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Being with Yuuji is perfect in most aspects.
Yuuji takes Megumi out on dates. Movie theater hopping and dinner, gaming at the arcade that always ends up going into the AM hours of night because they’re both stupidly competitive. Yuuji always wins, but that doesn’t mean that Megumi isn’t going to try his hardest to win, or at least until Yuuji takes pity on him and loses on purpose to give him something. He listens to Megumi and his problems, always offering gentle comfort. He understands Megumi’s boundaries, never pushing him, giving him ample time to be with himself because being around others for too long drains him. Even if it’s Yuuji.
But that doesn’t mean that Yuuji isn’t without his flaws.
Mostly, Megumi can overlook the trivial things. It’s okay that Yuuji is a messy eater who gets sauce on his chin while he’s eating. He can deal with Yuuji gaming on their Xbox until 2am most nights as long as he keeps the volume down while he’s sleeping. Megumi can overlook how dense Yuuji can get about certain things, never intentionally, often needing Megumi to spell things out for him. All of that is fine, if he frames it in the right light, it might even across as endearing.
No, the main issue Megumi has with Yuuji, boils down to sex.
Because sex with Yuuji is mind blowing. It’s good. It’s great. He always makes Megumi come so hard, he sees stars and his toes curl into the sheets. He always takes good care of him afterwards, too, cleaning Megumi up and carrying him into their bathtub as he washes him diligently.
Megumi loves sex with Yuuji, but he also gets tired of it.
Gets tired of how hard Yuuji likes to go, how his stamina permits him to go all night long in the most literal sense, when Megumi wants to pass out after the first orgasm. It’s also frequent, Yuuji always horny, always wanting to fuck Megumi at least five days a week because why should he masturbate when he has a warm body to fuck? The sex is also so rough, that he has a hard time sitting upright the next day, Nobara always teasing him for how wild his sex life must be when he's a victim of Yuuji’s manic libido more often than not.
That’s when, on one morning where Megumi is falling asleep at the bathroom sink because Yuuji fucked him till 5am on a weekday, that he realizes that it’s November 1st. The date doesn’t bear any particular weight to him, but its implication does, something distant tugging at his thoughts. An idea.
Isn’t November that month where people abstain from sex for the whole month? Is he imagining that? He’s pretty sure he saw trends about it on YouTube and Twitter, especially the western side of it.
He feels a little bit stupid as he googles ‘November no sex’, but he’s too tired to really care, eyes drooping with a toothbrush stuck in his mouth. What pops up is several results about ‘No Nut November’, which Megumi scrolls through idly, translating the English articles into Japanese to make sure he isn’t accidentally missing any context.
So, the gist of it, is that guys don’t have sex or masturbate for the entire month of November. Megumi hums, feeling his lower back ache from how hard Yuuji went on him only a few hours prior, thinking that wouldn’t be too bad to get a break. A break from being woken up at odd hours of the night by a cock slipping into his used hole like it's a flesh light. A break from Yuuji fucking him after college till the sun is no longer up and their neighbors are cursing them out. Megumi needs a break from all the fucking and No Nut November is the perfect opportunity for that to let his body recover. To be able to study and function like a normal person.
A break for just one month, then they could go back to like they were before. Maybe a month without sex might even teach Yuuji a bit about control, rein in his monstrous libido, if only by a small margin.
For Megumi’s own sanity, he will make this work.
November 1st
Yuuji, for his part, takes it a lot better than Megumi expected him to.
“No Nut November?” Yuuji asks. “Isn’t that the western trend where guys are celibate for a month?”
“You know about it?” Megumi raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Yuuji replies. “I go on TikTok, it’s all the dudes on there ever talk about.”
“Yeah, I uh, I thought we should try it,” Megumi suggests, feeling a bit awkward. A lot guilty. Is this unfair of him, to ask Yuuji to abstain for a month because Megumi can no longer keep up with him? “I heard it’s good for you. Helps you concentrate better, improves your stamina and stuff. It’s like a magic pill sort of.”
Megumi literally pulled that straight out of his ass, hopes that Yuuji doesn’t question him on it.
“Yeah, I heard that too,” Yuuji hums, Megumi sighing in relief. He pouts a bit, though, as he considers Megumi. “But a whole month without sex will be so hard.”
Megumi swallows, taking a step closer, settling himself on Yuuji’s lap. He frames Yuuji’s face with his hands, forcing him to make eye contact with him.
“Do this for me,” Megumi starts, voice barely higher than a whisper. “And I’ll let you do whatever you want with my body afterwards.”
Yuuji’s lips curl into a smirk, one that makes Megumi shiver.
“But I already do whatever I want with your body, baby,” Yuuji says, letting his hand roam down Megumi’s body until it rests right on the small of his waist, the warmth of his hand bleeding with suggestion. Megumi tries his best not to lean into the touch, not to melt into it. “You gotta really sell me on this to make me agree to it.”
Megumi licks his bottom lip, because Yuuji is right, but he needs to really sell this.
“I’ll let you go all night long without bitching about it,” Megumi amends. “Is it a deal?”
Because the thing is, Megumi is quite whiney during sex, and not even in the sexy way. He’s always bitching in bed about how hard Yuuji is going, reminding him that he has lectures the next day, and telling him to stop after the next orgasm. Yuuji always groans, telling him one more and he’d be done, but it’s always a lie. Megumi knows that all his incessant bitching tends to ruin the mood a bit, but if Yuuji is good for him this once, then he can be good for him too.
“Throw in some lacy lingerie, something red, maybe add in a skirt, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“You’re so horny, but fine, red lingerie for December,” Megumi drawls. “I’ll even wrap myself up, be your Christmas gift and all that.”
Not that it matters much, because Megumi knows Yuuji won’t last. Yuuji is a literal sex fiend, won’t last the whole month without giving in, without masturbating at least once, even if he doesn’t ask Megumi for sex.
Megumi is asking for a month, but he knows that in all actuality, all he will get out of this is a week tops. But a week is better than nothing.
“Ahh, I’m already getting horny at the visual,” Yuuji groans, tossing his head back. “I can’t wait.”
“I hope you can wait,” Megumi replies wryly. “That’s sort of the whole point.”
Yuuji laughs at that, lifting his head again to look at Megumi pensively. Chewing at his lip as he ponders upon something, which worries Megumi a bit, because thinking isn’t really Yuuji’s forte and nothing good ever comes out of a thinking Yuuji.
"You do realize, though, that No Nut November means you can't jack it either, Megumin," Yuuji says in a matter-of-fact tone, thumbing Megumi’s waist idly. “You can’t ask for sex either. If you do, then you lose."
Yuuji leans in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Megumi’s lips, eyes glinting in a way that Megumi doesn’t particularly like.
"Fair enough. And what happens if I lose?" Megumi asks.
"Then the terms of our deal are off, and I get to fuck you how I like. For as long as I want." Yuuji smirks at Megumi, squeezing his waist. “Without any of the bitching and the lingerie, we can’t forget that part.”
Megumi scoffs at that. He is nowhere near as horny as Yuuji tends to be, so this will hardly be an issue he has to worry about.
