I realised I had free will and could very well write this fic inspired by a guy at my workplace and make it SukuIta, and here it is. As simple as that.
The second chapter will be posted next week.
PSA: This smut was written on company time. Enjoy!
Yuuji was eager to start his new job at the reception of a small museum. He loved to talk with people, inform visitors, and make them discover his region. He didn't mind the fact that the job was outside of Sendai, on the outskirts of the city, in a small village near a temple.
The renowned temple, Yuuji quickly came to learn, was the reason the museum got this much visitors, despite its localisation and modest size. It was fine, though, and Yuuji didn't mind redirecting tourists whenever they seemed lost.
If he had to mention only one inconvenience for this new job, it would be the commute. Indeed, the village was poorly served, and he had to drive forty minutes morning and evening to get back home. But, somehow, the community life in the village made up for it.
Indeed, the museum Yuuji worked in adjoined the village hall, as well as the library, and the small projection room. It was just next to the village's school, too.
Soon enough, Yuuji found himself included inside the village life, growing to learn about all the old ladies' names visiting the library weekly, as well as the mayoress, who always greeted him calling his name with a big smile.
He was working with a colleague, too. A guy a year older than him, called Okkotsu Yuuta. He was nice though slightly gloomy. They got along well.
And then there was the municipal agent. Yuuji's very own trouble source.
The first time they met was a Thursday. Yuuji remembered it well, just like he remembered the first thought he'd had at the sight of the man.
He was getting used to the job, it being only his third day. He was picking up on the village's habits the yoga class on Tuesday morning, and the library being opened on Wednesday afternoon. So when a guy entered the museum Thursday afternoon, crossing the room quickly to head straight for the village hall, saying a hasty 'Hello' on his way, Yuuji only assumed he was some kind of sport teacher.
He hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of his face, but he'd seen his pink hair, slicked back, as well as the flash of black ink on his skin. Even without seeing him fully, the guy looked handsome.
Idly, Yuuji found himself thinking about the few months to come. About the possibility of him looking forward to Thursdays and the sight of slicked-back pink hair. He didn't need much to start daydreaming.
But it was short-lived, as he was taken out of his reverie by the stranger's return. He walked back just as fast as he'd entered, heading straight for the door, before he stopped. He turned back towards Yuuji's desk, stepping closer.
Yuuji sucked in a breath. The guy was not like he'd imagined him. He was… considerably older than he'd envisioned. Late thirties, bordering forty, probably. Black lines framed his face in weird shapes, his eyes sharp, crimson.
Yuuji blinked a few times, realising, with excruciating delay, that the man was bowing down slightly in greeting. Yuuji did the same, looking up when the man's rough voice resonated in the room. 'I'm Ryoumen Sukuna, the head municipal agent, you'll see me around a lot.' He explained.
'Nice to meet you, Sir! My name is Itadori Yuuji, I'll be working at the reception for six months.' He exclaimed, remembering to lower his voice only at the end of the sentence.
He could swear he almost heard a snort, but when he looked up, Ryoumen-san looked at him with a straight face and disinterest. The man stepped away with a last nod, and left.
Yuuji heaved a sigh once the door had closed behind the man. He'd gotten ahead of himself with that sport teacher fantasy.
He was intrigued by this man, though. He certainly did not look like a municipal agent, at least in Yuuji's opinion.
Yuuji soon realised that Ryoumen-san's 'You'll see me around a lot' was far from an understatement. Not a day passed before the man with pink hair, a similar shade to Yuuji's, pushed the door to the museum open.
They only exchanged greetings whenever it happened, Ryoumen-san often leaving the place with his phone to his ear, waving at Yuuji on his way out.
It was nice. Despite not being from the village, Yuuji loved being acknowledged by everyone. Like the postwoman's stops where she dropped off mail and took her pee break at the museum, or the morning discussion with the librarian upstairs he looked forward to.
He looked-forward to his interactions with Ryoumen-san too, though it was different from the ones he had with the other people in the village. He wanted to know more about the pink-haired man. His mind sometimes straying to Ryoumen-san's hair, and the way he ran his hand through the strands to push it away from his eyes. Yuuji thought about the light brown-leather jacket he never seemed to pull off, and the way he walked with purpose, his eyes always looking ahead.
Following his colleagues one afternoon, Ryoumen-san stopped in front of Yuuji's desk. He wasn't looking at him, though.
He was leaning over the display stand of souvenir coins stamped with the museum's name. He took one between his fingers, scrutinizing it.
He looked up towards Yuuji. 'This one's new, right?' He asked.
Yuuji nodded. 'Yeah, we received it earlier this week.'
Sukuna hummed mindlessly, showing his hand with the coin before closing his fist around it. 'I'll take one for my kid.' He explained without even looking at Yuuji. He fished his purse out of the inside pocket of his jacket, 'Three quids, right?' He asked, his eyes finally meeting Yuuji's.
The younger man nodded, 'Yeah.' He grabbed the coins the agent dropped on the counter, looking up in time to see Ryoumen-san take a look at the souvenir. The man took a step back, pocketing the coin in his back pocket, before he turned towards Yuuji and waved for the first time of his own initiative, 'Thanks, see you later.'
Yuuji watched him leave, unsure of what to do with the newfound knowledge that Ryoumen Sukuna had a child.
Yuuji realised he was attracted to Ryoumen-san a month after he started working in the museum.
He was giving indications about the museum to a group of foreigners when he felt eyes on him. He looked away, still talking, and met eyes with none other than Ryoumen-san.
The man was talking with a worker outside, nodding along his explanations. For some reason, though, his eyes had settled on Yuuji, and the young man tried his best to finish his instructions without his thoughts derailing.
Despite the staring, Yuuji continued, wishing the visitors a nice visit, and bowing politely in their direction before he turned towards Ryoumen-san. He gave him a beaming smile, waving shyly to him.
The older man looked aside for a minute, before he looked up again. He gave him a sharp nod, still pretending to listen to the worker's monologue despite his obvious lapse in concentration.
Still, Yuuji was glad Ryoumen-san had returned his greeting, despite having already said hello to him in the morning.
He sat back down to his desk, turning towards Yuuta to talk about something he'd heard a visitor say earlier. The thought of Ryoumen's eyes on him did not leave his mind for the rest of the afternoon.
He drove back home listening to a pop album he particularly enjoyed, and cooked for himself and his roommate Megumi, and even then, the thought did not leave his mind.
It wasn't the first time they looked at each other, but for some reason, Yuuji did not seem to be able to get over today's glances. He licked his lips. Despite his initial surprise at realising that the fake sport teacher was actually old enough to be, if not his father, an uncle, his interest had not reduced.
Lying in his bed later that night, he cursed at the realisation. He was developing a small crush on his older colleague.
With the arrival of the summer holiday, and the school being deserted by the children, the village set a few needed renovations going.
For a week, Yuuji watched the workers shuttling back and forth between the museum's entrance and the village hall. He wasn't particularly fond of the smell of fresh paint or the sound of the drill, but he had no other choice but to tolerate it.
The agent's visits, before regular, were now almost hourly, and Yuuji always tried to catch a glimpse of him in passing. Ryoumen-san was often with someone, so he couldn't quite talk to him, but the man –almost– never failed to send a nod in his direction.
It made Yuuji smile, arranging the leaflets in front of him, and reading the occasional emails the museum received.
Though Yuuji had learned about the village from the tour his boss had given him of the area, it was his colleague Yuuta who handled the guided tours. With a programmed tour twice a day, Yuuji often ended up alone an hour and a half during morning and afternoon. He didn't mind it, except when the day turned out to be exceptionally busy.
Being alone had its perks, though. Despite not being able to leave his desk, Yuuji could freely talk alone in Yuuta's absence. He could also exchange small talk with Sukuna without any onlooker, which changed nothing to the way Yuuji acted, but simply eased him.
On a Friday afternoon, one of the workers from next door came to see him, giving him the keys to a small unit they'd used with his colleague during the renovation. He asked Yuuji if he could bring them to the town hall, as it was already closed at the time and their work was finished.
