[ how quickly he adapts is a marvel - something nanami intends to reward in kind by coating his throat with the ropes of his come for taking him so well, by fucking him until he's spent multiple times over. the choked noise that hides in the back of the boys throat, tucked down by another rut of nanami's hips, only serves to encourage him further. and then theres fingers scrabbling for purchase in his sweatpants, rooting himself in place as if in preparation, the boy's jaw giving further - and it's the only indication he needs of exactly what it was yuji wanted. ]
Stay just like that. [ it's not stern so much as directive - this wasn't an exercise in punishment. he'd said he'd wanted to taste him, wanted to make nanami come undone even when he'd of been perfectly content to milk him right in his lap. and so he'll get that. ]
Nice and relaxed.
[ blunt nails graze almost affectionately along his skull til he's cradling the back of it, aiding in keeping him steady as he starts to pump hips up from the couch. it's a steady force, heels leveraging the floor to siphon every rut, the thick swell of a head only teasing the boy's throat nudge after nudge. despite the pace he finds being something even, every rock serves to grate at his breaths, some stumbling, others catching on short, brisk grunts. ] Nngh- good boy.
[ Yuji has always been a quick learner, has always been swift to pick up on things, and this is no different. It might not be martial arts, it might not be something as deep as sorcery and cursed energy, but it's still something that he can learn to be better at, especially if it means pleasing Nanami. There's nothing he wants more than to make sure this man feels good, nothing that would please him as much as hearing Nanami moan and shift for him, to give him everything.
The scratch of nails to the back of his head inspires the softest little moan from him, muffled around Nanami's cock, wanton and desperate. He adores this, the weight of cock in his mouth, the taste of Nanami as he curls a tongue around him, the way he can push and take him deeper, even the heady smell of Nanami's cologne above him, making him feel all the more hazy and needy. It all comes together for an experience that he would never be able to define alone, and his body shivers with it.
Anything Nanami wants, Nanami can have.
As the man above him begins to move, thrusting into Yuji's mouth, he shivers, squeezing his eyes shut as he does what he can to just enjoy it. His fingers keep twisted up into the fabric of his sweats, one hand rising, trying to touch Nanami's skin again, wanting that connection, the physical link between the two of them even as he tries to breathe and focus on not choking. It's easier than it might be, if he were someone else, but it's still a challenge - Nanami is large, and perfect, and Yuji rocks forward, to grind his own cock against nothing out of sheer want. ]
[ yuji's moans shouldn't sound so good, shouldn't stun him the way they do - how was he meant to be a man better than this? how could he not find himself barreling closer to that sweet edge with a boy like this on his knees, every bit eager to choke himself on the man's cock as he was to inflict it? he's perfect, perfect at taking his cock with his mouth, and he can only imagine he'd be even more remarkable bouncing on it, or smacking back against his thighs at the mercy of nanami driving into him from behind.
it all flutters through his mind, one scene jarringly interrupted for the next. how many ways he wants to have him, only pulled forward from that haze of hunger when he feels that touch seeking out his abdomen. he'll sate it by finding it with his own, encouraging in the way he shadows it, pulling it to smooth above his navel. in a way, it serves as a hint of affection, a means to assure him he was still the man that'd tirelessly trained with him, fought beside him, that had every bit of his care in his regard - despite how his hips begin to pick up in their pace. ]
Shit, you look good. Doing so well— [ it's not lost to him that he's near fucking the boy's face, the tangle of fingers in his hair pulling tight enough to bite at his scalp - a means of holding him still for hips to chase and directing him to bob in perfect tandem with him. every rut challenges the younger to take him, prodding past that snug restriction of his throat that bends at his rigid cock, jaw falling slack with a guttural, rumbling groan, tumbling closer and closer yet. ]
[ Feeling Nanami pull at his hair makes Yuji twitches, just a little, his body shifting forward to chase after the feeling. There's a violence to it - nothing real, nothing dangerous, but an edge of pain that burns at him and makes him want more and more of it. He's too accustomed to hurting and aching from fighting curses, bruises and blood from bites and scrapes and hurting, his heart and his body both, and in comparison... There's a heady pressure of desire that burns inside of him.
He wonders if Nanami is going to touch him again, if those big hands will wrap around his cock and drag his pleasure out of him. Dragging Yuji onto his lap, biting at his skin, leaving marks and the shape of his teeth in his skin, to remind Yuji later of how good it felt to be under his touch, to give in to this man, the one that he adores so desperately. There's only one thing that would be better than that, and is the feeling of Nanami's fingers pressing inside of him, stretching him, preparing him -
Yuji groans again, squeezing his fingers around Nanami's, breathing through his noise and eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, saliva making his lips shiny. Lifting to look at Nanami is hard, especially when he keeps rutting, keeps pushing inside of him, keeps rocking into his throat and taking and taking, and it feels so good.
He'd do this for hours. He'd drop to his knees whenever Nanami wanted. The idea of pulling him into a classroom, a side room, into his dorm room and unbuckling him, swallowing him down without a word shared between them is enough to send a shiver through him.
