Kiss the Hand That Feeds You
Fushiguro Toji x Ryomen Sukuna
WC: 6.1k
Tags: Minor Violence, Injury Recovery, Rough Kissing, Hospitals, Stupid Escape Plans, Truth or Dare, Dreams, Cyborgs, Car Accidents, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Flirting
Ah, so it's his fault.
Sukuna faced Toji, who was directing his eyes away from red ones. He glared, until Toji gave in.
“Yeah I know, rookie mistake.”
Sukuna scoffed, “Rookie mistake? You’re a horrible driver, by the way. You owe me. Big time.”
Toji accidentally hits Sukuna with a car and thus now owes him an expensive dinner. In the midst of a delectable Korean BBQ, there's flirting, banter, shenanigans even.
Sukuna slowly opened his eyes. He tried reaching out to explore the expanse before him, but upon looking down at not two but four arms, he freaked out for just a moment. Everything felt like a tangled blur, and it was only when he actually tried focusing did he learn his four arms were made of metal. Strangely, it all started to feel natural. They had darker metallic engravings in them, a pattern not too different from his tattoos. He knew this wasn't his body, but at the same time it felt like it was.
Pieces fell like a puzzle from above, and this vision Sukuna was having was becoming more vivid. Someone he recognized a little too quickly for the likes of him stood a few feet away, except he looked completely different. The darkness in the other's hair remained, but Toji’s body was transformed like his was. Everything on his body was a metallic grey, except for his head. Even weirder was the fact a purple sentient robot was snug around his shoulder and hip, like it belonged there. He gets the feeling that Toji would be into something freaky like that. The salmon-haired cyborg walked forward towards the raven until he realized he was actually limping. Sukuna grunted in pain, looked down and around but couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He looked over at the other metal-man, gauging what his deal was because he was just staring back but seemingly with a hidden message he couldn’t pinpoint. They stood before the edge of a cliff, with neither of them making an effort to move. Toji was now slightly tilted away but still looking in his direction. Then, he saw his lips move.
“...Huh?” Sukuna was dumbfounded. What box was he talking about?
At that moment, everything went white.
Sukuna stirred in his sleep, having been woken up by an exchange of words between people in the room. He blinked heavily, testing his vision for a while before it registered to him that he was in a hospital room. He looked towards the nurse to the right of him, but his eyes homed in on the raven-haired man he was just dreaming about. Something within him irked at the other’s presence. What was happening? Why was he in the hospital in the first place? He snapped back to the conversation between him and the nurse when he heard Toji speak.
“Ah, I thought that was all for him.”
The nurse let out a light laugh. “No sir, I’m just filling up the cabinets with supplies.”
She proceeded to diligently finish up her task. That was when Toji caught his red eyes, watching Sukuna gradually come to his senses on the hospital bed.
“Looks like the patient’s awake,” the raven said with a soft smirk.
He fought back internally at those green eyes of his. Why did he think they were pretty even in the limelight of a hospital void? He glared at Toji and his stupid smirk. His thoughts–and scrutiny–were interrupted by the nurse approaching his bed.
“Oh good, you’re awake. How are you feeling sir Sukuna?” The nurse reached out to check on his IV and fiddled with some apparatus next to it.
Sukuna cleared his throat, suddenly feeling parched. He looked around to see if there was water nearby, but to no avail. When he attempted to sit up straight, a sharp pain hit him in his hip.
“Ouch…” he hissed out, eyebrows furrowing by the second.
“Please be careful with any sudden movements sir Sukuna. Luckily, you don't seem to have any life-threatening injuries, but you did get hit by a car so I suggest you take it slow for now.” The nurse faced Toji and spoke once more.
“He has a partially dislocated hip, but otherwise he'll be fine. The doctor will give further instructions but he does suggest resting to aid with recovery” —she paused to pick up the box she brought in earlier and continued— “and uh, I'll go ahead and get his discharge papers ready.”
She walked away from the two, exiting the room in a hurry. Toji lingered on the hospital door for a while until he turned his attention to the pink-haired man on the bed. He lets out an exasperated sigh and inches closer.
