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"Yuji, stop." Megumi sighed and pushed his husband away for what felt like the hundredth time, pretending he didn't notice the dirty look one of the store clerks shot at him.
They were Christmas shopping at a mall near their house, trying to knock out the last of their gifts for friends and family. So far, they’d only managed a Sephora gift card and a professional hair steamer for Nobara, which had taken way longer than necessary. Mostly because Megumi couldn’t browse for more than three seconds without Yuji glued to his side, tugging at his sleeve, trying to sneak a kiss, or grabbing at his waist.
Now, Megumi wasn't entirely against PDA. He didn't necessarily like it, but he tolerated it for Yuji's sake. Because Yuji has always been a naturally touchy person, so even if Megumi disliked the clinginess, somewhere along the way he learned to accept it. When they were teenagers, the random kisses and hand-holding were cute. Yuji could cling to Megumi’s arm in public and no one would look at them twice. They’d just look like another disgustingly in love high school couple.
Back then, Megumi never had to think about how they looked from the outside. Now he was painfully aware of every judging glance, of every raised brow, every whispered comment coming from strangers who had no idea what they were talking about.
Because although both of them were both in their thirties, Yuji looked like he was barely eighteen. And Megumi, well… Megumi looked his age. Thirty-three years old.
And it wasn't because Yuji had abnormally good genetics that just made him look younger. It was because ever since he had eaten the Death Paintings and became half curse, his body had physically stopped aging. Which meant he was stuck looking sixteen years old forever.
"Stop pushing me away, I'm cold." Yuji pouted, moving closer again, trying to burrow into the warm folds of Megumi's winter coat. Megumi groaned and sidestepped him once more.
"Then you should've worn a heavier jacket," Megumi said, adjusting the collar of his own coat as he led them toward the escalator.
"I did! But it's still cold," Yuji insisted, his teeth chattering slightly. "And I want a kiss."
"You can have one at home. You know I'm not going to give you a kiss here," Megumi replied, refusing to look at him. He knew if he looked at Yuji’s pouty face, he’d be tempted to give in. And he couldn't give in. Not here.
"Why not?" Yuji pressed, his voice dropping to a low whine. "It's not like we're doing anything wrong. We're surrounded by couples."
"Couples who look the same age," Megumi grumbled, stepping off of the escalator as it groaned softly under his feet.
Behind him, Yuji made a small noise, something between a whine and a sigh, and hurried to catch up. "So what if I look young?" he asked, his voice slightly offended. "I'm thirty-three."
“You do not look thirty-three,” Megumi muttered, brushing past him like that settled it. “You don’t even look twenty-three. People are going to look at us and think you're a fresh out of high school teenager trying to be cute with his sugar daddy. The fact we're shopping right now doesn't help our case."
Yuji rolled his eyes. “You’re being so extra. No one thinks that.” He reached out toward Megumi's arm, but Megumi quickly swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch me," he warned.
Yuji’s face fell, and his mouth tugged downwards as his eyes dipped toward the store floor like he’d been scolded. Megumi hated that look. He hated being the one to put it there.
They should meet somewhere in the middle. He knew that. This whole thing had been rough on both of them, but Megumi knows, deep down, it was rougher on Yuji. He was the one who was trapped, stuck in a body that didn't match the man he was. Megumi got to grow up. He got to grow into his features, get lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, grow stubble he had to shave every morning. Yuji didn't get any of that.
And now, it felt like Megumi was punishing Yuji for it–for something that was completely outside of his control.
Megumi looked back at him, letting out a sigh. His expression softened. He couldn't stay firm with Yuji, not when this wasn't even his fault.
"Come here," he said, his tone a little softer as he opened one side of his coat. Making his husband happy was worth a few weird looks from strangers he would never see again in his life.
Yuji's eyes brightened, and a small smile played on his lips as he practically dove into Megumi’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist under the coat. He pressed himself close, sighing contentedly as Megumi’s warmth enveloped him. Megumi's arm came around Yuji's shoulders, tugging him closer, his hand coming to rest on the back of Yuji's neck.
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By the time they finished shopping and finally made it home, Megumi barely had time to kick off his shoes before Yuji was on him. His husband was a bundle of pent-up energy, desperate for the affection he'd been denied all day. Yuji's arms wrapped around Megumi's waist, pulling him into a tight embrace as he buried his face in the crook of Megumi's neck.
"Finally," Yuji breathed against Megumi's skin as his hands roamed across Megumi's back. "Now you can't complain."
Megumi let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through his chest and tilted his head, allowing Yuji better access to his neck. One of his hands came up to thread through Yuji's soft hair.