The threat - the promise - of giving him cum is more than enough to give Yuji the urge to tilt his head, ready to swallow. ]
[ there would be no shortage of aches when it came to quelling one another's hunger - of course, he's yet to learn exactly what it is the boy likes, other than giving, but he intends to make the evening memorable. he doesn't yet let himself consider that this might only be a one time thing, that it should only be a one time thing - but there's no doubt in his efforts to leave some sort of trace behind. an ache in his throat when he swallows, something to remember the intrusion, to make him remember how eagerly he'd gotten to his knees.
strong, deft fingers lace themselves with his, and if he weren't enough all on his own, the glimpse nanami catches of him just then is an image he never wants to forget. cheeks ridden in flush, drool left in a messy glaze from the pout of his lower lip, unfurled at the slick dragging of his cock.
the heat pooling beneath his navel begins to grow something rapid, the slightest stutter kicking into his hips. ] Oh, fuck, Yuji... [ he can't help but to chase it, upper lip curling with a tremble as his pace turns something almost greedy - those sloppy, positively lewd sounds coming from the boy's mouth an addictive symphony that pulls, and pulls, and pulls. ]
Here it comes... nghh, going to cum in your throat, [ the words are all breath, harshly stuttering at the man's broad chest, grip in pink strands keeping him suspended perfectly to take his seed. a few particularly sharp pistons, and then almost explosively he comes apart, groan ringing unabashedly through the room as the first of many hot ropes of come paints his throat. ]
[ It's perfect, isn't it? The way that Nanami sinks fingers into Yuji's hair, curling around him and pulling, making him echo a muffled noise around his cock, forcing himself - no, wanting - to enjoy the way it aches, the way it hurts just a little, body being used for pleasure instead of pain, love instead of hurt. There's something incredible about it, finally being able to do something that feels good, that makes his body burn and twitch with want.
He's never felt anything like this before, never wanted to have something like this, not even in his quietest, most fanciful moments. Nanami rocks into his mouth, pushes down into his throat, and he feels as if he's buoying on water, as if he's floating on air, a giddiness that has him whimpering softly and making him jerk, making him want - more. Anything that Nanami wants to give him, anything that Nanami would offer, he'd take it and take it without question.
Anything that makes Nanami happy, makes him feel good, is something that Yuji wants to do.
When Nanami comes, finally, Yuji tilts his head a little so he can swallow, eyes lidded and feeling incredible. He's still so hard, still so wanting, but it doesn't matter to him, not when he can let Nanami stay inside him as he breathes out, as he sinks down to rest his lethargic body against the solid weight of his Nanami's legs, stroking fingers over his knuckle and stomach.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze turns to look up at the man in front of him, dark and content. ]
[ he takes it just as he'd known he would, with the same grit and dedication as they'd started the night with - and as incredible as he looks being filled with his come, the man finally lets his eyes close as those wrenching waves tug through him again and again. his cock swells, pulsing with each spurt that eagerly coats the boy's mouth, tongue, throat, digits securely fastened still to his hair as if he might drift otherwise, the thought of losing the hot sleeve of his attention too devastating to consider.
and slowly, those tides of pleasure begin to recede - harsh grasp of his strands lessening bit by bit, chest still ragged in the way breaths settle in to something sated, touch turning to a lazed, prideful grazing of the boy's scalp.
when he manages gaze open again, hooded and lust-filled, yuji's is there waiting for him - brimming with delight and need in equal measure. a hum, considerate as he carefully draws the boy off of his cock, a lingering of spit thickened with his seed stringing from his lower lip. ]
I should have known you'd listen so well. [ almost a crooning, low and wanton, palm continuing its pet as his length rests heavy and spent, but still half-hard, beneath his navel. ]
You need more, don't you? [ a pat to his own thigh once more, a direction similar to that that'd drawn him into his lap the first time. ] Come here. [ when he obliges, he'll be sure to assist in tugging yuji's sweats free before he joins him again. ]
[ Yuji wants to prove himself to Nanami, to show himself as being good enough, worthy enough to be given more and more of this affection and desire. He wants to be the focal point of Nanami's desire, his lust, his want, yearning to be the one that can give Nanami all that he could ever dream of. He'd do it, he thinks, a need inside of him that spreads like warm liquid, leaving him desperate and wanting. Just the idea of being able to touch Nanami more has Yuji wiggling, shifting, wanting to prostrate himself before this man and take whatever he's given.
Even if Nanamin sent him home right now... He'd be happy, to have had this.
Drawn away from Nanami's cock, Yuji licks his lips, chasing the taste of him, his eyes a little damp as he reaches up to rub at them. His cheeks are a bright, violently soft red, and he smiles with pure adoration when he looks up at the man in front of him. It's obvious how much he likes Nanami, how much he loves him, a soft, burning feeling inside of him as he stands up.
Pushing his sweats down and away, a little embarrassed at his own nakedness, he climbs up onto Nanami's lap, stretching his legs over the width of him as he tilts up. It's impossible to resist the urge to lean in and nuzzle into Nanami's neck, to press a little kiss there, hands reaching up to rest onto his chest for balance, and for the simple want to touch the man in front of him. ]
Nanamin...