Yuuji nodded, thinking he'd go there when Yuuta would be back. The worker left, before he paused for a moment. 'Oh, by the way, there's something connected to the electricity network in the hall, it shouldn't be unplugged before 4pm, got it?'
The pink-haired young man assented, unsure of what to do with the information. It wasn't as if people gathered at the doors of the paint-smelling room at the moment. Still, he kept the titbit in the back of his head.
Half an hour later, Yuuji caught a flash of pink passing through the entrance inside the village hall. A thought crossed his mind.
Ryoumen Sukuna was a municipal agent, so Yuuji could give him the keys, right? Here was his change to actually talk to the man.
Yuuji stood from his chair, retrieving the keys from a drawer, waiting. A few minutes passed, but nothing happened. Ryoumen-san did not reappear. Yuuji walked to hall's closed doors, peering through the small windows.
He could see the man pacing in the courtyard on the other end of the room, phone still pressed tightly to his ear.
Yuuji startled as he heard the sound of the entrance open, and rushed to his office to greet the visitor. He blushed when he realised what he'd just done. Spying on a man through windows like he was a middle-schooler again. What would Ryoumen-san think of it, huh?
Yuuji took the lady's payment and gave her a brief explanation of the museum, before he walked back to sit down at his desk. He startled again when he heard the sound of a door opening, recognising the sound of the village hall's one this time.
He turned in time to see Sukuna head straight for the museum's double doors entrance, and he called loudly 'Wait!'
It made Sukuna pause, dropping his arm back at his side and turning towards the young man.
Yuuji fidgeted under his gaze, until he remembered why he'd stopped him. He fished the keys out of his pocket, handing it to the man. 'Here. The workers asked me to leave the keys to the town hall, but it's closed. I thought maybe you could collect it.' He explained.
Ryoumen-san seemed to be about to say something, but Yuuji continued talking, not sure he'd be able to finish if the older man talked first. 'They also said there was something plugged in somewhere and that it shouldn't be unplugged before 4pm.'
This made Ryoumen-san react, understanding dawning on his face. 'Oh, okay, good to know, I was wondering why they'd left it here.' He said, his voice low.
He reached for the keys Yuuji was handing him, watching the way their fingers touched, but said nothing. He took the keys and thanked Yuuji, already bringing his phone back to his ear and waving the younger man goodbye.
He paused halfway through the door, though. Turning to look at Yuuji in the eyes again. 'Thank you for telling me, Itadori, that was helpful.'
The blush crept up Yuuji's cheeks without him being able to hide it. He watched the older man leave until the sound of the ringing landline startled him into moving back to the reception desk.
For some reason, Ryoumen-san's acknowledgement made his chest swell with pride.
He had to get a grip on himself.
Yuuji thought about mentioning his stupid crush on the municipal agent to his friends, but stopped himself right before he was about to confess. Did he really want Nobara and Megumi invested into his love life? Most importantly, did he really want to mention a stupid and pointless attraction to his friends constantly trying to push him into a relationship? Yuuji wasn't so sure.
His friends had yet to come visit the museum he worked in, but he was sure he would only hear about the agent during their entire visit should he talk about him now. This, and the actual possibility of Yuuji dying from shame if they actually ended up meeting him. Nobara was ruthless when she wanted to.
So Yuuji kept his crush to himself. He would let it die down on his own when the novelty of the situation would pass. It wasn't the first time he thought himself to be attracted to someone, only to realise that he simply enjoyed their company, or simply associated them with something nice.
Ryoumen-san was just stupidly attractive, and Yuuji was bored, nothing else.
Yuuji started his Tuesday morning as usual, singing happily in his car on his way to work. On the way out of the village right before his destination, Yuuji caught up with a car with a small trailer. He decided to overtook it while he was still on a straight road.
He stepped on the accelerator, and before he could pass the car, heard something snap, and felt the pedal under his foot drop, loose. The car slowly lost speed, and Yuuji realised that the pedal was no longer working. With a frown, he turned on his hazard lights and parked on the side of the road, on a strip of grass.
Shocked and confused, Yuuji fished his phone out of his pocket as he stepped away from the car, further into the verge.
He called his older brother Choso and explained the situation. Choso's frenzy forced Yuuji to calm down in order to calm his older brother too, and he listened to him give him instructions.
Yuuji nodded along at his brother's words, following his directives. He didn't notice straight away the car parking next to his, but he looked up, surprised, as he heard the sound of a window being rolled down.
He swallowed a surprised sound as he met eyes with Ryoumen-san. 'Need help?' The man asked.
Yuuji stared, caught off guard, before Choso's voice calling him out took him out of his stupor. He raised the phone to his mouth, saying hurriedly 'My colleague's here, Choso-nii, I'll call you at the museum.' He hanged up before his brother could add anything.
'Hm, yeah, thank you. My car broke down and I can't really go to the museum like that.' Yuuji explained, embarrassed.
Ryoumen-san did not answer, and Yuuji felt stupid, thinking maybe he'd said too much, before the older man got out of his car.
'Show me.' He drawled, before taking the keys Yuuji was handing him.
Yuuji explained the issue and watched Ryoumen-san get down on his knees and crawl under the steering wheel and examine the pedal. He heard the man hum, before he stood back up.
'Your accelerator cable broke, kid. It's nothing too bad, the garage over there should be able to deal with it pretty quickly.'
Yuuji nodded as he listened to him. He was lucky he wasn't actually far from the garage and could see it from here.
Yuuji nodded, already dialling his insurance company, before Ryoumen's voice stopped him. 'What are you doing?'
'I'm calling my insurance, you know, to get the car towed.' He explained, surprised by Ryoumen-san's question.
The older man shook his head. 'No need for that, kid.' He took his own car keys out of his pocket and threw them to Yuuji. 'Take them, follow me with the car.'
Yuuji's eyes widened as he realised that Ryoumen-san was asking him to drive his car. Yuuji thought he couldn't be even more stressed, but this was on a completely different level. This was responsibility he didn't know he could uphold.
Ryoumen-san did not give a choice, though. He climbed into Yuuji's car, turned on the ignition, and Yuuji watched, bemused, as his car started to move.
Hurriedly, he climbed into Ryoumen's car, taking note of the leather seats and the old radio set to his left. He started the car and followed his own car, excruciatingly slowly.
They reached the garage a few minutes later, Ryoumen-san parking Yuuji's car as if he owned the place.
He got out of the car and nodded to Yuuji to follow him to the reception. Once at the desk, he greeted the receptionist, having obviously been here before. 'Hey, the kid broke his acceleration cable, think you've got time to take a look today?'
Yuuji wasn't able to hear the rest of the conversation, and quickly sent a message to Yuuta to let him known he'd be late.
'Ready to go, Itadori?' Ryoumen-san's voice made him look up.
'Huh, shouldn't I give my name or something?' Yuuji asked, confused.
Sukuna shook his head. 'No need to, I know the owner, it'll be done today, I'll bring you back here after your shift.' The older man explained.
Yuuji didn't know what to say. He was grateful the older man had stopped in the first place, he had not expected him to take care of all of this, it was already way much more than he had expected.
He thanked him profusely, following him to his car, sitting in the passenger seat this time. It was only when the engine started that Yuuji realised his proximity with the older man. He tensed, dozens of scenarios crossing his mind.
Ryoumen-san had helped him, and here he was, fantasizing about the situation. Refusing to let the older man feel his growing restlessness, he remembered that he wanted to ask him something.
'Ryoumen-san? I wanted to ask you how you made the car move?'
The older man did not look away from the road as he answered 'The clutch. In first gear, if you fiddle with the clutch, you don't need the accelerator to move the car. It's slow, but it does the trick.' He explained.
'Oh' Yuuji let out, surprised. He felt stupid for not having realised it on his own.
Ryoumen-san glanced at him quickly, adding. 'Don't sweat it. You were under under stress and in a rush, those things come with experience.'
