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Megumi is a broke college student.
Being broke during college is hardly anything new, Megumi knows this. His bank balance, on the other hand, tells him that he’s on the brink of getting evicted from his shitty rental if he doesn’t change his living situation soon. He’s doing what he can to get by with classes, working part time at a café in between classes, but if he wants to maintain his partial scholarship, he can’t afford to tack on another job. The living expenses in Tokyo are just stupidly expensive, especially when his cheapskate deadbeat of a dad, refuses to give him any financial support.
Though, if Megumi is being honest, it’s also probably his fault because he refuses to get a roommate. A roommate would help him split the rent so the costs would go down significantly, and it would help him make ends meet, sure. That said, Megumi hates the idea of having to share his space with anyone. He doesn’t want to deal with weirdos who will piss on his walls when they’re drunk or bring over hookups every other night who will prevent him from getting any sleep over their pornographic moaning. He also just hates people in general, would rather keep the second bedroom for his two dogs, cleverly named Kuro and Shiro.
Megumi also has his side hustle that he’d rather not risk anyone else finding out about because it would be a hassle to deal with. A mortifying hassle.
All things considered, however, as Megumi stares at his bank balance that’s in the negatives and his house eviction notice if he fails to pay rent on time for the third month in a row, he’s realizing he might have to let go of his stubborn pride. Either he gets a roommate – letting go of his dogs and his own comfort to make ends meet with the rent – or he gets a second job, and his GPA will surely suffer for it. Something he can’t afford as a junior in college, just wants to finish his last year and a half of college without adding any more debt to his plate because he failed to maintain his scholarship.
It’s annoying because he technically has two jobs already, but the second job has hardly been giving him more than extra pocket money for grocery shopping, so adding a third job to the mix sounds like a nightmare.
Fuck. Out of the two evils in front of him, Megumi guesses his best option would be to get a new roommate and hope they won’t be insufferable to deal with. Or a serial killer, albeit he thinks he’d be better equipped to deal with a serial killer over someone who’s just stupidly annoying. Pinching his nose as he opens Craigslist to post an ad, and hopes for the best.
His hopes, however, are not high.
Megumi was right to have low hopes, but the bar is seemingly set in hell, because goddamn. The general standards of people who applied for the room was quite literal garbage. Applicant One showed up to the interview reeking of sweat and his long hair matted and knotted telling Megumi that he doesn’t shower which is a no for him. Applicant Two was an asshole, nitpicking at Megumi’s flat for not being clean enough and lacking all the utensils, demanding he reduce the already below market price Megumi is asking for online because this flat isn’t worth it. Applicant Three was a sociopath, a cold look in his eye as he stared at his dogs. Shiro who usually loves everyone, growled at him and scampered away in fear with one pointed glare from the applicant.
Megumi trusts his dogs more than he trusts anyone, and he hardly trusts people at all, so he’ll take Shiro’s opinion on this. He would never risk letting anyone into his home that might possibly harm his dogs while he’s not around, no, that’s a huge no for him.
By the time Applicant Four was scheduled to come in, Megumi was already searching for job postings online idly. A third part time job is appearing to be his only option at this rate, which is depressing, but he can’t be assed to deal with anymore bullshit. He sighs, scrolling through jobs that include cleaning, caretaking, or customer service. All things he hates, would rather not add onto his place, hates life enough at is without adding a thirteenth reason to encourage him to end it all.
When he hears a knock at the door, Megumi doesn’t put down his phone as he moves to open it, wanting to get this interview over and done with quickly. But then, when he opens the door, he falters. Sharp words on the tip of his tongue die there, turning to ash, as he stares at the boy standing on his doorstep. Shorter than him, grinning brightly at Megumi with the intensity of a thousand splendid suns, waving at him cheerily. Megumi distantly notes the rose-gold pinkish hair atop his head, sun-kissed skin, the cropped undercut, and the muscular biceps bulging out of his muscle t-shirt. Sex on legs, essentially. His phone drops from his hand with a loud clatter. The sound rips Megumi out of his thoughts, registering how he was staring, hadn’t heard a single word the Adonis in front of him just said.
