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It comes to Yuuji in a dream.

It’s like a confirmation for his revelations that whirl through his brain, twirling and gnawing on his noggin like a chew piece of candy. He didn’t know his languid thoughts were bad enough to the point where they crawled up and entered his sleepy escapade.

Megumi’s on top of him, no – between his legs on a bed. His form fissures and dilapidates, burning the paleness of his nudity to the blacks of his hair. Yuuji’s hands are restricted above him, are they ropes? Handcuffs? The texture around his wrists feels… slimy. All Yuuji can quiver up inside of his head is that he sees Megumi, sees Megumi press into his abdomen with lithe, slim fingers.

He feels a cock part his lips, and he sees another Megumi manifest in the environment. His vision is encapsulated, crushed by not one, but two Megumi’s intermingling with his body.

Next thing he knows is that he’s being choked by a cock and fucked in the ass. Megumi’s cock detonates with the highest temperatures of lava inside of Yuuji’s hole, and Yuuji’s own body reacts happily when the other Megumi’s thick heat is being shoved inside of his mouth, pushing all the way down his throat.

It feels like he’s being sent to a mind-numbing heaven with the way his body is being used, being morphed and patched like ones plaything. 

His ears dissolve Megumi’s voice like it’s watercolor, mixing and becoming one with the hallucinatory air. It’s hot, and Yuuji could melt, but Megumi fucking into him and choking him really feels good.

He gets slapped on the face, doesn’t know whose hand it was, but his cheeks welcome the tingling that dances inside of him. Even though all of his senses are muffled except for his feelings bursting in impassioned colors, Yuuji can clearly hear himself thinking, “Yes, please–please slap me again…”

Megumi is making him beg, the Megumi throatfucking him won’t let up and Yuuji is so, so close to coming untouched. 

And then he wakes up with a hard, raging boner.

Back to reality, where there is no Megumi on top of him or to his side. Back to reality where the sun clads his room with white and gold rays. It’s morning, and he had a dream about his best friend fucking the shit out of him. That’s lovely.

He puts a hand over his cock through his sweatpants and sighs.

This is going to be a long day.

–

That’s how Yuuji finds out that he has the hots for his best friend, wants his best friend to fuck him, and likes all that kinky shit like choking and restraints.

Did he mention pain? Well, the more you know.

Every time Megumi hits him on top of his head or anywhere on Yuuji’s body, well, haha, let’s say that he’s glad that he wears baggy clothing to hide his raging boner. Perhaps that was the button to initiate that stupid dream he had.

He wouldn’t say he has a high libido, by any means. But the amount of times he can pop a dumb boner in a day just because of Megumi should be illegal. He completely milks himself dry. It’s a pretty disgusting feeling if Yuuji had to be honest. Post Nut Clarity is one hell of a bitch.

And now, he’s eating breakfast at the dorm dining table accompanied by Maki, Toge, Nobara, and the devil incarnate: Fushiguro Megumi.

Jesus. He just finished pumping his cock imaging Megumi choking with his dick and slapping him, and fuck him until he’s crying and begging to stop. But even looking at Megumi makes the monster inside his pants twitch in hunger.

So he keeps his eyes locked on his food, takes the rice between his trembling chopsticks, and shoves it into his mouth without any delicate planning. This ensures that he’s completely focused on eating this lovely, beautiful home cooked rice, and definitely not thinking about Megumi who's sitting right next to him.

Yuuji tries his best to fight those feelings of urgency and combats them with his morality. He tries not to stare at the way Megumi’s delicate fingers are working the chopsticks, chopping a piece of salmon and softly having it enter his mouth. Tries not to think about Megumi’s absurdly long fingers in his –

So, you can say Yuuji is in a bit of a predicament. The way Toge’s eyes scrutinize his face like he knows exactly what Yuuji is going through really puts alarm sounds in Yuuji’s head. Yuuji continues to stuff his face with rice and salmon. Out of the corner of his eye, he can tell Nobara is staring at him.

“You good, Itadori?” Nobara begins, resting the palm of her hand on her cheek. She’s in between Maki and Toge on the opposite side of where Yuuji is placed. “You’re kinda quiet this morning,”

Oh, yeah. Because I had a wet dream about Fushiguro and it’s really getting to me and I can’t stop thinking about it—

“Uh,” Yuuji swallows his food, clumps rolling down his esophagus. Yuuji’s eyes stare into Nobara’s own hazel ones, oranges swirling with curiosity and examination. She pats her freshly done nails on the wood of the table, a grueling tap tap noise expands into the vicinity of the fresh morning. Megumi doesn’t pay attention, and Yuuji can tell his head is particularly in the distant clouds that mystify his thoughts. He’s still eating his food, quiet and so far away.

He absolutely cannot open himself up, no way. But lying isn’t something that he can shake hands with like a promise. It always backhands him one way or another, and he’s seen the way Megumi’s eyes narrow when Yuuji comes out of his room with disheveled hair after he jacks off. Yuuji lies, says, “Oh, I was just working out!”, but he knows Megumi won't believe such bullshit.

Yuuji plays with his salmon, using his chopsticks like knives to divide it into unequal sections. Pink flesh sticks out of the heart of the meat, steamy and hot. He puffs his cheeks, and uses the easiest trump card to sliver in through the cracks of Nobara’s piercing existence.

“Sukuna,” Yuuji mumbles, squishing the salmon with his utensils. “was giving me rough dreams last night. So annoying,”

"Pussy. You know damn well that your dream wasn’t my doing. Stop lying,” Sukuna mocks inside of his head, bouncing off of the walls of his brain. It feels like that one sentence echoes in the caverns inside of Yuuji’s mind, repeating into a millennium. Yuuji grumbles, sticking the piece of salmon into his mouth to compensate for Sukuna’s prickling.

Nobara makes a noise of understanding, and Toge eyes him more. Maki doesn’t seem to care, fondling Nobara’s hand and rubbing her finger along Nobara’s smooth, red nail polish. Yuuji’s soul almost punctures out of the millions of pores of his skin when Megumi nudges him against his shoulder.

“You good?” Megumi asks in a low tone, and gets a little too close and personal for Yuuji’s liking. He thinks God is a bitch and a queen (or king) for making Megumi slightly taller than him, and that allows Yuuji to see Megumi stare down at him. He tilts his head, sapphire eyes impaled with concern with his lips in a line.

Megumi being taller than him is good and bad for two reasons.

1. It plays into Yuuji’s fantasies.

2. It plays… into Yuuji’s fantasies.

3. Fuck.

His dick twitches just at this sight alone, and Jesus, could he not pop a boner in the middle of breakfast? Yuuji gulps down his food, scooching to the side to create space between them. “Yeah, haha. Just didn’t get much sleep thanks to him. But I’ll be fine!”

Megumi makes that look again, that, “Yeah right,” type of look where his eyes get thinner and has the ability to look directly inside of Yuuji’s soul. Yuuji clears his throat and laughs to dispel any sense of awkwardness that crawls like bugs inside of the pit of his stomach. He knows he’s being discreet, and he knows that he’s an awful liar and he wishes he could be more like Megumi by wearing a poker face all the time. Well, now that Yuuji thinks about it, Megumi’s not much of a good liar either.

“Are you sure?” He pries once more, and Yuuji feels like a disobedient child who is hellbent on getting inside of a shower. Yuuji stabs into his salmon repeatedly, and he wants to twist it like spaghetti.

“Ya… hey, since when did you get so caring?” Yuuji bites back, swiveling their conversation. It’s all to remind him that he’s the one in the driver's seat, not Megumi. Yuuji gives himself a small pat on the back.

“You are nothing but a stupid horny teenager. Don’t give yourself so much praise ,” Sukuna pokes inside of him, and Yuuji has to stop himself from punching his own head. Megumi furrows his eyebrows and sticks the last piece of salmon into his mouth, gulping before opening his mouth.

“It’s because you’re never silent,” Megumi points out. “Feels creepy that you’re not talking all of our ears off or something,”

Yuuji pouts, eyes trailing to Nobara and the others for some kind of salvation for this shot of an insult. But all he sees are nonchalant faces and Nobara nodding her head. She puts down her chopsticks and points at him with her finger.

“He’s right, ya know,” She finishes the last gulps of her miso soup. “But like, tell that demon in you to shut up if he’s, like, bothering you too much.”

Yuuji’s frown grows deeper, putting his head in his hands. “If it were that easy, I would have!”

Oh, great shot. He’s going through with the lie in a smooth way, and his ego is getting fed a great amount. Megumi furrows his eyebrows at him, but ultimately gives up when he sighs and gets up from the table and walks to the kitchen to place his dishes in the sink. One by one in a methodical manner, Yuuji melts over how particular Megumi is. Always organized, always so neat.

Look, Yuuji’s not gay. It’s the same old story that everyone hears and gets tired of, but he needs to repeat himself on this: Yuuji is not gay. Liking your male best friend and wanting him to fuck you is not gay. Homosexuality ties nothing into him wanting to hug Megumi and maybe doing a bit more. He just thinks Megumi is very cute, hot, and sexy with that lithe figure and long fingers. Yuuji also thinks his eyes have the lingering feelings of dominance, whatever that means.

“What are you smiling about?” Nobara's voice ruptures his gushing daydreams, and it’s when Yuuji’s cheeks hurt that he realizes he’s been grinning from ear to ear. Yuuji coughs, and curses at his cheeks for swirling in heat, vortexing with the shards of flushness. Nobara raises an eyebrow, putting her small bowl of rice and cup of green tea on the tray. 