“You ignored me all day,” Yuji mumbled,his voice muffled against Megumi’s skin. “I thought I was gonna die.” He nipped at Megumi’s jaw, a playful bite that sent a shiver down Megumi’s spine.
“I was trying not to get arrested,” Megumi replied, his own hands wandering down Yuji's back, settling on his waist and pulling him closer.
Yuji looked up at him through his lashes, his breath warm on Megumi’s throat. “Well we’re home now,” he said quietly, almost like a challenge. “No one’s looking.”
The look Yuji gave him, his lidded eyes and slight part of his lips, snapped something inside of Megumi.The careful restraint he’d been clinging to all afternoon, it was all gone in an instant as his hand moved on its own, sliding up to Yuji’s jaw.
Megumi pulled him in, closing the distance in a forceful, hungry kiss that stole Yuji's breath in one sharp gasp. Yuji melted immediately, his knees softening, his fingers gripping Megumi like he needed something to hold on to. Megumi's other hand moved to cup the back of Yuji's head, tangling in the soft strands of his hair, while his thumb traced the sharp line of Yuji's jaw. It felt like an urge was satisfied as their tongues met, a soft moan escaping his pink-haired husband's lips.
Yuji's moan turned to a whimper when Megumi licked into his mouth deeper and the sound went straight to Megumi's gut, hot and low. He crowded forward without thinking, walking Yuji backward until his back hit the entryway wall with a soft thud.
Yuji broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, "Should we go to the—"
“No,” Megumi growled rough against Yuji’s lips. He dragged his mouth down the column of Yuji’s throat instead, his teeth scraping over that spot which always made Yuji’s hips jerk.
Yuji laughed, shaky and breathless, but it dissolved into another moan when Megumi's hand slipped under the hem of his sweater, palm sliding over warm skin like he was starving for it. It turned into a curse when Megumi's fingers found a nipple and pinched, hard enough to make Yuji's whole body jolt against the wall.
“Fuck—Megumi—” Yuji's hands had fisted in the front of Megumi's shirt, twisting the fabric. "Ah—" Megumi rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, delighting in the way Yuji's back arched off the wall, pushing his chest into Megumi's touch.
"Missed you," Megumi mumbled against Yuji's collarbone, sucking a dark mark into the skin there. He didn't care about leaving hickeys where they'd be hidden. He wanted to see them later, a reminder of this. He wanted Yuji to feel them tomorrow. "I hated not touching you." He lifted his head to look at Yuji, his eyes dark with want. "You have no idea."
“Then make up for it,” Yuji challenged, his pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He wrapped one leg around Megumi’s hip, pulling him closer, the friction making them both groan. He was already hard, Megumi could feel it even through their jeans. It made his own dick throb in response. “Show me how much you missed me.”
Megumi answered with a growl, pulling Yuji’s other leg up around his waist. Yuji yelped, tightening his grip on Megumi’s shoulders as he was suddenly lifted, held up only by Megumi’s strength and the wall behind him. Megumi’s hands moved down to grip Yuji’s ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle through his jeans. This new angle was perfect, their bodies slotted together perfectly.
“You’re so strong,” Yuji breathed, nipping at Megumi’s earlobe. Megumi grunted in response, rolling his hips, grinding against him. The pressure was delicious, but not enough. Not nearly enough. He needed more. He needed to see all of Yuji, to taste every inch of him.
He walked them towards the living room, not bothering to put Yuji down. Their bedroom was too far away, and he didn’t have the patience. He needed Yuji now. The living room would have to do.
Yuji laughed in surprise as Megumi carried him, his grip on Megumi’s shoulders tightening. “Careful, I’m heavy.”
“You’re not,” Megumi grunted, kicking a discarded blanket out of the way with his foot. He lowered Yuji onto the couch, settling over him, caging him in with his body. He looked down at Yuji, at the way his husband’s chest heaved, at the dark blush spreading across his cheeks, at the desire shining in his eyes. He looked wrecked, and they had barely even started.
Megumi leaned down, catching Yuji’s lips in another searing kiss. It was slower this time, deeper, more deliberate. He took his time, exploring every inch of Yuji’s mouth, savoring the taste of him. His hands reached for the hem of Yuji's sweater, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head in one smooth motion. He tossed it aside, not caring where it landed, before returning his attention to Yuji's pants.
With one hand lifting both of Yuji’s legs up, Megumi hooked his fingers into the waistband of Yuji’s jeans and dragged them down in a single, impatient yank. The denim caught on Yuji’s ankles for a second before Megumi kicked them aside; they landed somewhere near the Christmas tree with a soft thud. His boxers came next, another swift, efficient motion.
