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[ Yuji presses into the kiss, as enthusiastic about this as he is about anything the two of them do together - it feels amazing every time they kiss, and he wants to do it more and more. Resisting the urge to tug Megumi close and kiss him whenever they're near one another is difficult, so moments like this make him feel incredible. It's good, to feel wanted, to give in return, to realise just how big his feelings for his friend are.

Is it fine to keep calling themselves just "friends"? Maybe he should ask sometime soon.

Tilting his head, Yuji makes a pleased noise, a soft little moan as he presses his body forward to push into Megumi's touch. When he feels the mouth on his neck, the pressing of a bruise, he feels a shiver run down his spine, tilting his head back and slamming it against the door behind him. It probably should hurt, but he's not focussing on that at all.

Eyes closing, he breathes out sharply. ]

Megumi... Please?

[ He's certain that the other boy they live with isn't home, so he's not too fussed about the noise they are making. With the current mood, and the magnitude of his desire for the boy in front of him, the possibility of being caught happens to be the last thing on his mind too. The sound of the slamming does give him a momentary jolt, Megumi stalling as he makes sure Yuji is already. The other boy doesn't seem phased by that at all, however, much more interested in what they were doing. He takes that as his cue to continue.

Yuji is pleading, and even with their familiarity, he doesn't know for certain what for. That's all part of the process, however, as they explore each other in a brand new way. He wants to know what his friend likes and he doesn't like. What makes him giddy and fall into pleasure. He wants to be the giver of that pleasure, because the affection he has for Yuji just cannot be compared.

He breathes out against Yuji's neck, lapping at his throat before latching on with his lips, sucking harshly so it leaves a bruise. With his hands, he also snaps off another few fastens to release more pressure over Yuji's waist, and he starts to grope at the chest that spills out, feeling it in lewd ways he never thought he would be doing, teasing at the nipple and squeezing it. ]

Is this ... what you're asking for? You have to tell me.

[ Watching Megumi take control and be in charge of the situation is a heady thing: Yuji isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing with his hands, if he's meant to hold on to him or lean back and give over completely. It's so new, so exciting, and there's a fear of somehow doing it wrong but also the gleeful wondering on how good it could be.

Is this how it feels to love someone? Yuji wants to give Megumi everything, anything he could ask for, and he wants to reach out and hold on to him and never let go. He had made a promise, to save him first and then do the rest of their missions, but this is something different. Beyond saving each other, beyond wanting to take care of each other, this is... It's a kind of passion that's unfamiliar to him outside of fighting curses.

Hands on his chest, touching and pressing, squeezing, makes him moan softly, his eyes flickering a little before he breathes out, lifting his hand to rest his fingers on Megumi's hips, squeezing gently. One hand finally lifts up to stroke through Megumi's hair, not quite pulling, but there to feel the softness of it, to bask in the intimacy of touch and want twinned together.

Nodding his head, he licks his lips, eyes stuck on Megumi. ]

Yeah. I want you to touch me, and kiss me. Use your mouth on me.

[ Yuji being so eager to express himself helps a lot. It's certainly easier for him than it is for Megumi, to explain what he wants and how he wants it. (But Yuji did well to figure things out that last time.) ]

Anything you want. [ He means it. It feels like he would give this other boy anything at all for the chance it would make him happy - whether it's his life, or anything he might own. In this specific scenario, what he wants is to see Yuji at the height of his pleasure, losing himself in those nice sensations and Megumi's expression of his affection.

Is it really just affection at this point? He doesn't want to think about things too hardly, but the desire and care he has for this boy isn't anything typically. It feels like something that consumes all of him at times. He just thinks about Yuji that often.

Either way, he wants Yuji to feel it, because this boy has been through so much, he deserves something good from time to time. It's Megumi's fault that Yuji's life turned out the way it did, but he tries not to dwell on that either, because it's going to spoil the moment.

He leaves one last kiss at the reddened mark on Yuji's throat before descending further, kissing along his chest and latching onto a nipple, sucking tentatively as his thumb plays with the other one. His free hand splays over Yuji's stomach, keeping him against the door. ]

[ It feels amazing, to have Megumi's mouth against him, sliding lower and lower, and he huffs out a noise almost as if it's punched out of him.

