[ Megumi is used to kindness from Satoru, sweetness and affection in their own ways, but Yuji's gentle touch feels... different. Not better or worse, but notably different. Megumi is less interested in playing with other submissives, purely because he prefers solitude to the occasional chaos of sexually-charged situations with other paired dominants and submissives. There's a permissiveness around sex, but it's never appealed to Megumi, even for the simplest of hookups. He wants Gojo, and that's good enough for Megumi.
But... he also likes it when Yuji touches him. And he likes touching Yuji, so... maybe it's okay here.
Megumi whines in the back of his throat as his Daddy's words reach him from where he's so smugly settled on the bed. Megumi feels no possessive flare when his gaze falls ever so briefly on his dominant curled around Suguru, looking so... right and beautiful in such stark contrast to each other. It stirs something in Megumi, even if he doesn't know what – and he doesn't have time to examine it as the permission for orgasm seems to go right to his head.
Eyes rolling back, fingers grasping at Yuji as his hips helplessly try to rut into Yuji's persistent pumping. Yes, yes, yes—
Climax hits and sweeps Megumi away instantly. He's gasping, whimpering for Yuji and mewling out his name as he presses in close, clinging and trembling as his cock finally finds release. Cum spurts over Yuji's fist, onto Megumi's sweats and both of their skin, and it's definitely a mess.
Oh well.
Slumping like a marionette with snipped strings, Megumi flops onto Yuji, panting raggedly for breath and clinging to the other submissive for dear life.
From the bed, Suguru just chuckles, turning his head to nuzzle affectionately at Satoru's jaw. ]
Aw, your boy is even cute when he's coming his brains out.
[ Megumi comes, painting his hand, and Yuji stares at him with eyes wide with awe and adoration, his expression settling into something fond and soft. It's not the same feeling as when he makes his dominant come, when Suguru lets himself give Yuji all that he's ever asked for, but he still feels a sense of joy and excitement. He likes being able to bring other people pleasure, likes to be able to be the one to do it.
Leaning back, he raises his hand to his mouth and licks his palm clean, sucking at his own fingers, cleaning it away, before he nuzzles into Megumi again and kisses along his jaw, against his neck, humming softly. It's nice, to cuddle up with him, to take care of someone else, even as he can hear the voice of his daddy behind him.
Tugging Megumi close, Yuji strokes a hand along his back, turning his head to look at Suguru, eyes warm and filled with the tenderness, his love, the way he feels so obviously painted on his features.
Satoru is leaning in, nuzzling at Suguru, pressing idle kisses against his skin and mouth in a mirror of what Yuji was doing to Megumi, wrapped around his best friend like an octopus. Yuji smiles at them both, eyes dancing between them - where once he might have been wildly jealous, he's more understanding of their relationship now. ]
[ Megumi is breathless, overwhelmed, so swept away by how gorgeous Yuji looks sucking on his fingers, licking away the cum... Megumi melts in Yuji's arms, curling close and clinging to the other submissive as he tries to recover after his intensely denied orgasm.
From his spot on the bed, Suguru meets Yuji's gaze with the same warmth and adoration reflected back in his eyes. No aloofness, no attempt to deny just how dearly he loves his submissive – even tangled in bed with his best friend, Suguru's first love, Suguru can't look away from Yuji. Playing with Satoru's hair or running fingers over the his skin, Suguru keeps touching Satoru in return without trying to deny the simmering heat that accompanies watching the two submissives on the floor while Satoru teases him.
But still, he's focused on Yuji.
Reaching out a hand, Suguru smiles sweetly at Yuji. ]
Come get comfortable, baby boy. Both of you.
[ Megumi is practically glued to Yuji right now so Suguru assumes the invitation is obvious for both the submissives, but being as clear as possible is never a bad thing with orders. ]
[ Leaning down, Yuji kisses the side of Megumi's head before he lifts him up, carrying him easily enough. It's not an issue for him, not with his strength, and he places the other submissive down on the bed beside Gojo before he's crawling in himself.
It's painfully easy to clamber up himself then, to reach over and press a kiss to Suguru's jaw, to nuzzle against him. He's not going to kiss him, lick into his mouth and bite at him, because he doesn't know if his dominant wants to taste Megumi's come on his tongue. He can handle this, for now.
