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It hadn’t been his idea, truly. If he really thought about it, it might have even been a joke. A light-hearted jab between friends when Nobara had to listen to him complain again about just how hard Choso had been working himself since his grandfather died.
“Have you looked for something part-time?”
He tossed another piece of sushi into his mouth, frowning even as he chewed. “Nothing that works with my class schedule. And Choso might lose his mind if me or Sukuna dropped any classes now.” His shoulders slumped, looking sadder than a kicked, rain-soaked puppy.
“Well, I guess all that’s left is to sell your ass.”
A kick had been sent her way immediately by Megumi, yet all they got in return was a snort of laughter. “Sorry, it’s not funny. But seriously, just finish your classes as fast as you can. You got one more year, then Choso can relax.”
They had switched topics right after, falling into conversations of projects and essays that were draining them all. But the idea had wormed its way into Yuuji’s brain, bouncing around late into the night as he stared at his ceiling. Obviously he couldn’t really do that. No doubt someone he knew would see him, and the last thing he wanted was to get caught doing that. Also who knew what type of people would be looking his way.
However…
There was another option.
His fingers trembled as he typed the site into the search bar. Staring way too long at the blue letters, mouse hovering over the link. All he had to do was click on it, and it wasn’t like it meant anything. A teenage boy was bound to look up stuff like this eventually. No one had to know. No one was going to know.
There was a thrill that vibrated down his spine, making his skin feel clammy and flushed at the same time. Like the moment that he gave in and clicked, the door would burst open to reveal his brothers and friends standing there waiting, screaming at him for actually doing it. The disappointment in Choso’s eyes. The way Sukuna would no doubt laugh, never letting him live it down. His friends shaking their heads and rolling their eyes, telling him they couldn’t believe he would actually try it.
It was stupid. There wasn’t even anyone home.
Closing his eyes, he clicked the page and let out a shaky breath. When he opened them, he was greeted by a screen of white and blue. A sign in section, the option to sign up. And that was… it. No explicit images jarring him, no obscene sounds tearing through his speakers so whoever went to the page knew exactly what it was for. If he didn’t know the name, he wouldn’t even be able to clock just what the site was made to show.
It took him another five minutes of staring, fingers hovering over the keyboard before he finally typed in his email. Another three just to hit create. His email pinged on his computer, alerting him to a new email - verify your account now - and he almost deleted it. Spent another ten minutes staring at the link before he shakily hit accept. And then he was in.
The whole process was… surprisingly easy. The site walked him through every step - browsing peoples pages just to see and trying his hardest to ignore the flush he could feel creeping over his skin. Glancing at his door as if suddenly one of his brothers might be there. Scouting through other’s profiles so he could see just how one might set up a page; what was too much, what was offered. Overloading his brain with just how much people were willing to show. To video.
And he’s taken pictures before. It’s not like he’s never sent them to people late at night once the lights were dimmed and sleep wouldn’t come. If he didn’t show his face, then no one would ever know even if someone he knew did find his account.
The longer he stared at the page, the more daunting it became. Letters looming in his sight, growing and taking over the page like they were trying to come through, just so everyone else could see what he had been planning. And then he exited the screen. Rushing to open the internet back up and wiping the searches from his history.
The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed quietly through the house, checking the time. How was it so late already? Yuuji could have sworn it was just before six, yet the sun had already started its descent and the time on his phone showed it was now half past eight.
Rushing from his room, Yuuji bounded down the stairs. Sliding into the hallway just to catch Choso tucking his shoes away like he always did, forcing a smile on his face as if that might erase what he had been contemplating. His brother’s smile was soft when he noticed him. Tired. Guilt welled through Yuuji’s chest with the sight, so distracted with his computer that he hadn’t even thought to make supper.
A hand ruffled through his hair. “Hey, Yuu.” The guilt that he had felt swelled, turning his stomach that left Yuuji barely able to keep his smile in place.
“Hey! Why don’t you shower, I was just about to start cooking.” Was that a shake he felt in his voice? Would Choso notice? Dark eyes narrowed slightly in his direction, and the sinking feeling grew. Forcing his smile wider, pushing his brother past the kitchen and towards the stairs.
“Are you feeling okay? You look flushed?” Yuuji’s hands pressed harder, nearly growling when Choso simply leaned in and stopped in his tracks. Pressing a hand to Yuuji’s forehead, frowning at the way his skin no doubt felt heated to the touch.
“I’m fine. Right as rain and ready to cook! Now go. Shoo.”
Choso’s frown deepened, the dark circles under his eyes more prominent than they had been the day before. New guilt trickled into his gut; why wouldn’t he have followed through? Why not just do it? If it took even a little stress off his brother, then it was worth it. And it wasn’t like anyone had to know.
“Are we still watching a movie tonight?” Finally, his brother began to move. Stepping towards the stairs, still moving far too slowly for Yuuji’s liking.
“Of course. Now go clean up and I’ll have food ready soon. You can pick the movie.”
Reluctant steps dragged Choso up the stairs even as hands untied the twin buns that held his hair up. “Where’s Sukuna?”
“He’s still out, but I’ll text him.”
God, what if Sukuna was able to tell something was up. He would never let it drop. Creeping into Yuuji’s room the moment Choso was out cold, pestering him until he gave in. Focusing all of his attention on Yuuji as he circled closer, pinning him down until he got an answer that seemed to satisfy him. It already had Yuuji’s heart racing, swallowing down the nerves that lit up through his chest with every pulse.
With a soft hum, Choso continued up the stairs and Yuuji immediately returned to the kitchen. He pulled his phone out, staring at the black screen, trying to will himself to open it so he could send the text. It was easy. It was nothing. And he hadn’t done anything, so there was nothing for Sukuna to pry out of him.
You making it for movie night?
And just as expected, the text was read and no dots appeared to show Sukuna was answering. There. Nothing to be worried about. He would be busy for the night, hopefully not showing up until Yuuji was asleep and by tomorrow everything would feel more settled and he wouldn’t catch on.
Half way through cooking, Yuuji’s phone lit up.
Idk. What movie?
Choso’s choosing.
Again, he read the message and didn’t answer. Forgetting about it all the moment Choso stepped into the kitchen, damp hair now falling down against his face and a shirt that clung a little too tight to his chest. Sliding into the chair at the table and watching Yuuji cook with a soft smile. And again, his heart felt like it stuttered in his chest. Just because of what he had almost done earlier, that was it.
Placing a bowl in front of Choso, Yuuji sighed as he sank into the chair next to him. “I think Sukuna’s out for tonight, he’s still busy.”
“Oh well, his loss.” His brother says it with a soft smile, but even still he pulls his phone free. Typing something on the screen and Yuuji knows he’s messaging their brother, telling him to be safe and let him know when he was on his way home. Just like Yuuji knows that text will also be left on read, because Sukuna couldn’t be bothered to answer anyone when he didn’t feel like it.
