For Fucks Sake, Put Your Flesh Chandelier Away For Five Seconds [CWs: Lobotomy, Cannibalism, Outdated Medical Practices]

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh, that was a nice sound. He'd always loved hearing his prey whimpering, and when the boy gave it to him, he almost moaned with excitement. The kid was perfect, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into whatever part of him had the most meat... Fuck, that was going to be heavenly, wasn't it? Then Megumi was making a statement that caught the cannibal off guard long enough for a brief flicker of shock to cross his features before easily being replaced. His smirk was knowing, dark, as his eyes traced over the boy openly, checking him out and making it known. "Cute. Maybe I will, then, doll." He was absolutely going to bite him, more than happy to take advantage of the 1907 (with Reddit) time period and his blatant lack of supervision.

The blushing was cute as well, a nice break from the bitch in heat parading shitty perfume through the corridor with a repulsiveness Sukuna rarely saw. He took note of the interaction, though, brow arched slightly as he looked between the two. There was tension, of some sort, and he was fully intending to use that to further manipulate the boy so easily lured into his grasp.

So, once in the room, seated with intentions he thought were clear, the man looked up at the other's confusion, using every ounce of willpower inside him to not degrade him for the question. Instead, he smiled in what was likely supposed to be a sweet, reassuring way, but his sharp teeth and general... facial structure didn't really provide that. "Wherever you'd like, I suppose. My apologies if I'm not the best with hosting, but it has been quite some time since I've had anyone other than my brother visit."

He wouldn't outright instruct the other to take up his lap, but he would twist things to get what he wanted. "Although, I must admit, I do have questions about what else you wouldn't mind me doing. Perhaps you could give me some examples of how I can make your trip here worth it?" Something something something, 'I'm a visual learner' joke here.

[DirtyDeku]

Satoru's cock twitches at being exposed to cool air, but he doesn't stir from his unconsciousness. Even with the two of them going back and forth, he's blissfully unaware of anything happening. Er... Blissfully? Maybe just unaware worked better, considering he'd be more than happy to go at Tsumiki like a dog in rut.

-

Tsumiki openly rolls her eyes at Toji for saying something like that about her mother, probably because she knew it was true. Anybody would be turned into an insatiable whore around Toji, it was just a fact. Her mother, herself, probably the freak on the bed in front of her-- he was infuriatingly attractive. They were two of a kind, insanely attractive but had awful personalities. She'd grown up loving to be around Toji and wanting every bit of his attention, which wasn't too unusual-- most little girls have some sort of infatuation with their fathers growing up. Hell, she'd loved being around Megumi for a while too, sneaking into his bedroom so that they could inspect eachother and compare anatomy in hushed tones. They hadn't been the healthiest family, but at least they all seemed happy. Her mother's sudden death tore that away from all of them, though, and each of them had coped in whatever way they could.

"You want me to do what?" She stares in disbelief for a moment before looking back down at Satoru's... situation. It was tempting, sure, but could he even get it up? She huffs, dropping her bag and once again reaching out. Her fingers smooth over Satoru's pubic mound, tentatively dance over his pathetic little cock. Sure enough, it twitches and stiffens in interest, and she swears Satoru makes a little noise. Gross. "It's small... I might as well be having sex with a girl."

She's done that too, at least once, but decided very quickly that it was a competition thing that had stopped her before. She was the pretty one, period. But now she's proving herself to be quite the pervert despite her verbal disinterest, stroking Satoru with two fingers until he's leaking clear fluid from his cock, his cunt glistening slightly as well. She pulls her hand away to pull her panties down under her skirt, lifting each foot and working them out of the leg holes before thrusting her underwear at Toji to hold. Who knows what's been on this floor?

...Who knows where Satoru's cock has been, is a better question.

But she's already decided she's interested enough and climbs up onto the bed, straddling the other teen, lifting her skirt with one hand and reaching down to push Satoru's cock into her pussy. It's still too small to really give her much internal stimulation, but she still rocks her hips against him, palming at his chest through his shirt as he occasionally whimpers or has a change in expression. "Mmnh-- pretty much exactly like a girl."

[CRYBABY]

Toji grinned, letting a small chuckle out at his daughters insults to the unconscious pervert. "Real small. Nothing like daddys, huh?" He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her tease the other's cock. It was small, embarrassingly so if Satoru even cared about that, he probably didn't give a fuck if the people he propositioned liked dick or pussy 'cause he had both which usually garnered him attention real fast. Toji certainly didn't care, it wasn't like the fact that Satoru having a pussy made having sex with a guy a lot more acceptable in his fucked up rationale for Not Being Gay.

