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October thirty-first happened on a Wednesday this year, which makes it difficult for some college students to justify going wild at Halloween parties. For others, they didn’t need a reason to bar hop and terrorize the city clubs. It being Halloween was an added bonus. It was one of the prime holidays to give people an excuse to dress up as slutty as possible and hook up with anyone in sight. No one can judge.

There was one bar that seemed to grab people’s attention. The flashing lights might have been a reason, or maybe the dance music that made people crowd into the dance floor, or maybe that drinks were half off at the bar until midnight. That last one might be it.

However, that didn’t stop Megumi from trying to flirt his way into getting free drinks for him and his best friend. He already had five. He charmed his way around the bartender who kept falling for his flirty eyes and pretty lips. He was supposed to be a slutty cat for Halloween. The cheap cat ears and whiskers drawn on his face may have been a clue, but he just wanted to wear a mesh crop top and black leather pants for the fun of it. He used it to his advantage though, leaning on the counter to show off his very visible chest from the mesh crop top covered in glitter. The bartender caught sight of a few stickers on Megumi’s lower abdomen when Megumi changed his stance, laughing at his dumb joke and really working hard to get those few drinks.

“Are you twenty-one?” The bartender asked, serving Megumi his sixth drink without checking his ID. It was a stupid question to ask, but Megumi laughed and ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep the bartender’s attention on his face while he discreetly slid the shot glass down the counter for his best friend to grab.

“Of course I’m twenty-one.” Megumi answered, smiling and laughing, because what twenty year old college student would tell the truth about underage drinking? He was a couple months away from his twenty-first birthday but that’s not the point. “I have a wrist band.” he showed the neon green band to the bartender; he managed to swipe one while talking to the bouncer at the entrance, getting the man riled up on the idea of a possible womb tattoo Megumi was thinking about.

So yeah, he had a wrist band, one he shouldn’t have but it was too late now. Megumi was drunk and fishing for more alcohol. He was doing a hell of a job, too. He hadn’t paid for one drink yet. It wasn’t just the bartender, there were other people buying Megumi drinks, wanting to dance with him or take him home. All he really cared about was having a good time. He’ll take free drinks any day and tell people he didn’t care for to kick rocks afterwards. He seemed to enjoy flirting with the bartender though. He was leaning over the counter more, licking his lips and smiling at the bartender, considering taking him home tonight if he gets another drink. Since Megumi was hogging this one from everyone else, other bartenders had to pick up the slack while watching their coworker fall into the trap that was Megumi Fushiguro.

“If you give me something sweeter, I can do the same for you.” Megumi watched him unscrew the cork to a very expensive bottle of champagne and pour it into a glass for someone else.

“Oh, really?”

Megumi bit his lip as the bartender came close to him, meeting him halfway on the counter. He could see into Megumi’s eyes with the flashing lights, noticing the perfect winged eyeliner and the incredibly long and thick lashes. Megumi’s eyes were beautiful. Anyone could get lost in them.

“Give me a taste?” Megumi’s question would’ve been innocent, but he opened his mouth and let his tongue out, the sluttiest expression this bartender has seen tonight.

He brought the bottle close to Megumi’s lips, tilting it so the sparkling liquid would pour into his mouth. Megumi chose to be the most problematic, slutty cat this Halloween by licking the opening of the bottle and making a mess as his mouth filled with the fruity drink. The bartender was absolutely stunned and began thinking with his dick instead of his brain as he watched Megumi pretend that this champagne bottle was something else. Not surprising were the other gazes that were fixated on Megumi, the few people in the crowd who suddenly had an ache between their legs because of the show.

The liquid spilled down his chin and his neck. All he did was lick his lips after swallowing. The bartender just got another painful throb of his dick from watching Megumi, the sluttiest person here.

“Tell you what,” the bartender reached for a few more bottles under the counter, “you do a pretty little dance for me, and I’ll give you all the drinks you want.” he said, loosening the corks on one of the bottles.

Megumi would take that offer any day.

And just because he was already unhinged he wanted to take this to the next level. What better way to party and dance than by doing it on the bar counter? That wasn’t what the bartender had in mind, but Megumi was already up on the barstool by then, stepping on to the counter with his leather platform boots and grabbing the open bottle of champagne before screaming his heart out as if he won something.

That riled up the crowd at the bar.

He was the star of the night.

First person that got champagne poured in their mouth by the raven-haired kitty was his best friend, who literally rooted for Megumi getting up on the counter the second she saw him do it.

Megumi loved the attention. He danced on the counter and poured champagne into people’s mouths. The crowd grew bigger, the lights got flashier, the music got louder. The attention fueled Megumi. So did the alcohol. He was one drink away from forgetting the entire night, however that’s okay. He was hoping to get other people drunk tonight, too.

Apparently the commotion was getting a lot of attention from other parts of the bar. Others were watching, drawn to the guy with cat ears who was having fun on the counter.

One person was particularly intrigued. In fact, he thought that he just found the love of his life. Satoru Gojo, a grad student at Jujutsu University, had fallen head over heels.

He only came out tonight because he was bored. He didn’t even dress up for Halloween though he would say wearing a Superman t-shirt was an attempt. His friend beside him was dressed in all black, getting compliments about his costume to which he couldn’t reply that this was how he normally dressed.

“Hey,” Satoru said to his friend, a mischievous smile on his lips.

His friend looked up from his phone, noticing the tone of Satoru’s voice and not liking what was about to happen. “Don’t do it.” he warned Satoru.

But he couldn’t be surprised when Satoru said he was going to do it, try and take that raven-haired kitty home. Satoru worked fast when he found someone that interested him. He had to get to Megumi before anyone else could make their move.

He was a tall man, towering over most of the people here. He didn’t have to fight much to get through the crowd. There were others that noticed him, women that gawked and stared, but the one person who he wanted to notice him didn’t. He stood at the bar counter, staring up at the dancing, drunk college student who was holding two bottles by the neck in one hand. He was swaying to the music and choosing more people to get their mouths filled with champagne.

“Those are some pretty stickers on your body,” Satoru said loudly over the music, just barely getting Megumi to glance in his direction, “let me take you home, I’ll cover your womb in something else.”

And there it was, the flicker of blue eyes that made Satoru smile. He got Megumi’s attention alright. He was delighted to see Megumi turn towards him finally, looking down at him with such pretty eyes.

