closed 🐸 july catch-all

[mahoraga]

Who ⬤ Megumi and sexy people
What ⬤ July catch-all
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Here
Content Warnings ⬤ underaged drinking? otherwise none for now.

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[ahost]

[ whether megumi has given up or not— it doesn't change anything. yuuji's strength never wavered, in spite of the threat seemingly no longer there- ... a prime example of giving it all, even when the situation is nothing more than a rough play between two friends. yuuji still wanted to win. the three minutes are not over yet.

the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, staring the other down with such a rare, indirect incitement that's more fitted for sukuna than yuuji himself; it doesn't help they share the same body so the resemblance is uncanny; the shadow/lights of this alleyway traced his features in a manner that made him look somewhat cruel. is he pleased? maybe a part of him is. come on— megumi has always been that student with blessed techniques, born with given talents that are fit for formidable sorcerers— the golden stairs are planted for him to reach that stage. a bit childish to think this way, but yuuji is a child. this is ... fun. to win over someone like that boy. ]

You can use your shadows.

[ let them both sink into that hellish abyss again. the offer isn't intended to come off as cocky, but to acknowledge megumi still had a chance to win. yuuji is helpless inside his domain after all. the clock is ticking, one minute to go—

without risking his firm hold on those wrists; yuuji gets closer and closer— eyes barely open at this point. communication is key, he should be more verbal with his intents, and yet yuuji didn't. instead, he playfully brushed the tip of his tongue over the swell of megumi's lower lip. ]

[mahoraga]

[ It feels like a natural occurrence of events, where that tension was leading. For that reason he's not too surprised. Though red in the face still, his heart pounding within his chest, that sense of anticipation is also on a high. It spurs Megumi on to reciprocate, to tilt his face forward and meet the boy's lips in a proper kiss, sucking on his lips gently. It isn't anything too strange; they've done it before, and each time he came closer to a state where he could allow himself to simply enjoy the moment.

Though his bashfulness had caused his energy to wane before, that glimpse of a cocky look he had spotted on the other boy's face only seemed to spur him on again. Megumi was hesitant about allowing Yuuji back into his domain in the current mood they were in, but he's berating himself for that weakness now. An awkward sensation should not be enough to make him give up.

And what that thought, the shadow extends beyond his body, engulfing their joined hands and soon their bodies; the black tar-like substance consuming them almost like it's hungry. Yet, he's somehow able to keep that intimacy throughout, kissing the boy even after his face has sunken into the shadow.

Once inside, it's too easy. He's never had a need for hand seals within his own domain. Totality materializes behind Yuuji, grabbing the boy's hands and forcefully prying them off Megumi, the grasp that beast has rough and sharp in its haste. Megumi uses his freedom to stabilize Yuuji, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep them close.

He breaks that kiss, gasping momentarily for some air. He has to contend with so much at once: the invasive sensation and heavy weight of the boy essentially inside of him, and the sweetness and passion of their intimacy, that both overwhelmed and excited him. It shows on his face; that light blush, a drop of sweat, and the slight furrow in his brow. ]

15 ... seconds left -- I win. [ So he was counting. Totality vanishes after its job is done. ]

[ahost]

[ of course this guy wins, and while yuuji couldn't help but to accept it with a sly smirk— he is also a bit annoyed with himself. why the fuck did he encourage him to push forward? he could've had that victory if he kept his mouth shut. then again, he still had a shot of fighting back if the shikigami didn't catch him off guard; a hold too strong and too fast it truly startled him. what scary creatures megumi has at his command. a golden boy, indeed.

they're back in that dark space, but the sensation is unusual this time. it's heavier on yuuji's chest, making his body a bit warm, not only from the kiss itself and the way those hands settled on his waist; it's more influential. maybe ... the aura of this domain might be a reflection of megumi's own psyche. ah, not a bad idea for someone as stupid as yuuji. ]

I let you win.

[ stupid and a brat. his hands reached up to cradle those soft cheeks, going in for another kiss, short and sweet— but it didn't stop there. it was followed by a series of playful smooches along megumi's jawline, tracing slowly up to his cheekbone. he muffles a chuckle between those kisses, breath warm against megumi's pale skin; now purposely smothering his face and annoying him. ]

Fine, you get to keep the stardust. Show it off to your boss.

[ the other won the challenge, so yuuji will keep his side of the deal by giving up. it's not like he understood what the sutoku are up to, but a deal is a deal. they can let go of this little fight now. he breaks away soon after; his own face heavily flustered in bliss. ]

... Can I ask you a personal question?

[mahoraga]

Sure -- [ There's a bit of a roll of the eyes at that, equally petty and childish. Yuuji's encouragement had only pushed him to get over his hang ups about having the other boy in his domain. The abilities are still his, and unless Yuuji had held back on his strength, he will consider this win his as well.

That sullen, petty feeling gets kissed away in due time, Megumi closing his eyes as he's peppered with kisses; each one soft, curious and light. He can feel his brows easing up, body relaxing into the sweet attention even if he's still dealing with the extra weight on him. This is what he likes - when the affection is soft and easy.

There's no response to Yuuji's admittance of defeat, only an exhale, slightly cocky. He won, so of course he's keeping the vials. Yuuji's question, however, earns his curiousity. Megumi meets his eyes, hands still wrapped around the boy's waist. ]

What is it?