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Toji has been here for hours. Sukuna’s cock stuffed deep inside him, splitting him open whilst the lower one rested below his own neglected erection. He sat with his back flush to Sukuna’s chest, panting like a damn dog, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the arms that pin him against Sukuna’s lap.

“-kuna, please” It doesn’t even sound like his own voice anymore, but it falls on deaf ears regardless. Sukuna uses his other two arms to read through the stack of papers strewn across the table, taking his time like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Completely ignoring the man squirming in his lap, the asshole.

Toji’s head feels heavy, like it’s stuffed with cotton, thick and syrupy like molasses. All his nerve endings alive and burning for even the smallest movement, the smallest shift in either of them. He can feel the curses skin against his own, warm and unyielding behind him, the mouth on the curses stomach parting to lick the sweat beading on his lower back, causing his breath to hitch and hips to roll down unconsciously. He can’t move much though, due to the two hands that are wrapped around his thighs like a vice grip, holding him in place. He’s so hard it hurts, leaking precome as he writhes, desperately trying to get any form of stimulation. Sukuna mutters something under his breath, the deep rumble of his voice felt all the way in Toji’s toes, calmly leaning forwards to dip his ink brush in its well again, (because the bastard refuses to use pens like a normal person) writing on the paper slowly and carefully. The movement causes Sukuna cock to shift inside of him, moving a tiny bit deeper, a noise that he will absolutely deny making later spilling from Toji's lips. He rocks his hips down again desperately, needing to feel it, he needs it so badly, he could probably cum if he just-

“If you mess up my work I’ll take you off my lap” Sukuna says, his voice smooth and firm. The hands around Toji’s waist and thighs tighten in warning. It’s not an empty threat, speaking from experience he knows damn well Sukuna is cruel enough to deny Toji release, despite being speared on his cock for god knows how long. The many times Sukuna has batted Toji’s hand away when he’s tried to touch himself or his hold on Toji increasing when he feebly tries to roll his hips down on the curses cock speaks for itself. Toji swallows thickly, frustration and an almost feverish need for more burning through him. He vaguely entertains the idea of knocking over the inkwell, if not only in a childish display of rebellion or just to see the smug shit’s reaction to his hours of work being ruined, serves him right… but no, Toji’s is so possessed with the desperation to climax, to be fucked properly, that for once in his life, he actually listens to reason. 

“You’re a fuckin-”  He grumbles, or tries to as it comes out more like a breathy whine, cutting himself off when he feels Sukuna’s hand squeeze around his thigh again, sharp nails digging into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He’s still writing, elegant brush strokes against the paper, deep and even breaths but Toji can feel his attention on him, feel him drinking in Toji’s tiny movements and the pathetic desperate noises that slip past his lips.

“Is this not enough for you?” Sukuna says. It’s more of a statement than a question, that amused mocking that Toji knows far too well lacing his voice. “So greedy, you should be grateful I let you warm my cock at all” 

Toji clenches down around Sukuna’s dick again, more for his own benefit than the curses. He knows Sukuna is trying to rile him up, being an asshole on purpose to get under his skin but Toji is so worked up, so frustrated and desperate for release that despite wanting to chew him out, wanting to tell him to suck his own dicks next time that he can’t bring himself to. His stupid little animal brain is only filled with the need, the need to cum, the need to be touched, the need for more. Any logical thought fizzing out before it’s fully formed.

“Need it properly-ah, fuck me properly” He manages, head lolling back against Sukuna’s chest, trying to roll his hips down pointedly… if he could just slip a hand between his legs he could finish himself off… but no, as if sensing his thoughts, the hand around Toji’s thigh shifts to wrap around his wrists, pinning them loosely behind his back, sandwiched between Sukuna’s chest. The curse sighs deeply, as if Toji is being the unreasonable one here and rests the inkbrush in its holder as he sits back and straightens his spine. The action causes Toji to moan breathily as Sukuna’s dick shifts inside of him again. Sukuna hums in mock consideration.

“Is that so?” The hand moves to Toji’s knee and it feels like a victory somehow, despite the fact he’s been toyed with right now. It should be embarrassing how he almost flinches at the touch, his skin tingling from the contact, cock twitching between his legs like some desperate, needy creature. Toji nods, wrists fidgeting in Sukuna’s grip, thighs and shoulders sore from being in the same position for so long “is that how you ask for things?” Sukuna adds after a moment. They’ve played this game countless times and Toji is under no illusion that he isn’t the one in control here but… to beg?  Toji can feel that familiar prickle of annoyance and embarrassment on the back of his neck, colouring his already flushed cheeks. He’s never been the most prideful man but he likes to think that despite popular opinion, he does have some sort of respect for himself, enough at least that the idea of begging to be fucked does cause him to think for a moment.