[ He shifts, rocking forward a little, cock hard between his legs. He's not expecting, not demanding, just... Wanting. Hoping that one of those big, calloused hands might give him what he desires the most. ]
[ he's patient as the boy makes to crawl into his lap, just as he's directed, and there's something fond and warm that tugs tight in his chest as he nuzzles in to his neck. warm, dispersed breaths pattering against his throat, declaring his need before tongue has a chance to catch up. he'd swallowed down his cock so well, he deserved to be treated - to know the same blissful end. and so his touch wraps around the younger's cock, flicking over the head at the eager precum that's left a messy sheen as he starts to work him. ]
Shh, sh. I know. [ an assurance laced with affection and desire in equal measure, a reminder of their roles beyond the indulgence - a reminder that it was his job as his mentor, as the older party, to look after him always.
he allows him to stay hidden there, fist pulsing on the uptick as he reaches toward a small chest perched at the end table beside them. it returns with a bottle of lube, easy enough to single-handedly administer a decent amount onto his digits, thumb focusing the slick along his middle finger. ] I'm going to work you open, nice and easy. [ a beat, and the digit seeks out the tight catch of his hole, teasing its rim with a ghosting graze. ] You tell me if it gets too much; when you can take more.
[ he waits a moment, if only to ensure the boy's heard him, before slow and steady he begins to slide the single finger inside, heel of his palm cradling the soft plush of his sac as he does. ]
[ Nanami's body is warm and big in front of him, his legs stretched over the older man's, the heat of his body overwhelming. Yuji's never felt want or desire like this before, has never felt so desperate, so needy, and he can feel the way it all floods him all over again. Going down to his knees and focusing on Nanami's pleasure had been a sharp reprieve from his own want, despite how aroused it had made him, and now the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to come too.
Even the low tone of his voice is enough to have Yuji shifting, chasing pleasure from the man he cares about so, so much. ] You don't have to go too slow. I've - ah - I've practised before, I've tried it out. I wanted to see how it felt, so I tried it. [ No lie, no hesitation, pure honesty as he keeps his face tucked into the solid weight of Nanami's face.
He's admitted too much already, so there's no way he can admit that it was Nanami he thought about when his fingers had pushed and explored, when he had breached himself for the first time, when he had discovered all these new pleasures. He had thought about a rough touch, had thought about how Nanami might speak to him, the soft, low timbre of his voice, and he wobbles with it now, rocking back against the explorative fingers.
It feels better than his own, even if they're larger, even if it's a stretch, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from whining. ]
It's good. [ Yuji's voice comes out a little hiccuped, cheeks burning red, licking his sore lips as he nuzzles into Nanami again, scraping kisses and teeth against his body. ] You're so good.
[ he allows his candor to pour, doesn't hush him from it as its quite apparent he wants him to know - no different than his self-assurance on the field. his opposite palm still has yuji's cock wrapped in an even tandem, something steady while the digit stretching him open curls deeper. the first knuckle, the second, and then flat against his palm as he gives a needy rock against it. he's pleasantly surprised. curiosity was one thing for a boy his age, self-exploration was another, but it's clear he can at least handle this, despite still needing to adjust a bit. ]
Mm. Have you? [ tone comes a bit lower, oozing with rhetoric and a huff of a breath soon to follow when he feels the prick of teeth against his skin. it calls to that side of him that aches for an entirely different treatment - something rough, hard, hungry - the duality of his own needs not lost to him despite how he's handled yuji thus far.
but even if the boy's experimented, his cock was still something to work up to. confident he's handling one finger well, with a slow, deep pump he's easing another in beside it. two now, still not the girth of his own length, listening intently to the boy's breath and body alike as digits curl further, a low, rumbling sound akin to a groan vibrating through his chest at the sensation alone. how tight walls take him like a held breath. ]
We don't need to rush. [ digits bottom out before withdrawing, beginning a pump and scissoring them to work him open a bit more. ] I want you to enjoy taking my cock. [ his own member stiffens slowly to attention once more between them, spent once but hardly sated. ] To enjoy it when I fuck you.
[ It feels good, it feels so good, and Yuji cannot stop himself from rocking onto Nanami's finger as it presses and curls inside of him. His body isn't shaking as much as it's shivering with pleasure, enjoying the way that the man in front of him stretches him open, prepares him for a cock that he's thought about for far, far too long. All his teenage fantasies, all the desires that have burned inside of him and made him yearn, all coming to a precipice now, and Yuji would do anything for him.
Does Nanami know how much power he has? Is he aware of just how much Yuji would do for him? Not just take his cock into his mouth, just not settling on his lap to let himself be prepared to be fucked, but cherish him, touch him all over, leave soft marks against his skin, to explore and touch and taste. He would do anything to please him, to make sure that he feels good, to bring him any kind of pleasure, and it means that Yuji is completely at his mercy.
A mercy that he knows Nanami wouldn't take painful advantage of, for all that Yuji offers him.
Lifting his head, leaning back a little, eyes lidded, he breathes out. He gazes at Nanami, leaning up to kiss along his jaw, wanting to have more, to taste his mouth, to take but not daring to ask for more than he already has. ]
I can take it. I enjoy it. [ Rocking up into Nanami's hand, he sighs in bliss, a small smile resting on his face. ] I want you to fuck me, to - to come in me. Make me yours.