“Don’t worry about that, babe,” Megumi flicks his forehead. “Just worry about how blue your balls are gonna be this month.”
Yuuji extends his pinky finger to Megumi.
“We got a deal, Fushiguro?” Yuuji asks him.
He swallows as he considers the pinky finger in front of him. Whenever Yuuji calls Megumi by his last name, he knows that he’s up to no good. It’s the way Yuuji refers to him whenever they’re gaming at the arcade, whenever they bet on something. Whenever there is a challenge in front of them that Yuuji is dead set on winning.
And Megumi knows from experience that Yuuji never loses.
Megumi shakes his head, banishing the paranoia from his thoughts. He links his pinky with Yuuji’s, locking them together, regardless of the glint in Yuuji’s eyes that’s leaving him wary.
“Pinky swear,” Megumi says. His lips tilt upwards into a smirk. "Hope you don't miss my ass too much by December."
"Oh, I will," Yuuji replies seriously, letting his hand on his waist reach down to grope his ass hard enough that it leaves Megumi a bit winded. He smirks at the warmth that blossoms on Megumi’s cheeks. "I think you’ll be missing my cock more, though. You’ll be begging for it by the end of the month, Fushiguro."
There he goes, calling him Fushiguro again, but Megumi only scoffs at that. Even if Yuuji is treating this as a challenge, a game that he’s going to win, Megumi knows this is the only place where he has Yuuji beat.
When it comes to abstaining from sex, he will always have more control than Yuuji.
November 7th
But oh, how wrong he was, Megumi quickly realized over the next few days as Yuuji cranking up the difficulty levels of their little game by a hundred. A little game that was starting to turn into an all-out war, bloody and violent with how dirty Yuuji was willing to play to win.
It starts out innocuously enough, with Yuuji parting Megumi with light touches. Some that linger, the warmth of his touch remaining for a while longer, making Megumi shiver. Small brushes to the nape of his neck while he’s grabbing something from the kitchen, fleeting kisses before bed that aren’t hardly anything to write home about. They still leave Megumi wanting for more.
They're easy enough to push aside, though.
But then one week after their arrangement started, Yuuji asks him a question that Megumi didn’t think too much of.
“Kissing is still okay, right?”
“Why are you asking me like that?” Megumi cocks his eyebrow. “We’ve been kissing.”
“Yeah, well,” Yuuji trails off, shrugging. He closes the distance between them, placing his fingers on Megumi’s chin. They haven’t had sex in a week, which is longer than they’ve ever gone since getting together over a year ago, and just that small touch has Megumi shivering. “But we haven’t been, y’know, making out.”
“Oh,” Megumi breathes. “Yeah, we haven’t been.”
“So?” Yuuji prompts. “Wanna make out?”
Megumi, as Yuuji’s boyfriend, has no reason to say no, so he nods once. It's not like he wants to turn Yuuji into a monk. It would also be a lie to say that he doesn’t miss kissing Yuuji, that he doesn’t miss being kissed deeply by him, their tongues moving together in tandem.
“I don’t see why not.” Megumi shrugs, feigning indifference. “It’s just some kissing.”
So, Megumi lets Yuuji back him into the wall, lets him kiss him. Doesn't stop him when he wordlessly asks for access with his tongue. Nor does Megumi stop him when one of Yuuji’s hands find purchase in his hair, tugging on the dark strands wrapped around his fingers. Rather, his own hands find purchase around Yuuji’s neck, bringing him in closer. Fingers playing with his undercut, enjoying the way the skin of his nape pebbles in goosebumps at the touch. Yuuji pressing Megumi harder against the wall, kissing him even harder like he’s the air he needs to breathe, nipping at his bottom lip.
The kiss is turning Megumi’s brain to mush, eliciting a guttural groan from Megumi’s lips that Yuuji swallows so expertly with his own. Positively melting into his touch.
Megumi really should have stopped him when the kiss became more heated. When Yuuji’s hips pressed against his own, his hands moving down to wrap tightly around the small of Megumi waist, fingers almost meeting in a way that makes Megumi breathless, just above his ass. It's all he can do to tighten his grasp around Yuuji’s neck, his anchor that keeps him tethered to the moment.
But Megumi didn't stop him.
When Yuuji kisses Megumi, he isn't thinking in terms of ‘should’ and ‘shouldn't’, he only thinks of ‘want’ and ‘need’. What feels good right now, chasing that feeling. And Yuuji gives it to him, kissing him until he's breathless, till he feels heat pool in his stomach.
"I miss you," Yuuji whispers against his lips, breathlessly. “You’re so perfect.”
Megumi nods, chasing Yuuji’s lips again, uncaring about catching his breath. Yuuji’s words going straight to his cock, praise whore that he is, when he realizes he's hard. Straining against the zipper of his pants. Yuuji is similarly hard, feels him pressing against his own hardness, but it's not enough. He needs to feel more. Needs to have more.
"Yuuji," Megumi breathes against his lips. "I want to come. Please."
"No can do," Yuuji whispers against his lips unapologetically, detaching himself from Megumi slowly. Dodging his lips when Megumi tries to kiss him again, in lieu of tenderly wrapping his hands around Megumi’s wrists. "No Nut November, remember, baby?"
Megumi blinks slowly, trying to process the rejection through the haze of an orgasm he was deprived from, until he remembers. No orgasms for a whole month.
No Nut November, yeah. That.
"Right, yeah, totally," Megumi replies, covering his overheating face. "I remember."
It was his idea after all. Yuuji smiles at him, one that almost borders on pitiful, as he nods. Leaning in close, stroking his cock teasingly. Megumi gasping, bending over as the direct touch to his cock has him keening, but it’s gone before he can even manage to lean into it.
“Yikes, those blue balls look painful,” Yuuji comments lightly. "Really wish I could have helped you." He presses his thumb down on Megumi’s bottom lip, bitten raw and slick with spit. “Which I could do, you know, if you decided to call it quits.”
Megumi holds Yuuji’s gaze for a few moments too long, resisting the urge to wrap his lips around the pad of his thumb and tasting it. Instead, he splays his hand out against Yuuji’s chest, letting it linger for a few seconds as he feels Yuuji’s heartbeat against his palm, before he pushes him away.
"I'll be fine," Megumi grits out. "You just focus on you."
"Yes, sir." Yuuji salutes him lazily.
If Yuuji laughs at him when he goes to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower afterwards, the tinkering sound of his laughter filtering through their thin walls, Megumi pays it no mind.
November 16th
But Yuuji’s game doesn't end there, no, that was merely him warming up. If anything, Yuuji only starts cranking up the heat in the days that follow.
It's November, it's cold as hell, but Megumi often comes home from college to find Yuuji lounging around in skimpy clothes. It's as if Yuuji is attempting to live out his fantasy of becoming Magic Mike, because he's always in nothing but a sheer tank top and hot shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, but leaves Megumi frothing at the mouth.
Yuuji, Megumi realizes, is pure evil.
Because how is it fair for Megumi to come home from college, tired and exhausted, to find Yuuji dressed in nothing but a sheer tank top that reveals his perky nipples underneath with shorts that accentuate his bulge and show off long, thick, muscular thighs that go on for miles. The shorts are several sizes too small too, because they squeeze his thighs so tightly that Megumi can see the white lines.
