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Anticipation churned his stomach all day. He'd been on edge the entire week, actually, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sukuna, even just in passing, but Yuuji did not see him.

He couldn't help worrying about it. After all, he'd last seen Sukuna right after the man had sucked him off in the museum's bathroom, maybe he had second thoughts? Maybe he didn't intend to meet Yuuji anymore, and chose to avoid him instead? This, especially, was a stupid thought. Yuuji did not know Sukuna that well, but from what he'd seen, this was obviously not Sukuna's way of doing things. If anything, the older man would have been painfully honest if he didn't want to see Yuuji anymore.

But the younger man couldn't help it, he debated sending the older man a message a few days before the fateful Wednesday, but he feared Sukuna would announce him a change of plan, and Yuuji did not want that. So, instead, he simply laid low, anticipating every passing minute until the day Yuuta and his boss would desert the place for the afternoon.

He enthusiastically waved at both men as they left the museum, a little after 1pm. He spent the first half hour alone thinking about this evening's meeting, and was glad when visitors started walking in.

Work was a welcome distraction, and he gladly gave directions to anyone asking, presenting his museum's content to visitors he knew weren't even planning on coming inside. Anything to get his mind off the fact that he was meeting with Sukuna here tonight to fuck.

He'd prepped himself this morning, going as far as to get up earlier to finger himself in bed. He didn't come, wanting to wait for Sukuna to make him come instead. He'd taken a cold shower afterwards, remaining horny despite his best efforts. Unsure of how prepared Sukuna would be, he'd brought lube and condoms just in case.

As 5:30pm rolled around and Yuuji started to turn down new entries and counting his till, his nerves took over. He unconsciously ran a hand though his hair repeatedly and glanced towards the door as if Sukuna would appear in the doorway as if by magic. Yet the man had been pretty clear in his text, explaining he'd be here after the museum's closing. To expect him before 6 was foolish, as well as counterproductive.

Slowly, the stream of people leaving the museum dwindled, and, done with the till, Yuuji got up to do a round and see if there was anyone left. Crossing the last room without having seen anyone, Yuuji headed straight for the electricity meter, switching off the entrance hall's lights. They were the only lights visible from outside, and the least thing Yuuji wanted was for someone to think the museum was still open, or worse, for someone from the village to think that the lights had been accidentally left open and call for someone. With a bit of luck, they'd end up calling Sukuna, but Yuuji was not going to take any risks.

Ultimately, Yuuji turned the open sign on the closed side, locking the front door, and, after making sure everything was in order, walked inside the museum. There he waited, pricking up his ears for the telltale sound of Sukuna's familiar push of the door and footsteps.

Around fifteen minutes after 6, Yuuji heard Sukuna arrive. His breath hitched and he tensed, waiting in anticipation as Sukuna crossed the museum leisurely in search of the receptionist.

Sukuna came up from behind Yuuji, having half a mind to wrap his arms around the younger man's waist right from the start, but instead he came to stand next to him, watching the model airplanes without paying attention.

Nervous and unsure of how to start the conversation, Yuuji settled for a question coming straight from a fake and shitty roleplay. 'Come here often?' He asked.

Sukuna arched a brow, amused by Yuuji's restlessness. 'Not really,' he answered, 'Except when fucking is on my mind, it seems.'

Yuuji's cheeks reddened entertainingly quickly, prompting him to gulp as he looked at Sukuna, barely surprised by his straightforwardness, but unsure of how to proceed from then on.

Feeling benevolent–and quite on edge too, if he was being honest– Sukuna decided not to let Yuuji struggle any longer.

He inched closer to the younger man, letting a hand slide up against his back while his other one grabbed his chin, and he leant down for a kiss, watching Yuuji's eyes flutter shut, their hips slotting together.

Yuuji was quick to let his hands wander, grabbing at Sukuna's clothes in haste, wrapping an arm around Sukuna's shoulders, the other one settling on his chest. The kiss deepened, only interrupted by Sukuna pulling away.

'You can touch me, you know' He said, his piercing gaze on Yuuji.

'I know, I'm touching you now.' The younger man answered, not quite sure where the other was getting at.

Silently, Sukuna's hand on his chin slid lower, taking Yuuji's hand on his chest and sliding it down, positioning his fingers under his shirt, palm flat against his skin.

'Now you are.' Sukuna explained and Yuuji swallowed. His skin was hot under his fingertips, and as much as he enjoyed touching the man, he didn't know where to start.

Unsure, he let his fingers roam on the man's skin, grabbing a pec here, grazing a nipple there. Sukuna grunted at the last one, spurting Yuuji to do it again, and again.

Wanting to get his fill too, Sukuna slowly pushed Yuuji against the wall, hands settling on the younger man's hips, squeezing. He appreciated the firm body against him. It made him want to see more. Unlike Yuuji's hands, Sukuna did not hesitate to dip his under the youngster's t-shirt, urging Yuuji to raise his arms over his head so he could remove it. The latter did as told, having the presence of mind to remove Sukuna's as well.

Sukuna bit his way down Yuuji's chest, taking a nipple in mouth as his other hand slipped under Yuuji's waistband.

The younger man groaned, head hitting the plexiglas case behind him. 'Ahhh, Sukuna.'

'Already calling my name?' The older man asked, face resting against Yuuji's chest.

The latter huffed. 'And so what? I like it when you're touching me.' He turned his face away, as if pouting. 'At least I'm honest with how I feel..' he added.

Sukuna couldn't help but smirk against his skin. 'Never said it was a bad thing.' He replied matter-of-factly.

Still, he did not tease Yuuji any more, simply continuing his ministrations and enjoying Yuuji's pleased sounds.

Sukuna unbuttoned Yuuji's pants, before he slid both the garment and Yuuji's boxer shorts down, one hand coming to wrap around his already leaking cock while the other one settled on his lower back.

'Your hands are so big.' Yuuji said, gaze fixed on Sukuna's hand on his cock.

'Yeah?' Sukuna asked, smirking. 'Think you'll be able to take my fingers?'

Yuuji huffed. 'I'm not a virgin, Sukuna. I can take your fingers, and your dick too.' He added, before closing his mouth shut, cheeks reddening. He'd let himself be teased and had been too quick to prove Sukuna right.

Of course the older man was jubilating. 'You really think you can, yeah?' Sukuna continued.

'Of course I can!' He was not about to get flustered on such topic. Not after everything they'd been doing in the past few weeks.

Sukuna chuckled. 'With your confidence I'd almost think you've actually prepped for this.'

He was obviously saying this offhandedly, and was quite taken aback by Yuuji's seriousness. 'I did.'

Sukuna's movements faltered, eyes coming to look at Yuuji. 'You did?'

'Well I kind of figured we would fuck so I made sure I'd be ready, you know.'

Sukuna's hand let go of his cock, travelling down his balls, stroking the back of his thighs before his fingers finally reached Yuuji's hole. His middle finger circled around the rim, pushing inside gently, finding little resistance. 'Fuck. You really did.'

Yuuji hummed, eyes fluttering as he bit lower lip. It felt better than he'd expected. Sukuna's finger large but not as unpleasant as it could have been, had he not stretched himself earlier.

Sukuna inserted his finger fully, testing Yuuji's reaction. 'Okay, brat?'

The younger man nodded strongly. 'Yes, yes. I can take more.' He was not quite yet to the point of adding 'please'.

Sukuna did not waste time going further, pulling out his finger to add a second one. He started to scissor Yuuji, going slow at first, but speeding up when he saw that the younger man seemed fine with it.

As much as he was fine with the situation, the latter was sure that a third finger from the man would definitely make him squirm. He knew what Sukuna's dick looked like, though, as he'd had the opportunity to see it from up close, and he knew the slow and teasing fingering session was a little price to pay to fully enjoy the rest to come.

Judging that Yuuji was ready to take more, Sukuna presented a third finger to his entrance, the digit straining against the rim for a brief moment before slipping inside. From above him, eyes closed, Yuuji cursed. 'Oh fuck, fuck.'

Sukuna had half a mind waiting before starting to move, but instead decided that there was no need to take it easy with Yuuji, at least not so early in the fucking, and after all they'd done already. The younger-man was no stranger to fucking, and there was little doubt that he'd had his fair share of trysts in the last few years.

The older man sped up his movements, not putting too much work into finding Yuuji's prostate. The younger man did not seem oblivious to the older man's action.

'Sukunaa!' Yuuji whined, 'you're not being nice.' He complied.

'No?' The older man said with a smirk. 'What ever made you think I was nice, brat?' He asked mischievously.

Yuuji seemed to ignore his question, moving his hips in search of more friction instead. It took a few minutes before he talked again, finally giving in. 'Come on Sukuna, fuck me, please'

Seeing as Sukuna was not moving, he started to negotiate. 'You've already sucked my cock once, and as much as it was really good, –you'll do it again, right?–I want to be fucked, now, so please, Sukuna, be nice and fuck me.' He asked, looking the man in the eye, faking exasperation.

Growing tired of waiting, too, Sukuna finally snapped. He grabbed Yuuji by the arm, and pulled him along through the museum.

Yuuji let out a surprised yelp as he was forced to shake each of his legs to get rid of his pants in order to be able to walk freely. 'Where should we fuck, brat?' Sukuna asked, aware the younger man would be the one most capable of knowing where to fuck more comfortably.

'The farmers' room? Against the railing?' Yuuji suggested, not even sure himself of his proposition.

Sukuna seemed satisfied enough with it, leading Yuuji to said-room, immediately urging him to lean against the railing, back to it. He pressed himself against him, pushing him even more against the railing, his mouth on Yuuji's left ear 'Tell me what you want, again?'

Yuuji pressed his hard-on to Sukuna's crotch. 'This.' He said for only answer.

It seemed to be enough for Sukuna, though. The sound of his fly being pulled down echoing in the empty museum. He retrieved a packet of lube from one of his back pockets, tearing it open with his teeth. He poured some on his cock, lubing himself slowly. His eyes met Yuuji's half-lidded ones, and he let go of his cock as if he'd burned himself. Yuuji's face made it impossible for him to wait any longer.

Wordlessly, he wrapped a hand around Yuuji's left thigh, raising him slightly on the railing. He positioned himself to Yuuji's entrance, rubbing the tip on Yuuji's hole, watching him wiggle in search of more contact. Sukuna did not draw it out, and instead, started to inch himself inside Yuuji.

The younger man sighed, letting out a surprised moan as Sukuna started to fill him. After a beat of silence, Sukuna spoke up. 'Fuck, brat. You good?' He asked right after having bottomed out.

It took a few seconds for the younger man to answer with a grunt.

