he is, a blushing mess who just wanted to turn around and let Sukuna do whatever he desired to him.

Oh, the singer might not have been one of his first sexual experiences (even if yeah, he was counting their first time together as his actual first because that one had been successful, had not hurt him or scared him or anything like that), but he was already showing him and teaching him many things, letting him discover things he liked, and ah, that was– that was so incredible. Yuuji wants it to keep happening for a long time, wants to learn from Sukuna, so much.

“Fuck what a senpai would say, I'm not going to only call you by your last name while I fuck you.” he pauses, moves back just enough to look at him. “Unless you want me to. Do you ?”

Yuuji pouts, and Sukuna smiles at him and presses the softest kiss to his jaw. “No,” Yuuji whines, “feels too distant, I don't want that… Don't like it.”

“Hmm, we'll need to go over all the things you don't wanna do, one day. All your "hard no"s and stuff.” Sukuna says, so gently that Yuuji feels warm all over from words only. “Alright, Yuuji, you're still good ?”

“Yep,” is his answer, given with a big smile and soft touches to Sukuna's hair, gently shaping it back in his usual style for him. The man turns his face until his lips brush along the curve of Yuuji's cheek, a soft caress, a gentle touch that moves until Yuuji giggles with it, until Yuuji grabs the man's face and squishes his cheeks as he moves him back to properly kiss him, just as softly and playfully as Sukuna had just been with him.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Sukuna says with one, two last kisses. “Face the door, please ?”

Yuuji nods and hands him the bottle of lube, pushing him away just enough to have space to squeeze and turn. Sukuna hums and grabs his hips, tugging them back until Yuuji's back is slightly arched, hands high on the door.

“Ah, already so pretty like that,” Sukuna breathes out as his foot slides between Yuuji's feet, moving them apart, and he slightly tugs the pants just a bit lower again.

“Sukuna…” Yuuji whines, arching his back some more and pushing his ass against Sukuna.

The singer chuckles, caressing the small of Yuuji's back. “Yeah, yeah.” he says, and Yuuji blinks as he feels something slide in his side pocket.

“I'm starting to hate that bottle.” Yuuji says as he looks at it half out of the pocket.

“Hah, yeah, sorry about that.”

With a small, breathy laugh, Yuuji shakes his head. It's not that much of a problem, but they should have just put it down somewhere until they really needed it.

But Yuuji is suddenly brought back to the present as he hears movement behind him and then– and then there's–

“Eh ?”

Sukuna chuckles as he grabs his asscheeks and spreads, blowing on his hole.

“Can I ?” Sukuna asks, thumb caressing the skin that's under it.

“I… I've never…”

Yeah, that's not something he tried when he just wanted some fun, but Sukuna is, as always, gentle with him as he presses a reassuring kiss to the back of his thigh.

“Wanna try ?” he whispers against Yuuji's skin, softly and sweetly, and Yuuji nods, swallows all the saliva that had been pooling in his mouth. “Your words, sweetheart. Use them.”

“Yes, please…” Yuuji answers, voice little and unsure but full of want, “Wanna, wanna–”

“Okay, Yuuji, baby. I've got you.” there's some more sweet caresses, a long silent moment that is making stress pool in Yuuji's gut, but Sukuna–

Oh, Sukuna is so soft and gentle as he presses one soft kiss just over his hole and stays there for one, two seconds, just enough to let Yuuji get used to the feeling and idea before he gives him one gentle lick. Yuuji jumps a bit in surprise, a strangled moan barely escaping his throat, and Sukuna's chuckle against him has him whine. The man keeps going a slow, gentle and steady rhythm at first, until Yuuji moans high and needy and Sukuna's tongue, ah, his tongue slightly presses in, just a bit, just a few millimeters–

“Ah, Sukuna,” Yuuji moans, slightly tilting his hips a bit more. “More, I want more, please.”

Sukuna keeps going for a few more seconds, just as gentle and slow and then finally moves back, smoothing his hands over Yuuji's asscheeks. “You want more, baby ?”

“Yes ! Yes yes yes– please, please Sukuna.”

And Sukuna, oh, Yuuji knows that he loves it, hearing him ask like that. The singer spreads him open once more and then blows again over his now wet hole, chuckling as Yuuji squirms in place from it. And suddenly he's back, and his tongue moving faster, less gentle but still so fucking careful, just for him, and Yuuji feels like he's losing strength from it all, his chest and the side of his face pressed against the door, and he loudly moans at how fucking wet with spit he feels, feeling some of it slowly tracing down his thighs and getting lost to his clothes.

Sukuna groans, tongue as deep as possible inside Yuuji's ass, and he has to hold him for him to not fall, Yuuji's knees shaking and wobbling and barely holding him up, but it's all so new and good and Yuuji– Yuuji feels safe, discovering this and all of the rest with Sukuna. Safe and so good and, and another word, a little word that Yuuji already wants to say but can't, oh, he can't—

So instead he moans Sukuna's name, louder and louder and louder, and he feels like he might, he could cum just from this, but Sukuna moves back, just enough to kiss his skin instead with his oh so wet lips, kissing him once more, twice more as Yuuji whines.

The lube bottle is taken out of his pocket again, one last time, and Yuuji hears the pop of it opening as Sukuna mouths at his skin, lightly sucking and biting on it, and it's probably gonna sting a bit, a lot, later when Yuuji'll do basically anything, but he can't bring himself to care, not when Sukuna's first lubed finger slides in, so smoothly and easily that Yuuji just breathes out a soft sigh.

Sukuna lifts the bottom of his shirt and jacket a bit, just enough to kiss him there once, twice, and then he gets back up, pressing his chest to Yuuji's back.

“Was that good, Yuuji ?” Sukuna asks, a playful tint to his voice as he keeps moving just one finger, in and out, in and out.

“Yeah,” Yuuji's breathes out, “liked it,”

“Aah, I'm glad,” he says, breathy, and licks a long stripe on Yuuji's nape. It should probably feel kinda gross, but all Yuuji feels is want and need and warmth, and Sukuna finally presses in a second finger.

“Nngh,” Yuuji groans, bites his lips, and Sukuna stills behind him, sneaks his other hand between the door and Yuuji's chest to move him away from it, to tilt him backwards, and he studies his face for a few long seconds. “W-what ?”

“Mmh,” he hums, and Yuuji feels him shift behind him. “Let's use a bit more,” he says, pining Yuuji's chest back against the door, and Yuuji whines when he takes his fingers out.