He's quite sure that outfit isn’t even his, something he pulled out from Megumi’s own closet, which makes Megumi feel too hot under the collar. What he would do to rip those clothes off Yuuji, or maybe keep them on, fuck him in them instead.
“Is there any particular reason why you’re dressed like a slut?” Megumi asks, pinching the bridge of his nose. “In the middle of November?”
“It was hot.” Yuuji shrugs innocently, lounging lazily against the couch. A pose that makes him look more like a whore with his legs spread, can practically see his balls spilling out of his shorts from where he’s standing, than a couch potato who’s watching Gintama for the umpteenth time on TV. “I didn’t want to turn on the heat.”
Megumi doesn’t even bother deigning that with a response, because that’s clearly a lie. The weather is in the negatives outside, and here Yuuji is, claiming that it’s too hot. Instead, he chances a quick glance at his phone. It tells him that it’s only November 16th, and that it’s too early to give in. That as much as he wants to sink down to his knees and take Yuuji in his mouth till his eyes roll back, it’s not time for that yet.
Other times, Megumi will find Yuji in those skimpy outfits, working out in the middle of their living room. Doing push-ups, working up a sweat, while Megumi sweats for completely different reasons entirely.
Megumi grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge, downing the whole bottle in one go to quench his thirst.
"Thirsty?" Yuuji asks, smarmy and annoying as usual.
"Just peachy," Megumi drawls.
Because at this point, this is a matter of pride. This is war. Yuuji wants to see Megumi’s resolve crack, begging Yuuji to take him however he wants. To make him regret ever starting this stupid challenge in the first place. But Megumi won't let him, he's better than that.
Sure, Megumi is now in a permanent state of horniness for it that certainly isn't helping him focus or concentrate like he so boldly claimed to Yuuji in the beginning, but he hates losing. He won't let Yuuji have this. Megumi isn't like Yuuji, he isn't controlled by his dick.
He's better than that, better than him.
November 23rd
As it would turn out, Megumi isn’t better than Yuuji at all. Though, that isn’t due to any fault of his own, actually, it’s all Yuuji’s fault. Yuuji might have ruined Megumi more than he thought he did.
All the marathon sex, all night long so many days a week, it ruined him. He's on edge for it, snappier both at college and at home, always waking up from stupidly vivid wet dreams with morning wood that refuses to go down like he’s still a middle schooler going through puberty. Megumi has taken to smoking through a lot more cigarettes than he's typically prone to smoking just to take off some of that edge. And cold showers, so many cold showers, just to calm his fraying nerves.
Megumi blames Yuuji for this, for the undercurrent of horniness and pent up frustration he's feeling, because he would have been fine if Yuuji wasn't so hell bent on always teasing him. Edging him. With all the touches, kisses, and the slutty clothes.
'This is what you're missing out on,' is what Yuuji is telling Megumi with all this. 'This is what you're missing and I'll make you crave it until you beg.'
And Megumi refuses to beg. Absolutely not. If Yuuji wants to make this a challenge, he can take him on. No problem.
There's only a week left in the month anyway. If they both hold on till the end, there will be a great reward by the end of it. One that Megumi himself is starting to yearn for, wanting so much to feel Yuuji’s body against his and inside of him in the most intimate way, filling him up and ruining him even more.
Fuck, he misses sex with Yuuji so much.
Out of cigarettes, Megumi decides to deal with his excess tension by taking yet another cold shower. He's been taking so many of those he might as well prune up and turn into a soggy vegetable at this point.
Yuuji’s eyes follow him on his way to the bathroom, passive, and Megumi can’t help but scowl. This is all his fault, yet he seems so unbothered, which is the worst part of all this. Yuuji is the one who’s supposed to be suffering, not him. He’s the one who should be on edge and waking up with morning wood, but no, he’s totally fine. If anything, his skin is even smoother for it and he’s working out all the goddamn time, so he looks like even more of a Greek God than he did before. Fucking great.
Petty, and wanting to even the playing field if only by a little bit, Megumi ends up taking off his knitted sweater and discarding it onto the floor. He takes it off slowly, languidly, with the intent of giving a show and not to simply discard clothes.
His pants and briefs follow in a similar manner, leaving him naked in the living room for Yuuji to drink him in, bending over slowly to give him a view of what he’s missing. Megumi grins when he hears Yuuji choke over nothing, turning around slowly, watching Yuuji’s dark eyes. Entrances as he fucks him with those eyes, all the filthy scenarios crossing his mind one by one, palpable by the way Yuuji’s skin flushes and he licks his bottom lip. Yuuji swallows visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Megumi replies with the middle finger, a smug smirk on his face, proceeding to the bathroom instead. If Megumi is going to suffer, then he might as well make Yuuji suffer too.
He closes the bathroom door behind him, sighing as he resolves himself to another cold shower, freezing droplets of water killing whatever tendrils of arousal he has forming underneath the surface. He steps under the shower head, about to turn the faucet, when he hears the bathroom door open and close.
Sticking his head out, Megumi feels his eyes widen marginally when he sees Yuuji stepping into the bathroom, shucking off his own skimpy clothes onto the ground. He steps over them dismissively, moving to stand before Megumi in his naked glory, an innocuous grin painting his features.
"I'm about to shower," Megumi bites out, shooing him away with his hand. "I called dibs, go away, you can shower afterwards."
Yuuji, however, catches his hand with his own as his smile grows.
"I'm sweaty from working out," Yuuji explains. "Will you let me join you instead?"
Yuuji even proves his statement by letting Megumi's hand rest over his pec, feeling his hot skin that's glistening with sweat on the palm of his hand. Something that should be gross, but only makes Megumi’s mind go haywire with the desire to lick that sweat off his chest with his tongue. He bites down on his lip, swallowing the whimper that threatens to fall from his mouth.
"I don't think we should shower together," Megumi says, desperately trying to cling to reason.
"What's wrong with showering together?" Yuuji asks, tilting his head to the side. "It's not like sharing a shower together means we're going to have sex."
'Because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from jumping your bones if we're both naked in the same space together for an extended period of time.'
"I guess you have a point," Megumi says instead, not wanting to give off any sign that he's been struggling with this challenge. Even if everyday feels like he's Sysiphis pushing some rock up a mountain, he has to persevere, and fake it till he makes it. "It's whatever."
"Yes," Yuuji agrees. "Whatever."
He steps into the shower, covering Megumi’s hand that was on the tap, shifting it so that the water is hot instead of cold. The hot stream of water is pleasant against Megumi’s skin, making him sigh, eyes falling closed.
Yuuji leans in close, brushing Megumi’s wet fringe behind his ear, and then whispering something directly into it.
"So many cold showers in November won't be good for you, baby."
Megumi’s eyes snap open, but Yuuji’s only smiling sweetly at him, a bottle of shampoo in his hands. He pours some generously in his hands, lathering it into his hair and his undercut, then tapping Megumi to turn around.
"Let me do you, too," Yuuji says. "It's been a while since I've been able to take care of you like this."