And just as expected, Choso lasts all of twenty minutes into the movie before Yuuji hears the first snore. Laying on the couch in front of his brother, an arm tucked over his ribs to make sure he stayed on the couch. Each soft breath falling across his hair as he listens to his brother finally get some well deserved sleep.
There must be something wrong with him, he thinks. He should just keep watching the movie. It was one of his favourites. But Choso was always working now, always busy, and Yuuji missed being able to be around him. Missed getting the chance to stare when his brother wasn’t aware. Turning slowly on the couch and only pausing at the sleepy grumble that slipped out before Choso was settling back into sleep once more.
The door opened, and Yuuji froze. As if not moving would somehow make Sukuna not be home, because he knew that the moment he saw Yuuji like this the teasing would start. As soon as he shifted, Choso mumbled in his sleep, and his arm tightened around Yuuji’s shoulders.
He could pretend he was asleep. Maybe Sukuna wouldn’t say anything if he thought waking Yuuji would wake Choso.
“Awh, look at the love birds.” It's cooed out sickeningly sweet and entirely teasing. Pulling his head back from his brother’s chest to glare at his twin. “You enjoying yourself?”
“Shut up,” Yuuji bit back, trying to keep his voice low enough Choso wouldn’t wake. The last thing he wanted was for him to disrupt the sleep his brother so clearly needed. “We were just watching a movie and dozed off. It’s not -” Before he could finish the sentence, Sukuna was seating himself on the end of the couch. There was an odd look in his eye as he stared at them, jaw tensing like there was something he wanted to say. A hand hooked around Yuuji’s ankle, and he knew what was about to happen next. “Don’t -”
His body dragged down the couch, twisting to try and free himself from Sukuna’s grip. “Fuck off,” he hissed, trying to kick his ankle free once more. Then they both froze at Choso’s mumble. Heat flushing through Yuuji’s chest and up into his face when a thigh crushed against his chest, hands gently searching for his head before they patted sleepily at his hair.
Sukuna’s fingers were still wrapped around his ankles, tight yet rubbing soothing circles over his skin. It left him feeling on edge. Just off-kilter enough that he began to second guess just what his twin might want. Nothing like that had happened in so long, he was just being paranoid. Because they were practically adults now, clearly outgrown whatever had happened when they were younger. Because now Choso was right there.
“What’s the matter, brat?”
Yuuji’s stomach dropped, butterflies taking up the empty space. “I need to go to the bathroom.” It wasn’t a lie either, he really did, but he needed to be off the couch even more. Anything to put some space between his brothers.
Risking a glance down, Sukuna was already staring at him. Watching curiously. Thoughtfully. A grin tilted across his lips before his arm suddenly pressed against Yuuji’s stomach, making his leg kick even harder to try and alleviate some of the pressure.
Immediately Yuuji was grabbing at his arm, trying his hardest not to wake Choso. “No. Wait.” It was whispered out, and Sukuna didn’t listen.
“What, you like this or something? Perv.” He pressed a little more weight against Yuuji’s belly just because he could. Just because it was him. Nails dug in sharp against Sukuna’s arm, the pressure disappearing as he ripped his arm away, hissing at the sudden pain. And Yuuji’s face flooded with red, hands trying to cover himself as if that would somehow make his brother unable to tell just what was going through Yuuji’s mind.
It must have been from earlier. Heat and curiosity left simmering through his body from being interrupted before he could do anything. That was it. That was all.
A hand smacked his own away, immediately followed by his twin's hand pressing between his thighs. Wrapping around his dick through his sweats, squeezing enough that Yuuji choked when a moan nearly slipped out and a scoff of a laugh followed the action. “Knew you were still a freak.” As if somehow it was Yuuji’s fault that Sukuna’s hand was on his dick. As if it was all on him for this happening in the first place.
The hand didn’t move though, trying to take steadying breaths as he watched Sukuna from behind Choso’s thigh - still blissfully unaware of just what his brothers were doing right under his nose. God, Cho would lose his mind. Deep down, Yuuji knew it would be Sukuna that would take the brunt of it though, even if he would never admit that out loud. Knew that because of that, he had to do everything he could to make sure Choso didn’t wake up.
The TV flashed with lights, shouting and gunfire ringing out from whatever scene was now playing. Loud enough that once again, they both froze. Breaths held as they waited for the noise to wake Choso. And just as Yuuji could have guessed, Sukuna’s hand began moving before it all ended. There was still shouting, still loud enough and bright enough that there was every possibility for Choso to wake, yet his twin’s hand slipped under the band of his pants. Wrapping around his dick, making Yuuji’s eyes squeeze shut, head turning to bury against Choso’s stomach as he tried to will himself into stillness.
“Come on, Yuu. Stop pretending you don’t like this anymore.” There was something in Sukuna’s voice that made Yuuji’s eyes finally open. Tightness creeping through the words like he might have actually been bothered, forced out as if he was just teasing. Turning his head back just to catch Sukuna’s eyes, mouth narrowed down into a thin line. “What, you want him in on this too?”
There it was. That spark of jealousy Sukuna tried so hard to hide with sharp words and rough hands. Like he could read through Yuuji’s mind and knew just what he had been thinking before he had even gotten home.
Another stroke along his dick made him groan, gritting his teeth as he tried to muffle it. Hips bucking up barely an inch as his body searched for more, even as he tried to deny the words.
“It’s not like that,” he managed to wheeze out, mouth falling slack when Sukuna’s hand sped up at the words.
Choso shifted, a heavy sigh falling from him as he turned. More weight now crushing against Yuuji’s chest. Struggling to catch his breath when he felt a dick press against his shoulder. Still soft, but it was Choso’s and he could feel it. Shuddering even as he matched Sukuna’s hand, finally taking a deep breath through his nose only to be met with a flood of Choso’s body wash.
“Looks like it.” Again, Sukuna’s words came out sharp, and Yuuji’s hand wrapped around his wrist. Groaning at the heat and the pressure working over his length, nuzzling his face into Choso’s belly because he knew what was coming. Knew just what type of mood Sukuna was in now. “What would he say if he woke up right now?” The hand around him tightened. Squeezing over the tip and digging a thumb against the slit that had Yuuji nearly choking to silence himself. “Think he would join in?” Sukuna’s voice dropped, sounding more like a warning. “Think he would let you suck him off?”
The thoughts flooded Yuuji’s mind. Head swimming with the image; Choso waking. Realising what had been happening and seeing the way Sukuna had Yuuji squirming. The way he would harden, pressing into Yuuji’s shoulder before asking if he could help. If Yuuji wouldn’t mind. Thighs crushing around Yuuji’s head as Choso fed his dick all the way into Yuuji’s throat, matching Sukuna’s pace.