With Tsumiki's worn panties being thrust at him he gladly uncrossed his arms to grab them, he held them in his hand enjoying the warmth they radiated from being recently discarded. Holding her delicate lace underwear reminded him of the first time he bought his little girl lingerie, she was 12 years old and had been begging Toji to take her to the mall so she could pick out something nice. He had obliged in the end, of course, on the condition that she wore it for him first.

Toji's eyes were fixated on Tsumiki as she rocked her hips against Satoru trying to find some sort of stimulation for herself. She looked heavenly atop another man, but only because Toji said so, had he walked in on her fucking some guy in her room that would be a different story. "Good girl," he praised, placing his hand on the back of her neck and turning her head to meet his scarred lips for a kiss.

Suddenly Megumi felt really stupid, it was obvious what the man wanted, he wouldn't have purposefully taken up the entire bed for nothing and yet even with his knowing the boy was still hesitant. He had zero experience with romance, dating, sex, whatever the fuck was happening here, but decided that he was already in this situation he might as well go through with it. Plus, the muzzled man made him feel safe and warm in all the best places.

At first Megumi sat on the other's lap with his back against his chest, facing the empty wall. That didn't make sense at all, how could they have a conversation if they weren't facing each other? His stomach fluttered with their closeness as he turned his head to look Sukuna in the eyes. "You have a brother? That's nice of him to come visit." Megumi wondered if Tsumiki would visit him if he ever got locked up in a place like this. He was doubtful though considering she never visited him in the hospital after his suicide attempt nor did she bother visiting him when he was in rehab or the inpatient program. Maybe she didn't like him after all.

Very shortly after inquiring about the man's brother Megumi got a burst of confidence realizing that his current position was just awkward for a conversation, he got up and turned around, straddling the man's hips so they could be face to face. This was a lot better even if it had Megumi's stomach in knots and his arm pits beginning to sweat. This man was so attractive, so handsome, so sexy, Megumi almost couldn't handle it, and it showed in the half bulge in his pants. Okay, so maybe facing the guy was the Worst decision with what came out of his mouth next. Megumi flushed, turning his head to the side his eyes meeting the floor.

When their eyes met again the teen took one of the cannibals free hands and pressed it against his small frame chest. "I've never been touched before." he admitted.

[cynnabnnuy]

While fear was something that left him nearly crippled, he hadn't heard the lumbering man who'd taken Satoru exit his room, and he got curious. Sure, it might kill the cat, but he was just a boy! A teenage boy who wondered if asylums would be anything like the porn he'd seen taking place in medical offices. It couldn't be, right? Like... there was no way, it'd have to be some kind of violation, right?

Wrapping his arms around himself, Yuta moved out of his room slowly, cautious as he stalked the halls like a mouse trying not to be smanched by a cat. A relatively successful venture, one he then got less cautious with as he started peeking in the rooms. Well- he had been peeking until he heard the sound of a conversation, and like a moth to a flame, a freshman to a boob, he followed. He missed most of the conversation, but when he reached the door and looked in on the trio, he did hear the comment on his relative's size. Ouch... Whoever said that sounded cold...

His view was blocked by the large man's frame, although only slightly. The girl was so pretty... He had to hold back a gasp as she started taking her underwear off too, dark blue eyes wide as he stood frozen in place. It was probably not what he should be watching in on, truthfully, but... when the girl moved to get on top of the white-haired teen, he was stuck. Left dumbfounded and more than a little interested, he flustered, breathing heavily as he tried to get it back under control. He could only see part of her now, but it was enough to vaguely know what was happening. She was having sex with him- with the staff watching, and it seemed like at least three of the four were enjoying it. Still, it was wrong! He knew it wasn't right, but all he could do was bite his lip when he whimpered and keep his thighs pressed together as he throbbed between them.

Then the man was talking- calling himself daddy as he watched her with her underwear in hand, and Yuta didn't think he could be hornier. God- he deserved to be here, didn't he? His head was spinning with thoughts of being... well, any of the four parties, and watching on in horrified arousal, he had to keep himself from making noise when the two kissed. How did he do that, one might ask? He brought a hand to his mouth, biting at his finger to stay quiet as he squirmed.