And maybe Megumi can't help but melt a little when Yuuji says that, because really, he is the perfect boyfriend even if he's a heathen. Always taking care of him and spoiling him, so sweet and kind, that it just pours out of his heart. Megumi nods, turning around obediently, allowing Yuuji to lather his hair in strawberry scented shampoo.
The touch is so nice, too, Yuuji putting in the extra effort to massage Megumi’s scalp as he rubs the shampoo into his strands. His hands, so big and his thick fingers, massaging Megumi’s head makes his eyes fall shut because of how nice they feel. He lets Yuuji move his head this way and that as he likes, letting him rinse it out, the hot stream of water washing out the remaining suds of shampoo down the drain.
Through it all, Megumi still feels that undercurrent of tension and lust, but he tries to push it down. Suffocate it.
A futile effort when Yuuji’s fingers trail down from Megumi’s scalp, lingering over his nape, replacing his fingers with his nose as he nuzzles the crook of his neck. Breathing him in. His arms, so strong and muscular from his life as a jock, wrap themselves around Megumi’s waist and bring him in close. Close enough that he feels his cock, hard and pulsing against Megumi’s ass.
Megumi’s eyes snap open, grappling for purchase on Yuuji’s arms. To push him away or bring him closer, he doesn’t know.
Fuck.
“Yuuji,” Megumi gasps. “Didn’t you say this was just showering?”
“’Course it is,” Yuuji replies. He leans on Megumi, his cock pressing harder against Megumi’s ass for it, as he grabs the loofa and body soap. “What do you think this is?”
Megumi swallows, not sure if he should play along and let it go or be a thorn in Yuuji’s side. This shower is supposed to be his sanctuary, where he lets go of his worldly desires, not where he gets wrecked by them.
“Never mind,” Megumi replies thickly.
Megumi blames his inability to think straight on his horniness.
“Good boy,” Yuuji whispers, making Megumi keen from the pet name. “I’m going to wash your body now.”
He’s not going to survive this.
He nods.
Yuuji makes quick work of washing Megumi’s back, lingering touches that are searing hot, groping his ass a little more than necessary in his efforts to ensure everything is clean. Megumi just stands there, letting Yuuji envelop him with his body, his chin resting on Megumi’s shoulder to get a proper look. The loofa is rough against his skin as he rubs the soap in, lingering over his nipples, perky under the water stream and Yuuji’s attention. He lathers them with attention, making sure to flick them with his fingers, uncaring of the way each flick and touch sends jolts of arousal down Megumi’s spine. Arousal that pools in the base of his stomach, starting to get hard because of Yuuji’s ministrations, despite his best efforts to keep himself flaccid.
Every attempt to sing the ABC’s, the national anthem, and even the Barney theme song in his head, isn’t doing anything to stave off the inferno blazing underneath the surface.
Yuuji’s hands go downwards, to his sternum, to his stomach, to his navel. Megumi can feel his heart racing, can hear it beating wildly in his ears, tuning out everything but Yuuji’s touch. Yuuji breathes hotly in Megumi’s ear, a gush of warm air that makes Megumi jolt, nibbling on his earlobe idly.
“Gotta wash everything, don’t we?” Yuuji muses.
A protest bubbles up in Megumi’s throat, a distant voice that tells him that he should say no, especially when Yuuji lets the loofa drop. That voice is muted, however, when Yuuji’s teeth latch onto Megumi’s throat and bite. The voice disappears altogether when Yuuji’s hand wraps around Megumi’s cock, which is now fully hard, throbbing and dripping in Yuuji’s hand. He’s lucky that the water washes away his pre-come, because he’s positive that otherwise, his cock would be a leaking mess all over Yuuji’s hand.
His grip is loose, hardly enough to give Megumi any real pleasure. After three long weeks without, the touch is enough to make Megumi’s eyes roll back, thrusting weakly into his loose grasp. Yuuji only removes his hand, however, keeping it a hairsbreadth away, but he doesn’t touch. Only teasing.
Megumi feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes.
This is so embarrassing and mortifying, but Megumi can’t bring himself to push Yuuji away. It’s just Yuuji, Yuuji who’s seen everything Megumi has to offer, but being this bare and vulnerable with Yuuji like this after so long without makes him feel shy. The trust is still there, of course, but so is the embarrassment.
“Yuuji, please,” Megumi whispers.
“Please what, Fushiguro?” Yuuji implores, using his last name again. He spins Megumi around, pinning him to the wall, the stream falling down over both their heads like this. “Words, baby, or I won’t know what you want.”
What Megumi wants? The answer is simple. He wants Yuuji to fuck him, to ruin him.
But the challenge. He doesn’t want to lose, not after coming so far.
“I don’t know,” Megumi slurs. He rests his hand over Yuuji’s pec, over his heart, listening to it race. His eyes fall down to Yuuji’s cock, so hard and so red, and he thinks about how much he misses it. He frowns. “You’re teasing me.”
Yuuji crowds Megumi against the wall, pressing his cock against Megumi’s, smiling sweetly. Languidly, he lifts Megumi’s leg, letting it wrap around his waist. Megumi gasps, arms wrapping around Yuuji, resting his weight onto him. Something that Yuuji manages with ease, carrying Megumi like he weighs nothing.
“But you’re so easy to tease,” Yuuji remarks. “It doesn’t matter, though. As long as neither of us comes, then it isn’t sex.” Yuuji presses a kiss to the corner of Megumi’s lips. “So? Tell me, what is it that you want?”
Yuuji’s logic sounds flawed at best, but his mind is cloudy with want and lust. He can’t think straight right now, wants nothing more than to just give in. Anything to take off the edge, lest he go crazy.
His eyes flutter closed.
“I want you, Yuuji,” Megumi replies. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he tries to retain his last shred of perseverance. “No sex, though.”
“No sex,” Yuuji agrees.
So, Megumi lets Yuuji fold him and bend him, pressing his cock against his as he wraps a hand around them both. The water from the shower head acts as a lubricant, aiding the glide of Yuuji’s hand over their cocks, so deliciously tight. Megumi sags against the wall, fingers digging into Yuuji’s back, leaving his mark on him that will be difficult to hide in locker rooms. Seeking Yuuji’s lips, breathless as their teeth clash together messily, wet and slick as their tongues move against each other.
Megumi feels himself drip, thrusting into Yuuji’s hand and against his cock, wanting so much. Feels his arousal crescendo, wanton moans breathed into Yuuji’s lips, all sense of reason slipping away along with the hot water droplets going down the drain.
Yuuji bites down on Megumi’s bottom lip, letting it pop as he lets it go, moving to flick the hot water to the cold. So cold, that Megumi curses at the sudden shift, like small daggers made of ice hitting his skin.
“No sex, remember?” Yuuji reminds him.
Megumi glares at Yuuji, glowering at him so harshly, he watches his smug sneer wilt if only slightly.
“I will end you.” Megumi shoves Yuuji out of the shower forcefully. “Get out, I’m going to finish by myself.”
“You’re not gonna come alone because that still counts as losing –”
“Get out!”