'And in words, how would that be?' The older man insisted, wanting to make sure he would not make the other uncomfortable by going too fast.

'It means I'm more than fine, Sukuna, please do continue.' Yuuji answered petulantly, having seemingly grown used to Sukuna's girth.

The older man complied by starting to move, slowly pulling out. 'You're tight,' he commented.

'And you're not–huh..exactly small.' Yuuji retorted, huffing.

'Right.' Sukuna said, a smirk on his face, quickly followed by a rough thrust.

Yuuji's moan was loud, having taken him by surprise, and it only spurred Sukuna to keep on hitting this particular spot.

Sukuna kept going even stronger, and the railing groaned under them. The older man did not think much of it, though he looked up out of habit. He was startled when he realised that they were standing right in front of the wax mannequins. Dressed in traditional clothes, the poorly-made mannequins looked like they'd been here for decades. It probably was the case.

Their sight distracted Sukuna, his movements faltering. Some of them seemed to look their way, and Sukuna suddenly wasn't as fond of his spot as he'd been minutes before.

'Fear they'll ask to join?' Yuuji's voice resonated, and it almost startled Sukuna.

Sukuna's reaction made Yuuji burst out laughing, making the older man tsk.

'Don't laugh at me, you brat. Those mannequins are just too distracting, I can't focus on you when they're either looking our way or being cross-eyed.'

Yuuji raised a placating hand, his other one wrapping around Sukuna's shoulders, hand grabbing his nape to hold onto the older man while the latter lifted him off the railing. His legs wrapped around Sukuna's waist, the older man grabbing one of his thighs to hold him tight, and Yuuji was reminded of the last time one of Sukuna's hands had grabbed his thighs. The memory alone of Sukuna's nails scrapping his skin through his jeans in the bathroom the other day was still enough to get Yuuji off to this day.

'Alright, where else to, brat?' Sukuna asked, hoping the question would occupy the younger man and make him forget Sukuna's reaction. Sukuna hated mannequins, he thought they were all looking ridiculous, and these ones in particular.

Yuuji thought about the question. 'Well, I guess the only place left would be in the last room, at the end of the corridor.'

Sukuna hummed, carrying him outside of the "cursed" room. He walked inside the last room, 'Here?' He asked as he designated a spot with his chin.

Yuuji nodded,' Yeah! Leave me on the plexiglas case on the table, I think it'll be the sturdiest surface here!'

Sukuna did as he was told, observing the table in silence.

Yuuji settled on the plexiglas case 'Clearly, you'll have to fuck me with my back to you, otherwise I'm not sure the models on display will support both my weight and your thrusts.' Yuuji came to the conclusion, much to Sukuna's dismay. Yuuji had not expected it, but the man liked to be able to meet his eyes at all time during fucking.

'Fine.' Sukuna complied, bending Yuuji over the case, spreading his cheeks with a hand.

He enjoyed the view for a few more seconds before he brought his cock back to Yuuji's hole. Though the younger man was still tight, the fit didn't seem as much of a feat as earlier.

'FUCK.' Sukuna exclaimed as he slid back home, back flush to Yuuji's.

The younger one whined almost immediately, 'Sukuna, move.'

Sukuna did as told, adopting a fast pace from the go. 'I'll start to think you're needy, with all that begging, boy,' he said.

'I'm not begging!' Yuuji protested.

'No? I'll need to go even faster, then.' Sukuna said, smug smile wide on his lips.

The sound of their thighs meeting with each thrusts, Sukuna's balls smacking against Yuuji's, their sticky skin actively pulling each other together. It sounded so obscene. And coupled with the sight of Yuuji spread open under him, the situation drove Sukuna crazy. He did not regret having taken the brat's t-shirt off. The sight of his back muscles straining while Sukuna pounded into him was mesmerising. Yuuji was beautiful.

It wasn't long before Yuuji's begging slipped past his lips. 'Sukuna, please please please.'

'What do you want?' The older man asked, trying as best as he could to sound unaffected.

'Give me more, fuck, more!' Yuuji asked.

Sukuna's thrusts were unrelenting, and he already knew the younger one would have trouble sitting the following day. All the while maintaining his rhythm, Sukuna slipped a hand between Yuuji's thighs, quickly finding his bobbing cock.

Precum leaked at the tip, and Sukuna smeared it with his hand. Yuuji tensed, a moan high in his throat.

'Oh fuck fuck FUCK, Sukuna, I'm going to come!' He shouted.

'Do it, then, Yuuji. Come on my cock, with my hands on you.' Sukuna whispered to his ear, and it was enough to bring him to completion, coming in Sukuna's hand.

Sukuna thrust a few more times, his thighs tensing as he thought about pulling out. Yuuji clenched around him and Sukuna stilled, spilling inside Yuuji as he bucked into him, burying himself deeper with each thrust. 'Fuck, Yuuji, yes.' He slumped on the younger man, forehead coming to rest against the other's shoulder blades as his orgasm subsided.

They stood still, chests moving in sync as they breathed.

Sukuna moved first, becoming aware once again of their surroundings, and realising they needed to get moving. Everyone knew the museum was meant to be closed at this time of day, and it would do no good if someone decided to investigate the reason why lights filtered under the closed doors.

He pulled out of Yuuji with a sigh and quickly grabbed a pack of tissue from his discarded jacket, wiping Yuuji's ass crack with one to prevent his cum from dripping onto the museum's floor. He handed the younger man the rest of the packet. He patted his side, urging Yuuji to straighten up, pinching him to get a better reaction.

It worked, as the boy yelped, smacking Sukuna's hand away before he wiped himself. 'Stop teasing me,' he complained, though his tone lacked any of the usual energy.

Sukuna started to put on his clothes, and watched Yuuji struggle with his own pants. He snorted, and grabbed him by the hip. 'Go get cleaned in the bathroom, I'll close behind us and make sure everything's in order.'

Yuuji hummed, grabbing his clothes and heading out of the museum and towards the bathroom. Sukuna hoped he would be sneaky enough not to be seen through the large windows, should there be someone outside.

He checked inside all of the rooms to make sure they had not left anything laying around, and wiped down a few cum stains. Sukuna knew the cleaner was meant to come the following day, so he wasn't too worried about it, as long as the stains couldn't be identifiable anymore. Finally, he turned the lights off and locked the doors behind himself. He left the keys in their usual spot at the reception desk, and walked inside the bathroom to check on Yuuji.

The latter was leaning against the sink, gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirror as he styled his hair. Sukuna came to stand on his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. 'All done?' He asked.

Yuuji nodded.

Sukuna let got of his waist. He threw the wipes into the bin and splashed some water on his face. He washed his hands and slicked his hair back with his wet hands. He knew Yuuji's eyes were on him, and Sukuna took his time fixing his look before he looked his way, smirking.

He leant down to kiss him, ruffling his hair as he squeezed his ass before he untangled himself from the younger man. 'Come,' he simply said.

Yuuji followed suit, similar to an overexcited puppy. Sukuna watched him set the alarm and lock the door, and finally turn toward him.

Suddenly fidgety, Yuuji spoke while looking at his feet, 'Well, that was...very good,' his smile fell a little as he continued, 'I guess I'll see you later, yeah?'

Sukuna shook his head tsking. 'Stupid brat. Get in the car.'

'What?'

Amused by Yuuji's confusion, Sukuna did not let it show, and instead nodded towards the car park. 'Get in the car, let's get something to eat.'

Yuuji's smile returned to his face tenfold, and Sukuna internally cursed. The brat was way too honest with his feelings, and Sukuna was never lenient. Still, he said nothing, simply unlocking the car and sitting in the driver's seat. He did not need to look behind to know Yuuji was following.


The day after their evening fuck was slightly stressful for Yuuji who, for some reason, kept worrying about someone bringing up what had happened last evening, despite the museum having no cameras, and no one working in the centre after 6pm.

He met the mayoress, who greeted him with a large smile, and every other people he met looked nothing out of the ordinary. Yuuta was eager to tell him about his trip with their boss when he came back early in the afternoon, and Yuuji welcomed the distraction happily.

Surprisingly, Sukuna came by in the afternoon as well, pretending to come and get something from the village hall. He wasn't really credible, but his actions had not seemed to raise any question yet, and both he and Yuuji were content with it.

They'd become too comfortable, maybe, too sure of their smoothness to not even realise the lies they'd careful constructed did not fool everyone anymore already. It became apparent to Yuuji that very same afternoon.

After Sukuna's unexplained visit, Yuuji sat back down in his chair, big smile still on his face, relieved to see that the older man did not seem to regret their last encounter.

He was not expecting Yuuta to speak. 'You're not sleek, you know,' he said, startling Yuuji out of his thoughts. 'I've been suspecting there was something going on between you and Ryoumen-san for the past few weeks, and I don't think those are only just suspicions anymore.' He turned towards Yuuji. 'He smiles at you,' he said, as if this was justification enough. 'I don't think he's ever done that to me, despite having been here longer.'

Yuuji's cheeks were red with shame, and he looked at the ground, unable to meet the other man's eyes. He said nothing.

'It's okay, though,' Yuuta started, not looking the least bothered, 'I don't mind you doing whatever you want, as long as I, or any visitors, are not at risk of catching anything...unsightly.' He added with a shrug.

Eyes widening, Yuuji suddenly felt the need to answer. 'Of course, Yuuta-senpai! I'd never do anything weird in the museum!' He exclaimed, and immediately looked down as he met Yuuta's doubtful glare. Yuuji couldn't possibly lie to Yuuta's face when the other man had been at risk of catching him and Sukuna in compromising positions so many times already. They really ought to be more discreet.

'Yuuji-kun?' Yuuta asked, forcing Yuuji to look up.

'Yeah?'

'It's fine, I won't say anything.' He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck. 'Actually, I was more looking for confirmation than anything, so I guess I got what I wanted here. I won't bring this up again, okay?'

Yuuji nodded.

'Alright, let's talk about something else, then.' Yuuta added, and immediately launched himself into some monologue about something he'd seen during his trip the day before.

Yuuji inwardly sighed, heart still beating loudly in his chest at the fear of being found out. He would probably need to talk to Sukuna about it the next time he'd see him.


After their first fuck–as chaotic as it was–, Yuuji could no longer pretend it was too risqué to meet Sukuna outside of work. After all, they'd literally fucked at Yuuji's work, the risks of getting caught higher than anywhere else. And though it had been good, Yuuji wondered what it could feel like in a proper bed, with enough time and comfort, even if it was juste the bare minimum.