'Yeah, I understand. It must have happened to you in the past too, right?' Yuuji answered, feeling in better spirits already.
Ryoumen-san snorted. 'It didn't, no.' There was smirk on the man's face. 'But don't compare it.'
Yuuji gaped at Ryoumen-san's confidence. He had not expected it. For some reason he wanted to scold him for it, but held himself back. He actually didn't know the guy.
The older man changed the topic. 'Call me Sukuna, I prefer that.' He said, tone odd.
Yuuji was surprised, and unsure of what had spurred Sukuna to say it, but he complied. 'Huh, okay.. Sukuna.' He liked the sound of the man's name.
Yuuji didn't have time to dwell more on it as they were already reaching the centre of the village. Sukuna parked the car in front of the museum, getting out at the same time as Yuuji.
Yuuji hurried outside, coming to stand in front of Sukuna and bowing excessively. 'Thank you for helping me this morning, Ryo–Sukuna! I don't know what I would have done otherwise!'
Sukuna shrugged, pushing his hair back. 'Don't sweat it, kid. I wasn't going to let you on the side of the road like that.' He started to walk away, before he added 'I'll let you know when I've got news for the car, yeah?'
'Alright!' Yuuji answered excitedly. 'Thank you again for your help, see you later!'
He rushed to the stairs, apologies already on his tongue before he could even see Yuuta at the desk.
Yuuji spent the rest of the morning recounting what happened to Yuuta, his friends, and to his two other older brothers. He called Choso twice, and ignored three of his calls. With such a busy morning, he didn't have time to think about how he'd been in Sukuna's car.
He didn't think much about it for the rest of the day, until Sukuna showed up at 5pm, his phone, for a change, resting in the inside of his jeans' back pocket.
'Hey!' He called, nodding to Yuuta. 'I got off a call with the garage, your car is ready.'
Yuuji stood up, phone still in hand. 'Really? That was super fast!'
Sukuna hummed. 'I told you it wasn't going to take long.' Sukuna said, looking at him.
It made Yuuji realise that, before today, Sukuna had always walked around looking away from him. To have his full attention was startling, but not unpleasant.
Sukuna nodded towards the car park 'I'll pick you up when you're done here, see you at six.' And he left before Yuuji could even protest.
And just as he'd said, Sukuna was waiting for him outside the museum at six on the dot. Yuuji was quick to join him, thanking him for the nth time this day before climbing inside his car.
Sukuna didn't say a word during the trip to the garage, though it was obvious he wasn't bothered by Yuuji's rambling. The younger man had started by talking about the car incident, but he had already talked about it too much during the day, and he quickly opted for different subjects. He talked about the village, and about how nice people were here. Sukuna never answered, but Yuuji didn't mind.
The older man accompanied him to the garage's reception, and Yuuji was surprised by the announced price. He had expected something higher. He paid and bid goodbye to the clerk, not missing the nod Sukuna sent to the man. The younger man suspected his colleague to have something to do with the discount he'd seemed to have, but did not ask about it.
Instead, he watched Sukuna lazily walk to his car, hands in his pockets, 'See you around.' He said, before he climbed inside his car.
Yuuji watched him leave, oddly calm despite the eventful day he'd had.
The ride back home was like the calm before the storm, his older brothers hitting him with countless questions the moment he stepped a foot inside their shared house. He answered each one dutifully, taking great care in reassuring Choso as the man was–as usual, and obviously– the most worried, and the harder to pacify.
Yuuji finally had time to breathe after diner, when all the plates were cleaned and his brothers had moved to the couch to watch a movie. For his part, Yuuji had turned down the offer, moving back to the kitchen, thinking.
He wanted to thank Sukuna for having stopped today. Even though he'd said it enough times today, he still wanted to thank the man differently.
He'd thought about it on his way back home, and something had stood out from his list: cooking something.
Yuuji was confident enough in his skills to make something for Sukuna that the man would enjoy, and he had a feeling it would please him. He blushed as he imagined Sukuna's happy reaction and had to strongly shake his head to not let other thoughts cross his mind. He set to work.
Yuuji was even more happy than usual to go to work the following day. His and Sukuna's lunch tightly secured in his backpack as he made the trip to the museum, humming a tune the entire journey.
It only hit him when he arrived at work that there was a real possibility that Sukuna would not come by today. Though he was often around, there were days when he didn't show up, and it bummed Yuuji.
He spent the entire morning pouting, certain today would be a day where Sukuna would not come. When the time came for he and Yuuta to close the museum for lunch, Yuuji was completely demoralised.
Yuuta had some relative over so he left, leaving Yuuji alone with his two meals and his sad puppy eyes.
He heard the sound of the entrance door being tentatively pulled and he didn't bother looking up, not wanting to watch some tourist try to open the door despite the Closed sign hanging on the door. He perked up at the sound of keys, though, and his eyes widened as he watched Sukuna walk inside the hall.
'Hey.' He said, a hand in his hair, keys in the other. 'I'm just going to check on something in the village hall.' He explained, before pausing in front of the desk. 'How's the car doing?'
Yuuji had to shake himself out of his surprised state, blinking a few times before he picked himself up and answered the older man. 'Fine! Everything's just as good as before!'
Sukuna nodded, before he started to walk towards the other room. Yuuji watched him walk away before he realised he'd actually been waiting for Sukuna for a reason. 'Wait!' He screamed, watching the other man stop, surprised but not startled.
'Hum-' Yuuji started, before he decided it'd be better if he took the bento box out while he talked. 'I wanted to thank you for helping me yesterday, I don't know what I would have done without you here!'
Sukuna shrugged 'I already told you it was nothing, brat, you didn't have to do anything.' Sukuna said, slightly irritated. The kid really had not listened to him, huh? Still, the man didn't seem to have expected a bento box to be thrust into his hands.
Sukuna accepted the box. He opened it slowly, looking up with a raised brow once he'd looked at the contents.
'Steaks…?' He asked, curious.
Yuuji nodded 'Yes! I tried to think about what type of food you could possibly like, and I thought you were the type to enjoy meat! '
In front of him, Sukuna was silent.
Yuuji started to fidget, doubting his decision for the first time since the previous night. Maybe Sukuna didn't like meat? Maybe Yuuji had let himself get carried away and was being overwhelming instead.
'Thanks,' Sukuna said, his voice oddly soft. There was a certain glimmer in his eyes, Yuuji having visibly guessed right.
'Had I known you'd cook me something like that, I would have tried to catch your attention earlier.' He said.
It made Yuuji bite his lower lip. 'Had I known meat would give me your attention, I would have done it earlier.' He said, only realising too late the fact that Sukuna had heard it.
Slowly, he looked up, afraid of what he'd see on the man's face. He did not expect to see a toothy smile on Sukuna, satisfaction clear in his eyes.
'Easy, brat, if you keep going I'll really think you're trying to seduce me.' He said. There was a pause before he nodded towards the empty desk behind Yuuji, 'Eat with me?'
Yuuji nodded, not sure he could utter a single word that would not be garbled.
They sat down across from each other, eating in relative silence, Sukuna giving appreciative comments about his meal here and there. Yuuji hummed and let out pat answers.
His mind constantly circled back to Sukuna's flirtatious comment.
Everything changed after that.
Before, Yuuji looked forward to Sukuna's visits. Now? Not so much. Or maybe it was the contrary. Maybe the anticipation making his stomach churn was a sign he waited for Sukuna and wanted to see him.
It didn't help that Yuuji had seemingly memorised the sound of Sukuna opening the front door, thus making it impossible for the younger man to mistake him with anyone else.
It was worst on the first day after their shared meal. Yuuji half-expected Sukuna to not show up, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise at the sound of the rough door opening.
Standing at the counter, he looked up from where he was scribbling down despite himself, his eyes immediately locking with Sukuna's.
A lazy smile spread on the older man's lips as he said 'Looking good today, brat.' in place of greeting.
Yuuji's eyes widened as he looked around, making sure no one had heard it. He opened his mouth to answer, but found he had nothing to say.
