Tác giả: Anonymous

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Megumi turns 21 this year and he has yet to lose his v-card to anyone else. To put it simply, he never got past the stage of talking with anyone. Ever.

At a glance, no one could refute that Megumi is pretty. Real pretty. His skin was soft, a long curtain of eyelashes that makes people blush when they stare too long, and a velvet voice that sends tingles down your spine.

Tonight, this particular pretty boy was celebrating his birthday at home with his own father due to the heavy rain in Tokyo. The steady howling of the wind outside is a harsh reminder that the universe is against his born day celebration.

Toji isn’t a terrible father. He had not rubbed it in Megumi’s face about the unfortunate circumstances and even cooked some extra fried chicken for his son. It’s his own way of expressing love — food.

Megumi was silent as he sat across Toji. The small table they shared had enough spaces to fit the dishes. Although Megumi was disappointed, the aromatic smell of crispy fried chicken, mixed vegetables and even the plain hot miso soup were enough to put him in a good mood.

“This looks delicious, dad.”, he smiled sweetly at the man. Toji laughs from the genuine compliment he received from his son and after placing the two cans of beer, he ruffles Megumi’s hair affectionately.

The two started picking up their utensils and eating in silence. Megumi eats the steaming hot rice enthusiastically, adding soy sauce atop the vegetables dressing and chewing it thoroughly. A flicker of warmth was present in Toji’s eyes at the sight.

“Eat slowly. We still have extras in the pot if you want.”, Toji bites into the chicken. He hums as the barbecue sauce he had mixed melts on his tongue.

Megumi only smiled at the words. Suddenly, the thunder roars followed by lightning caused them to jolt in surprise. The light bulbs were blown out from the impact and the whole neighbourhood was now shrouded in darkness.

“ Oh. ”

Toji sighs. Standing up, he rummages through the nearest table and pulls out an emergency lamp. It was small like the size of a lantern. Although the usual lanterns are made of oil, paper and sticks. The lamps were actually running on batteries and only time can tell for how long the lamps may last during the blackout.

Toji places the lamp next to the table and continues eating. Megumi follows suit and eats nonchalantly. The two treated the situation normally. Not even checking the other neighbour’s situations, finding updates on the local electricity office or as such. Just casually eating and basking the silence that they share in this small house.

Megumi finally eats his birthday meal— the so-called special bbq sauce fried chicken that Toji prepared. He, just like his father, hums in appreciation. The man in his early 40s chuckles at Megumi’s expressions. Megumi also responds in a similar manner.

The pitter patter of the rain outside was evident in the way their roofs thrummed with every insistent beats. Water streams down from the glass window like waterfalls and Toji was worried if the situation persists, will the lights be out until the next morning?

Seeing his father’s eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, Megumi took the time to stare at Toji’s features. There was something about the way the orange light illuminates his father’s face. The cuts on his lip were concealed by shadow and his prominent cheekbones jutted out, showing how clear cut his father was. Then, it all clicked with Megumi.

His father aged just like fine wine. He had an appearance like a clear cut jade. Although he was nearing his mid 40s (has a 21 years old son, at that), age seems to not catch up to him at all. Megumi stared in awe at his own father, an unfamiliar feeling beginning to swell in his chest the longer he basked in it.

“Gods, Megumi. I think we gotta save up our phone battery. I don’t think this lil’ thing here gonna last through the night.”, he laughs deeply. His hand tapped the lantern-like lamp.

Megumi shivers from the voice. That was so hot .

‘Lil thing? Sheeeshhhhhh.

“Mine is enough to get by.”, he replied curtly. Megumi then stood up to wash his hands at the sink. He shivers from the coldness of the water and quickly strutting back underneath the table. There was a lingering warmth beneath the table and Megumi’s heart fizzed with the comforting sensation.

Toji continues eating his fill and cleans up. Megumi looked up when Toji took a seat next to him this time. Their knees knocking together and something about being so close to each other in the dark made Megumi’s heart race faster.

“So, you’re turning 21”, Toji began. His shoulders were also touching Megumi’s smaller ones. Toji easily grips him from running away by putting an arm around his smaller frame.

For a moment, Megumi was thankful it was dark. Otherwise, he would have a hard time explaining why his face feels hot from being touched by his own father.

“That’s correct, dad.”, Megumi croaks. His voice sounded too breathy. God, he hoped he didn’t sound too pathetic.

“Congrats. I’m proud of you.”, Toji confidently utters. He ruffles Megumi’s raven hair and Megumi almost laughs at it again.

Who the fuck congratulate another person on their birthday?

“Dad. It’s supposed to be ‘happy birthday’...”, Megumi sheepishly replied. Hints of amusement were evident in his voice and Toji squeezed him into his arms more.

“What’s not to congratulate? You survived. You’re here with me. I couldn’t be any prouder than this.”

That made Megumi’s heart skip a beat. Toji had muttered those words with ease, genuine and true. An explicable wave of emotion began to crash into Megumi and he did the only thing he knew.

His arms loop around Toji’s in an instant, enveloping the larger man in his tiny embrace. Toji’s heart flutters at that and he pulls Megumi closer. Like this, they could feel each other’s heartbeat, skin to skin.

