“What the fuck, Yuuji.”
He grinds against Sukuna again, and a rush of air leaves his lips.
“𝘖𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯.”
“Yuuji - get off me.”
“You’re getting hard.”
“That doesn’t matter. Stop it.”
“Tell me I can come over.”
He grinds against Sukuna again, and a rush of air leaves his lips.
“𝘖𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯.”
“Yuuji - get off me.”
“You’re getting hard.”
“That doesn’t matter. Stop it.”
“Tell me I can come over.”
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“No,” he growls.
Another grind.
“I know you want to.”
“I don’t. This can never be more than what it has been so far.”
Sukuna sits frozen for a moment, his beer bottle in one hand and Yuuji’s hip in the other, while his nephew licks into his mouth with a low hum.
“Your brat," Yuuji whispers with a smile and kisses him again, working his hips slowly against Sukuna’s lap.
“What about the others?”
Yuuji grins. “If you won’t fuck me one of them will.”
Sukuna’s fingers dig into Yuuji’s hip.
“Yeah.”
“You really are a fucking slut.”
“I never said I wasn't,” Yuuji says, almost innocently, but his smile is anything but. “Maybe if you fucked me… that’d be enough.”
“Really?” Sukuna says quietly. “You make it sound like they’re nothing but stand-ins for me.”
“What if they were?”
Yuuji grinds against him again, a little harder this time.
He hums softly. “Maybe a little bit of both?”