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Megumi wasn’t entirely sure how he got here.
That is to say, how he got to be just barely inside the doorway to his room, back against the wall, with his senpai pressed flush against him.
They’d been training together — he knew that much. They’d gotten drinks from the vending machines… Had walked back to the dorms together…
Then maybe the reason why the rest was a blur was that Megumi had spent most of that time staring at, and for all he knew, drooling over, Toge’s god damned mouth. What was it about his mouth? Megumi found it so alluring every time he got a peek at it, every time Toge pulled down his scarf or unzipped his collar. He would trace it with his eyes, starting at the cursed speech seals and scanning across his plump lips, his sharp-looking teeth, and, finally, the seal on his tongue. He didn’t know why he was so entranced by it all, but he usually caught himself gawking before it became obvious.
Or so he'd thought.
He shuddered as Toge blinked up at him, just inches away from his face. Sure enough, Megumi’s gaze trailed down to his lips, and that seemed to be all the invitation Toge needed to press those lips to Megumi’s. It was tender enough at first, but then he started flicking his tongue against him with pointed fierceness. Megumi obliged so easily that, were he in his right mind, he would’ve been mortified. But, perhaps mercifully, his thoughts were beginning to cloud, and he could do nothing but close his eyes and clench his fists desperately in Toge’s shirt. It was like he could feel the seal on his lips, feel it sear into him when their tongues pressed together, feel the compulsion of cursed speech just from the pressure of Toge’s mouth on his.
It was addicting.
Suddenly, Toge pulled back and looked at him, and Megumi realized with horror that he must’ve made some kind of noise.
“Takana?”
“N-no, I’m fine, I just…” He licked his lips. They were hot. All of him was hot. “… I like it,” he blurted out stupidly. This earned a small, satisfied smirk from Toge, who took no time descending on his mouth again. They worked their way to the bed and Toge tossed the scarf he’d been wearing aside, then pushed Megumi down, straddling him. Megumi, a little dazed, rested his hands on Toge’s hips and tilted his head back to let him nip at his ear. The feeling of his senpai’s mouth on his skin was… Amazing. Beyond amazing, actually. He felt lightheaded. He heard what must’ve been the sound of a zipper, but he couldn’t properly register it through his daze until Toge stood up and was stripping off his pants.
“Wh—“ Megumi stammered as Toge settled back in his lap, now in just his t-shirt and briefs. Toge looked at him with those big eyes of his, warm lavender piercing into him as if he didn’t know why he was surprised. He let himself be pushed further back onto the bed, knowing full well how red his face must be but pathetically unable to do a damn thing about it. Toge went for Megumi’s zipper next, swiftly yanking it down and pulling his dick into his firm, delicate hands. Megumi inhaled harshly, his breath clinging chokingly to his throat.
Toge took pause to look around, a question written clearly in his arched brow. “Tsuna mayo?”
“Oh, no, I don’t, uh…” Megumi felt an intolerable heat instantly prickle up the back of his neck. He didn’t know why he was even embarrassed; anyone who knew him could probably tell that he never got off. He’s sure his body would thank him immensely if he did, judging by how much tension he shouldered literally all the time, but hell, he was always so… Preoccupied, he guessed.
So maybe that’s why, when Toge brought a hand to his lips and started licking sloppy stripes up his palm, Megumi became acutely afraid that he might come just from watching him. Once his hand was thoroughly lubed, Toge wrapped it back around Megumi’s already very hard cock and began pumping it measuredly up and down. Megumi groaned hoarsely, barely recognizing his own voice. His thumb was digging into the skin just above Toge’s waistband, and the other hand had come up to fist in his hair right where it shortened at the nape of his neck. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he felt himself tipping over the edge. He was about to say something when Toge suddenly stopped stroking him and — oh, god — replaced his hand with… His mouth. Megumi hissed through his teeth, willing himself to ride it out for as long as he could, but it was so good, so all-encompassingly good that he couldn’t think straight, and he soon came hard onto Toge’s tongue. He watched through heavy lashes, his vision a blissed-out blur, as Toge swallowed and licked the remainder from his lips. It was easily the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and, frankly, he’d be fine if it was the only thing he looked at for the rest of his life.