Right, Megumi should have mentioned that he’s gay. Very fucking gay. And this man who’s built like a Greek god is satiating every gay fantasy Megumi has ever had.
“Oh, shoot, let me get that,” a voice dripping with honey croons. He bends over, giving Megumi a sweet view of his perfectly sculpted ass that threatens him with the possibility of a nosebleed, to grab his phone. As he stands upright again, bright smile still plastered across his face, he proffers the phone to Megumi. “Hi! I’m Itadori Yuji, but you can just call me Yuji if you like! You told me to come by this address for the roommate interview thingy, so here I am!”
So, the Greek god has a name, and his name is Yuji. What a nice name. Megumi likes it.
“Oh, yeah, that.” Megumi takes his phone from Yuji, their fingers brushing against each other in the process, making him jolt from the touch. Something electric. “Come on in.”
He walks into the living room, sitting on the rickety wooden chair, and gesturing Yuji to sit on the crappy couch. Crappy because he bought it used off Craigslist because it was cheap, probably because of the questionable stains on it that looked a lot like cum, which has since been further roughed up by Kuro and Shiro’s claws. It’s soft, though, even if it’s ragged so Megumi isn’t complaining.
Yuji doesn’t complain either as he plops onto it, humming as he drinks in the house. The blue walls, the bookshelves filled with books and manga Megumi collects, and the posters of rock bands he loves lining the spaces in between. He whistles as his eyes linger on Megumi’s limited edition My Chemical Romance poster, one that’s signed by Gerard Way himself, which he got in a furious auction on eBay.
Megumi’s lips tilt upwards at that. Looks like Yuji is a person of culture even if he doesn’t look like much more than a sexy beefcake himbo jock.
“Hey, Itadori. I’m Fushiguro Megumi, call me whatever you want, I don’t really care,” Megumi says shortly. He studies Yuji as he says all this, Yuji nodding to all this raptly, humming to show they’re still in agreement. Megumi swears that he’s only studying his body language for creep vibes, to make sure he’s listening properly, and not because he’s stupidly hot. “I’m a third year at Tokyo University, STEM student with a focus in Biochemistry. I’ve got two dogs – Kuro and Shiro – who are both well trained, and I’ll be dealing with everything pertaining them myself.”
“Oh, sweet, a STEM student and you’ve got two dogs?” Yuji whistles, looking genuinely impressed. “That’s so cool, dude!”
“It’s whatever.” Megumi dismisses his praise and the flush on his cheeks.
Megumi can tell Yuji is a bit distracted, however, because Kuro has come out from his room to peek his head out. Kuro isn’t as friendly as Shiro is, hasn’t come out in any of the previous interviews, but he probably got sick of being cooped up in his room the whole day. Megumi makes a mental note to take the dogs out for a walk later.
But really, what surprises Megumi, is how Yuji perks up at seeing Kuro. Waving at him amicably from across the room, a wide grin forming across his face, that makes Megumi choke on his spit. He waits for Kuro to growl at him, but he doesn’t, only regarding Yuji wearily from the corridor.
“Come here, Kuro.” Megumi beckons him with his fingers. Kuro obliges him, padding over towards Megumi, tail wagging in delight as Megumi pats his head between his ears, just where he likes it. “This is Kuro, one of the two dogs I told you about.”
“I gathered.” Yuji nods in excitement, looks like he’s positively vibrating with it. Megumi huffs in endearment, doesn’t need to be a rocket scientist to hazard a guess that Yuji is certainly a dog person. “He’s adorable.”
Well, that’s a first. Most people often find Kuro scary because of his hulking size and unfriendly demeanor, Megumi often needing to fend him off passersby, so they don’t freak out and scare Kuro by proxy. Even Kuro seems to be regarding Yuji with a level of interest, almost as if he wants to approach him, but he’s nervous he’ll be rejected. Megumi brushes his fingers against his ears, relieving the tension in his dog’s frame.
