He’s rock-hard in his black jeans, straining against the tight denim while Yuuji grinds their dicks together. Little sounds leave him between kisses - kisses that Sukuna started to return at some point without really meaning to - and his movements grow more and more desperate.
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“For fuck’s sake, Yuuji - do you want us to come in our pants right before dinner?”
“I’ll take a shower and change.”
“And me?”
Yuuji grins. “I don’t want you to come unless I get to see it.”
“You’re not touching my cock, brat.”
Yuuji whines again, digging his teeth into his bottom lip with a pleading look at Sukuna.
“I’m not taking my cock out on your father’s fucking couch, Yuuji.”
“But—”
“No.”
“I just—”
“𝘕𝘰.”
Sukuna barely refrains from biting his own lip to keep from saying what he says.
“You can come, and then you have that shower and change. Okay?”
Yuuji nods. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. Will you touch me?”
“No,” he says quietly, his lips grazing Yuuji’s chin. “If you want this, there’s only one way of getting it - by humping me like a fucking dog until you cream your own pants. Understood?”