And then he whines some more when he feels lube slide down, wet and slow and cold, and the whine breaks into a moan as Yuuji feels Sukuna stop the lube just above his hole and then presses it in in that weird mixture of roughness and tenderness that Yuuji is quickly associating with the man.

Sukuna twists his wrist, turns his fingers this way, that way, and when Yuuji doesn't do another grunt of discomfort, picks up the pace.

“Weren't, weren't we su– supposed to role play ?” Yuuji asks, stuttering through his moans as Sukuna starts scissoring him.

“Hmm, we're bad at it, baby,” Sukuna answers, voice equally colored with humor and lust.

“Yeah,” Yuuji laughs, and then Sukuna adds a third finger in, carefully taking all the time necessary for Yuuji to be comfortable.

Fuck, Yuuji feels like crying just from how nice Sukuna is being to him. He'd probably be fine with it all being rougher, less gentle, if there was some pain added to it too, but that's good, so good, ah, and Yuuji's legs are shaking from the building pleasure, the warmth of it all, and his shirt clings to his back with his sweat.

“You could still call me senpai,” Sukuna says just as he moves his fingers just right, knuckles pressing on the perfect spot, “With that sweet voice of yours.” he finishes to say while making Yuuji scream on his fingers alone, as if it was the most normal thing ever.

There are tears in Yuuji's eyes, now, and he's– he's so close, so so close, and Sukuna must notice it, somehow, because he turns his hand once more and keeps pressing with the tips of his fingers right on his prostate with every movement of his hand. And then it becomes even more as Sukuna's other hand moves, caressing his hip and down until he's holding Yuuji's cock with it, the rhythm of both hands synchronizing and making Yuuji's hips jolt and buck in pleasure, fucking into one hand and on the other.

Yuuji's face is wet with sweat, his lips coated in saliva and eyes shining with unshed tears, and he's still pressed against the door. It's all so much, not enough, too much, all at once, as Sukuna keeps whispering little encouraging words, soft praises and such, that he cums with his mouth open in a silent scream, head tilting back and knocking into Sukuna's chest. He can't, he can't see anything, or hear anything (or, well, he probably can, but it just doesn't register in his mind) with the strength of his orgasm, leaving him shaking in Sukuna's hold as the man's fingers fuck him through it all.

“Yuuji,” is the first thing he hears again, and Sukuna sounds almost in awe as he says his name. “Yuuji, baby, you were, oh, you were so beautiful.”

He weakly chuckles in answer, and Sukuna uses that as his signal that he can kiss him again, whispering praises for him in between each kisses.

“So beautiful, so perfect, the prettiest one,” he softly murmurs, his hands firmly holding Yuuji's hips to not let him fall, and yet he's also gently caressing him with slow moves of his thumbs.

“Sukuna,” Yuuji mumbles, still a bit out of it from his orgasm, “'Kuna.”

“Oh, baby, catch your breath,” Sukuna says, and he almost sounds out of breath too as he says it. “And then I'll fuck you, all rough and good like you wanted, sweetheart.”

“Yeah ?” Yuuji asks, smiling and panting.

“Yeah, anything for you, baby doll.”

Oh. That's a sneak attack, Yuuji decides as he whimpers just from that little pet name, pressing back until he's firmly against Sukuna's chest, and the singer is softly laughing during it all, sounding awfully fond as he hugs Yuuji and kisses the crown of his head, and Yuuji closes his eyes and savors the moment.
The next time he opens them, his breathing is back to normal and his heartbeat slowed back down just enough, and it's with a smirk that he puts his hands on the door again, bends and arches his back and looks over his shoulder.

“So ? I'm waiting.” he says, just to push Sukuna with his faked confidence, and the man shakes his head at him in disbelief.

“Oh, you damn brat.”

But then he's stepping away and– “Wait,” Yuuji says. “Sukuna.”

But Sukuna misinterprets it, because how could he understand what Yuuji had on his mind without him saying it. “I'm not stepping far, baby, just grabbing–”

“Can we,” Yuuji cuts him off, licking his lips and blushing, “Can we do it without one ?” he finally asks and Sukuna freezes behind him, eyes just a ring of that weirdly red hue around pools of black, looking so, so hungry but still unmoving. “I'm–”

And then Sukuna curls against his back, head right in between Yuuji's shoulder blades. “Fuuuck,” he moans, voice breathy. “Yuuji. Baby. You want a creampie ?”

“Yeah… Been thinking about it for so long…” Yuuji whispers, left a blushing mess as most of his faked confidence slips out of him.

“For how long ?” the singer asks, fingers digging bruises into his waist as he holds Yuuji.

“Erm,” Yuuji starts, biting his lips. Should he be truthful ? Sukuna had seen his thirst tweets, had read them and even memorized some of them, so it should be fine, right ? “Since… Since before you've known me…” he finally admits, and Sukuna groans once more.

“Oh, fuck. Did you ever touch yourself while thinking about me, baby ?” Sukuna asks, and there's some shame curling deep within Yuuji's stomach at that, but still.

“Yeah…” he admits, and Sukuna actually sounds pleased by it when he speaks again.

“Ever dreamed about me ?”

“You, you were,” Yuuji tries to answer, and Sukuna presses little encouraging kisses to his nape then to help him. “You were my first…”

“Wet dream ? Was I ?” the man finishes for him, probably taking pity or something like that.

Why does he sound so proud, Yuuji wants to ask, but he just nods instead, shyly biting his lips and just staring at the drying cum on the door.

“Ah, damn, that's so cute. I wonder how many of your firsts I actually own.”

Yuuji… Yuuji gasps, pressing a bit more into Sukuna's chest. “Wish you had them all.” oh, he does, because he knows that Sukuna would have treated him right from the start.

“All your other firsts are for me, baby,” Sukuna breathes out, voice thicker than honey with all his desire. “Want them all to be mine. Just like you.”

So possessive, Yuuji wants to say, but he likes it too much to really say anything about it. “Yeah,” he pants instead, “Yeah, just yours.”

“Won't share you with anybody.” Sukuna whispers against his nape just above the clasp of his necklace, and Yuuji hears him open his pants then, button carelessly popped open and zipper pulled down just as fast.

“Ah, then there are some firsts that won't happen.” he playfully says, but Sukuna straight up growls in warning behind him, his hand coming up to pin him by the neck against the door.

“Listen here, you brat. I don't care how much of a whore you are, but as long as you're with me I'll be the only one to fuck you.” he says, and Yuuji chokes a bit on his moan. But all the roughness and anger disappear just as fast as they had appeared, and Sukuna's hand gently slides up and into his hair, softly petting him. “I'll buy you toys, if you want.”