Yuuji’s hand tightened its grip around Sukuna’s wrist. Muffled moans slipping out, positive there must be drool soaking into Choso’s shirt by now. Chills raced across his skin as his belly tensed. That familiar pit drawing tight inside of him, encouraged along by Sukuna’s hand. “Sukuna,” he whispered, the words slipping through quiet and breathless.
It was only then, when Yuuji finally said his name, that Sukuna’s scowl turned. Flipped on his face into a wild grin as he watched Yuuji now. Studying every movement. The slack in his jaw as more drool leaked out, soaking into the fabric of Choso’s shirt. The roll of his eyes just before they squeezed shut. His thighs pressed into Sukuna’s leg, spreading open further just like he knew would happen. And finally his stomach tensed. Spine curling forward as that first twitch pulsed against Sukuna’s palm, and chuckling when he didn’t stop it from happening. Staining easily through Yuuji’s pants as he rocked himself slowly against Sukuna’s hand now, ragged breaths being drawn in over and over.
Bleary eyes peeled open, soft when they landed on Sukuna in the haze of fading pleasure. And then it faded more, Sukuna now grinning when Yuuji’s lips tilted down, laughing when his heel suddenly stomped against Sukuna’s thigh. “You know how much I -”
A loud crash slammed through the room from the TV, all three jolting at the sudden noise. Sukuna’s hand immediately disappeared, and Yuuji had to fight off the grimace that nearly leaked over his face. Sticky, cold underwear now plastered to his dick, the mess that had leaked down soaking through the fabric of even his sweats.
“What time is it?” The groggy question came from Choso, half awake now as he looked around. A soft smile grew at the sight of Sukuna, because his brothers were home with him.
“Bedtime, Cho. Come on, we’re going to head to bed too.”
Moving slowly, Choso untangled himself from where he was wrapped around Yuuji. Seeming oblivious to what had just happened, helping Yuuji up from the couch with half shut eyes, too tired to either notice or care that he was trying to keep his front turned away. Had he been awake, he would have latched onto that oddity in seconds. It made Yuuji feel a little guilty when he said a silent prayer of thanks for Choso being so tired. Just for tonight.
The moment Choso was through his bedroom door, Yuuji rushed to shut his own. Locking the door not a split second before the handle started to turn, an electric rush zapping down his spine even as he grinned and Sukuna tried harder.
“Let me in, brat.” It was demanding, almost scary. Would be, really, if Yuuji couldn’t hear the whine that Sukuna was no doubt trying to force from his voice. Backing away, he gave an exaggerated yawn, making sure Sukuna could hear the creak of bedsprings as he plopped himself down.
“‘m tired. Night, Kuna!” There was a good chance he was going to pay for this. Probably wouldn’t make it through the night without his twin finding a way into his room. Nothing new for them, really. Even so, he settled himself into his bed, trying to hide his smirk as he listened to the door rattle once more. Imagining the sight of Sukuna just past it, hand twisting in his attempt to get in, just because he needed to see Yuuji. No matter how hard his brother tried to act like he was little more than a nuisance, he knew just how possessive he was when it came to him.
**
Okay. Attempt two. This was totally fine, and nothing bad would happen. It was just pictures.
That was what Yuuji kept telling himself, over and over as he once more found himself staring at the screen of an empty profile. Ready to be decorated to fit him, filled with pictures and videos of him. He had a few loaded up, something to start off slow. Easy. Nothing too risky, just some shots taken after the gym, sweat still dripping over his skin. Face blurred, triple checking that somehow he hadn’t selected the wrong one even though he could clearly see that he hadn’t.
All he had to do was press post.
The breath in his lungs left the moment he did it. Stunned at himself, as if it wasn’t him in control over his own body. Maybe he could just delete it and pretend it never happened. On the other hand, there was absolutely no way that anyone could know just who it was. No tattoos. No piercings. A vague locker room that looked like any other gym, that really could be anywhere in the world.
No. Fuck it. He was keeping it up.
He posted a few more, all blurred when needed and all missing items of clothes, but nothing that could be labeled as lewd. Then spent the next hour trying to piece together his profile, just in case someone actually decided to look at him. He couldn’t just leave it empty, looking like nothing more than a bot profile. Yuuji needed money to help Choso. If he was going to do this, he was going to try and do it right.
After a while, he let out a heavy breath, staring at the page. Pink and white and black, cuteness almost overbearing and completely mismatched for the look of the pictures. He kind of liked it though. It felt like him, even if there was no real information given in his description.
And weeks passed like that. Slowly but surely gaining attention, attracting a few people that were willing to subscribe to his content. It was a rush, seeing that notification. They liked the look of him so much they were willing to send him money every month. Not much - nothing that he could make a difference with, but enough that he treated his brothers to some take out one night, telling them that he had picked up a part time job at the school. Convincing Choso it was fine because it paid and it counted as a university credit.
His brother had grumbled, telling Yuuji that all he needed to do was focus on his studies. And Yuuji had to swallow down the guilt, only made better by the way he got to see Choso’s shoulders relax for the first time in months.
The day he posted his first video was the day he got his first tip. Staring in shock at the fifty dollars sent to him, a little message attached in his inbox. Cute, would love to see you draw it out. His heart was thundering in his chest, staring at the balance and then back to the message. Really, it was a small ask. He would be making a video anyway.
It sent a thrill up his spine when he opened the camera of his phone a few days later. Shaky thumb pressing the record button right where he lay in his bed, already hyperaware of the blood rushing just beneath his skin with what he was doing. Draw it out. That should be… easy. He was only a little impatient.
Instead of jumping right into, he teased his fingers over his thighs. Still bared from the shorts he had worn to workout earlier, muscles jumping under such a light touch. The sun was still shining through the window, later afternoon warmth brightening his room and making it feel all the more risky because of it. No darkness or night to hide just what he was doing.
Yuuji’s fingers dipped under the hem of his shorts, ghosting even closer to his dick. The twitch all the more visible with how loose the fabric now sat around his hips from laying down. Brushing a thumb along the waistband, goosebumps prickling across his skin as he tugged them down just enough to give a glimpse of trimmed hair and nothing else. Palming over himself, flushing at the realisation that with how close his phone was to his face, they would be able to hear every breath that was falling from him. Every moan if he let them out.
He waited until he was straining against his shorts, fabric drawn taut over his dick and a small spot of wetness darkening the black of the shorts. Finally pulling himself free, squeezing around the tip just to make another bead of precome drip out. That little action pulled the first moan from him, watching the clear liquid bubble out and then trail along the tip of his cock.