It was harder, then, to find any reason to refuse Sukuna's offer to come for diner the next Friday. Yuuji barely had the time to think about what it could entail before the older man added that his kid would be there.

It made Yuuji freeze. To be invited to Sukuna's house with or without his partner's presence was one thing, but to have the child present meant something entirely different, something stronger, somehow. It meant Sukuna was comfortable enough to introduce him to his family, as a friend. Wow.

Yuuji was suddenly not so sure about wanting to come. This was a lot of responsibility, right? He did not want to be introduced to the kid just to mess things up and never be able to see Sukuna again.

Yuuji wanted to slap himself. Of course his mind would go straight for the worst scenario before anything even happened. He said nothing about it to Sukuna. Instead, he argued to at least be able to bring dessert. He made sure Sukuna's daughter liked strawberries, and spent the rest of the week thinking about the diner.

After a few days of thinking about what he could buy for dessert, he finally decided to cook it himself. Basing himself on the questions he'd asked Sukuna, he decided to do a strawberry charlotte, wanting to impress the whole family.

He tried not to think too much about the diner in the passing days, making a few tries to perfect his recipe all the while he kept imagining what Sukuna's lover, Uraume, could look like. He was curious, and slowly, his anxiety turned into anticipation. He was happy he could meet Sukuna's family, as weird as their relationship was. You didn't usually invite your fuck buddy coworker to your house.


The first thing Yuuji thought when he arrived on the doorstep of Sukuna's house was that the garden was beautiful and incredibly well taken care of. Flowerbeds circled the house, and you could see blooming tress all across the property. The grass had obviously not been mowed in a few days, and it looked lovely, clovers peeking out from under the grass, and Yuuji could see bird perches on the side of the house. He wondered if Sukuna was the one who took care of it.

Yuuji's second thought, after having entered the house, led inside by Sukuna, was that Uraume was beautiful. A white bob cut framed their face, adorned with a few splotches of red. Yuuji couldn't help but notice their lashes, long and purplish. Their eyes of a similar shade. The curve of their nose, and the way they stood straight, chin high. They looked serene, and a little bit scary, too, if Yuuji was honest. But in a different way than Sukuna. Where the pink-haired man looked prone to fits of rage and physical violence, Uraume looked like they could plot your entire demise with just a smile.

Yuuji shivered. He hoped he wouldn't mess diner.

He handed the dessert to Sukuna with the instruction of letting it sit inside the fridge, while Uraume led him inside the house, towards a large living room. The room's walls were lined with shelves full of books, neatly arranged. Plants were hanging in front of the windows, and there was a crimson velvety couch at the back of the room.

Uncomfortable with the prolonged silence, Yuuji decided to start the discussion without Sukuna. 'Uhm, Uraume-san?' He asked, first.

'Yes, Yuuji-kun?'

'You have a beautiful garden outside, it's so well-tended, and the flowers are so pretty, and–' Yuuji had to stop himself from babbling, pausing to take a breath. 'Are you the one taking care of it?'

Judging by the small smile on their lips, Uraume seemed amused by Yuuji's nervousness. For some reason, it put the younger man at ease, glad to see that, at least, they didn't dislike him just as of yet. 'Thank you, Yuuji-kun. Yes, I take care of the garden. I'm a landscaper, actually, so this is my way of taking care of the house.'

Yuuji was not an artist himself, though he knew to appreciate art, and just like in this case, he was always impressed when he met someone who could create something from their own imagination. 'Woah, that's so cool! No wonder your garden is so pretty then. Do you work for the city, or in a park?'

They easily launched themselves into a discussion about their respective jobs, Uraume leading them to the couch to sit down. Sukuna watched them from the doorway, satisfied. He knew Uraume would like Yuuji. After all, he tolerated him. He and Uraume tended to gravitate towards the same people, and the same could be said about the ones they avoided.

Not wanting to interrupt them just yet, Sukuna decided to go and see what their daughter was up to. They did not force her to come downstairs and greet Yuuji, knowing she'd come snooping around soon enough.


Unsurprisingly, dinner went well. Yuuji was a pleasure to have around, beaming each time a dish was brought to the table. As expected, Aku had latched onto him the minute she'd realised he read manga too, and the poor young man had been having two conversations at the time ever since.

'Should we leave the two of you alone, Aku? I'm almost feeling like your father and I are intruding in your discussion, huh?' Uraume asked after having watched their daughter for a while. Yuuji didn't even seem to be bothered by their kids' rambling.

'Ah? Come on, Ma! It's the first time you're bringing someone interesting home, of course I want to talk with Yuuji-nii.' Aku explained seriously, looking positively pissed by their parent's comment.

On the other side of the table, Yuuji spluttered at the sound of the nickname. He was surprised by Aku's quick acceptation of him. He shouldn't be, though. People often liked him right from the start, his gentleness and genuine interest in everything he came across playing a huge part in the way people perceived him. Still, it didn't stop him from being surprised with Aku, as he didn't know many children.

Growing red and not wanting to get any more attention than the family already gave him, Yuuji rose from his seat. 'I can bring the dessert, what do you think? It needs a bit of preparation, so I'll go and do it!' He exclaimed as he started to clear the table.

Sukuna followed quickly, mumbling 'I'll help you.'

They entered the kitchen arms stacked with plates that they set aside near the sink, Sukuna opening the fridge and taking Yuuji's dish out while the younger man looked for the dessert plates.

Sukuna watched him struggle with the drawers before he took pity on him and opened the right cupboard. 'I'll get them, take care of your cake,' he instructed, pointing to the cake with his chin.

He started to wash the plates while Yuuji removed his cake from the mould. Focused on his task, the latter startled when Sukuna talked. 'So, how's it going so far?'

'Uh, I don't know? I think I'm getting along well with Aku, we have the same tastes when it comes to manga'–He paused–'I don't know how I should feel about it, seeing how she's 8 and I'm 23'–He turned towards Sukuna, squinting his eyes–'Either I'm reading more manga for children than I'd thought, or she's reading things not quite suited for a kid in primary school…'

Sukuna snorted. 'Try to take her manga away, and see how it goes. She's a menace. She takes after Uraume too much.' He answered with a sigh.

Yuuji looked at him, dubious. 'I'm not sure Uraume is to blame here,' he sounded even more doubtful. Sukuna huffed.

Shyly, Yuuji added 'They're nice, Uraume, I mean. I didn't know how it would go, honestly, and I was kind of scared they would be upset with me, with all the….' he did not elaborate 'But they're not, and that's...great. I'm happy you invited me, actually.' He concluded with a soft smile on his face.

Sukuna rolled his eyes to hide his growing smile. 'Told you it would be fine.'

Yuuji hummed, admiring his cake. He was glad the removal had gone without a hitch. Sukuna came to stand behind him, watching the cake with critical eyes. 'What is that?'

Yuuji did not take offence of his rough tone, knowing Sukuna was not purposefully trying to diminish his work. He was simply intrigued, not too fond of sweets, and curious about Yuuji's culinary prowesses. After all, the younger man was an amazing cook when it came to meat and main courses, there was no reason it would be different with desserts.

'It's a strawberry charlotte! It's made with fromage blanc, basically some sort of airy yogurt, with strawberries and ladyfingers! It's not too sugary for you and it's light so even if you ate a lot before you can still have a slice.' He explained, content with his choice.

He had not even noticed Sukuna's left hand on his waist. Sukuna patted him mindlessly, and detached himself from the younger man to pick up the plates. 'Let's try this, then.'

He walked back to the table first, making room for the large platter, quickly followed by Yuuji proudly holding his cake with two hands.

The moment she saw the cake, Aku turned towards Uraume, exclaiming 'Ma! It's the same colour as your hair!'

It made Yuuji pause. He had not thought about it. Slowly, he looked in Uraume's direction, curious to see their reaction. He was surprised when they burst out laughing, hand reflexively coming to hide their mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter.

It was a pleasing sight, and it seemed Yuuji wasn't the only one to think so. Aku was laughing too, having joined her parent. Sukuna's smile was wide, amused eyes passing from Uraume's face to Aku's proud smile. Unaware of the adult's focus on her, Aku's laughter dwindled down, and she got down from the table, circling the table and coming to stand next to Yuuji.

'Yuuji-nii, can I have a slice please?' She asked, standing on her tiptoes to grab a plate.

The sound of his name snapped Yuuji out of his daze. He set the cake down and grabbed a knife Sukuna had brought to cut slices of the cake. 'Of course Aku-chan,' he answered, offering her a piece after he'd let her choose the size.

She darted to her seat, climbing back into her chair to sit properly and eat the cake. It seemed to set the adults in motion, Yuuji plating three other slices, and handing them to Uraume and Sukuna.

The latter left the plate in front of him, turning towards his daughter instead. 'So? What do you think? Did he pass the test?'

Yuuji frowned, just as Aku nodded vigorously. 'Yeah!' She answered between two mouthfuls. 'The cake is super good, thank you Yu-nii!' She exclaimed.

Yuuji once again almost sputtered from the even-more-reduced nickname, but he held himself back. The kid's words warmed his insides and he was glad he'd taken the time to bake something himself.

Yuuji thanked her and watched as both Sukuna and Uraume took a bite. Uraume reacted first. They hummed. 'Yes, it is indeed very good, thank you Yuuji-kun.'

Yuuji smiled. 'Oh no, it's my pleasure, I'm glad you enjoy it, Uraume-san!'

Next to his partner, Sukuna seemed to like the dessert as well. 'It's sweet, but not too much. It's not too bad.' He commented.

From Sukuna, it was quite the compliment, despite Uraume's sigh and their small 'Too hard to make a real compliment, huh.'

It was Sukuna's turn to react. 'What? I'm simply raising what I think is worth mentioning,' he tsked, mumbling to himself how it would 'get to his head' if he actually gave Yuuji a fully-formed compliment.

'No sulking at the table dad.' Aku chipped in, to which Yuuji perked up.

'You make it sound like it's an actual rule here, Aku-chan…'

'Oh but it is! You see, dad is always grumpy, and–' Sukuna put his hand on her face, muffling her efficiently.

'She's just rambling, don't listen to her.' He explained trying to play it cool, and failing.

With a mischievous air on his face, Yuuji insisted, 'Oh no, I don't mind Aku-chan's rambling, I'm sure it could be very interesting.'


Unsurprisingly, Aku refused to go to bed on her given bedtime, enjoying Yuuji's presence too much. It wasn't often she could make fun of her father with anyone else but Ma. Yuuji didn't mind, as he got along well with the little girl. He left the house a little after 11:30pm, waving goodbye to the family as he walked to his car.