Yuuji bites his lips and closes his eyes, deeply breathes in. Oh, he likes the sound of that. “A dp with you and a toy ?” he says, voice just a bit shy. “I'm in.” and Sukuna chuckles in disbelief behind him, kisses him right over the ear.

“You really are the cutest slut,” he whispers there, right in his ear, making Yuuji shiver from it. “Bet you'd beg so nicely to choke on one as I fucked you. Maybe I'll buy you a machine, huh, and sit back and enjoy the show.”

Oh. Oh, fuck. That'd be, yeah. “Aah, yeah ?” Yuuji asks, and he feels Sukuna move behind him, whimpers when he realizes that the man is using whatever lube is left on his hand to lightly coat himself, jerking off right there on top of Yuuji's ass.

“Yeah baby, I'm sure you'd look so pretty.” Sukuna says, no, groans. “Okay, Yuuji, I'm–”

“Sukuna ?” Yuuji calls out, and the singer hums in question behind him. “Wanna face you. Can we ?”

“Hmm, you're right. Seeing your expression as I fill you up sounds nice.”

Fill you up.

Fuck.

Yuuji's mind kind of breaks for a few seconds there, and Sukuna, of course he notices and laughs, and he links their hands together against the door and nozes into his hair.

“Still here, baby ?”

“Y-yeah,”

Sukuna hums, and Yuuji feels him pressing a kiss to his hair before he steps back, kneeling behind him once more but to help him completely take off his pants this time. When it's done and the pants are gone and thrown away, Sukuna gets up and turns Yuuji by the hips, and it gives him the opportunity to grab at the hem of Sukuna's shirt, lifting it up, the man finishing taking it off with a smirk, throwing it to the side. Yuuji is pretty sure it landed in the kitchen sink, drenching it in the leftover water that was in it. But whatever, Yuuji doesn't care about it at all, not when Sukuna's tattoos are right in front of him, and he starts following them with his lips and his tongue, eyes closing as he realizes that he truly can do something like that now.

Sukuna sighs in some sort of soft pleasure, hand reaching up to hold Yuuji's head in place as Yuuji kisses over the shortest sections of ink over his pectorals and licks the longest ones, and he guides him down on one side and then back up on the other, until Sukuna's hand tugs on his hair and he kisses him, all rough and full of bites and yet still somehow playful.

“Up you go,” Sukuna says with a smile against Yuuji's lips, and suddenly Yuuji is once again lifted up in the same position they had been in at the start, with Yuuji's legs around Sukuna's hips and his hands gripping the man's shoulders. Oh, he wants to scratch those. Wants to leave his own marks there, right next to the tattoos. “Yuuji, baby…” Sukuna breathes out, and he slides in with such an ease, even if it's a slow movement, that Yuuji now understands why he was so careful prepping him and used so much lube.

Yuuji whines with it, head falling forward until his forehead knocks on Sukuna's shoulder, and the man groans alongside him, presses him even more against the door to safely move one hand away to caress along his side, teasing Yuuji's ribs until he smiles against Sukuna's neck.

“Sukuna…” Yuuji whispers, kissing him over the neck and clavicles.

“Yeah,” he answers, voice just as low, just for them both, and starts moving, slow and tender at first. “Baby, sweetheart,”

“Faster, please ?”

“Ah, you're so cute,” Sukuna chuckles, but he does as Yuuji asks, a fond smile on his face as he picks up speed, hands back on his hips, and Yuuji fumbles with the sudden speed, a surprised moan almost getting forced out of him. The door rocks with them again, with the strength of Sukuna's thrusts, creaking and cracking with their weight, and that's almost scary but, oh, that's–

“Yes,” Yuuji loudly moans, face warm with his blush. “Su– nnh aah, Sukuna–”

“Fuck, baby.” Sukuna's voice is hoarse, louder than usual, and that's incredible to hear, so good to see, to hear him like that—

And then someone loudly bangs on Yuuji's door.

Yuuji yelps and jumps a bit in surprise, clinging to Sukuna while the stranger keeps banging on the door, and damn it he's blushing in shame now.

“Stop.” bang “Being.” bang “So damn.” bang “Loud !” screams the person, and fuck Yuuji knows that voice, that's the man who lives in the apartment under his own, oh no, oh fuck, were they really that loud ?

But Sukuna's shoulders are tense with what's probably anger now, “Fuck's sake.” he growls, “Why are we always getting interrupted ?” and apparently having someone just there isn't enough to stop him, even if he does go a bit slower at first, picking up a gentle rhythm with lots of grinding movements that make Yuuji feel positively full, probably in an attempt to soothe him, but the ceaseless banging of the random neighbor quickly spurs Sukuna on to go even faster than before, because of course he's that kind of person. There's definitely a glint of competitiveness in his eyes, that devilish smirk of his on his gorgeous face, and Yuuji realizes that he's quickly coming to love that smirk and what it always brings along with itself.

Yuuji screams, in pleasure or embarrassment, he's not really sure, and Sukuna laughs, either at him or at what clearly sounded like the guy behind the door dropping his keys in surprise, or maybe both, and it probably should be a bit concerning that Sukuna's mean laugh is enough to make Yuuji moan, all loud and needy, but whatever.

And Sukuna, ah, he looks so fucking proud then, of him, of them both, as Yuuji's moans keep getting louder and louder the more he fucks him, the rougher he gets with the snap of his hips. The sound of their skin meeting, the slapping sound of it is loud, definitely loud enough to be heard from the other side of the rattling door, and the embarrassment pooling in Yuuji's guts burns and turns into pleasure at that realization.

“Don't stop, don't stop don't stop,” Yuuji cries, his voice breaking at the end. It's just, it's just so good, so perfect, and the man being there, not even a meter away from them yet unable to see them makes it all more– something Yuuji can't really name, but it feels good, even more so as Sukuna kisses him.

And it's then, in the more quiet moment (still loud, so perfectly loud) that they hear the man grumble and walk away, and they both laugh in the kiss, playful and sweet, just like all the small kisses that the singer peppers all over Yuuji's face once he's sure that the neighbor is gone.

“I'm getting close,” Sukuna softly says, and then he fucking stops, the absolute bastard, the madman, what the hell, “Ah, don't look at me like that, baby, just getting to the bed.”

“What ? Why ? No ! It's fine here !”

“Mmmh, it sure is.” Sukuna chuckles, and Yuuji whimpers in answer.

“Keep going, Sukuna, please–” Yuuji cries for him, for more, “Please, please.”