Already he wanted to fist over himself, eagerness vibrating under his skin. He could feel the way warmth was seeping down his spine, coiling tight and hot at the base of his dick. Had to fight to keep his hand moving slow. Gripping loosely, even though that did nothing to help, just making his hips rock up eagerly in search of more.
He was trying to keep an eye on the time, letting go the moment he was close and shuddering when he twitched against his belly. Precome leaked freely now, staining his shirt and glistening against his palm. Counting down a full twenty seconds before his hand shot back down, wrapping around himself once more.
A curse slipped out under his breath, toes curling into his blanket. Eyes flickering between his hands; the one wrapped around himself, speeding up now and the one holding the phone. Still nervous. Still thrilled at the sight, almost stunned with himself that he was actually doing this.
Trying to make sure the angle was good enough, that it would catch what he knew was coming. His breaths were falling faster, every pant and choked off moan caught easily by the phone so close to his face. Thighs tensing as he fucked upwards into his hand, tip red and soaked now.
And then everything froze. Groaning, eyes squeezed shut as his head smacked back into his pillow. The sudden release of tension rushed through his body, while his hand still fisted loosely over himself. Stomach tensing with each shock that followed, the damp warmth of come seeping through his shirt and burning against the exposed skin of his belly. Dripping over his hand as the last few drops spilled out.
It took Yuuji a few seconds to catch his breath, stroking his thumb across the tip of his cock just to feel the slide even though it made his body feel like it was on the verge of seizing solid. And then he hit the bright red button to end the video, tossing his phone into the mess of blankets on his bed. Before anything, he needed a shower and fresh clothes.
The soiled shirt was tossed into his bin, scurrying out of his room as if he might get caught. Trying to talk himself down from the anxiousness that was building once more, because he was home alone. No one knew. No one was going to know. Too focused on trying to wipe his hands clean to notice the way the bathroom light shut off as he made his way closer just to walk straight into what felt like a solid wall.
Yuuji could tell by just the press of the fingers on his arms that Choso was home. Early. “What are you doing here?” It came out panicked, wincing at how sharp the words sounded. His brother seemed to pick up on it too, frowning just a little even though his hands stayed against Yuuji’s arm.
“One of my clients changed their mind and went with a smaller tattoo. Are you okay?” Choso’s eyes were scouring over Yuuji’s face, and immediately he could feel the way his cheeks flushed under the scrutiny. Almost raising the hand still sticky and wet to scratch at his head before he dropped it to his side, hiding it behind his back.
“Yeah! Yeah. Totally. Just surprised to see you home so early.” Then Yuuji cleared his throat, eyes flicking up to his brothers and widening at the realisation they were still locked onto his face. “Just feeling gross from the gym so I was going to take a shower.”
His brother’s face relaxed, smiling warmly. Dark eyes still locked intently onto his face and his hand still wrapped around Yuuji’s arm, soothing circles into his skin that reminded him a little too much of Sukuna’s own wrapped around his ankle. But it was different, he tried to tell himself, therefore there was no reason to dwell on the warmth of his hand.
“Alright, I’m going to start supper soon. Are you hungry?”
God, he needed to get into the bathroom now before Choso clued in to just how awkward he was being and started asking questions. Pestering him to make sure he was okay even as the come on his hand began drying, feeling flaky against his skin. Gross.
Slipping between Choso and the wall, Yuuji forced a smile onto his face. Choso turned with him, waiting for his answer. “Yeah! Super hungry. I’ll uhh… be down. Soon.” His face felt like it was on fire, like Choso must be able to tell what he had just been doing just from how long he had been looking at him. The only saving grace was that Sukuna wasn’t home. If anyone was to really notice, it would be him.
Finally, Yuuji managed to shut the door and sagged against it. Grimacing as he peeled now sticky clothes from himself, balling them up and waiting for the water to warm. Tension seeped from his muscles, groaning as everything started to relax. Mind clearing the longer he stood there, scrubbing sweat and come from his skin and leaving him feeling almost lighter when he finally stepped out.
It was fine. Everything was fine.
The moment he stepped into his room, his anxiety spiked once more. “What are you doing in here?” Too high pitched. Too rushed. Sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he looked over. Confused. Annoyed. Searching. Yuuji wanted to curse himself for reacting like that, yet his eyes were searching his blanket, looking for his phone to make sure it hadn’t been touched.
His heart felt like it missed a beat, thudding painfully in his ribs when he noticed it tossed onto his pillow. Not where he had left it. “What the hell? We’re you going through my phone?” Sukuna’s brow raised, leaning back into the computer chair and watching Yuuji’s frantic movements as he snatched his phone from the bed. Realising only then that his hands were still holding the rest of his clothes, grumbling to himself now as he turned.
The bin was empty.
“Where are my clothes?”
Finally Sukuna scoffed, shaking his head even as he turned back to the computer. “Why are you being such a fucking weirdo right now? Choso took them. Fuck off.”
“Get off my computer.” This time, Sukuna ignored him. Continuing to mess around on one of Yuuji’s games, as if he wasn’t even in the room. “I mean it, Kuna. Off. I need to do some homework before supper.”
Yuuji’s heart felt like it was pounding in his chest. Had Sukuna seen the video? Had he gone snooping through Yuuji’s computer? Had Choso noticed the mess all over his shirt? Yuuji felt like he was about to get sick, stomach twisting when Sukuna finally looked over. Watching him silently, making Yuuji feel like his twin was picking apart everything racing through his mind.
Was he waiting for Yuuji to bring it up?
“Fine.” Sukuna scoffed as he stood. “What the fuck ever. And I got a new phone. Changed the number in yours.” Even with all the space between them, Sukuna still walked too close, shouldering past him on purpose hard enough that Yuuji’s back crashed against his wall. Clutching his clothes tighter to his stomach, as if Sukuna might somehow know just what was on them and only relaxing once his room was silent.
**
Sukuna growled as he slammed his bedroom door open. Slamming it shut behind him, praying that Yuuji would hear it and feel guilty. That he would come crawling down the hall for an apology for being so fucking weird. What the hell had his problem been today? He was never that cagey about his computer, let Sukuna use it whenever he wanted. Never cared about Sukuna using his phone either, even though that wouldn’t have been a red flag really - Yuuji had learned that a phone left unguarded meant a free-for-all for Sukuna to send dumb messages to whoever he felt like.
No, there was something different this time.
It couldn’t have been porn. Sukuna had already teased him to hell and back over that until Yuuji had stopped caring. Had ended with a more than satisfactory outcome for them both after a while, teasing his twin over the things he had in his history. That was when they were younger though.
Was it friends? Did he meet someone? His stomach felt too tight, swallowing down the tightness in his throat as he tried to imagine Yuuji staying up late. Messaging some fucking idiot that he already knew wouldn’t be good enough. That was his brother. His. The thought continued to eat at him, ignoring his brother’s all through supper and leaving the second he was done. Walking through the neighbourhood and kicking over a bin that someone had forgotten to bring in. Not returning until late into the night just to spend the rest tossing and turning, half tempted to sneak his way back into Yuuji’s room just to wake him up and ask him about it. Because Yuuji wouldn’t do that. Would he?