A bonus point for him, because Megumi would rather not have a roommate who’s always scared of his dogs or run the risk of his dogs getting hurt because of them.
“Anyway.” Megumi coughs to regain Yuji’s attention on him, rather than Kuro. As much as he enjoys people fawning over his dogs, especially Kuro who almost never gets fawned over by anyone except Megumi himself, this is still an interview. He has to focus. “Tell me about yourself, Itadori.”
“Oh, right, well. I’m a first year at Tokyo University, and I’m here on a sports scholarship for basketball, but I’m pretty decent at most sports if I may so myself.” Yuji gives Megumi a megawatt grin, flexing one of his biceps for good measure, making Megumi’s heart falter. “I kind of suck at STEM subjects, so you being so smart is, like, so cool to me, just looking at numbers makes my head hurt. Oh, oh, also, my type in girls is tall girls with big asses. Jennifer Lawrence is my dream girl.”
Megumi pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself and abate the disappointment rising in his chest. Of course, such a beefcake guy who looks like a dream and is like a golden retriever personified in a person, would be a heterosexual dude bro. At least like this, Megumi can squash out whatever weird feelings of attraction he’s been feeling towards Yuji since the moment he crossed the threshold of his home, sooner than later.
Really, Megumi is disappointed but not surprised. Finding fellow queer guys his age is like trying to find a unicorn in the middle of the city – meaning it’s impossible – and gay bars isn’t something he’s keen on seeking out. Too many people, and Megumi hates people.
“Right.” Megumi nods, pushing past his disappointment. He pats Kuro again, seeking the comfort that only his dogs can give him, and of course, Kuro never fails to disappoint. “Okay, so can you tell me why you decided to apply to be my roommate?”
Some of the past applicants he asked got pissy about this question, asking him why he’s treating this like a job interview, when it’s for a house. Megumi, on his part, doesn’t give a shit. He wants to cover all his bases, especially since he’s asking for a roommate quite late in the year, too, so he’s a bit wary of anyone applying for a roommate now when they should already be committed to their year lease.
“Honestly? I’d missed the deadline to sign up for the dorms because I couldn’t really navigate the uni website that well.” Yuji laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. “So, I’d been bumming it out the past few months at friends’ places, but I really wanted to settle down because my friend, Nobara, said she’d rip off my dick if I stayed at her place again. Not because I’m a bad roommate or anything like that. It’s mostly ‘cause she has a girlfriend so me crashing there all the time made things awkward for them.” He looks to Megumi gratefully before he continues. “But then I was scrolling on Craigslist looking for something good that wasn’t too pricey, and I found you, my hail Mary. It sounded like a pretty sweet deal.”
Yes, definitely a himbo through and through. Not the sharpest knife in the box by any means, but Megumi finds that trait slightly endearing. Especially because Yuji seems to still maintain a positive outlook despite how difficult those previous months must have been, couch surfing without any stability. He hums.
“Makes sense,” Megumi replies. His eyes flash as he considers Yuji, swerving for the intimidation tactic. “Any flaws or weird quirks I should know about? I should warn you that I don’t care for surprises.”
Yuji, on his part, isn’t intimidated. He only cocks his head to the side, eyes shut tightly as he contemplates Megumi’s question, humming loudly. He opens his eyes, having what looks to be a eureka moment, slamming his fist in his palm.
“I don’t like to be a nuisance to anyone, so I’ll do all my dishes and make sure the living room is clean!” Yuji exclaims, sitting ramrod straight. “But my flaw is that my room is a bit messy, and I like to put up lewd posters! Uh, weird quirks would probably be that I like to jack off after days where I have practice because of the leftover pent-up energy, but don’t worry, I’ll only do that in my room.”