[ a deep, prideful sort of mirth rumbles in his tone, eager to meet the boy's gaze as he offers it, before distractedly peppering a line of kisses along his jaw. the older knows what he's after, understands what it is he seeks body and mind beyond what it is he's asking for. there's no mistaking his wanting to be fucked, and fucked properly, and that's exactly what nanami will do - but there's more. an other sort of burning, one that leaves his touch reluctantly drifting from the boy's cock to find his jaw, guiding him back to look at him properly once more. he doesn't make him ask for it, instead pulls mouth in to his as digits make another delve deeper, a bit of a rougher prod just as tongue sweeps into the younger's mouth to find his own, as if it might balm any sting from the action.
it's dangerous, what he does ask for. even knowing his strength, would he think differently of him, when he could no longer hold back? when that gnarled, needing thing within him bared its teeth devoid of mercy? he knows how the boy looks up to him, how he deserves to be treated, but nanami wasn't often a man of tenderness. all of this, honest as it is, is all just building and building toward that cliff side.
make me yours. a primal appetite ignites somewhere deep in his belly. it's another soft, animalistic sound that interrupts the kiss, but he lingers close. reaches between them to work the rest of the lube around his own cock, the slick catch of it like a whisper between them. he gives a slow drag of the swollen bell of its crown against the boy's hole, suddenly remiss of his fingers. ]
Sit on my cock, Yuji. [ free hand comes to brace at his hip, a firm clutch. ] I want to watch you take it.
[ The kiss is heaven, and Yuji lurches into it immediately, filled with that awkward, teenage inexperience. He hasn't kissed many people, hasn't had an experience that he can compare with this, and he lurches into it with all the joy and desire that's been growing inside of him like a shy flower, blooming for Nanami alone. He tries to mimic what Nanami gives him, curling his tongue, to let himself take and take and take, as if he's earned this, somehow, as if he has any kind of right to ask this of him.
He wants. Yuji wants him so much he could cry, and the desire for it burns inside of him, making him ready to give it all even if it might hurt and ache, even if it leaves him sore and bruised. He doesn't care about what strength Nanami has, because he can take it. His body was made for it, wasn't it? Made to take and enjoy the press of pain, to fight and fight until there was nothing left. It's just as he'd said to Nanami before; he was destined to die, so he might as well enjoy love while he can.
There's no hesitation in Yuji as he leans back, even if he's not entirely sure of what to do or how best to do it. He appreciates the way that Nanami holds his cock steady, gives Yuji the time he needs to wiggle down a little, thighs and legs open wide so that he can take the other man properly. He loves the way it presses between his ass, grinds against his stretched out opening, and he whimpers a soft noise. He's so ready.
Does Nanami get it? Does Nanami understand how much Yuji adores him, wants him, cherishes him, wants to keep pleasing him and making him happy. He wants to bring Nanami pleasure upon pleasure, wants to see him fall apart and come to pieces, to give him all that he could ever want. Yuji just wants to give this man the same sparks of joy that he feels in his company, and he hopes it's enough.
Slowly sinking down, he groans, head tilted back. It feels like a lot more than he had anticipated, stretching and filling him, and his fingers clench around nothing as they rest on Nanami's chest and shoulders, and he whines. ]
[ nanami doesn't mind the foreign exploration behind the kiss, made up for ten fold by the boy's eagerness, and he finds the slight tang of his own release lingering on his tongue. there's something hot about it, knowing that mouth had been filled with him just moments before, knowing how perfect of a mouth it was to fuck. another time, he'd let him explore that tender, intricate dance of a kiss unfolding properly - for now, he's something else to marvel at.
and the moment he begins to sink down, nanami's vision goes dark. he tries to watch, the image of yuji's thighs spread and strong muscles unfaltering as they keep him propped up to start taking him - slow, but unpausing, and the tight hug of the boy's ass is almost too incredible to comprehend. ]
Ah. [ a tight gasp from a broad chest, fingertips at his hip dimpling into a bruising hold. encouraging, but he doesn't force him, wants him to do this for himself, to let himself stretch and accommodate as he needs to. ] Fuck, that's it.
[ opposite palm presses flat to his abdomen, smoothing upward almost reverently until it can hook around his nape. it's only once yuji's nearly bottomed out that he uses the hold to gently tug him down til his cock's fully sheathed, hips rutting up slightly in time with the motion. the connection rips a grunt from him, taking a moment to steel himself, a chaste reminder not to get too carried away too soon. ]
Such a good boy, taking all of my cock. [ blunt nails graze to the small of his back, giving a slow, methodical grind of his cock, meeting his gaze with a blaze in his own. ] When you're ready.
[ The praise really does spark through him and make him feel all the more desperate and needy for it, as if Nanami isn't touching him enough. That's not true, of course, because Nanami is giving Yuji everything he had dreamed about and more, but the urge to earn more of that praise... More of that low voice offering him all the things he had always wanted - how can he ignore that?
How can he ignore anything that Nanami offers him, anything that he's given, when he had never imagined that his dreams would actually come to life?