He managed to make it through half the day of classes before he decided to skip the rest. Pointless fillers that didn’t matter to him, opting instead to figure out just what the hell Yuuji had been so weird about the day before. That at least, was something he thought was important.
The house was silent when he let himself in, kicking his shoes towards the mat and tossing keys onto the table. Jacket slung over the back of the couch before he was seating himself at Yuuji’s computer, staring at the black screen. There was a sudden feeling of something too tight - too fluttery, in his stomach.
What if he didn’t like what he found? How would he convince Yuuji that whoever it was that had caught his attention wasn’t worth the time. He couldn’t just abandon him. Them. Couldn't abandon his brothers.
Whatever it was, clearly it wasn’t something he had thought worth changing his pass code for, even if it barely settled Sukuna’s stomach. Barely tempered whatever it was that was pumping through his veins at the thought of Yuuji getting close to someone else.
Chats. Nothing. Gaming servers. Nothing there either. Socials were a bust, just a bunch of dumb videos sent between him and his friends. Emails, nothing again. Finally he opened the internet page, scrolling through the recommended pages for a site that popped out that he didn’t recognise. Opening his history, scrolling through the last week’s worth of time stamps and only then did he freeze.
So it was porn. He wanted to laugh. He was going to tease Yuuji for months. Clicking the link, that possessive worry that he had no interest in addressing settled, now turning into curiosity at just what Yuuji was watching to have him so embarrassed over it. Freezing when he clicked Yuuji’s profile, thinking he would find his history and being met instead with videos posted by his account.
Sukuna scrolled to the bottom, staring at the first pictures posted. Lip curling the more he scrolled up, watching pictures turn more revealing, less and less clothes every time until he was finally naked. Dozens of them. Even a couple videos.
So Yuuji wanted to tease him. Play hard to get with him, yet had no problem showing it all off for strangers online. He continued to scroll, watching through the videos, mood souring even as his dick began to harden. Watching every second with laser focus, turning the volume up so he could hear every fucking sound that Yuuji gave for other people. Searching through messages, glowering at the comments left under his posts and the fact that people were even sending him extra money - and requests.
The front door opened then shut. “Hey, Kuna!” Yuuji called out, oblivious to what Sukuna had just found. Leaving the room, he didn’t bother exiting out of the page. Following the sounds of his twin until he found him in the kitchen, shoulder slamming into Yuuji’s when he tried to walk past.
“Ow, man. What the fuck is your problem today?” Yuuji didn’t even look bothered by the action, mildly annoyed at most. Just another day to him when he had lived with Sukuna his whole life. Who knew what would happen to piss him off.
“Guess I’m in a bad mood.”
Yuuji sighed, head tilting back and eyes closing as he seemed to take a moment to ready himself. Finally turning, letting a flat stare fall on Sukuna. “Yeah. I can tell. You gonna be a dick about it?” Sukuna didn’t respond, rolling his shoulders instead. And Yuuji just sighed again, turning to face him more. Rolling his own shoulders like he knew just what was coming. Perfectly trained for Sukuna’s moods, a thought that had a ripple of pride rushing down Sukuna’s spine. “Alright, let’s -”
Before he could finish, Sukuna was shoving at him. Yuuji stepped out of the way just in time and grinned at the sight of Sukuna’s hands pressing into empty air as he darted to the other side of the couch. “Gonna have to try harder than that.”
Of course Yuuji still thought this was a game. Sukuna wanting to get some frustration out through some wrestling. The memory of the last video flashed through Sukuna’s mind, moving faster than Yuuji had expected before his back slammed into the wall. Wheezing at just how hard it connected while Sukuna’s arm pressed against his chest, keeping him pinned. He was a little surprised the drywall hadn't cracked under the pressure.
“What the hell, man?”
Sukuna watched Yuuji for a moment, staring through him as he remembered the pictures. Yuuji needed to know that he was his. He caught the moment Yuuji squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly looking a little more cautious. Like he had caught on that this wasn’t just for fun this time. And his own face grew just a little more eager.
The moment Sukuna moved, Yuuji managed to twist just enough to slip down. Ducking out of the way of the hand sailing right for his face and jabbing his own into Sukuna’s stomach. A groan was forced out, ignoring the sharp pain in favour of grabbing Yuuji’s hair. Yanking back just as he tried to dart away and revelling in the yelp that came from him.
A knee flew upwards, just barely able to reach Sukuna’s stomach and he knew that if it had managed to connect, Yuuji would have been free of his grip. It just grazed his shirt though, and his fingers tightened in Yuuji’s hair as he dragged him towards his room. He needed his brother to know that he knew. Needed him to see just what Sukuna had seen, so he could know just why he was so angry.
When Yuuji realised where they were going, he struggled harder. Breath catching in a way that Sukuna knew all too well, fingers gripping at his shirt like he wanted to try and pull him closer.
“Kuna, wait.” He dragged Yuuji forward, shoving at his head to send him sprawling back across his bed and waited. Sure enough, Yuuji glared at him before he registered the screen still lit up. Looking towards it, Yuuji’s face fell blank at the sight of his profile still up. “Wait, that’s … That’s not what it looks like.” Wide eyes turned back towards him, cheeks flushing bright pink now. “I can explain. I just…”
The words died in Yuuji’s throat, tense breaths rushing out when Sukuna stepped closer. “Sorry, you were just about to explain why you’re whoring yourself out online?”
“I’m not! It’s not - I just -”
One minute Sukuna was staring down at Yuuji, watching him flounder over his words as if there was any other explanation. The next, they were struggling against each other. Grappling with each other’s hands as Sukuna tried to shove up at his shirt, vibrating with how badly he needed Yuuji to see just who he belonged to. A fist collided with Yuuji’s jaw, grinning at the sound that left him, turning into a laugh when a fist slammed into his cheek the next second after. Feeling Yuuji’s hips rock up against him, squirming at the pressure of Sukuna’s ass against his dick even as his arms tried to pin back down to his sides.
As if he didn’t want this. Sukuna knew better.
Sure enough, after a too-long struggle that let their fists fly more than once, Yuuji shuddered beneath him as hands wrapped around his waist, now free from his shirt. Pupils already blown wide, Sukuna’s tongue darting out to taste the blood that dripped across Yuuji’s lip. A soft groan bled into his mouth with it, Yuuji’s nails digging into his arm as if he was still giving him a warning.
It was less of a struggle to get his pants off, the rage settling - just barely - as he watched Yuuji shove down his underwear himself. Already hard. Eager for Sukuna to continue even as he glared up, tugging at Sukuna’s own shirt to make him take it off.