He swallowed, his eyes inadvertently sliding down Sukuna's face to his chest. His breath hitched as he answered very quietly. 'Thanks..you too.'
Sukuna's smirk spread even further, and he walked to lean against the counter. He barely had the time to rest his elbows before his phone rang. He fished it out quickly, and cursed when he saw the caller's name.
'Shit.' He cursed, before he picked it up, bringing the phone to his ear. 'Yeah?'
He sent a quick nod towards Yuuji, his eyes lingering as if he'd been wanting to say something else before being interrupted, but brushed it off and left.
Yuuji was on edge the rest of the day. He kept wondering whether Sukuna was going to come back, and he was slightly disappointed when he realised it would not happen. Maybe it had been for the best, though. Yuuji wasn't sure he would have been able to handle much more teasing coming from the older man today.
He wasn't a virgin, he had some experience, but it was his first time actually interacting with an older guy he found hot. He had never shown his interest towards Sukuna because he didn't think it was appropriate and he didn't think he had any chance, but now that all this was happening, he could still not believe Sukuna was showing him actual interest.
It was way much more than he had ever anticipated, and he doubted his fantasies could help him here. He still had the possibility of talking about it with his friends, but in some way, he feared their reactions.
They wouldn't be bothered by Sukuna's age, Nobara and Megumi never shy to declare their love for dilfs, as they'd often say. If anything, Yuuji was the one to have never really shown any attraction towards older men. But, actually, he mostly feared the way they'd react to him being attracted to an older guy. He didn't know if he was nervous about the possibility that they'd try to encourage him more than is reasonable. Worse, he feared they'd try to stop him, or to reason him. Yuuji didn't want to be reasoned. His little crush on Sukuna, and the flirting with him, was the most entertaining thing in Yuuji's life at the moment.
There was also a tiny part of him who didn't want to tell his friends about Sukuna because he wanted to have him all to himself. He was sure that if his friends simply just saw Sukuna's face, they'd be jealous of him.
Because Sukuna was hot, full stop. His slick-back pink hair, similar to Yuuji's in all but haircut, was already an attractive thing in itself. The tattoos on his face, too, were fucking hot, in Yuuji's opinion. There were the thick black lines on his arms, too, and it made Yuuji wonder what could possibly be hiding under the man's clothes.
As for his body in itself, Yuuji had seen the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, the thickness of his arms, and the width of his chest. Yuuji wanted nothing but to throw himself into Sukuna's arms, quite literally, just so he could feel the strong arms wrap around him.
Yuuji thought he didn't fare so bad either, especially compared to Megumi, but he wasn't sure a man like Sukuna really paid much attention to whether or not he was muscular. Yuuji didn't know, because he didn't know what a man Sukuna's age thought.
Maybe he could ask him, at some point. Not yet, though, it was too early, and Yuuji had yet to actually seduce Sukuna.
Sukuna did not stop by the museum for three days, and though Yuuji tried to remain calm, he itched to inquire about the older man to his colleague.
He'd grown used to seeing his light-brown car parked in front of the square every morning when he arrived, and its disappearance from the car park left Yuuji nervous and curious.
So much so that, when Sukuna pushed the door on Friday morning, Yuuji did not even recognise the sound.
He was busy cutting sheets of explanatory papers for the visitors, fully engrossed in his task. He'd registered the sound of the door opening, and after a few seconds of silence, frowned, wondering why Yuuta had not already engaged a conversation with the new visitor. He turned towards his colleague, surprised to realise Yuuta was looking at him, looking thoroughly amused.
He looked towards the counter, noting the figure standing there. His eyes met with blood-red ones, and a chill ran down his spine at the way Sukuna was looking at him.
'You were really focused on those sheets ha!' Yuuta said, laughing softly, a hand to his mouth, visibly not noticing the tension between the two men.
Yuuji forced himself to look away from Sukuna, answering to Yuuta '..Yeah.. I'm cutting things, after all, I have to be precise.'
'It sounds more like you have to make sure you're not accidentally cutting yourself' Sukuna said, smirking.
Yuuji was completely offended, spluttering 'Hey! I'm not five, I don't just cut myself with scissors, asshole!' He let out, freezing immediately. It was the first time he insulted Sukuna, and he wasn't sure how the man would react.
He peered through half-opened eyes, on his guards, only to be surprised by the sight of Sukuna laughing loudly, small crow's feet appearing on the corner of his closed eyes. Yuuji was blown away by both the sound of the man's laughter, and his face.
He wanted to grab him by the cheeks and smash their mouths together, to swallow his laughter in a kiss, and watch his eyes up close. He did nothing of the sort. Instead, he composed himself, sobered by the knowledge that Yuuta was right here, watching. He picked his scissors up, finishing what he'd been doing before being interrupted.
'Anyway, the guys are about to dismantle the shed on the other side of the village hall, don't be alarmed if you hear loud noises coming from there.' Sukuna said, already stepping back from the counter. Yuuji wanted to stop him, make him stay a little longer, but he had no idea what he could possibly say without sounding too weird.
He watched him leave, disappointment turning his stomach into knots.
The rest of the morning passed slowly, a few visitors coming and going, but it was obviously a slow day.
Just like every days since last week, Yuuta left during lunch, leaving Yuuji alone in the museum. He liked those lunches alone, as he could react loudly to the videos and anime he watched, and talk with his mouth full.
He was also more engrossed in whatever he watched, paying less attention to the things around him, as he already knew he was alone. It probably was the reason why he did not hear the museum's front door open, or the following footsteps.
He only noticed the newcomer's arrival when the latter let himself fall on Yuuta's empty chair, right to Yuuji's side.
The pink-haired man shrieked, jumping from his seat from the scare, so surprised at having let himself be caught off guard so easily.
Having anticipated the reaction from the younger man, Sukuna watched the scene unfold with a large smirk on his face, a barely concealed snort at Yuuji's reaction.
'I know you're excited to see me, brat, but there's no need to jump for joy.' Sukuna said, self-sufficient.
'You're insufferable,' Yuuji started, huffing, 'you're lucky I was done eating, otherwise we would have both been covered in stew.'
'You made stew? I'd love to try it out, one day.' Sukuna said.
It caught Yuuji off guard. 'I-.. Do you want some? I can pack some for your for tomorrow, if you want, I have way too many leftovers.' Yuuji explained, feeling his own cheeks redden at the offer.
Sukuna hummed, leaning down, face impossibly close to Yuuji's. 'I'd like that, yeah… But now, I kind of want to taste it on your lips.' He said alluringly, licking his lips while he watched Yuuji's.
The younger man parted his lips mindlessly, a silent invitation Sukuna could not refuse. Slowly, he leant impossibly closer, lips brushing against Yuuji's, while the younger man didn't seem to dare move.
Sukuna wondered if it was because he feared Sukuna would not go through with his threat if he moved, but he couldn't be more wrong. Sukuna had already made his choice regarding Yuuji. He'd decided he'd have him the moment he'd understood the brat wanted him.
Yuuji's eyes were transfixed on Sukuna's, waiting expectantly for the older man to move.
Not one to play games, Sukuna went for it, kissing Yuuji slowly. It didn't take long before he captured Yuuji's lower lip between his teeth and bit it gently, licking it afterwards.
It spurred Yuuji to take what he wanted too, and he opened his mouth wider, wanting to feel Sukuna's tongue against his. The older man grunted as he took the cue, his right hand grabbing Yuuji's hair and pulling him closer, his left hand holding onto the desk, effectively trapping Yuuji in his chair against the desk, and Sukuna's chest.
They kissed for a few minutes, hours for Yuuji, before the younger man pulled away, delightfully flushed and dishevelled. Sukuna was surprised to see the state in which the brat was with just a bit of tongue. It made him want to see more.
Not today, though. He didn't want to scare the brat away, and for that, he needed to not push him too much. He'd already gotten far enough to glimpse the potential limit of where he could go with Yuuji at work, and it was more than enough, and more than expected. After all, they'd just made out in the museum's reception, where anyone with keys could have walked in.