However, even with Sukuna’s condescending tone and his pride on the line, he feels like a dog that’s had a treat dangled in front of it’s nose, frustration giving way to irrational hope, the idea that Sukuna might actually let him finally cum, finally fuck him if he just… does what Sukuna wants for once… he’s had a dick inside of him for hours, sue him. Pride swallowed, he exhales breathily, eyebrows furrowing.

“Please fuck me Sukuna” Toji says quietly, his voice sightly strained. There’s a looming silence that follows, one which Toji feels he has to fill, has to convince Sukuna because he feels like he’s crawling out of his skin, erection laying heavy between his legs, hole stretched and aching… the idea of Sukuna denying him release is too much. “please- touch me, I need it please” 

“I forget how pretty you sound when you beg” Sukuna murmurs after a long moment and Toji can feel his face against his hair, leaning so his voice is closer to his ear. The hand resting on his knee shifts up his thigh slowly and Toji feels like he actually might pass out from how slow Sukuna is, how he touches Toji like he's something fragile, something brakable. He watches the glide rapturously with heavy lidded eyes, breath caught in his throat. “So much nicer when you’re good” 

“Please-” Toji begs again, feeling the hand holding his wrists slither away, instead moving towards his chest, shifting up his ribcage, nails scraping across the pale skin, torturously slow. The teasing is almost too much, it’s almost hysterical how much Toji just wants to shove the damn curse over and fuck himself on his cock, hard and fast until he comes all over himself. Two of Sukuna’s hands palm his pecs, shifting the pliant flesh under his fingers before raking a sharp claw across his nipple. Toji bites his lip at the sensation, a pathetic needy noise slipping past his lips as his eyelids flutter.

“So sensitive… perhaps I have been too cruel to you”, Sukuna whispers, tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear as his fingers pinch the buds, causing a full body jerk this time.

“S-shit, just- fuck, just fuck me already” Toji hisses between his teeth, frustration rearing it’s ugly head again. The slow, teasing touches are almost worse than being ignored somehow, his cock leaking an almost embarrassing amount of precome, dripping onto the floor below. Suddenly, all four hands are on his torso, lifting him up under his armpit and by his waist, pulling Toji off his cock- Toji flails, panic flaring in his chest as he thinks he’s fucked up somehow, ran his mouth too much and now Sukuna is going to leave him like this. The feeling of being empty after being sat on Sukuna’s cock for so long is awful-

”Kuna-” he whines, not even caring how pathetic and desperate he sounds. He’s manhandled so he’s facing the curse, seeing all four crimson eyes fixed on him, that stupid fucking smirk pulling at Sukunas lips. He places Toji back down on his lap, the hard length of the curses cock resting against the cleft of Toji’s ass, the other one pressing up against his balls and yeah, the possibility of Toji crying or passing out just raised exponentially. 

“What’s wrong?” Sukuna says, cocking his head in mock confusion, a hand going to Toji’s pecs again, another brushing the dark hair that’s stuck to the sweat on his forehead off his face. Toji makes a noise halfway between a groan and a huff in answer, causing Sukuna to chuckle meanly.

“ah, I’m sorry, just wanted to see your face” he says, not sounding sorry at all, not in the slightest. Toji doesn’t have much time to glare at Sukuna as the curse wastes no time rolling his hips slowly, his cockhead catching against Toji’s slicked up hole, sending sparks of pleasure up Toji’s spine. The hands that was fondling Toji's chest shift down to his hips as the maw of Sukuna’s stomach opens wide, the tongue peeking out just enough to only just catch Toji’s cock. It’s good, it’s so good… but it’s not enough, it only serves to keep him on the edge of his release, so, so close but not enough to finish him off. The smaller man tries to roll his hips up to chase the friction, the warm, wetness sending pleasure pooling in his gut but- he can’t quite reach, he can’t lift his hips high enough to get what he needs. It’s too much, his hands are shaking, frustration growing inside as his heart rabbits in his chest, eyes become glassy, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"Please! Please just- please put it back in I can’t-” Toji whines, pawing desperately at Sukuna’s chest, throat burning as he fights between rolling his hips down against the curses cock, desperately trying to push Sukuna back into him as it passes over his hole, or up to rub against his the stomach tongue. Sukuna, the asshole, looks like the cat that’s got the cream, all four eyes fixed on him, drinking in Toji’s reactions. Normally he’d be thrilled at the attention, but even through the slow, gloopy mess of his mind he can see the amusement in Sukuna’s expression alongside a calculating, almost assessing look that the younger man knows all too well. Sukuna chuckles again, a deep rich noise before in one fluid motion, Toji is pushed onto his back, legs hooked over Sukuna’s hips as the curse buries himself balls deep inside of his hole, instantly hitting his prostate and Toji- he’s not even sure what noise he made, something that sounded more animal as his nails dig into Sukuna’s back, raking across his skin. Toji climaxes immidately and hard, so hard his vision wavers for a momement, face scrunching up as he spills onto his own stomach, hours worth of pent up need shaking him apart. The curse chuckles again, holding Toji’s jaw in hand as he continues to roll his hips, already thrusting as an almost frenzied pace, he doesn’t slow down and doesn’t let up, working Toji through his climax and into overstimulation, too much, too much, Toji’s body squirming and shaking.