Megumi who was nodding along to everything Yuji said, all of it sounding relatively normal, almost goes into cardiac arrest at the last part. He’d been busy trying to wash out his attraction to Yuji, trying to rip out the weeds before they grow into something troublesome, when Yuji said that. Now, Megumi’s brain is crammed with visuals he doesn’t need of Yuji coming back sweaty in his basketball uniform, pulling down those baggy shorts to wrap a hand around his hard cock –
Fuck, he really needs to get his brain out of the gutter.
“I see,” Megumi says, voice sounding more affected than he’d like it to be. He’s sure his cheeks are also stained with a dark hue of red. “That’s – yeah – I can work with that.”
“Awesome!” Yuji concedes.
“Um, so. As you know, this apartment is within seven walking distance from there which is also why the rent is a bit pricier than other places, but it should be fine with a roommate. Though, you’re probably okay with that, hence why you’re here.”
“Yup. Sounds good to me!”
Kuro walks away from Megumi, trailing towards Yuji cautiously, which causes him to brighten up visibly. He coos at him, proffering his hand for him to sniff, which he does and licks tentatively. Doesn’t shy away from Yuji as he moves his hands to pet him between his ears, similarly to how Megumi did it, but with more vigor. Kuro seems to like it, though, tongue lolling out in pleasure, plopping his head down in Yuji’s lap to get more pats.
“Who’s a good boy?” Yuji asks, scratching behind his ears. “You’re the bestest boy! Though, I’m sure your brother is probably a contender, too.”
Megumi stares at the scene, dumbfounded, because he’s never seen Kuro be that friendly with anyone before. What even?
(He’s also a bit envious, but being jealous of his dog is quite pathetic, so he shoves the feeling down.)
“Okay, so,” Megumi says loudly, regaining Yuji’s attention back on him. “Because living together is a lot of give and take, I want to set some ground rules of my own which you’re free to accept if you wish to live with me. If you accept them, I’m willing to listen to your rules and any questions you might have.”
This is further than he’s gotten in any of the other interviews, had already rejected the rest in his head within moments, but this is different. He hadn’t anticipated getting this far, but at least he was smart enough to map out the script for this interview, even if Yuji keeps on derailing it.
“Okay, shoot, Megumi.” Yuji shoots finger guns at Megumi. “I’m all ears.”
Megumi falters momentarily at that, feeling as if those finger guns shot bullets straight to his heart, because of how it stopped working. He wasn’t quite ready for Yuji to call him by his given name right at the get go. He also wasn’t ready for how good his name sounds in Yuji’s voice, swallowing as the name rolls over his ears, sweet as honey.
Fuck, Yuji can’t do this to him. He can’t make him develop a crush on a straight boy, and so fast too. He’s better than this.
Except he’s not. Megumi is both pathetic and very gay.
“I have three rules. One, that you pay your share of the rent on time, because I’m too tight on cash for you to pay me late.” Megumi lifts one finger painted black.
“Consider it done.”
“Two, that you be good to my dogs. If you ever so much as touch a hair on them, I will end your existence.” Megumi lifts his second finger. He considers the way Yuji is still cooing at Kuro, treating him like a small Pomeranian rather than the hulking husky that he is, has him feeling like that’s a rule he didn’t even need to vocalize. But still, better safe than sorry. “Though, I think you’ll be fine with that rule.”
“Mmhmm, Kuro is already my baby,” Yuji says, leaning down to hug him close with a contented smile. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Kuro? I’ll get you beef jerky next time for being so cute.”
Kuro barks in approval. Megumi’s heart melts into an incoherent puddle of endearment and homosexual gay panic. He gets it now, when people say that guys who are good with kids and animals are attractive, because fuck if Megumi isn’t moments away from getting down on his knees for Yuji. Both to propose, but also for other purposes if Yuji is also up for it.
He probably wouldn’t be, though, because he’s straight. Goddammit.