Sukuna watched Yuuji with amusement clear on his face. It was at times like these that their age difference was blindingly obvious. Yuuji was living his firsts flirting, while Sukuna was used to it.
The older man reached for Yuuji's hair, initially wanting to ruffle it but deciding against it. Instead, he tried to arrange the messy strands in a hairstyle he thought would suit Yuuji. The younger man let him do, watching him do as he pleased as his breathing calmed down.
Sukuna pulled back after a while, one of his hands resting on one of Yuuji's thighs, a satisfied air on his face. 'Now you look presentable.' he said, as if he'd found fault with Yuuji's initial look to start with. Yuuji didn't believe it, not after having witnessed and been at the first end of Sukuna's kiss full of fervour.
Yuuji said nothing, styling his hair back to his taste the minute the older man looked away.
The clock was ticking, and it would soon be time to reopen the museum. Yuuta's return was imminent, too. Both men had this in mind and pulled away on their own, going back to talking about casual things and work.
The conversation dwindled naturally, until the sound of keys resonated in the room, and both men looked at each other, aware of the pressing need to part ways.
Sukuna's hand, warm on Yuuji's thigh, squeezed one last time in goodbye, and then the man was standing up, walking on the other side of the counter while Yuuta walked into the double-door entrance.
'I'll see you around?' Yuuji asked, hopeful despite himself. He didn't want to sound too clingy, but he also didn't want Sukuna to vanish for days without even a heads up.
Sukuna nodded. 'Yeah, I'll be back on Monday' he said.
The knowledge that today was a Friday, and that he'd have to wait before potentially kissing Sukuna again, seemed like a punishment, but he knew that with the necessary distance, he'd be grateful for it.
Yuuji watched Sukuna leave without saying another word, the feeling of his tongue running against Sukuna's upper canines etched into his mind.
These two days of reprieve turned out to be, as expected, well-needed for Yuuji.
With time to think about what had happened with Sukuna in a place away from every work-related thing, Yuuji had the illusion of having a clearer mind.
Which meant that him wanting to kiss Sukuna, and go even further with him, was a fully-formed thought, and he could no longer lie to himself about a possible lapse of judgement when he kept finding the older man terribly attractive.
The make-out session had certainly not fixed things, and, if anything, it had only gotten Yuuji more into the older man.
For the first time in weeks, Yuuji was eager for Monday to come sooner.
Until a thought crossed his mind.
He remembered the time Sukuna had come into the museum and stopped in front of the souvenirs display to buy his kid a coin. He remembered that Sukuna had a child. And if he had a child, maybe it also meant that he had a spouse.
And suddenly, Yuuji wondered if he'd turned into a homewrecker. Oh, how he would hate it, if it was the case. Knowing that Sukuna had a kid, probably still young, and that Yuuji could put in jeopardy that kid's family just because he found the kid's father sexy? Yuuji hated it.
He decided that he'd have to clear things with Sukuna first thing first the moment they'd be alone, and that he would put an end to all this, shall Sukuna still be with the kid's mother.
He hated how the thought made him slightly sick. Ever since Sukuna had started flirting with him, Yuuji had spent hours making scenarios in his head. He didn't want whatever was happening to end, but it was already too good to be true, and he would only be so surprised if it had to end because of Sukuna cheating on his spouse.
Yuuji waited for Sukuna with less enthusiasm than usual the following Monday. Obviously, he had taken some time to think about the situation during the weekend, and he'd drawn the conclusion that he would reject the older man straight away, should he be in a relationship. And if he actually laughed in the face of Yuuji's rejection, maybe the younger man would consider going to his spouse and expose his actions.
He'd spent so much time thinking about what he would do if he learned Sukuna was in a relationship that he had not, or only briefly, thought about the possibility that Sukuna was single.
When the older man walked into the museum that day, Yuuji greeted him with less spirit than before. Sukuna did not miss it.
Heading for the village hall, he said nothing until Yuuta left for a tour. The moment the guide left the entrance with a group of tourists, Sukuna walked by the door, heading straight for Yuuji. 'Hey, brat. Everything okay?' He asked, sitting in Yuuta's chair just like he'd done two days earlier.
Yuuji nodded mindlessly, obviously focused on something, though Sukuna couldn't quite understand what, as the younger man wasn't looking at anything in particular.
'Oi, brat?' Sukuna asked, clicking his fingers in front of Yuuji's face to make him snap out of whatever train of thought he was riding.
'Stop it.' The younger man snapped as he pushed Sukuna's hands away. 'There's something I want to talk about.' He said, looking serious.
It made Sukuna frown. He'd never really seen the brat being serious before, and he wondered what could be the reason. 'Sure.' He said, shrugging as he leant into Yuuta's seat and played with a pen on the desk.
Yuuji took a breath before he talked. 'I know you have a child,' it made Sukuna look up from the pen, even more curious now, 'but I doubt you'd had it alone. So, my question is, do you have a wife? Are you actually cheating on them? Because if so, I won't tolerate it, I don't want to partake in any of your–'
He was silenced by a kiss from Sukuna. Flustered, Yuuji let himself be kissed before he pulled himself together and pushed Sukuna away.
'What the fuck, man?' He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand.
In front of him, Sukuna was grinning from ear to ear. He leant down in Yuuji's personal space, licking at the corner of the other's mouth as he brought his phone to eye level.
From the corner of his eyes, Yuuji noticed that Sukuna was calling someone. The younger man cursed as he pushed Sukuna away for a second time, 'Stop it, S-'
'Sukuna?' A voice asked through the phone speaker.
Yuuji froze.
'Hey, Uraume,' Sukuna started, his fingers tracing the contours of Yuuji's jaw.
'Hi.' The stranger's voice answered. 'Did you want something?'
Sukuna's eyes did not leave Yuuji's as he asked 'How's our kid doing?'
'Aku? I wouldn't know, she's at school, why?' The stranger asked, seemingly used to Sukuna's weird questionings.
'Good. You remember my young and sexy colleague back at the museum, right?' Sukuna asked.
The voice at the other end of the phone seemed to ponder, before it rose again, 'Oh, yeah, I do. What of him, then?'
'He's here. I have him cornered in his office chair, all flushed. You should see his blushed cheeks, it makes me want to turn his entire skin red.' Yuuji was flushing even more at the words. 'He was worrying about me cheating on you.' Sukuna added, and Yuuji craned his head towards the phone to hear better.
'Cheat on me?' The voice asked.
'Yeah, me cheating on you since, you know, we have a child together and shit.' Sukuna said, as if he needed to explain it to his spouse.
'Oh, my, what a lovely young man. Yuuji, is that it?' The voice asked over the speaker.
Yuuji hesitated towards the phone before he answered 'Huh, yeah. Hi.'
'Hi,' the stranger said. 'This is very sweet of you, Yuuji, but I'm not too fond of sex. Sukuna can do whatever he wants in this area, I don't care. If you're asking for permission, Yuuji, then you have my blessing. Fuck Sukuna all you want, and to your heart's content, I can only encourage you.'
Yuuji stood still, taking in the information. He didn't know what he had expected Sukuna's answer to be, but it certainly hadn't been this. He had half expected the man to simply be divorced, or cheating, but not to have his..partner? Giving him his blessing through the phone.
The voice on the phone asked. 'Are you still here, Yuuji?'
Yuuji straightened, 'Huh, yes, yes! Thank you for your honesty!' He said, sincere. Yuuji decided to speak again, 'Hum, I'm Itadori Yuuji, nice to meet you, Ryoumen-san!' He exclaimed on the phone. He added, then 'I am glad Sukuna-san is not cheating on you.'
There was the sound of a laugh on the other end of the phone, and then 'You can just call me Uraume, Yuuji.' They paused. 'Was it all, Sukuna?'
'Just the clearing thing, yes, Uraume.' Sukuna explained.
Their partner hummed. 'Alright, then I'll see you tonight, Sukuna.' And with that, they hanged up.