For a long moment all Yuji can do is lean back and enjoy the pleasure, feeling desperate for it, wanting to reach out and take hold of him, but that funny, familiar feeling is bubbling up inside of him. He tries to swallow it back, to ignore the prickling feeling of thorns in his throat, but he's not really able to quash it any more, wincing as he turns his head aside and starts to cough, wheezing quietly.

This is the absolute worst time for this to happen again, and he winces as he lifts his head to wipe his mouth, reaching to push Megumi back. ]

I'm sorry, I - I didn't mean to...

[ To ruin the moment. Shaking his head, Yuji wiggles his fingers so the flower petals in his palm drop down to the ground. ]

[ One minute he's relishing in the warmth and taste of his friend, the hitched quality of his breathing and the knowledge that Megumi was working up toward that state, and the next minute everything halts, like a spanner has been put in the works. At the sudden way his friend's body tenses, and the coughing that follows, Megumi tears himself away immediately. rising to his usual height to check on Yuji. He rests a hand on the other boy's back, patting him gently as he continues to cough.

There's a glance at what falls to the ground. ]

Flower petals ...?

Yeah, I've been coughing a little bit... I didn't think it would get this far though.

[ Yuji winces. It's not as if he was hiding it from Megumi, but this doesn't exactly look good - lifting his head, he looks back over, offering a weak little smile. ]

I thought it was gone since it had stopped for a while, sorry. I should've told you.

[ He normally expects Yuji to hide things from him. The other boy does sound sincere in assuming the issue had passed, and he already apologised, so Megumi will let him off with just that. What could have been a heated frustration quells quickly, and instead, he's soft and tender in the way he expresses his worry - a side to Megumi that's only surfaced with their recent development.

The corset would only make breathing more difficult, and the other boy's safety is Megumi's priority above all else. He reaches behind the other boy for the ties in his garment and pulls out the knots, freeing Yuji's chest. He then reaches out and cups the other boy's face, stroking him gently on his back. ]

Any other symptoms? Are you having trouble breathing?

[ It's not as if he's going out of his way to try and lie to Megumi, but he is trying to make sure that his partner doesn't worry about him. He gets into trouble so often, ends up doing stupid things to try and help people, and half the time it works out anyway, so...

Huffing out a breath as soon as the corset is loosened, he feels a little bit of guilt. Megumi had been pretty into this and now he's ruined it by coughing and being sick, or whatever this is. Maybe they can try again another time? That would be fair, wouldn't it...?

Lifting his head, he nods. ]

Only sometimes. I thought it was going away.

[ The expression on his face doesn't change, but in his head he's already going through what he knows to find some sort of solution or cure. It's a dire situation, and they can't afford to get Yuji stressed or he has a feeling things will become worse. ]

Come rest on the bed. [ That could have been the outcome of the night for an entirely different reason, but that sort of indulgence is the last thing on Megumi's mind given what's happening to Yuji. ]

[ Yuji hesitates for a moment - they were supposed to be doing other things, weren't they? - before he lets himself be tugged over gently. ]

Okay, just for a little bit. [ He lays himself down, stretching out with a huff of breath. ]

[ With his friend on the bed, Megumi sits on the edge, keeping himself close to Yuji with a hand smoothing over his pink hairs. ]

I've heard about this disease going around. It's triggered by an emotional imbalance. Is there something on your mind recently?

Huh? Not really... Nothing more than normal.

[ The crushing weight of guilt and existential pain that comes with being Sukuna's vessel. ]

[ The key being 'normal'. There's probably always something going on in the other boy's mind, given how much trauma and loss he's gone through. ]

Not 'recently', then. Just ... in general.

[ He never gets an honest answer when he asks, but right now there's a good reason to push it. Megumi keeps his fingers lingering by the other boy's face. ]

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, I feel fine now...

[ Lifting his hand, he touches his neck gently. ]

It comes and goes...?

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