“That’s…great,” Megumi says finally. He raises a third finger, warding off the blush that threatens to consume his entirety. “Three. I don’t want you to be here from 5 to 7pm on Thursday afternoons for personal reasons. You’re also not allowed in my room, but I think that’s basic common sense.”
Megumi waits for Yuji to look weirded out at the odd rule, for his hackles to rise, and the prying questions to start pouring. He only hums, however, petting Kuro idly as he nods in agreement.
“Okay, all that sounds good and doable,” Yuji replies. He smiles at Megumi again, that same smile that has already sent Megumi into fifteen crises in the span of the last fifteen minutes. “So, when can I move in?”
“Bold of you to assume that you passed the roommate interview.” Megumi leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. “At least give me a few days to consider it.”
“Nah, I think we just have good vibes. We’d make a good pair,” Yuji replies lightly. “I can give you a few days, but I don’t think you’ll find anyone better than me, Megumi.”
His confidence should be off-putting, but somehow, it’s not. If anything, it only adds to how attractive he already is. Megumi swallows because he’s hard pressed to deny that. None of the previous three applicants could even dream of holding a candle to Yuji. He’s sure that part of that conclusion is influenced by his dick and the gay panic that’s addled his brains in Yuji’s presence, but Kuro seems to like him, and that should be as good an indication as any that Yuji is a good guy.
So, he decides to listen to his gut – gay – instinct as well as Kuro’s, nodding in resignation.
“You can move in whenever you want, considering the new rent month starts in two days anyway,” Megumi replies with a sigh. “Let me know if you’ll need any help with moving, I’ll clear my schedule for you.”
“You’re such a nice guy, Megumi!” Yuji replies vibrantly. His name on his lips never failing to make Megumi want to keel over and die. “No worries, though, I’ve been living out of my suitcase these past months, so I don’t have much stuff.” He looks at Megumi imploringly, brushing his fingers through Kuro’s dark fur. “Can I move in tomorrow?”
It appears that Megumi’s era of peace and tranquility is all but over now, nodding, as Yuji fist pumps the air in exaltation.
“I promise I’ll be the best roommate you’ve ever had, Megumi!” Yuji says. “You won’t regret it.”
“We will see about that,” Megumi replies.
And they will, because Megumi thinks he’s going to regret letting Yuji into his home and his life, albeit for very different reasons than Yuji would expect.
Megumi almost regrets allowing Yuji to move in so soon, but the Megumi who was in Yuji’s presence was a gay menace who couldn’t be held accountable for his actions. If Yuji had asked to move in then and there, for Megumi to pay him to move in, and take his room while Megumi slept on the couch – he probably would have been out of it enough to say yes. It was almost alarming how gone Megumi already was for Yuji when he’s not at all his type – his type being upstanding, smart guys rather than slobs whose lives are falling apart at the seams, hearts of gold be damned – but here he is.
Not that Yuji is a slob, but he isn't the upstanding guy that Megumi typically crushes on either. He's still a baby, a freshman baby, who reeks of himboism and heterosexuality. Straight himbo jocks aren't supposed to be Megumi’s type, he's better than that.
Then he's reminded of the way Yuji grinned at Megumi as he fist bumped him at the door, saying he'll be back again tomorrow, and he feels a pang resound in his chest. A pang so strong that he finds himself collapsing onto his bed in an overheated heap of emotionally constipated emotions he doesn't care to decipher.
That said, Megumi does not have a crush on Yuji. No, that’s certainly not what this is. It’s just thirst because Yuji is hot, jocks are built to be hot, and Megumi is a horny gay virgin who doesn’t get much action at all. Horny thirst is all this is. His megawatt smiles or his easy amiability with both him and Kuro have nothing to do with it. They’re negligible variables in the equation of Megumi’s nonexistent love life, the constant being eternally single and miserable.