Sukuna looked just as sure of himself as before. 'There,' he started, 'are you satisfied, now?'
Yuuji hesitated before he nodded. He was looking down at his fidgeting hands. 'Huh, yeah. Sorry if I sounded too harsh on the accusations…'
Sukuna grabbed him by the chin, making him look up. 'Don't apologise. It was hot to see you being all serious on behalf of Uraume. Hot for me, and I'm positively sure it charmed Uraume.'
Yuuji blushed and did not push Sukuna back this time when the older man captured his lips. They kissed and groped each other just like the last few times, Yuuji with more abandon than ever before, and Sukuna looked positively crestfallen when he had to pull away.
Sukuna came back the following day, hanging around during morning, discreetly waiting for Yuuta to leave to sneak in. He had nothing to hide, but neither he nor Yuuji wished to draw attention to them and make people wonder why Sukuna joined the young and bubbly museum receptionist during his lunch break.
It wasn't like people could ever guess what was going on, but still, caution was advised.
Contrary to the previous day, Sukuna had brought his own food. He propped his feet on Yuuji's desk, munching on his sandwich while he watched Yuuji eat his own onigiris.
Next to him, Yuuji was happy to share a meal with Sukuna, at ease after the call with Uraume. He was glad to be able to still share these moments with the older man, as he would have been unable to pursue whatever this was that was happening between them if he'd thought Sukuna was cheating on his partner.
Glad Sukuna didn't seem too put off by his rambling, Yuuji kept on talking about the morning's visitors even after they'd stopped eating.
Sukuna listened to him distractedly despite never looking away from the younger man's face. He was picking at his teeth with a toothpick nonchalantly, and Yuuji couldn't help but find it absolutely sexy beyond words.
Sukuna didn't miss the glimmer in Yuuji's eyes, and effortlessly let one of his hands settle on Yuuji's knee.
Yuuji didn't jump, despite the surprise. He didn't dare move either, out of fear the older man would take it as a sign of uneasiness. Sukuna's thumb rubbed circles on his right knee, testing the waters.
Seeing as there was no reaction, Sukuna brought his hand higher, sliding from Yuuji's knee to his thigh. He slipped his hand on the inside of Yuuji's thigh and the younger man shuddered as he parted his legs further, a clear invitation for Sukuna to continue his exploration.
Sukuna did not need more to continue. He rubbed at Yuuji's legs through his jeans, and Yuuji wondered briefly how he would be able to withstand more when he was already in such a state with Sukuna's fingers not even touching his skin. He could already feel himself harden in his pants.
Not quite sure of what to do with himself, Yuuji looked around. He realised that only the counter hid Sukuna's wandering hand, and he bit his lips as he imagined someone walking in on them. The elders from computer class, who probably all knew Sukuna, if only by sight. Or the librarian, followed by the middle-aged women who were all so found of Yuuji. What a mess it would be, really, if they were to be caught.
The feel of Sukuna's hand derailed Yuuji's train of thoughts, and his eyes were drawn to his wandering fingers slipping inside his jeans, on the edge of his waistband.
Yuuji had not even realised they'd stopped talking, too overwhelmed by Sukuna's boldness. As for the older man, he was enthralled by Yuuji's reactions, the warmness of his skin, and the little twitches of anticipation he could feel under his fingertips.
Yuuji felt Sukuna touch him over his boxer shorts, and he did everything he could to hold a groan. The knowledge of Sukuna touching him, added with the actual sensation, was already enough to set his body on fire. He wanted more, not sure of how much he could handle.
He let Sukuna do as he pleased, though, and unable to watch his movements, turned his head to look at his face.
Focused on his ministrations, Sukuna did not seem to notice, or maybe he simply didn't care. Instead, he moved on to the next level, slipping his hand against Yuuji's bare skin as he traced the edge of his lower abdomen, itching to get lower.
Yuuji bit his lips, his eyes fluttering as Sukuna took him in hand.
Slowly, Sukuna wrapped his hand around Yuuji's length, pumping a few times before Yuuji hissed. 'Fuck, Sukuna. Too dry.' Yuuji whined.
Sukuna hummed in answer, letting go of Yuuji's cock. His fingertips traced the curve of a vein, gently rubbing at his tip in passing, before he took his hand out of Yuuji's pants.
Yuuji thought he could cry. He'd been dreaming about Sukuna's touch for weeks, and now that he'd had his fingers on him, he didn't want to feel them leave. He watched Sukuna with pleading eyes, only to realise that the older man was still not looking at him, his eyes focused on Yuuji's bulge instead. Sukuna brought his left hand to his face, licking his palm shamelessly, visibly unaware of the effect it had on Yuuji.
The younger man's cock twitched in his pants, and this seemed to catch Sukuna's attention. He looked up towards Yuuji, smirk spreading on his lips. 'Eager to feel my hands on you?' He asked.
Yuuji could have pretended to lie, could have tried to play it off, but he didn't even think about it. Instead, he answered heartily. 'Yes, Sukuna, please.'
This seemed to please Sukuna even more than anticipated, 'Please what? Use your words, Yuuji.'
'Touch me, touch me, Sukuna.'
This time, the older man complied. His hand slipped under Yuuji's waistband again, taking Yuuji out of his pants. He collected precum from the tip of his cock, before he wrapped his hand around his length for the second time this day. With slow movements, he jerked Yuuji's cock, quickly going faster when Yuuji's breathy moans started to speed up.
He was close, it was obvious, and Sukuna, contrary to what he would usually do, did not feel like teasing the boy. Considering how long he'd waited for this to happen, he didn't feel like making Yuuji wait any longer.
'Yes, oh Sukuna, fuck, I'm gonna come.' Yuuji said, all pretences out of the window as he was biting his hand to muffle his moans, eyes squeezed shut.
He almost jumped when he felt Sukuna's hot breath against the skin of his neck. 'Do it, then, Yuuji. Come.'
The younger man did not need to be told twice, and he came with a shudder, his right arm gripping at Sukuna's sleeve as he emptied himself on his abdomen. (Sukuna had had the decency of aiming away from his pants, avoiding a shameful stain in a difficult place to hide.)
Yuuji breathed in a few times before he opened his eyes again, gaze immediately drawn to the obvious tent in Sukuna's pants.
'Thank you,' he said first, before adding in a lower voice, obviously trying to sound seductive, 'can I return the favour?'
'Yeah,' Sukuna said. 'Give me your hand.' he asked.
Yuuji swallowed, eyes never leaving Sukuna's gaze as he complied, holding out his hand.
He felt Sukuna's warm right hand over his, and heard the sound of a fly being pulled down before his palm touched Sukuna's cock. Oh fuck, Yuuji thought, he's using my hand to masturbate.
Sukuna was wetter than Yuuji had expected. Bigger, too, but he'd imagined it as such. Just like with Yuuji, Sukuna did not fully pull himself out, and Yuuji looked at the tip of his cock peeking out of his boxer shorts.
He had to bite his lip to hide a groan as Sukuna wrapped around himself both his and Yuuji's hands. Sandwiched between the man's cock and palm, Yuuji's hand was in heaven. The younger man hoped it would be his case one day, too, to be stuck between Sukuna's cock and hands.
Just like with him, Sukuna was quick, obviously chasing his orgasm. 'Wrap you fingers a little tighter.' he instructed between two groans.
Yuuji did as told, his fingers squeezing tighter, though not quite covering Sukuna's full width with his fingers.
It seemed that they both thought about it at the same time, as they both grunted. 'Fuck, your hands are small.' Sukuna let out.
'Yeah.' Yuuji answered, stunned.
Sukuna's grip over his hand tightened, and his rhythm sped up. He hissed and came with a drawn out 'Fuuck-'
Contrary to what Yuuji'd expected, Sukuna did not throw his head back, instead, he curled up, his head almost hitting the desk, before he drifted towards Yuuji's arm, almost resting his head on his shoulder while he relished in the last throes of his orgasm.
Sukuna pulled his and Yuuji's hands away from his cock, though he did not let go of Yuuji's hand quite yet.