Megumi pointed to his lower abdomen, his finger poking above the shimmering white stickers that were placed under his belly button. He wore his leather pants low at his hips just so he could have his stickers where it would draw attention.

“Yeah, right there.” Satoru nodded. “I’ll rearrange your guts for you.”

That was the naughtiest comment Megumi heard tonight, and that wasn’t including any of the things he’s said. But damn, he wasn’t expecting to be approached by someone so forward. Usually the comments were beating around the bush. Not this time. The white haired man made his interests known and everyone heard him.

Megumi squatted down on the counter so he could get close to the white haired man wearing sunglasses at a bar. Megumi wanted to mention that he looked stupid, but he got a good look at Satoru’s face and couldn’t say it. He caught a small glimpse of this man’s bright blue eyes and almost fell for him instantly. Too bad Megumi was more interested in the attention he garnered than some man who wanted to speak nasty to him. His finger traced up Satoru’s jaw line lightly and moved under his chin, tilting his head back so he could get a better look into those shaded glasses.

“You want to take me home?” Megumi asked with a flirty smile on his lips. “Wanna do nasty things to me, don’t you?”

Satoru was flirting back, leaning more towards Megumi, tempted to just pick him up off the counter and take him somewhere where they could be alone. He liked the winged eyeliner around Megumi’s eyes and the perfectly painted whiskers around his nose and cheeks. His face was sweet which is something a very slutty kitty needs.

“Since you want to make nasty comments, open your mouth for me.” Megumi traced his thumb on Satoru’s bottom lip. “I’ll show you how nasty I can be.”

No one expected Megumi to even respond to the disrespectful comments, especially not with even more flirting or baiting this man. What was crazier was the way Satoru actually did what he was told and opened his mouth. Others expected the white haired man to get caught off guard by such a forward response, but Satoru wanted to play whatever game Megumi wanted.

“Good boy,” Megumi said, pleased, and poured the sweet champagne into Satoru’s mouth.

Yeah, Satoru was in love.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he fell for Megumi but that didn’t matter. All he wanted was to take Megumi home so they could get nasty all night long.

He swallowed the champagne and winked at Megumi. “That’s not the only thing I plan to drink tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Megumi scoffed at the cheesy pick-up line. Was that supposed to work? “You think I’m that easy?”

“No, I think you’re that sexy.”

Well, fuck. Megumi couldn’t help but get a little turned on. Satoru played it off easily, but he was really trying to get Megumi’s attention. Lucky for him, it worked. Megumi motioned for Satoru to come closer with his finger. When he was close enough, Megumi grabbed a fistful of Satoru’s shirt, bringing him up against the counter until Megumi had his lips pressed to his ear.

“Let me taste you now, and I might let you take me home later.”

Satoru liked those words in his ear. He liked the aggressiveness. Hell, he liked the confidence. He wanted Megumi to be his for the night, and it sounded like that might happen if he does a good job.

“Sounds like a deal.” Satoru agreed.

Megumi wouldn't pass up on going home with some hot guy. He liked to play around with his toys a bit, but he definitely planned to let Satoru have his way with him. Maybe lock him in a box so Satoru will stay his personal toy, only for him to play with.

With very little hesitation -as if Megumi would have any at all- he found himself in Satoru's arms. With one hand, he held the almost empty bottles of champagne; the other hand gripped Satoru's white hair in his fingers, pulling his head back so he could plant the most disrespectful kiss on his lips. Megumi crossed his legs so Satoru wouldn't even think of putting him down. It took no effort at all to hold Megumi up at all. What Satoru was interested in was getting a feel of the sexy kitty that decided to latch on to him and kiss him with all the enthusiasm in the world. His hands gripped underneath Megumi's thighs, just barely cupping his ass in those tight leather pants. His fingers ached to feel Megumi's body up, to touch his skin, to finger his ass until he was a crying, sobbing, drunk mess.

They would've taken this to a more private location like some backroom or the bathroom but Megumi was too impatient. He wanted Satoru's dick so badly that he didn't care if they did it in some lounge area. Who cares if someone saw them? Megumi just wanted to have fun.

He was drinking and making out with his new friend. Then he just drank some more. Satoru spoiled him with two more drinks after finishing that bottle of champagne. Megumi definitely thought this guy was worth it, especially while getting a third drink from him -a drink that might make him pass out if it's strong enough. How many was it now? Enough for Megumi to think he could take off his clothes in public just for some dick. Thank goodness he only pictured it and didn't do it.

Yet.

He straddled Satoru's lap and let his hands play with Satoru's white hair while they kissed. He could feel the erection that was poking into his every time he rolled his hips. The clothes were in the way. Megumi had to change that.

They pulled away, lips wet and tongues out, a shiny string of saliva still keeping them connected. Megumi's eyes fluttered open, his gaze wavering from the dizziness that came from having too many drinks; his eyes were glassy, his cheeks were red, and his mind was unfiltered.

First thing out of his mouth when he saw Satoru's face was, "those sh-s-sunglashes are sh-stupid. Who wears those to a bar?" He did his best not to slur around the hot guy but his current best really wasn't good.

Satoru absolutely loved how sloshed Megumi was. Not in the predator kind of way -although he was thinking about sex regardless- but he liked seeing the glow of Megumi's face, the drunken smile and his lazy laughing when he thought something was funny. Now Megumi was pouting and gripping Satoru's shirt in his fingers, upset that he couldn't see Satoru's beautiful eyes because of those glasses.

"You don't like them?" Satoru asked, taking them off. "I think they're cool."

Megumi's fingers touched Satoru's gently at first. Then he swiped the glasses so he could put them on himself. "How do…I look?" He flashed a beautiful smile for Satoru, posing in his brand new sunglasses.

How was Satoru supposed to say that he found the new love of his life? He quite literally thought his heart was going into a frenzy (actually talking about the pulsing in his dick instead because he was thinking with that head instead of his brain). He literally fell for this guy (under the impression that Megumi might be some dancer or stripper, and not a college student that goes to his university). Satoru was prepared to risk it all for Megumi.

How could he not? Megumi looked so cute with those cat ears on his head, those drawn on whiskers over his flushed cheeks. He smiled wide like Satoru did, with so much confidence, even if he was trying to give off the same vibes that Satoru did. And the sunglasses hid Megumi's beautiful eyes but Satoru found it hot anyway.

