silentgame | open post // overflows // starters // rp with me

[ from here. ]

bring some meat.

Just meat?

you can get other stuff

honestly idgaf i just wanna go there for one thing but i'll never turn down meat

You're the worst, you know that?

[ Ever the sweet-talker, eh? Even though Toji's made it clear he dgaf about the food, Megumi still grabs a bento and meat skewers for the man, and a couple of onigiri for himself, eating them on the way over.

He half expects someone else to be there when he arrives. Wouldn't exactly put it past Toji to laugh and send the idiot little boy to his room while he 'entertains'. But there's no one there, and the little cactus relaxes a little. ]

You're really alone?

[ he wouldn't be against or even fazed if megumi had walked in on him while he was with someone else, but he wasn't lying about having no plans anymore. he laughs at the question, closing the door behind megumi as he scoffs. ]

Disappointed? Wanted to see your old man's moves?

No, not disappointed, just surprised, I guess.

[ There is a lot of uncertainty and insecurity on Megumi's side when it comes to Toji. Not enough to make him anxious but enough to keep him on his toes, enough to keep him from making any kind of demand of his father-thing. That voice message had been a spur of the moment kind of thing and will probably disappear in the following days. But for now he can ride on that courage a little longer.]

Weren't you going to show me your moves? I brought you dinner and everything.

[ oh that message has been saved forever, don't worry.

he reaches to take the bento box from him, bringing it to his nose to see if he could smell through it, then smiles, pleased. ]

You're a good kid. You'll make a fine wife one day. Maybe I should keep you here forever so you won't get married to someone else.

[ Anyone else telling him he's a good kid would get a grump snort from Megumi, but Toji's words make something curl hot and tight in his stomach. He can feel his face heat up when Toji continues even though he knows it's just a joke. ]

I'm nobody's wife. Just ... eat your food, old man.

[ he walks to his couch and plops down, snorting. ]

You poisoned me or something?

[ he says, but he still opens the box, taking out the chopsticks and immediately begins to eat. mmm. not bad. but he won't praise him yet. ]

What the...

[ Why would he? Even if he wanted to, how would he accomplish that? As far as Megumi's concerned, his father is unkillable and immortal. ]

I'm gonna take a shower. Don't choke on the rice or something.

[ He makes it quick, just washing off a busy day's residues. When he emerges again, he's wearing one of his father's old t-shirts that reach down to mid-thigh, hair still damp but already trying to stick up again. Grabbing some cold tea from the kitchen, he settles down next to Toji, handing him one of the bottles before opening his own. ]

Can I have the radish?

[ while megumi showered, toji was scarfing up the rest of the meal. he's done fairly quick, but did leave a few bites untouched - lucky for megumi, some radish survived, too.

when he comes out in the shirt, with his hair down, fresh, he can't help but think of him as one of the girls that visits him on occasion, except this was different. megumi was easy to tease, and part of him knows he should feel guilty, but... knowing how he should feel doesn't mean that's how he feels at all.

he shoves the leftovers to him and trades it for the cold tea, opening it and taking a big gulp. when he pulls away from it, he reaches a hand towards the hem of the shirt, lifting it up slightly. ]

You wearin' anything underneath?

[ He doesn't bother with the chopsticks, just pinches the radish between his fingers and eats them that way. Gaze fluttering sideways at Toji, Megumi shifts in his seat. ]

Check for yourself.

[ Toji will catch sight of a pair of pale blue frilly panties, not exactly the kind boys usually wear but Megumi's taken a liking to them after trying on a pair that his dad's flavour of the week left behind. These are his own. ]

[ his eyes grow wide when he takes a look at what he's wearing. he thought he'd be naked but this was somehow so much better. he grins to himself, tossing the empty tea bottle somewhere behind him, reaching with his palm over megumi's thigh to thumb at the hem of the panties. ]

Shit, kid. You're kind of a little slut, aren't you? Did you bring these just for me?

[ Toji's palm, large and warm on his thigh, has excitement spark low in his belly. Trying to play it cool, as cool as he can with a blush rising at his dad's words, Megumi finishes the radish before lifting his leg to drape it over Toji's lap, giving him an even better view with his legs splayed wide. ]

You said you liked it slutty.

[ He watches Toji with hooded eyes, an almost smile on his lips when he licks his fingers clean. ]

Of course they're for you, Daddy. There's no one else.