They remained in this position for a while, Sukuna straightening up at some point and cleaning both their hands with a tissue.
After a while, he broke the silence. 'Yuuji?' He asked.
'Mmh?' The younger man asked.
'You've got ten minutes left before the museum is supposed to reopen.' The older man stated matter-of-factly.
Yuuji groaned. He did not want Sukuna to leave just yet, and after the orgasm he'd had, he didn't feel like talking to people either.
'Get moving, brat. Before your colleague catches us,' Sukuna started, before adding, after Yuuji's silence, 'Though I'm sure you'd like that, huh? Getting caught with your hand around my cock, sitting at your desk with that innocent smile of yours on, and those shameless red cheeks, heh?'
Yuuji shook his head wildly 'Not at all, you fucking pervert! You're the one wanting to get caught!' Yuuji defended himself.
Sukuna shrugged. 'Yeah', he agreed.
'Yeah! You're such a pervert and- what? You really want to get caught?' Yuuji asked.
Once again, Sukuna shrugged. 'It would be hot.' He paused to think for a while, before adding.
'It would be a pain in the ass to explain the whole thing afterwards, but probably worth the trouble honestly.' He explained as if he was seriously considering it.
Disagreeing and obviously flustered, Yuuji pushed himself off the chair. 'Enough! I'm going to get cleaned up!' He cried out despite being alone in the room with Sukuna.
He rushed to the bathroom before Sukuna could rile him up even more, splashing cold water on his face and using wet napkins to wipe his abdomen.
Sukuna joined him shortly after, walking behind him and coming to wrap his arms around him. He was significantly taller than Yuuji, as the man was practically towering over him, looking at him through the mirror in front of them.
'You're so small, Yuuji,' Sukuna started, his voice raspy, right in Yuuji's ears, making the hair on the back of his neck stand. 'I wonder what it would be like to take you. Would it even fit inside of you, brat?' He whispered in his ear.
Yuuji blinked a few times before he pushed Sukuna's arms away from him, punching him in the shoulder. 'Stop it, fucking pervert! I need to open the museum, not get a fucking boner! Leave, I'm serious!' He exclaimed, looking anything but believable and threatening.
Sukuna chuckled before he raised his hands in surrender. 'Alright, I'll leave.' He washed his hands and went to leave the bathroom, before he turned towards Yuuji and grabbed him by the chin. He bent down, French kissing him shamelessly before he pulled away. He wiped their shared saliva from Yuuji's lips with his thumb, and left with a wink, leaving Yuuji dazed in the bathroom despite the clock ticking.
They continued seeing each other every lunch break for a week, every day starting by them greeting each other, and ending with them making out in the bathroom.
On the next Monday, Yuuji watched Yuuta take his lunch box out of his bag and felt his stomach drop.
'You're not going back home to eat with your relative?' He asked.
'Nope! My cousin's gone back home, I'm back to eating with you again. Did you miss me?' Yuuta asked with a large smile.
Yuuji did not have the heart to tell him the truth. 'Sure.' he answered instead, sounding as dishonest as ever. Yuuta did not notice his discomfort.
Sukuna came that day. Caught off guard by Yuuta's presence, he left, lunch box under his arm, crimson eyes fixed on Yuuji's.
Yuuji wasn't quite ready to take the plunge and meet Sukuna outside of the museum, so Yuuta's return during breaks was an effective stop in his and Sukuna's interactions.
His return had caught both men off-guard, Yuuji being especially surprised Yuuta had not mentioned earlier that he'd be back to eat with him at noon. They should have known that their daily meetings could not go on endlessly, but neither of the two men had suspected it would happen so soon.
Yuuji struggled to go from daily mind-blowing orgasms to nothing at all. Sukuna sometimes succeeded in groping him and pulling him inside the bathroom for a quick make-out session while Yuuta was doing a tour, but it ended here.
It was both frustrating and unbelievably exciting. Sukuna only needed to walk inside the building, and suddenly Yuuji's focus was on him, wondering what the older man would try now, and whether Yuuji would be able to resist him or not.
This hiding game gave to Yuuji the impression of being Sukuna's mistress, hiding their secret relationship under fake pretences and quickly deleted texts. It was not the case, far from it actually, and it made things better in Yuuji's eyes. He loved the thrill of having to hide their relationship, all the while knowing that it would cause no harm to the people surrounding them. Sure, his friends would be pissed he'd hid this affair, and maybe his boss and the villagers wouldn't be too fond of this, but Sukuna's family would not suffer from it, and Yuuji's wouldn't either. In some way, and despite Yuuta's presence, Yuuji was very lucky to be able to experience this with Sukuna.
Yuuji never thought he'd be in Sukuna's league in any shape and form. But with each passing day and hour, it became clearer to him that Sukuna was not going to get bored of him any time soon. This was made obvious in the way the older man claimed his mouth at every opportunity, and glared at visitors whenever some of them got too clause to Yuuji. The younger-man was ecstatic.
One morning, Yuuta arrived a little out of breath, saying he'd missed his alarm clock and had rushed to work.
Yuuji teased him on his clumsiness, despite being late himself at least once a week. The morning went on as usual, until the time to close for lunch neared.
Yuuji got up to check inside the museum to make sure no visitors lagged behind, and once he was sure there wasn't anyone anymore, walked back towards the reception. From the staircase, he heard Yuuta curse.
Curious, he quickened his pace, asking as soon as he had his colleague in sight 'What's going on?'
Yuuta looked up, a pout on his face. 'In my haste, I forgot to pack lunch this morning.' He explained, sighing. He looked at the clock 'Well, the corner shop is closed now.'
He shrugged, putting his things away. 'I guess I'll go back home for the break, then.' He said, focusing back on his task, missing the way Yuuji completely froze.
'Oh yeah?' The pink-haired man asked, without having even moved.
'Yeah, I'm leaving the museum in your care then!' Yuuta said, hauling his bag on back. 'I'll lock behind me!' He exclaimed as he closed the door to the double-door entrance behind him, but already Yuuji wasn't listening to him anymore.
Instead, he fished his phone out of his pocket and clicked on Sukuna's contact, writing him a short text.
Sukuna had given him his number when Yuuta had came back, right for situations like this one.
Yuuji sat on his chair, restlessly looking at the door, waiting for the older man. Ten minutes later he had no answer, and there was no sign of the municipal agent. Itching to try to contact him again, Yuuji tried to call him this time. Sukuna did not pick up.
Dejected, Yuuji decided to eat the lunch box he'd prepared himself the day before, unable to shake off the disappointment. He shouldn't be surprised, though. Sukuna was surely a busy man, and he probably wasn't able to free himself up at the last minute.
Yuuji watched some silly videos while he ate, his meal less tasty than it had been supposed to be.
Once finished, he walked to the bathroom to rinse his lunch box over the sink. He walked out the door while yawning, almost dropping his box when he came face to face with someone.
'Sukuna?!' Yuuji asked, his voice turning high pitched on the syllable, forcing his startled shriek down.
'He's really gone?' Sukuna asked, eyes on him.
Yuuji nodded.
Sukuna was on him in an instant. Yuuji barely had the time to leave his lunch box on the counter before Sukuna dragged him inside the bathroom by the arm, closing the door behind them. The older man pushed Yuuji against said door, his mouth immediately ravishing Yuuji's.
The shorter man blinked, taking in the situation, before his hands buried in Sukuna's hair, closing into fists and grabbing onto pinks strands. He pulled Sukuna closer, dying to feel his body against his.
He didn't know what he had expected by calling Sukuna here, but it was already all he wanted. Sukuna was demanding, leading, and Yuuji fought back, pulling the older man closer, grinding against him, silently asking for more.
One of Sukuna's hands settled on his hips in a bruising grip, keeping him flush against the door, effectively stopping his movements.
Yuuji whined, unhappy to be stripped from his ability to grind against Sukuna's leg.
They kissed for a little while longer before Yuuji decided he had enough.
'Sukuna, please.' He asked.