He had hoped, and kind of dreaded, that the kid would go to bed early, and that he would have the opportunity to talk with Sukuna and Uraume together, but the moment didn't come. He didn't know how to feel about it.

As a whole, Yuuji was surprised by how well the dinner had went. He'd expected a cold shoulder from Uraume, and had ended up talking more with them than Sukuna. Though still less than with Aku. She was a chatterbox, and it didn't help that he was one too.

He had also been wary of Sukuna, afraid he'd try to make a move in his house, but the man had done nothing of the kind, and had been on his best behaviour all night. Actually, Yuuji felt like he'd gone to a friends' house, and not to his coworker's, even less to his fuck buddy's.

For him, the evening was a success. He'd gotten along with Sukuna's family, had seen his house, and had had an agreeable time. All he'd hoped for the night.

He fell asleep satisfied, content of his cooking, and eager to see Sukuna again on Monday.


Sukuna was satisfied with the night's outcome. He knew Uraume well enough to know they had liked Yuuji. The same could be said with Aku, though it was less important. Actually, he even felt like Aku had enjoyed Yuuji's presence even more than him, having found a friend with similar tastes in the young man.

Sukuna snorted, setting his phone down on his bedside table. 'So? Anything to say regarding the evening?' He ended up asking when he realised Uraume would not bring it up themselves.

Head resting on the other's shoulder, Uraume hummed as if thinking about where to begin with. 'I would not mind if you brought Yuuji home to have sex, Sukuna.'

It took Sukuna by surprise, but he was used to Uraume's antics. He played along. ' Starting straight away? I see. Well, okay, if you say so. I feel like there's a but here, though, Urau?' Sukuna asked, wary of his lover.

Uraume smiled. 'Yes, indeed,' they set their book on the bedside table, turning towards Sukuna. 'I want to be here when you fuck him.'

'But, don't you not care about sex?'

'I do, but it does not mean I don't find you hot when you fuck.' They smirked. 'I want to see the face Yuuji-kun makes when he's with you.'

Sukuna was surprised, but far from disinterested by his lover's suggestion. 'I don't know if Yuuji would be comfortable, but I guess we could still ask him.' He eyed Uraume's face. 'I'm sure he'd agree if it came from you.'

'Me?'

Sukuna grunted. 'Yeah. He'd take me for a perv if I asked him, but as long as it's coming from you, and you're the one who wanted it in the first place, he'd be fine with it.' He explained.

'Really?' Uraume asked, quite surprised.

'Yeah, the brat's terrified of possibly being a homewrecker and ruining our family, he would never do something if he thought it could be disrespectful to you.' Sukuna concluded.

A little convincing? That, Uraume could do. A small smile formed on their lips. Sukuna had found a cute one. 'How sweet of him. I'll make sure to be convincing, then.'


Sukuna cornered Yuuji the following Monday, wanting to know how diner had gone for him. He had thought about asking him through texts, but had opted against it, not wanting to bother him during his weekend.

Yuuta was giving a tour at the time, so they could talk freely, only interrupted by the occasional tourists buying tickets. Sukuna was leaning on the counter where the plexiglas stopped, leaving them face to face.

Yuuji used to blush whenever it happened, at the start of their affair, unable to talk with Sukuna seriously when he constantly remembered what they did during lunch break. It seemed he'd gotten used to it, able to talk about anything with a straight face on, even when it was filthy and there were people around.

'So? Would you be against coming home again later on?'

Yuuji wasn't looking at him, eyes turned towards the tourists' back slowly walking inside the museum. 'I don't know,' he started, turning to look at Sukuna in the eye, 'Maybe? I didn't think about it much.'

He was lying. Yuuji was lying. He'd spent the last two days thinking about Friday night, about what it could mean to see Sukuna and his family more often, and to be a part of their circle of friends. He had gotten a glimpse of something he wanted to have, but was not a part of. This was not his family, but he could be a friend. His relationship with Sukuna in itself was enough to satisfy him, and he was glad he could have just a little bit more with Uraume and Aku.

'Yuuji? You there?'

The latter snapped out of his daze, laughing at his own reaction. 'Ah! Sorry Sukuna, I went to see my friends Saturday and I haven't recovered from the party yet.' He explained, not entirely lying.

Sukuna did not try to pry anyway, and shrugged. 'Just send a message if you feel like passing by.' And with a wave, he turned on his heels.

'Wait!' Yuuji exclaimed, immediately putting a hand to his mouth, not having intended for it to be so loud. He had not intended to call Sukuna at all, actually, but now the man was waiting, and he couldn't back up.

Sukuna arched a brow, inwardly satisfied. It was the reaction he had sought. 'Yeah, brat?'

Yuuji fidgeted, going back to a nervous self he'd been weeks before in front of Sukuna, voice low. 'Can we still see each other? I mean, you know, just the two of us…' he concluded, voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna smirked. He caged the younger man between his chest and the counter, Yuuji having come to meet him. 'Do you miss me?'

Yuuji huffed. 'I'm seeing you everyday, of course I don't miss you!' He tried to defend himself.

Sukuna thought he was doing a poor job at it. 'Do you miss my touch, then?'

Yuuji's cheek reddened, and he pushed Sukuna away with a hand on the man's chest. 'Shut up! I don't!' He calmed down, huffing. 'I just like spending time with you, okay? Don't let it go to your head though.'

Sukuna smiled, pleased by Yuuji's words. 'It's okay brat, I get it. We can meet up later in the week, yeah?'

Yuuji nodded. 'Yeah, fine. That's great. I'll see you around then?'

Sukuna nodded back, giving him a reassuring smile and finally stepping outside of the museum.

Yuuji sighed as he watched him leave. He hoped he'd see him soon.


Yuuji's friends had come to the museum at the beginning of his contract, Yuuji letting them in for free. His older brother, Choso, had come too. So Yuuji had already seen familiar faces at work, and he'd already been startled by their presence.

It didn't stop him from being surprised when Uraume showed up on a slow day. Focused on his computer, Yuuji did not look up at the sound of the front door being opened. People sometimes only came to pick a few leaflets and left afterwards.

He perked up at the sound of the second door opening, though, greeting already on his tongue. He stopped abruptly when he recognised the person on the other side of the front desk.

'Hello, Yuuji-kun.' Uraume said calmly, in contrast to Yuuji's obvious shock.

'Uraume! Hi!'

The white-haired one leant towards Yuuta, asking, 'Would you mind if I borrowed Yuuji-kun just for a while?' They asked to Yuuta, as if colluding.

The black-haired man, though having no idea of who Uraume could be, nodded vigorously. 'Of course you can! Take Yuuji with you, this way he'll finally take a break!' Yuuta answered happily, already pushing Yuuji on the other side of the desk.

Uraume thanked Yuuta promptly and grabbed Yuuji by the arm, leading him outside, towards a cobbled path alongside the river nearby.

Nervous, Yuuji let himself be led away from his workplace, unsure of the reasons behind Uraume's presence.

'Huh, Uraume-san? What are you doing here?' Yuuji asked.

Uraume shot him a mischievous look. 'Taking you to a more..secluded place.'

Yuuji gulped. 'O-Okay. Why?'

Uraume's fingers stroke Yuuji's left arm softly. 'You've got muscular arms, Yuuji-kun.'

Yuuji looked down to where Uraume's fingers were grazing his skin. 'Y-Yeah.'

'Do you work out, Yuuji?' The younger man was too focused on Uraume's touch to notice the lack of honorifics.

'Yeah, I like sport, I do athletics sometimes..' he commented.

Uraume hummed. 'I understand Sukuna's interest in you, Yuuji.' Their plan was set in motion. Praise Yuuji, put him at ease, and make him understand that what you're offering is something you want too, Sukuna's words echoed in his mind.

Yuuji sputtered. 'What do you mean?'

'You're a sweet boy, kind to people. I've seen how you were with Aku. You're a good listener, and you're honest about you like. This, of course, has caught Sukuna's interest.' They punctuated their sentence by running their hands alongside Yuuji's arms. The younger man remained silent, as if holding his breath as he waited for Uraume's next words. 'But you're also good looking, obviously. You're muscular, the pink shade of your hair is pretty, and you're handsome.' Uraume kept on describing, watching live as Yuuji's head turned red.

'Uraume-san, stop!' Yuuji asked, growing embarrassed, and a little bit hot under the collar. He had not expected to catch Uraume's eye. To catch Sukuna's was already a feat in itself for him, he couldn't believe the man's partner's words.

'Don't be ashamed, Yuuji, I am but being honest.' They looked up from their observation of his physique. 'Sukuna tells me everything about what you're doing. Every meeting, every kiss, every orgasm. And though I have no interest in sex myself, I can't help but feel… curious about it. This is why I came today, actually. I'd like to see you two for myself, to be here at least once. If it does not bother you, of course.'

Yuuji paused, unsure of what Uraume was hinting to. 'What do you mean?'

'I wouldn't mind if you continued your affair at home. In fact, I'd like to be here, too. Not to act, I don't feel like it, but to watch, see how you do it.' Their eyes were fixed on Yuuji's, and he could not look away. 'Would you be interested by something like this, Yuuji?'

The latter gulped. This sounded so surreal, Uraume asking Yuuji to keep having an affair with their husband, and worse, to do it in their own house, with them in the very same room? Despite himself, Yuuji found the idea tempting, terribly tempting. 'Really?'

Uraume nodded.

'Yeah,' Yuuji finally let out, sounding short-winded.

'Yes, Yuuji? You would be interest?' Uraume asked, a genuine smile on their face.

The younger man nodded.

'You don't mind me being in the same room?' Uraume insisted, wanting to make sure he was not coercing Yuuji into something he didn't really want to do.

'No, I don't, I– I want it.' Yuuji confessed, biting his lower lip.

Uraume beamed. They let go of Yuuji's left arm with a last squeeze, their hands coming to cup Yuuji's face, thumbs grazing his cheeks. 'Thank you, Yuuji. I'm grateful for that.'

They stepped away, offering him their hand. 'Let's walk you back to work, yeah?'

Yuuji nodded, not hesitating before taking the hand.

'You won't regret it, Yuuji.' Uraume said, winking at him.

Yuuji was sure he wouldn't. His mind was reeling, actually, and he couldn't believe what he'd agreed to, the opportunity he'd been presented with. To have sex with Sukuna in a proper bed? With his parter? And their enthusiastic consent? He was ecstatic. And a little bit thrilled. And terribly aroused.