“Fine, fine,” Yuuji appeases him, wrapping a towel around his waist as he leaves. He pouts before leaving, giving Megumi the puppy dog eyes that always makes him so weak. “I’m suffering, too, y’know.”
Megumi does know, but he also thinks he’s having too much fun with it. If anything, it feels like Megumi is the only one losing his mind here, which is entirely unfair.
November 30th
The days that follow the shower incident pass in a torturous, but heated blur. Yuuji tones it down a few notches, probably afraid that Megumi will resort to violence if he pulls any similar stunts, but the simmering tension between them hasn’t abated any. Lingering touches, heated glances, and desperate want. Every night, Megumi wakes up hard and breathless, wanting nothing more than to be fucked full.
But he waits, because there's only a few days left in the month, and he couldn't possibly give up now. He doesn't want to lose, can't let himself beg, because Yuuji would never let him live it down.
Megumi hits his breaking point, however, when he comes home after a particularly long shift at the café, only to find Yuuji naked on their couch, his hand wrapped lazily around his cock that's hard and dripping in his hand. He smirks lazily at Megumi as he walks in, doesn't make any move to stop or even look ashamed, only fisting his red and dripping cock with more vigor than before.
His eyes are latched onto Yuuji, drinking in every detail; his perky nipples, every ridge of his abs, his thick thighs, and of course, the cock he's been dreaming about all month. Megumi’s brain goes silent, a distant hum he can't decipher playing in the background, as his messenger bag drops to the floor with a loud thunk.
Neither of them pay it any mind.
"They let you out early, babe?" Yuuji asks, voice a little breathy, but otherwise neutral. "You usually don't come home before dark on Tuesdays."
Megumi wants to tell Yuuji that he knows he's a fucking liar, that he knows that Yuuji knows that he doesn't have any classes on Tuesdays, so he takes the morning shift at the café and finishes at 4PM. The words curl up in his throat and turn to ash, however, his brain turning to mush. Rather than any protests, the only thing Megumi can think about is how delectable Yuuji looks right now, hyper aware of the drop of sweat scaling down the nape of his neck.
"Why are you standing like that in the foyer?" Yuuji prompts. "Why not come closer?"
Yuuji beckons Megumi to come closer with a flick of his fingers, the ones that aren't currently wrapped around his cock. Megumi follows the movement, like a puppet connected to its strings, one step after the other until he's standing right in front of Yuuji. Hovering over him. Can see how his cock leaks, purulent beads of pre-come dripping down the length of his cock, staining the palm of his hand.
Megumi licks his bottom lip, feeling strangely thirsty.
"Want to watch?" Yuuji prompts. "I'll give you a good show."
"Isn't this…" Megumi swallows audibly, trying to string his thoughts together. "Cheating?"
"Not really." Yuuji flicks his hand around his cock lazily. He bites his lip, clearly suppressing a shudder of pleasure. "As long as I don't come, remember?"
Megumi remembers, but he forgets everything else. His last string of sanity has snapped, along with whatever inhibitions that held him back, his pride dissipating into nothingness.
Megumi drops to his knees in front of Yuuji, watching his eyes widen marginally in surprise.
"Please," Megumi pleads, feeling his skin flush all over. "I lose, you can do whatever you want with me. Just…please, fuck me. No more edging, please."
This is what Yuuji wanted, wasn't it? To have Megumi beg. Well here he has it, Megumi is on his knees and begging, giving him all that smug triumph he's been craving all month long. The battle of tolerance reaching its end, Megumi the loser, because it turns out that he's no better than Yuuji. Has long since been ruined rotten by Yuuji’s monstrous sex drive.
Besides, what's the point of pride when Megumi wants, no, needs this so much? If he doesn't have this, have Yuuji, then he might just pass away right here and now.
He can accept all of Yuuji’s gloating later as long as he gets fucked right now.
"You held on longer than I thought you would," Yuuji replies, caressing Megumi’s chin. He grins at him sweetly, but it only reads as a sneer to Megumi from his position on his knees. "You know I never lose, Fushiguro."
Megumi doesn't know why his whole body erupts in goosebumps, an inferno blazing underneath the surface, whenever Yuuji calls him by his last name. It makes things between them feel more interpersonal, like they aren’t two boyfriends who’ve been dating for over a year now. Suspends them in a fantasy where Megumi is nothing more than Yuuji’s needy whore.
Is Megumi already falling into subspace without Yuuji so much as touching him? Apparently so. This heady feeling, one that’s detached and floaty, is familiar to him. It’s a feeling he’s been on the brink of for a while now, always standing over the edge, ready to be tipped over by a single push.
Coming home to Yuuji like this is apparently all the push Megumi needed to get there.
“'m sorry,” Megumi mumbles.
“It’s okay,” Yuuji replies, sitting up as his cock bounces in front of Megumi’s face. “I got you to beg, so I’ve already gotten what I wanted.”
Megumi’s eyes glance up at Yuuji, lashes fluttering, as he feels his temple bead with sweat from overheating. It’s the end of November, but Megumi feels like he might as well be in the middle of July, needing nothing more than to shed all the layers that are suffocating him.
“What about me?” Megumi asks.
“Ahh, yes, you wanted to be fucked. Right,” Yuuji comments, brushing his chin idly. “That can be arranged.”
The tip of Yuuji’s cock brushes against Megumi’s lips, his eyes falling shut as a result, skin shuddering from the want to take it in his mouth.
“But first, be a good boy for me, and take me in your mouth?” Yuuji hums. “You said I could do whatever I wanted with your body if you lost. Though it’s a shame about the lingerie and the skirt, but we can come back to that later.”
Megumi elects not to reply. Yuuji knows that sucking dick isn’t Megumi’s favorite thing to do, mostly because it makes his jaw ache because of Yuuji’s size and how long it takes him to come, so this is part one of him making Megumi regret his life. What Yuuji doesn’t know, however, is that Megumi has been yearning to taste Yuuji’s cock on his lips for weeks now. That this request is the best treat he could have offered him, a sin packaged in the form of a blessing.
But Yuuji doesn’t need to know that.
Instead, Megumi mouths at the tip of Yuuji’s cock, swallowing each drop of pre-come on the tip of his tongue. He figures that Yuuji has been edging himself for a while now, is probably on the brink of orgasm himself, and his stamina is probably not what it once was regardless of his boasting. Megumi’s tongue teases at the base of his cock, but wastes no time in taking Yuuji into his mouth, groaning when he feels Yuuji’s fingers wrap themselves tightly into his hair. Forcing Megumi down deeper onto his cock, uncaring of how Megumi loses breath for it, his eyes stinging as tears threaten to fall from his eyes.
Because that’s the thing with Yuuji, sex with him is always rough, bordering on animalistic. He has certain wants and desires that he expects Megumi to fulfill, incredibly selfish and brutish in bed, all his gentle kindness from the other aspects of their relationship fading into the background.
Usually, Megumi doesn’t like it, but now? He loves it, thrives on it even, wanting nothing more than to be used like Yuuji’s personal fuck toy.
“You’re such a good boy for me, baby,” Yuuji whispers, brushing Megumi’s fringe out of his face. He brushes Megumi’s tears away with the pad of his thumb. “So perfect for me.”