Yuuji waves her away when she huffs, standing. “Nothing…” He lies, sticking the last pieces of salmon in his mouth. “Food ish reawy good,” mumbling, he gives a thumbs up to Nobara, who was standing next to Maki. Nobara rolled her eyes, both of them walking to the kitchen area to put their dishes in the sink. Megumi was on dishes duty for the week, resulting in him hovering over the sink while the dishes were being added in a constant poker face.

Yuuji thinks his ears are utterly blessed when he hears Megumi grumble when Nobara patted him on the back, laughing at his labor. Maki tells him to wash well, then drags Nobara to her room.

It’s then that Yuuji realizes he’s alone with Toge (And Megumi, if you want to count that too.), and he makes eye contact with the boy sitting across from him. Those violet colors bleed into white are playful, mischievous, and knowing. He had felt Toge’s gaze on him for the majority of their breakfast time, and he gulps down the nervousness in his throat.

Toge’s eyes narrow. “Mustard leaf,” he says, and even though Yuuji doesn’t know the keys to figuring out the multiple doors that is Inumaki’s language, he knows what he’s referring to.

“Er, it’s really nothing,” Yuuji tries to push off the topic that he assumes has been marinating inside of Toge’s head, like a piece of steak on the stove, cooked just right and is just ready to be eaten. He looks at the half eaten bread on Toge’s plate, littered with ham and cheese. There are reds drizzled on his meal, tabasco sauce running down the crusts. Yuuji doesn’t know why Toge likes it, but maybe he’s just missing out. “Why haven’t you eaten your food? Are you not hungry?”

There, he attempts to swivel the conversation, nervousness pooling inside of his stomach. But when Toge gestures his eyes to Megumi, whose back is turned to them and is stuck washing dishes, and says, “Fish flakes,” Yuuji knows he’s fucked.

“Uh,” he qualms, and now he realizes that there’s no food on his plate anymore. So he can’t stuff himself full anymore, great.

“Sukuna, Sukuna, please help me out here! What do I say! I’m not good at lying!” Yuuji shrieks in the back of his mind, pleading for help. He can almost imagine Sukuna peering down at him on those creepy skulls and his almighty throne.

It takes a moment of time before he hears Sukuna grumble. “Why are you asking me?! You think I know what to say?”

“Just give me ideas! He’s looking at me weird!”

Toge tilts his head, waiting for Yuuji to respond. He bites his lip, clawing at the blacks of his uniform pants.

“Hm,” Sukuna ponders, and Yuuji thinks he’s actually putting some thought to this. But all Sukuna answers is, “I want Fushiguro Megumi to fuck me because I can’t keep my dick in my pants,”

Thanks, Sukuna. That’s really helpful.

“Are those your words or mine?! ” Yuuji shouts back inside of his head, and he prays that Toge can’t hear him. “I’m not saying that shit!”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, and Yuuji can see Toge start to tap his nails against the wooden table, just like Nobara did. There’s no reality where Yuuji would tell a classmate, “Oh, hey. I’ve been having suuuuper crazy dreams about my best friend. And I want him to fuck me. I’m not gay, though!”

That’s utter insanity, and Yuuji is open to many things. Sure, he’s not entirely comfortable with thinking he can take it up the ass. But it felt good in the dream, so maybe he’d like it in real life. Maybe. Oh god, what the hell is he thinking? Will it even be clean down there?

He shudders with unpleasant thoughts fidgeting inside of his head.

“Those are both of our words, you brat. Now go say it. You’re pissing me off,” Sukuna growls.

Yuuji swears he pops a vein inside of his head. “Stay away from Fushiguro, you creep! He’s mine!”

“Tuna Tuna,” Toge calls, breaking Yuuji’s mental conversation with Sukuna. He’s already eaten all of his bread, and the leftover crumbs dance on his ceramic plate. Yuuji scratches his head. He’s never asking Sukuna for advice again. Toge points to Megumi, points to Yuuji, makes a heart with his hands and raises an eyebrow.

It takes a moment for Yuuji to realize what Toge is trying to convey to him with just limited speech alone, and he even scrunches his nose while glaring at Toge. Toge furrows his eyebrows, makes a hole with his right finger, sticks his pointer finger out with his left finger, and pushes his finger inside the hole. Toge even wriggles it, and Yuuji can swear this little shit is smiling due to his violet eyes creeking up. Yuuji’s jaw drops.

He shakes his head furiously, because how did Toge even know? “No! No, no way! That's insane! You’re being weird!”

“What’s insane?”

Yuuji thinks his spine has a separate mind of its own when it shivers from the tall presence that stands next to him. He sees Toge’s eyes widen, and quickly puts his hands on the table so Megumi wouldn’t see that repulsive gesture he was doing. Yuuji’s eyes lock with Toge’s once more, and he can see Toge pleading for help.

Why does Yuuji always have to be the one to lie?

“Uh,” Yuuji twists his back so he can get a better look at Megumi who just loves to tower over him. Angling his neck up, he sees the way Megumi’s deep blue eyes are narrow once more, staring bullets down into Yuuj and oh god, his stare is dangerous, intimidating. Yuuji feels like Megumi is ripping his flesh apart, bones cracking in an ensemble with beautiful music of crack crack crack playing inside of him.

Yuuji thinks he’s being fucked sideways with a javelin. “Er…” he mumbles, and he considers asking Sukuuna for help, but he really can’t rely on that stupid demon for help. Yuuji’s eyes dart to the side for a second, and Toge is still looking at him with those blasted eyes. Yuuji’s lips crank up in an awful, awkward smile when he looks back up at Megumi. Those penetrating blues never left his own, and they’re like lie detectors searching for any fallacies inside of Yuuji.

“Just… ya know,” Yuuji starts, and pulls out the shittiest lie he knows. “Stuff. Boy Code, trademarked. Top secret. Like… the government in America,”

“What kind of shit…” Sukuna interjects. “What do you even know about America’s government?”

“They don’t have free healthcare, I heard. And they have something called reptilians,” Yuuji responds back. He’s seen a few movies about Americans when he was playing dead inside of the basement in the depths. Apparently birds are spies and the government controls the weather. Or atleast, that’s what the people on TikTok say. Americans are kind of weird. “Wait, or is it the United States?”

Sukuna scoffs. “Don’t ask me, you dumb boy. When I take over this stupid body I’ll go over to that shitty country and see for myself,”

Well, at least Sukuna is being a bit easier on him today.

Yuuji hears Toge try to suppress a laugh and he hurriedly stands up to grab his plate, and speeds over to the kitchen, leaving Yuuji all alone with Megumi. Megumi is still staring at him, and Yuuji knows that his bullshit of a lie is unbelievable.

“...Right,” Megumi husks, leaning lower so he’s eye-level with Yuuji. That gaze bores into him like millions of eyes are plastered on the prison that’s known as four walls, staring into Yuuji’s chasms of vulnerabilities. They scrutinize, and Yuuji can’t even back up because of the frozen veils that are placed under his skin. 

At this proximity, Yuuji’s dick twitches again, and he really doesn’t need that boner. Just something about Megumi’s quiet dominance that shrivels Yuuji up like a prune just does many things to him that he’s not comfortable with saying out loud. It’s always the quiet ones, with their jet black hair and that pretty face with lithe arms, and –

Silence falls over them, blanketing the two like thick piles of snow, but even under that thickness, Yuuji can still hear his heart hammering against his chest. It bangs at his ribcage, it screams at his lungs to just breathe, but all Yuuji can do is hold his breath as he feels Megumi’s eyes puncture inside Yuuji.

“Ever heard of eye-fucking?” Sukuna asks inside of his head. “He’s eye-fucking you right now. He’s gonna bend you over the table and blow your back out in like, two seconds,”

Yuuji manages to gulp down that chunky saliva he’s been holding subconsciously and tries not to give any sort of reaction to what Sukuna just relayed to him. The way Megumi is leaning over allows his loose shirt to dip just slightly, and Yuuji’s peripherals catch the small amount of pale skin and a nub of pink – holy shit, that’s his nipple.

It takes every bit of self restraint and his disintegrating integrity to not let himself go and feast his eyes on the candy that lay just under Megumi’s chin. Yuuji’s insides are quivering and jesus fuck, Megumi’s eyes aren’t leaving him at all. There are no words for Yuuji to say, his tongue is held between two fingers like a semblance of mocking.

“Are you lying to me?” Megumi questions in the silence that pervades the empty dining room. He tilts his head with those eyebrows furrowed.

Okay, technically, Yuuji is not lying by saying it’s top secret. He mentally notes to curse Toge later for leaving him alone with Megumi. He shakes his head, finally being granted the magic of mobility. “No… it’s top secret, Fushiguro!”

Top secret, trademarked. Meaning, Yuuji wants Megumi to fuck him until he can’t walk. Slap him a little, maybe choke him. Tie him up a bit. Maybe use those shadow clones, too. Just a usual Friday morning. 

Megumi frowns and pulls away just slightly, crossing his arms. Damn, now Yuuji isn’t able to use Megumi’s nipple as eye candy. “Your eyes tell me you’re lying, Itadori,”

Yuuji grumbles, grabbing his tray of food to stand up. Maybe the world is against him today, because why is everyone so curious? Megumi maneuvers out of the way so Yuuji can walk to the kitchen, almost tripping over his feet and trying to balance the tray. Yuuji grits his teeth when he hears Megumi snicker a bit, shooting him a glare.