The night started out just like any hang out Yuuji had with his friends. They ate diner together while talking about their day, and getting to know each other better. Yuuji learned that Uraume was born but not raised in Tokyo, and that them and Sukuna were childhood friends. In comparison, the couple learned more about Yuuji's childhood, raised by his grandfather, and his brother Choso. It was a nice diner, cooked by Sukuna who didn't work that afternoon, and Yuuji could have almost forgotten the reasons behind his presence here if it wasn't for his growing anticipation.

They sat on the couch afterwards, putting on some film even Yuuji wasn't tempted to watch. They kept talking, instead, the movies' dialogues used as background noise as Yuuji couldn't help but ask more questions to the couple. It wasn't his fault, he was just so intrigued by them, always eager to know more.

'So you got together in college, got it, but you must have had other experiences when you were younger, no?' Yuuji asked liked a kid to his grandparents.

The older ones snorted, amused by his reaction. Yuuji's questions could have easily been Aku's.

'Never dated anyone else.' Sukuna answered with a shrug, reclined into the couch, an arm on the back of it, over Uraume's shoulders.

Yuuji was sceptical. 'Really? No one at all? I mean, you're not looking that nice most times, so I would understand if you were already unapproachable at the time..' He kept going, speaking his thoughts aloud.

Sukuna tsked. 'Shut it, brat. I was not unapproachable,' he said, pointing Uraume with the chin. 'They were. Everyone was scared of them, which made me scary. I didn't mind though, as I didn't want anyone else around as long as Uraume was here. Somehow we were still able to form a small group of friends with other oddballs, it was nice.'

Uraume hummed. 'Yes, for once I cannot blame Sukuna for this. All the girls in high school tried their luck with him, his rudeness not enough to deter them. I had to take greater measures.'

Yuuji hanged on their words, desperately curious to know more. 'What measures?'

Uraume smirked. 'This'll be for another story, Yuuji.' They paused. 'But to answer you question, I dated a few people before getting with Sukuna.'

'Really?' Yuuji exclaimed, turning towards Sukuna, as if asking for confirmation.

'Just to try things out and see if others were entertaining.' Sukuna said sulkily, visibly parodying Uraume's words from the time.

Uraume paid him no attention, explaining to Yuuji instead. 'Because we'd been friends for so long, I wanted to make sure that what I felt for Sukuna was not just loyal friendship.'

Next to him, Sukuna grumbled, but neither his parter nor Yuuji listened to him. 'And what were your conclusions?' Yuuji asked, eyes focused on the white-haired one.

'That these guys were too boring, and too kind, and that I felt like wasting time I could've spent with Sukuna instead of being with them.' Uraume explained, a small smile on their face as Sukuna looked away, embarrassed. They leant towards Yuuji, whispering with a conspirational tone, 'Look at his ears, they're always red when I tell this story.'

Sukuna huffed. 'Enough! We're together now, and it's all that matters.' He said, and his eyes strayed from Uraume's face to Yuuji, his eyes softening as he added, 'At least until now.'

Yuuji frowned. 'I thought you had some kind of agreement? Like Sukuna has sex with people he finds attractive or something?'

'I didn't before you.' Sukuna said casually, as if he had not just dropped a bomb on Yuuji.

'What?!' The younger man exclaimed, straightening in his seat.

'You caught Sukuna's eye, so he quickly talked to me about you when you started working here,' Uraume explained, sensing Yuuji's distress. 'I knew he was interested in you before he made a move, and I agreed with it. We talked about this, Yuuji, don't worry.'

'But before me Sukuna would have never done that?' Yuuji asked, frowning.

Sukuna shook his head. 'Don't make up stories in your head, we had talked about me having an affair with someone, if I ever found someone interesting enough. I never met anyone attractive enough to bother trying to hit up. You may be the first one in a while, but you're not the reason we have this agreement.' Sukuna rectified.

It seemed to reassure Yuuji, who leant against the couch again, but it seemed to have wiped out Sukuna and Uraume's work at putting him at ease. Yuuji had returned to the bundle of nerves he had been upon his arrival earlier in the evening.

Seeing as talking would only confuse Yuuji more, Sukuna scooted closer to the young man, a hand settling on his thigh. Yuuji's eyes zoomed in on it, only for him to look up towards Uraume, unsure.

The latter smiled, leaning towards Sukuna, adjusting a strand of hair behind his ear as they said 'Be a nice man and take care of Yuuji-kun, alright?'

Sukuna nodded, joining Uraume for a quick kiss before he pulled away and leant towards Yuuji, capturing the boy's lips with his.

Uraume got up from the couch, indicating to the busy pair, 'I'll pour myself a glass.'

Sukuna grunted in acknowledgement as he started pushing Yuuji's t-shirt over the latter's head, latching onto his neck the moment the garment was off.

Yuuji welcomed the touch, arms wrapping around Sukuna's shoulders, his fingers burying in his hair. Sukuna's eagerness always eased off Yuuji's doubts and insecurities, so genuine in his touch and want. Yuuji had never thought he'd be able to have such a relationship with the man, and to see the same level of want he experienced when he saw Sukuna being reciprocated.

Biting his lower lip, Yuuji pulled on Sukuna's hair, bringing him to eye level. 'Let's swap places, yeah?' He asked, kissing the older man roughly, biting his lips and drawing blood.

'You're feisty tonight.' Sukuna drawled, letting himself be manhandled and pushed into the couch Yuuji'd been sprawled onto seconds earlier.

The younger man did not answer, only mirroring Sukuna's previous actions, taking his t-shirt off and peppering his neck and collarbone with kisses. He left a few hickeys too, Sukuna's breath hitching in surprise at the sensation. It was the first time Yuuji left a mark on him. He'd been growing hard before, but the sensation of Yuuji sucking on his skin was enough to fill his cock, making his head spin.

Yuuji did not leave him any time to recover from the surprise, head sliding lower on Sukuna's body, hands coming to cup his chest.

'Oï!' Sukuna let out, surprised.

'Do you know how hot it is to see your chest bulge in your t-shirts, how it makes me want to fondle you on the spot, visitors be damned?' Yuuji asked, and Sukuna took note for the first time of the intensity of Yuuji's interest in him. Clever boy.

A voice rose from the table near the couch. 'He's right, Sukuna. Your t-shirts always look two-seconds away from breaking, it's quite indecent, really.' Uraume added, setting their glass down as they sat in the armchair across the couch.

From his spot, Yuuji shivered at Uraume's words. He had not expected them to actually interact with them, but he found himself enjoying it more than he would have thought. It was even more enthralling when he realised Sukuna had not said a word back.

Yuuji looked up from his ministrations just in time to see Sukuna's shocked face directed at his lover. He schooled his features quickly, but Yuuji was glad he'd been able to see it. The effect Uraume could have on their husband. Yuuji had thought he wouldn't like this, maybe even potentially hate it, feel like he would be intruding a couple's life, but he felt nothing of the sort. He felt included into this life, a momentary addition to their dynamic, endorsed by Uraume's words, and Sukuna's obvious tent in his pants.

Taking advantage of Sukuna's focus on his lover, Yuuji lowered his head towards Sukuna's chest, lapping at a nipple.

Sukuna's entire body tensed as he let out a rushed 'Fuck.'

Yuuji perked up, shooting a look at Uraume. 'Sensitive?' He asked.

Uraume nodded, 'From what I've heard, yes.'

'Fuck you! I'm still here you know?' Sukuna protested.

Yuuji ignored him, taking the nub between his teeth and biting lightly. He could hear Sukuna's attempts at muffling his sounds. His right hand, still cupping Sukuna's right pec, came to toy with his neglected nipple.

Yuuji delighted in Sukuna's small 'Ngh' sounds. He could feel his eyes on him, one of the man's hands in his hair, the other one on his hips, grip tight.

He sucked on the nipple in his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, drunk on the feeling of Sukuna's pec being squeezed under his cheeks.

Feeling himself slide down, Sukuna settled back into the couch, groaning as Yuuji stayed attached to him. 'Fucking hell, brat, hgn–Ahh.' Yuuji let go of Sukuna's nipple with a popping sound, sending him a heated look as he wordlessly took the other nub in his mouth.

'Did we not feed you enough earlier?' Sukuna joked, to hide the embarrassing moan he'd just let out.

Yuuji still did not answer, alternating between both nipples, torturing Sukuna's sensitive nubs by teasingly biting them.

Aware he'd have to change his angle of attack at some point, Yuuji moved his hands. His right one continued his exploration of Sukuna's chest, sliding lower, lower, lower, until his fingers reached the waistband of Sukuna's boxers peeking out from his pants.

'Do you want me to touch you?' He asked, looking up from Sukuna's chest.

'You're already touching, brat, don't act all seductive when you've already had your hand on my cock before.' Sukuna answered, not wanting to let himself be pushed around the entire night. Not that he didn't like it, though. The rare times he'd slept with someone, he'd been expected to be the leading one, and though he liked it, he'd always wanted to try something different, to find someone able to direct him without it feeling wrong, or boring. From the moment he'd noticed Yuuji's attraction towards him, he'd seen in his eyes the want and hunger, and the length at which he'd be ready to go just to have Sukuna's eyes on him.

Still, Sukuna had other things planned for the night. He'd let Yuuji order him around to please him (them, them, really, but he wouldn't admit it aloud), and it was time for him to get his plan back on tracks.

He hefted Yuuji from him, bringing him face to face, crashing their lips together in a clash of teeth and tongue. It was Sukuna's time to bite him hard enough to draw blood.

'Let's speed things up, yeah?' He said, grabbing Yuuji by the waist.

'I can walk on my own, you know!' Yuuji protested as Sukuna lifted him off the ground.

From the other side of the room, Uraume laughed. 'You're cute when you're squirming, Yuuji.'

Face red, Yuuji cried out in outrage, 'Hey! I though you were on my side tonight, Uraume!'

Uraume smiled, face half-concealed behind their raised glass. 'Wrong, Yuuji. I'm on the side of the entertaining one. You were, just seconds earlier, but I'm intrigued by what Sukuna's planning for you. That's just how things goes.' They downed their wine, setting the glass down before they stood up, Sukuna seemingly waiting for them to move to the bedroom.

Uraume walked dangerously close to Yuuji's face, saying, 'You will just need to surprise me, Yuuji.'

And with that, Sukuna set off towards the bedroom, Yuuji in arms and Uraume on their heels.

They crossed the house in quick strides, Sukuna unceremoniously throwing Yuuji on the conjugal bed, to the latter's dismay, the minute their reached the room. Uraume closed the door behind them, claiming the rocking chair near the door.

Sukuna did not waste any time, throwing himself at Yuuji, unbuttoning the younger man's pants, and slipping it off him. He did the same with his boxer shorts, though with a little bit more of ceremonial, fumbling Yuuji's cock through the fabric in passing.

