#sukuita + estranged siblings au where sukuna was kicked out of the family home and inevitably rose through the yakuza ranks. ten years later, long after he reached the top of the ladder, he notices a familiar face on an escort website. it’s his brother.
yuuji looks far different than how he remembers. all the cute baby fat melted from his formally round cheeks. instead his doe eyes are half-lidded and seductive in the photo. he flaunts a frilly two piece peachy lingerie set with matching thigh-highs.
sukuna doesn’t know what comes over him when he books the service. perhaps it’s a strange attempt at reconciliation. a shameless hope to connect with the only family member who remains in the itadori lineage. he pays the fee without any hesitation.
yuuji doesn’t remember him. he enters the apartment with lazy squeeze of sukuna’s bicep, assessing him. “hi handsome.” he hums in a way that makes sukuna’s chest feel funny. if he notices the similarities in their features, he doesn’t comment on them.
“what’s your name?” yuuji asked, looking perfectly innocent as he tilts his head curiously. “sukuna.” he finds himself responding in a low voice, thick and conflicted. “sukuna!” his baby brother repeats with a boyish clap of his hands. “it suits you!”
he can remember the sound of his five year old brother learning to say his name. giggling it in between hushed breaths while pleading for sukuna to push him faster on the swing. this situation feels wrong. “shall we get started?” yuuji asks, drawing closer.
sukuna has no chance to respond before yuuji’s body presses against his own. their lips collide—warm, wet and greedy. he feels dizzy and involuntarily slides his hands down to hold his brothers slim hips. yuuji whines and paws at the buttons of his shirt.
“i- wait-” sukuna rasps between passionate kisses, his head spinning wickedly. yet, yuuji gives no heed to his protest. instead he kneels in a swift, practiced motion and palms at the front of sukuna’s slacks. his cock strains pitfully, betraying his mind.
“i’ll take good care of you. okay?” his little brother murmurs, voice low and angelic as his warm lips ease over the tent in sukuna’s pants. with gritted teeth and a guilty conscience, sukuna inhales a sharp breath. “yeah. go ahead, baby. just like that.”
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