The teen was so good, and he didn't even know the name of the man whose lap he occupied. It was cute how desperate he was, clearly not used to anything Sukuna was providing him in any sense. But, with the boy sitting against him, the man let him go at his own pace, even though it pissed him off. He needed something to hunt, even if it was easy prey.
Still, leaning in to take a quiet inhale of the sweaty scent the other provided, he hummed as the other turned his head, meeting dark eyes as he nodded. "We've been close since we were young, perhaps you'll meet him someday." Voice low and uncharacteristically soft, the man hummed at the thought, an odd variant of a smile pulling at his lips before the boy stood.

Darkened eyes followed him with momentary irritation, his left eyelid twitching before he grinned at the way the other straddled his lap. He could practically smell him starting to sweat more, licking at his lips before catching the bottom one between his teeth. Thankful he'd brushed his teeth after purging his pills earlier that day, he leaned closer as the boy's attention moved away from him, his head tilting. It was a sickening display of feigned innocence to anyone who knew him and what he did, but it worked on Yuji, so he used that, assuming the boy on his lap would find something good in the action.

He hummed as Megumi moved his hand, though, his eyes widened for a moment before he held the thin chest gently. "I suppose I should be honored to make that statement false then, hm?" Cooing at the other, he shifted his hand like he was gripping a tit, thumb running along where he assumed the other's nipple might be as he looked over him. "Tell me your name, pet." What should have been a question was given as a demand, the cannibal watching his target with keen eyes as he squeezed his chest carefully, banking on the half-chub being an indicator that the other would be interested in getting off. "You may call me Sukuna, although I can't say I'd be bothered if something other than a name slipped out." As jealous as he was, he'd likely bite the boy in unsavory places if he heard another person's name, but that was a warning for later.

[DirtyDeku]

"...N-Nothing like Daddy's," She admits, proving that she can be something besides a bitch. She could have more warm traits, would probably make an okay mother one day, but the teenaged years are for being a dumbass. Not to mention she wasn't exactly surrounded by healthy-minded people, especially not now. She didn't know what Satoru's problem was, but she knew he was better off being quiet and obedient. He'd definitely have that stupid look on his face if he was awake, the one he made every time he got something he wanted. Stupid, lazy, hedonistic, had crazy fast metabolism-- that's for girls, jackass.

She works herself into a steady pace, sucking in a small gasp when Satoru is fully erect and just barely manages to hit her g-spot. Whoops, spoke too soon. She digs her nails into his stomach, reaches forward and holds him by the chin, pinching his cheeks, turns his head this way and that way, peeks under one of his eyelids. Her hips stutter when she sees his brilliant blue iris, quivering under his eyelids, wonders what his brain is supplying to him to make his eyes follow rapid eye movement. She doubts he's seeing a girl as pretty as her rutting on top of him like she's in heat. "Ugh, freaky..."

She drinks in Toji's praise readily, leaning into the kiss and smearing sticky gloss over his lips in return. Whimpering and moaning into his mouth, her hips picking up and stuttering in pace. She's reminded of practicing how to kiss with Megumi when they were younger, how she would always tuck a pillow between her legs and rut into it, emulated sex the best they could, their bodies too small to properly match and lock up. Too young to worry about pregnancy, too young to know they'd drift apart so cruelly, too young to understand why they felt so good when they ground their private parts together night after night. Thinking about it makes her body stiffen, mouth falling open and eyebrows drawing together as she cums.

She's graceful, mewls and whimpers leaving her as her hips slowly rock back and forth, eyes closed. Long eyelashes against her cheek, lips swollen and reddened further than her lipgloss already made them, one hand curled into the fabric of her skirt. It's only after she's ridden the high as far as she could that she opens her eyes, sees who she assumes is Megumi in the doorway, her head snapping in that direction to stare. The flash of anger disappears from her face quickly once she realizes this peeping tom is not actually her step-brother, but instead someone else.

"What, are you horny too?" She huffs, flipping the back of her skirt up to show off her ass to the peeping Yuta. She was teasing him, sure, but... when in Rome. Might as well, right? He's already been caught. "Don't even think about running away, weirdo. Come show me what you're working with, since you think you're allowed to watch without asking."

[DirtyDeku]

A memory of the good times.