Yuji watched him, propped up on his elbows, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, flushed a deep red. He was beautiful like this, spread out on their couch, a canvas of smooth tanned skin and toned muscle, completely bare for Megumi. A sight reserved for Megumi’s eyes only. A privilege Megumi never took for granted.
“Look at you,” Megumi murmured, his voice low and rough. He ran a hand down Yuji’s chest, over the ridges of his abs, tracing the thin trail of hair that led down to his cock. His fingers brushed against the wet tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum there. He brought it to his lips, tasting him. Salt and something uniquely Yuji. Megumi couldn't get enough of it. “So beautiful, Yuji. All for me.”
“Y-yeah,” Yuji breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily upwards.. “All for you, Megumi. Only for you.”
Megumi hummed his approval at the answer and leaned in, pressing a wet open-mouthed kiss to Yuji's inner thigh. His mouth trailed higher, deliberately slow, lips dragging over the crease where thigh met hip. Yuji’s breath stuttered, thighs falling open wider without being asked, like his body already knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. He was always so responsive, so eager. It made Megumi’s head spin.
“Megumi, please,” Yuji whimpered, reaching down to tangle a hand in Megumi’s hair, tugging gently. “Please, I want—”
Megumi didn’t answer him with words. He just took Yuji into his mouth in one slow, steady slide, lips stretching around the thick heat of Yuuji's cock until his nose brushed the soft pink hair at the base. Yuji’s hips jerked hard; Megumi pinned them down with a forearm across his pelvis and pulled back just as slowly as he’d gone down, tongue pressing flat against the underside.
Yuji’s head thrashed against the couch cushion, a string of curses spilling out of his mouth. His fingers found Megumi’s hair again, not guiding or pushing, just holding on like it was was what kept him grounded.
He pulled off slowly, deliberately, letting Yuji’s cock slip from his mouth with a filthy, wet pop. A thin strand of spit still tethered his bottom lip to the flushed, glistening tip. He could hear Yuji whine in protest, but he ignored it, wanting to draw this out. One hand wrapped loosely around the base of Yuji’s cock, keeping him still. The head was flushed dark, a fat bead of pre-cum already welling at the slit. Megumi swiped at it with his thumb, spreading the slickness over the crown.
“Megumi,” Yuji grunted, half complaint, half plea. “Please don’t tease. Not now.” He tried to thrust up, but Megumi’s arm held him firm.
Taking pity on his husband, Megumi sealed his lips around the head of Yuji's cock and sucked. Yuji’s back arched clear off the couch, fingers tightening in Megumi’s hair hard enough to sting.
The black haired man hummed, the vibration shooting straight up Yuji’s spine. He took him in again, deeper this time, bobbing his head at a languid pace that had Yuji’s thighs trembling. One of Megumi’s hands came up to cup Yuji’s balls, rolling them in his palm, feeling the heavy weight of them. He knew Yuji was close, could tell by the way his breath hitched, by the desperate little sounds he was making.
“I-I’m—” Yuji moaned out, his hips starting to twitch.
He pulled off with a slow, wet drag of lips, letting Yuji’s cock slap against his stomach. “Not yet,” Megumi said, his voice low and raspy.
Yuji’s entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. A choked sob escaped his throat, and tears welled in the corners of his eyes, his gaze dropping to Megumi, his pupils blown wide, betrayal written all over his face.
Megumi sat up on the couch, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He could feel his own arousal pressing against the confines of his jeans, but he focused more on the man laid out before him, on making him fall apart.
“Turn over,” Megumi said in a hoarse voice.
Yuji blinked, his mind still trying to catch up to what the command had been. He stared up at Megumi dazedly. “W-what?”
Megumi didn’t repeat himself. He just grabbed Yuji’s hips and flipped him like he weighed nothing, manhandling him onto his stomach. Yuji let out a startled yelp that turned into a muffled groan when Megumi hauled his hips up, folding him forward until his chest was pressed to the couch cushion and his ass was high in the air, knees spread wide.
If there was one advantage to having a husband permanently stuck at a young age, it was Yuji’s ridiculous flexibility. Megumi had already started feeling the backaches and little twinges of being thirty, but Yuji? He could still bend in half without even trying. Which Megumi took full advantage of.
“Megumi, what the—”
The question was cut off by a sharp gasp as Megumi spread him open with his thumbs, exposing Yuji's tight hole.
Megumi leaned in, giving Yuji no warning at all before he licked a long, slow stripe over his entrance. Yuji’s whole body jolted as if he’d been shocked, a choked-off cry escaping his lips. His hands fisted in the couch cushion, knuckles going white.