Satoru, for his part, is shifting and turning around to let his focus settle on Megumi, leaning in to whisper praise to him as Yuji makes himself comfortable, leaning up to gaze at Suguru. ]
Hi, daddy.
[ One arm wraps over Suguru's body, and Yuji shifts, teeth scraping against his collarbone before he snuggles close. ]
[ Suguru fondly watches Yuji carry Megumi to the other side of the bed (a vague appreciation for his submissive's strength, as per usual), and opens his arms to the younger man as soon as he crawls in on Suguru's side. Without hesitation, Suguru curls Yuji close, nuzzling him right back and returning those sweet kisses. He's hardly the type to care about the taste of cum on someone's breath, but he's also happy to simply meet Yuji's affection with his own. ]
Hi, baby.
[ A breathless little chuckle catches in his chest as Yuji's teeth drag across his skin, the loving tease a spark on the embers of Suguru's arousal. Nosing in closer, Suguru kisses the corner of Yuji's mouth, licking away a lingering drop of cum because he doesn't really care whose it is. ]
You did amazing, baby boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Satoru – and so good to Megumi.
[ Clearly, since Megumi is huddled up in Gojo's arms, still floating in the afterglow as he soaks up his Daddy's praise like a sponge. ]
[ It's so easy to let himself sink into Suguru's embrace, to curl around him and settle into the warmth of his body and the softness of his skin. He's safe here, taken care of here, and Yuji knows that he can slump down and let all of his lingering nervousness disappear. The scene had gone well, he had taken care of Suguru and Satoru, he had taken care of Megumi, he had been good.
When Suguru praises him, he leans into it, like the sun itself is shining on his happy, flushed face.
Well-fucked, leaking with come, mouth salty with the aftertaste of taking care of two people, Yuji looks happy. ]
It was fun. I really liked it.
[ Being able to negotiate it, being able to discuss it, being part of the conversation - that eased all the concerns that he might have had. Yuji feels the happiness bubble inside of him. It might not be something that he would want to do all the time, but... Maybe, when Suguru wanted it...
Kissing his dominant again, he sighs softly. ]
Are you proud of me? Was it as good as you wanted it to be?
[ Tension Suguru wasn't aware hovered still in the back of his mind relaxes almost instantly with Yuji's words. Yuji had fun. He liked it. That doesn't mean this has to be a regular thing or that it changes the nature of their dynamic – because it doesn't. Suguru is just as in love with Yuji as he was when they woke up together in bed this morning, and he can't foresee anything changing that.
Even his own distaste for the world.
Without hesitation, he squeezes Yuji tighter, nodding as he presses a kiss on each of Yuji's cheeks. ]
I'm very proud of you. It was even better than I imagined.
[ Suguru fantasized, sure, but his imagination apparently can't live up to reality. ]
Fucking you and watching someone else fuck you are very different experiences, but you were stunning, sweetheart. My perfect boy and my perfect slut~
[ If it had been anyone else, if Megumi hadn't been there, then perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps things would have been worse for him, if it were relative strangers. The fact that they were sharing this with people that Yuji has come to care about and trust made it possible, eased those concerns and tensions inside of him, and made him feel as if he could do it.
He would be happy to do it again, if it was Satoru and Megumi. Someone else... That would be a different matter.
Nuzzling into his dominant, he smiles, soft and content. ]
[ Suguru's smile is softer, warmer as he kisses Yuji back. ]
You made me so happy.
[ He hugs Yuji closer, running a hand soothingly along his submissive's spine. ]
And I would have been happy even if we had to stop. [ Even if Yuji changed his mind or hadn't been able to make it through the scene: Suguru still would have been happy because Yuji was asserting his needs. ]
[ Yuji pushes as close as he can into the other man, curling around him, reaching for him and sinking into him as he tilts up and presses their mouths together. It feels safe, comfortable, and he's burning with his happiness and joy, wanting nothing more than to hold on to Suguru and never let go.
He's at peace here. He's found his joy.
Nodding his head, he kisses Suguru's nose gently. ]
[ And how cute Yuji looks now. Content. Peaceful. Everything the submissive has always deserved – and everything Suguru never thought he would give to someone.
