“So what? If I won’t fuck you, you’ll take any other cock that’s available?”
“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.”
“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.”
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“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?”
“It’s not like I always pretend that they are you… but with some it’s really easy to do so since… Well, they remind me of you, I guess.”
“Fucking hell, kid - how many are there?”
He rolls his hips, pressing their cocks tight together, and whines behind closed lips.
“Quiet,” Sukuna whispers. “We can’t fucking do this here.”
“But we can somewhere else?”
Yuuji pulls back a little, looking pouty and defiant all at once. “I keep giving you what you want,” he says, sounding outright petulant, “and you never give me anything back.”
Yuuji lights up. “You’ll fuck me?”
“𝘕𝘰 - anything but that.”
Yuuji pouts again. “That’s the only thing that would make me stop.”
He winds his arms tighter around Sukuna’s neck and pulls him in.