"Sexy." Satoru finally answered the question after letting his dick throb with excitement. He needed a second to actually get thoughts in his real head so his brain could say at least one word.

"Yeah?" Megumi liked that. "You should fuck me then." Didn't matter if they were still at the bar. Megumi hadn't noticed anyone else since he started making out with Satoru awhile ago.

"I should fuck you, shouldn't I?"

"You should." Megumi agreed as he took off the sunglasses. Instead of putting it back on Satoru's face, he used it to push Satoru's hair back like a headband. That was much hotter. "I've got an idea." He announced before falling over on the couch.

Satoru would've thought the poor, little kitty passed out if he didn't start trying to shimmy his leather pants down. Megumi fidgeted on the couch, tossing and turning a bit until he was laying on his side, his legs together and almost falling off the couch, while his thumbs hooked into his loosened pants to pull them lower to expose himself. When it came to sex, Megumi was rather strategic -even while drunk- because nothing would get in the way of some horny fun. Megumi knew, before he was drunk, that these leather pants and boots would be a nightmare to get out of. His plan? Pull the pants down his hips to expose his ass.

Satoru got the idea immediately. It took him no time at all to spit into his hand just so he could finger Megumi's ass. He wanted to be discreet, he wanted to not draw attention to them. It's not like they were the only couple planning to fuck at the crowded bar. But it was painfully obvious what was happening when Satoru moved on top of Megumi so he could fuck him on the couch.

One hand gripped the arm of the couch, the other gripped the side of the cushion. There was a tight grip on his wrist, Megumi holding on to him as he moved. A soft cry left Megumi's lips as he felt Satoru moving deeper inside him.

"You're so tight, kitty." Satoru moaned in his ear.

Megumi sounded so cute while he cried and whimpered. His fingers dug into Satoru's wrist and he clenched around the cock that invaded his walls.

Satoru felt it, the way Megumi tightened around his dick. If he wasn't careful, he'd cum right inside this perfect ass before the fun began. Neither of them wanted that. "C'mon, kitty, relax or I won't treat ya."

"Mm."

"Be good for me." Satoru cooed softly and a shiver went up Megumi's spine. He almost melted all over the couch at the sound of Satoru's voice in his ear. "There we go. Such a good kitty, huh?"

Megumi wanted to be good for him. He wanted to moan out to him, scream for him over the music in the bar. No one else would be able to hear the way Satoru coaxed all those mewls and whines from Megumi's mouth. Even if Megumi moaned too loud, the only person that heard him was on top of him, fucking him so good that he couldn't even think straight. To Megumi, they were the only ones here.

Wouldn't that actually be nice though? Megumi wanted to take his new toy home. Satoru was doing a hell of a job and Megumi really did love it. His thighs were beginning to throb from the way Satoru fucked him, all slow and deep at first before picking up the pace. It wasn't long before Megumi was shaking all over, trying to fight the urge to cum because it felt so good.

"You're shaking, baby. What's got you trembling?"

"...good, feels good," Megumi whined, "please, keep going," he was already so close and might not last much longer. He begged for Satoru to keep going, to get him over the edge so he could cum.

He just knew it would feel so good.

A wet kiss was planted on his cheek, Satoru's breath warm on his skin, panting and gasping as he moved. Megumi smelled the mix of alcohol and cologne, the scent making him relax even more. Satoru could bury his cock inside Megumi all night, fuck wherever they were, it really didn't matter to him in the slightest. He went right back to his even pace, every stroke deep enough to make Megumi mewl heavenly. He opened up perfectly for Satoru's cock as if his hole was specifically made for him.

"Where can I spill my milk on ya?"

Over his stomach was still a good idea to Satoru. His balls swelled at the thought of marking Megumi's womb with his semen. Oh, he'd give anything to see Megumi laying on the couch with his cum on his skin. He'd look so cute wouldn't he? Everyone would know who he belonged to.

"Inside me." Megumi begged him.

"You want me to cum inside you?" The way Megumi's walls fluttered at the question made Satoru see stars. He has never been inside someone so perfect in his life. "Fuck," he moaned into the heat. His lips kissed Megumi's cheek hungrily as he thrusted deep. "You want me to fill you up, huh?"

"Please! Ah~ fill me!" Megumi wanted it so bad. He practically cried for Satoru to cum inside him. He didn't go through all this trouble to not have his ass filled.

His moans sounded too perfect. Satoru's dick throbbed hard at the sound of Megumi's voice, begging, moaning, crying with each thrust. He gave Megumi what he was begging for, all of his cum and then some. And despite finishing inside him, it seemed like Megumi wanted more with the way he was sucking Satoru in again. Or it was probably Satoru imagining things. After all, the heat that swallowed his cock felt so good that he didn't want to leave it.

But he also wanted to see Megumi's hole dripping with his cum. Even that fantasy made Satoru's dick throb again.

His cock plopped out of Megumi's hole, and he kneeled on the couch to get a good view with the flashing lights. When Megumi could catch his breath, he propped himself up on his side, his other hand grabbing his ass cheek to spread his hole, Satoru's cum spilling out of him.

"Fuck, you're hot." Satoru gave Megumi's ass a good smack before gripping his skin, seeing more of his cum dribble out of such an eager hole. "What'd I do to deserve such a slutty kitty tonight?"

Megumi loved the attention. He loved Satoru calling him his kitty. He loved the way Satoru stuck his fingers in his loosened hole again.

They really needed to go home together tonight. At this very moment, Megumi thought he might cry if he didn't get the chance. He wanted Satoru to pick him up and whisk him away to wherever he lived so they could go at it all night.

But first, Megumi could use another drink.

"Get me another drink and you can take me home." He smiled eagerly, hoping Satoru would say yes.

Why wouldn't he? Satoru was drowning in lust. Of course he was going to get Megumi that drink. He'd do whatever Megumi wanted for a night with him.

As he fixed his jeans, he leaned over to give Megumi the nastiest kiss on his lips. Lucky for him, Megumi liked that shit. If they weren't careful, they'd fuck again on the couch, and there might not be any clothes involved. But the faster Satoru got that drink for Megumi, the faster they could get out of here.

"Anything for you, kitty." Satoru gave in easily. He was whipped so fast it was almost pathetic, but a good hole could do that to a man.

He was off to get more drinks.