“Stop laughing. And what are you, the eye master or something?” Yuuji steps into the kitchen and sets the tray on the counter beside the sink, wood clinking against the marble to make a noise in the intervals of silence. Yuuji turns around and stuffs his hands into his pockets when he sees Megumi standing in front of him. He still has that knowing look inside of his eyes that makes Yuuji shrivel and morph into himself.

Megumi sighs, running a hand through those jet-black locks. “Body language. Are you going to tell me what this top secret thing is? Also, move. You’re blocking the sink,”

“He’s so demanding,” Yuuji can hear Sukuna snickering in the depths of his throne. “Be a good boy and obey him, you dog,”

Yuuji clicks his tongue and maneuvers to the side so Megumi can fulfill his duty of washing the dishes. His eyes boggle out of his sockets in a twinge at the sight of Megumi rolling up the sleeves of his gray shirt, cloth crinkling against those forearms. He’s not insanely built, by any means. He’s comfortably lean and his veins protrude out of his pale skin in such a microscopic manner when he’s washing Yuuji’s remaining cutlery.

Megumi’s mannerisms are calculated, endearingly so. He presses the sponge into the deepest crevices of the bowl, the cup, the tray so he can clean it out in earnest. He even puts his well-trimmed nails to the test by scraping any bits of leftover food that’s too stubborn to be washed off regularly. Water droplets drip down his fingers, shining those long delicacies in gleam and oh god–

“So, what’s this top secret thing?” Megumi inquires while participating in his task, and that topic sneakily left the doors of Yuuji's mind when his eyes were too busy gawking at Megumi’s arms. It’s nothing that he hasn’t seen before, with training and all, but with that wet dream he had, his Megumi senses ramp up and they tingle in his ears.

Yuuji looks to the side, and suddenly finds the silly dog mug that belongs to Gojo very interesting. “You’re so nosy,” He says, and looks up at the beige cabinets that line the low ceiling. “It’s called a secret for a reason. You can’t know,”

He hears Megumi grumble and the sounds of water shutting off with the clinks of dishes. “And why can’t I know?”

“Because I want you to fuck me!” Sukuna cackles inside of his head. “Say it, brat. Entertain me a little. I’m so bored of your shit,”

Yuuji shifts on his feet and shoots any suggestive fantasies that Sukuna birthed inside of his brain. He goes up and down on his tiptoes, and it gives him a soothing pill for his swirling anxiety. “Cuz’ you just can’t,”

“You’re acting weird,” Megumi sighs, and Yuuji looks back at him, only to be met with a deepening frown and tired navy eyes. 

Yuuji scratches his head, fingers digging too far into his scalp. “Am not. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it!”

He feels like he’s a file harvesting thousands of papers, bursting at the seams. And he feels like Megumi is going through each and every one of those files to pluck out what he wants. Because Megumi is just like that – perceptive, and his eyes leer to the nooks and crannies that is Yuuji’s consciousness. He tightens up when Megumi looks at him up and down.

He crosses his arms like a disappointed father. “Has anyone ever told you how bad of a liar you are?”

“Has anyone ever told you to stop being so nosy?” Yuuji retorts back, his eyes digging into Megumi’s piercing ones. He’d rather combust than to have Megumi find out about his undying horniness and lust, and it’s already enough that Toge knows. They stay locked in each others eyes, a fit of frustration and humiliation. 

Until a voice rings out. 

“Has anyone ever told you two to stop eye-fucking?!” Nobara comes into vision, her silver hammer over her shoulder and dressed in her training clothes. She puts a hand on her hip as Megumi turns around to face her.“Seriously, you guys argue like an old married couple!”

Yeah. This was going to be a long day.

-

Yuuji honestly never understood the appeal of a threeway. Two people are enough for sex. He’s watched a plethora of porn, and once watched a threesome. But he’s not into it.

Until he sees Megumi’s shadow clones during training.

Sitting on the grass under a tree where the shade is just right, Toge whips his head to Yuuji when he chokes on the ice cold water. The frigid temperature tickles Yuuji’s throat, equivalent to icicles digging into his neck. Toge pats his back while he wretches from the sight of not one, but two Megumis.

Shadow Megumi looks like a carbon copy of ghost-like skin with that erratic gloomy hair, and if it weren’t for the small wisps of darkness that emanate off of the clone's body, Yuuji genuinely would get mixed up in telling who was who. Yuuji squeezes his water bottle and sets it on the grass while the condensation cries inside of his palm in wicked tears of cold rime.

Megumi is training against Maki, using his clone as a distraction so he can go in for the punch. But Maki is just Maki, and she quickly slashes at the clone with her bamboo sword before swiveling back to whack Megumi. The shadow disintegrates into the inky depths to hibernate for the time being when Megumi is knocked down on the dirt.

Well, he got his extra eye candy while it lasted. What a shame.

“Tuna, Tuna,” Toge nudges Yuuji’s shoulder.

He turns to his companion in a sulk, and notices Toge holding up his phone and pointing at the screen. Yuuji tilts his head, understanding the memo before reaching into his back pocket so he can grab his own phone. His screen of Jennifer Lawrence lights up, and he’s confronted with a message from Toge.

Yuuji’s ears twitch when he hears Megumi and Maki conversate about whatever is fine and dandy in the world, and he grumbles while Toge giggles, and opens the text.

Inumaki Toge

So what did you think about Fushiguro’s shadow clones?

He whines, setting his phone on the grass. What did he think about Megumi’s shadow clones? The first time he saw them, which was approximately six minutes ago, seven in counting, the thoughts inside of his head were just screaming, “Threesome. Threesome! Threesome?”

Burying his fantasies six feet under for the time being, Yuuji thinks it’s a great stretch of power for Megumi. He can control them pretty well, and Yuuji thinks back to when Megumi would always give his shikigami orders. It’s ferocious in a way that it is endearing, and maybe Yuuji is just a pathetic boy with an upcoming boner wriggling in his training shorts, but he’s only a horny teenager.

“It’s…” Yuuji cranes his neck, and really tries not to imagine Megumi giving his clone orders on what to do with Yuuji.

“Go rough. Make sure you fill him up real good,” Yuuji can imagine the clone pounding him harder from the behind while he lays on Megumi’s chest. Hearing that sultry voice heed out commands does more hard than good. Within that cloud of playful imaginary scenarios, Yuuji roughly shakes his head like a purification ritual.

“Good… power. Yeah,” he mumbles, and already feels a bit warm at the thought of being sandwiched between the two Megumi’s. Fuck. They could slap him and pass him between the two like a fucktoy–

Okay. He’s jumping the gun. 

The sunlight blares through the leaves of the trees above, and he can see Megumi and Maki getting ready to spar again. If he sees Megumi’s clone again, Yuuji thinks that he might lose it. Thinks he might just explode and all of the sexual fantasies will paint the world in instinctual red. Actually, that sounds horrible.

“Fish flakes,” Toge furrows his eyebrows in frustration.

“Fine, fine,” Yuuji flops to the ground so that the blue sky will be his salvation from the cruel world of his imprisoned and fried brain. He gives up. Maybe he can rely on Toge just once. “It’s hot. Want him to throw me, like, against a wall so he can just have his way with me. His clone, too,”

His ears pick up on the faint laughs from Toge, and he feels his hair being ruffled. “Tuna Mayo!”

Yuuji shakes his head, leaning into the touch of Toge’s fingers threading inside of his pink locks. It feels nice, and he closes his eyes, the blacks welcoming his vision. “Can’t… that’s kind of weird. Don’t think something like that would ever happen,”

Behind his lids are the shadows of Megumi disappearing into dusk.

-

Yuuji calls himself many things.

Athletic. Horny. Strong. Cool. 

And utterly, diabolically fucked.

It only happened thirty minutes ago where Yuuji’s fate was unfortunately sealed. It was a mission accompanied by Nobara and Megumi inside of an abandoned hotel, crawling with small fry and a grade 1 curse. Their lethalness wasn’t anything to be serious about, and with only a few open wounds scattering their bodies in dripping blood, they managed to defeat the curse with Nobara’s resonance and Megumi’s Nue.

Yuuji, however, was distracted and found himself being punched by the curse before it was exercised, resulting in him leaning against the wall while the black dots of reality played inside of his eyes. What was he distracted by, you may be wondering? Fushiguro fucking Megumi and his clones, as well as his black ocean of an incomplete domain expansion.

He saw the ferality in his mouth in the way that it crept up into the sides of his cheeks, saw the roughness of his actions from his cursed tool gashing at the monster, eyes swirling in bloody red. Yuuji saw how his other clone was honing the exact same artless and crazed sentiments. One was enough, but two is overkill.

He can take a punch, but Megumi was insistent in patching him up. So there they were, inside Yuuji's room, sitting on his bed. Megumi’s fingers danced on Yuuji’s arms like spiders when cleaning up the gashes on his skin, and Yuuji’s spine fizzled with coldness. The dimness of his bedside lamp protruded small oranges on Megumi’s fair skin and played with his eyelashes. Yuuji gulped at the proximity, locking his eyes at his chocolate door, closed from the world beyond.

Maybe he should go to the doctor for bearing such a high libido, because being touched by your male best friend shouldn’t turn you on. Megumi silence allowed for the room to saturate in the music of utter aphonia. The wet noises of the cotton ball connecting to tan skin made a home without their two voices.

Yuuji shifted, biting his lip when Megumi gripped his arm to hold him still.

