Sukuna’s breath is high in his chest, his cock throbbing and leaking, but miraculously he hasn’t made a mess of his pants.
Yuuji is a mess, though, panting through his nose and making jerky little thrusts until he’s spent, having come in his pants like the horny teenager he is.
Yuuji is a mess, though, panting through his nose and making jerky little thrusts until he’s spent, having come in his pants like the horny teenager he is.
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“There,” Sukuna hisses. “Now get that shower - as soon as I’m done washing my fucking hands.”
Sukuna puts a hand on the backrest of the couch and leans in until their faces are almost touching.
Yuuji’s dazed eyes look a little more awake, and he nods weakly.
(I guess Sukuna got the last word this time… But Yuuji got what he wanted, so who won, really?)
(Sorry this took so long to update ☹️ I'm in a bit of a writer's block and even reading my own writing has been hard, but I think finally posting this here is a good sign ☺️)