Now, the thing about Megumi being drunk was that he had a short attention span, especially when he wasn't actively having sex. His thoughts raced a mile a minute but none of them stuck long enough for him to keep a consistent train of thought. He fixed his leather pants and pressed his stickers into his skin again, got caught up in the flashing lights and music, and looked around to see people dancing, screaming, and drinking.

Then he thought, again, that he wanted another drink.

He forgot that he just asked someone else to go fetch one for him. All he remembered was that he just fucked some guy and liked it, now that guy was gone. That was his cue to go and find someone else to get drinks from immediately. Someone in close proximity. Someone who had a drink in their hand and didn't mind sharing.

So by the time Satoru came back with two shot glasses, his little mystery affair was gone. He had to admit he was upset to find that Megumi had left. They were supposed to go home together. Now what was he supposed to do by himself? Satoru couldn’t be more sexually frustrated.

His friend met up to him after catching a glimpse of white hair walking away from the bar. He saw the way Satoru was pouting angrily at the empty space and figured what happened.

"Did he find out you're insufferable?" His friend asked, laughing at him. "I'd leave, too."

"You came back to me, didn't you, Suguru?" Satoru answered, cheeky, before taking both shots back to back to dull the frustration. The heat was enough to make him cringe, the drink not as sweet as the champagne he had before. Thinking about that just made him miss Megumi a little more. Who was going to play around with him now?

In reality, Megumi really liked Satoru. He very much wanted to go home with him, at least in the moment he did. The problem was that he was left unattended with his own jumbled thoughts and need to get another drink. So technically, this was Satoru's fault.

"Are those his cat ears?" Suguru pointed to the item on the couch, the black headband with cat ears on it.

Satoru went to grab the headband on the couch before someone else could spot it. It was the only thing he had to remember Megumi by. Then again, he'd definitely remember the sex but that's not what he was focusing on here.

Instantly, Satoru was reminded of a vague situation that seemed similar to the one he was in. He gasped at his realization and smiled. "Am I…" he turned towards his friend, holding up the headband, "Prince Charming?-"

"You're fucking stupid." Suguru snorted a laugh.

There was no way Satoru would be able to find Megumi just by some cat ears, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. He'll find his kitty somehow.

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The Thursday after Halloween was a nightmare for some people. Trying to get out of bed, to go to work or class, and be a functioning member of society after getting plastered was the most difficult thing an adult could do.

Megumi felt so unlucky.

His headache hadn't gone away and he'd been up for a few hours now. No amount of medications, coffee or energy drinks would get him through it.

He was sitting across from Nobara, his best friend, at a café on campus. Both of them were trying to finish an assignment that would be due a minute before midnight tonight. After his second energy drink, he figured that water would be the better choice. Still, he was unfocused and exhausted. Looking at his computer made his head hurt worse.

"Who said holidays could be on weekdays?" He leaned his head on to his hand, but the support wasn't enough so he let his head rest on the glass window.

Nobara had a few drinks last night, too. Nowhere near as much as Megumi had, but it was enough for her to wake up feeling like her body wanted to give up for the next few hours. "Maybe we shouldn't go out this weekend so we can actually get some rest." She suggested.

They had plans for the weekend but at this very moment, Megumi thought about canceling everything he had planned for the rest of the year. His hangovers were rough, but that's what happens when he has drinks. He couldn't remember how much he drank and already that was a sign that it was too much.

The worst hangovers meant the night before was the best.

“No, I can make it.” he sighed.

“Yeah, same. We’ll be fine.” She agreed as if she wasn’t in pain right now.

It’s not like all the parties were happening on a weekday anyway. Halloween just happened to be on Wednesday this year. They barely ever went out on a weekday…They barely ever went out on the first three days of the week. Thursday and Friday were technically considered the weekend.

“Hey, Megumi?” Nobara looked up from her laptop. The sound of his name made him look towards her. In the sun, his eyes still glowed despite the feeling of death from his hangover. He didn’t need the eyeliner or mascara to make his eyes look pretty, they just were. “You were fucking awesome last night.”

“Really?” he didn’t want to blush, but his face was getting warm.

“I’ve never seen anyone scam men for drinks the way you did.” She said with amazement, not able to get over it. “You were hot dancing on the counter like that, too.”

He remembered that part of the night, how quickly he let loose and started dancing for everyone to see. Then he was pouring drinks into people’s mouths because he wanted to. Then he danced some more and loved it. He had to admit that thinking about it now was a little embarrassing. His hand covered his face, but Nobara laughed at his shyness.

“I really thought you were going to leave with that guy.” she said.

That was the part he didn’t remember. “What guy?” It was the first time he was hearing about leaving with some guy.

“You don’t remember? Some guy said shit about giving it to you good if you let him take you home.”

His brows furrowed as he strained to remember. His memories seemed to blur after getting up on the counter. It was just flashing lights from then on. Next thing he knew, he was waking up on the floor of his living room, not even sure how he got to his apartment -Nobara found him and brought him home- with his cat ears missing, glitter all over his body, and his makeup smeared. He really did try to remember but he looked at Nobara again and shook his head.

“Guess he wasn’t that memorable then.” She shrugged and went back to working on her assignment. “Glad you avoided that walking red flag.”

“You think everyone is a red flag.”

“Everyone has red flag traits, Megumi. I wish you would see them better.” With a held sigh, she stopped typing and looked at him again. He was staring out the window, the sun shining on his face, his eyes focused on everything except his own laptop. “I’m glad you had fun,” she smiled to herself.

Blue eyes met her gaze again. “You were there. I always have fun when you’re there.” Megumi said before he looked away at the sky, instantly day dreaming about how he could be reading a book or sleeping.

He meant what he said. He usually doesn’t go out without Nobara. It usually wasn’t that fun if they weren’t getting drunk together. Whatever happens after they’re drunk, he can’t control. But being with her before then was always fun. Nobara appreciated hearing that. As much as they do everything together, it’s still nice to hear that he likes being with her.

“Speaking of fun when I’m around, I was thinking that-”

Her attention was caught immediately by someone with white hair. He had walked into the café, spoke to the barista, but then immediately turned towards her direction. She practically choked her breath as he and his friend made their way over to their table.

Megumi didn’t understand why she had a wide-eyed expression. “Nobara, what’s-”

He didn’t finish his question.