“Sorry about all this.” He gestured his hand towards him, pretty much self-explanatory.
Sukuna’s brow quirked up in confusion, not completely understanding what he meant. He rose up on the bed slowly, this time following the nurse’s advice. His hand landed on his bandaged hip, though it didn't linger as it still felt quite tender. It was right then when he remembered what occurred within the past few hours or so.
Toji and Sukuna had encountered rival clansmen–who were acting way too tough for what they actually were–and gave chase, seizing the opportunity to send a message to their leaders. Toji had successfully fought off most of the small fry by pistol-whipping them, but Sukuna was focused on beating up anyone who remotely looked challenging. More clansmen were on their way though, having overheard a fleeing enemy communicate to what was most likely their backup. The raven and salmon-haired men decided they'd done enough here and rushed towards their parked car when out of the bushes, a brave–but not for long–clansmen ambushed Sukuna. Toji had already gotten into the driver’s seat when he slammed on the gas and went full throttle towards Sukuna and the other guy. Now, Toji was aiming for the ambusher—and he did hit him—but since both the guy and Sukuna were in a scuffle, he also ended up hitting Sukuna with the edge of the car. He slammed on the brakes immediately, eye twitching and mouth flinching at the sound of impact.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Toji got out stepping over the other guy to examine Sukuna.
“Ryomen! Are you alright?” He was still moving and breathing he noted, helping his friend by the arm to hold him upright.
Sukuna, holding on to his side, grumbled and groaned, “You- I can’t-”
“Okay actually, you can yell at me later but we gotta get out of here.”
Toji hoisted him up into the front passenger seat, observing Sukuna’s face scrunch up in clear agony. He obviously felt bad, but they couldn’t just stay in the area for long. He buckled them up and drove off to one of his hospitals.
Sukuna faced Toji, who was directing his eyes away from red ones. He glared, until Toji gave in.
“Yeah I know, rookie mistake.”
Sukuna scoffed, “Rookie mistake? You’re a horrible driver, by the way. You owe me. Big time.”
“Look, I did what I thought was best in the situation—I had to get us out of there.”
Toji leaned into Sukuna’s personal space, “I promise I’ll splurge on our next meal. Your favorite, too.”
Sukuna’s face soured at Toji’s attempt at bartering. “Our? I’m gonna make you watch me eat while you get nothing.”
Though, if he’s honest, this is probably the most he’ll ever get out of Toji as a genuine apology. He knew the guy wasn’t always a huge spender despite having the money; that man loved his cash.
“What you’re offering ain’t even enough. I could buy my own food too, y'know.”
He wasn’t poor, he was just as rich as Toji—most likely having plenty more than the latter. Sukuna did want him to pay for their next meal though. He’ll get to see Toji’s annoyed face at having to pay for another man. Oh, he could savor it now.
“A meal is best enjoyed with company. Also, you’ll probably be too busy bitching about your hip to drive yourself places now,” Toji pointed out so observantly.
He glared at those mossy eyes of his. “Oh, and I wonder whose fault that is?”
“I already said I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, really.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes. “Take me home. I’m hungry as fuck.”
“Yeah, I could tell you wouldn’t last long here.”
Once the nurse came back with the discharge papers, the two men made preparations to leave. During the drive home, Toji suggested they can eat out tomorrow if his day was uneventful. Sukuna nodded at the idea, albeit a little groggily.
“I’ll think of a place by then.”
Sukuna opened the passenger side door, but waited for Toji to help him out. He was feeling particularly greedy that night.
“Give me your arm, your royal highness,” Toji exaggerated, presenting his free hand to the pink-haired man who was currently scrutinizing him.
“Keep acting up. I’ll put you in your place.”
“Alright, alright—I’ll stop,” Toji chuffed out.
Sukuna volunteered his arm in exchange for Toji’s assistance. He had to admit, the other’s grip was plenty firm, but it bothered him that his heart skipped a beat at just the contact. He bore an imaginary hole onto the raven-head’s hand, wishing it would melt off alongside his own perturbed feelings for the man. Toji, unaware of the other’s inner turmoil pauses to check up on him.