'What do you want, brat?'
'Please, don't leave me like this. I don't want to get back to work in such a state.' Yuuji gestured at the tent in his pants.
His flushed cheeks and pleading eyes were tantalising, enticing Sukuna to ruin him even more.
'Sukuna', Yuuji said 'I want you to touch me so bad, please' he said, his left hand sliding into his boxer shorts, the strained fabric visible through his open fly.
Sukuna watched the scene, Yuuji back to the door, his pants hanging open, low on his hips, hooded eyes fixed on him, soft sounds slipping through his parted lips as he touched himself under his boxer.
Arousal pulsed through Sukuna as he sank to his knees in front of the younger man.
He kissed Yuuji's knuckles through the fabric of his boxer, before he moved to mouth at his cock.
Yuuji's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Sukuna had never done anything but touch him before, and the sight of the older man on his knees for him was just as unexpected as haunting.
He could feel his tongue through the fabric, and the barely-there pressure was driving him insane. 'Please, Sukuna, please.' He asked, desperate.
To his dismay, Sukuna pulled away. 'You never have enough, brat.' He said, and Yuuji feared he would leave him hanging right here and now.
His panic was short-lived, though, as Sukuna had pulled back to get a better view of him. Their eyes met as Sukuna hooked his fingers in Yuuji's boxer shorts and pulled it down, and the younger man was positive he could have burst right here and then, had he been a man of littler resolve.
Sukuna's hot breath ghosted against his skin as he took his time to get a proper look at Yuuji. The latter didn't really know what he was meant to do. Would it ruin the mood if he asked him what he thought of his cock?
Yuuji did not have the time to laugh at his own thought, too surprised by Sukuna licking the length of his cock and circling the gland with his tongue afterwards.
Yuuji moaned before he put a hand against his own mouth to muffle his sounds. They were alone, but nothing could guarantee it would stay this way. The thought of one of Sukuna's colleagues, alerted by the sound, could push the bathroom's door open and find Sukuna on his knees, blowing Yuuji, was enough to redden his cheeks and heat his loins. There was no denying that he would not last.
Sukuna took him in his mouth and didn't move for a while, his tongue simply exploring the length of Yuuji's cock. The latter had closed his eyes, unable to keep watching Sukuna or he'd have come ridiculously quickly.
Still, as much as Sukuna's ministrations were pleasurable, Yuuji soon found himself wanting more. His hips involuntarily bucked and his eyes flew open as he apologised. 'Sorry!' He said, alarmed, and Sukuna smirked as he pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
'It's alright brat, I don't mind, you won't last, anyway.' Sukuna explained, already closing his lips around Yuuji's cock again.
This time, he started bobbing his head, and Yuuji immediately knew he was fucked. It was better than any blowjob he'd ever received, Sukuna eagerly sucking him off as if he'd been waiting for it for days. It crossed Yuuji's mind that maybe he had.
After all, they had been interrupted in their daily meetings by Yuuta's sudden return, and though Yuuji had been looking forward to doing more with Sukuna, he had not quite thought about the fact that the older man might have wanted to go further with him too. The way the municipal agent sucked him off right now backed up his sudden theory.
'Fuck, Sukuna.' Yuuji said, voice muffled by his own hand.
The latter looked up, obviously pleased by Yuuji's reaction and his ability to take him apart so easily.
'Oh fuck, Sukuna, I'm gonna come.' Yuuji warned after a few more thrusts.
Sukuna did not stop, and Yuuji grew alarmed as he felt himself getting close.
'Suku, Suku, I'm really not going to last, ahh-' He didn't even end his sentence, his breath hitching, followed by a moan. He didn't think he'd felt this good ever, actually. Sukuna's mouth was warm, but it was his tongue that drove Yuuji to the edge. He didn't know how Sukuna wasn't tired already, not slowing down in the slightest even when Yuuji was so close to coming. If anything, he seemed to speed up his movements.
Seemingly focused on his task, Sukuna lost his balance and held onto Yuuji's right leg to steady himself. His hands wrapped around Yuuji's thighs, his nails lightly scrapping the skin through the fabric as pulsing arousal cursed through Yuuji and pushed him over the edge.
He came with a broken 'S-kuna', his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in the older man's mouth, stunned as Sukuna did not try to back away, but remained in place instead, swallowing his cum up to the last drop.
His tongue twirled around Yuuji's cock one last time, lapping at the tip to make sure no drops were left, and he pulled away, his pink tongue peeking from his parted lips as he heaved a sigh.
Yuuji watched him wipe with his thumb a drop of cum resting on his bottom lip, sucking the digit inside his mouth. The younger man pictured the man's tongue wrapping around the finger, and he remembered the feeling of Sukuna's tongue on him. He felt his cock twitch, resting on his pelvis, and his cheeks reddened even more.
Sukuna snorted, a knowing smile on his lips as his eyes met Yuuji's. Silently, Sukuna got up from his crouching position. He hiked Yuuji's boxer shorts up despite the wetness and saliva still coating Yuuji's member, groping him through the fabric one last time before he pulled his pants up as well and buttoned them.
Yuuji was in a daze. He'd come seconds before, and already, he wanted more. Never had he thought that someone putting clothes on him could be so hot.
He watched, almost in slow-motion, Sukuna inch closer to him to finally press his lips against him. Yuuji parted his lips quickly, welcoming Sukuna's tongue eagerly.
The younger man had never tasted himself on anyone else's tongue before, and he wondered if he liked the taste just because, or if is was specifically because it was Sukuna kissing him. For obvious reasons, he did not wish to know the answer to that question.
He could feel Sukuna's hardness resting against his thigh and sought to reach for it. Sukuna stopped him. 'Don't.' He said between kisses, 'I'll take care of it.'
Yuuji wanted to protest, was about to, when Sukuna brought his phone to his face. He read the time, and was surprised to see they only had 10 minutes left. Yuuta always came back before the end of their break, and as much as he wanted to return the favour to the older man, they didn't have enough time for Sukuna to both come and make a swift and discreet exit.
'I want to make you come too.' Yuuji complained, looking as disappointed as if he'd been the one leaving unsatisfied.
Sukuna did not seem surprised by his statement. 'I know brat. We'll find another time.' he said, fixing himself.
'When?' Yuuji asked, obviously not convinced by Sukuna's answer.
It made the older man pause, right hand coming to rest on Yuuji's hips as he forced him to look him in the eyes.
'I'll send you a text, alright baby?' He looked him up and down, eyes sultry. 'Don't think I'll let you go so easily..' He leant closer, his mouth almost to Yuuji's ear. 'Especially not after you've been so obviously eager to reciprocate, Yuuji.'
Yuuji watched him leave through the village hall a few minutes later, after having cleaned themselves and made sure they'd left nothing incriminating inside the bathroom. Yuuji was already looking forward to see him again.
A few days later, Yuuji's boss announced him he was going to take Yuuta with him for a quick business trip to another museum in the region, and that Yuuji would be left alone to close the museum, as they'd be back late in the evening.
Yuuji never wrote a text so quickly. He was surprised by the speed of the reply.
Sukuna wrote: 'Wait for me in the museum after 6pm that day. Lock the door. Do not set the alarm.'
This is my first SukuIta fic and I'm so happy to finally post it! I always write my fics in their entirety before posting it, so I wrote this one really fast just because I wanted to post it as soon as possible (and also because I have zine fics on the side I need to work on...)
I was planning on making this a one shot, but I realised literally halfway through, and 12k words in, that I would need to cut the fic in two if I wanted it to be digestible and actually readable! I'm glad it doesn't cut in the middle of nowhere, though, as they're at a point where they've crossed yet another line, and are about to push things further!
PS: If you think the breaking-down car bit feels oddly detailed, it's because it happened to me and I decided to use it for the fic. Know that many things in this first chapter actually happened to me, minus the affair with the municipal agent tho.
I hope you enjoyed it, I'll post the next chapter next week on the same day! Please think about leaving a comment, it's always nice to read and it's motivating too.