While Megumi was processing that, Toge was deftly working his underwear off. He straddled Megumi again, his legs spread wider this time, and licked his hand once more. He arched his back, then reached behind him to slowly slide a spit-slick finger inside himself. Megumi watched, mouth agape, his head completely devoid of thoughts — of anything, actually. One might wonder if there was a brain in there at all at the moment.
“You,” he managed finally, his throat impossibly dry, “you want to…?”
Toge’s eyes flickered down to meet his, and Megumi’s breath caught in his throat. Toge raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question.
“Okay,” Megumi breathed, still recovering from his orgasm. “Y-yeah.”
Toge watched him for a moment more, maybe to make sure that he didn’t change his mind, before leaning back into his hand. He was so… Unabashed about this. His shaggy hair fell lazily across his forehead, just barely brushing against his delicate lashes. As he worked, a ruddy flush began blooming along his cheeks and the thick column of his neck. Megumi knew that, objectively, his senpai was… Pretty. But it was so different seeing him like this — seeing every detail laid out in front of him.
Above all, however, Megumi found his gaze affixed — unsurprisingly — to Toge’s lips. The lips that he seldom got to see. The lips that had been on his for the first time just a few minutes ago, and that he wasn’t entirely sure he could live without anymore. The lips that had just been around his dick.
He leaned forward and kissed him before he even knew what he was doing. It was feral and wet and uninhibited, and Toge let himself melt into it. The hand at his ass started to slow as he became distracted. Megumi seemed to come back to himself a little, pulling back just slightly. “Let me, uh,” he mumbled into Toge’s mouth, his voice coming out more gravelly than he’d intended, “help you.” He raised two fingers to his lips, ready to coat them in saliva, but Toge beat him to it. Megumi swallowed thickly — if there still had been a brain in that head of his, it instantly went up in smoke — as he watched Toge wrap his lips around his fingers. He glided his tongue up and down, swirling and sliding with such deliberate movements that Megumi vaguely understood that he was being toyed with.
Luckily for him, Toge was kind enough to not linger too long, because Megumi realized just as his lips popped off of his fingers that he hadn’t been breathing. He inhaled jaggedly and snaked his arm around Toge’s body, ghosting along his hip before coming to meet the hand already at his entrance. Toge pulled it back to instead stretch himself open for Megumi, who was embarrassed to feel a shudder run up his own body at the invitation. He cupped Toge’s ass with his palm and worked a finger in.
Toge’s head lulled to the side as he let out a whispered moan, feeling Megumi’s long finger reach further than he ever could. Megumi reveled in the slick heat, his heart pounding through his ears. He added another finger and curled them slowly until he hit a spot that made Toge jolt with a harsh gasp. That was all Megumi needed to speed up, pumping and curling his fingers with new vigor until Toge suddenly stayed his hand.
Megumi blinked in mild alarm, but Toge was already lifting off of him. When he looked at Megumi, his eyes were calm, but they had an intense kind of sheen to them that made the smoky violet around his pupils seem to flare. He effortlessly flipped their positions, slipping under Megumi and firmly pushing the latter’s arm beside his head. Megumi barely had time to process what had happened; despite having sparred with Toge and seen him in action, he routinely forgot just how much his petite stature belied his strength.
“Senpai,” Megumi said, somewhat breathless. His eyes roved over Toge’s body in a way that was distinctly hungry. Toge licked his lips and cocked his head slightly. Frankly, his asshole was begging for more attention, but he was rather enjoying the sight of Megumi ogling him. He guessed he could let him take his time.
Megumi’s mind was a haze, all dense fog sloshing around languidly in his skull in thick, salacious pleasure. In sharp contrast, his body suddenly felt electric — as if every little touch was amplified tenfold. Cursed energy had nothing on the lust-doused adrenaline that was currently surging unchecked through his veins. He ran a hand along Toge’s chest and bit his lip as he felt his nipples, erect and needy, through his shirt. He slid down his torso to press a thumb into the notch of his hip bone, the remaining slickness of his fingers sticking slightly to the skin. He let his eyes take in Toge’s cock, swollen and flat against his stomach. His gaze finally lowered to Toge’s entrance, which visibly twitched, and Megumi felt insane. He inhaled harshly through his nose and looked up to see Toge, lips pink and barely parted, eyes half-lidded, skin thoroughly flushed, and a devious smugness settled into every inch of his face.
