Today I am thinking of big dirty blue collar worker Sukuna coming home and getting bent over by his little twink bf Megumi.
When they first met, Sukuna didn't know what Megumi did for work and honestly didn't give a shit. He just saw this fine young thing across the bar, tall, lanky, fitted dress shirt with a few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to display his deceptively muscular biceps, black slacks hugging his fine ass just right, and he knew he had to have him. He needed to wrap his big hands around that tiny waist and see if his fingers met. So he took his shot, and found it returned with surprising snark. A brat, but clever. There was bite in their banter. And those sultry looks...
So he gets a little bolder, squeezes his thigh, whispers in his ear, things get heated and they end up back at his place. They're on each other like animals the minute the door closes. Sukuna's drowning in it, so lost in Megumi's taste that he's thrown off guard when he ends up on the bottom. But Megumi was planning it all along. He took charge like it was natural and Sukuna couldn't find it in him to fight, the words of protest dried up in his throat when Megumi looked down at him like that.
And they've been insatiable for each other ever since 😌