He'd managed to bother the shit out of the staff enough that they'd given in and taken all of the willing patients out to the beach in the middle of summer. Satoru had been issued a pair of cheesy sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes, something he and Suguru had joked back and forth about the entire day alongside typical teenaged boy activities. Finding a sea cucumber, flinging it at Suguru when he had his back turned. Daring eachother to go deeper and deeper, freaking out upon being brushed up against by some seaweed, running back to shore with amused and frightened yells. Clumsily building sand castles, ending up with sand in places they didn't expect, digging up little crabs and getting pinched.

Splashing eachother, enjoying popsicles for the first time in God knows how long-- cherry for Suguru and blue raspberry for Satoru, kissing until their mouths were purple, crawling ontop of eachother and playfully wrestling as they laid on a towel, avoiding the beating sun underneath an umbrella. Going 'home' sunburned and wore out, falling asleep leaning on one another in the back of the van.

Suguru calling after him every morning so that he could rub cold aloe vera gel on his sunburn, Satoru returning the favor. Looking in the mirror and bursting into laughter at the outline of the sunglasses he'd worn, laughing themselves to tears, swearing that they must have been born to be together because no one else would see that sort of thing and fall deeply in love.

"My one and only," Suguru had crooned, pressing their lips together until Toji swung the bathroom door open to get onto them for staying out of sight for so long.

Trying to keep their hands to themselves, failing, sliding sticky cold gel-covered limbs against one another, Suguru snickering to himself about being able to see Satoru's nipples through the white t-shirt he'd been wearing. It was passionate, sure, but they were devoted to one another in a way that Satoru has never replicated since.

Satoru smiles ever so slightly in his unconscious state, lucky that this particular memory hasn't yet been tainted by Kenjaku. Murmurs something along the lines of love you, his fingers curling into his own shirt as though he was holding his beloved.

In his dreams, he always holds Suguru tighter.

He's yet to hold him tightly enough to make him stay.

[CRYBABY]

Toji smiled with way too many teeth as he proved once again that he was the only one who could tame his brat of a daughter. Deep down in her core she was sweet, something only Toji knew considering he had been the only one old enough to remember what she was like before puberty ruined her. Now she spent all of her energy back talking him and riding dick, not that he'd complain to much. The Fushigurou's had an interesting dynamic but they were family, after all, and Toji... loved? liked? tolerated? his kids. Love for Tsumiki, disgust for Megumi. Facebook relationship status: complicated. He couldn't blame the teenage girl for how she acted though, she was young and rightfully taking every advantage of being beautiful and flawless. Admittedly, if he looked like her he'd be on some rich guys yacht rather than working in a place like this.

With his baby girl's panties in hand and his cock growing with every sweet sound she spewed, Toji watched as she found a steady pace, fucking herself on that human dildo well enough to get herself to cum. Impressive. Guess Satoru can be used as more than just a hole after all. "God you look so pretty when you cum, princess. I'll never get tired of seeing' it." The taste of cherry lipgloss lingered, Toji licked his lips as he turned his attention to whomever Tsumiki was addressing. In the doorway stood a frail frame that could easily be mistaken for Megumi but luckily wasn't. There's no telling what Toji would've done had he seen his second child in this rotten place. Instead, there stood the pitiful mouse he had 'saved' from the horny cat just moments before. Eyes widening in surprise for only a moment before turning dark and calculating. "Quit standing there with y'er dick in your hand, faggot. She's waiting."

There was no way this kid knew how to fuck, especially not in the ass, so before he tore cute, little Tsumiki's hole a new one Toji spit on his middle finger and circled her rim. "Don't hurt her or you'll wish you stayed crying under your bedsheets."

Megumi's chest tightened at the mention of Sukuna being close with his brother. It was undeniably sweet in a way that the teen would never experience himself. Although he was close with Tsumiki when they were young, shortly after their mother's death she became more interested in spending time with Toji over him. It was a slow progression, Tsumiki would split the time she spent with the two evenly at first. Megumi could handle that despite his want for more of her affection, he was a kid trying to make up for losing his mom's love and touch-- he knows now how foolish that was, nothing could ever fill that void-- but when the time spent between him and his dad became noticeably uneven, Megumi began acting out to try to get some kind of attention from either of them. This went on for a little while until he found himself being choked up against the wall by Toji while Tsumiki stood there watching. After that the boy shut himself off, finding comfort only in the two alley strays.

