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Toji was never a party person. Sure, he could enjoy going out and spending time outside of his room every now and then, but he absolutely hated being in public, much less being the center of attention.
Which is why he was utterly confused at the current situation he finds himself in.
Kenjaku had been going on and on about this party he was going to throw at his house now that his parents were out of town, inviting half the grade for unsupervised fun and promising here and there that there might be alcohol involved. He then proceeded to corner Toji as he was trying to leave, getting all up in his personal space while twirling a strand of long hair between his fingers.
“Come on, Toji, I swear it’ll be fun!” He had said while getting uncomfortably close to him, making him scowl in response, but that didn’t seem to bother Kenjaku much.
“It’s just gonna be this time, please?” Kenjaku gave Toji his best puppy eyes, at which Toji just rolled his eyes, annoyed that he even thought that might work.
“Get out of my way, the fuck-” Before he had finished his sentence though, Kenjaku’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
“Sukuna’s gonna be there, y’know.” And he immediately caught Toji’s attention.
Now, listen, Toji wasn’t gay. Hell no. He had never been with a man before, had never even had a crush on one.
Sukuna though, Toji could make an exception for.
He didn’t know how to explain it, there wasn’t any heterosexual way of doing so, Sukuna was just so damn attractive to him he had developed some kind of obsession, as he liked to call it. Anything to avoid calling it a crush or something gay like that.
He didn’t want to kiss him or fuck him or whatever, he just liked looking at him. Real close. Like an insect he could inspect under the scrutiny of a microscope. He
liked being near him, smelling his cologne, getting a glimpse of the tattoos covering his tan skin when he rolls his sleeves up, muscles bulging under the fabric as he moves. In a completely straight way, obviously, maybe even steal his gym routine if he gets the chance.
But apparently, he wasn’t too subtle about his little obsession, since after missing one too many after-class practices, Kenjaku had caught on pretty quickly onto what Toji had going on. And boy did he fucking love getting into other people’s business.
Kenjaku had taken a liking to harassing Toji when he had the chance, sending glances his way when an all-too-oblivious Sukuna entered the room looking like the epitome of masculinity, sharp around the edges and way too good-looking for his own good. It made Toji’s head hurt with confusion, not knowing if he wanted him or wanted to be him. Kenjaku loved teasing the living hell out of him because of it, God knows how the man even realized it without verbal confirmation from Toji.
Which leads them to now, Toji sitting idly on couch cushions, in a stuffy room packed with drunk young adults with music blasting loudly throughout the house. He notices that people keep appearing by the hour, and in less time than he can imagine, the house is thumping with alcohol, chatter, and way too many people for comfort. Sukuna somehow found his way into Toji’s line of sight, but when was he not? He has his attention anywhere he goes.
The pink haired man looks bored, like he always does, as he slowly rakes his fingers through his short hair, leaning against the doorframe that separates the living room from the kitchen, almost like he’s one annoyance away from dipping out of there. Toji thinks he would leave if Sukuna does.
He’s been there all night but hasn’t talked to anyone other than Kenjaku, and that was only after he’d arrived. To cuss him out a bit for forcing him to come.
“Nobody’s forcing you, Toji, you just can’t stay away from Sukuna.” He had answered with a sly smile, poking his tongue out as if to mock him. Toji had to clench his fist and suppress the need to punch him right there and then.
So, he just sat on the couch, some drink he had snatched up wetting his palm with the condensation, and he watched. He watched people walk in and walk out for what felt like hours until the man that lives rent free in his head had appeared. Almost sex on legs, wrapped in a leather jacket that probably kept him warm from the night cold, and Toji couldn’t help but stare, like he was just a fragment of his imagination that would disappear if he blinked.
Sukuna must’ve felt his eyes on him though, since he scanned the crowd with a scowl, probably wondering who would be brave enough to ogle at him, and when he laid eyes on Toji, his lips raised in a lazy smirk, walking away between bodies upon bodies.
Toji felt his heart stop for a second, breath catching in his throat. And as fast as he could, he recomposed himself, half hoping that nobody had caught him looking like an absolute idiot.
Now, Sukuna and he are in close proximity, somewhat. He’s still standing across from Toji, all the way on the other side of the room. Kenjaku and his friends occupying all the sitting spaces in the room and laughing at God knows what, Toji doesn’t really give a fuck, more entranced in the way Sukuna’s legs seem to go on for miles, standing tall where he leans against the doorframe.
Their eyes meet briefly, probably because Toji can’t stop staring even if he doesn’t want to, and Sukuna’s gaze is so heavy, Toji feels something bubbling in his stomach, swift nerves making his body feel hot and sweaty, like he’s getting caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. Makes him feel on edge.
Eventually, Toji breaks the eye contact, hoping to whatever being is out there that he doesn’t looks as pathetic as he feels, or worse, blushing like some kind of high school boy crushing on some bad boy with tattoos and leather jacket that sticks to his skin so deliciously, with pink hair that highlights his-
Yeah. Right.