The shirts Toji usually wears were tight and thin. Megumi could almost feel the sculpt of Toji’s hard chest, his nipples and the flexing muscles underneath it all.

He should be crying!!! Why is he excited all of a sudden? 

He was afraid if he hugs any longer, his own dad could somehow telepathically divulge into his thoughts and he immediately removes himself with a cough.

“Thanks, dad. I’m happy I get to spend it with you. I”, he paused.

Fuck it. It’s dark anyways. He won’t see my face.

“I love you too.”

They were silent once again. Neither of them moved from the comforting skinships right now, so they continued on like that. Megumi should receive a Nobel’s prize for keeping a poker face right now.

He appears to be unaffected by the situations but only time can tell where he would eventually melt from excessive joy. Hanging out with Toji is the best thing that could ever happen throughout his 21 years of life and he couldn’t ask for more.

Toji coughs again, easing the tension. “Have you played drinking games?”

Megumi tried to not shiver while hearing Toji’s husky voice.

“A few times in college. I don’t really like it.”

Toji then grabs the two cans of beer earlier and shoves one to Megumi’s.

“Since we don’t have anything to do anyway, let’s play this. Drink if it’s a no to the statement.”

Megumi wants to appear cool in front of his dad like a boy wants to appear sexy in front of their crushes. So, he relents.

Megumi was familiar with this game and so he nodded. Twisting the lid open and hearing the sloshes of the drink, Toji clears his throat.

“I had slept with someone before.”

“Oh my god dad.”, Megumi groans and Toji immediately falls into a fit of laughter. Megumi bitterly sips the alcohol with vigor and returns to the game.

Is this even a normal conversation between a father and a son? God help him. However, it’s not a secret after all with the way Gojo and Nobara were constantly yapping about Megumi’s ‘forever alone’ attitude each time they visited.

‘Toji-san!!! Have you heard? Megumi actually rejected a girl’s confession thrice this month! Imagine. T H R I C E.”, Nobara loudly exclaims, even adding a bit of whine towards the end.

Gojo, being the insufferable bastard he is, exaggerates by saying Megumi scowled at couples on campus because of how lonely Megumi was.

Toji was close to the two and certain secrets that Megumi wanted to keep end up getting spilled in one way or another. So, this is nothing.

Deciding to get back to Toji, Megumi carefully chooses his words.

“I had never peed in a pool before.”

Toji’s lips twitch in annoyance. He then downs the drink and Megumi gives him a grossed out look. “Eugh... public swimming pools are the worst.”

“Yeah? You liked going there when you were younger though.”

“Different topic. Next.”

“I have kissed someone before.”

Megumi raised one eyebrow at Toji.

“Why are you interested in my love life, dad?”

He had meant it as a joke but Toji only barks a laugh. Then, Megumi silently brought the drink to his lips. Toji gasps as if he was witnessing the downfall of a civilization.

“NOT EVEN A KISS?”

Megumi was embarrassed. Toji puts down his drink and turns his attention fully towards his son. He can’t believe no one kissed him yet?! Megumi is pretty, so fucking pretty and no one ever kissed him?

“Ugh I hate this game. Let’s stop playing.”

The atmosphere turned tense and awkward. The two didn’t know how to alleviate it either and Megumi immediately sauntered to his room.

Before Megumi could reach for the doorknob, he was spun around by Toji and caged against the wall.

“Come on, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel hurt. It’s your birthday and I ruined it. I’m sorry.”, Toji sounded apologetic. There was a hint of hurt in his voice as he begged for forgiveness.

Megumi’s knees buckled. It was dim. The only source of light not even reaching from where they stood against the wall, and everything felt so vivid. The close proximity of their bodies caused their scent to mingle, swirling and causing Megumi to hold his breath.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind it.”

Toji didn’t move. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to word the right response. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, angel. Just know that being a virgin doesn’t make you any worthless in my eyes.”

Megumi sniffled and Toji was glued where he stood.

“Oh shit shit Megumi I’m sorry I-”. Toji starts to panic and crouches down until he is eye level towards Megumi, his larger hands holding his son’s facing shoulders to soothe him. Before Toji could assess the situation, soft lips were already attached to his.

Toji was silent when Megumi surges into a kiss. His soft lips parted to capture Toji’s one. The hands that were gripping at Megumi’s shoulders were painful, showing how Toji’s willpower was crumbling too.

Toji tasted sweet. There was a taste of the sweet sauce and beer left on his lips and Megumi sucked on it. His fists curled into Toji’s chest when Toji angles his head to allow Megumi more access.

“Wait wait wait darling we’re not supposed to- ”, Toji was cut off again when Megumi looked at him with those expressions. Megumi’s eyes were glazed, staring deep into Toji’s as if he’s about to cry.

It’s worse when Toji’s dick twitches in interest. The thought of Megumi crying underneath him turns him on more than anything else. Before continuing his ministrations, Toji lets out a sigh and cups Megumi’s face.