He didn’t bother taking his own off. Letting Yuuji’s hands be the one to snap the button open and pulling him free, groaning at the sight of himself in his twin’s hands. Adjusting his thighs only to have his phone dig in, ready to rip it out of his pocket and toss it to the side before he froze.
Bringing the phone up, he saw the moment Yuuji registered just what he was about to do. Trying to grab it from his hands as Sukuna held it out of reach, resting all of his weight onto Yuuji’s chest as he brought the camera up. Turned back just to meet Yuuji’s eyes as he hit the record button.
“What’s the matter?” It came out soft and teasing, but they could both hear the anger that had barely simmered in it. “You got no problem showing off for everyone, right? Might as well let ‘em see it all.”
“Sukuna, stop.” Even with the words, he could see the colour on Yuuji’s cheeks brighten. Could see the way his dick twitched, body betraying the words coming out of his mouth. “It’s not - If any one we know sees them…” He trailed off, struggling to take in a breath. Sukuna turned the camera back on him, finally lifting the weight from Yuuji’s chest just to wrap his hand around his dick, catching the way he arched off the bed immediately with the touch.
“Good thing you know how to blur your face, huh?” His hand didn’t stay there long, raising to his mouth to let spit slide over them before he was bringing them back down. Bringing them lower, sliding against Yuuji’s hole and catching his gasp at the feeling. “Bet you already planned to show them what you look like getting fucked.”
His finger pressed in, a feral grin splitting across his face when Yuuji’s mouth went slack. Thighs spreading wider, like he was already accepting he wanted more even though Sukuna knew in a few seconds he would go right back to being the brat he always was.
“Were you?” He suddenly asked, letting spit drop down and teasing a second finger against him. It would be a stretch, but Yuuji deserved it as far as he was concerned. He knew he could take it. “What would you have done? Fucked yourself open on one of those little fucking toys you got hidden away?”
Just as expected, Yuuji’s face went bright red. A hand smacking at his face even as Yuuji groaned his name, wondering if there was a way to edit out sound. Hopefully. If not…
Oh well.
The smack stung, skin tingling where Yuuji’s palm had landed. It made his dick ache, shoving the two fingers in deeper just to see the way his brother would respond. Catching it all on his camera when Yuuji’s eyes rolled, back arching off the bed, not that anyone else but him would see that sight. Feeding them into him over and over, years of practice now paying off with how well he knew his brother’s body.
Just like he knew how impatient Yuuji would get. Hand stroking over himself, reaching for Sukuna so he could touch him. Hips bucking up to try and entice him to go further. To give him more. Nails digging in sharp against Sukuna’s waist when he didn’t. The pain bit in, coiling more heat through his chest and leaking down into his gut. He wanted more.
“Get your lube,” he finally groaned, pulling his fingers free. Yuuji rolled his eyes, mouth opening to no doubt say something sharp back but Sukuna cut him off. “Get it or I’m just using my spit.” Again, Yuuji stared at him for a moment before he huffed. Twisting in his bed to reach for the drawer on the nightstand, making sure to lift his foot just so he could shove it into Sukuna’s stomach.
The moment it was in his hands, Sukuna dropped the camera and dragged him down. Lifting muscled thighs over his own, snatching the bottle from Yuuji’s grip and pouring it into his hands.
“You’re so fucking impatient,” Yuuji sighed, but there was a grin on his face now. Teeth still marked red from some of the blood that had leaked into his mouth from Sukuna’s fists, making him want to taste it once more. He did just that, growling as he tasted copper and candy, mixed together to blend into Yuuji.
Pulling back, he grabbed the phone again. Dragging Yuuji’s hand down to make him grab at his own thigh, keeping it open and spread as he pressed against him. Yuuji’s breath caught, brows drawing together as the tip of Sukuna’s cock met pressure, taking his time with it all before it finally slid in. Sukuna finally let out a harsh breath at the feeling of Yuuji squeezing around him, feeling his body fighting to adjust to the intrusion.
Maybe he shouldn’t have filmed this. He wanted that to be his and his alone. He also wanted people to see just who Yuuji belonged to, even if they couldn’t see their faces.
Yuuji’s teeth snapped together when he slid in further, hands rushing to reach for anything he could get. Patting over Sukuna’s waist, fingers just barely reaching before they tangled into his sheets instead. Giving him a scarce few seconds when he was finally settled, hips pressed flush against Yuuji as his body tensed around him.
“What, you gotta pace yourself or something?”
Yuuji’s words made Sukuna’s eyes snap up, tearing away from the sight of him buried inside Yuuji’s body. Lip curling as he dragged himself out, then snapping back in hard enough that his brother choked on the air in his lungs. “That better?” He growled, the heat in his chest spreading when Yuuji nodded for him.
“Course it is.” He sank inside Yuuji again, each thrust sharp and deep, drawing nearly all the way out before he slid back in. “Fucking slut.”
He expected Yuuji to flush. Whine. At least show a little embarrassment at the dig. Instead, Yuuji’s lips split into a grin, breaking the cut that had barely begun to heal. Blood beaded across his lip, dripping onto his chin, and then Yuuji laughed. Meeting Sukuna’s eyes before he was pressing himself up, thighs wrapping around his waist and an arm hooking around the back of his neck.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you see just how much of a slut I am.”
He knew the words were meant to antagonise him. Watching Yuuji’s grin grow as Sukuna’s faded. He would know if Yuuji was actually out doing anything like that - with anyone like that - he would know.
Yuuji’s hips rocked against him, using the leverage of his hold on Sukuna’s neck to lift himself up before dropping down. Gritting his teeth when Sukuna’s fingers dug in painfully against his waist, bruising the skin there. Crushing their lips together before he let their tongues meet just to moan at the feeling of his twin’s tongue inside his mouth. Tasting the blood that still beaded against his lip. Yuuji pulled away, breathing into his mouth and letting their lips brush once more before he buried his head down. Teeth grazed Sukuna’s shoulder before they lodged into his skin, groaning at the sudden pain that had his stomach feeling too tight.
The phone lay forgotten on the bed, still recording the sounds of them even with it buried down into the sheets.
There was an itch growing in him to get Yuuji back for the words though. To get the last say, and keep himself on top of their little battle. Keep him embarrassed, just like he deserved for what he had been doing. Shifting his legs out from under them just to drag their bodies down to the edge of the bed, remembering to reach for the phone once he had Yuuji right where he wanted.
Sukuna’s hand wrapped around Yuuji’s cock, catching the way he jolted at the touch. Dripping out now just like he always did. And then Sukuna spoke, making sure that Yuuji’s face was clear on the camera, just so he could have something to hold over him because he knew how much Yuuji was still unwilling to admit to this part of him. “Wonder what Cho would think of your videos.”