The praise makes Megumi’s whole body thrum with pleasure, eyes falling shut as his head gets cloudier, his neglected cock straining against his pants. The lust pooling like molten hot lava in the base of his stomach as Yuuji pushes him down deeper on his cock, till the tip of his cock is touching the back of his throat. He can’t really breathe like this, shoved against Yuuji’s navel, but he thinks this is a good way to go out. Suffocating on Yuuji’s cock, especially as he starts to thrust shallowly into Megumi’s mouth, drool pooling around his cock as tears stream down his face in earnest.
“So pretty, Megumin,” Yuuji says, tugging on Megumi’s hair again. “Don’t swallow, alright?”
Megumi doesn’t get much time to process his request when Yuuji thrusts into his mouth one last time, a silent groan as he comes down his throat, shallowly fucking his come into his mouth. Pulling out to smear the last tendrils of come against his lips and on his cheeks.
“Open up for me, baby,” Yuuji orders, caressing Megumi’s chin with an uncharacteristic gentleness for the filth of what they’re doing. When Megumi opens up, showing him the salty come that’s still on his tongue, didn’t swallow like he was told - Yuuji smiles. “Good boy.”
What surprises Megumi is when Yuuji inserts his fingers into his mouth, pressing down harshly on his tongue, Megumi’s tongue rolling around his fingers instinctively. He rubs his own come on his tongue, a bit too gleeful when he leans in close and…spits in Megumi’s mouth.
Yuuji’s fingers retract from his mouth, tipping Megumi’s mouth closed once more.
“Swallow,” Yuuji instructs.
Megumi considers Yuuji for a moment, realizing that this humiliation is surely a part of his punishment for making Yuuji abstain for so long, but he doesn’t argue. Not when it only makes his blood run hotter, full of desire and want.
So, he swallows audibly, showing Yuuji his tongue when he’s done.
“Still good for you?” Megumi asks.
“Perfect,” Yuuji replies. He hefts Megumi onto his shoulder, ignoring how the ease upon which he simply lifts Megumi and carries him knocks the breath out of his chest. “Now it’s your turn, baby.”
Yuuji walks the short distance to their bedroom, dumping Megumi unceremoniously onto the mattress, crawling over him with a devious grin that doesn’t soothe Megumi’s nerves any. If anything, it only incites the fire raging within him to rage with renewed intensity and vigor. He makes quick work of removing Megumi from all his offensive garments, not caring where the items land in his efforts to see Megumi’s body underneath as fast as possible.
And the way Yuuji looks at Megumi, eyes feral and hungry, like he’s his last meal. Like Megumi is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, his body something that he’s been yearning for, craving for. It makes the arousal in the base of Megumi’s burn hotter, his heart melting in his chest.
As horny as he is, Megumi will always appreciate how attentive Yuuji is. Always treating Megumi like he’s the only one who matters in his universe. Like this time apart has been brutal for him too despite all the teasing, or possibly, because of it.
“I missed you,” Yuuji breathes.
Megumi swallows, trying to shove his heart back in his chest where it belongs. He nods stiffly.
“I missed you, too,” Megumi tells him.
“I want to show you how much I missed you,” Yuuji replies, making Megumi’s breath hitch. “I will make this so perfect for you that you never decide to push me away again.”
Megumi opens his mouth, wanting to protest that wasn’t his intention entirely, but he doesn’t get a chance to speak when Yuuji’s lips meet his own. The words remain forgotten as he gets lost in Yuuji’s tongue moving against his, his hands moving downwards, leaving a blazing trail everywhere his hands touch. By the time Yuuji’s done kissing him, Megumi doesn’t even know what he wanted to say, can only focus on Yuuji’s lips kissing his neck. Baring his teeth to leave marks that mark Megumi as his, craning his neck to give him more access, sucking in a sharp breath when Yuuji’s already hard again cock brushes against his own dripping cock.
His fingers fist in Yuuji’s hair, wanting him closer, infinitely closer. No space between them, only them slotting together.
When Yuuji’s tongue finds Megumi’s nipple, so sensitive and touch-deprived, Megumi can’t help the guttural groan that falls from his lips as a result. His back arches into the touch, melting as Yuuji laves over his areola, his fingers teasing his other nipple in tandem, switching to give them equal attention.
“More,” Megumi begs. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
Yuuji licks his bottom lip, kissing down Megumi’s body, down to the softness of his stomach and dipping his tongue into his bellybutton. Leaving more marks as he goes, branding Megumi everywhere, until he reaches his navel. His eyes are dark, blown out with lust as he watches Megumi carefully, anticipation cloying between them both.
He levels Megumi a dark look, never breaking eye contact as he presses a kiss to the tip of Megumi’s cock, lapping it up with his tongue. Megumi gasps, bucking his hips into the touch, but Yuuji only smiles innocuously as he pulls away. Forcing Megumi’s hips down and back onto the mattress.
“Patience,” Yuuji tells him. “I told you I’d make this good for you.”
Yuuji opens up Megumi’s legs, showing him everything, and Megumi tries not to blush at having everything on display like that. It’s not the first time they’ve fucked, but it has been a while, and that voracious look in Yuuji’s eye doesn’t ease his embarrassment any.
Megumi is also slightly taken aback when he looks at Yuuji, in between his legs like that, taking him in. Really taking him in. Hair slicked back, sweat beading at his temple, eyes blown out. His body shaped like Adonis, sculpted muscles, each ridge is one that Megumi wants to sink his tongue into and appreciate. He’s hot, so hot, and Megumi distantly wonders how he managed to keep his hands off Yuuji all month when now he wants nothing more than to never stop touching him.
He really wants to make this good for Yuuji, too.
“Gonna take you apart and remind you what it’s like to be mine.”
Megumi definitely does not shudder at the promise of Yuuji’s words. He doesn’t.
Yuuji trails kisses down Megumi’s thighs, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises. Megumi’s thighs quiver, threatening to close around Yuuji’s head, but he only pries them apart once more.
Yuuji nuzzles Megumi’s thighs, sighing blissfully.
“I love your thighs,” Yuuji sighs. “I could suffocate myself in them and that would be the best way to go out.”
“Shut up,” Megumi grumbles. “Just…do something. Please.”
“So polite,” Yuuji replies. “I like it.”
His statement is punctuated with his lips wrapping around Megumi’s rim, an action so sudden that his eyes snap wide open and a shocked gasp falls from his lips. Yuuji’s hands find purchase on Megumi’s thighs, keeping them wide open so they don’t reflexively suffocate him but also because he likes to hold them, licking his rim in gratuitous circular motions. So wet as he spits audibly onto Megumi’s hole, making a mess out of him, which he spreads around with his tongue. Making every nerve end in Megumi’s body on end with each touch, his eyes rolling back as he brings Yuuji closer, close enough to feel his tongue breach his hole.
Yuuji pushes Megumi’s thighs back, essentially bending him in half as he tests his flexibility to the limits, as he eats out Megumi’s hole in earnest. Eating him out like he’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, his tongue reaching so deep that Megumi feels tears prick at his eyes from how overwhelmed he feels.