Slowly pressing down, Yuji feels so completely filled, and he presses himself against Nanami and huffs out little breathless sounds, as if they're being punched out of him, as if he can't even breath from the thick, solid weight of Nanami's cock sliding deeper and deeper into his body. Fingers, his own weakly exploring, were nothing compared to this.
He wants to remember this forever. Yuji thinks that he wants to drown in it. He wants to be bruised, to belong to Nanami, to be kept. ]
I'm ready, I'm - Nanamin - [ Slowly, Yuji begins to rock, shifting his body a little, hips rising and then sinking down again. His own cock is hard, thick and heavy between his legs, and he sighs a pleased noise. ] Fuck me, Nanamin.
[ the boy's breaths stuttering over one another captivates him, watching as his mouth parts and chest heaves in response to the intrusion - the tight sleeve of him being shaped perfectly to his cock. he knows itadori well enough to know he'll sooner bite off more than he can chew than admit to being overwhelmed, but was he truly meant to show restraint, still, when he's buried so completely within him? fading is the mentor-figure he's been for the boy since they'd met, and while that deeply layered care still thrums beneath, the moment he picks up his hips to take him again, nanami can feel himself splintering.
a sharp breath is drawn through a gritted jaw, and the way yuji whines the request it might as well be a plea, a begging, bracketing his hip once more to steady him. when he finds his voice it's something strained, different from the composure it's so typically soothed with - ] Hold on to the couch. [ a bit more terse, a bit more demanding, but a moment for the boy to brace himself - to find a grip at something.
keeping him propped just there, nanami lets his cock slowly drag free til just the swollen tip is buried inside. a beat, and with heels braced firmly to the floor, he delivers the first firm, full piston upward into the boy's heat. he's lost to the sound of his balls smacking quietly up against skin, unaware of the way nails bite in with his grasp as he reels down again, just to snap upward again and pick up a steady, resolute pace. ]
[ Nanami feels so incredible - Yuji's fingers are still absently tracing whatever skin he can reach, stealing the shape of the other man's body and memorising it, wanting nothing more than to sink into him and never let go. He'd always appreciated just how handsome his mentor was, there was no way he could've ever possibly ignored it, but being able to see him move now, like this... It makes him feel breathless, as if it's all been punched out of him (and, given the size of Nanami's cock, that's a claim he could actually back up).
How long has he been dreaming about this, wanting this, desperate for and wishing to give himself over to these heavy, perfect arms? Yuji had never been able to stop himself from thinking about it in those moments of pure isolation, and he's sure somewhere in the back of his mind Sukuna is laughing in a riotous glee, thinking of Yuji and his corruption, being fucked so perfectly. He feels owned, and his thoughts are tangled up when he hears the instruction come.
He has never really disobeyed Nanami before (the once or twice don't count!) so his arms are moving before he can even think, instinctive and with no pause. ] Yes, sir. [ Breathless, heedless of the intensity of the words that are slipping from his mouth.
Of course Nanami can tell him what to do. Who else could make so many demands of his body and still earn Yuji's utter adoration and love?
Bracing himself, Yuji moans, loud and wanton as Nanami begins to thrust into him, pushing his own weight down to chase the feeling of it. It's so much, but it's so good, too, and he can't help the soft, desperate hisses of please, yes, please, wanting his own pleasure but, at the same time, needing Nanami's. ]
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[ how quickly he adapts is a marvel - something nanami intends to reward in kind by coating his throat with the ropes of his come for taking him so well, by fucking him until he's spent multiple times over. the choked noise that hides in the back of the boys throat, tucked down by another rut of nanami's hips, only serves to encourage him further. and then theres fingers scrabbling for purchase in his sweatpants, rooting himself in place as if in preparation, the boy's jaw giving further - and it's the only indication he needs of exactly what it was yuji wanted. ]
Stay just like that. [ it's not stern so much as directive - this wasn't an exercise in punishment. he'd said he'd wanted to taste him, wanted to make nanami come undone even when he'd of been perfectly content to milk him right in his lap. and so he'll get that. ]
Nice and relaxed.
[ blunt nails graze almost affectionately along his skull til he's cradling the back of it, aiding in keeping him steady as he starts to pump hips up from the couch. it's a steady force, heels leveraging the floor to siphon every rut, the thick swell of a head only teasing the boy's throat nudge after nudge. despite the pace he finds being something even, every rock serves to grate at his breaths, some stumbling, others catching on short, brisk grunts. ] Nngh- good boy.
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The scratch of nails to the back of his head inspires the softest little moan from him, muffled around Nanami's cock, wanton and desperate. He adores this, the weight of cock in his mouth, the taste of Nanami as he curls a tongue around him, the way he can push and take him deeper, even the heady smell of Nanami's cologne above him, making him feel all the more hazy and needy. It all comes together for an experience that he would never be able to define alone, and his body shivers with it.
Anything Nanami wants, Nanami can have.