Megumi did it again, this time swirling the tip of his tongue around the puckered flesh before pressing inside, just barely. He felt Yuji clench around him, a violent, involuntary shudder running through his entire frame. He was so warm, so tight, even just against the tip of his tongue. Megumi’s own cock throbbed in response, a dull ache that made him grind his erection against the couch, seeking any kind of friction. But this wasn't about him. Not yet.
By now, Megumi could see Yuji's erection dripping onto the couch cushion, the fabric of their couch growing damp beneath him. He'd find a way to clean it later, it was the last thing on his mind. For now, he focused on the way Yuji’s body trembled, on the little sounds he was making, on the taste of him.
He pushed in deeper, his tongue breaching further into the tight ring of muscle. Yuji cried out, his back arching beautifully. Megumi held him steady, his grip on Yuji’s hips tightening to keep him in place as he fucked him with his tongue. He set a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing in and then pulling back, only to push back in again, deeper this time.
Eventually, Yuji started rocking back onto Megumi's tongue as he chased the pleasure.
"Yeah? You like that baby?" Megumi murmured, pulling back for only a second as he pressed a soft kiss to the small of Yuji's back.
"Y-yes," Yuji stuttered out, his face buried in the couch cushion, and yet Megumi could still hear the whine in his voice. "Please, Megumi. More."
Megumi was happy to oblige. He went back to his task with renewed vigor, his tongue working faster, harder. His other hand reached under Yuji’s body, wrapping around his dripping cock. Yuji jerked in surprise, a loud moan tearing from his throat. Megumi started stroking him in time with the thrusts of his tongue,and the dual stimulation was almost too much for Yuji to handle.
He could feel Yuji getting close, his body tensing, his thighs trembling: he was teetering on the edge, so close to falling over. Megumi could feel it in the desperate way Yuji was fucking himself back on Megumi’s tongue, in the way his cock was leaking pre-cum all over Megumi’s fist.
Megumi deliberately slowed the stroke of his hand, loosening his grip so Yuji couldn’t quite tip over. At the same time he pulled his tongue out to slick two fingers with spit, then pressed both inside alongside in one smooth push.
Yuji’s entire body seized, his strangled scream muffled into the cushion. Megumi could feel the tight heat clamp down around his fingers .
“You’re taking me so well,” Megumi praised, his voice a low rumble against Yuji’s skin. He scissored his fingers, stretching Yuji open, preparing him for what was to come. “So tight for me.”
Megumi slid the third finger in slowly, not wanting to hurt Yuji, but knowing he could take it. Yuji always took it so well. He pumped them in and out, the wet sound filled the living room with Yuji’s breathless moans. Megumi couldn’t wait anymore.
The instant his knuckles were flush against slick skin, he curled all three fingers up in one sharp, perfect hook.
Yuji’s whole body locked. His hole fluttered wildly around Megumi’s fingers as he came into the black haired man's fist in thick, hot stripes. He just sobbed, a wet, broken thing, and collapsed forward as aftershocks wracked his frame.
Megumi worked him through it, gentling his strokes, his fingers easing out of Yuji’s abused entrance. He left a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses down Yuji’s spine, feeling the sweat-slicked skin under his lips. He was so beautiful like this, completely wrecked and sated, all for Megumi.
He gave Yuji a moment to recover, just lying there, listening to the sound of his breathing slowly returning to normal. He watched the rise and fall of Yuji’s back, the slight tremor in his thighs. He could stay like this forever, just watching Yuji, feeling the warmth of his body next to his.
"Do you want to stop here?" Megumi checked in, not sure if the pink haired boy would want to continue. His hard-on throbbed protestingly, but he would stop if he had to. He'd do anything for Yuji.
Yuji let out a shaky laugh, turning his head to the side. He propped himself up and turned around so he was facing Megumi. His face was flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and there was a dazed, blissed-out look in his eyes.
"Stop?" he asked, as if the idea was absurd. "After all that? We're not stopping." He reached up, cupping Megumi’s face in his hand, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. "I need you, Megumi. All of you." He looked down at Megumi's crotch, at the obvious bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. "I want to make you feel good too."
Megumi groaned, leaning into Yuji’s touch. He captured Yuji’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a big contrast to the rough, desperate ones from earlier. Yuji kissed him back slow and deep, tongue sliding lazily against Megumi’s like he was savoring the taste. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark again, hungry in a new way.
"Let me take it from here." The pink-haired man leaned forward, pushing Megumi back against the arm of the couch. He quickly moved to undo Megumi's pants, the movements clumsy with urgency. The button popped open, and he tugged the zipper down. Megumi lifted his hips to help as Yuji yanked his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion.