“Sweetheart, it's okay, I'm just gonna bend you in half in the bed and fuck my cum deep in you.” he says with that tone of his that's supposed to be reassuring, and fuck, Yuuji is so lost to his desire that it does work on him, what. Now that is definitely concerning.

“Yes, yes please,” Yuuji keens, “Please, Sukuna, want it,” and he blinks away the wetness in his eyes and pouts at Sukuna.

“Ah, knew you'd love it, you pretty little slut,” Sukuna says with a laugh, and it probably should feel mean but it doesn't, not when it's him who says it. “Prettiest of them all.” and then he moves back and away from the door, holding Yuuji with his strength alone.

“Ah, wait, fuck, that's so hot.” Yuuji says without thinking, because it truly is.

Sukuna hums, clearly amused by it, “What, me manhandling and holding you ?”

“Yeah,” Yuuji answers, breathy, and there truly are some good sides to having such a tiny place, he thinks as Sukuna only has to take a few steps before he's next to the bed. “Makes me feel small, I love it.”

Sukuna is careful as he untangles Yuuji's limbs from around him, and even more so when he lowers him to the bed. His expression looks so tender, almost enamored if Yuuji dares being so hopeful, that tears form again in his eyes, but Sukuna gently wipes them away before they even truly have time to appear.

“Ah, Yuuji, sweetheart. You're so preciously small, the perfect size for me.”

“You're making it sound like it's about something else than my height.” Yuuji chuckles, shaking his head.

Sukuna laughs, hand reaching once more for Yuuji's cock, his thumb gently tracing his entire length, making Yuuji hiss in pleasure and surprise. “Don't worry baby, your dick is a perfectly normal size.” and he laughs even harder as Yuuji pushes him away, biting his palm when Yuuji's hand lands on his face. “No, really, don't compare yourself to me.”

“I'm not,” Yuuji says, amused, because he truly never thought about it, that'd be absolutely stupid to try and compare himself to… that. “Also you need to stop with the whole stopping just before we cum thing, or I'll bite your fingers off.”

“Right, right. You just look so cute when I do it, I can't help myself.” Sukuna says with a smile, grabbing a pillow and putting it under Yuuji's hips. “One leg up, sweetheart.” and he doesn't have to ask twice, because Yuuji lifts his foot up and slides his ankle above the man's shoulder. Sukuna chuckles, grabbing his other leg and tilting it open, and his hand then goes up and down Yuuji's thigh in a soft touch that makes Yuuji smile and close his eyes.

Yuuji hears and kinda feels Sukuna move, laughs a bit when Sukuna stills a bit and apparently decides to see just how flexible he is by grabbing the ankle that is on his shoulder and then bending that leg, and Yuuji smiles a sly little thing and slowly opens his eyes, turning his head to the side to look at Sukuna from under his lashes and the corner of his eyes.

“Come on, Sukuna,” Yuuji says as his left hand reaches behind his knee to hold his leg folded like that. His right hand is more teasing in the way it slowly travels over his own body, going down until his fingers reach his hole, and Sukuna bites his lips as he watches it all happen. He knows that he is blushing, and that it probably takes away some of the effect he wanted to have, but Yuuji knows that he's still quite a show as his fingers dip inside of him, three at once, sliding in so easily and with such a wet sound that he can't even stop himself from lightly moaning. “You promised me a rough fucking that ends with a creampie. I still want it.”

And Sukuna, oh, oh god, he looks ready to devour Yuuji, and that's exactly what he wants, yes, please. So when Sukuna grabs a handful of his hair and roughly tilts his head back, Yuuji just smiles, happy and kind of soft, definitely not the kind of smile you'd usually see from someone in his position with a hand tugging on their hair, but it was what felt the most right then, the most natural.

“So greedy, huh. You're lucky you're that cute, really, you brat.” Sukuna growls against his throat, making Yuuji shiver from the hint of almost danger that coats the singer's voice. And it's without warning that Sukuna roughly bottoms out, all at once, knocking the breath right out of Yuuji's lungs and making his mouth open with a quite honestly embarrassing moan. “Don't know if I like it more when you moan like that, or when you're being a cheeky little brat.”

“Answer's both,” Yuuji says, laughing, and Sukuna snorts and aggressively snaps his hips forward, making Yuuji choke mid-laugh. The man smiles, then, all predatory and proud of himself, and he does it, again and again and again, with enough strength that Yuuji knows he'll still feel it tomorrow, oh god, training will be difficult—

Sukuna's thrusts quickly prove to be so strong that Yuuji feels the need to grab onto something, to ground himself somewhere, but the bedsheets aren't enough, no, and the back of his knee is wet and slippery with sweat, making it difficult to hold. So it's only natural to reach out for Sukuna, right ?
But the tips of his fingers are only slightly touching the man's neck when Sukuna clicks his tongue and grabs his wrists with one hand, pinning them both above his head. Yuuji twists his hands a bit, clenches and unclenches them on nothing more than air, and it's not enough, but at the same time…

At the same time, the way Sukuna is looking at him already feels like so much that it makes it all so perfect, and Yuuji lets all of his moans and cries free regardless of how loud they are, not caring at all about the thin walls or any of that, because Sukuna is making him feel so good, and to hell with what the neighbors think, let them all hear how Sukuna makes him feel, how good he is at making him scream in pleasure.

“You know what we need ?” Sukuna asks, and the bastard doesn't even sound winded even with just how fast he's going. “Something to tie you up like that, all nice and pretty for me.”

Oh, Yuuji would've probably shivered in pleasure just from that idea alone. Did Sukuna own this kind of stuff ? He looked like the type of guy to at least have handcuffs in his bedside drawer.

“You'd tie me up to– to your bed ?” Yuuji's entire body jolts, twitches in pleasure after one particularly well aimed thrust, and he unconsciously tries to tug his hands free, even if he doesn't even really want them out of Sukuna's hold. It's, it's honestly so nice to let Sukuna completely control it all, to let him decide what Yuuji can and cannot do, even if yeah, he still wants to hold on to something, someone.

“Yeah, yeah baby.” Sukuna groans, his rhythm stuttering. Was it at the idea of having Yuuji in his own bed, held for him ? Oh, he hopes so. “You'd look so pretty, right on my sheets.”

“Wanna do that,” Yuuji moans, eyes half closed. “Want you to tie me.”

“Yeah, we will, I'll bring you to my, ah, my place.” Sukuna slows down, then, thrusts becoming a bit more gentle, a playful smile on his lips. “And I'll fuck you in my shower, too.”