“What’s with the face? Your hip flaring up?”
For some reason that pisses Sukuna off even more. “Nah, 'm fine.”
Ugh, I’m probably feeling this way ‘cause I’ve yet to get something in my system.
Sukuna’s able to get out of the car seat with no issues, only with sodden thoughts running amok in his head. Toji braves a few glances at his tattooed friend, noticing his ever-souring mood. At least to him, Ryomen isn’t too difficult to read. Or maybe he’s just accustomed to the guy to know the many faces of his foul disposition.
Upon entering his luxurious home, Sukuna wants nothing more than to just tear off the throw pillows and lay in his maroon sheets, but the grumbling in his stomach educed what his main mission was.
“I need something in me, urgently.”
Toji, who was setting the car keys down at one of the mini-tables near the entrance, unhurriedly went towards the kitchen island where Sukuna sat on a stool. The raven-haired man took it upon himself to dig through his fridge; he had been here before under similar circumstances.
“Hmm…looks like you've got some leftover pasta. I could heat it up for you,” he volunteers as he takes a sniff of the dish. “This one's from one of your restaurants, right?”
“Ah, the Amatriciana pasta…yeah I got some the other day.” Sukuna splays the side of his face against the marble counter top, reaching out towards the food with his free hand. “Hurry. Hungry.”
“You’re lucky I feel bad about earlier, otherwise I would've told you to fuck off and do it yourself.”
“Oi, all of this that you're doing is still part of owing me.”
Toji smirked and turned away from his tattooed friend, grabbing a pan off of the mounted rack. He turned on the stove, poured in the Amatriciana pasta—which he realized he’s never tried before—and let the flames do most of the work.
The pasta’s starting to smell delicious.
He gets the feeling Sukuna can smell it in the air too; he can sense the impatient fidgeting behind his back.
“Dinner’s ready,” Toji declares with a mixture of a stoic lilt.
The raven gets out cutlery for the two of them, handing out Sukuna’s plate of heated food. He observes as the salmon-haired man digs into sauced-up pasta, shoveling down as much of the revitalized flavors into his mouth as he can. Toji decides to eat his own portion as well, satisfied with his food prep. He hears Sukuna let out a satiated noise; at last, his ferocious hunger has been sated.
Sukuna finished his meal in what felt like less than a minute.
He stood up stretching–but was promptly cut short due to an electric current of pain in his hip–and turned to walk away from the kitchen island. He paused to address his temporary chef.
“Thanks, I'm getting some shut-eye. I would say drive home safely but I forgot we were using my car today,” he huffed a laugh.
“A sleepover? Haven't been part of one in ages,” Toji joked.
“Take one of the guest rooms you imbecile.”
The raven felt like tugging on the other's string once more; he couldn't help it. “You won't need some help getting into bed? You were pretty much dead weight some minutes ago.”
Sukuna glared in the direction of those mossy eyes. He was going to retort but stopped himself from uttering a word as he just had the brightest epiphany.
“You know what, since you offered your help, I actually will be requiring your assistance. I feel so sluggish” —he yawned, though it was no act— “but I'm going to need help getting into bed. Oh and maybe out of this sweaty shirt as well.” He smirked sleepily at a stoic Toji and caught onto the slightest eye twitch.
Oh man, he will revel in this.
“Nah,” Sukuna walked away from Toji and headed to his bedroom. “And like I said earlier; this is all part of you still owing me. Usually I would ask this of Uraume but they are conveniently away tonight.”
Toji crossed his arms, patience wearing thin by the second-–though he fears he could only blame himself for jesting with the infamous pink-haired man. He let out a reluctant sigh.
“Let's get this over with, I'm tired as hell too.”
Without stopping in his tracks, Sukuna walked deeper into his bedroom. At the center laid a canopy-styled bed with dark drapes; only the best for that of a king. He sat at the edge of the mattress nearest to the night stand awaiting Toji as eagerly as a drowsy man could. He lifted his arms lazily, motioning and waiting for the raven to reach out for the hem of his shirt. It was becoming burdensome to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids were growing heavier by the second. He had to keep them open though; he wanted to ingrain Toji’s reaction in his mind before he succumbed to pillow sirens.