[ he shifts a little to reach the front of his panties with his palm, massaging him over the thin fabric up and down while using his own free hand to squeeze his own cock through his loose pants, huffing a grin. ]

Haha. Good girl. You sure know how to give your old man a boner.

[ he leans in a little closer, lowering his voice. ]

Are you gonna let me fuck that throat of yours first? No one knows how to suck daddy off like you.

[ Eyes falling shut at Toji's touch, he can't help but rub up against the palm on his cock. Nothing gets him hard like his father's touch and the filth he says to him. He shouldn't enjoy this so much, shouldn't want this so much, not from this man, but there's no one else.

Toji is at the centre of everything and so close, the velvet soft voice making Megumi whimper and twitch in his panties. ]

Yes, please, Daddy.

[ A needy little moan before his eyes flutter open again, pupils blown wide with arousal, something greedy behind them. Pushing into Toji's palm one last time, he slides off the couch to kneel between his daddy's legs and pulls the shirt off, leaving him in just the frilly panties. He places his hands on Toji's thighs and mouths at his crotch through the fabric. ]

Put it in my mouth and fuck my throat please. I love your cock in my mouth.

[ it's always so gratifying when he gets to be as big a jerk as he wants to be and still get his way. megumi was perfect for that and never disappointed. if toji asked him to humiliate himself for his pleasure, he simply did it with no question as long as he got to spend time with daddy, looks like.

he smirks when the shirt comes off, rubbing himself over the fabric of his pants while megumi slides between his legs. by the time he's begging for his dick with his hot breath against his crotch, toji’s cock was already throbbing in his pants. he pulls it out easily, seeing as he wasn't wearing any underwear, and it's as thick as ever, leaking a few drops of precum from the tip already. ]

Hn. You beg so nicely, you'd think you're my personal whore.

[ he slaps his cock softly against megumi's face a few times, huffing a laugh. ]

you gotta kiss it with lots of tongue first, then I'll reward you.

I am.

[ There are probably (definitely) other ways to catch and hold Toji's attention but this the only one Megumi knows will work. And he knows he shouldn't enjoy it so much when Toji is mean and degrading, but when has the boy ever given a shit about convention and what other people think?]

I'm yours always.

[ He grows painfully hard, leaking into his panties, when Toji slaps him with his cock, leaving trails of precum on his face. Obedient as ever, he leans in to press soft open mouthed kisses along the side, following each kiss with a flick of his tongue. When he reaches the tip, he drags the flat of his tongue across the slit, lapping up the pre and moaning softly at the taste.

As much as he wants to just suck it into his mouth, he trails more kisses over Toji's thick length, this time with more tongue, getting his daddy's cock spit-slick. One of his hands drop from Toji's thigh to palm himself through his damp panties. ]

Dad, daddy, please, please, can I have more?

[ it's every scumbag's fantasy to have a personal whore, but not everyone has the joy to actually have one so willingly, and so eager to please, too. his cock hardens with every lick and kiss, muttering under his breath when he laps at the wet slit on the tip. ]

Hn. You did a good job, kid. I think you earned it. Open up and take me deep: I want to use your mouth a little.

[ he's not even going to hide that using his son as a sex toy is the ultimate turn-on. if anything, humiliating him like this was part of it, although megumi seems to enjoy it which makes this so much easier. ]

[ He whimpers softly, face growing hot at the praise. He wants to be good for Toji, whatever 'good' may mean, wants to please this man so much that Toji won't want those other girls anymore. ]

Thank you, Daddy-

[ Leaning forward he wraps his lips around the tip and sinks down immediately as far as he can, tongue swirling and sucking gently. He loves this, being on his knees, mouth stuffed full of Toji's cock, fat and hard. Toji can be as mean as he wants and Megumi will still want this, wants to feel that heavy hand in his hair, dragging him up and down, using his mouth, wants his throat fucked until he chokes and feel hoarse and sore after he's done.

Bobbing his head up and down, he grips Toji's thigh, as he tries to sink deeper every time, and moans softly at the taste of precum spreading across his tongue. ]

[ From here. ]

[ By the time they meet up and head to the gyoza place, Megumi's irritation has almost completely worn off, and he almost apologises for making Nanami come out again just because he's felt... childish. He should really work on getting a better grip on his emotions, be more calm and collected like Nanami. Getting riled up so easily could prove detrimental in a battle. Besides, considering the company he keeps, it'll be bad for his health too.