As the man above him begins to move, thrusting into Yuji's mouth, he shivers, squeezing his eyes shut as he does what he can to just enjoy it. His fingers keep twisted up into the fabric of his sweats, one hand rising, trying to touch Nanami's skin again, wanting that connection, the physical link between the two of them even as he tries to breathe and focus on not choking. It's easier than it might be, if he were someone else, but it's still a challenge - Nanami is large, and perfect, and Yuji rocks forward, to grind his own cock against nothing out of sheer want. ]
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it all flutters through his mind, one scene jarringly interrupted for the next. how many ways he wants to have him, only pulled forward from that haze of hunger when he feels that touch seeking out his abdomen. he'll sate it by finding it with his own, encouraging in the way he shadows it, pulling it to smooth above his navel. in a way, it serves as a hint of affection, a means to assure him he was still the man that'd tirelessly trained with him, fought beside him, that had every bit of his care in his regard - despite how his hips begin to pick up in their pace. ]
Shit, you look good. Doing so well— [ it's not lost to him that he's near fucking the boy's face, the tangle of fingers in his hair pulling tight enough to bite at his scalp - a means of holding him still for hips to chase and directing him to bob in perfect tandem with him. every rut challenges the younger to take him, prodding past that snug restriction of his throat that bends at his rigid cock, jaw falling slack with a guttural, rumbling groan, tumbling closer and closer yet. ]
Going to make me fill your mouth with cum.
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He wonders if Nanami is going to touch him again, if those big hands will wrap around his cock and drag his pleasure out of him. Dragging Yuji onto his lap, biting at his skin, leaving marks and the shape of his teeth in his skin, to remind Yuji later of how good it felt to be under his touch, to give in to this man, the one that he adores so desperately. There's only one thing that would be better than that, and is the feeling of Nanami's fingers pressing inside of him, stretching him, preparing him -
Yuji groans again, squeezing his fingers around Nanami's, breathing through his noise and eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, saliva making his lips shiny. Lifting to look at Nanami is hard, especially when he keeps rutting, keeps pushing inside of him, keeps rocking into his throat and taking and taking, and it feels so good.
He'd do this for hours. He'd drop to his knees whenever Nanami wanted. The idea of pulling him into a classroom, a side room, into his dorm room and unbuckling him, swallowing him down without a word shared between them is enough to send a shiver through him.
The threat - the promise - of giving him cum is more than enough to give Yuji the urge to tilt his head, ready to swallow. ]
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strong, deft fingers lace themselves with his, and if he weren't enough all on his own, the glimpse nanami catches of him just then is an image he never wants to forget. cheeks ridden in flush, drool left in a messy glaze from the pout of his lower lip, unfurled at the slick dragging of his cock.
the heat pooling beneath his navel begins to grow something rapid, the slightest stutter kicking into his hips. ] Oh, fuck, Yuji... [ he can't help but to chase it, upper lip curling with a tremble as his pace turns something almost greedy - those sloppy, positively lewd sounds coming from the boy's mouth an addictive symphony that pulls, and pulls, and pulls. ]
Here it comes... nghh, going to cum in your throat, [ the words are all breath, harshly stuttering at the man's broad chest, grip in pink strands keeping him suspended perfectly to take his seed. a few particularly sharp pistons, and then almost explosively he comes apart, groan ringing unabashedly through the room as the first of many hot ropes of come paints his throat. ]
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He's never felt anything like this before, never wanted to have something like this, not even in his quietest, most fanciful moments. Nanami rocks into his mouth, pushes down into his throat, and he feels as if he's buoying on water, as if he's floating on air, a giddiness that has him whimpering softly and making him jerk, making him want - more. Anything that Nanami wants to give him, anything that Nanami would offer, he'd take it and take it without question.
Anything that makes Nanami happy, makes him feel good, is something that Yuji wants to do.
When Nanami comes, finally, Yuji tilts his head a little so he can swallow, eyes lidded and feeling incredible. He's still so hard, still so wanting, but it doesn't matter to him, not when he can let Nanami stay inside him as he breathes out, as he sinks down to rest his lethargic body against the solid weight of his Nanami's legs, stroking fingers over his knuckle and stomach.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze turns to look up at the man in front of him, dark and content. ]
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and slowly, those tides of pleasure begin to recede - harsh grasp of his strands lessening bit by bit, chest still ragged in the way breaths settle in to something sated, touch turning to a lazed, prideful grazing of the boy's scalp.
when he manages gaze open again, hooded and lust-filled, yuji's is there waiting for him - brimming with delight and need in equal measure. a hum, considerate as he carefully draws the boy off of his cock, a lingering of spit thickened with his seed stringing from his lower lip. ]
I should have known you'd listen so well. [ almost a crooning, low and wanton, palm continuing its pet as his length rests heavy and spent, but still half-hard, beneath his navel. ]
You need more, don't you? [ a pat to his own thigh once more, a direction similar to that that'd drawn him into his lap the first time. ] Come here. [ when he obliges, he'll be sure to assist in tugging yuji's sweats free before he joins him again. ]
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Even if Nanamin sent him home right now... He'd be happy, to have had this.
Drawn away from Nanami's cock, Yuji licks his lips, chasing the taste of him, his eyes a little damp as he reaches up to rub at them. His cheeks are a bright, violently soft red, and he smiles with pure adoration when he looks up at the man in front of him. It's obvious how much he likes Nanami, how much he loves him, a soft, burning feeling inside of him as he stands up.