“Stop moving,” Megumi clicked his tongue. “I’m almost done,”

Yuuji grumbled, closing his eyes and opened his mouth to say, “Okay,” but instead –

“I want you to fuck me.”

Yuuji’s eyes shot open, whipping his head to look at Megumi, who looked just as surprised. Megumi pulled back as those navy eyes twitched in disbelief, pink lips wobbling. The aura of the room which was once permeating with the humiliation of Yuuji’s horniness alone was then replaced with a tension that clawed at Yuuji’s insides.

Megumi eyebrows were raised, and furrowed that caused lines of creases on his forehead. Yuuji saw the way his Adam apple bobbed out when he swallowed.

“...What did you just say?” Megumi’s voice cracked, tumbling like weeds inside of a garden of love. Yuuji shuffled, already feeling the hardness coming to fruition.

What the hell just came out of his mouth?

“I… want you to fuck me?” Yuuji spoke again, but that’s not what he wanted to say. His words were coming out in automated messages, translating what he wanted to say into something entirely different. Panic shot through his veins, and the bullets of fear split his blood vessels in half. Yuuji shook his head furiously, and he felt how the lids of his eyes were being stretched into the depths of the universe.

What the hell is happening?!

This candidness was never something that he held so close to his chest. Megumi’s face morphed into disgust. “Are you joking?”

No! But, yes?

Yuuji must think the gods are playing in his favor when he feels the back of his hand stretch out, forming into an evil grin. Sukuna cackled, his red eye peering into Yuuji’s soul.

“Oh, this is so fun,” Sukuna mused. “Say something again, brat. I wanna test out my theory!”

Yuuji could see the way Megumi’s shoulders tensed up into the atmosphere, becoming a caged hermit in the snow of exiles. He bit his lip, and tried to say what he wanted to say, but it suddenly came out as, “Please throw me against the wall and have your way with me,”

He slapped a hand over his mouth in utter humiliation while Sukuna burst out laughing. Shame crinkled into bits of dust and mingled inside of his veins, and he just wanted to die. Bury him alive. He’s already seen enough. Did he really just tell his best friend that he wants to be fucked?

Megumi frowned, an unexplainable emotion on his face. Apart from the fact that he looked outright disgusted, Yuuji couldn’t feel the tendrils of anger or shame that he thought he would. 

“Itadori, what’s–” Megumi began to ask, but was interrupted by Sukuna’s obnoxious voice, leaking with taunt.

“He can’t speak properly,” Sukuna started, grinning and bearing those fang-like teeth. “So lemme explain it to you as the King of Curses.”

Megumi fisted the sheets, glaring at Yuuji’s hand. The intense gaze was like a catalyst that ignited the heat circuits within Yuuji. Dominance like that had no right in striking those sensitive chords that are Yuuji’s horniness, but to say that his dick twitching at the slightest hints of being wrecked did feel good.

“And how can I trust you?” Megumi crossed his arms. “Whatever you’re doing to Itadori, stop. It’s not funny,”

Sukuna grumbled. “Awh, are you in love with him or something?” Sukuna’s laugh echoed off of the walls, reminiscent of his own voice that bangs within the interior of Yuuji’s skull. “Anywho, this stupid brat got distracted during your mission, and you saw how he got hit by that curse, yes?”

Distant memories played within Yuuji’s head at the pain of being knocked against a wall, but he didn’t feel any aftereffects of it. His head throbbed, and that was all. Megumi pursed his lips, nodding.

“He’s experiencing an aftereffect that alters his language,” Yuuji’s ears caught on to everything that Sukuna was saying, and it’s one of the very few times where Sukuna is actually being helpful. Yuuji glanced at Megumi who was staring at Yuuji’s hand that harbored Sukuna’s mouth. Focused and attentive with those bangs covering parts of his eyes. Yuuji gulped before locking eyes with Sukuna once again.

Get it together, Yuuji!

“So, rather than the aftereffects blocking his ability to lie, it forces him to spill out his truest and deepest desires. That’s why he’s asking you to fuck you,” Sukuna explains, and Yuuji tenses up with the last part. He desperately wants to refute, but with the information that’s being presented, he’ll end up saying such ridiculous things.

“It’s like a truth pill, or something,” Sukuna mumbles out. “Anyway, it won’t go away if you don’t give this brat what he wants,”

Yuuji didn’t believe in miracles, or anything like that. But he can’t help but think that this might be an unfortunate dream come true. However, having to shoulder the thought of Megumi knowing that Yuuji has the hots for him, Yuuji would rather die. And plus, Megumi might not even think of Yuuji that way.

Yuuji shuts his eyes. Just why did he have to get hit with that curse? The blacks behind his lids replay that scene of him gawking at Megumi’s prowess. And the sudden horniness that cascades into his wrist like a handcuff. His breath stutters at the thoughts of restraint.

“Go on, brat. Tell him what you want. It should be easier, now that you have a curse placed upon you,” Sukuna budges him, but Yuuji just shakes his head rapidly. There’s no way that Megumi could ever possibly know, and even if he did, even if Megumi was okay with it, there’s no way that they could go back to being friends. That connection that Yuuji holds tightly inside of his palms, if it were severed, how would he react to his heart shattering?

Hell, he’d rather have his sexual desires unmet if it meant he could keep the things between him and Megumi the same.

“Itadori,” Megumi lowers the harshness in his voice. “You– you can tell me what you need, you know. I’m not gonna judge. It’s not gonna go away if you don’t get what you want, so just tell me,”

Yuuji sighed. There’s no way to get out of this one. Sukuna hums at his obedience, receding into the tan color of his hands before Yuuji opened his eyes, looking at Megumi.

If there’s one thing that he knows, it is that his grandpa didn’t raise him to be a pussy. Well, now he was acting on his own accord, but better late than ever. Megumi gulped, and Yuuji forfeited what it’s like to be a normal boy.

“Please–” Yuuji mumbled. “I need you to fuck me. Like, like right now,”

Pinks dusted on Megumi’s pale cheeks, creeping up to the tips of his ears as he shifted uncomfortably.  “Are– are you sure?”

God damnit. Yuuji frowned, trying to ignore how his dick was screaming in pulsing throbs.

“Fushiguro, if you don’t fuck me right now, my dick will literally explode,” Yuuji cringed at the raging thoughts that swirled into the manifestations of his words, He always thought that his fantasies were normal inside of his mind, but them being translated into real life made it sound so much worse. 

He could hear Megumi sigh. “Fine, fine,” Megumi bit his lip, eyes trailing around the room before landing back on Yuuji’s. Yuuji shivered, being under Megumi’s gaze was like fodder for his cock. Megumi slumped his shoulders, scratching at the back of his neck. “Come. Come here,”

“Oooh, it’s getting to the good part,” Sukuna reverted inside of his head as Yuuji crawled over to Megumi, whose back was against the headboard. Yuuji’s movements were glitched while he rested in Megumi’s lap, feeling something poke between the cheeks of his ass. “No way, he’s hard!” Sukuna giggled, equivalent to a schoolgirl.

Yuuji trembled while Megumi set one of his hands on Yuuji’s waist, his other hand grabbing Yuuji’s chin with his thumb and pointer finger. An action like this caused Yuuji to look directly into Megumi’s eyes, the navies blending with darkness. A sense of concern was veiled behind such colors, and Megumi trailed his thumb across Yuuji’s lip.

His eyes went back and forth from Yuuji’s eyes to his lips, and he angled his head like the final puzzle piece to make Yuuji whole again. “Are you sure you want this?”

Yuuji nodded exponentially, because if he spoke, all of his unruly desires would splatter on the floor.

“Use your words. I need to know, please,” Megumi husked out.

“Ooh shit. He’s really testing you, brat,” Yuuji could imagine Sukuna eating popcorn up inside of his throne. “He’s so hot and polite,”

Yuuji calls himself many things.

Cool. Athletic. Strong. Fucked. Horny.

He would never take himself for being submissive until he melts in Megumi’s grasp, clawing at his black shirt. 

“Please–” Yuuji whines. “I– I really need you to kiss me right now. I need you to fuck me, please please , just have your way with me, I don’t care anymore–”

A broken record would sound more appealing than whatever is spilling out of his mouth, and he can’t control it. Megumi furrows his eyebrows, tilts Yuuji’s head with those insanely long fingers and connects their lips. Yuuji moans quietly at the softness that Megumi gives him, and lithe fingers trail to the back of Yuuji’s neck to play with the fuzz of his undercut.

Yuuji shivers at the tingling sensation, leaning deeper into the kiss, saliva slicking their lips to make for a cleaner makeout session. Yuuji’s head is traveling in the high clouds above where he shouts his absolute need to get wrecked endlessly. Megumi’s tongue poked at his seams, making Yuuji whimper while a wet tongue slowly entered his mouth.

His wet dreams shatter into reality, peeling those layers of his fantasies back so they could meet the real world. Yuuji uses his own tongue to tangle with Megumi’s, coating each of their shared muscles with wetness that amps up to levels of heat. Levels of pleasure spike within Yuuji when Megumi palms at his hardened cock through his sweatpants. He retreats his tongue, allowing Megumi to claim ownership of his mouth.

His walls sweat with Megumi’s saliva as his tongue licks at his teeth, the roof, in an almost ferocious manner. Yuuji’s fingernails dig into Megumi’s shirt when he pulls back, creating space between them.