The food arrives and the boy automatically puts a few gyoza on Nanami's plate before picking up a few for himself. ]

Ino-san was telling everyone about your recent mission. You work together a lot, don't you?

[ Even if Megumi has had time to get past the annoyance, he still needs to know that there are other people, adults, that he can turn to without being embarrassed. Gojo does what he can, but at the end of the day, Gojo will be Gojo. When he's the source of frustration (which he often is), then someone should still be around to offer a supportive presence. Gojo had said as much himself.

And Megumi is a good kid. He needs the reminder when his guardian gets too wound up in everything else. Nanami huffs softly as Megumi proves him right immediately when they're served. If there's a hint of a smile, well, he doesn't hide that either. ]

Mm. Ino-kun is a trustworthy sorcerer.

[ Rare among them in Nanami's opinion. People he can actually rely on are more important than people who are powerful. Ino is a good person with the instinct to protect others. ]

He still has learning to do, but he handles his technique well. He takes missions seriously.

[ Unlike some! And that isn't indicating Gojo either. There are some glory hounds and sorcerers who only care about their own gain who use missions as promotion. Before Megumi can finish his last gyouza, Nanami puts a few more on his plate. ]

But he'll probably never match some of you in terms of strength. I need you to look out for each other.

[ The boy coughs up his first flower when he's three or four. A perfectly shaped lotus, green like his eyes, sitting in the palm of his small hand. Over the years, the boy continues to produce flowers and flower parts.

(It stops the day his father dies unbeknownst to his son.)

When he's twelve it starts again. This time it's handfuls of nemophilia, tiny and vibrant blue. Shortly after, chrysanthemums join them. Megumi is in denial about it, pushing the adults away, his sister. None of this means anything and he doesn't get his hopes up that he'll be cured.

His own parents didn't want him, after all. Hoping to be loved by strangers despite his own feelings would be foolish.

Then pink flowers join the fray and he allows himself to be foolish for a little while until he sees the way Itadori looks at Nanami. Oh. Makes sense, of course.

So the boy locks up his foolish heart again, ignores the scratch and suffocating feeling he gets when he's around the people who mean the most to him, and carries on as if nothing's wrong. The flowers? They're flushed down the toilet or hidden in the trash.

He tells himself to get over it. All of it. There's no hope and nothing good will come of it. Pushing through like a good little soldier until he ends up passed out in the shower after a mission, petals crushed in his palm, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. ]

[ He gives a small nod of thanks for the food, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks caused by Nanami's consideration. Part of him wants to spend more time with Nanami who always finds small ways to make him feel at ease. But Nanami works so hard all day, every day, that Megumi doesn't want to burden him.

Even though he's selfishly glad that his text went to the wrong person, he does feel a little guilty for taking up the other man's time. Again. It seems to happen a lot lately, or maybe they just see more of each other because Nanami-san is mentoring Itadori. Megumi isn't complaining but he can't deny that it does make him feel greedy on days he doesn't see Nanami. ]

Isn't Ino-san due to be promoted to Grade One? It feels strange to be ranked on the same level as him...

[ These quiet moments are an escape. Little breaks from the constant struggle of routine and danger that come whenever they don't have missions or drama to worry about. Sometimes he does make time for himself, but even Nanami can appreciate sharing his space with people he cares about. He might argue with and complain about Gojo, but he always comes back. And when it comes to the kids, sharing meals like this is relaxing. It gives Nanami a sense of connection he usually misses out on.

He puts a few more gyouza on Megumi's plate, letting the calm atmosphere soak into his bones. It's nice, getting to sit like this, even if they had to meet because of awkward circumstances. At least Megumi looks happier. It's almost enough to get Nanami to smile. ]

Why do you think that? Ino-kun is a talented sorcerer and so are you. He's working on achieving Grade One, but there's no rush to achieve a higher rank. Just do what you can and you'll get there.

[ Like Itadori, Megumi seems to constantly worry about how fast he's progressing. While Nanami admires their spirit, he doesn't want the kids to end up more hurt by trying to rush into harder and harder missions. That had been their mistake when he was younger, always believing that the fastest time was better success. They had all done too much without realizing how much they were sacrificing along the way.

And then it was too late to go back. ]

You are strong. Once you master your technique, we'll rely on you.

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