Sukuna snapped to attention when he felt Toji's hand bristle against his own skin. It was firm, gentle, careful–and it almost surprised him because all of this felt weirdly domestic. A little intimate, a little strange. He looked up at the man before him uncaring at the closeness, yet, something itched under his inked skin.
“Lift your arms higher,” Toji ordered Sukuna. He would’ve chewed him out for daring to, but forfeited his efforts and just reciprocated his suggestion.
Toji tossed his shirt to some corner of the room—much to Sukuna’s chagrin since he had a pristine hamper within reach. He let his grievances go for now and laid flat in his bed, letting out an exasperated but blissful sigh after finally being in his silky sheets. He immediately went lax like gelatin, stretching his arms and legs out before letting out a pained noise. He rubbed over his bandaged hip; he must've irritated it out too much. Toji was still standing near the bed, studying Sukuna.
“I'll go get you an ice pack.”
Sukuna's eyes trailed after the raven, mainly his back as he headed out. “Thanks,” he muttered out to the room.
The pink-haired man was lightly jostled awake; he realized just then that he had almost drifted off to a deep slumber. He blinked once then twice, eyes landing on Toji’s hand pulling down his pants a little to get better access to the injured party’s hip. Sukuna startled at the contact, the freezing sensation of the ice pack shocking him for a few seconds.
“You ass,” Sukuna groaned, slurring out that last word.
Toji chuffed a laugh, hand placement firm on the other's hip. “My bad.”
Before the raven could retreat, Sukuna gingerly placed his hand over the other's arm. He didn't know why, but he chalked it up to exhaustion when he decided to admit something to him.
“Back at the hospital, I had a strange ass dream. this odd dream,” he confided to the raven-haired man through lidded eyes.
Toji leaned in closer due to the other’s slurry speech. “Eh? What was it about?”
“Was about you and me. We were cyborgs, I think. Dunno why, but I had four metallic arms with my tattoos still intact” —he then rubbed at the current placement of his hand on Toji— “and your whole body was completely metal. Except for your face. You still had those annoying moss-eyes of yours.”
Toji paused, deliberately ignoring the way his friend rubbed at his arm, attempting to decipher Sukuna’s quixotic dream.
“So…you were dreaming about us?”
Sukuna quirked his brow, questioning through a poorly concealed yawn. “Yeah, I just told you, didn’t I?”
Toji crowed an evil-sounding laugh and didn’t bother elaborating.
“Can I go count some sheep now? The ice has melted already.”
Sukuna looked down at his hip. The ice pack had indeed reverted to its liquid state, the pack more so slushy and therefore of no use to him.
“Yeah, you’re dismissed,” Sukuna let out one final yawn, letting his eyes finally rest.
It was about ten in the morning when Sukuna awoke from his deep sleep, this time with no dreams about cyborgs. Upon getting dressed for the day and exiting his luxurious bedroom, he found out that Uraume had returned. The delicious smell of a warm breakfast is what lured him into the kitchen, realizing that of course, Uraume was the one cooking.
“Good morning, Sukuna. I just finished making breakfast,” Uraume announced to him, turning off the stove and washing their hands.
The familiar sight of white hair brought him some comfort, especially knowing that his meals would resume as usual; he always did prefer Uraume’s cooking as it was convenient.
“Good Morning. Everything went well for you yesterday, I presume?”
“Yes, though I did return a little late. Apologies for that,” Uraume admitted, turning around to face Sukuna with a plate of bacon omelette served with a side of greens and hand-picked fruits. They paused, noticing that the King of Curses was clutching his hip.
“Oh Lord, are you injured?” They queried, quickening their pace to be by Sukuna’s side.
Sukuna lifted his hand, letting Uraume inspect the damage.