“Fuck…” Megumi groans, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Itadori…”

Yuuji bucks his hips into Megumi’s hand that fondles his cock, attempting to gain some friction. He’s horny, jesus fuck. He needs Megumi to play into all of his little kinks and shameful desires. “F-Fushiguro…” Heaving, he rests his forehead on Megumi’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. “Please– Please– I need you to be rough with me–”

He can feel Megumi’s grip on his waist tighten, nails biting into Yuuji’s skin through his thin shirt, equivalent to being serrated. Yuuji’s limbs fell into the calamity of being created like jelly, floppy with flexibility, held within Megumi’s arms. The humid essence of being so close to Megumi makes him whine, darting his tongue to slaver clear liquids all over Megumi’s pallid neck.

Megumi keens, using his hands that cup Yuuji’s shoulders to push him away. A mewl falls out of Yuuji’s lips, dreading the lamentation of his hunger not being fed. He grinds his hips, rutting against Megumi so that he could give himself the spiking intervals of coursing pleasure. 

“Get– Get on your back,” with a command, Megumi palms Yuuji’s chest, putting pressure on where his heart is and pushes down. Yuuji obeys and uses his own body to lean back into the sheets, velvety silks brushing against his shirt. Megumi telling him what to do shouldn’t fill him with eroticism that much, for it was such a simple order. But his dick twitched in fermenting tempo at the thoughts of Megumi being rough.

Yuuji could shrivel up when Megumi’s eyes inspected his pliant form. Reacting to his own humiliation, Yuuji covered his mouth with the back of his hand and looked to the side. He wasn’t even naked, but he felt like Megumi was undressing him within that navy color.

“You are such a prude,” sneering, Sukuna husked out a small, choked laugh in his head.

“Could you take your pants off?” Megumi’s voice rippled in a low cadence while he was rustling through his bedside drawer. Yuuji’s heart seized, and reality finally hit him: Oh shit, they were actually going to do this.

Yuuji bit his knuckle, and suddenly he feels like a bunny in the eyes of a wolf. Or better yet, he feels like he’s failed a math quiz when everyone else passed. The burning that kissed his ears wouldn’t let up, and his lips wobbled. He wasn’t scared. Well, maybe? 

Megumi’s fingers played with the lube and condoms, dancing through his crevices. A small tinge of pink dusted his cheeks, and he looked at Yuuji.

“...Are you going to take your pants off?” Megumi cocked his head, disappointment coloring his pretty features.

“Uh– yeah! Anything for you,” Yuuji choked on stolen language and hurriedly sat up, hands shaking while his fingers hooked under his hem. He knows his mind shouldn’t connect things unrelated to the present, but he really feels like he’s in a horror movie and he’s trying to undo a lock while a serial killer is chasing after him. He gulped, peeling his pants off of him and setting it neatly to the side.

He sat placid, only in his boxers.

Wait.

“Are those… Spiderman boxers?” Megumi questioned, eyebrows raised in such a curious fashion. Yuuji pinched the bridge of his nose, incoherent sounds escaping his mouth. His boxers were bright red, dazzled with the figures of Spiderman all around the cloth. Somewhere inside of his mind, he could hear the clatter of skulls from Sukuna falling from laughter.

Yuuji shut his lips, nodding to replace the dirty things he would be forced to say. Oh Jesus, now Megumi might think less of him. But these boxers are way too comfortable, and it ensures sleep, (and raging boners in the morning because of wet dreams), and they’re cute enough so that no one could see. 

“Uh,” Megumi makes a silly noise, trying to suppress a laugh. “Um, can you take those off too?”

Oh my gosh. They’re actually going to do this.

Yuuji hesitates before beginning to take off his shameful boxers as well. Throughout the time of undressing, Yuuji’s insides were shaking from the way Megumi kept his gaze on him. Could he not look at Yuuji as his own dick pops out from underneath the clothing? 

“This is so boring,” Sukuna complains, mocking. “He’s supposed to take your clothes off. Or does he get off on telling you what to do?”

Yuuji doesn’t know. And to be fair, Sukuna is right. Or maybe his undying horniness and the need to be ravaged speak for him. The bed dips when Megumi spreads Yuuji’s legs and settles between, and Megumi opens the bottle of lube.

Shit, shit shit shit–! 

Maybe this is all wrong. Yuuji’s mouth is hung down in the air when Megumi turns the bottle upside down, uses his two long fingers, and–

“Okay, stop stop stop!” Right when Megumi was about to slather the lube on his fingers, Yuuji’s cheek stretches and Sukuna’s mouth appears once again. Yuuji sees the way Megumi freezes, eyes boggling as he turns the bottle of lube up right. Sukuna hisses. “You two are a bunch of fucking virgins. This is an eyesore!”

Megumi frowns, looking at Yuuji with concern. 

“This is kiddie-level sex! This brat doesn’t want that!” Sukuna spits out, and Yuuji is humiliated once more. “Listen here, blessing.” Sukuna leers at Megumi. “Clearly, you aren’t being forward enough! Have those books you’ve read taught you nothing?!”

Megumi clicks his tongue, closing the cap of the bottle with a resounding snap. Yuuji yelps when Megumi leans in closer, wrapping his fingers around Yuuji’s throbbing hard cock. He smears the pre-cum with his thumb, slick making it easier, and Megumi begins to pump slowly. Yuuji stifles a whimper, because why the hell is Megumi jacking him off when Sukuna is with them?

“Since this idiot can’t grow enough balls to say it,” Sukuna begins, completely ignoring the effect of pleasure that Megumi is dawning onto Yuuji. He bites the fingernail on his thumb when Megumi squeezes, long fingers trailing over his veins. “He wants you. Like, batshit crazy. He wants you to slap him, choke him. All that kinky shit!”

Megumi makes a guttural moan in the back of his throat, wrist jerking in shock and Yuuji moans at the sensation of sudden roughness. Yuuji covered his mouth, shutting his eyes in utter disgrace. That small hiccup ceased Megumi’s movements on Yuuji’s cock.

“He… he what?” Megumi’s words come out in glitched temperaments. Sukuna grumbles. He opens his mouth, but Yuuji’s sick of Sukuna’s self-appeased “help”.

“I want you to fuck me!” Yuuji begins, digging his hand into the sheets. “Like, like really rough! I want you to use that shadow clone, and – and tie me up, and just pound me!”

Yuuji covers his face so he wouldn’t have to see Megumi’s dreaded reaction. His mouth runs on autopilot, blabbing on and on. “You're just – just so, I don’t know, hot! And if you don’t fuck me with your clone right this second, I don’t think I can take it anymore!”

Sukuna’s loud laugh permeates the four walls, painting it with hostility and evilness. “See? This brat can’t keep his dick in his pants. You know what to do, blessing!”

Yuuji’s brain is going up, down, left and right with the way everything happened so abruptly. It tumbles into an uneven dance, twirling round and round. Going haywire, and doesn’t go away when Yuuji hears Megumi click his tongue and begins to jerk Yuuji off once more, hand going up and down in rapid motions.

Yuuji yelps, arching his back and Sukuna disappears into his cheek. Yuuji prattles, muscles shifting when he palms Megumi’s shoulder with his hand to gain stability for the pleasure that courses through his veins. “Fushi… Fushiguro–!”

He moans while the noises of slick slick slick creates a symphony that pivots around his ears, his pocketed whimpers only increasing in amplification. He leans his head back when Megumi thumbs his tip, his insides blooming with stimulation. He pants, and Megumi doesn’t say anything, just continues his work. Yuuji can see the way his cobalt eyes narrow, piercing gazes and lips sealed in a line.

Handjobs are mediocre, at best. And Yuuji has jerked off hundreds of times, but the feeling of Megumi’s skilled fingers pumping him just takes handjobs to a different level. Having someone else touch you – the person that causes all of your boners tending to your needs is throwing Yuuji in a doozy.

He feels stupid just from the pleasure that coils in his abdomen alone, and his head is so high above the clouds that he almost doesn’t feel a presence lingering behind him.

Almost.

“H-Huh…?” Yuuji whines, angling his head behind him, and his eyes land on another Fushiguro Megumi.

His eyes bore into his, before wrapping his built arms around Yuuji’s waist and starts to attack his neck with his lips. Yuuji moans, sandwiched between the two Megumi’s and he feels like his wildest dreams are fizzling into fruition. Perhaps Yuuji was way too wrapped up inside of his head to notice Megumi summoning one of his clones, but the element of surprise does something to his brain.

Shadow Megumi sucks on Yuuji’s neck, swirling saliva with his tongue before suckling once more. At the same time, the real Megumi continues his motions on Yuuji’s dick, and the pleasure tightens inside of his abdomen from the double bliss that was being bestowed upon him. 

“Fushiguro…! I-I’m–” Yuuji whimpers when Shadow Megumi bites down on his neck, the pain shaking hands with pleasure, running off into the sunset that was Yuuji’s innermost dreams. His whimpers begin to exceed when Megumi pumps him faster, and a myriad of feelings crash like building inside of Yuuji’s head before the meteor of heat drops on him – cumming on the spot.

Yuuji moans, shivering in place, denying the act of mobility from the arms that are wrapped around his waist. The thick strings of white cum shoot out of him, picturing Yuuji’s abdomen and Megumi’s hands with translucent pearls of a crescent moon. Yuuji groans at the sight of seeing his cum splattered on Megumi’s fingers when he lets go of Yuuji’s throbbing cock. They gleam in the iridescent orange glow of the dim lamp when Megumi flexes his fingers.

The stimulation Yuuji feels comes to a low, only being activated thanks to Shadow Megumi making love to his neck. Yuuji’s eyes are blown wide when Megumi stares straight into him, lifting his fingers to Yuuji’s mouth, pressing against his lips.