It all feels so good, so intense. His arousal building to insurmountable levels, so full of lust, he feels like he might melt under its intensity. Bites down harshly on his lip when Yuuji’s fingers start to fuck him along with his tongue, scissoring him open with his fingers, prodding until he finds the spot that makes Megumi’s eyes roll back and his toes curl.
And when Yuuji does find it, prodding against it with purpose, Megumi shocks himself when he comes over himself. Untouched. Coming so strongly, spurts of come hitting his chest and even his chin because of the weird angle he’s bent in. Comes for so long, Megumi feels like this high will never end, that he will be suspended in this state of euphoric bliss and oversensitivity forever.
He sags against the bed, boneless, chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath. His hair is plastered to his forehead, sweaty and gross. Megumi tries to ignore the owlish gaze Yuuji sets on him, setting Megumi’s hips back down onto the mattress.
“That’s a first,” Yuuji comments. “I thought you couldn’t come untouched.”
“I thought so, too,” Megumi replies breathlessly.
“Guess you were really pent up,” Yuuji muses. “I wonder whose fault is that?”
“This isn’t the time for I told you so,” Megumi grits out, glaring at Yuuji weakly. He opens his legs again, wrapping them around Yuuji’s waist, forcing him back into his gravity. “I thought you said you’d fuck me if I was good. Haven’t I been good enough?”
Yuuji brushes Megumi’s hair aside, exposing his forehead, considering him.
“I’m not sure, babe,” Yuuji replies. “It was pretty naughty of you to come without permission.”
“Are you seriously acting like a dom lord now?” Megumi cocks an eyebrow.
“No, but I do want to hear you beg for it,” Yuuji replies, nuzzling his nose against Megumi’s, his breath hot against his lips. “Beg me to fuck you and I will make it worth your while.”
Megumi groans, realizing that this is all part of Yuuji’s punishment for him for setting the No Nut November ultimatum in the first place. It’s not enough that he’s won their little challenge, no, he has to make Megumi regret it, elsewise, what’s the point in victory?
Victory is about gloating and bragging rights, naturally.
“Please,” Megumi bites out, shoving his pride out the window for the umpteenth time this day. “Fuck me.”
“Try harder,” Yuuji says.
Megumi tightens his legs around Yuuji’s waist, clamping down on him hard enough to force their cocks to touch, both hard and dripping. It’s as if he never came, already so hard, his first orgasm hardly doing anything to satiate the desperation for Yuuji’s touch that he’s been brewing for a whole month now.
“Please fuck me,” Megumi tries again. “I know you want to. I’ll be…so warm and tight for you.”
Dirty talk always makes Megumi want to jump off a fucking cliff, but it’s Yuuji’s lifeblood, so this is him trying to appeal to that depraved side of him. It works, too, despite his stiff awkwardness. Yuuji groans into his lips, nodding as he shifts, grabbing the lube from underneath the pillow. He cracks it open with a flick of his finger, lathering his fingers with the viscous substance.
He smiles at Megumi as he disentangles his legs from around his waist to give himself enough leeway to stretch him out for what’s about to ensue.
“I guess you do know how to get what you want as well,” Yuuji muses.
“Learned from the best,” Megumi drawls.
Megumi lets his eyes fall closed when Yuuji’s fingers find his hole once more, making quick work of stretching him out. He’s already a bit loose from when he rimmed him, but not by a lot, and Yuuji is too big that they couldn’t risk skipping out on the prep. He’s also stupidly good with his fingers, Megumi melting as he feels Yuuji curl his fingers inside, hitting his prostate with each thrust.
Three fingers make him feel so full after so much time without, walls clamping down on Yuuji’s fingers, eliciting a groan from Yuuji’s lips.
“Fuck, you really are so tight,” Yuuji says, brushing his own hair back. He hisses as he applies lube generously to his cock, making it very wet. “I don’t know if I’ll fit, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”
Megumi wants to say that’s debatable at best, but he doesn’t get a chance to say as much, because Yuuji is already changing their positions. Propping Megumi on his lap, eyes widening at the implication of their position. He shakes his head, but Yuuji has already situated himself on the bed, hands resting on Megumi’s hips. His thumbs rub soothing circles on Megumi’s skin that are probably meant to comfort but only send more jolts of arousal down his spine.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Yuuji tells him.
Megumi doesn’t like riding. It makes his thighs ache like he’s doing squats at the gym and Yuuji takes forever to come, so he always ends up getting oversensitive and crying.
It’s one of Yuuji’s favorite positions, second only to him bending Megumi over a hard surface when he’s wearing something vaguely slutty.
“I can’t,” Megumi says. “I already came once. My thighs will give out.”
“You’re such a pillow princess.” Yuuji’s hands travel up the length of Megumi’s thighs, making him shiver. “Come on, Megumi. Didn’t you say that I could do whatever I wanted with your body if you lost?”
Megumi curses under his breath.
“I did say that.”
“You did.” Yuuji nods. “So, get to it.”
Fuck, Yuuji is such a menace.
Megumi nods once, shifting to line up Yuuji’s cock with his own hole, hissing as he slowly sinks down on it. Yuuji is so big, filling him up to the brim. This is how he wanted to be filled up for so long, fucked full with Yuuji’s cock until he doesn’t have to think anymore, everything else fading to the background.
When Megumi finally bottoms out, he feels his thighs quiver from the stretch. He waits, trying to give his body the time to acclimate, but he already feels Yuuji’s hands tightening around his waist. So, he moves slowly, rocking onto Yuuji’s cock with purpose. It’s hard, though, his thighs are quivering and his eyes are pricking with tears. He wants to whine, but he holds the words at bay by clamping down hard on his bottom lip, face burning hot with humiliation as he tries to create a shaky rhythm atop Yuuji’s cock.
The lazy look Yuuji gives him, tongue flicking over his bottom lip, makes Megumi’s mortification fester and spread. He tries to move faster, dropping down on Yuuji’s cock, but he can’t seem to coordinate his movements at all when his head is so cloudy with want and desire.
The sounds echoing in the room, of skin slapping together and the small whimpers falling from Megumi’s lips, makes Megumi’s blood burn hotter. His whole body turning red with embarrassment, hating how whiny and needy he is right now. But he wants Yuuji to take over, to take the reins and pamper him like he always does.
So what if he’s a pillow princess? Is that so bad?
“You’re slow,” Yuuji laughs, voice a bit winded. He looks up at Megumi, who now has a few extra centimeters on him due to their position, smiling amicably. “Do you want me to help you, princess?”
The word goes straight to Megumi’s cock, making him leak and moan in want. He nods eagerly, eyes falling closed, a single tear drop falling down his cheek.
“Please.”
“Good boy.”
His eyes widen when he feels Yuuji’s feet take purchase on the bed, anchoring himself as he fucks into Megumi with the vigor of a seasoned athlete. Megumi’s eyes widen at the sudden onslaught, his body being used as a fuck toy, tears falling down his eyes freely from the intensity of everything he’s feeling.
Yuuji has absolutely ruined him, made him completely dependent on his touch for pleasure, and he loves it.