Something inside of Megumi snapped. Or, maybe “exploded” was more the word.
He grabbed Toge’s thigh and hiked his leg up over his shoulder in one swooping motion. Toge happily obliged by pushing his hips back into the bed so that he could spread himself out even more, and Megumi didn’t even register that he moaned out loud at the way Toge’s hole gaped in front of him. He spit crassly into his hands, slathered them around his dick, then lined himself up and pushed in as gently as his ravenous body could manage. They both let out shuddering sighs as he worked in deeper, holding himself to a slow rhythm for as long as he could before succumbing to ecstasy and thrusting fully in. It felt so good that it was dizzying.
Toge threw his head back into the sheets, his neck glistening with sweat. Megumi descended on it like a vulture, latching onto it with slick, sharp kisses that quickly turned into bites along his pronounced collarbone. His hand found its way back to Toge’s shirt, which he unceremoniously shoved up so that his mouth could work down to his chest. Toge hummed so deeply that Megumi felt it on his own tongue. Toge reached up in kind and tugged on Megumi’s sweatshirt, and the latter began fumbling somewhat desperately to strip it off. As he stretched his torso to pull it over his head, his hips shifted in a way that must’ve been just right, because Toge let out a long, wanton moan that went straight to Megumi’s groin. He whipped the sweatshirt off, quite nearly dislocating his shoulder in the process, and focused everything he had on hitting that same spot over and over again. As many times as possible to hear Toge make that sound — to hear it bubble up over those enchanting lips of his. He could swear that cursed speech had ahold of him right now, and the thought of that alone had him entirely bewitched.
Between Toge’s moans and the feeling of their bare chests pressed together, smeared with sweat, muscles frantically straining against one another’s, it was only a matter of time. Toge saw Megumi’s jaw clench and he pulled him down for a kiss. He pressed his tongue flat against Megumi’s, as if to brand him with the seal imprinted on it, and it was the final straw for Megumi to let out a euphoric moan and spill out inside him. Toge soon followed suit, wrapping a shaky hand around his cock as he spluttered wildly onto his chest. They laid there panting raggedly for a few moments in the otherwise silence. Eventually, Megumi rolled off of Toge and leaned back on his elbows, his eyes still closed, and Toge enjoyed just watching the rise and fall of his glossy chest.
“S… Sorry,” Megumi breathed, his voice raspy. He turned to face Toge, his normally clear blue eyes blown out and glazy. Toge took a moment to appreciate just how good he looked so completely disheveled. Megumi continued, looking away again. “I didn’t mean to… Uh…”
After a moment of contemplation, it clicked in Toge’s mind what he meant, and his eyes glinted devilishly. He leaned forward to get Megumi’s attention, and once he’d met his gaze again, Toge reached down — slowly and deliberately, so that Megumi’s eyes could follow his every movement — smeared a finger over his dripping hole, brought it to his lips, and lapped it up with one long swipe of his tongue. He watched mirthfully as Megumi’s mouth fell open and his face deepened to a ripe pink. Apparently working through some kind of crisis and struggling to regain his senses, Megumi closed his mouth, swallowed (which he was sure echoed through the room, by the way), clenched his teeth, opened his mouth again, then buried his face in his hands with a hissing, resigned sigh. Self-satisfied and utterly unfazed, Toge took his shirt off and cleaned himself up with it. He got up and retrieved his phone from the floor, then had the audacity to flop back onto the bed stomach-down and lie there, completely naked, nonchalantly tapping out a message with one hand and holding out the used shirt with the other. Megumi shot him an incredulous look before taking the shirt.
“Senpai, you’re… Unbelievable,” he finally said. Toge hummed and turned his phone screen toward him:
i’m gonna buy u some lube. preferably flavored since u seem to enjoy my mouth so much.