“Well, well.” The two young men pulled up chairs to sit at their table. They seemed rather comfortable doing that, too. “If it isn’t my little kitty cat.” The white haired man sat next to Megumi, his friend next to Nobara. “And here I thought it would be hard to find you.”

Nobara’s jaw was slack as she looked at Megumi. Anything could’ve happened, but what she wasn’t expecting was Megumi’s blunt question that came after the display of pure confidence and arrogance.

“Do I know you?” Megumi wasn’t being rude, he just didn’t know who this man was.

Not even the shaded glasses he wore was a clue. It was okay, though, this man had another clue for him. “Suguru, he doesn’t remember me. Can you believe that?” he sulked playfully, pouting his lips.

“Since when were you memorable?” Suguru laughed as he pulled out his phone, giving it to him.

“That’s mean. I thought I was pretty fun last night.” He took the phone, and dragged his fingers on the screen, enlarging a photo that was pulled up. “Don’t you think, kitty?” He showed the picture to Megumi.

It was unmistakably them, a beautiful photo of Megumi in this man’s arms by the bar counter, holding on to a bottle of champagne and kissing him. Megumi had his arms wrapped around him, his other hand in the man’s hair. The lights had flashed perfectly to illuminate them among the crowd, everyone else blurred. The two of them were the only ones in focus. What made it unmistakable was the cat ears in his messy hair and the whiskers drawn on his face. There may have been people dressed as slutty cats at the bar, but they clearly weren’t Megumi.

He remembered a lot more now. “Oh,” he breathed out quietly. “We fucked in the lounge area.” That was the first thing that came to mind. Not anything this man said to him, not the flirting, the drinking. No, it was the sex on the couch in a crowded bar.

“You didn’t tell me that, Satoru.” Suguru wasn’t surprised but it was still news to him.

Satoru laughed as he gave his phone back. “You know now.”

Nobara’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. She was finding this out for the first time, too. Here she thought Megumi just got drinks, flirted a little bit, maybe made out with some people. She was so wrong. Megumi actually had sex with this man in the bar. And he forgot.

“Glad you remember me.” Satoru beamed as he put his arms around Megumi’s shoulders, about to make his move. “You didn’t even give me a chance to ask you out-”

“I don’t date.” Megumi responded abruptly and shrugged Satoru’s arm off him. “You should’ve taken a hint and left this as just a fling cause I won’t go out with you.” he’s had this happen before and the best way to handle it is to be stern and unimpressed.

Even if…he liked what he remembered of last night. The sex wasn’t bad at all. He would’ve let Satoru fuck again if he didn’t just try to ask him out.

“Well damn, who would’ve thought? I went through so much trouble to find you, too, kitty.”

The angle of Megumi’s jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth. He hated the pet name…he wanted to hate the pet name. He figured it came from last night because of his costume. Satoru called him “his kitty” and it literally lit a fire in him last night. And now, too. He couldn’t lie. It bothered him that he kind of liked it.

Satoru lifted his glasses up into his hair, exposing his beautiful blue eyes that almost made Megumi melt. If he didn’t look away, he’d tell this man to take him to the bathroom so they could go at it.

“Get lost. I’m not interested.” Megumi turned away despite being so fucking interested.

“Tell you what,” Satoru put something on the table, a ripped piece of paper with his phone number on it, “call me when you are.” He’d let Megumi do whatever he wanted with that piece of paper.

He and his friend got up from their seats.

Satoru leaned down close to Megumi, his lips at his ear. Normally, Megumi wasn’t scared to raise his fists to fight off predators. But this was different. His heart was racing as Satoru spoke in his ear.

“Hope to hear from you, kitty.” He whispered, his fingers tracing underneath Megumi’s chin and bringing his head closer so he could kiss his cheek. It wasn’t a quick peck. Oh no, Satoru relished the heat of Megumi’s cheek. His lips practically tingled when he kissed Megumi’s skin.

Megumi’s blush was ferocious. Even his neck was getting hot. He has never met anyone who would do something so sensual in public. Didn’t matter if they fucked at a bar. Megumi was flustered now. He almost short circuited from having his cheek kissed.

Satoru enjoyed seeing the blush on Megumi’s face. His poor, little kitty was so flustered he couldn’t even speak. Satoru was definitely proud of making Megumi speechless. He hoped that he could do that again sometime.

He and his friend left, and Megumi had to quickly get himself together. Nobara was staring, her mouth still agape, her confusion and shock all over her face. A lot just happened and she needed to sort things out.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, leaning forward as if she was going to tell him a secret. “His friend, Suguru - his family is fucking loaded. We’ve been to a few of his house parties, and oh my God, I think I broke his vase that one time.” she squealed.

Surprisingly, that was one thing Megumi remembered.

“And were you going to tell me you fucked Satoru?” That was the big question. When was that affair going to come out? Megumi was still blushing and it was getting worse. He shielded his face with his arm to hide the blush, but he was red up to his ears. “I can’t believe you let him kiss your cheek like that!” Nobara was still in utter shock.

What Megumi couldn’t believe was that he let Satoru fuck him last night.

But Satoru was hot, and Megumi had a soft spot for people who were hot, especially when he was drunk. So was he really surprised that he had sex with him? Not in the slightest. He wanted to pretend like he wasn’t interested, like he didn’t want to call Satoru later tonight to see if he was interested in hanging out. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t.

He wasn’t that discreet when his other hand pressed down on the white piece of paper, sliding it off the table as if he wouldn’t be noticed. He wanted to put it in his pocket without Nobara spotting him but she was watching the way he shamelessly thought he was being stealthy.

“Megumi!”

“I won’t call him.” he lied. He planned on calling. Nobara wasn’t stupid. “Okay…I might call him.”

“Be careful with him, he seems possessive.”

As long as Megumi looked away, he wouldn’t be able to see the red flags. He didn’t think it was anything to worry about anyway. There was no shame in sex. It’s not like he would try to date the guy.

He just wanted to be under Satoru again, called his little kitty, and fucked till he passed out.

Yeah, he was definitely going to call.

Megumi waited a few days. He'd pace around his apartment with the piece of paper between his fingers, staring and sighing because he couldn't go through with it. He'd look at his phone, the number already entered, but wouldn't press call. He'd lie awake at night, just thinking about him. He'd get wet dreams, too. Oh, he imagined Satoru doing all kinds of nasty things to him. He imagined the dirty things that would be whispered into his ears.