“It was that bastard Toji…I texted you small updates, but everything was going well until he was driving.” Sukuna looked around, noticing that the raven was nowhere to be seen. “Speaking of that guy, where is he? He stayed the night in one of the guest rooms.”
“Hm…well he must’ve left before I arrived. I did not run into him at all, even when I did my usual routine of checking the security system earlier in the morning.”
“I see,” Sukuna pondered. “Makes sense.”
Even though Toji and Sukuna were—in simple terms-–business partners and often saw each other, it didn’t always mean they hung out casually. In most cases, their goals aligned especially when it came to clan rivalry. Sukuna detests those who oppose him and his clan, people who are hungry for a slice of his influence. Toji on the other hand didn’t care much about clans—hell, most of them were his clients when they needed a hired gun. He was no longer affiliated with the Zen’in clan after he was ostracized and left of his own accord. If the opportunity ever arose though, he would sabotage the Zen’in whenever he could. So when Toji suggested eating out together—mostly to make up for the car accident—Sukuna couldn’t help but feel ambivalent about it. Either way, it would be unlike the King of Curses to deny a meal; he texted Toji right at noon when he got some work out of the way.
Sukuna: Didn't bother to stay and tell me good morning?
Toji: I got places to be…and also my kids are home for the weekend. Gotta make sure they don't mess up my things
Sukuna: Aren't your brats in college? They aren't toddlers. I'm sure they can handle themselves.
Toji: I'm well aware of that
Toji: The problem is when my son brings over that rowdy nephew of urs and his other friends
Toji: Btw I'm like 95% sure they're dating
Sukuna: What? That brat and Megumi are dating?
Toji: They’ve always been chummy with each other but idk…
Toji: Anyways, I know u didn't text me for teen gossip. Finally figured out where u wanna go later?
Sukuna: Yeah I'm craving Korean BBQ. You know the Chosun Steakhouse one?
Toji: Didn't you try buying it off during the new ownership change?
Sukuna: Yes, but I reminded myself that I already owned 2 other Korean BBQ restaurants. I didn't really need it in the end, but damn is their food good.
Toji: Looking at their menu rn and the food does look tasty
Toji: 15,000 yen being the lowest…you're really trying to break my bank, huh
Sukuna: You almost broke my hip so don't go back on your word now. I'll be expecting you at 5, your car this time.
In the meantime, Sukuna busied himself with paper work he had to sign off on; most were for the properties and businesses he owns. Due to the whole dislocated hip thing, he had to switch around a lot of the time slots in his already busy schedule. He pushed back an important meeting with a different business partner until the weekend. Unfortunately, he was still in the recovery phase so he doesn't want to risk anything if it was work related. It would just hinder his progress.
Uraume, helpful as ever, advised Sukuna that Toji had arrived and is currently waiting for him. With a reluctant sigh, Sukuna stood up, irritated as he was about to finish up a document. He was ravenous though, already feeling himself getting a little hangry.
“Uraume, finish up this document for me. The materials are already attached on the side, just make sure the proposition looks good when you're finished. I'll send everything myself when I'm back,” he ordered, knowing that their loyal advisor would be successful with his request.
“Of course, I'll get right to it,” they said, handing Sukuna a clean, dark melange cardigan. “Will you need my assistance heading out?”
Sukuna scoffed, “I'll be fine, I just tend to walk slower and with a slight limp. I'm not completely useless.”
Sukuna walked out and was greeted with the sight of a black sleek Prius; the driver's side window was rolled down revealing the car’s owner.
“Hey,” Toji greeted lazily, jutting his thumb out to the pink-haired man. “C’mon, let's get us some K-BBQ.”
Toji watched from his seat as Sukuna took his time approaching the car, noticing a bit of a limp in his walk. He scrunched his eyebrows but returned to a neutral expression once Sukuna made it into the passenger seat beside him.
“Does it hurt to walk?” Toji queried, glancing to the side while keeping his eyes on the road as he steered his way out of Sukuna's driveway.
“Not really, but I do have to take my time.”
Toji hums in understanding. There's nothing worthwhile that he could add, so he continues driving to their destination.