At least, he thinks, today is Thursday, so he’ll be able to release some steam. It’ll be his last day where he’s able to freely work on his side hustle without anyone else in the house with him, though Yuji promised to stay clear of the house on Thursday afternoons, it won’t be the same as the freedom he once enjoyed. The paranoia of him possibly walking in on him, paired with knowing his privacy has now been compromised will ruin his vibe, he's sure.
Because the thing is, Thursday afternoons is when he dedicates to his side hustle as a camboy. Megumi’s secret that he refuses to let anyone find out about because it’s mortifying and it’s not anything he’d want anyone to lord over his head for. Just the thought of Maki, Naoya, or God forbid Gojo, finding out about what he does has Megumi wanting to fling himself into the sun. It's none of their business why he does this, and they probably wouldn't believe him even if he told them, but it really is primarily a money thing for Megumi.
The camboy thing started primarily as a means to get extra cash to make ends meet. He quickly realized, however, that creating a platform online with so much competition is no easy feat, unlike what everyone else online claimed, especially when Megumi is a solo creator without a partner. Guys like him are a dime a dozen and Megumi doesn’t have the charisma to carry him to the top like other guys do. Megumi isn't talkative in his streams, doesn't play a charade of friendship with his viewers, nor does he have a habit of being vocal with his moans or bodily reactions. If anything, Megumi is probably a boring camboy, but he’s already invested too much into this. Paid his meager savings on the expensive equipment and cameras, spent almost a year streaming weekly regardless of his mood or how busy he was or wasn't until he managed to harvest a few hundred subscribers.
So, yeah, maybe Megumi lowkey sucks at being a camboy but he's stubborn. He's stubborn and adamant on keeping the camboy gig going even if it’s hardly worth the money it brings in or the time he puts into it. He’s no quitter, after all, his deadbeat dad cultivated that much in him at least.
And well, it’s a way to blow off steam, like Megumi said. He’s horny, he’s gay, and his pool of guys to date is incredibly limited and Megumi does have standards. He isn’t going to date or fuck someone just because they’re gay, too, so he just suffers. Being a camboy, though, is nice because he gets to fuck himself on a livestream to his few hundred subscribers – 237 subscribers to be exact – and feel a little less alone. Makes him feel pretty, wanted, even if it’s all just a process of give and take for horny people who want to throw their money at a pretty twink and a horny Megumi who is willing to carry out that role to take that money.
It also makes him feel like a bit of a whore, but that’s a part of the appeal really.
Once his cameras are up, his decorative wolf eye mask in place, and the door closed so Shiro and Kuro can’t come in; Megumi turns the stream on. The first time he did this, he didn’t really know where to look and his heart raced too fast, hands clumsy as he touched himself while nobody watched. The lack of an audience at first helped, though, helped him gain a sense of confidence with his body in front of the camera by the time viewers started to slowly trickle in. They never asked for much when they came in for the show, silent voyeurs, seemingly content with whatever Megumi had to offer. Tipping him whenever they particularly liked something he did or a lewd expression on his face.
The silent voyeurism, that feeling of being watched, usually had Megumi’s blood simmering with arousal and lust. Found that he didn't need to fake it too much, not when the pinging sound of each person entering the stream or donating money in his tip box elicited a pavlovian response to his cock, making him drip and leak. Heady with the high it gave him as he took himself apart on camera for a bunch of strangers whose faces he didn't know.
I'm being watched. I'm wanted. They want to fuck me. They're paying to fulfill a fantasy for something I'll never actually provide them with.
“Hi, welcome back to the stream,” Megumi says cordially after a few moments. He’s got fifty-two viewers streaming the show now which is good enough to start, usually averaging at little over a hundred per stream because not all his subscribers show up on each stream. “It’s me, M. Wolf, and I got a new toy to play with for today’s stream.”
It was weird talking to himself at first, but the fact that he hardly gets any comments helps Megumi focus, means he doesn’t have to look at the camera too much or awkwardly reply to lewd comments on the stream he doesn't know the answers to. Today, he’s not really thinking about the cameras or his viewers, however, as he unbuttons his shirt with deft fingers or as he takes off his skinny jeans to reveal the tight black briefs underneath. Not even the sense of voyeurism and being watched has Megumi going today, all of that fading into static white noise in the background.