Instantly, Yuuji’s face flushed even brighter. Eyes widening like he was finally nervous even though his dick pulsed under Sukuna’s grip, stomach tightening like he was suddenly trying to hold himself back and just the mention of their brother’s name.
“I think he would be your number one subscriber, don’t you?”
“Sukuna…” Whatever he was going to say was lost to a moan, twisting over the tip of Yuuji’s cock just how he knew he liked.
“‘Magine him tucked away in his room after work, touching himself as he watches you. Bunch of fuckin’ freaks, aren’t you?”
Yuuji’s face screwed up, teeth digging in what he was sure was painfully to lip. Watching the way Yuuji’s body suddenly tensed, back arching up off the bed. Coming spilling out in ropes across his stomach. His chest. Sukuna’s fingers dragged through it, leaning forward even as he continued to fuck into his brother, letting come covered fingers press into his mouth with barely any fight now.
“You’re a fucking perv, you know that?” Sukuna’s hips snapped in again, this time hard enough that Yuuji finally whined for him. The sound rang through Sukuna’s head, grinning when Yuuji then pouted.
“Kuna, it’s too -” He choked on another moan, shuddering at the shock that raced up his spine, pleasure and pain mixing together just right. “Too much.”
Sukuna didn’t stop, focusing instead of snapping his hips in faster. Harder. Watching Yuuji’s face finally break, whimpering as Sukuna continued to use his body. His own fingers slid through the mess over his stomach, groaning at the feeling of his come covering his skin. Then he lifted his hand, bleary eyes meeting Sukuna’s as his tongue licked up the mess, and Sukuna’s head went quiet. Vision blurring around the edges as every muscle seemed to tense. Stomach tightening until the tension snapped, spilling out inside Yuuji’s body.
He let himself ride it out, slowing down until he finally stilled. Only then did he pull out, catching the way his come dripped out right after and making sure the camera caught it all. He wasn’t sure if Yuuji would actually post anything like that, wasn’t even sure if he wanted him to. But if he did… They would all know that Yuuji was his. Marked up by him. Belonging to him.
The phone suddenly kicked out of his hand, crashing against the wall. “You’re a fucking dick,” Yuuji grumbled as he pushed himself up. There was still a flush over his cheeks, warmth pooling under his skin, and Sukuna just grinned. Still tight, still a little too forced, but there was a sliver of satisfaction there as well.
“I’ll make sure I send you that so all your little fans can jerk off to it too.” It came out teasing, but there was a warning there as well. Almost demanding Yuuji keep it for himself. Daring him to post it. Sukuna grabbed his phone from where it had landed, checking for any cracks. “You’re lucky you didn’t break this, by the way.” Then he laughed, almost like he was back to as normal as Sukuna could be. “I would have beat the shit out of you.”
Just then, the closing of the front door echoed up towards them. Both freezing at the sound before they were scrambling to properly dress. Yuuji grimaced at the feeling of come dripping down his thigh, shoving Sukuna out of his way to grab at a shirt in his laundry bin. Wiping the excess from his skin, and then rushing to get his clothes on.
Each footstep signalled condemnation. Choso’s voice drifting up the stairs, on the phone but calling out to them anyways. “You two up here?”
“Yeah!” Yuuji answered immediately, arms struggling to shove their way through the right holes of his shirt. Sukuna was already tucked back away, stepping towards the door like he was about to leave in his panic before he turned and hurried onto Yuuji’s bed instead. Choso was just a few feet away now. They had to be normal. They couldn’t let him know what had just happened. He couldn’t -
“Computer,” Sukuna hissed, just as Yuuji’s head popped through his shirt. Yuuji froze for a second, and Sukuna had to wonder if it was just a second too long. Choso stepped through the door just as Yuuji rushed forward, flinging himself into his chair. Choso’s eyes flickered up, brows drawing together just as the screen turned black.
“What are you guys up to?” There was mostly confusion, but Sukuna was convinced that he could hear the accusation in his brother’s voice. Whatever. He was bound to find out at some point.
Yuuji spun in the chair, grinning far too wide and making Choso’s brow raise now in concern. “Just finished up some homework. Hanging out. You know.” Then he shrugged, and Choso nodded slowly. Clearly now filled with more disbelief, yet their saving grace was the fact that it was Yuuji that had said it. Yuuji didn’t lie. Yuuji didn’t hide things. Choso’s eyes flickered over to Sukuna, studying him for a moment, and he was struck with the faint feeling that Choso knew. That he was maybe, dare he say it, even a little jealous that it was Sukuna cuddled up on Yuuji’s bed and not him.
“Why are you home so early?” Yuuji asked, and again, it sounded too forced. Too light. Too breathless. Sukuna could have rolled his eyes at how stupid he seemed.
Choso looked back to Yuuji for a second, then returned his stare to Sukuna. “It’s my half day, I’m always off at this time.” There was a faint dip between his brows, and Sukuna couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Resting his head on top of his arm as he let himself get settled in Yuuji’s bed, watching Choso’s eyes scan over them both.
Then Choso’s eyes narrowed further, stepping closer and ignoring the way Yuuji stilled in place. Fight and flight seemingly leaving his mind, opting to just freeze instead as if Choso wouldn’t come closer if he stopped moving. “Were you guys fighting again?”
Slim fingers gripped gently at Yuuji’s face, a thumb pressing into the split on his lip. Both of them getting to see the way Choso’s breath seemed to get stuck in his throat when Yuuji winced, tongue darting out to lick at the blood and catching Choso’s thumb too. Sukuna watched it all unfold, glowering at them both as Choso lifted his thumb, licking at it himself before he used to scrub the stain away.
Sukuna wanted to scoff. As if he was that slick. That little action gave Choso just a taste of Yuuji’s blood. There was one reason and one reason only that Choso was doing that, and it was because he was trying to move in on what already belonged to Sukuna. Watching the way Choso finally sighed, nodding slowly. Had they been talking?
“Be nicer to your brother,” Choso finally sighed, turning his gaze back towards him. And he was trying to sound stern, Sukuna was sure, but there was a faint flush across pale cheeks that had his lip curling because he knew exactly why.
Instead, he smiled. Sickeningly sweet. “I’ll be the nicest brother he could ask for.”
Yuuji’s head snapped towards him. Annoyed. Like he didn’t appreciate the sarcasm that so clearly dripped from the words. And just a little hungry, like he was curious to see just what Sukuna meant. Just how opposite he was going to act the moment they were alone. Choso hummed, frowning once more as he stared at the split on Yuuji’s lip before he finally stepped away. “Would you still like to watch a movie tonight?”
Instantly Yuuji perked up and Sukuna groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Wondering just who might be around for him to go hangout with instead of sitting through another shitty movie with his brothers.