The two men arrived at the Chosun Steakhouse with both of their stomachs rumbling, eager for the delicacy that is meat. Sukuna was the first to rush in, albeit with a strained stride but he could care less when his body was begging for nourishment.
They’re tended to and chose to be seated in a quieter, more private corner of the restaurant; it was better that way. As trained assassins of the same trade, it was usually better to remain inconspicuous whenever possible. Toji was the first to make his order, requesting for flat tripe, spicy small intestine, and bulgogi. The tattooed man glanced at his friend, smirking before placing his order like the opportunist he is. The raven, knowing very well what Sukuna's bound to order—especially since he's footing the bill—let out an indignant sigh.
“I'd like the beef brisket, ribeye steak, and the kalbi beef rib with a side of kimchi,” Sukuna ordered, handing the menu over to the waiter. “Oh and we’d also like some ssam.”
“And for drinks we’ll just have water,” Toji cut in before the waiter could walk away with their order.
“No kimchi for you?” The pink-haired man asked curiously.
“Nah, I'm already having something spicy.” Toji leaned his elbows onto the table, looking out the window nearest to them, the sun already setting beyond the horizon. Looks like they’ll be here for a while.
“You're really dead set on breaking my bank,” Toji huffed out a laugh, his crossed hands covering his mouth in an almost coy way.
“What can I say? It's not everyday that a man gets to pay for my dinner,” Sukuna barks out an unabashed laugh.
Toji couldn't help but stare at the way Sukuna's eyes and cheeks wrinkled into a smile as he laughed. The joke’s supposed to be on him, but he can't help but feel a tingly sensation in his chest as he watches the other man. He finds himself breaking into a short smile. Sukuna catches it, the quirk of a grin on the raven, noting how soft it looked on him, gaze dropping to the scar on his mouth. He pried his red eyes away from his lips, discussing something entirely different with Toji as they waited for their portions of meat to arrive. He even fiddled with his phone, making sure to text Uraume for an update.
Sukuna was the first to perk up at the scent of incoming dishes. The waiter set down the bulgogi, the tripe, everything they had ordered down onto the table served on fine china. The two men practically drooled, watching the grill come to life; the waiter said enjoy! before pardoning herself and disappearing into the kitchen.
Toji held up his servings to the grill, the meats slowly coming to a sharp and delicious sizzle. Sukuna followed, placing the cuts of beef brisket first.
“Smells good,” Toji inhaled the smokey fumes, moving the cooked spicy intestine into the ssam and devouring it.
The beef brisket had also just finished cooking. Sukuna dug into his portion, shoveling the meat along with kimchi into his mouth. Toji chuckled as he observed his friend. Clearly the other guy was impatient, but seeing how Sukuna ate with such intensity and passion, he felt glad they picked a private corner further into the establishment. In between steps of laying out the meat to cook, they chatted about work—boring, but it was a good way to exchange valuable information about the clans. Their conversation topics trailed off into casual talk.
"Sukuna," Toji starts abruptly after finishing the last of his wrapped spicy intestine. "Truth or Dare?"
The tattooed man stops from eating his kalbi beef rib wrap whole, taken a bit aback.
Toji takes a gulp of his water. "I said Truth or Dare. Don't you know what it is?"
"Of course I do, you slimy rat. It's a child's game."
"Then what do you prefer: telling the truth? or are you bold enough for a dare?"
Sukuna takes a few sips out of the soju he had ordered a while ago. "Both aren't an issue for me," he proclaimed, pouring himself some more soju into his own cup.
"Then, humor me. Is it true you're into scars?"
He chokes on a slice of ribeye steak.
He then looks at Toji, who had a playful smirk adorning his barbaric face.
"Yeah, I guess so. Proves to me you were in a tough situation and came back from it."
"Hm. Okay," Toji pondered, tapping a finger on his lip. Sukuna looked away, but returned his gaze to the raven when he spoke once more—"It's your turn."
"I dare you to switch clothes with me."
Toji chortled, unbelieving in what he just heard. "You want me to strip for you man? In public? I know you like to have your chest out sometimes but…that's not really my thing."