Yuuji laughs just as Sukuna bends down to quickly kiss him, “Yeah,” he breathes out, “And then you'll finally leave mine alone.”

“Nah, not happening.” Sukuna says, kissing him again, and once more when Yuuji tries to follow him. Sukuna's other hand reaches for his face, cradling his cheek, and Yuuji smiles and turns into it, rubbing his face against it. “Oh, sweetheart…”

Yuuji hums in answer, and Sukuna presses a soft kiss to his forehead right as he speeds up again. Truly tender yet rough at the same time. He never knew he needed this kind of… Of dynamic, of balance before, but that's probably what's the most perfect for him, yeah.

Sukuna's hold on his wrists tighten, just a bit, making Yuuji whine. “Su-, Sukuna, stop being mean-” and the singer blinks in confusion, brows furrowed, with the smallest hint of worry in his eyes.

“Mean ?” he asks, and the thumb of his hand holding Yuuji's wrists slowly caresses his skin in a little soothing back and forth, gentle and slow unlike his hips, and it's such a contrast that Yuuji doesn't really know how to react.

“Wanna hold you,” Yuuji says, trying to tug free of Sukuna's hold.

“Hmm, I know, baby.” Sukuna smiles, clearly reassured that it wasn't anything too big. Yeah, that was… That was pretty stupid, wasn't it ? But still—

“Please, just– please,” Yuuji… Yuuji basically begs, and ah, there are tears back in his eyes, and he knows that it's stroking Sukuna's ego but he just– fuck, why does he always feel so clingy when he's with him ? There's shame in the way he bites down on his lip, in the way his brows furrow, and Sukuna slowly and softly moves his hand, fingers tracing Yuuji's jaw until his thumb presses on his lower lip to free it from the bite.

“How about this ?” Sukuna gently asks as his hold shifts, fingers linking with Yuuji's and letting his other hand free. “Better ?”

“Yeah,” Yuuji moans, high and needy, “Yes, yes–”

“Don't you dare touch yourself, Yuuji.” Sukuna groans, and there's definitely a warning in those words, but why would he when he's already– already so close ?

“I won't,” Yuuji says as he brings his other leg up, tilting his head and closing his eyes. Sukuna interprets it for what it is and kisses him, all nice and full of gentle bites, exactly how he likes, so good and playing with the limit of what'd be painful, going further and further with his bites until Yuuji finally yelps from them and turns his face away.

Sukuna shifts their position just a bit, until Yuuji's hips don't even touch the pillow anymore, oh fuck, and his own groans and pants join Yuuji's moans, somehow making him get even louder. He didn't even know he could be this loud until today, honestly, and Sukuna huffs a tiny little pleased laugh at one of Yuuji's loudest scream yet.

“Feels good ?” Sukuna asks him, a proud smirk on his flushed and sweaty face. Ah, Yuuji wants to kiss those blushing cheeks so, so much.

“Yeah,” he pants, head tilting back, “So deep,”

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Sukuna moans, low and rough and so fucking hot that it almost tips Yuuji over the edge. “Yuuji, I'm gonna–”

“Yeah, me, nnhh ! Me too,”

“Inside ?”

“Yes, please please please—”

And it's right then, right as Yuuji begs for it that Sukuna cums, spills right inside of him, moaning in such a gorgeous way that Yuuji follows him, choking on his own moan, eyelids fluttering, legs twitching and back arching as much as possible. It feels like Sukuna is all that matters right now, just them and the places where they touch, where they're connected, and it's probably true, somehow, somewhat. Their linked hands feel like some sort of anchor point as Yuuji's entire body keeps shivering from the pleasure, breath shaky, and Sukuna bends down until their foreheads are touching, too, their breath mingling together.

Sukuna keeps on moving, softly, slowly, grinding until Yuuji's crying and he himself is hissing from the pinpricks of too much, too soon. Yuuji is shaking from it all when Sukuna finally stills, his other hand coming up and curling in his hair, gently petting Yuuji. And Yuuji, oh, he's gasping and sobbing, and he doesn't truly get it, why's he crying so hard ? He felt so good, so safe and so perfect, then, so he shouldn't – ah, but maybe that was what was going on. Maybe it was just all too much, all at once, that the only way his body found to deal with it was to make him cry ? If so, then yeah, that was… That was fine. Less scary than he initially thought. And even then, as big tears slide down his face and loud sobs shake his entire body, even then Yuuji feels safe, right under Sukuna's warm and heavy body.

“Ah, fuck, sweetheart.” Sukuna says, voice rough as he lifts up and away from Yuuji, just a bit, just enough to look at him. “I'll get hard again in no time if you keep on crying like that, so prettily.”

“What, no, too much,” Yuuji hiccups, “I'm all out of juice.”

Sukuna snorts, a surprised laugh escaping him. “Gross.”

It thankfully ended up being enough to stop his tears, because really, no, Yuuji won't be able to come a third time so soon, and Sukuna seemed to be the kind of guy who would not settle on not making his partner cum, or at least he was like that with him. … Actually, that was weirdly cute of him. But if he wanted just, like, a handjob or something like that, Yuuji could do that, yeah, okay.

“Just stop making me cum before you even really fuck me, if you want a second round so fast.”

“Can't do that, brat.” Sukuna says with a shake of his head, untangling their hands as he sits back on his heels. “Why would I when orgasms look so good on you ?”

Oh, what the hell. Yuuji blushes, feels his cheeks heat up with it, and he hides his face in his hands in embarrassment. Sukuna had absolutely no sense of shame when it came to that kind of things, fucking hell. His little high pitched scream turns into a gasp as Sukuna finally slips out of him, and he peeks from behind his fingers as he feels the man's hands on his hips, keeping them tilted up. Sukuna licks his lips as he continues staring at Yuuji's hole as it keeps trying to clench on air, a low moan coming out of him just as Yuuji feels a drop of cum slipping out of him, and Yuuji whines as Sukuna– aah–

Sukuna pushes it back in with his finger, and they both moan together. Oh, oh fuck.

“'Kuna…”

“Fuck, sorry, that was just…”

“Yeah,” Yuuji says with a nod. He understands it, somehow, even if he can't really find a way to really say it. But Sukuna is so good at reading him, at understanding him that he seems to get it, smiling, and he kisses both of Yuuji's knees, a tender little touch. “You know…”

“Hmm ?”

“Feels like we failed both things we wanted to do,” Yuuji laughs, still bent in half with Sukuna holding his hips up.

“Definitely for the role play,” Sukuna chuckles. “Could've been rougher, but you'll still feel it.”