He imagined being called his kitty again, he imagined Satoru whispering in his ear, kissing his cheek, calling him his kitty and fucking the daylights out of him. His kitty. It should've meant nothing. The pet name was stupid. But Megumi's dick throbbed at the sound of Satoru's voice cooing to him, begging his kitty to open up for a treat.

There was this anxiety that came with making the first move. Should he call, should he not call? It would only be for sex, but Megumi had to admit that this was the first time he was actually flustered. No one else, none of his other flings and hookups, made him as nervous as Satoru did. Megumi couldn’t figure out why either. He was stuck in his own head for days.

It wasn’t until Saturday night that Megumi called him and that was after having a few drinks in his system. Being at a house party made it easier to call to ask Satoru to come over. Having a few drinks made it easier to tell Satoru to come to him so he could get his dick wet. Either way, that seemed to be some kind of mating call because Satoru seemed to suddenly be there, completely shameless and horny.

Satoru wasn’t going to talk about his days crying to Suguru that maybe Megumi didn’t like him. No one needed to know that.

Megumi had another drink in his hand. The alcohol calmed him down and stopped the shaking. He wanted to say he was nervous but it was literally the opposite. He was vibrating with anticipation, ready to go at it, and hoped that Satoru would make his move. Though, the more he drank to calm the jittering, the less likely he was to remember this fling if it happened (it was definitely going to happen and Satoru was going to make him remember).

They picked a little corner to themselves so they could flirt. Satoru had one shoulder leaned against the wall, his other arm loosely around Megumi's waist, keeping him close. He liked how thin Megumi was, how easy it was to put his arm around him. He was a little sneaky, too, his longer fingers sliding underneath Megumi's shirt to trace circles at the small of his back. Megumi didn't even notice. He was so comfortable with the flirting that Satoru having his hand in his shirt meant nothing.

If anything, Satoru should've been trying to get in his pants.

He was. He just had his own way of going about it.

“‘M not a real cat. You know that, right?” Megumi asked when Satoru showed him the missing headband from last night and fixed it in his hair.

It was a perfect fit ( it was one of those “one size fits all” headbands so Satoru really couldn’t say he was Prince Charming).

Megumi wasn’t a real cat, but the way his blue eyes stared up at Satoru, as if he was looking intensely into his soul made Satoru believe he was. That and the sweet whimpering from the other night.

“Of course I know that.” Satoru answered with a smile on his lips, trying not to fantasize but couldn’t resist the nasty thoughts that overtook his imagination. “Maybe I should buy you one of those little tails so you can wear it for me.”

Megumi’s brows furrowed, his expression a bit confused. “And where would you put - Oh!” He figured out what Satoru was talking about. “You're weird. You'd buy me a butt plug?"

“You don't think that'd be hot? You in these cat ears and a little black tail would be so hot."

"You're fucking weird." Megumi blushed and looked away as Satoru scoffed. "Why…why does it have to be a tail?..." It was a leading question. Like he wouldn't wear a tail but a butt plug wasn't out of the question…

"No tail then." Satoru agreed. "How about one with a diamond? You'd let me spread you to play with that one, right?"

Holy fuck, Megumi's body was burning at the thought of Satoru putting a diamond butt plug in him.

They had just met but Satoru was shamelessly kinky. Megumi hasn’t met someone like that yet. He wasn’t sure what that experience was going to be like, but he wanted Satoru to show him.

"It depends." The look in Megumi's eyes was innocent despite asking, "will you finger my hole after taking it out?"

He couldn't be any more obvious that he wanted Satoru to finger him. Even now, Satoru's hand was in Megumi’s jeans, grabbing his ass, his fingers close enough to touch his hole if he wanted to. Megumi was hoping, screaming in his mind that Satoru should’ve finger him.

Satoru had to admit that he was a little shocked that Megumi was a little naughty, too. “I can’t believe you’re real.” he said in a bit of awe. “I am so fucking glad you called cause you’re wild.” he leaned down closer to kiss Megumi’s cheek, open-mouthed and hot.

A quiet gasp left Megumi’s parted lips, another grab of his ass making him perk up closer to Satoru’s body. His cheeks burned from the kisses every single time. Even his dick seemed to pulsate every time he felt Satoru’s lips on his face.

While drunk, Megumi was unfiltered and unhinged. He said everything that came to mind because he mentally was not capable of filtering what came out of his mouth. "I liked having sex with you." Those were his pure thoughts. And it made Satoru’s balls throb.

"Oh really?" Satoru chuckled a bit, ignoring the fact that his dick was swelling fast. "Enough to do it again?"

"You'd fuck me again?"

Megumi could ask anyone that and they'd give him a long list of reasons why they would fuck him again. Satoru was one of them. He'd say his life changed that night at the bar. He found his one true love. This messy, drunk college student was absolutely stunning and took his breath away. Even the way Megumi asked his question, batting his long eyelashes, biting his lip, shifting just enough that Satoru might get the idea and finger him got Satoru in such a mood so fast that it was incredible. His dick was about to strain in his jeans.

They needed to take this somewhere else where there were less people. Upstairs, outside, anywhere that they could actually be alone this time cause if Satoru got Megumi on that couch right now, it'd be a show for everyone.

"I'd fuck you all day long, kitty."

Megumi seemed to blush even harder than he did before. He had to look up at Satoru since he was a tall man; his own eyes watched with an intense fire after being told he'd get fucked all day long by someone he found attractive. "It's…Megumi. My name is Megumi."

Satoru smiled at the way Megumi looked up at him, all doe-eyed and cute. The alcohol had settled in Megumi's system, making him flushed with a short attention span. But somehow, all he could think about was Satoru. That was definitely a good thing, at least Satoru thought it was a good thing that Megumi was actually interested in him. He leaned down closer to Megumi, his hand bringing Megumi's body closer to him.

"How about we go somewhere else, Megumi? I'm dying to taste you again." He kissed Megumi's cheek again the same way he did days before, staying close enough to smell the alcohol and pomegranate shampoo.

Satoru had to have him.

They were definitely going to take things elsewhere. But before that, Megumi had to chug his drink and just for good measure, he took a shot, too. No reason to let his nerves get in the way while hooking up with some guy he met a few days ago. Sure, the alcohol would make it hard to walk later, but he planned to worry about that when he got there.

