"Let's get you cleaned up, 'kay?" Yuji grabs a few towels and starts the hot water. Looking back over his shoulder, he sees his friend still sitting on his bed, staring out the window.
"Junpei? Hey, come here." He motions with a hand.
The familiar sign of his master summoning him entices Junpei to obey. Wordlessly, he hovers in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.
"Jeez, you're really not yourself are you?" Itadori frowns.
"It's ok. I can help you." He reaches out, tugging the hem of Junpei's shirt.
"Raise your arms up, let's get you undressed."
He obeys again, raising his arms up and allowing his shirt to be removed.
"Ok, now you can put your arms back down again..." Yuji gives his friend a troubled frown. Seeing Junpei like this, so helpless, it awakens his protective nature.
"Uh, now your shorts," he turns his head to allow Junpei his privacy. It was already going to be awkward helping someone his own age shower.
"When your clothes are off, go ahead and step under the water. The temperature shouldn't be too hot, I checked it," now he blushes as he speaks, though he was trying to settle his nerves by speaking his thoughts aloud, it came across as a mothering.
Junpei doesn't acknowledge Itadori's bashfulness at all, only knowing his task for now is to stand naked in the water. So that's what he did. After a few minutes pass, Yuji ventures a peek to make sure everything is alright. He finds Junpei's eyes locked on him as he stands beneath the shower stream. His socks are still on. Yuji coughs nervously, hiding another rise of blush behind his hand. Sukuna laughs with amusement.
"Aww, isn't he cute? He's all wet and doesn't know what to do about it."
"Sh-shut up! He just needs a little help getting started. He'll remember how to take care of himself again eventually." Yuji gulps.
"Here, let me get those off you," He kneels, not minding the water hitting him. Carefully he peels each sopping wet sock off the boys feet and tosses them with the rest of his clothes. Junpei is still staring at him with those deep mysterious eyes. His placid expression was unreadable. It was impossible to tell if he was uncomfortable with being naked in front of someone else. But the thought did give Itadori an idea.
"Since I already got wet, I might as well just shower too." He swallows again, his hands trembling as he takes his shirt off. Junpei doesn't look away. The familiar sight of his master's body was comforting to him. And when his master also removed his pants, the motives of what was going to happen became more clear to him.
His master wanted to use him.
He bites his lips with anticipation and relief at something familiar. He did miss the sensations of his masters hands commanding his body.
"Are you alright? Hey, Junpei. You're zoned out, buddy." Yuji holds a hand up to his friend's forehead. He still feels barely warm.
"Mmm," Junpei moans at the touch, his eyes closing on their own. He leans into the touch.
Yuji almost withdraws his hand, overwhelmed at what's happening, but seeing Junpei looking happy for the first time was too precious of a moment to ruin. Brushing heavy soaked bangs aside, he looks into his friends eyes. They're overflowing with trust, and water droplets that he oddly refuses to blink away.
"L-let's get some soap on you." Yuji stutters, grabbing a washcloth and a bar from the ledge. He works up a lather in both hands.
"Getting ready to touch all over himmmm," Sukuna purrs.
"Stop it!" Yuji snaps silently, and shakily reaches out to start scrubbing Junpei's left arm. There, it's just like washing yourself. Only someone else. He had never taken a shower with anyone, and now...his first time showering with anyone was with his male friend. Well, this was going to be a memorable moment for sure.
Moving to Junpei's right arm, he ventures to scrub beneath his arm and down his side as well...Then over his chest, making sure to lather his skin well there too.
"Um...turn around, Junpei?" he asks, avoiding looking up into those eyes again. The boy obeys, and Yuji scours his back gently.
Okay. Moment of truth. Everything above the waist was clean now. The only parts left were below...
"You're really missing out if you haven't looked yet. This one may be stupid, but he's got a big one on him."
Yuji burns quietly, refusing to acknowledge the curse having looked at his friend in that way. He closes his eyes and guides his hands where he thinks would be Junpei's outter thigh. Satisfied after a moment, he switches sides.
"You...can turn back around." He directs. Junpei once again, turns to face him. Yuji's eyes slip down before he can control them. Moving fastidiously, he cleans the rest of his friends body for him, pretending he doesn't hear the sounds that slip when he scrubbed certain spots.
"Right, that should be good. Good job," he says, though he doesn't know why. Then he turns and sticks his head under the water stream directly, exhaling heavily through his nose.
The feeling of a washcloth on his back nearly makes him jump out of his skin. Junpei! Washing his friend's back, returning the favor.