“Huh ?” Yuuji blinks, and Sukuna pinches his thigh, making his leg kick out, and– “oh, ooo-ooowh”

“Cramp ?”

“Pins and needleeeesss ? Wait, no, there's a cramp too.” Yuuji whines, and damn it, better get it all over soon, he thinks as he slowly moves his other leg too, straightening it with the other. He closes his eyes in pain as the place where his thighs and hips join burn from being stretched for too long, and he kinda can sympathise with old elastics about to snap, now, what the hell. With a hum, Sukuna starts to lightly massage his legs for him. “Ah, did I get the happy ending before the massage ?”

“I'd give you another one, but you just said no.” Sukuna's voice is a comforting rumble as he says it, a warm smile on his face. He's basically glowing with joy, and Sukuna was wrong, because the afterglow looks good on him, not on Yuuji. He looks so good right now, so gorgeous, so pretty with his hair down and sticking to his forehead with his sweat… Ah, fucking damn it, gotta stop that train of thought before he gets horny again, what the hell.

“Mm'yeah,” Yuuji says, breathy, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the bed. “Might pass out if I cum once more.”

“... That'd be hot.”

“Stop thinking with your dick.” Yuuji laughs, eyes still closed.

“Not happening, it wouldn't be me if I didn't.”

The entire moment feels so soft, even as Sukuna stops massaging him and instead grabs his ankles and moves his legs for him, making him feel like a well cared for marionette. Or a frog about to be dissected, what with how Sukuna apparently found it fun to make him bend his legs and tilt them open, closing them and reopening them once more, twice more, until he finally realizes that moving them like that wasn't really helping, because really, what the hell, and it causes the man to change his tactic.

Yuuji giggles, eyes opening just a smidge. “What are you, a bicycle ?” because that's definitely what it feels like as Sukuna moves his legs in tiny circular motions until all the pain is gone from them, his hands warm and comforting around Yuuji's ankles.

“If it means that you'll ride me…” Sukuna smirks, and god damn it he's still very much horny.

“Ooooh my god, Sukuna.”

Sukuna laughs, loud and happy then, and he presses his smile against Yuuji's right ankle in soft kisses and gentle nips. Yuuji's entire expression softens up at that, he knows it, but the moment just feels… So perfect that he can't help himself. And why would he ? He knows that he doesn't have to do anything like that when he's with the singer.

“Do you really still feel that… Horny ?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“I'll be fine, baby, don't worry.” Sukuna answers, voice at the same level as his.

“I can, you know… ?” Yuuji says as he lifts a hand up and shakes it back and forth a bit, a thoughtful scrunch of his brows quickly appearing on his face. “I'd suck you off if you weren't covered in that much lube, honestly.”

“The problem would be in the lube and not in the whole ass to mouth thing ?” Sukuna laughs, shaking his head, but Yuuji still sees how his dick is already slowly hardening again. That man's stamina was incredible, damn.

“I don't like the taste and feel of lube in my mouth, sue me.”

The singer shakes his head once more, amused, and takes a hold of the pillow under Yuuji's hips. He pulls on it in one quick smooth motion, letting Yuuji's hips fall back down against the bed, and Yuuji scrunches his nose and wiggles his toes. It's honestly adorable how Sukuna chuckles then, high and airy, almost a giggle as he pokes him on the nose and then bends down to kiss Yuuji's hip bones, one after the other, a loud and wet smack of his lips on the right side and then on the left, and Yuuji laughs, happier than ever, feet kicking the bed.

Sukuna smiles against his skin, lips trailing up in what feels like a hundred of tiny little kisses, sometimes stopping to take the time to mark Yuuji's skin, hands moving ahead to move Yuuji's shirt, jacket and tie out of the way first, unbuttoning the last few buttons and pushing up the shirt for the rest of the way. Some of the bites and hickeys are light, the kind that'll quickly disappear, and some are so rough that they almost sting, and Yuuji sighs into the kiss that is finally on his lips.

“Yuuji,” Sukuna breathes into the small distance between them. “Ah, do you mind if I… ?”

“If you ?”

“Jerk off, next to you, over you ?”

Right, he still wanted a bit more. That was what they had been talking about before the kisses. Was it weird that Yuuji somehow felt powerful that he apparently had such an effect on Sukuna ?

“Nah, go for it.”

Yuuji smiles, and Sukuna smiles back, sitting on the bed next to his chest, close enough that Yuuji feels one of the singer's knees poking him in the ribs.

Sukuna grabs his own cock, then, tugging on it, fluffing it to full hardness and spreading the mix of cum and lube all over it again, staring at Yuuji as he does so, and Yuuji stares back, his left hand reaching over to land on the man's knee, drawing nonsensical forms on it from the tips of his fingers. That's not bad, too, to bask in the remnants of his orgasm as Sukuna chases more pleasure like that, next to him.

And it's even better as Sukuna grabs his other hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing kisses after kisses to basically every centimeter of his skin as his movements get faster, his breath coming out of him in little pants, in a groan as Yuuji's hand squeezes his own.

Yuuji kinda wants to turn to his side to let his hand join Sukuna's, but he feels pinned in place by the strength of Sukuna's stare, by the gentle grip on his hand, so he instead settles for a sweet caress on the man's leg, going as high on his thigh as possible from where he is and then down his calf, up and down, accompanied by a light scratch of his nails against his still clothed legs.

“Yuuji,” Sukuna moans, hand twisting, hips twitching. Was he already close ? “Fuck, Yuuji. Looking, ah, looking so fucking gorgeous, there, still all flushed.”

“Yeah ?” Yuuji asks, biting his lips, a pleased blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Yeah, love seeing you blushing for me.” he says, right before tugging a bit more on Yuuji's arm to bring it a bit higher, lips immediately latching on his wrist to suck a small mark there. “Mine.” he whispers between a bite and a suck.

“Yeah, yours.” Yuuji answers, and if it's not done soon he'll definitely somehow cum a third time in however long they've been at it, holy shit, because Sukuna looks so hot right now next to him.

The man groans, biting a bit more strongly on his wrist. “Hey, Yuuji, baby, wanna cum on your face.”

Oh, fuck, that sounds like–

“Yes, yes please,” Yuuji moans, biting his lips to stop more sounds from escaping him.

Sukuna slows down, never stopping even as he moves to straddle Yuuji's chest, hovering right above him to not accidentally strangle him or something. … Okay, but. What a way of going it'd be if Sukuna actually did sit on his chest and made him unable of breathing. If Yuuji had to die today he'd definitely want to go like that, but only after getting that facial, holy shit.