“Clean me up, Itadori,” Megumi’s tone darkens. Yuuji trembles, because what the fuck? His spent cock twitches again even after cumming, and he parts his lips. Megumi shoves his fingers inside, and the aftertastes of saltiness cause Yuuji to scrunch his nose. Like an obedient dog, he laps Megumi's cum-stained fingers.

“You’re disgusting,” Sukuna revolts inside of his head, clicking his tongue. “To think my vessel is a slut. How humiliating,”

Yuuji’s muffled moans play inside of the air. Megumi shoves his fingers deeper inside, and Yuuji begins to choke. “How bad do you want this?” Megumi asks, and through blurry vision, with the tears lining Yuuji’s eyelids, he begins to nod ferociously. Saliva morphs and drips down Yuuji’s chin while he works his tongue overtime, pressing the muscle into Megumi’s fingers to drink his own cum.

It is rancid, perhaps. In the way that he puckers up and eats himself – his fluids, like how his heart ingests his own blood. Crimson tinging like a sunset's hue, Yuuji closes his eyes and allows the utter piquancy to fissure like bubbling soda on the upside of his tongue. He swallows down that thickness with an incredible gulp, and Megumi takes out his fingers.

Spit shimmers on those pale digits, twinkling like stars in a departed sky. “Cute,” he whispers, before tucking the blushes of Yuuji’s strands behind his ear. Shadow Megumi preens with his onslaughts, lapping at Yuuji’s neck with the wetness of a thousand seas before he disconnects his lips from Yuuji’s bruised skin.

“Fushiguro, Fushiguro, please,” Yuuji uses his nails to claw at Megumi’s wrinkled shirt from all of his clinging, pinching the cloth between his two fingers. Though his horniness was only increasing even after his orgasm. He feels Shadow Megumi’s chin land on his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Megumi hums, tapping Yuuji’s cheek. “Can you get on your knees?”

Sukuna scoffs inside of him. “Still so polite. As always,” he grumbles like a child who ceased getting what they want. “I guess it adds to his whole hotness factor. Get on your knees, brat!”

Sukuna’s terror still shrieks like drops of inducing paranoia inside of Yuuji’s soul, he can’t not become used to his ravaging teasings. Yuuji nods, placid and languidly. Megumi looks beyond Yuuji’s shoulder. “Uh… let him go,”

Yuuji feels the lightness kissing his waist when two arms free itself from their impending prisoner of skin, and Megumi backs up to let Yuuji move in liberation. It feels somewhat… too vulnerable when Yuuji shifts himself so that the sheets dip when his knees dig into the soft silk. His palms follow suit, and now his vision is obscured with the gray of his bed.

“Catch,” he hears Megumi say, and senses the presence of an object thrown over him. He hears a dreaded click when he looks up at Megumi, straining his neck to plead to a god. Megumi sheds his pants akin to a snake birthing a new life, pale legs meshing with the jet black of his boxers. Yuuji drools at the bulge that permeates the cloth, and thinks that Megumi should garner a sense of hubris that stakes humanity.

Yuuji squeaks when a coldness protrudes at his entrance, the pads of Shadow Megumi’s fingers taunting around the rim of his hole.

Wait, wait wait–!

“Don’t worry, brat,” Sukuna coos to relax Yuuji’s deepened fears. “I cleaned it for you. So no scary stuff will happen,”

How the hell?! 

Megumi peels off his boxers, undoing those layers and his cock blooms out freely, already leaking with precum. Like rolling springtides, Megumi’s tip blossoms in cotton candy pink with the vestiges of creamy, opaque white. He’s a good 6 inches, not too wide, but not too skinny. Ivory veins blend with his paleness. Sighing, Megumi threads his fingers in Yuuji’s hair, interwoven in delicacies that turn into madness. Yuuji whimpers when Shadow Megumi’s fingers trickle inside of him.

“Careful,” Megumi warns. “Do it slowly for now,”

Shadow Megumi heeds his masters request, and whines patter against the sweet aroma of the air when Yuuji feels a single finger enter his hole. The extensive amount of lube allows leaves no pain, only the tingling and odd feeling inside of his ass. He’s never fingered himself before, and the sensation is an all-encompassing sense of unprecedented oddity. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels… weird. Are fingers supposed to go in an asshole? He doesn’t know! He’s never had sex with a guy!

His own neglected cock bobs desperately against his stomach when Megumi tightens his grip on Yuuji’s hair, probing fingers inside of his scalp. 

“Think you can take both of us?” Megumi asks him, guiding his cock to Yuuji’s lips.

“Yes, yes, yes yes,” he whines, words automatically said for him. Perhaps this curse did a lucky favor on him. “Please, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass, please please–”

He can see Megumi bite his lip. “You’re getting a bit ahead of yourself,” he husks, tapping his cock against Yuuji’s cheek. “Open up for me,” Yuuji obeys, unlocking his lips for the grand prize. Megumi tugs at Yuuji’s hair, guiding his cock into Yuuji’s mouth. “Add another finger,”

Yuuji’s moans get interrupted when his mouth is stuffed full of Megumi’s cock, and thanks to his gag reflex, he’s able to be pressed into Megumi’s trimmed pubes. The fingers inside of him turn to two, and the burning sensation of the inevitable stretch leaves pleasure shaking through his bones. Yuuji can’t use both of his hands to count how many experiences of pleasure he had attained before like a glowering gem, but nothing can compare to this.

His back arches when Shadow Megumi presses a spot inside of him that no one else but any sorts of variations Megumi could ever possibly touch. Yuuji moans around Megumi’s dick at the heights of pleasure and the zaps of pain. He begins to suck, cock filling his walls. He’s never sucked a dick before, so he replicates what people do in porn. Somewhere inside of him wretches in disgust, “Why am I sucking a guy's dick? I’m straight!” , but he shakes in bliss of how warm Megumi’s cock feels inside of his mouth. “Yeah, I’d suck Megumi’s dick any day of the week. 24/7,”

“Do you not have a gag reflex?” Megumi enquiries. Yuuji looks up through the tears that bead at the trims of his eyelids, and he shakes his head. Megumi’s eyes darken. “Huh. Okay,” He looks back up at his shadow clone. “Add two more fingers. Fasten your pace,”

Yuuji’s eyes are blown out of his head when his hole stretches way more than it should be, and he can’t think when the barrage of fingers drag in and out of his hole, dragging against his prostate like slime. Yuuji heaves at the instant sting and that deters his movements on Megumi’s dick, stuttering as the warmth invades his mouth and everything in between.

He moans once more when the beeps of elation flash inside of his eyes in shrieking, blood red. His veins leak like lava spillage from fingers and cock alone. Yuuji squirms when Shadow Megumi’s fingers scissor him, fingerfucking him roughly, stretching the insides of his walls, flaring up and festering with desire and pleasure.

The digits speed up, and this grotesque dance of bliss commences within the confines of Yuuji’s belly. His throat gawks at the sensation of sucking on Megumi’s cock, trying to calm his body when Shadow Megumi’s fingers press down on Yuuji’s prostate again.

The lube cools his insides but it warms it up all the same, and Megumi lets Yuuji do all the work in acquiring his own self pleasure. His fingers are still threaded within Yuuji’s hair.

“Pull out. He’s ready,” Yuuji moans at his orders, not directed to him but still bursting with heat regardless. Shadow Megumi is obedient, long fingers that are dug so low into Yuuji’s riddling depths slip out of him, an easy slick because of the lube. Yuuji is left with the fears of emptiness, and he whimpers around Megumi’s cock, still stuffed so full. 

He hears shuffling behind him, and it takes a pause for Yuuji to keep sucking, until he feels something bigger poke at his entrance.

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck–!

It slides up and down his hole, the extra wetness from the lube creating an easy realm getaway for fulfillment. Megumi hums, and Yuuji closes his eyes from the anticipation. It hits him differently when Yuuji suddenly gasps when both of his arms are instantly tied around his back, and his only staple of stability is the hand that’s on his head and his cock.

The things around his wrist feels… slimy. Coolness whispering against his skin.

“It’s just made from the shadows, Itadori. You’re fine,” Megumi whispers, noticing Yuuji’s apprehension.

Oh god. He’s being restrained. He’s living his dream like before. Holy shit, holy shit– this is like the extra kinky things he finds at the depths of his stupid porn sites.  Restraints, silencing the ability to speak, threesomes! Yuuji never knew that he was so kinky when it came to his desires.

He could feel his ribs protrude out of his skin from this angle, and he tries to suck on Megumi’s cock some more while breathing through his nose. 

“Put it inside of him,” Megumi speaks, and begins to take all the air out of Yuuji when he slowly thrusts his hips inside of his mouth. Concurrently, Shadow Megumi puts two hands on the sides of Yuuji’s waist, and begins to slide in.

Now, Yuuji knew it already, but–

A dick is not supposed to go inside of his asshole, right?!

Yuuji can’t even bury his face into any sorts of sheets or pillows when he feels himself being stretched completely, inner walls touching and kissing the pulsing cock that is pushed inside of him to the brim. His whole body zaps with electricity, tingling sensations tickling inside of him. He shuts his eyes around Megumi’s cock, feeling the liquid of his tears collide down his cheeks. 

Shadow Megumi bottoms out, and Yuuji whines while his throat is being stuffed full of Megumi’s dick. The fingers that dance around the locks of his hair smooth, and Megumi scratches his scalp.