"No, you imbecile! We can just switch cardigans," Sukuna hollered, cheeks reddening, but he blamed it on the soju.
"Alright, alright. I'm just teasing you a bit, you beast."
Toji took off his grey-hooded cardigan, exchanging it for Sukuna's. They both tried on each other's sweaters, smoothing out the fabric and feeling out the cottony texture. Sukuna scrunched his nose when he got a waft of the other's cologne, but he was comfortable with it all the same. Both of them could still feel the faint heat radiating off the fabric.
"It fits," Toji passively states, pulling the material snugly. "Why switching clothes?"
"Why not? We're just getting started, aren't we?"
"Okay, then I guess I'll also go with a dare this time."
"Go ahead," Sukuna affirmed, finishing off the last slices of his kalbi beef and ribeye steak.
"I dare you to give me your last piece of ribeye."
Sukuna glared at his tall, dark, and audacious friend.
"Oh, it's like that? I thought you were treating me."
"Your fat ass can't give up one slice?"
Sukuna practically threw his last remaining portion at Toji's plate. "Tsk. There, enjoy."
Toji wasted no time in gobbling the meat down, smirking at a displeased Sukuna.
"Yeah, of course it was," Sukuna grunted, rolling his eyes.
"Your turn. What's it gonna be?"
He was in no rush, still savoring the little bit of meat that was still left. The raven sat patiently drinking his water, clearly amused by the game now that he had irritated the King of Curses. Sukuna took a swig of the soju bottle when he got an epiphany—he had the perfect idea.
"I'll go with another dare," Sukuna lazily giggled, eyes trailing the man sitting across from him. He wanted to savor his reaction, expecting it to taste like an irresistible dessert.
"I dare you to kiss my hand."
Toji stilled as he set his glass of water on the table, forcing the liquid down his throat.
"Come again?" His voice sounded strained having almost choked on his drink. He hoped it wasn't obvious even as he coughed.
"What you heard," Sukuna stared at the other confidently, presenting his outstretched arm to him. "I dare you to kiss my hand."
Toji was unmoving, eyes squinting slightly at the man's smug, tattooed face. In the end he relented.
Sukuna grinned expectantly, observing Toji leaning over to get closer to his tattooed skin. He assumed the raven would kiss his hand like one would when royalty presented their hand. He hadn't expected what Toji did next. He flipped his fingers up, palm now facing the other's mouth. Sukuna froze; he felt like his airways were restricted by some unknown force because he felt dazed as he watched. Toji pressed his lips to Sukuna's open palm, making sure his lips aligned with the tattooed mouth on the other's skin. It was a simple kiss—which frustrated him at how erotic it felt—but it lit his face on fire. What made matters worse were those olive eyes stayed on his, equally staring.
Sukuna reluctantly yanked his hand back, upset at how he missed the contact already. His breathing sounded rough, and he found it incredibly difficult to face Toji.
"Hey, you good?" Toji called out to him, his words sounding a bit concerned.
He despised this sensation, how it crawled under his skin and ripped him open. He craved more of it nonetheless.
"Let's go," was all he warned Toji with.
Toji seemed the slightest bit surprised, albeit still worried he screwed up big time for riling up the King of Curses. He called over a staff member as fast as he could to pay for their meal, his eyes trailing Sukuna's back as he fled through the entrance. Once he was done with business, he rushed out to catch up with him. He found him not too far away, arms crossed over his chest leaning against the black Prius. The tatted man tilted his head, watching Toji approach. He stood there subtlety fidgeting, digging into the cardigan's pockets that he remembered weren't his.
"Did I piss you off?" Toji queried, getting straight to the point.
Sukuna's face was a little red in some areas, but he supposed it was due to the alcohol. He scoffed, arms uncrossing and palms forming into tight fists. Before Toji had a chance to voice his apology, his words were cut off when tatted hands grabbed his face, holding it in place for a set of lips crashing against his. Oh, he hadn't expected that. He hated how hasty it felt as Sukuna was the first to part, but his hands stayed near. His eyes were lidded, his face clearly flushed—he could also feel his own cheeks warming despite the cold night.