The whole thought of it, the danger of this idea leaves him a panting mess, and Yuuji's hands reach up to grab Sukuna's hips as his own legs uselessly kick out for, well, one reason or another, he's not really sure of why, and he licks his lips as Sukuna's other hand traces up his pectorals and throat (after having moved the pendant away, safely tucked behind Yuuji's nape to keep it away from any drops of cum. It'd be kind of hot if he came on it, but Yuuji was also worried that it'd ruin the jewel), up and up until he's grabbing a handful of hair, and Yuuji whines at the small tug, the pinpricks of pain his mind barely registers.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Sukuna croons, “Don't want any to get in them.”

And Yuuji obeys, as fast and easily as always, and it's right then as he wonders if he should open his mouth that he hears Sukuna moan, long and low, and feels him come all over his face. Oh, fuck, it feels like there's– there's so much. It covers his skin in long strips, and Yuuji feels some of it pool right under his lower lip, feels it follow the curve of his cheeks, cling to his eyelashes.

Yuuji licks his lips, tasting Sukuna's cum on them, and the man groans once more, almost as if it had been forced out of him. Damn, he wants to see him, to see just how wrecked he looks now.

But Sukuna makes a little noise, and his thumb swipes at Yuuji's eyelids. “Hold on,” he says, all breathy. “There.”

Yuuji slowly opens his eyes, and Sukuna bends on top of him, like he got punched in the stomach just from their eye contact, and stays like that for a few long seconds, harshly panting while Yuuji's fingers sneak in his belt loops.

When he finally moves back, just a bit, Sukuna still has a hungry look on his face. So it's not much of a surprise when his index and middle fingers work together to scoop as much of his cum off of Yuuji's face as possible and then hover over his mouth. Yuuji opens it without even having to be asked, taking the fingers in it and sucking them clean, moaning around them. Sukuna's hand jolts, fingers twitching, and Yuuji uses that to slip his tongue in between the fingers, licking away the man's cum down to the last drop.

“Fuck,” Sukuna gasps, “We should stop now.” he says as his fingers slip out of Yuuji's mouth and rub over his lips, spreading saliva all over them.

“Yeah…” Yuuji groans, somehow managing to lift up just a bit, just enough to kiss Sukuna's fingers before he truly moves them away.

“Oh, baby, okay, let's…” Sukuna bites his lips, shakes his head and bends down to kiss Yuuji, chasing the taste of his cum inside his mouth. The kiss is messy, slow and almost sleepy. Gentle and tender. Yuuji feels loved. Yeah– yeah, he does.

And then Sukuna moves back, finally, too soon, and goes back to sitting next to Yuuji, grabbing Yuuji's right hand with his own left hand, linking their fingers together as he takes some time to just– breathe.
After some time spent calming down, Yuuji props himself up on his elbow to sit up a bit, and it's with a groan that he takes in how his clothes look now, rumpled, sticking to him with sweat and Yuuji wonders just how he actually managed to come over his goddamn tie.

“Eeehhhh…” Yuuji says, voice super flat. “That's gonna stain.”

“No it's not,” Sukuna laughs, fingers slipping in the knot to lower it just a bit more. “Alright, cuddle time.”

Well, that definitely was funny to hear the Ryoumen Sukuna say, voice overly serious, to cuddle. With a giggle, Yuuji slips his arms around Sukuna's neck, bending forward until his lips press against the man's jaw in a sweet little kiss. It's a soft and gentle moment, full of tenderness as Sukuna's hand comes to cradle his nape, playing with the short hairs there, humming a soft pleased little sound as he does so.

Yuuji lingers there for a few more seconds and then moves back, sharing a look and a smile with Sukuna. The man then uses his hand still on Yuuji's nape to yank him forward for one more kiss before he suddenly gets up, and Yuuji yelps as Sukuna roughly grabs his tie to slip it over his head in the same movement, taking a few steps to carefully put it down. What. He could have been more careful, Yuuji thinks with a pout, because that felt really close to getting choked in a not so fun way, owwhhh…

But still, heh, whatever. Yuuji carelessly takes off the rest of his uniform and throws it to the end of the bed, watching it slip and fall to the ground. Welp. Can't fall any lower, so that'll stay there for now. Sukuna snorts with a little shake of his head as he watches it happen, throwing away the tissue he probably just used to clean up just enough to, in his words, cuddle with Yuuji. Without having him yelp and fall in between the wall and the bed again. Oh, the horror of a dick still wet with lube suddenly touching you during cuddle time. Cold and slimy. Yuuji would have nightmares about slugs for years if that happened. … Giant slugs, he thinks as his eyes trail downward, and hold on what the fuck, he needs to stop being a post-nut dumbass. Sukuna thankfully remains unaware as he comes back to bed with him, and he doesn't even look at him weirdly when Yuuji shakes his head to clear it from his dumb ideas.

Think normal thoughts, Yuuji, damn it.

“When will you finally completely undress before having sex with me ?” Yuuji asks as Sukuna takes off his pants and leaves them on the ground next to the bed.

Ah, success !

“Haven't I done so already ? In the hotel room ?” Sukuna answers with a question of his own, and Yuuji takes a few seconds to remember that evening, just after the concert, and how much softer and gentler Sukuna had been with him compared to their time in the lodge.

“You still had your shirt on.”

“... Did I ? See, when I tell you that we really should have–”

“If you mention shower sex one more time today, I swear.”

Sukuna chuckles, miming zipping his mouth shut, and he then lies down on the bed next to Yuuji, still smiling. Damn it, who gave him the right to be this cute. Turning to his side, Yuuji hesitantly reaches out for the man next to him, and Sukuna's smile turns into a smirk as he watches Yuuji follow the shape of his muscles and the lines of ink on his chest with a shy touch of his index finger.

“You'd think you'd be less shy after all we've done.” Sukuna laughs, but even then he lets Yuuji shyly explore his chest however he wants.

“Excuse you, I'm still new to all of this.” Yuuji pouts because yeah, he never really had cuddles sessions or anything like that after having fun with his friends. The most he got was usually along the line of a few kisses and a few words. Wasn't that weird when the whole thing was usually easily described as 'teens masturbating together' (or giving/receiving handjobs. Or blowjobs. And the occasional fingering.), really.

“Right, yeah,” Sukuna's voice brings Yuuji back to the present, and he discovers that Sukuna is now looking at him with such warmth in his eyes that he feels himself blushing. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

Oh— oh, damn it. Yuuji feels his cheeks turning a bright red at those words, and Sukuna's smile widens even more, somehow, making him look like the most pleased man on earth. Embarrassed for honestly no reasons, Yuuji suddenly lifts his hand up and uses it to roughly ruffle Sukuna's hair, making the singer laugh even louder than before.