Nuzzling affectionately at Yuji, he reaches behind himself with a leg, finding one of Satoru's stupidly lanky limbs to tangle together – not to pull Satoru away from Megumi or distract from the comfort Suguru feels with Yuji. Just an acknowledgement, an appreciation in its own odd fashion. Satoru held space for him, no matter how many submissives crossed Suguru's doorstep, no matter how adamant Suguru was about rejecting this life.
Suguru might not have managed to even coast through his role, without that friendship.
Nuzzling into Yuji's cheek, he presses another kiss to his sub's lips. ]
You need to hydrate after all of that. I'll get you some water in a minute, baby.
[ Satoru’s hand reaches and tangles with Suguru’s, even as he keeps muttering to Megumi - such a good boy, beautiful for your daddy, always knew you’d love to watch, wasn’t Yuji-kun so good for you? Maybe next time he can do more-
Yuji nuzzles more, almost grabbing at Suguru as he nods his head.
His desire to please had been so dangerous, once. It risked everything, because he pushed and pushed himself to the brink of crying and hurt just to do what he thought Suguru wanted. This is so much better, sharing their wants and desires, knowing they’re equal in it.
Fond, happy, he nods. ]
A little longer, just like this… You feel so warm, so good, daddy. I don’t want to move.
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But... he also likes it when Yuji touches him. And he likes touching Yuji, so... maybe it's okay here.
Megumi whines in the back of his throat as his Daddy's words reach him from where he's so smugly settled on the bed. Megumi feels no possessive flare when his gaze falls ever so briefly on his dominant curled around Suguru, looking so... right and beautiful in such stark contrast to each other. It stirs something in Megumi, even if he doesn't know what – and he doesn't have time to examine it as the permission for orgasm seems to go right to his head.
Eyes rolling back, fingers grasping at Yuji as his hips helplessly try to rut into Yuji's persistent pumping. Yes, yes, yes—
Climax hits and sweeps Megumi away instantly. He's gasping, whimpering for Yuji and mewling out his name as he presses in close, clinging and trembling as his cock finally finds release. Cum spurts over Yuji's fist, onto Megumi's sweats and both of their skin, and it's definitely a mess.
Oh well.
Slumping like a marionette with snipped strings, Megumi flops onto Yuji, panting raggedly for breath and clinging to the other submissive for dear life.
From the bed, Suguru just chuckles, turning his head to nuzzle affectionately at Satoru's jaw. ]
Aw, your boy is even cute when he's coming his brains out.
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Leaning back, he raises his hand to his mouth and licks his palm clean, sucking at his own fingers, cleaning it away, before he nuzzles into Megumi again and kisses along his jaw, against his neck, humming softly. It's nice, to cuddle up with him, to take care of someone else, even as he can hear the voice of his daddy behind him.
Tugging Megumi close, Yuji strokes a hand along his back, turning his head to look at Suguru, eyes warm and filled with the tenderness, his love, the way he feels so obviously painted on his features.
Satoru is leaning in, nuzzling at Suguru, pressing idle kisses against his skin and mouth in a mirror of what Yuji was doing to Megumi, wrapped around his best friend like an octopus. Yuji smiles at them both, eyes dancing between them - where once he might have been wildly jealous, he's more understanding of their relationship now. ]
Can we come up on the bed, daddy?
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From his spot on the bed, Suguru meets Yuji's gaze with the same warmth and adoration reflected back in his eyes. No aloofness, no attempt to deny just how dearly he loves his submissive – even tangled in bed with his best friend, Suguru's first love, Suguru can't look away from Yuji. Playing with Satoru's hair or running fingers over the his skin, Suguru keeps touching Satoru in return without trying to deny the simmering heat that accompanies watching the two submissives on the floor while Satoru teases him.
But still, he's focused on Yuji.
Reaching out a hand, Suguru smiles sweetly at Yuji. ]
Come get comfortable, baby boy. Both of you.