The black haired man groaned in relief as his cock sprang free, curving up towards his stomach. Already slick with pre-cum, the tip glistened in the soft light of their living room. Yuji's breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire.
Megumi watched, mesmerized, as Yuji leaned down, and his warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of Megumi's cock. He couldn't look away as Yuji's tongue darted out, swiping a broad, wet stripe along the underside, from base to tip.
Megumi's hips jerked, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as his hands flew to Yuji's hair and fingers raked through soft pink strands. "Not now," Megumi grunted, pulling his husband up off his cock. Yuji let out a whine of protest, pouting like he'd just had his favorite toy taken away. But the protest died in his throat when he saw the look in Megumi's eyes.
Yuji lifted himself up, before positioning himself so he was straddling Megumi, right on top of his cock. He grasped onto Megumi's shoulders for support, as he slowly lowered himself down onto the tip of Megumi's cock, taking just the head inside.
Megumi grunted at the sudden warmth, at the tight heat of Yuji's body. His hands flew to Yuji's waist, holding him steady, guiding him down. He watched, captivated, as Yuji's body swallowed him inch by inch. Even after seventeen years of being together,, it was a sight he never got tired of, a sight that still managed to take his breath away every single time. He loved watching Yuji take him in, loved the way his body stretched to accommodate him, loved the way Yuji's face flushed with pleasure.
Both of them let out a groan when Yuji finally sinks down to the base, and Megumi lifts one of his hands off of Yuji's waist to cup his husband's cheek.
"You're so beautiful," Megumi murmured, thumb stroking over the apple of Yuji's cheek.
Yuji just leaned into the touch, too concentrated on the feeling of being so completely full to form a proper response. He leaned forward, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to Megumi's lips. He started to move, a slow, torturous grind of his hips, a movement that had Megumi's head spinning.
"You feel so good, Megumi," Yuji breathed as he separated their lips, his forehead resting against Megumi's. "So big. So perfect." He started to move again, this time lifting himself up, almost pulling off completely, before sinking back down, taking Megumi all the way to the hilt.
Megumi groaned out in pleasure, his grip on Yuji's waist tightening. He met Yuji's movements with his own, thrusting up into him as Yuji came down.
"D-does it feel, ah— good for you?" Yuji whimpered. He looked so beautiful like this, with his pink hair messed up and sticking to his forehead, with his face flushed with pleasure. He looked so beautiful when he was trying so hard to please Megumi, to make him feel good. It made Megumi's heart ache. It made him want to ruin him.
"It feels perfect," Megumi breathed, his own hips picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. "You're perfect."
Yuji preened at the praise, a bright, shaky smile breaking across his face even as his eyes fluttered shut from the next deep thrust. He rolled his hips harder, chasing the drag of Megumi inside him, thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
“More,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Please, Megumi, give me more.”
Megumi would give him anything and everything.
Hands sliding down to grip Yuji’s ass, he spread him wider and started driving up in earnest, meeting every downward drop with a sharp snap of his hips. The couch creaked beneath them, a sound that was quickly drowned out by skin slapping against skin and Yuji’s increasingly loud cries. Megumi could feel the familiar heat coiling in his gut, a sign that he was close. He wouldn't be able to draw this out like he wanted to.
Before he could get there, Yuji suddenly clamped down around him, impossibly tight as he came with a strangled gasp, spilling himself all over Megumi's stomach in warm, wet pulses. His arms gave out and he collapsed forward, boneless and panting, his forehead resting on Megumi’s shoulder.
"Me-Megumi," he mumbled, the name muffled against Megumi's skin.
Megumi followed him over the edge a moment later, burying himself as deep as he could go as he emptied himself inside of Yuji with a deep, guttural groan. He held Yuji close, arms wrapping around him, as they both came down from their high.The room was silent for some time, the only sound their ragged breathing.
When he finally pulled out, Megumi was careful, gentle. Yuji let out a soft whimper at the loss, shifting slightly on top of him. Megumi pressed a soft kiss to his temple, running a soothing hand down his back.
"You okay?" Megumi asked in a soft voice, almost a whisper.
"M' tired," Yuji slurred after a few moments, nuzzling his face deeper into the curve of Megumi's neck.
“Yeah, I figured,” Megumi said, smoothing a hand over his spine once. “Sleep.”
Yuji melted against him instantly. Within seconds he was out cold, heavy and warm on top of him. Megumi let his head fall back against the cushions, one hand resting between Yuji’s shoulder blades. He sighed as he pulled the nearest throw blanket over them both, and closed his eyes.
Whatever, they would get up and shower later.