“Doing well,” Megumi praises, and Yuuji blatantly allows more obscene noises to fall out of his lips. Megumi pulls his hips back, thrusting back in his mouth slowly. His cock shoves its way into the bottom of Yuuji’s throat, and his own neglected heat twitches from the praise. “Fuck him roughly. Fill him up,”

Shadow Megumi retracts, all the way until the tip is visible, and slams back in.

Yuuji’s loud moan is squelched by the cock inside his mouth, and the sting of being stretched coincides with the utmost pleasure. Instantly, Shadow Megumi begins to fuck him at a bruising pace while his balls slap at his perineum. At the same time, Megumi matches that pace and uses Yuuji’s throat as a fleshlight. Yuuji’s brain can’t keep up with the constant stimulation buzzing inside of his head, whimpers punched out of him while he takes it from the front and back.

Shadow Megumi’s hands on his sides dig into the flesh that’s covered by Yuuji’s shirt, and Yuuji closes his eyes while the tears begin to roll down his cheeks. The dick inside of his ass explodes in lava heat, and it burns all of the blood inside of his veins like that volcanic abuse. He’s being used like a toy, and the squelches that twirl in the air of the room are like music to his ears.

He can’t think – not when his throat is being abused and not when his ass is being pounded at the same fervent tempo. His hands that are tied around his back with the ropes of shadows tremble, nails digging into his palm. All of his insides are being stuffed by cocks, and with each endearing thrust, it becomes increasingly hot inside of his stomach. He’s going to become weird, he just knows it.

"Fuck – Your mouth is so good, Itadori,” Megumi groans, repeatedly hitting the back of his throat and all Yuuji can do is take the amount of forced deepthroating he’s receiving. He doesn’t mind. Megumi being rough is  a gift from the gods above. “Stroke… stroke his cock. Make sure he cums,”

Yuuji wants to let out a shriek when Shadow Megumi’s lithe and skinny fingers trail down Yuuji’s hard and neglected cock, pumping it like a vigors’ ensemble. The noises of plap plap plap trail and echo like playthings bouncing on his wall. The cock inside of his ass pistons in and out of him, filling up his walls with heat. Yuuji trembles at the overstimulation of already cumming once before.

Electricity courses through him like blood filling up a vile. Skinny and long fingers play with his dick, him being throatfucked, and his ass being pounded is too much for little brain to handle. He’s being fucked stupid with the way Shadow Megumi’s hips meet the cheeks of his ass, skin slapping while his dick reaches the innermost parts of him.

It rubs over his prostate multiple times, and that fuels the horniness inside of Yuuji’s cock. Messy saliva runs down his chin, and he tries to blink the tears out of his eyes but they end up staying caked within his eyelashes. Yuuji trembles, whines, sobs when both of his holes are being used for pleasure.

“Slap his ass,” Megumi commands, and without a second warning, a resounding slap echoes throughout the room. Yuuji cried when Shadow Megumi’s palm connected with his ass. “God, just like that. You’re taking this so well, Itadori,”

His ass fizzled from the pain but the tightness that was developing inside of his core distracted him from another slap. Yet, the pleasure still went to his dick, being played by Shadow Megumi’s fingers, skilled and articulate. The ebullience from having his desires satisfied could not compare to anything else, and Yuuji loved being a little fuckdoll between the two Megumi’s. 

“I–I’m close…” Megumi panted, deepening his fingers into Yuuji’s scalp. Nodes of pain flickered on and off within his body, but that searing malady were like layers to veneered gratification. With the onset of stinging aches, came utmost pleasure. “Gonna take it all for me, Itadori?”

Yes, yes, yes. He’ll gladly become a cumslut if it meant he could be filled up on both ends. Yuuji couldn’t nod, but the agreeing sound that tried to escape from the back of his throat was enough for Megumi apparently. The actions on both ends became faster, more sloppier, balls hitting the undersides of Yuuji’s chin. The fieriness tightened like knots belonging to a noose, ready for suicide and death. Ready for the tumbling waves that belonged to gluttony.

"Yeah… yeah…” Megumi moaned, deep visceral. “Fuck…!”

Yuuji exploded three times at once, that’s something he could count on his fingers. He felt Megumi’s hot and thick cum pump his mouth full of saltiness first, the crashing of his own impending orgasm second, and Shadow Megumi’s seed inside of him third. His mind split into triple amounts of the peaks of delirium when his body was loaded full of Megumi, Megumi, Megumi.

Heat was liquified inside of him, burning his insides as the two stopped thrusting gradually, coming to a stop. Yuuji heaved through his nostrils, trying his best to catch air that he so desperately needed. Megumi’s fingers softened on his hair, petting the locks softly. Yuuji let the tears run down his cheeks freely as the figure behind him let go of his cock, using his palm to massage his back.

Yuuji grasped onto that beloved air when Megumi pulled out of his mouth, his cheek instantly hitting the sheets due to his arms that were still tied around his back. 

“Fuck–” Megumi croaked. “Are– Are you okay, Itadori?”

His voice was punched out of him due to his omnipresent moans and how fucked his throat was after Megumi used it for his own person gain. But that was fine. God, he loved it. Yuuji whined, nuzzling against the sheets for his brain was too high up in the rainy clouds. They swarm with fogginess, and Yuuji can only keep his eyes closed with his tongue sticking out and replay that god-tier euphoria that exists in his head.

The dick inside of his ass stays still, pulsating like a beating heart beyond the calms of still waters. But that uncomfortable throb in his lower regions blared alarm sounds in his head.

He knows it. He was still hard.

“Itadori–”

“Fuck him again, blessing,” Sukuna manifests on the side of his cheek that wasn’t mushed in the bedsheets. “He’s clearly not satisfied yet. His stupid cock is still hard,”

Yuuji whined as Sukuna called him out, humiliated from the teasing and banter. He buried his face into the blanket, trying to find an escape for his refuge. His eyes welcomed the blacks that fissured beyond the realms of his eyelids, mind fucked way too stupid for conversation. 

Megumi sighed, shaking Yuuji’s shoulder.

“Fuck him again, you stupid boy!” Sukuna hissed angrily. “This curse ain’t gonna let up if you keep stalling!”

Being referenced as nothing but a sex toy, objectified just did something inside of him. Only for Megumi’s pleasure, he’d gladly lay himself bare and have Megumi use him.

Yuuji whimpered when he was lifted up by Megumi’s shadow clone, restraints disappearing and letting his arms burst free, cock shifting inside of him. His back was pressed into the clone’s chest, now sitting on his lap, legs spread wide. His cock stood hard, elongated because of his horniness. He felt Sukuna morph back into his cheek, the room now deceased of a demon. His cum glistened on his boner, shattering pinks with whites. He could see some also trailing down his shirt from the previous handjob given by Megumi a few minutes back.

Yuuji rested his head under the clone’s chin, eyes fissuring in and out of consciousness. He could see how Megumi’s dick was still erect, and now that he thinks about it, the dick inside of him is also hard to the bone.

“Fushi…” Yuuji whines, because oh my god, there’s an underlying desire to be wrecked by two cocks at once. And thanks to the curse that punched his guts out on that mission, his words correspond to his dreams that breathed at the end of oblivion. “I-Inside… inside me… you too–”

Yuuji never understood the appeal of a threeway. But suddenly the concepts of Megumi leaning closer and staring bullets into his eyes fed into his desires. Those navies twisted into something of a black color, digging into the recesses of the void. He could never fathom two dicks inside of him, hell – he can’t even fathom one dick inside of him. But if Megumi can use him for his sloppy and disheveled seconds, then Yuuji wouldn’t have it any other way.

Megumi’s lips pressed into a thin line, staring at the cock that was already deeply nestled inside of Yuuji’s hole. The cum that swimming inside of his hole dripped out in translucent pearls, painting the shadow clones dick with a glazing white. Honestly, Yuuji didn’t know that his shadow clones could cum. But the more the merrier.

It sloshed around as Yuuji shifted, palming Megumi’s shoulder with an outstretched hand. “You too… you too, Fushi–”

His horniness was overtaking his morality like the anxieties that welled up, replacing his thoughts of normality. Yuuji bit his lip, consumed by the idea of Megumi ravaging him alongside his shadow clone. 

Megumi leaned forward, grabbing Yuuji’s chin. “Stop– Stop talking. Fuck,”

Yuuji thinks Megumi is a prince who is drifting towards his destiny when he lines his cock up with Yuuji’s already stuffed whole. Megumi trickles his hand down Yuuji’s chin, and all the way to his neck to wrap around his abused throat.

“Yes… yes–” Yuuji’s soul lights up in bustling flames when he feels Megumi slightly choke him, pressing a finger into his pulse point.

“Hold him still,” Megumi commands his clone yet again, and Yuuji feels two hands encompass the sides of his waist that are still covered by his shirt. Megumi groans, pressing his own hand into Yuuji’s clothed abdomen, before pushing inside. Attempting to, and Yuuji throws his head back at the burn of his asshole when Megumi shimmies inside. 

He practically sucked him in, doing all the hard work for Megumi so that he wouldn’t have to try to fight his way inside. Like a cozy home where no fallacies were stored, Megumi moaned when his dick sheathed all the way inside of Yuuji, his head falling on Yuuji’s shoulder.

“Sucking me in just like that, god…” Megumi groaned, voice muffled of skin.