Sukuna knelt on his own bedroom floor, hands running along Yuuji's legs, lingering on his thighs, face inching closer to the younger man's shaft.

Pouting on the bed, silent ever since they'd left the living room, the latter's mouth opened with a silent moan as Sukuna's mouth wrapped around him. Head thrown back, his fingers gripping the sheets underneath him as the older man took him whole.

'Shit, Sukunaahh–'

'You didn't tell me he could make pretty sounds like this.' Uraume commented from their seat.

Sukuna pulled away from Yuuji's cock, licking his lips. His eyes came to rest on his parter. 'And this is only the beginning.' He explained, smirking.

He licked a strip along the length before he wrapped his lips around Yuuji, sinking onto his cock, until it was entirely engulfed in his mouth and he could feel it in the back of his throat. He let his saliva pool behind his lower teeth, and when he had accumulated enough, twirled his tongue as best as he could around Yuuji's cock, lathering it with his saliva.

Yuuji let out a loud moan, lost in pleasure, as he pulled on the sheets. 'ahhHH FUCK!'

Sukuna pulled off with a loud pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

'Let's stop here with the blowjob, yeah? Don't want you cumming too early.' Sukuna said, looking at Yuuji.

The latter didn't look back, eyes still clenched shut, breath coming down.

'I bet you've already prepped yourself, eager brat.' Sukuna whispered to himself, his hands forcing Yuuji's thighs back against his belly, giving him a better access to Yuuji's sac and crack.

The world froze for a moment as his eyes settled on Yuuji's hole, a pretty pink plug snug in place.

It was Sukuna's turn to curse. 'Fuck. You've overdone yourself, baby.'

Yuuji snorted. 'And I'm the eager one.'

Sukuna shook his head. 'Nah it's me, you can be sure of it.'

Slowly, Sukuna played with the plug, testing the resistance, listening to Yuuji's sweet moans as he tried to either keep the plug inside or force Sukuna to take it out fully.

Wanting to rile him up, Sukuna asked 'You want something, Yuuji?'

To his disappointment, the younger man did not react to the sound of his name in Sukuna's mouth.

Inwardly, though, Yuuji was screaming. His name drawled in Sukuna's voice? He couldn't. It'd taken everything in him not to just moan like a whore right here. Instead, he complained. 'Uraume-san, can you tell him to stop teasing?'

Uraume observed in silence, seemingly not yielding. Yet.

Yuuji insisted, his left hand sliding between his thighs, pulling one of his cheeks apart. He batted his eyelashes, 'Please, Uraume, I want to feel good.'

The white-haired one raised an eyebrow while Sukuna shivered.

'I think he deserves it, Sukuna. Why don't you give him what he wants, yes?' Uraume eventually said.

For the first time ever since they'd been fucking, Yuuji watched as Sukuna did as he was told without arguing. He pulled out Yuuji's plug with haste, making Yuuji bite down a moan in the process.

Sukuna poured lube on himself and Yuuji's hole, his fingers playing with the rim, before he inserted two, pushing the lube inside. He lathered the lube inside Yuuji hastily, before he took his fingers out, presenting the tip of his cock instead.

He rubbed himself against Yuuji's hole, watching, mesmerised, as Yuuji's body tried to claim him, tantalising hole fluttering as Yuuji clenched around nothing, not used to being empty.

Yuuji whined 'Sukunaaaaa,' and finally, the latter pushed inside.

Sukuna held his eyes as he bottomed out, sighing contentedly as he was finally inside Yuuji. 'Fuck, you feel good.' He commented.

'Fuck him, Sukuna.' Uraume chimed in with a bossy tone, and Yuuji felt Sukuna twitch inside him.

The older man did not need to be told twice, starting off with a rough rhythm. His balls slapped against Yuuji's ass, and the room soon filled with the sound of their grunts.

'Feels better in a bed, yeah brat?' Sukuna asked.

'Shut up.' Yuuji answered. It did, though. Sukuna could thrust roughly into him without fearing of breaking anything, and he could moan without having to hold off. Yuuji could feel Uraume's eyes on him, and it only aroused him more.

To hear them order Sukuna around was something Yuuji had never thought about before, but found himself wanting to hear more. It seemed that the white-haired one had decided to serve Yuuji's pleasure tonight, and the younger man couldn't be more glad of something.

The position allowed Yuuji to have a full view on Sukuna's face and vice versa, but the man's thrusts pinned him to the bed, rendering him powerless, only able to move his arms and crane his neck if he wanted to.

Sukuna felt good inside him, hard and searing, fucking into Yuuji as if he tried to get further in with each thrust. Knowing the older man, it could very well be the case.

'Fuuuck, it feels so good.' Yuuji cursed, right arm coming to hide his face.

It seemed the older man would have none of it, as he grabbed Yuuji's arm and pushed it away from his face, his fingers lacing with the younger's as he pinned his arm to the bed. Sukuna's hips stilled, cock buried deep into Yuuji, as his free hand came to cup the younger's face. He leant down, capturing Yuuji's lips with his in a languid kiss.

The pause was a small reprieve for the younger man, who welcomed it with open arms. He was already sure he wasn't going to last long, but Sukuna's unrelenting pounding made it even worse.

Sex felt crazy when Sukuna was involved, so different from what he'd already felt before. Yuuji told himself it was because Sukuna had more experience, which was obviously true. He tried to think less about his other thoughts about how it felt this good because it was Sukuna, and about how it'd probably never feel as good with anyone else.

The older man pulled away from the kiss, eyes in Yuuji's. 'Brace yourself.' He said, and without any further ado, flipped Yuuji on his belly.

'What– Sukuna!' Yuuji squeaked, falling head first into the sheets.

He looked behind him just in time to see Sukuna pump himself lazily and then position his cock to Yuuji's entrance.

The latter bit his lip at the intrusion, and turned his head ahead again. He was startled to meet Uraume's eyes, and he let his head fall back onto the bed with an embarrassed groan.

Sukuna's hands wrapped around his waist as the older man leant down, pressing his chest against Yuuji's back. 'Don't act all shy now, Yuuji. Uraume's been here from the start, they deserve a good show too, yeah?'

He ended his sentence with a particularly rough thrust, leaving Yuuji screaming into the pillows. 'ahh–AH'

Sukuna smirked, watching Uraume's mirroring expression. 'Enjoying the show?' He asked, panting.

The white-haired one nodded. 'Yes.' They broke eye contact to briefly look at Yuuji's exposed back. 'I recall you said you were going to make him scream your name. I don't think I'm hearing it as of yet?' They asked with as much innocence as one could summon.

Sukuna rolled his eyes. 'You're never happy, huh?' Then, after a brief pause, 'Just watch.'

He thrust his hips, and Yuuji threw his head back with a surprised moan.

'Oh fuck, Sukuna, you're so deep!'

'Yeah? Can you feel me here?' He asked, his hand sliding to Yuuji's belly, pressing against his pelvis, where his cock was buried.

Spurred by Yuuji's silence, he kept on talking. 'Think you could feel my bulge, here?' And he pressed down on the specific spot.

Yuuji squirmed under him, ' .' he answered.

'No? I'll have to try harder then.'

Yuuji cried out, hands balled out in fists gripping the sheets. 'Gn–Yes. Fuck me harder Sukuna, please.'

'Yeah?' Sukuna asked, 'Want me to go faster?'

Sukuna was fucking him good, but more than this, he was noisy. The older man liked to talk whenever they fucked, but when it came to actual pleasured sounds, he was mostly silent. His grunts and moans were scarce, much to Yuuji's dismay. Yuuji had always wondered if this silence was simply due to his nature, or if it was because they were fucking in the museum.

Now Yuuji had his answer. Sukuna's mouth only centimetres from his ears, moans and grunts were flooding from the older man. If his occasional sighs of pleasure were enough to make heat flare in Yuuji's loins, this was on another level. Coupled with Sukuna's actual words, and his pounding, Yuuji was getting dangerously close to the edge.

'Yes, faster, Sukuna, more, more!' Yuuji started to beg, lost in pleasure. It seemed that not being forced to keep quiet had made his restraints fly out the window.

'Fuck baby, I should just keep you in our bed all the time. You're always so eager, fuck. I bet you'd be fine with it.' Sukuna started rambling, getting close.

'Yes, yes, please, Sukuna' Yuuji answered, desperate.

'Fuck, Yuuji, I'm close' Sukuna said.

Yuuji did not waste time, hurrying to say, 'Come inside, please, Sukuna, I want to feel you come inside me.'

'Oh fuck. Yuuji. Fuck.' Sukuna said, caught off guard by Yuuji's demand. Delirious, he drawled 'Think it's gonna take, baby?'

Yuuji let out an undistinguishable moan, voice muffled by the sheets.

From the other side of the room, Uraume lamented not being able to see his face. He could easily imagine the tears streaks and the dazed look. But they'd already asked a lot from the two men when they'd requested to be present when the two had sex, and though it was fun to give a few orders here and there, they didn't want to intrude more than necessary. Especially not when it was related to their orgasms.

Sukuna's thrusts grew irregular, stronger, until he buried himself deep inside Yuuji, hot seed filling the younger man under him as he moaned 'Take it, baby, yes, let me fill you up.'

Cock trapped between the bed and his pelvis, Yuuji came with Sukuna's thrusts into his prostate, untouched. He lifted his head as he spilled onto the sheets, 'Yes, Sukuna, yes–nghh', the sound of Sukuna's breathing in his ear as the older man pressed himself against his back, forehead against Yuuji's nape.

Both men basked in the afterglow, sticky with sweat. Sukuna pulling out reluctantly as his cum cooled on Yuuji's thighs. He rolled on his back, arms on either side of him, looking at the ceiling. Next to him, Yuuji was catching his breath, cheek resting on the blanket.

Uraume rose from where they'd bee standing, crossing the room, amused by Yuuji's expression. He'd caught up the movement and was looking up, like a deer caught in headlights. Only because Uraume had stood up. As if they had not spent the last hour watching Yuuji get torn apart by Sukuna.

There was the beginning of a smile on Uraume's lips as they stood in front of the bed, hands reaching up. A finger slid against Yuuji's cheek, stroking his chin softly. Yuuji's eyes, wide, mesmerized, were fixed on the older, as if he was looking at someone else entirely, unsure that he had any right even looking at the person before him.

He'd even forgotten to blush, it seemed, in Uraume's presence. A first, that much was true.

'You're a good boy, Yuuji-kun,' Uraume started, and Yuuji's breath hitched. It seemed he was particularly sensible to Uraume's praises, for some reason.