Pausing, Yuuji lowers his hand until it cradles the side of Sukuna's face. “You're awfully giggly, today.”

“Mmh, haven't been this satiated in… Well, ever.” Sukuna answers as his own hand grabs Yuuji's. “Does this bother you ?” he asks just before pressing a kiss to the center of Yuuji's palm.

“What ? No way. It's cute.”

“And it's something that only you have seen.”

The message is unsaid and yet so clear between the two of them : that one is one of Sukuna's first that Yuuji now owns. Damn it, they're probably both too focused on that concept right now, but it still was somehow both adorable and incredible to think about. And Yuuji likes it, almost feels like it evens the ground a bit between them, to know that Sukuna was also experiencing new things with him.

“Hold on, you look stupid right now,” Yuuji snorts, and the affronted look on Sukuna's face is enough to make him laugh and snuggle closer. “Let me fix your hair ?”

“Oh, that,” Sukuna's obviously relieved voice makes Yuuji laugh even harder, and Sukuna answers with a snort as he turns to his side too. “You brat.” he says as he brings Yuuji closer to him, one arm tightly secured on his waist.

“Your brat.” Yuuji playfully says as his hand goes back to Sukuna's hair to approximately put it back into its usual shape, fingers gently slipping between the soft locks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna says with a smile. “Sadly.”

“You son of a–”

“Yuuji, baby, no, I'm just teasing you,” with a small shake of his head, Sukuna moves to softly kiss Yuuji's forehead in a little reassuring way. And okay, yes, his voice had been teasing, but– but still, there's a part of Yuuji who can't help but think that this was nothing more than some sort of dream that'd end in a horrible way, that Sukuna maybe kept playing along for his own entertainment, but... “Keep being my precious brat for as long as you'll have me.” Sukuna finishes saying, voice so soft and warm that Yuuji kind of feels like tearing up from how safe it immediately made him feel, relief flooding his entire body and letting him breathe fully again.

“Shouldn't it be for as long as you will… ?”

“I'm saying it that way for a reason, sweetheart,” Sukuna says as his pinky slips in between Yuuji's neck and the necklace. “I probably won't let go of you for a long time. So you'd have to be the one calling it off.”

“You won't ?” Yuuji shyly asks. This… this feels like an incredibly important moment is happening right here, in the corner of his shitty apartment, as they both lay naked on the ruffled bed sheets.

“Mhmh, I won't.” Sukuna assures him, softly and gently, his hand now caressing Yuuji's back in a soothing up and down movement, and Yuuji…

Yuuji blinks away any wetness that could have been in his eyes, bites his lips and moves his left hand until it cradles Sukuna's face again, his right hand resting on the man's pectorals. If he paid a bit more attention to it, he could probably feel the heartbeat under his fingers, but... But that's not important right now. What is important is the way Yuuji reaches forward to kiss Sukuna, gentle and chaste at first. A simple press of his lips against Sukuna's, accompanied by a breathy little sigh and greeted by a soft and pleased smile. And Sukuna's hand keeps caressing Yuuji's back, even as he shyly nips at the singer's bottom lip and then deepens the kiss, and warmth blooms on Yuuji's cheeks as Sukuna lets him control the kiss' rhythm. Even then, it stays gentle and slow, a tender little thing.

“Cute,” Sukuna chuckles the moment Yuuji moves back.

And Yuuji's blush darkens at that little word that feels like a praise. “Shut up,” he says with a pout, embarrassed.

“Mmh, I will for one more kiss.” Sukuna says, and Yuuji laughs into the kiss that Sukuna presses to his lips. And the next few that followed it.

Later, in the early evening, Yuuji blinks and remembers how it basically started earlier. Maybe he'd get an explanation now ? Well, it definitely wouldn't hurt to try.

“Hey, Sukuna ?”

“Hmm ?”

“Why did you react like that to the video ?”

“Huh ?” Sukuna says as he clearly tries to remember his reasons. “Oh, I wanted to know what were my chances of getting a lap dance from you.”

… What. No, really, what.

“... You almost made me have a heart attack. For a lap dance.”

“... When you put it like that.”

And fucking hell, Sukuna looks so smug the next morning as Yuuji opens the door to go to his dance crew's meeting and finds the door covered in notes from all of his neighbors. Yuuji blushes and covers his face with his hands for a few long seconds, and Sukuna chuckles behind him as he joins him by the door to read the notes.

Lowering his hands, Yuuji instead grabs the little papers, plucking them off of the door. The first few ones are honestly kind of funny, all things considered, and Sukuna snorts as he reads them too.

But then. There's one more. A little note on a piece of scrap paper, written with a black marker.

Yuuji stares at that one. And stares some more as Sukuna grabs one of its corners to look at it too, growling in anger as he finishes reading it.

“Yuuji. Don't listen to–”

“It's not,” Yuuji starts to say, stopping to swallow around the lump in his throat. “It's not like there's anyone to say it to.”

“Yuuji ?” asks Sukuna as he tugs the paper away from Yuuji's hand.

“I gotta go, see you later–” Yuuji quickly mumbles, going on his tiptoes to kiss Sukuna's cheek really fast.

“Wait, baby—” Sukuna says as he tries to grab Yuuji, but Yuuji is faster, has always been really fast, and even if he feels kind of bad that he's running away, well, he's not really ready to tell Sukuna for how long he's been alone.
Like, yeah, sure, he's not stupid. he knows that it isn't a deal breaker, he's not dumb, but maybe they could talk about other things first ? Yuuji would rather go over the boring random facts first before having to go over the cliché storm of a backstory he has. And even if he has accepted it now, well, that neighbor's note still hurt a bit. Like when you scratch at a half healed injury and reopen it.

But the burning soreness he feels every time he moves, following over the choreography with the rest of the crew feels weirdly soothing and comforting, and it helps him put aside his worries, at least for now. He'll eventually tell Sukuna, those stories that ended with an accident and a silent and empty hospital room, but right now he just wants to focus on the present and the good things.

… Except when the present and the good things lead to the crew leader taking him aside to talk to him (to chew him out) about all the visible hickeys and bite marks on his skin. To tell him that he wouldn't be able to get on stage if his skin was still covered in them in a few weeks for the competition.

So the moment Yuuji finally slips out of the dance studio and starts to walk to the bus stop, he grabs his phone.