Yuuji tries to catch his breath in stuttered gasps, head going somewhere unknown when his hole was filled with two big cocks. He blinked back tears, trying to adjust to their size, whimpering at the fullness and intensity. The pain seared inside of his hole, but if that didn’t make Yuuji’s spent-dick twitch in earnest, he didn’t know what else would.

Megumi squeezed his fingers around Yuuji’s throat before lifting his head up, blues boring into Yuuji’s blown out ones. “So–So fucking pretty when you cry… fuck–” Megumi bites his lip. “Look at you, so fucking pretty,” he husks, eyes trailing beyond Yuuji’s shoulder. “Fuck him roughly. Make sure you fill him up,”

And that’s how figured out how much he really likes taking it up the ass. Both of the Megumi’s begin to fuck him powerfully, the twin cocks stretching his walls into infinity. They punch Yuuji’s worn-out voice out of his lungs as if he’s an abused punching bag, never letting up with their thrusts that slap against his skin. Yuuji claws at Megumi’s shirt, nails digging so deeply that he starts to feel the keratin stabbing his fingerpads.

The room twists and mingles with harsh skin slaps and the loud “ahs” reverberating off of the nethermost corners of Yuuji’s room. The overstimulation of his ass getting fucked again crawls through his spine and into his brain like maggots, gnawing on that squishy organ and injecting pleasure inside of him. Yuuji’s getting sandwiched and fucked like a cute little doll, both of the Megumi’s using his hole as personal refuge and fuck, Yuuji lets out a loud moan when Megumi tightens his grip on Yuuji’s neck, choking him.

“H-Harder… more… faster–!” Yuuji mumbles gibberish, wetness sloshing and slewing inside of him. His words come out squeaked, like a dog toy that’s constantly being used. 

Both of them speed up, rubbing over and abusing his swollen prostate as Yuuji continues to just take it. Take it in a way that is beyond sinful, that is beyond challenging. The cocks inside of his ass pulse like a heartbeat, and all it takes to ruin the equilibrium of the righteousness that was Yuuji’s horniness is wet dreams, Megumi, and his shadow clone.

Yuuji’s eyes roll in the back of his head once his brain has touched what it means to be liberated: what it means to be pleasured. His insides are burning with the lava that pours and mixes within his blood, and iron hot orange preening inside of his eyelids. The thrusts that slap and make music against his skin rhythmize as once a singular entity, filling Yuuji up to the point where he’s not even human anymore.

“Doing so fucking good,” Megumi groans, whispering against his ear. “Love using you– fuck– love using you as my little fucktoy…”

God, Yuuji’s dick sobbed at the degradation, absorbing it to bob and bounce against Yuuji’s stomach. Yuuji shut his eyes from reality, tears running wet down his cheeks as the colors of infinity blended within him. “Please– p–please!”

Yuuji’s whines were amped up, clefted into overused words and moans. Wet sounds pervaded his senses, and he was being taken higher, higher into the realms of consciousness. Shadow Megumi nipped at his shoulder with his tongue, and Yuuji’s breath was sealed because of Megumi’s tight fingers cloaked over his neck.

Used and fucked and utterly abused, Yuuji’s tongue stuck out of his mouth at the mercy of both Megumi’s having their way with him. He couldn’t do anything, didn’t want to do anything but be completely ravaged and penetrated.

Both of the cocks that piston in and out of him, making Yuuji bounce up and down, was splitting Yuuji in half. It’s all for good reason, and without even touching his own dick, tightness began to pool inside of his stomach once again. His legs ache weakly, arms losing their strength and falling to his sides languidly. 

“Good boy— taking our cocks just like that…” the hoarseness of Megumi’s voice lingered out, playing with Yuuji’s shirt while he continued to tatter Yuuji’s hole, balls slapping in his cheeks. 

He’s stretched into the blacks of oblivion, heat nuzzling in his veins and the electricity of pleasure knocks his brain in the most harshest of ways. Yuuji babbles out constant gibberish, moans spiking up when he feels another numbing orgasm speed through the highways that patch up his soul.

Megumi and his shadow clone fuck into him roughly, using him as a fleshlight with no mercy. They can’t stop, won’t stop. And Yuuji is now just a little cockslut, with a cute fucked out brain, a used, used dummy he is. 

“Gonna fill you up, yeah? Would you like that?” Megumi quizzes, but both Yuuji and him know the answer. Fuzz enters Yuuji’s ears and tears blur inside of his vision.

“P-Please… fill… fill me up—!” Braindead, the fireworks inside of him suddenly burst in bright colors like the scenery in his wildest, most wonderful dreams. Orgasm punching against his insides just like the thrusts that covered his walls in exploding white, and just like that— all three of them cum in unison. Yuuji doesn’t know who does it first, but all he knows is the overwhelming pleasure of being filled to the brim with thick cum, his own dick shooting out pearly whites.

A loud moan fills the air when Yuuji falls limp against Shadow Megumi’s chest, the muscles inside of his thighs twisting in soreness. Cum paints his shirt like the moon inside of a deceased night, and Yuuji’s head lolls to the side, vision encompassed in red. Panting and hard breathes overtake his lungs in earnest, like he had just ran a marathon around the entire earth. Whimpers escape his lips, lungs contrasting with every inhale and exhale he takes.

He can hear Megumi not faring any better, with his ragged and glitched heaves. Shadow Megumi doesn’t say anything because, well, he’s still a shadow. All of the strength that Yuuji has cultivated in his body is thrown out the window, completely akin to a ragdoll cast aside. Yuuji can taste the saltiness of his tears that paint his tongue, shaking like a child.

God. No wonder people like threesomes so much. It rids the mind, it causes gray to fissure up at the insides of your brain like stormy rain clouds. It causes the body to reject its true nature by yielding itself as limp and fickle, so unlike a strong warrior. It makes pleasure attainable. Yuuji whimpers, lightheadedness clashing with the remnants of bliss.

Eventually, Megumi pulls out and the clone dissipates into the crevices of the shadows. Yuuji’s hole gapes and blinks, filled with the whites of cum, leaking out of him like a waterfall. Yuuji’s heart warms when Megumi holds him tightly.

“Are— are you okay?”

This time, Sukuna doesn’t interfere. And Yuuji hums, still clinging onto that rush of adrenaline. His arms are too weak to wrap around Megumi’s waist, so it stays placid at his sides. “Yeah… I’m fine,”

Megumi stills, running fingers through Yuuji’s hair. “I, uh. I guess the curse is gone now…?”

Yuuji didn’t notice, but he doesn’t have it in him to care. Not after he experienced Megumi choking him, restraining him, and being penetrated by two cocks. Yuuji giggles, smiling.

“Hehe… I guess so,”

-

Megumi sighed, running his fingers through Yuuji’s hair. After the whole ordeal, Yuuji nuzzled into the crook of Megumi’s neck, sitting on his lap. Yuuji truly needed nothing more than a nice cuddle session after being fucked to oblivion, ass aching and throat still tingling from Megumi’s ministrations.

The feelings of Megumi’s fingers through his hair caused Yuuji to protrude a comforting noise from his stomach, burying his face deeper into Megumi’s neck. They were now in Megumi’s room, fresh out of the shower with towels draping over their necks like a cloak.

“So… uhm–” Megumi started, twirling Yuuji’s hair around his long finger, slightly tugging it. “So…”

Yuuji stilled in Megumi’s grasp, knowing exactly what he was referencing. They didn’t talk about it at all while in the shower, the silence being an awkward set of tension between the two. Megumi helped Yuuji clean up, and Yuuji thought it was all too embarrassing for his liking.

Yuuji coughed. “Er…”

What were they supposed to say? What was Yuuji supposed to say? They just got done fucking like rabid animals, being friends no less. Blearing thoughts appeared inside of Yuuji’s poor head: What if he just did it because he had to? What if he thinks I’m a freak? What if he doesn’t like me anymore?

This was way more awkward than he thought it would be.

You really can’t blame Yuuji. He’s just a stupid teenager with disgusting hormones and a crush on an insanely pretty, smart boy. He could feel the way Megumi gulped nervously, and Yuuji squeezed his eyes shut from the tightness lingering in the air.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Sukuna manifests on Yuuji’s cheek. “You two just had the nastiest fucking session and you get shy from just talking to each other?!”

Yuuji squeezes Megumi’s shirt tight between his fingers, and can see the oranges and reds that dance inside of the blacks of his eyelids. The two boys were silent even in the midst of Sukuna’s presence, having nothing to say.

“You two are going to die and hell will be waiting for you,” Sukuna sneered. “Man up! You guys are such pussies,”

Okay, okay, fine. Yuuji lifted his head up while Sukuna dissolved within his cheek, trying to find the courage to talk to Megumi. But when his eyes connected with Megumi’s, Yuuji shriveled up. Oh god, his grandfather really did raise a pussy.

“Can… Can we talk about it, uh, tomorrow?” Yuuji stumbled over his words, and Megumi didn’t do anything else but nod.

-

Don’t tell anyone he’s said this, but Toge snickered when Yuuji and Megumi were finally holding hands. He also smirked when his eyes traveled to Yuuji’s neck to find a plethora of hickies. Toge whipped his phone out, clicking on his messages with Yuuji.

Inumaki Toge

lol u should cover up

He could see the way Yuuji reached into his side pocket, pulling out his cellphone. After a moment's hesitation, Yuuji turned around to see Toge. Toge smiled, a small little wave directed towards him when he felt his phone buzz.

Itadori Yuuji

fuck off!!!!!!

Yeah, Toge could already tell that he was going to have lots of fun with these two lovebirds.