They ended up in one of the bathrooms at the end of the hallway upstairs. It was more private considering that they could lock the door. Though, multiple people saw them walk in and it wasn’t going to be difficult to tell what was about to happen. Not like Megumi was planning on being hush about it. The second that door was locked, Megumi was eager to start taking off his pants. The dirty talk and flirting was fun and all, but there was one reason why they were here and he wanted to go for it.

Satoru had to know if Megumi was always like this, always this eager, always this needy. Hell, he wouldn’t have believed Megumi was, especially after meeting him sober. But Megumi had enough drinks to easily fling his pants into the bathtub and hop up on the counter.

It was almost like Satoru did a double take, lifting his glasses from his face and pushing it back into his hair so he could really see. He even whistled in amazement. “Wow.” he was so damn lucky. Thank goodness there was better lighting in the bathroom, he could not miss any of what he was seeing.

This was the love of Satoru’s life.

A cute guy wearing nothing but cat ears and a black crop top, sitting pretty on the bathroom counter with his legs spread and his cock already leaking pre-cum. He teased Satoru with the sight of him, spreading his legs even more to show off what he could have right at this very moment. Satoru wasn’t sure where to look. It was either stare at Megumi’s pretty pink cock, jerking slightly, the head red and slick, or stare at his face, his cheeks bright red and his blue eyes hazy from the alcohol and the lust. Those cat ears made him look cute and slutty. But the one thought that went through Satoru’s mind was that Megumi looked absolutely stunning.

What did he actually do to deserve hooking up with someone like Megumi? Well, he wasn’t going to stand around to figure it out.

In the next second, he was kissing Megumi’s lips fervently as he undid his pants. He couldn’t wait that long to be inside him. Just fingering him for a second with his spit on his fingers took too long. Satoru’s balls were heavy and his cock ached to be inside the sweet warmth he remembered a few days ago. He was already placed so perfectly between Megumi’s pale legs, he had to go for it.

He pushed the head of his cock inside Megumi’s hole easily, hearing a soft whimper from Megumi’s shaking lips. His hips moved forward again to push deeper and Megumi mewled sweetly, his breath trembling.

“Oh~” A shiver went up his spine, and he grabbed hold of Satoru’s shirt between his fingers, yanking tighter when he felt Satoru move more.

“Mhm.” Satoru heard another soft cry from Megumi once he was all the way inside him. The warmth seemed to tighten around him, suck him in more, make him want to cum where he was with the way his balls throbbed. “Come on, kitty, relax for me.” he cooed in Megumi’s ear, but it just made Megumi tremble and shake.

Already he was so close. His toes curled and he leaned his head back, another thrust of Satoru’s hips sending him spiraling. He let out a heavy breath, his moan dragging out and his voice shaking from his impending orgasm.

What made it so much better was how Satoru noticed, how he didn’t wait for Megumi to have his moment all by himself and instead started fucking him at an even pace. Megumi saw some bright stars. Trying to hold out only made it feel so much better. His fingers tightened again, balling up Satoru’s shirt between them, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter with all his strength. As much as he really wanted to hold out, his body was losing to the heat. Satoru didn’t slow down and Megumi just got louder every time he felt Satoru reach deeper.

“C-close, ah!- ‘m close!” Megumi cried.

Satoru could feel it, the way Megumi was clenching around him, the way Megumi's thighs were shaking. But who would he be if he didn't tease Megumi a bit? "Already, kitty? I just started playing with you."

"F-fuck-! Oh! Please, please, Satoru! I'm cu-" his voice broke, the pleasure from Satoru's unrelenting thrusts making it hard to speak.

"Gonna cum for me, Megumi?" He cooed and Megumi could feel his heart, which was already beating so hard, begin to flutter so fast that he'd pass out. Who would've thought his name would sound so sweet coming from this man's mouth? "Gonna make a mess for me?"

"Y-yes!"

He sounded so eager and desperate, already close to cumming but did his very best to hold out for Satoru. Fuck, it was so sweet to hear his voice. Satoru has never worked so hard to get someone to scream as much as he was for Megumi. This was just as good as a couple nights ago. He could really hear Megumi's voice, his moans and cries, just as satisfying as he could imagine. He put his hands up on the mirror, fighting the urge to hold Megumi because if he did he might grab too hard and put bruises on such a beautiful body.

Satoru was drunk on the idea of keeping Megumi all to himself, being the only person to hear such a sweet voice. Megumi was cute, even while actually drunk, unfiltered and cock hungry.

"All for me, right, kitty?" Satoru kissed his cheek. "You're gonna be good for me?"

"Fuck, yes!" Megumi screamed. He'd be so fucking good for him.

He did what Satoru asked of him, making a mess, his cum spurting over stomach with each thrust of Satoru's cock inside him. He cried out as he reached his peak, his lips shaking and his eyes rolling. And the pleasure didn't stop there. Satoru wasn't done with him yet.

Megumi threw his head back, breathing rapidly as Satoru kissed his throat and fucked him in earnest. He wrapped his legs around Satoru’s waist, begging and crying for him to keep going which was enough to make Satoru want to fuck him hard.

Bathroom sex has never felt so good.

Megumi gently placed his hands on Satoru's face, seeing his expression, the way his brows furrowed and the glint in his crystal blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes closed and Megumi wanted nothing more than to touch his white lashes. Such a handsome face, all strained from sex, trying to reach his climax but enjoying being inside this perfect hole so much that he didn't want it to stop. Megumi heard his gasps, his very quiet whimpers, but he wanted more. His fingers traced Satoru's lips, thinking about opening his mouth, wanting to hear Satoru’s moans.

"You're s-so quiet." Megumi huffed out. "You teased me- said those naughty things to me…made me cum for you."

Satoru was breaking slowly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing more labored. He wanted to keep his cool, but Megumi sounded so needy and tempting.

"You should cum for me, too.” Megumi whispered, eager to see Satoru fall apart on him. He could feel Satoru shaking with every word, as if he was hung up on Megumi’s voice coaxing him. “You can cum on me if you want, right where I had my stickers the other night.”

Satoru could see it, those pretty stickers on Megumi’s stomach, those fucking womb stickers that made him want to rearrange Megumi’s guts for fun. “F-fuck!” That got him. His hands balled up against the mirror and he was fucking into Megumi harder, getting him to moan again. Satoru wasn’t quiet either; he was just as shameless, moaning and whimpering desperately until he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

After a few more rough thrusts Satoru pulled out, pumping his cock and spilling his cum on Megumi's stomach. His muscles spasmed and twitched, and he thought he couldn’t breathe with the fire in his chest. That was something he hadn’t gotten before. All he was left with was the view of Megumi and the mess of cum that was over his skin.