"You drive me fucking insane," Sukuna finally broke the silence, sounding a bit breathless. His hand slid around his waist, clutching at the fabric and bringing them ever closer.
Toji laughed heartily. He couldn't believe this man.
"I'm guessing that little stunt I pulled got you a little excited?"
Sukuna furrowed his brows, now wearing an irritated expression. He really hates the smugness radiating off of Toji.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, you bum. I tolerate you, and that's the extent of my niceties."
Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. They both still smelled of delicious smoked meat. He nipped at the inked skin, feeling Sukuna shiver. He couldn't help it; he snickered up at him and proceeded to trail his neck with kisses.
"Guess I'm one of the lucky ones."
Sukuna ran his free hand through Toji's hair, scratching at his scalp earning him a pleased hum from the other. Toji lifted his head to comment but was once again interrupted by Sukuna kissing him, except this time tongue was involved along with some biting. Their breaths mingled with each other; Toji would huff a laugh every now and then in-between. It felt like they were in some kinda of trance that was becoming more difficult by the second to break out of. They parted reluctantly, but admittedly it was cold out and he should probably drive them home now.
"You taste good," Sukuna whispered, licking his lips.
"Too bad we didn't leave room for dessert." He rummaged in his pant pocket to dig out his car keys. "Lets get you home, tiger."
Even though Sukuna hadn't asked for his help, he still made sure he got into the passenger seat with no issue. Finally driving on the road towards Sukuna's place, Toji felt rather pleased at the turn of events.
"If you're too tired, you could stay the night."
Toji side-eyed his passenger. "Are you sure?"
Sukuna avoided eye contact, but affirmed what he had suggested. "It's pretty late in the night."
Most people would call him a lunatic for this, but Sukuna could really be adorable at times. He would love to press his buttons, see how far he could go, but Sukuna is still recovering from his injury so he squandered his impulsive thoughts. As much as he liked the Korean BBQ, all that meat racks up quite the bill, especially with Sukuna and his appetite combined. He didn't want to owe him; he hoped this new development meant he could just take him out whenever.
"Your place is gonna become my second home, I hope you're aware of that."
Sukuna looked over to his driver and huffed a laugh. They had finally arrived after some time on the road, now in the middle of his driveway. "Yeah, sure."
With both men now out of the car, Toji had an arm wrapped to support Sukuna. He thought the other would've pestered him about not needing help, but he didn't push him away. He was glad to lean his warmth onto the pink-haired man. Wait, did that mean he was also pink down th—
"Oi, what are you doing?" Sukuna had side-eyed the raven. Even though they had just eaten, there was a hunger in his olive eyes.
"You're groping my ass," he deadpanned.
Toji looked down at where his hand met clothed muscle. He squeezed one last time; he hadn't realized his hand drifted away from Sukuna's hip. "Oh, my bad," he said unconvincingly.
Sukuna rolled his eyes, seemingly letting the incident go and quipped, "You don't sound the least bit apologetic." He input a pass code to the entrance of his home and entered along with the raven by his side.
"Just so you know, Uraume's home. No funny business you insatiable mutt, got it?"
Toji chortled, nibbling at Sukuna's ear. "I promise to be on my best behavior."
I've never been to a korean bbq restaurant so I'm kinda living vicariously through these two stinkers :^(
> Okay so I wanted to do something fun, maybe something as a warm up, so I ended up using one of those "AO3 prompt generator" (I specifically used the one by GarlicDolphin) things so I wanna let yall know what my results were cus it was pretty fun working on this lol:
- Cyborgs
- Dreams
- A Dare (Toji is dared to switch clothes with Sukuna)
- Stupid Escape Plans
- WC: 5339 (but obviously I went over that amount)
Additional Prompts I got:
- "I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital" (loved this one)
- "What's with the box?"
All in all, I think I did pretty good with what I was given lmao. Hope yall liked reading this! You can also read this on ao3! My user is MaruMuse 💚