'You're making my Sukuna feel good, I should thank you. I know he can be a handful sometimes–'their eyes fluttered in the latter's direction, already acting positively outraged– 'and yet in your palms he's as docile as a lamb. This is no small fit, Yuuji.' They said, despite Sukuna's scoffs on the side.

Slowly the two men in the room watched Uraume lean down, lips grazing the top of Yuuji's head before they kissed his right cheek, pulling away slowly. 'Thank you, Yuuji.' They added, and with that, softly padded out of the room.

Yuuji and Sukuna were left pondering about what'd just happened, both surprised by Uraume's gentleness directed towards Yuuji, and the tenderness displayed here. It was not something usually associated with the white-haired one.

Slowly, Yuuji sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms and cracking his knuckles. He got up, unsure of what to do now.

Sukuna skirted the bed, one arm coming to wrap around Yuuji's waist, pulling him along. 'What about a shower, yeah?'

Yuuji nodded, letting Sukuna lead him around.

They cleaned themselves in silence, Sukuna gentler than expected, weariness catching up with Yuuji. They finished quickly, Yuuji drying himself with closed eyes. Sukuna watched the scene, amused.

The younger man did not even protest when Sukuna led him towards his and Uraume's bedroom. The latter had changed the sheets, and was waiting for the two men in bed.

Both Yuuji and Sukuna joined them, slipping under the covers, Sukuna in the middle, a partner on each side. Yuuji cuddled against him, already falling asleep, Uraume, on the other side, resting their head against his shoulder.


Yuuji kept visiting Sukuna and Uraume's house after their night together. More shy around Uraume, the younger man mostly sought Sukuna during his breaks, not wanting to intrude too much in their conjugal life.

Though they really did not mind, Uraume appreciated Yuuji's carefulness. If anything, it made them even more interested in the young man. It came to a point where not a day passed without them asking Sukuna if he'd seen Yuuji that day. It amused their husband to no end.

Yuuji came to their house a handful of times, mostly to fuck, but he refused most of Sukuna's offers. Though he loved it, he felt awkward falling asleep in bed with Sukuna and Uraume, like an intruder, despite having been invited.

Thankfully for them both, there were no lack of opportunities for them to cross path at work. As the days grew warmer, stuffier, work slowed-down for Sukuna, having less things to do outside. It didn't change many things for Yuuji, as the flow of tourists kept steady, busier at the beginning of the week, and null by the end.

Sukuna walked by the entrance a Friday afternoon, not surprised to find Yuuji sitting alone at his desk, Yuuta's voice filtering from inside the museum. On a tour, probably.

It was hot outside, much more than the previous days, and it seemed that the heatwave was only starting. Sukuna could bear these high temperatures pretty easily, but the same couldn't be said about Uraume. They despised this weather, and always did their best to cool down the house during summer.

It seemed Uraume wasn't the only one not too fond of the heat, though. Yuuji's groans could be heard from the double-door entrance. Indeed, Sukuna greeted Yuuji when he entered, and the latter barely answered.

The skin of Yuuji's neck was pulled tight as he rested his head against the seat's headrest, looking at the ceiling and complaining about the heat. Sukuna watched the drops of sweat running down his neck, sliding on a collarbone, dissipating under a cotton t-shirt as Sukuna's imagination ran wild on where it would end. He'd had the occasion of exploring Yuuji's body himself, and had a pretty clear idea of the drops' journey.

It was too hot outside, even hotter inside due to the poor insulation and the large windows facing the reception, and yet Sukuna would press himself flush against the boys' sweaty skin if only the younger man let him.

Yuuji was blissfully unaware of the lustful look directed at him, too busy groaning from the discomfort the heat brought.

Sukuna shook his head, trying to think of something else. He walked around the counter, coming to stand next to Yuuji.

'Hot?' Sukuna asked, bringing his hand to the younger man's nape, making the other squirm away from his touch.

'Ugh, don't even talk about it!' Yuuji complained, letting his head drop against the desk. Sukuna watched, slightly disgusted, his face stick to the counter. Yuuji kept going, 'I'm really not looking forward to going back to my flat tonight.'

Sukuna raised a brow. 'Why?'

Yuuji threw his hands up, gesturing around, 'The heat! And it's even worse back there.' He complained.

Sukuna's fingers played with the hair on the base of Yuuji's neck, before he caught himself and pulled away. He was getting way too comfortable.

'Come to the house, then.' He offered, watching as Yuuji turned his seat to look at him, frowning.

'Tonight?' He asked.

Sukuna nodded, eyes fixed on Yuuji's drenched t-shirt. 'Yeah,' he swallowed before looking up. 'Uraume hates the heat, it's just as cool as a fridge in the house, I'm even forced to put on a jacket there.' He explained.

Contrary to the other times Sukuna invited Yuuji home, the latter did not think before agreeing this time. At this point, Yuuji would have done anything to escape this heat. 'Yeah, okay, I'll come. I won't make it through tonight, otherwise.' He reasoned.

Sukuna snorted 'Yeah, right.' He yawned, barely putting his hand in front of his mouth. 'I'll see you tonight, then. We'll take my car.'

Yuuji nodded, and bid him farewell.


Sukuna was already waiting by his car when Yuuji arrived. It had taken him some time to close the museum. 'You have no idea how glad I am to jump into you car knowing the freshness that awaits me in there.' He said.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, unlocking the car. He opened the passenger's door, about to step aside to let Yuuji climb inside, before he paused, a hand hovering over Yuuji's chest in a stopping motion. 'No fucking tonight.' He stated.

It effectively made Yuuji pause. 'What?'

'Aku's home, so we're not fucking tonight, only sleeping, get it?'

'Yes, yes, of course.' Yuuji answered. Was Sukuna really seeing him as a pervert, unable to hold off for a night?

The thing was that, since they almost only ever met to fuck, Sukuna's remark was relevant.

Yuuji added nothing and simply climbed inside the passenger's seat.

The drive to Sukuna's house was not long, about halfway Yuuji's, and they spent the majority of it in silence. However, upon the moment they exited the village and entered the larger road, Sukuna's hand settled on Yuuji's thigh.

The younger man knew it was a normal gesture, as Sukuna often touched him with no ulterior motives, but the man's previous sentence echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but think about this hand in another setting.

He gnawed at his lower lip, unsure of what to do. After all, he was horny, and he knew he would not be able to get his fill once at Sukuna's place. He also wasn't quite sure of what Sukuna had meant when he'd told him the previous sentence. Maybe it was some sort of mind-twisting way of convincing Yuuji of making a move on him by convincing him he soon would not be able to anymore.

Yuuji was not one for thinking too much. He was a man of action. Thus, tired of getting worked up, he mirrored Sukuna's action and settled a hand on the man's thigh.

The older man raised a single eyebrow in surprise, not looking away from the road. Yuuji took it as an encouragement, and moved it further, closer to his crotch. He let his fingers wander on the inside of the man's leg, not quite touching him blatantly yet. He secretly hoped it would rile Sukuna up enough for Yuuji to witness it first-hand.

He wasn't sure it worked, though. Indeed, lest for a short sniff, Sukuna remained silent. However, Yuuji was sure he'd opened his thighs further apart.

Not a patient man, Yuuji decided to drop any pretences, his hand landing on Sukuna's crotch, palming him through the jeans, noticing the obvious bulge here.

He massaged him for a while, simply appreciating the earnest reactions he could feel under his palm. Sukuna's obvious want for more was thrilling to watch.

From time to time, Yuuji took his eyes off the man's crotch to look at the road, and found himself surprised by Sukuna's complete control of the driving despite the situation. Good for them, then. It meant he could go even further.

Wanting to get a reaction out of Sukuna, Yuuji slowly unbuttoned his pants, briefly feeling him through his boxer shorts, before he slid the fabric away from Sukuna's cock, trying as best as he could to tuck it out of the way under his balls.

Sukuna tried to help by slightly raising his hips, but he had to quickly sit back down properly to focus on the road again. His hand left Yuuji's thigh, aware it would otherwise restrict Yuuji's movements.

Finally, Yuuji had full access to Sukuna's cock, and he took his sweet time letting his index slide up and down the length, tracing the contour of a vein.

'Are you going to actually touch it at some point or what?' Sukuna asked after a while.

Yuuji had to control himself to not rejoice from the reaction. All he'd wanted was to get one, to make Sukuna squirm from his touch alone, for the man to want him to the point of asking for it. Yuuji was satisfied.

He grinned, wrapping his dry hand around the man's length. 'Of course, Sukuna!'

He jerked Sukuna off in a slow drag, and the latter hissed. 'Yuuji, too dry,' he complained.

'Oh?' Yuuji had an eat-shitting grin on his face. 'Sorry Sukuna, I'll fix that.' And brought his hand to his mouth, licking long stripes to humidify it.

From the corner of his eyes, Sukuna looked positively exasperated.

Finally, the younger man wrapped his hand around Sukuna again, 'Better?'

It took a few seconds for Sukuna to answer with a grunt, 'Yeah.'

Yuuji tightened his grip, stroking him slowly. They'd spent enough lunch breaks jerking each other off to know what Sukuna liked.

Long movements, deft fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft, and the sight of Yuuji's hands, small in comparison to his cock. Most of all, Sukuna liked when Yuuji fondled his balls, trying to take them in one hand or leaning down to lap at them. He liked to come on Yuuji's face whenever the other decided to focus more on them on some occasions.

The pleasure was shared, though. Yuuji loved Sukuna's cock. Before they'd done anything, he had expected Sukuna to be big. And he was. But it was even more different when he had Sukuna in hand, hot and twitching. It was better, actually.

Having enough of only rubbing at the cock, Yuuji sighed. He wanted to put his mouth on Sukuna, now. Licking his lips, he leant down, ready and eager to take Sukuna in mouth. He was stopped by a hand on his face, pushing him away not so gently.

Yuuji let out a surprised noise, afraid he'd done something wrong. He straightened up, searching Sukuna's face. 'Um, sorry? I went too far, maybe? I didn't know, I'm sorry I shouldn't have–'

He was interrupted by Sukuna's sigh and gentle shake of his head. 'Easy, boy.'

Without adding anything else, he changed gear, and Yuuji noticed the car slowing down until they stopped. Curious, he looked around, only to realise they were parked in a random spot surrounded by bushes.

Sukuna explained, 'I was not about to let you make me come while driving.'

Yuuji felt sheepish. 'Oh. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this while you were driving in the first place…'

Obviously Yuuji had misread his decision, and Sukuna decided this wouldn't do. He unbuckled his seat belt and leant over his seat to do the same with Yuuji's. When he straightened up, he grabbed Yuuji by the nape with his left hand, pulling him close and shutting him up with a kiss.