No, none of that really matters to Megumi as he grabs the lube and the vibrating dildo he bought just last week with the help of the money he makes from this side job.
Megumi pays none of that any mind – breath coming out in short pants, heart racing against his ribcage – as he pulls down his briefs too. He doesn’t even need to work himself into a state of hardness, already wired and on edge ever since Yuji crossed the threshold to his home, biting down on his lip as he wraps his hand around his hard cock and tugs. His cock leak profusely, staining his hand as it drips onto his stomach, making the glide smooth even without using lube.
God, he's so horny right now, already feels on edge when he's hardly done anything. But it's not really because of what he's doing that he's on edge, but because of what's on his mind. Or rather who's on his mind.
He really tries his best to empty his brain of Yuji’s face as he jacks himself off, as he fingers himself open with three fingers, as he brushes the tip of the dildo past his rim. Really, he tries his best, but he feels so pent up. Keeps on recalling the way his biceps flexed as he shifted, the way he said he jacks off after practice because of pent up energy, a visual of Yuji being the one to touch Megumi with his calloused hands instead. The visuals are hard to turn off, like a leaky faucet that keeps on trickling water despite his best attempts to shut it off. The thoughts, the images, racing to the forefront of Megumi’s mind as he fucks himself on the dildo breathlessly.
The vibrations wrack through his body, reminding him that this isn’t the real thing, that the real thing would feel very different from what he’s experiencing now. Wouldn’t feel as plastic, would feel better, could push Megumi past his own limits with both its size and stamina.
The real thing isn’t for Megumi to have, but that doesn’t stop his imagination from going astray, throwing him off the edge.
"Nngh," Megumi pants breathlessly, the hand wrapped around his cock speeding up as he fucks himself on the dildo relentlessly. "Gonna come."
A series of pings sound through his speakers, but he can't bring himself to pay them any attention, not when he's so on edge. When he's falling off it, debauched and gone, as his toes curl and come spurts over his fingers.
When he comes, he comes too fast, a lot faster than it usually takes him to come. An intense orgasm, a guttural groan ripped from his chest as he comes over his hand in rivulets, his hole clenching around the dildo weakly. He blinks when he comes to, the haze of arousal slowly fading as he recalls that he’s still on stream, and he hasn’t said a single word the whole time. Only indulging in himself and what he wanted, completely forgetting the cameras and the audience watching him.
No wonder he’s not able to make it as a camboy, he has zero charisma when it comes to this stuff.
“Thanks, guys, for tuning in. I hope you enjoyed the stream,” Megumi says awkwardly. His eyes quickly scan over the chat and his inbox, noting with some surprise that he’d gotten more tips than he usually does during a stream. A singular comment saying ‘Wow you’re so hot today, M. Wolf, you look more into it than usual’ that makes Megumi blush profusely under his mask. “See you next Thursday for another stream. Bye.”
Megumi turns off the stream, collapsing back onto his bed sheets that are now wet with his own sweat and come, starting to hate himself a little. Yes, he’s horny as hell, but he can’t believe he jacked it to his new roommate who he’s hardly known for half an hour now. Not to mention, his very straight roommate. Regret and guilt start to wash over him, not quite sure how he’s going to face Yuji tomorrow when he moves in, but he’ll cross that hurdle when it comes. Hopefully dealing with his attraction all the while, too, because this is going to be rather troublesome to deal with on the long run.
Thinking of Yuji, even in the context of a guilty conscience, was clearly a mistake, because he's already starting to chub up again as if he hadn't already come moments ago. Apparently, the guilt wasn't enough to override his horniness, so Megumi reaches down and has the guiltiest wank of his life while thinking of Yuji yet again.
Fuck, Megumi is so going to hell for this.