Unholy!

In the hands of the dishonored one

Note: It's gettin hot, prepare yourselves... TW: #sexualContent >:3

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Thing about love?
They say it's the best feeling in life. But that is a barefaced lie.
Love is like a disease - no, it is even worse.
When you have it, you feel sick most of the time, like you're not yourself. But if you lack it, you'll feel sick too.
If you don't know it, then you're missing something. But if you know it, you'll also know the pain. Because there is no love without pain. Without fear. Without sorrow. Without hate.

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That's all he ever wanted. A person for whom he is special. A person who believes in him. Someone who is proud. No. Not just someone: A man.

Everything a boy should get from his father was missing in his life and it left a huge hole without Megumi even being aware of it.

Actually, it wasn't even the terrible things that happened to him in his past life, that broke him. These wounds bleed, but heal over time. Just like the wounds from a fight. What left the real scars on his soul were the things he was deprived of.

No one who said, 'you can do it'. No one who said, 'I'm here for you'. No one who wouldn't have let anything happened or hurt him...

Most of the damage has been done by all these words he never heard, by all the care he never got, by all the love he never knew...

Megumi doesn't allow Sukuna to move away from him. He doesn't want to miss his close presence so soon. He reaches for his face greedily, takes it with both hands and kisses the man with a rough impetuosity. Sukuna seems surprised but not averse and after the blink of an eye he is only too happy to acquiesce. He grins into the kiss, while letting Megumi's tongue enter, sucking and kinda biting him.

It's not a gentle kiss. It's more about devouring each other as quickly as possible, but it's still the most perfect kiss in that very moment.

Megumi forgets about everything around him, including where they are, but when his abdomen bumps against the solid wooden table amidst all the ardor, he remembers it and moments later cringes at himself. He moves only an inch back on his seat, then feels a hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Now Sukuna is the one who isn't willing to let him break away. They both look at each other with hungry glances, but when the boy takes a deeper look he recognizes something feral in Sukunas expression. He flinches a little, his eyes revealing his rising panic and then that savage smile appears on Sukuna's lips, reaching up to his ears and Megumi knows he's in trouble.

Obviously, Sukuna has also built up some pressure and is no longer interested in containing himself. He wants to take the boy right on the spot. Megumi's kiss seemed like an invite, maybe a demand, but that's not at all how it was meant! He himself doesn't even know exactly why he did what he did. It was more of an instinct that he couldn't control.

„I assume you liked my answer!?", Sukuna growls in a super low voice but doesn't wait for a reply. He tugs the boy over the table, ignoring the fact that he sweeps their plates and glasses off, leaving a mess of shards and spilled wine.

Megumi has neither a chance nor time to defend himself, his body is dragged across the tabletop like a fish on a hook and the next thing he knows is that he is suddenly sitting on Sukuna's side, exactly next to him.

Those strong, tattooed hands lose absolutely no time in groping his lap, and Megumi's heart stops for a moment at the touch, before his pulse increases at an unhealthy rate.

„Is that a yes?", Sukuna murmurs, but it doesn't sound like a question to which there is more than one answer.

Megumi hitches and he can no longer think straight. His cheeks must redden as much as the color of Sukuna's eyes, which now penetrate so deeply into his soul that Megumi has to avert his gaze to avoid bursting inside.