The door rattled in the frame as Sukuna was slammed into it. Not a second passed before Megumi’s mouth was on his again, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Heavy green eyes peered up at him from beneath darkened lashes and it shook a groan through Sukuna’s chest. He slid his hands over the curve of Megumi’s hips, across the dip of his back, and over the swell of his ass, pulling their clothed cocks flush against one another.
Megumi moaned into his mouth and ground against him. The friction was a wonderful bliss that wasn’t quite enough and Sukuna pushed forward to meet each roll of Megumi’s hips. It had been a long two weeks. Every now and again Sukuna had to leave on a business trip for work and normally it was for a couple of days. This time however, he’d been gone a little under two weeks. He and Megumi had called each morning and night, and had messaged each other throughout the days, but it wasn’t enough.
Two nights ago Megumi face timed Sukuna in between meetings. He was in their bed, dressed only in Sukuna’s shirt. His hair was mussed, skin flushed a warm pink, and eyes heavy with need. Sukuna had escaped to an empty room pretty quick and watched with rapt attention as Megumi went about touching himself. Lifting the shirt up to show his aching, leaking cock. Lifting it further to show hardened nipples pinched to redness. But it was the whine that had Sukuna’s attention the most. Megumi brushed his fingers along the length of his cock and moaned wantonly, hips jerking up as if he’d been waiting like this, hanging on by a thread for too long. Drops of pre fell onto the sheets and Sukuna’s mouth watered.
“You are responsible for the minors in your fandom!!!”
No, I’m fucking not. I’m not your parent. My past-times do not automatically sign me up to act in loco parentis. If you need someone else to monitor your own content consumption online, go get mommy and/or daddy to set up a content blocker on your computer.