Pushing his sweats down and away, a little embarrassed at his own nakedness, he climbs up onto Nanami's lap, stretching his legs over the width of him as he tilts up. It's impossible to resist the urge to lean in and nuzzle into Nanami's neck, to press a little kiss there, hands reaching up to rest onto his chest for balance, and for the simple want to touch the man in front of him. ]
Nanamin...
[ He shifts, rocking forward a little, cock hard between his legs. He's not expecting, not demanding, just... Wanting. Hoping that one of those big, calloused hands might give him what he desires the most. ]
I need you.
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Shh, sh. I know. [ an assurance laced with affection and desire in equal measure, a reminder of their roles beyond the indulgence - a reminder that it was his job as his mentor, as the older party, to look after him always.
he allows him to stay hidden there, fist pulsing on the uptick as he reaches toward a small chest perched at the end table beside them. it returns with a bottle of lube, easy enough to single-handedly administer a decent amount onto his digits, thumb focusing the slick along his middle finger. ] I'm going to work you open, nice and easy. [ a beat, and the digit seeks out the tight catch of his hole, teasing its rim with a ghosting graze. ] You tell me if it gets too much; when you can take more.
[ he waits a moment, if only to ensure the boy's heard him, before slow and steady he begins to slide the single finger inside, heel of his palm cradling the soft plush of his sac as he does. ]
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Even the low tone of his voice is enough to have Yuji shifting, chasing pleasure from the man he cares about so, so much. ] You don't have to go too slow. I've - ah - I've practised before, I've tried it out. I wanted to see how it felt, so I tried it. [ No lie, no hesitation, pure honesty as he keeps his face tucked into the solid weight of Nanami's face.
He's admitted too much already, so there's no way he can admit that it was Nanami he thought about when his fingers had pushed and explored, when he had breached himself for the first time, when he had discovered all these new pleasures. He had thought about a rough touch, had thought about how Nanami might speak to him, the soft, low timbre of his voice, and he wobbles with it now, rocking back against the explorative fingers.
It feels better than his own, even if they're larger, even if it's a stretch, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from whining. ]
It's good. [ Yuji's voice comes out a little hiccuped, cheeks burning red, licking his sore lips as he nuzzles into Nanami again, scraping kisses and teeth against his body. ] You're so good.
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Mm. Have you? [ tone comes a bit lower, oozing with rhetoric and a huff of a breath soon to follow when he feels the prick of teeth against his skin. it calls to that side of him that aches for an entirely different treatment - something rough, hard, hungry - the duality of his own needs not lost to him despite how he's handled yuji thus far.
but even if the boy's experimented, his cock was still something to work up to. confident he's handling one finger well, with a slow, deep pump he's easing another in beside it. two now, still not the girth of his own length, listening intently to the boy's breath and body alike as digits curl further, a low, rumbling sound akin to a groan vibrating through his chest at the sensation alone. how tight walls take him like a held breath. ]
We don't need to rush. [ digits bottom out before withdrawing, beginning a pump and scissoring them to work him open a bit more. ] I want you to enjoy taking my cock. [ his own member stiffens slowly to attention once more between them, spent once but hardly sated. ] To enjoy it when I fuck you.
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Does Nanami know how much power he has? Is he aware of just how much Yuji would do for him? Not just take his cock into his mouth, just not settling on his lap to let himself be prepared to be fucked, but cherish him, touch him all over, leave soft marks against his skin, to explore and touch and taste. He would do anything to please him, to make sure that he feels good, to bring him any kind of pleasure, and it means that Yuji is completely at his mercy.
A mercy that he knows Nanami wouldn't take painful advantage of, for all that Yuji offers him.
Lifting his head, leaning back a little, eyes lidded, he breathes out. He gazes at Nanami, leaning up to kiss along his jaw, wanting to have more, to taste his mouth, to take but not daring to ask for more than he already has. ]
I can take it. I enjoy it. [ Rocking up into Nanami's hand, he sighs in bliss, a small smile resting on his face. ] I want you to fuck me, to - to come in me. Make me yours.
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[ a deep, prideful sort of mirth rumbles in his tone, eager to meet the boy's gaze as he offers it, before distractedly peppering a line of kisses along his jaw. the older knows what he's after, understands what it is he seeks body and mind beyond what it is he's asking for. there's no mistaking his wanting to be fucked, and fucked properly, and that's exactly what nanami will do - but there's more. an other sort of burning, one that leaves his touch reluctantly drifting from the boy's cock to find his jaw, guiding him back to look at him properly once more. he doesn't make him ask for it, instead pulls mouth in to his as digits make another delve deeper, a bit of a rougher prod just as tongue sweeps into the younger's mouth to find his own, as if it might balm any sting from the action.
it's dangerous, what he does ask for. even knowing his strength, would he think differently of him, when he could no longer hold back? when that gnarled, needing thing within him bared its teeth devoid of mercy? he knows how the boy looks up to him, how he deserves to be treated, but nanami wasn't often a man of tenderness. all of this, honest as it is, is all just building and building toward that cliff side.
make me yours. a primal appetite ignites somewhere deep in his belly. it's another soft, animalistic sound that interrupts the kiss, but he lingers close. reaches between them to work the rest of the lube around his own cock, the slick catch of it like a whisper between them. he gives a slow drag of the swollen bell of its crown against the boy's hole, suddenly remiss of his fingers. ]
Sit on my cock, Yuji. [ free hand comes to brace at his hip, a firm clutch. ] I want to watch you take it.