Megumi leans in to the touch, as if a cat purring to its owner and the sight was just too much for Toji to handle. Toji cussed quietly and pressed a gentle kiss atop Megumi’s temple and then he smoothly lifted Megumi to the room.

Megumi was starry-eyed. When he was gently laid down on the silk sheets, Toji began to undress. After all, their pressed bodies had started to sweat and a fleeting thought passed through Megumi.

He claws Toji’s biceps weakly, tucking his face between Toji’s neck. Toji could feel a tickling breath from where Megumi breathed and without a warning, Megumi licked a long stripe against Toji’s hard pectorals, tasting the sweat on his skin.

Megumi is curious. His eyes flitted towards Toji’s darker ones with a mirth of excitement and innocence.

“Your body looks really nice”, he whispers. Toji burrows into Megumi and begins kissing him breathless. Megumi was whimpering from the sensations overload.

Their feets were tangled and Toji’s rough fingers were caressing him on his back, his hips and his thighs. Soon, Megumi slips off from his trousers and spreads his legs open.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby. You’re so perfect like this.”, Toji breathed against his ears. Licking the shells so eagerly, Toji then turns Megumi onto his stomach, baring his ass in view.

“I always loved dessert.”, Toji starts biting down Megumi’s pale cheeks. Spreading him wide apart until his twitching hole was in view. Megumi’s face was buried into the sheets, moaning wantonly from each touch.

“Come on sweetheart. Tell daddy whose dessert it is.”

Megumi moans. It’s insane how good Toji was in dirty talks. It’s either Toji is experienced and Megumi is head over heels for him or both.

Megumi reaches back weakly, pulling his cheeks apart and stares into Toji’s darker eyes. “It’s all for you daddy.”, he then shakes his ass teasingly.

Toji smirks at that and he shoves a finger into Megumi’s slackened ones. The younger one naturally sucks into the thick digits, slobbering his spit everywhere before Toji brought it back again to his ass and shoved it with the same vigor.

Megumi felt full. His hip couldn’t stay still from the weird sensation but soon enough, Toji started to move his fingers within slowly and it caused Megumi to shift from discomfort to bliss real quick. Before he knew it, he was swallowing Toji’s fingers and demanding more.

Being the virgin he was, he starts to wonder if he should be doing something for his partner too. His hands searched for a purchase against Toji’s strong thighs, drawing lazy circles around Toji’s crotch and Toji seemed to get the message.

Toji lazily piles up a pillow against the headboard and leans on his back, his strong hands then pulls Megumi’s hips into his face. Megumi yelped from the sudden position change and now he was face to face with Toji’s hard cock.

Megumi rubs it just hard enough to cause Toji to hiss. He mouths the erection and Megumi could almost come just from sucking Toji into his mouth. Mustering enough courage, he flicks his wrist and coaxes Toji’s length into full hardness.

Megumi’s mouth waters at the sight and he sucks the crown of the head, earning him an approving sigh below. His wet tongue drags along the veiny length, eyes crossed at how stimulating they looked like right now. He slaps his own face with the cock, slobbering precum on his cheeks and flushed face before taking it again into his mouth. This time, Megumi’s head moves into a rhythm and his mouth opens wider to accommodate the huge girth. There were slick sounds produced from the movement and it only made Megumi even more hornier.

“How are you so good at this? You fucking cock whore.”, Toji thrust into the warm mouth. Megumi almost choked and his hole clenched, Toji took it as an opportunity to curl his finger within, making Megumi arch his back in pleasure.

“Turn around.”, Toji orders. He guides Megumi gently on his lap. Their cocks brushed each other and Megumi was dazed from the sight. Toji smeared lubes all over his cock and threw the empty bottle on the floor without care. Megumi pants hard and when Toji finally drives into him, Megumi’s eyes were almost rolled towards the back.

His chest was pushed against Toji’s face and Toji started to suckle on them. Clouded with pleasure, Megumi rocks into Toji sensuously. This spurs Toji further and he bites into Megumi’s perked nipples, his hips moving on its own until Megumi was crying from the overwhelming pleasure.

Toji swiftly flipped Megumi onto his back, and now Megumi was laying down against the soft pillows. The older man coos as if to soothe Megumi to come down, to tell him it was okay. Whether Megumi was crying in pain or pleasure, Toji showers him wth kisses and words of assurance.

Toji hooks his own hands under Megumi’s knees and presses it until Megumi was almost folded in half, Megumi choked a moan from the highly lewd position and then Toji’s speed increases. His hard cock steadily hits at all the right places and makes both of them moan long and hard.

The grip against Toji’s shoulder turned into a clutch when Megumi was close. There were crescent indents imprinted against Toji’s flushed skin and the pain only heightened Toji’s pleasure and his thrusts turned sloppier.

A steady stream of ah ah ah was all that Megumi managed and then he stills. He sobs until his eye sockets going half a circle when Toji nutted inside him. Toji’s hands were all over him, pulling his hair until his scalp hurts, biting his skin until it left purple bruises, and kissing his swollen lips red.

Before Megumi completely passes out, he remembers Toji’s hand caressing him and a kiss was pressed on the crown of his head.

“Happy birthday, my blessing.”