“Holy fuck, Megumi,” Satoru gasped and brought Megumi closer to him, leaving kisses on Megumi’s face and neck. “You’re amazing.” He muttered between kisses, getting distracted by just showering Megumi with attention and hearing the soft gasps and whimpers when he bit and nipped at Megumi’s skin.

For a second Megumi thought he was up in the clouds with the way his head swooned. Satoru was still kissing him and Megumi was falling for all the attention he was getting. He touched his stomach to feel the mess of cum that painted his skin. A few giggles and laughs erupted from his lips. He was just as distracted as Satoru was, although the kisses were lovely.

He wrapped his arms around Satoru's neck and smiled. "We should get drinks." He sighed happily, thinking about what he could take a shot of to keep the floating feeling going.

"Look at you trying to finish the night strong. You must really like drinking."

"And fucking." Megumi chimed shamelessly.

"That's good to know. I'll bring alcohol and my dick for you next time." Satoru said.

Megumi especially liked hearing that. He nuzzled closer to Satoru and kissed his cheek, not as sensual as Satoru does, but it was still cute. "You're the best."

Anyone who could give drinks and dick to Megumi while he was drunk would be the best. Satoru wasn't special. And yet in his heart, he felt like he was. He just didn't know what it was like to be with Megumi Fushiguro yet.

His arms dropped from around Satoru’s neck and he fixed the headband in his hair so the cat ears would sit perfectly on his head. "I like you." Megumi blurted out, and it wasn’t just because Satoru was going to shower him with drinks and sex, "you're hot and I might actually wear a butt plug for you."

That was not expected. Satoru found it to be the hottest thing on the planet anyway. He was pathetically in love with this walking disaster of a guy and it was obvious. He stared at Megumi with so much amazement. What he should’ve done was put his dick away because it throbbed again at the immediate fantasies of playing with Megumi, playing with a butt plug that was inside him perfectly, keeping such a beautiful hole stretched. Just for him.

Might as well take advantage of the opportunity. If Megumi wanted to wear a butt plug then he should let that happen. Who was Satoru to stand in his way? "Oh yeah? Pick out a cute one and I'll buy it for you."

Too bad Sober Megumi might need more persuasion to wear a butt plug than just buying it for him. But it's okay. Right now Megumi was into it. He was into Satoru.

He hoped that they could hook up again since he had a good time twice.

They walked down stairs together, hand in hand. Megumi's face was smug, rightfully so since he let Satoru fuck him in the bathroom. He did not give a shit who saw him holding hands with Satoru. Since he was drunk, it was no big deal, and he won't remember it in the morning. But Satoru had a big fucking grin on his face. He fucked Megumi, and didn't have to say a single thing, his expression was telling.

If Satoru really wanted to be nasty, he'd have made Megumi walk around with cum on his stomach just for everyone to see that he was the one to mark Megumi’s womb. Not like Megumi would've said no, he was a little bit too drunk to keep his thoughts straight. In fact he thought Satoru's cum was still on his skin. His fingers traced his lower abdomen, already wiped clean, his jeans slung low at his hips; he imagined feeling the stickiness of his and Satoru’s cum on his fingers.

The thought made him gasp, and Satoru found it cute that Megumi was too drunk to figure out that he was already cleaned up. The kiss to his cheek made him distracted, had him giggling and laughing, his hand tightening in Satoru’s.

They were cute together.

Hopefully, it would stay like that.

After giving in to his request and getting Megumi another drink, he was returned to his rightful keeper -Nobara. She was sitting on the couch with her friends, having a good fucking time talking shit, like usual. All that laughter stopped when they noticed two guys standing in front of them. Nobara didn’t mind seeing Megumi there, it was good to know that he didn’t just run off for the night without saying anything.

But seeing Satoru standing next to him, with that stupid grin and those stupid sunglasses, made Nobara’s expression fall flat.

It only took one glance to know they fucked. But that’s not all. Something else she wasn’t expecting was seeing the way they were holding hands. She almost asked what kind of atrocity Satoru brainwashed Megumi with to get him to hold his hand. The only thing that stopped her from asking the question was that she wasn’t prepared for what could come out of Megumi’s mouth, especially in front of the others.

Satoru was a little too charming for Megumi’s own good. He leaned down to leave a kiss on Megumi’s cheek, making Megumi blush and giggle. “I’ll see ya later, kitty.”

The girls were staring at Satoru, the usual gawking he got for being so handsome. But then they looked back at Megumi who was literally giving the same stare while watching Satoru leave. Nobara could not believe it. Who the hell was Satoru to make Megumi blush like a fucking school girl? When did that ever happen?

Suddenly, Megumi jolted out of his trance and proceeded to try and find space to sit on the couch. There wasn't any but that didn’t stop him. "'Scuse me, 'scuse me." He squished between the girls anyway.

He desperately needed to talk to Nobara about what happened. The girls shuffled over on the couch to make room for Megumi to sit right next to her. He tugged on her jacket as he held himself up so he wouldn’t fall over. There was this intense look of conviction and determination in his eyes. This was important. He had to tell her before he forgot.

"Nobara, listen to me- Nobara, listen." He consciously had to tell himself to focus. His face was serious and he didn’t look away from her.

Nobara was definitely listening.

"We need to…we need to pick out butt plugs. Satoru said he'll buy one for me." He blurted out in desperation.

Out of all the things Megumi could've said to her, Nobara was not expecting that. Apparently this night was full of surprises and it all happened in a minute. She wasn't sure what was more shocking: Megumi wanting her help to find a butt plug or the fact that Satoru, some guy he just met, would buy one for him. She has not had enough drinks tonight to deal with that and she was jealous that Megumi had enough drinks to say he needed a butt plug out in the open.

He looked so determined that she couldn’t find it in her heart to tell him that was a dumb idea. If that’s what was going to make him happy then so be it. She smiled at him, lifting her hands into his hair to take off the cat ears. It seemed like a good idea to toss them behind the couch.

Those cat ears were the reason why Megumi got involved with Satoru in the first place.

"Okay, Megumi. We'll pick out a cute butt plug for you."