He shakes his head, getting rid of his train of thought before it can get anywhere else, cursing under his breath at his brain for getting carried away.
Mentally thanking the amount of people around him, even though it makes him uncomfortable, he stands from his seat, making his way around dancing sweaty bodies and blending in enough to sneak into the kitchen without any interruption. He immediately beelines towards the drinks, letting go of his now empty cup and busying himself with another drink, anything that helps this godforsaken party go on quicker so he can go home already.
That is until a voice speaks up across from him.
“Not a party man, huh?” Sukuna’s deep voice startles him, even though he doesn’t show it.
He looks up, suddenly noticing how empty the kitchen is, only the two of them in the low light.
Oh god.
“Not really, you?” He manages to respond, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest with how fast it’s beating. He hates it, feeling like this.
“Eh, can’t say I am,” He shrugs, letting his head rest against the wall behind him and giving Toji a perfect view of his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing when he speaks, and normally that wouldn’t be attractive, but this is Sukuna. Toji thinks everything about him is attractive. “You’re uh… Zen’in, right?”
Even with a jacket on, he can see the tattoos peeking close to his neck, bands of black ink decorating it almost prettily, and Toji can’t help but wonder just how far they go. In the back of his head, he thinks about licking them, but the thought leaves as fast as it comes.
What the actual fuck.
He notices at last second that he had been shamelessly ogling Sukuna, to which the older man lets out a breathy laugh, and Toji wants the earth to swallow him whole to avoid the embarrassment. His question stays in the air, and Toji inhales softly so his voice doesn’t crack when he decides to answer.
“Uh, yeah… just Toji, I don’t go by my last name.” He takes a gulp of the drink in his hand, alcohol burning on the way down his throat, even with a chaser it feels like his stomach is turning, he doesn’t know if Sukuna is to blame for that. “And you’re Sukuna… right?”
Toji asks back with the same tone, acting like he doesn’t really remember his name, like he’s not the only person constantly in his mind, doing rounds and rounds until his head aches.
Sukuna’s smile is charming as he nods, slightly longer fangs poking out his lips, and Toji’s eyes follow the way his tongue wets the lower lip, his smug smile never faltering, almost like he can see right through Toji.
“Well, Toji,” Sukuna damn near purrs his name, walking away from where he was leaning until he’s closer to the counter, large hands pressing against the cold marble. “If you’re not into this kinda thing, what are you doing here?”
See, Toji is not a small man. He works out often, being in a sports team requires him to stay in shape, and he’s a good six feet tall, almost anyone he meets must look up to him to look at his eyes, and even then, they tend to be a little intimidated by the serious air that surrounds him, his curt but cold responses, or just the way he carries himself.
So, as an intimidating man, he doesn’t know exactly what it is about Sukuna that frightens him. Maybe it’s his constant scowling, body full of tattoos that he hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing yet, piercings that decorate his face and make it harder to speak to him without feeling like the next word out your mouth will be your last. He doesn’t understand how Sukuna attracts him like a massive star does a planet, his gravitational pull reeling Toji in and causing him to simply fall into orbit around him, no questions asked, just does. It’s also equally confusing how Sukuna doesn’t seem to notice that.
“Kenjaku forced me to come, so…” Toji shrugs, feigning nonchalance as he takes another sip of his cup, needing all the liquid courage he can get to speak so casually to the man in front of him.
“Ah, Kenjaku…” Sukuna laughs, taking a few steps around the counter, almost like a predator on the prowl, closing in on Toji, who can’t do much other than stand there and stare like a dumbass. “Yeah, that asshole, he kinda owes me somethin’ so, had to come to get it.”
“What does he owe you?” Toji asks, suddenly curious as to how those two know each other. Kenjaku is the most annoying person Toji has ever met, so in his head a possible relationship between them is almost impossible, he’s sure Sukuna would knock his teeth off after a single teasing comment.
Relationship. The word bubbles in Toji’s brain, making his stomach turn again, a sudden wave of jealousy washing over him, and he tries his damn hardest to not let it show. And he doesn’t, perfectly inexpressive as he takes Sukuna’s words in.
“Some information.” He simply answers, but he doesn’t stop there, covertly getting closer and closer, but Toji doesn’t make any motion to get away, much less stop him. “Said somethin’ about a little stalker of mine being here tonight, know anythin’ about that?”
It’s like the world stops at that second. Suddenly the music is muted through the walls of the kitchen, the only thing audible being Toji’s breathing picking up, panic taking over his limbs and making his legs tremble ever so slightly.
Sukuna is dangerously close, looking at him from under his eyelashes, almost wolf-like.
Toji feels like his prey.
“No, not really, sorry.” He mutters, raising an eyebrow and looking away, wishing for fresh air, for something that cuts through the thick tension inside the small room, for someone to interrupt so he can apologize and run out of there.
That moment never comes.