It's so good, Megumi can’t even compute it. Each thrust hits his prostate, dead on, Yuuji’s bruising grip on him only setting him further on edge. Yuuji grins, something feral, as he takes Megumi’s chin with his fingers.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Yuuji prompts. “I thought you wanted me to help you?”
Megumi nods thoughtlessly, leaning in to kiss Yuuji breathlessly, teeth clashing against his. It’s a messy kiss, so wet, but it’s also desperate and feral. It’s like neither of them can get enough of the other, that they need more, want to take everything they have to offer.
And Megumi wants to give it all up to Yuuji, give him everything he has.
“Want to be good for you,” Megumi whispers against Yuuji’s lips.
“You’re perfect,” Yuuji reassures. “The prettiest, the brattiest, and the sexiest. I am honored to have you like this.”
Megumi nods, the praise going straight to his heart, making his whole body thrum with contentedness. His cock also responds to the praise because he is nothing if not a closeted praise whore. He slacks against Yuuji’s chest, losing all the strength left in his thighs, wanting nothing more than to hold Yuuji close. Hums, pleased, when Yuuji’s arms wrap around him in like.
“Let me take care of you, baby.”
Yuuji then switches their positions so that Megumi is back on the bed, sliding his legs over his shoulders as he fucks into him with renewed vigor. Megumi doesn’t do anything but take it, enjoying the bliss of finally being filled up by Yuuji, being spoiled and pampered by him as he fucks Megumi just the way he likes it. Sweet words whispered into his ears, a litany of kisses being pressed into his skin.
He feels loved and desired. Wanted. It’s a feeling he’d missed.
Like that, it’s only a matter of time before Megumi finds himself feeling on the brink of another orgasm. The cloying heat in the base of his stomach starting to boil over, his cock leaking, his whole body tingling with sensitivity. He reaches downwards, wanting to wrap a hand over his cock, but Yuuji bats his hand away. He almost cries, thinking Yuuji is going to take him to the edge of climax once again only to steal it once more, but Yuuji kisses him sweetly. Taking his worries away when he wraps his hand around Megumi’s cock, making him hiss because he's finally being touched where he needs Yuuji the most.
“Let me do it,” Yuuji tells him. He moves his hand up and down Megumi’s cock in tandem with his thrusts, a bit sloppy as Yuuji himself seems close to his own climax. “Come for me, Megumi.”
Megumi nods, breathless, as he tightens around Yuuji’s cock inside him, feeling his whole body spasm as he comes. This orgasm is all-encompassing, so much more satisfying than the first one, mind-numbing in how pleasurable it feels. A euphoric high unlike anything he’s felt before, rivaled only by the first time he fell into bed with Yuuji, when their feelings and desire for each other reached a breaking point and they had no outlet for it except to fuck it out explosively.
Yuuji fucks Megumi through his high, Megumi feeling oversensitive, but doesn’t push Yuuji away. Doesn’t think he would have the energy for it even if he wanted to. Lets Yuuji use him as he fucks him through the oversensitivity, sloppily thrusting into him as Megumi clenches around him despite himself, until he comes inside. Spurts of come filling up his hole, warm and drips out of his hole as soon as Yuuji pulls out, making a whole mess out of him.
God, Megumi feels disgusting in the best possible way right now.
Yuuji collapses next to Megumi on the bed, breathless, both of their chests heaving as they try to find air to breathe in a room that reeks of sweat and sex.
“That was something,” Yuuji eventually says, breaking the silence. “Damn.”
“I know,” Megumi replies, voice raspier than he’d like. “I feel dead.”
“Guess there’s some merit to No Nut November if the sex is gonna be that good afterwards,” Yuuji muses, laughing mirthfully under his breath. “Would you wanna try it again?”
“No,” Megumi replies bluntly. He turns his head with difficulty to glare at Yuuji who looks nowhere near as dead as Megumi currently feels, stupid jock stamina things. “You cheated all month, asshole.”
“Didn’t cheat, only teased,” Yuuji clarifies. “You were just horny.”
“I don’t know how you weren’t,” Megumi scoffs, feeling a bit wounded. “It was unfair.”
“Oh, I was. I suffered,” Yuuji corrects, sighing painfully. “I thought my dick was gonna fall off from the blue balls, so I had to force you to lose.”
Megumi punches Yuuji weakly in the arm which only elicits a round of raucous laughter from Yuuji like the literal and metaphorical pain in the ass he is. A stretch of silence lingers between them, a break Megumi needs to let himself find some clarity after subspace, the fog in his head starting to clear as he starts to find his words again and his thoughts start to connect once more.
“Technically, Itadori…” Megumi starts, pausing purposefully to build up the anticipation. “You’re the one who lost because you came first.”
Yuuji is silent for a few moments, probably processing when he sits upright with wide eyes.
“You’re the one who asked for it,” Yuuji argues. “You begged for it.”
“I don’t recall that being the breaking term for our agreement,” Megumi drawls, smirking. This is a bald-faced lie, because it was actually in their terms, but he's banking on Yuuji being too fucked out to remember. “Face it, Itadori, you lost.”
“Motherfucker,” Yuuji curses.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Megumi shrugs. “Guess this is my first win against you.”
“Fuck you,” Yuuji whines, placing his face in his hands. “And you say I’m the unfair one.”
Perhaps, Megumi really is the unfair one, cheating like this. Yuuji deserves it, though, for being an ass all month. He will make him think he lost, because victory is what had mattered the most to him, maybe even more than the explosive sex itself.
Megumi laughs despite himself, finding some pleasure in winning for once, even if his whole body is aching for it. It’s a good ache, though.
Honestly, even if he’d lost, Megumi accepts his loss without complaint. Loss had never felt so good.
Yuuji tosses his arm around Megumi’s middle, nuzzling into his body, bringing him close. Megumi closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, Yuuji’s body always so hot like a furnace even in the cold of winter. One of his favorite things about Yuuji.
“Can we have another round?” Yuuji whispers. “I’m already hard again.”
Megumi groans, feeling his soul leave his body already. Oh, Lord, please have mercy upon him.
December 1st
At some vague point after midnight, Yuuji finally passes out. Which means they’d been fucking continuously with only one or two breaks in between from 4PM when Megumi came home from his shift until after midnight. Yuuji, rather than regulating his stamina over the course of a month, only built it up. So much pent-up tension that he had to let it out like he was a bitch in heat and Megumi is the only warm body near him to take it out on.
Yuuji had fucked Megumi in every position, on every surface in their house, using various methods that made his head spin. After the third or fourth time, Megumi isn’t sure he was entirely on the same plane of existence as Yuuji, feeling like his soul had left his body at some point.
Now, Yuuji is sleeping soundly, snoring even, without a single care in the world. Megumi, on the other hand, feels like death. So tired – bone-deep exhaustion from coming until he had nothing left to expend and every muscle in his body aching from being bent in every single conceivable angle – he can’t even sleep.
Yuuji had asked him earlier if he would ever care to do No Nut November again. After a whole month of suffering, ending with Yuuji becoming even worse of a sex fiend than he was before the month started to mitigate the problem, Megumi thinks the resounding answer to that question would be No.
But Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. Yuuji doesn’t have to know that, however.