"Oh! You totally dont have to do that! I can manage it."
But Junpei continues, working at Yuji's skin until the lather runs down his asscrack. This tickling sensation makes his freeze. His heart is pounding. Especially when Junpei's hands reach lower so lather up the backs of his legs.
No, not right now. God, please no, he begs silently in his head for his body not to betray him.
"Turn around," Junpei's voice reaches his ears. He's repeating what he had heard Yuji say. But, he can't turn around right now...
"Turn around," Junpei tries again, with the same gentle tone to his voice. When Itadori remains unmoving, he resolves to continue his scrubbing from behind, reaching around to the front. A massive erection bounces against his palm.
"Sorry," Yuji murmurs shyly, refusing to turn around still. His face feels like it's on fire. Why is this turning him on so much?
Junpei knew what to do, seeing his master's body in such tension. His fingers wrap around him the thickness of his shaft and stroke him gently. A strained moan comes deep from within Itadori.
Again Sukuna taunts him, "Now what will you do, brat? Your friend wants to play. Are you going to disappoint him?" His voice is edged with excitement. It's clear that he wants this to continue as well.
"Ohh...f-fuck," he moans as Junpei's fingers gently massage over him. His eyes close. So good. So, so, good. Just another minute and then tell him to stop, he thinks. In another minute my hands can push his away.
But when his eyes open, he finds both of Junpei's hands wrapped firmly around his cock.
"Fuck! Junpei...what..." his question is left unformed. He finally turns around to look his friend in the eye. Junpei's mouth is hanging open hungrily, his eyes focused on Yuji's throbbing length.
"Please," he says. Just one word. "Please..."
Yuji nods, unsure of what he's agreeing to. Junpei drops to his knees. "Whoa!" Itadori's eyes are comically huge as Junpei's mouth greedily swallows him.
"Ohh, fuuuck!" he groans, his hands slipping into the boys hair.
"Junpei... what are you- ah!" He hugs the boys head tightly in both arms, spasming. Junpei has a deep throat.
"Ohh...I can't... Fuck, Junpei, I'm about to cum, please." he begs to be released from his friend's silky wet mouth, but he doesn't convince either of them. He feels like exploding.
"Hey, brat...Exchange with me now." Sukuna demands.
Black markings appear over Itadori's body, and his voice deepens in the middle of a long sensual moan. Sukuna fists his fingers through Junpei's hair, barely able to force himself to pull the boy's mouth off of him. When their eyes meet this time, there is recognition in the boy's expression finally.
"Master..." he breathes with pure relief.
"Is that what you think of me?" Sukuna pants, "That's convenient for the both of us then." Junpei is still sitting on the floor of the shower, staring up with trusting eyes.
Sukuna takes the boy's chin between his fingers.
"Unfortunately I don't have the time right now to do what I want with you. So you're going to come to Itadori's room tonight, at midnight. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Junpei responds immediately.
"That's a good boy. Now you can finish what you started." He strokes over his pulsing erection. Junpei rises up on his knees again, already opening his mouth.
"Fucking hell...You love this don't you?" he marvels, allowing the boy to swallow his length with a satisfied groan. Junpei gazes adoringly up at his master, he cannot respond but hopes that he's doing his best. He dares to slide his hands up his master's strong thighs, expecting to be rebuked for moving without being told. When rebuke doesn't come though, his boldness takes him. His hands clasp behind Sukuna's ass, pulling him in roughly to fully engulf his cock.
"Fuck!" Sukuna practically screams, he yanks the boy off of him by his hair, he aims for between Junpei's eyes and coats his face in a thick stream of cum. His eyes flutter closed, waiting for his master to finish with him. When he opens them again, the beautiful black markings have disappeared from Itadori's body. His friend stands over him still gasping for air.
Looking down, he sees Junpei's face covered in a sticky, white mess.
"Oh, my God! I'm so, so sorry!"
He frantically wipes his cum off his friend's cheeks, blushing furiously with embarassment. He didn't even remember finishing, guilt sits heavy on him. Until Junpei's hands caress over his, holding them against his face.
"Thank you," he murmurs with his lips forming a soft smile.
Yuji swallows hard. Why was Junpei thanking him? For washing him?
"It's okay," Itadori responds awkwardly, still cleaning the last traces of himself from Junpei's face. He tries to ignore his friend's erection, refusing to look down. When he's satisfied with washing Junpei's face he exits the shower, tracking water across the floor. He tosses a towel over his friend and sits down on the floor, still dripping wet.