It took a few seconds for Yuuji to reciprocate, but he melted into the kiss fairly quickly, grabbing onto Sukuna's chest for balance. It made the older man moan into the kiss. 'Think I'm not catching up on you taking this as an excuse to feel me?' He asked.

Yuuji's face reddened as he spluttered 'Oh no I– I didn't do it deliberately I swear.'

Sukuna shushed him, capturing Yuuji's lower lip with his teeth. He nibbled at the skin there, not quite tearing, nothing that could raise questions. From his kid, at least. He knew Uraume would catch on the moment they'd see Yuuji.

Slowly, Sukuna detached one of Yuuji's hands from his t-shirt, bringing it back to his own cock, still hard despite the lack of attention. 'I think you were about to do something before we stopped, right?'

Yuuji swallowed, looking at Sukuna in the eye. It wasn't the first time he sucked Sukuna off, hell he had been about to do it not even five minutes earlier, but still. It was different in a setting like this, just the two of them, in a completely silent and secluded place, with –almost– no risks of getting caught, and no real rush.

'Yeah.' h=He murmured, pushing Sukuna back into his seat. The older man settled more comfortably, pulling his pants down for better access.

Yuuji shuffled a bit in his seat, searching for a comfortable position, before he finally leant down and took Sukuna in mouth. He always liked to go slow, to have the older man in mouth, and he liked to play with him and tease him until the older man asked him to speed things up.

Yuuji lapped at the tip, Sukuna's shaft twitching in his hand as Sukuna slouched into his seat. 'Yes, just like that baby.' He sighed.

The nickname brought heat to Yuuji's cheeks and it spurred him to take Sukuna deeper. He started to bob his head up and down, Sukuna's hand coming to rest on the top of his head, not pushing down, simply petting his hair. The older man sighed contentedly, and the sound drove Yuuji crazy. He'd grown obsessed to each and every little sound Sukuna did when he was pleased.

Slowly, Yuuji inched a hand towards his own pants, unbuttoning it and taking himself out. He ached for Sukuna's touch, but he was sure he would come before the man had a chance to offer his hand. The setting was simply too hot for Yuuji to last long, sucking Sukuna off in his car in a random place where anyone could see them, but probably wouldn't? Yeah, way too hot.

He moaned around Sukuna's cock, 'Mhh, Suku'a.'

Sukuna hummed encouragingly, 'Fuck, keep going Yuuji, deeper.'

Yuuji took a breath and sank further on Sukuna's cock, mindful of his teeth, though he'd grown more cautious lately.

He felt Sukuna shiver, the hand in his hair closing around strands, though not yet pushing Yuuji's head further down.

Though it happened sometimes, Sukuna didn't always push Yuuji to the limit. On the contrary, the older man liked to let Yuuji act on his own, to watch him try his best, desperate to please Sukuna. The older man was a sucker for a begging Yuuji.

As always, Yuuji was eager, the slurping sound filling the car as he worked diligently to take even more of Sukuna in his mouth. Saliva pooled at the back of his teeth, and he forced himself to swallow around Sukuna's cock. It made Sukuna moan, thighs tensing for a bit.

The drops of saliva slipping through Yuuji's parted lips were welcome on both of their skin, the outside heat being too strong to not be felt inside the car. Even Yuuji's mouth was almost too hot for Sukuna, and though it was enticing, he was also starting to sweat buckets.

'I'm not gonna last long, brat.' Sukuna said just as his hips started to buck into Yuuji's mouth, a clear sign he wasn't far.

Yuuji pulled off Sukuna's cock, looking him in the eye as he let a string of saliva slip from his tongue and drip on his twitching cock.

Yuuji peppered kisses to the length, amused by Sukuna's hiss and insistent, 'Come on brat, stop teasing.'

'I could stop teasing, but…' Yuuji started, looking not so sorry as he spoke. He didn't look that serious, hand wrapped around Sukuna's cock, face only centimetres from the tip.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. 'But?'

'I'd need some encouragement.' Yuuji supplied, batting his eyelashes.

He thought it would piss off the older man, but instead it only made Sukuna smile devilishly. The older man brought his hand to Yuuji's chin, tilting his head up. 'Make me come on your tongue, Yuuji. I know you want it as much as I do.' He said.

Yuuji's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. Sukuna stroke his cheek lightly, pinching him playfully as he pulled his hand away, settling it back in Yuuji's hair.

Sukuna's words spurred Yuuji, who immediately wrapped his lips around Sukuna, sucking at the tip before he sank on the cock, tongue moving along the length.

'Yes, just like that.' Sukuna said, eyes closing.

Yuuji bobbed his head strongly, swirling his tongue and jerking Sukuna's base, aware the older man was close. 'Fuck, Yuuji, yeah, keep going.' The older man kept chanting.

The younger man tightened his fist over his own cock, trying to hold himself back, wanting to come at the same time as Sukuna.

Yuuji's hand on the older man's cock moved lower, fondling at his balls, and Yuuji swallowed. The feeling was enough to bring Sukuna over the edge, and his grip tightened in Yuuji' hair as filled the brat's mouth with his cum, moaning, 'FUCK, yes, good boy.'

His words sent a jolt to Yuuji's cock, and he came with a moan around Sukuna's dick, hand moving furiously as he spilled in his boxer shorts.

It took a few seconds to register that Yuuji had swallowed everything, and Sukuna barely gave him time to look up before he grabbed him by the neck to smash their mouths together. He could taste himself on Yuuji's tongue, and he felt himself twitch at the realisation. He pulled away and nipped at Yuuji's lower lip quickly.

'You fucking brat.'

Yuuji smiled blindingly at him, obviously pleased by what had just happened. The rambling was as much of a proof. 'That was so hot! When I felt your hand on my thigh I just felt the need to touch you too, and then I wanted to really touch you, and then–' Sukuna tuned him off.

He reached for the glove box, grabbing a packet of tissues.

To be honest, he had not really thought about what it could bring to settle his hand on Yuuji's thigh while driving. It was something he did with Uraume, with no ulterior motives, and he found himself surprised he'd done the same with Yuuji without even thinking. He was not disappointed with the effect it'd had on the younger man.

He wiped himself as best as he could, handing the rest of the tissues to Yuuji while he finished tucking himself back.

Yuuji groaned while looking at the mess he'd made. 'I don't think I'll be able to wear my boxers.'

Sukuna shrugged. 'Don't wear them, then. We'll have to shower when we arrive anyway, I'll give you clothes to wear for the night.'

'Oh. Yes, I want that.' Yuuji answered.

Once they were looking more presentable, Sukuna restarted the car. They were silent. Or Sukuna was. Not Yuuji. He kept on rambling about something his friends did, mentioning how some of them would love him if he ever decided to have a drink with them one day. Sukuna ignored him.

The drive back home was quick, and Sukuna was not surprised to see Uraume at the door, as if expecting them.

There was a small knowing smile on their lips as they welcomed Yuuji and their husband, as if they already knew what they'd been up to in the car. Maybe they did. Sukuna didn't put it past them to guess what he and Yuuji did whenever they were together.

Yuuji stepped inside the house with a pleased sigh. 'Oh you were not lying, Sukuna! It's so cool here, so different from the outside heat!' He turned towards Uraume. 'Thank you for having me, Uraume!.'

Uraume smiled. 'You're welcome, Yuuji.' They turned towards Sukuna. 'I believe a shower wouldn't be so bad, yes? You can go first, Yuuji, I will get started on diner.'

Yuuji flushed, having gotten used to Uraume enough to know that the shower suggestion was not just because of the heat. He headed for the bathroom while Sukuna went to the bedroom to fetch them comfortable clothes.

The rest of the night went as usual, Aku being her usual bubbly self, and Yuuji chiming in whenever he felt like it.

They watched a movie on the couch, Sukuna carrying Aku in her bed when she started to doze off. When it was time for the three adults to go to sleep too, Yuuji settled on the couch, thanking Sukuna and Uraume again for letting him crash in.

The couple looked at each other, before squinting at Yuuji. 'Did I say something wrong?' The younger man asked, unsure.

Sukuna huffed. 'Get your ass off the couch, you're not sleeping there.'

'Uh?' Yuuji asked, confused. Still, he followed, easily recognising the bedroom they were leading him into.

Uraume closed the door behind them, and Yuuji's first night spent in this bed flashed in front of his eyes. 'You're our special guest, Yuuji. We couldn't properly let you sleep on the couch.' Uraume explained, sitting down on the bed.

Yuuji opened his mouth but not a sound followed, so he closed it. He went in without a protest. 'Thank you.' He said instead.

They laid in the same order than the first time Yuuji joined them, Uraume back to the wall, Sukuna in the middle, and Yuuji on the other end of the bed, closer to the door.

Uraume and Sukuna watched Yuuji fall asleep, that night, both aware of the other's train of thoughts. Yuuji had wormed his way into their life, and it would be harder to let him go with each passing days. So they decided to relish in the pleasure of having him with them for the time being, until they would have to let him go.


And done! I hope you liked it!

It was both such a fun fic to write and a really good exercise! Smut is not a genre I'm too comfortable writing, as I always fear it'll sound too clinical and awkward, but I realised that forcing myself to write more actually (just like everything else, really) helped me improve! So this was quite the exercise, really. (And I kind of included all of my fave kinks in there haha)

As for the ending, I left it open because I didn't have much else to say, but I did think about what could happen next:

I think that by the end of the fic Yuuji is not ready to lock himself into such a relationship, so he occasionally sleeps with Sukuna, and he's often having diner with the three of them, but nothing more. When he stops working at the museum, he leaves the village, goes on trips with friends, works in different cities, though he always longs for the countryside. He dates people here and there, still in touch with Suku and Urau but rarely able to see them. And when he's a little bit older, and he has done enough travelling, he becomes a fireman in the city nearest the village. He often meets Sukuna for work and outside, and he cannot deny the obviousness anymore: he wants to be with Sukuna and Uraume. They both welcome him with open arms, somehow knowing he'd come to them. Uraume had always known. For the sake of Yuuji, they'll never mention the nights Sukuna spent longing for Yuuji, beaming at every knew message from the younger man, despite denying it in front of the concerned boy. Aku is glad to see Yuuji, too. She doesn't mind much her parents' relationship with him, and is mostly fine with it. Their relationship is an open secret in the village, no one really knows what's going on there, but they know that Yuuji lives the family, and that's pretty much it!

Anyway, thank you for having read the fic if you're still there, and think about leaving a comment!