Instead, Sukuna closes the distance between them, and Toji can feel his calm breath against his face. Being this close to him makes him realize how much bigger Sukuna is, a few inches taller, with shoulders that easily hide Toji’s figure behind them, and between the panic, excitement finds its home. Coiling up inside of him until he feels his own temperature rise.
“Really? Hm…” Sukuna makes a thoughtful noise, looking over Toji’s face almost as if he’s making fun of him, it certainly feels like that. “I could’ve sworn Kenjaku said something along the lines of… tall, dark hair, pretty gray eyes… ring a bell?”
Toji swears the next time he runs into Kenjaku he’s going to kill him.
Stalker? Him? Really? Can’t a man just admire a much stronger man around anymore?
Those questions stop mattering soon enough, when Sukuna lowers his head, breath ghosting over Toji’s ear and making him shudder, the hair on his nape standing upright.
“So I just had to come see, if you would really be here just with the promise of my presence.” He finishes, his lips so close to Toji’s pulse point that when he pulls away, he starts feeling faint.
“I don’t know what-” He’s meanly cut off before he can scramble up some excuse, call Kenjaku a liar, or all of the above. Sukuna places his fingers around his neck, hand so big that it covers a good part of it, if Toji had been any smaller, he’s sure it would’ve wrapped around its entirety. He doesn’t know if it’s good or bad that he’s turned on by it.
“Think I’m stupid, baby? That I can’t see the way you stare at me when I walk in?” He chuckles, lowly and hot against Toji’s cheek, the cold of his lip piercings pressing against Toji’s hot skin. “It’s almost adorable with the way you blush and look away, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” He makes some slight pressure between his fingers, cutting some circulation off Toji’s neck, dizzying him. “So when Kenjaku confirmed what I already knew, I couldn’t throw away the opportunity to have you alone.”
The fact that Sukuna already knew about his obsession goes over his head entirely, he’s not thinking straight anymore, and feels like he can’t breathe, even though Sukuna is not trying to do just that.
Before he can react, Sukuna pulls away, stealing a whimper away from Toji, and he immediately feels embarrassed at the noise, but Sukuna looks almost proud of himself for making a grown man like Toji whimper under his touch.
“What’s wrong, baby? Nothin’ going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He keeps mocking, and time slows down for a single second the moment Sukuna clashes his mouth against his own, piercings digging at his lip and he lets out a gasp.
There’s no battle for dominance, Toji just lets Sukuna make his way into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp to let his tongue wander. He’s sucking, and licking, and biting, and Toji blames the alcohol for his dizziness, for the way his head feels like it’s cotton-stuffed and static courses through his brain, leaving him a dumb, panting mess under Sukuna’s firm body.
The older man keeps caging him in, pushing him against the counter until the marble digs into the small of his back, a moan leaving his lips at the pain, and Sukuna just smiles against his lips, humming in approval as his hands stray away from his neck and sneak around his waist, holding him down and caressing whatever skin he can touch after Toji’s shirt rides up his abdomen.
Toji feels like he’s about to combust. Or cum in his pants. Whatever happens first at this point.
Sukuna seems to like that, kissing him stupid until he’s a mess, and slyly, he traces Toji’s abs with his nails, sliding up and up and up until he’s almost sure he’s about to get him naked in the middle of the kitchen at some party Cupid Kenjaku seemed to put together so Sukuna could corner him and make him his to the point of no return.
Apparently, Sukuna is handsy, with the way he’s petting his hot skin, the assault of his tongue against Toji’s never stopping, and Toji’s lacking air again, but if he was to die right now like this, he would be okay with it.
With a grunt, they finally separate, a string of saliva connecting both of their mouths almost obscenely, Toji’s lifeline that saves him from madness.
He hadn’t even realized Sukuna’s leg between his own, his thighs straddling equally strong thighs and oh god.
Had he humped his leg like some virgin loser? He was so out of it he couldn’t even tell.
Sukuna didn’t care though, he kept his hand on top of Toji’s abdomen, getting extremely close to one of his pecs but not quite, and he got scared at the thought of getting touched that way by Sukuna. Kind of ironic since not long ago he had his tongue down his throat.
“Say, wanna get out of here with me?” Sukuna asks, starting to step away from Toji, hands sliding away and that’s when Toji notices how his legs are trembling. He has to grab himself on the counter to stand tall. “Let me treat my favorite stalker to some fun, yeah?”
Toji rolls his eyes at that, not very appreciative of the nickname.
“Not a stalker.” He mutters, then pauses, looking at Sukuna with glossy eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
Sukuna just smiles, lips red and shiny, swollen from Toji’s biting.
Without any further comment, he nods towards the door that leads outside, silently asking Toji to follow him. He walks away first, fixing his jacket and hair once again, as if to look like he hadn’t been trying to swallow Toji up a mere few minutes ago.
Toji stands there after he walks out first, catching his breath before smiling slightly. He fixes his clothes, trying to rub the smile off his face before he steps outside, breathing in the night air before he spots Sukuna, bike keys in hand, and a promise of fun in the air.
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