[ Megumi is practically glued to Yuji right now so Suguru assumes the invitation is obvious for both the submissives, but being as clear as possible is never a bad thing with orders. ]
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It's painfully easy to clamber up himself then, to reach over and press a kiss to Suguru's jaw, to nuzzle against him. He's not going to kiss him, lick into his mouth and bite at him, because he doesn't know if his dominant wants to taste Megumi's come on his tongue. He can handle this, for now.
Satoru, for his part, is shifting and turning around to let his focus settle on Megumi, leaning in to whisper praise to him as Yuji makes himself comfortable, leaning up to gaze at Suguru. ]
Hi, daddy.
[ One arm wraps over Suguru's body, and Yuji shifts, teeth scraping against his collarbone before he snuggles close. ]
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Hi, baby.
[ A breathless little chuckle catches in his chest as Yuji's teeth drag across his skin, the loving tease a spark on the embers of Suguru's arousal. Nosing in closer, Suguru kisses the corner of Yuji's mouth, licking away a lingering drop of cum because he doesn't really care whose it is. ]
You did amazing, baby boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Satoru – and so good to Megumi.
[ Clearly, since Megumi is huddled up in Gojo's arms, still floating in the afterglow as he soaks up his Daddy's praise like a sponge. ]
Did you have fun?
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When Suguru praises him, he leans into it, like the sun itself is shining on his happy, flushed face.
Well-fucked, leaking with come, mouth salty with the aftertaste of taking care of two people, Yuji looks happy. ]
It was fun. I really liked it.
[ Being able to negotiate it, being able to discuss it, being part of the conversation - that eased all the concerns that he might have had. Yuji feels the happiness bubble inside of him. It might not be something that he would want to do all the time, but... Maybe, when Suguru wanted it...
Kissing his dominant again, he sighs softly. ]
Are you proud of me? Was it as good as you wanted it to be?
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Even his own distaste for the world.
Without hesitation, he squeezes Yuji tighter, nodding as he presses a kiss on each of Yuji's cheeks. ]
I'm very proud of you. It was even better than I imagined.
[ Suguru fantasized, sure, but his imagination apparently can't live up to reality. ]
Fucking you and watching someone else fuck you are very different experiences, but you were stunning, sweetheart. My perfect boy and my perfect slut~
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He would be happy to do it again, if it was Satoru and Megumi. Someone else... That would be a different matter.
Nuzzling into his dominant, he smiles, soft and content. ]
I'm glad you had fun, daddy.
[ He steals another kiss, flushed and content. ]
I wanted to make you happy too.
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You made me so happy.
[ He hugs Yuji closer, running a hand soothingly along his submissive's spine. ]
And I would have been happy even if we had to stop. [ Even if Yuji changed his mind or hadn't been able to make it through the scene: Suguru still would have been happy because Yuji was asserting his needs. ]
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[ Yuji pushes as close as he can into the other man, curling around him, reaching for him and sinking into him as he tilts up and presses their mouths together. It feels safe, comfortable, and he's burning with his happiness and joy, wanting nothing more than to hold on to Suguru and never let go.
He's at peace here. He's found his joy.
Nodding his head, he kisses Suguru's nose gently. ]
I'm glad it worked out.
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[ And how cute Yuji looks now. Content. Peaceful. Everything the submissive has always deserved – and everything Suguru never thought he would give to someone.
Nuzzling affectionately at Yuji, he reaches behind himself with a leg, finding one of Satoru's stupidly lanky limbs to tangle together – not to pull Satoru away from Megumi or distract from the comfort Suguru feels with Yuji. Just an acknowledgement, an appreciation in its own odd fashion. Satoru held space for him, no matter how many submissives crossed Suguru's doorstep, no matter how adamant Suguru was about rejecting this life.
Suguru might not have managed to even coast through his role, without that friendship.
Nuzzling into Yuji's cheek, he presses another kiss to his sub's lips. ]
You need to hydrate after all of that. I'll get you some water in a minute, baby.
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Yuji nuzzles more, almost grabbing at Suguru as he nods his head.
His desire to please had been so dangerous, once. It risked everything, because he pushed and pushed himself to the brink of crying and hurt just to do what he thought Suguru wanted. This is so much better, sharing their wants and desires, knowing they’re equal in it.
Fond, happy, he nods. ]
A little longer, just like this… You feel so warm, so good, daddy. I don’t want to move.