With the man's hand on his chest groping him in ways he hadn't felt since he was a kid, Megumi couldn't help but let out a shivered gasp while his hips moved searching for friction. He's easy, pathetic, useless, disgusting, but fuck he hadn't felt the warmth of another in so, so long. His head swam with want as he tried to compose himself, stilling his hips from making an even bigger fool of him. "Megumi." His response was short and to the point, hoping that would make him seem more composed than he was as if he wasn't sweating bullets and nearly grinding against some guy he just met.

Sukuna. Where had he heard that name before? The teen rarely kept up with the news but he had a special interest in true crime so he often spent time scavenging the internet for unique stories. If he were in his right frame of mind he might have thought a little deeper, leading him to the realization that this pink haired, muzzled, smooth talker was the one and only Sukuna Itadori.

"Sukuna.." he repeated in a heavy breath, biting at his bottom lip while the man squeezed his chest and rubbed his nipple.

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh god- The situation was so wrong. He was so fucked up. Maybe he really did deserve to be in a place like this… a place where the depraved went to rot because it’s fine as long as no one says anything to someone who just might happen to care. It was almost ironic that he was barely an hour into being admitted and he was watching activities that more than rivaled what some classmates had done to him. Almost. But, he couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him when the girl spoke about the cock inside her, the way his stomach sank through the floor in the pleasant way being on a roller coaster would.

Not to mention how gorgeous she looked, from what little he could see from his spot in the hall. She was incredible… he hated how much she captured his attention from the baseline attraction to the terror of her riding a sleeping man while talking to her “daddy”. Was he her dad?? Genuinely? The thought hit him like a freight train when it came, leaving him sinking further into the mixed and muddled feelings twisting into sickening arousal in his core.
Then she came.

And holy shit, was it amazing. He was a mess, whining and whimpering the few times he’d rubbed himself to completion or managed to find something that he could put inside without hurting himself. He always made a mess too- but that was usually from a mix of different factors. Factors that didn’t seem like a problem for the pretty girl who had him trying to run away while unable to tear his focus from her sounds. Something he couldn’t even do when she saw him. No. Instead, he whimpered. He fucking whimpered, the pathetic little shit. And he did it again when he watched her skirt flap up, his brows somehow managing to knit further together as he stumbled back a step, back pressed against the wall opposite of the door as he prayed that the man wouldn’t murder him for his fuckup. He also hoped she wouldn’t actually make him show anything- considering there wasn’t much to show aside from how wet he had gotten. Which- seriously- it was embarrassing enough as is, feeling vaguely like he almost pissed himself as he kept his legs together.

He had to stifle yet another whimper as the man looked at and spoke to him, though, thankful that he at least wasn't like... being murdered, even if it sounded like a heavenly relief now. "Y-yes, sir-" Barely able to croak out the affirmation, he pushed himself into the room as he shook like the sopping wet animal he was before faltering as the man's hand dipped behind the girl, and... oh god, he was going to die here, wasn't he? Well- obviously, but like... fuck, he really hoped they didn't expect him to do anything like that.



Truthfully, Sukuna could care less what led the boy to his lap. Had he tried relaying any of his woes, things would have gone differently. Not any directly different route, Sukuna would likely do the listening version of skimming a book, but he sure as fuck wouldn't listen to it all. Regardless, he hummed at the other's answer, a soft chuckle escaping him at the name. "Such a fitting name for a blessing such as yourself." Physically restraining himself from commenting on the effeminate name, though, he gently urged the other forward, pulling him further on his lap.

There, he gave a groaning sigh at the repetition of his name, nodding as he took a deep breath before leaning closer to the boy. "Do you realize how stunning you are, Megumi?" Words nearly breathless, he leaned closer, careful as he essentially nosed against the corner of the boy's jaw. "Will you allow me a chance to taste you, blessed doll?" As he asked, he groped his chest again, holding the teen in place as he ground himself upwards against his ass in turn. He wasn't quite half hard, but he was definitely getting there, blood filling the monstrous length as his hands moved lower, gentle in the way he grasped the other's waist. "It's been so long since I've been able to kiss a pretty little thing like you, but I'd be honored if you allowed me the privilege of another chance..."

[DirtyDeku]

If nothing else-- of course, besides sopping wet and miserable-- Yuta should feel glad that she was offering up the chance to play with her ass. She didn't even do that to herself very often, considering how tedious it could be, and she didn't exactly have much time to waste when she was using Toji when he was supposedly passed out drunk. Only if she was sure she had the time, the patience, and knew that she wouldn't be as satisfied if she just stuffed her pussy instead did she resort to the back door. Once or twice she's used it to get more attention on sketchy social media sites, too. She gets that money, honey!