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He wants. Yuji wants him so much he could cry, and the desire for it burns inside of him, making him ready to give it all even if it might hurt and ache, even if it leaves him sore and bruised. He doesn't care about what strength Nanami has, because he can take it. His body was made for it, wasn't it? Made to take and enjoy the press of pain, to fight and fight until there was nothing left. It's just as he'd said to Nanami before; he was destined to die, so he might as well enjoy love while he can.
There's no hesitation in Yuji as he leans back, even if he's not entirely sure of what to do or how best to do it. He appreciates the way that Nanami holds his cock steady, gives Yuji the time he needs to wiggle down a little, thighs and legs open wide so that he can take the other man properly. He loves the way it presses between his ass, grinds against his stretched out opening, and he whimpers a soft noise. He's so ready.
Does Nanami get it? Does Nanami understand how much Yuji adores him, wants him, cherishes him, wants to keep pleasing him and making him happy. He wants to bring Nanami pleasure upon pleasure, wants to see him fall apart and come to pieces, to give him all that he could ever want. Yuji just wants to give this man the same sparks of joy that he feels in his company, and he hopes it's enough.
Slowly sinking down, he groans, head tilted back. It feels like a lot more than he had anticipated, stretching and filling him, and his fingers clench around nothing as they rest on Nanami's chest and shoulders, and he whines. ]
It's perfect, it's - you're so good, Nanami.
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and the moment he begins to sink down, nanami's vision goes dark. he tries to watch, the image of yuji's thighs spread and strong muscles unfaltering as they keep him propped up to start taking him - slow, but unpausing, and the tight hug of the boy's ass is almost too incredible to comprehend. ]
Ah. [ a tight gasp from a broad chest, fingertips at his hip dimpling into a bruising hold. encouraging, but he doesn't force him, wants him to do this for himself, to let himself stretch and accommodate as he needs to. ] Fuck, that's it.
[ opposite palm presses flat to his abdomen, smoothing upward almost reverently until it can hook around his nape. it's only once yuji's nearly bottomed out that he uses the hold to gently tug him down til his cock's fully sheathed, hips rutting up slightly in time with the motion. the connection rips a grunt from him, taking a moment to steel himself, a chaste reminder not to get too carried away too soon. ]
Such a good boy, taking all of my cock. [ blunt nails graze to the small of his back, giving a slow, methodical grind of his cock, meeting his gaze with a blaze in his own. ] When you're ready.
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How can he ignore anything that Nanami offers him, anything that he's given, when he had never imagined that his dreams would actually come to life?
Slowly pressing down, Yuji feels so completely filled, and he presses himself against Nanami and huffs out little breathless sounds, as if they're being punched out of him, as if he can't even breath from the thick, solid weight of Nanami's cock sliding deeper and deeper into his body. Fingers, his own weakly exploring, were nothing compared to this.
He wants to remember this forever. Yuji thinks that he wants to drown in it. He wants to be bruised, to belong to Nanami, to be kept. ]
I'm ready, I'm - Nanamin - [ Slowly, Yuji begins to rock, shifting his body a little, hips rising and then sinking down again. His own cock is hard, thick and heavy between his legs, and he sighs a pleased noise. ] Fuck me, Nanamin.
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a sharp breath is drawn through a gritted jaw, and the way yuji whines the request it might as well be a plea, a begging, bracketing his hip once more to steady him. when he finds his voice it's something strained, different from the composure it's so typically soothed with - ] Hold on to the couch. [ a bit more terse, a bit more demanding, but a moment for the boy to brace himself - to find a grip at something.
keeping him propped just there, nanami lets his cock slowly drag free til just the swollen tip is buried inside. a beat, and with heels braced firmly to the floor, he delivers the first firm, full piston upward into the boy's heat. he's lost to the sound of his balls smacking quietly up against skin, unaware of the way nails bite in with his grasp as he reels down again, just to snap upward again and pick up a steady, resolute pace. ]
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How long has he been dreaming about this, wanting this, desperate for and wishing to give himself over to these heavy, perfect arms? Yuji had never been able to stop himself from thinking about it in those moments of pure isolation, and he's sure somewhere in the back of his mind Sukuna is laughing in a riotous glee, thinking of Yuji and his corruption, being fucked so perfectly. He feels owned, and his thoughts are tangled up when he hears the instruction come.
He has never really disobeyed Nanami before (the once or twice don't count!) so his arms are moving before he can even think, instinctive and with no pause. ] Yes, sir. [ Breathless, heedless of the intensity of the words that are slipping from his mouth.
Of course Nanami can tell him what to do. Who else could make so many demands of his body and still earn Yuji's utter adoration and love?
Bracing himself, Yuji moans, loud and wanton as Nanami begins to thrust into him, pushing his own weight down to chase the feeling of it. It's so much, but it's so good, too, and he can't help the soft, desperate hisses of please, yes, please, wanting his own pleasure but, at the same time, needing Nanami's. ]