“Wait- please” Toji manages, barely able to think, let alone speak. Sukuna’s thrusts force a breath out of his lungs alongside bitten off moans. He hadn’t even realised he’s started crying until Sukuna licks the tears off his face, leering down at him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Sukuna purrs, sounding annoyingly put together despite pounding Toji into the floor, only a few strands of hair falling onto his forehead as he snaps his hips. “Ungrateful little slut” Toji grits his teeth, moaning obscenely as one of Sukuna’s hands slips down to pump his length, shifting his hips to avoid the intense feeling on his sensitive dick. Sukuna’s mouth predictably finding its way to Toji’s neck, licking the sweat off his jaw and up the column of his throat, hands roaming the expanse of his body, teeth against his collarbone- Toji’s hard again in record time, head against the floor as he’s fucked into oblivion, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth, salty tears sliding down his temple. He can’t even imagine what he looks like right now. 

“Kuna- ngh, fuck- please, please” he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point, tremulous fingers buried in Sukuna’s peachy hair, panting into the open air, back arched. The curse’s teeth trace down the tendon on his neck, following its path until he reaches the junction where the shoulder meets and bites, hard enough to leave a mark. It’s quickly soothed over by Sukuna’s tongue but Toji keens at the sensation, pleasure pain pooling in his lower stomach. He pulls at the hair between his fingers and Sukuna groans, hips stuttering in their movements, a hand wrapping around Toji’s throat in retaliation, squeezing the sides enough for his head to feel light again.

“It’s just never enough for you is it-” Sukuna hisses, voice sounding slightly more strained than before, their skin meeting loudly, punctuated by little breaths. “You wanted me to fuck you like this? Fuck you till you can’t even breathe?” 

Toji nods, almost frantically, swallowing thickly under Sukuna’s hand, gulping down breaths. This isn’t the first time they’ve fucked, not even the first time they’ve done something like this, but he’ll never get used to the feeling. Never get used to Sukuna’s cock deep inside him, carving a space out as it pounds into him, the lower one between his balls, rubbing against the prominent vein on his shaft. 

“Yes- yes” he manages to say between moans, his climax growing again at an alarming pace. If the almost bruising grip Sukuna has on his hips and waist and the stuttering place he’s moving at is any indication, Sukuna isn’t far off either. The grip around Toji’s throat vanishes as Sukuna leans forwards to nip and lick at his jaw, hot breath against the skin. Toji closes his eyes, rocking himself back to meet Sukuna’s movements. Suddenly, he feels a distinct wetness against his cock and is helpless against the whimper that escapes his lips. Sukuna’s stomach mouth lapping the cum from his first climax off his stomach before licking Toji’s neglected cock and Toji is just… gone. Helpless against the torrent of pleasure that lances through him, he feels his balls tighten again as he nears his release, sharp breaths and noises slipping past his parted lips as he squirms. “Kuna- ah, fuck”

“Go on, cum for me” Sukuna whispers and Toji doubts he could even control it if he wanted to. He goes rigid, biting off a moan as he cums against the stomach mouth's tongue, clenching down around Sukuna’s cock. Sukuna finishes himself moments after, biting down against Toji’s neck as he spills into Toji’s guts, groaning deep in his throat as he becomes dead weight. Toji has to all but roll Sukuna off of him, the pair laying side by side on the floor, basking in his afterglow as the pair catch their breath.

"You’re a bastard” Toji says, the heat of the statement diluted by the smile that pulls at his lips. Sukuna's snort is only his answer and Toji doesn’t have to look to imagine the smug look on the curses face. Bastard.

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