...Just threw up in my mouth a bit. She'd probably offered her ass up to Megumi in the past, too, but she can't remember a single time they had ever really gotten particularly far. Their bodies had been too small to match up well, so they'd resorted to just frantically grinding into one another to chase that funny feeling. She wouldn't be too surprised if her ass was too fat for his microdick to this day. Man... she really thinks harshly of him, but she can't really get away from the fact that Megumi used to be her closest friend and, in her childish mind, future lover. Kids are weird like that. She used to talk a lot about marrying Toji, too, as a little girl. At least that sentiment has mostly stayed the same.

Let's all dig up Freud and kill him again.

"You act like you've never seen a girl before," She bares her teeth, bracing her palms flat on Satoru's chest and leaning forward a bit to open herself up to Toji's finger better. Why does this freakshow have cute little tits? She really wants to tear his throat out, especially when he murmurs something about loving somebody. In a place like this? Yeah, right. "Or what, you don't think you're man enough to make a pretty girl like me cum?"

[CRYBABY]

Toji kept his eyes trained on the twink in the doorway nearly laughing out loud at the pathetic sound he let out. The newbies dark hair and eyes made him look a lot like Megumi, whether that was a good thing or not Toji wasn't sure. What Toji was sure of was this kid was clearly weaker and more pathetic than Megumi, something he didn't even think was possible. The way he shivered looking like a kitten just scooped out of a pool moments before drowning was something Toji hadn't seen in his son-- if there was one thing Megumi was good at it was taking a beating with his head held high. To be fair though Megumi wasn't necessarily a weak person, that was mainly the perception his family had of him-- guess that's what happens when you show any type of emotion in the Fushiguro household. "Sir? Well aren't you fuckin' polite." he chuckled, "Take note, baby, you can learn some manners from this pervert."

"Atta girl," he praised when his daughter leaned forward welcoming his poorly lubed finger. Toji obliged, pressing past her entrance and into the unbelievably tight warmth. Toji nearly groaned as she sucked his finger in. She must not do this often... guess she wasn't as much of a whore as Toji thought. A mix of pride and possession bubbled in his chest at the thought of sinking his dick past that pretty rim and stretching her out so wide she wouldn't even be able to feel this fuckers pathetic, limp pencil dick. "Looks like he isn't man enough to make himself cum," the man smirked turning his attention back to Yuta. "You're the new admit, aren't ya?"


There was no one in this world that didn't either laugh or comment on the student's feminine name. Had Megumi never met his mother he'd assume his parents were playing a cruel joke on him on the day of his birth but to the boy his mom was an Angel, she would never do something so cruel to him so he decided to believe that there was a reasoning behind his name that his fucker of a dad was too stupid to remember. Sukuna making no mention of his name after their introductions made the boy smile. Megumi's fair skin flushed at the man's praise, his heart beat quickening with every sultry word. The cannibal really needed to stop before the boy ended up a puddle on the floor or better yet so drunk on praise he'd do just about anything Sukuna asked. Err, looks like he's at that point already.

"I--" Megumi started only to be cut off by an unexpected moan as he felt Sukuna's length grind against him. Oh my God that thing is going to kill him. It was quite obvious that the man wasn't at full hardness, he was barely at half, but his impressive girth was made apparent to Megumi in that moment causing him to thank whatever morbid God was listening that he sprained his ankle at school today. Placing his hands on Sukuna's shoulders to steady himself though there was no real need with how sturdy the man held him down, he bite down on his lower lip in consideration. Truth be told the teen had never been kissed by anyone that wasn't his sister or his mom-- erm let's not say that out loud, Gumi-- and Sukuna was pushing all the right buttons both figuratively and literally... though he always imagined his first real kiss to be more.. romantic, passionate, or not in an insane asylum but beggars can't be choosers...

With the man's hands both occupied with some part of Megumi's body, the teen didn't have much brain power left to think rationally. Dark eyes glanced between Sukuna's lustful red irises, his pretty pouted lips, and the cage that kept the two apart. He considered for a moment-- a very, very brief moment-- if maybe removing the muzzle was a bad idea, but before he could come to a conclusion his hands were behind the poet's head undoing the latch.