**
Stretching across his bed, Choso relaxed in the soft sunlight that was drifting through thin curtains. Months spent working as much as he could, doing whatever it took to make ends meet while his brothers went through school finally paying off - an entire day off from work now granted. Sullied just a little by the fact that it was only really possible because of Yuuji’s extra credit with his university. If he had it his way, his brothers wouldn’t have to work at all.
However he wasn’t about to complain about the day off. It was still odd though, wandering down the hall of a silent house, empty with Yuuji and Sukuna both in class. Taking his time to make his tea, feeling lazy and relaxed and somehow… restless. An itch beneath his skin he hadn’t been able to indulge in, in quite some time.
Listening to the quiet of the house, his ears scanned for any sounds. As if somehow, Yuuji or Sukuna might have managed to hide themselves away like they did when they were younger, waiting for the most inopportune time to jump out and scare him. Except they wouldn’t do that. They were practically adults. Were adults, really.
The thought of being caught was too strong though, glancing towards the locked front door before he made his way back down the hall. It’s not like he was ashamed. He just had certain… tastes. That he didn’t need anyone questioning, or accidentally stumbling across.
The memory from a few weeks before flooded his mind. Taking Yuuji’s laundry to wash. Tossing it in, piece by piece, blissfully unaware until his fingers grabbed at something wet. He had frowned, glancing down at the shirt in his hand. Staring at the stains that had already begun to form, realising what it was before his mouth watered. Able to imagine clear as day what he was sure Yuuji looked like as he did it. So, so tempted to lift it up and -
No. No, that was too far.
He had tossed the shirt into the machine, burying it under the rest of the clothes.
Choso’s thumb swiped through the app. Previews of different people, ones that he had seen before. The sight of one picture, taken in the mirror caught his attention. Attractive enough. A name he hadn’t seen before. The profile was adorable, a complete contrast to the way the picture was presented and it made him smile - it reminded him of Yuuji, just a little. Bright and bubbly and a body just like his. The price was low too. Low enough that he only felt a little guilty when he bought past the paywall.
Exactly his type.
He scrolled to the bottom as his hand lazily trailed over the front of his pants. There was a faint feeling like he needed to rush through, get it done and over with so he wouldn’t get caught. Reminding himself that it was a day off, and his brothers weren’t home. Scrolling up a little more and taking his time to look over the newer pictures - the ones that had a lot less clothing.
It was only once he was fully hard that he finally opened one of the videos. Watching the guy’s hand stroke over himself, not bothering to rush himself just yet. There were a few more videos to get through, and the latest one looked like it involved someone else with him, already planning that that should be the video he ends on.
The guy’s hand was working over himself faster already, and Choso watched it all. Nervously pressed the volume button just to turn it up the tiniest bit more, groaning at the sounds that were leaving his phone. It was almost adorable how impatient this one was. Could imagine that Yuuji was the same. Sukuna too, in an angrier way.
The thought of the two of them together flashed through his mind. Walking into Yuuji’s room just to find them tangled up on his bed. Immediately guilt flared up through his gut, burning hot up into his chest as his hand dropped away. Far too close between his imagination and the sounds leaking through his phone. God, they even sounded like Yuuji. Or at least, what he assumed Yuuji would sound like if he heard him during something like this.
The next video was similar, yet more drawn out. Taking his time to properly tease himself until the shorts he had been wearing were tented. It took nothing to imagine it was Yuuji, because Choso was almost sure that his brother had a pair of shorts exactly like that. Similar blankets draped his bed, there was even the same laundry bin tucked almost out of sight.
Choso’s hand slowed, staring at the room just barely visible on the outskirts of the video. There was a computer chair off to the right. Same floors. Listening closer now, trying to convince himself that it couldn't be Yuuji’s voice even though seconds before he had been listening to it to try and pretend that it was.
Horrified anger swelled through him, yet it seemed his body didn’t get the memo. A whispering in the back of his mind that demanded, at least for now, that he continue watching. He could deal with the mess of it all after, but for now, he just needed to see what had been posted. See just what his little brother was doing when he said he had been working at the school. And sure, Yuuji was at the age where Choso shouldn’t have been surprised at all that he was having sex, but the realisation that he was, and that Choso hadn’t known ate at his gut.
Clicking the latest video, it took a few seconds to load. Expecting, for some reason, that it would have some corny intro that was obviously trying to be sexy. “What’s the problem? You got no problem showing off for everyone, right? Might as well let ‘em see it all.”
He knew that voice. Choso couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching it all unfold. The blur over Yuuji’s face covered every expression that he had made, wishing that he could see it all. Watching Sukuna’s fingers sink in, rushing through the whole thing even though Yuuji seemed to love it. Taking everything that was thrown at him.
Choso groaned as he worked over himself faster. Transfixed, eyes glued to his screen as he watched them together. The way they moved, the familiarity that was there.This wasn’t something that was new, he suddenly realised. How long had that been going on? How long had they been doing that right under his nose? There was a muffled sound mixed in, like words were being cut or altered, and he was so curious to know just wht they had been talking about.
When Yuuji finally came, watching it splatter across his belly, Choso nearly had to stop. There was still a few minutes left, and he needed to see how it ended. Wanted to time it just right in the hopes that he would get to see more, ignoring the bright red, blaring warning that tried to flare through his mind.
This was wrong.
He needed to see both of them finish.
There was a sharpness in his gut, burning up through his chest and pulsing through his blood. Hand squeezing as he dragged it up just to loosen on the slide down. Even though the sounds were near muted, it still felt like they must be echoing through the entire house. Half tempted to turn it up anyway, because he could hear them both now.
A soft sound slipped from Sukuna’s throat, almost positive that if he hadn’t been holding the camera, it wouldn’t have been heard. Goosebumps tore across Choso’s skin, groaning at the way his hand tightened as if that could stop what he knew was coming now. His whole body tensed, eyes fluttering shut against his will as the first rush of tension and pleasure leaked through him. Forcing his eyes back open a second later just to be met with the sight of Sukuna pulling himself free, watching come drip from Yuuji even as warmth spilled over his hand.
“You two up here?”
That was his voice. He had walked in just minutes after this had happened. A pang of anger shot through his chest. Interest. Jealousy. Protectiveness. Something he couldn’t quite name. Should he talk to them about it? Should he tell Yuuji what he had found? Would Yuuji be okay with that, or would Sukuna act out if he did? How would either of them react if they realised that he had gone through it all - watched it all?
A million questions bounced through his head while come cooled over his skin. Checking the time and sighing; he had a few hours at least to try and wrap his head around everything that had just happened. For now, he needed to focus on the next few steps - shower, go through the profile and make sure Yuuji was being safe, and then sit down and work out just how he might go about bringing this all up.