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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Kujo_Jotaro/Jean
      Pierre_Polnareff, Kakyoin_Noriaki/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Kakyoin_Noriaki/
      Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Masochism, Rough_Sex, Face-Fucking, Spitroasting,
      Asphyxiation, Derogatory_Language, Cock_Slapping, Aftercare
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-26 Words: 5456
****** A Harmful Comfort ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Suffocated by the guilt of causing the "death" of Abdul, Polnareff
     feels he deserves to be punished. He turns to Jotaro and Kakyoin for
     help.
Notes
     A Christmas gift fic for my good pal Bob!! ♡♡ Here's some more good
     ol' Polnareff suffering for you.
     If you hover over the French, the translation will pop up!
See the end of the work for more notes
“Are you sure about this, you guys?”
Sitting to the side, shirtless with his school slacks still on, Kakyoin watches
warily as Jotaro kisses Polnareff breathless, pinning his muscular arms to the
cheap hotel bed by the wrists with one hand as he shoves up his tight spandex
top to expose abs and a heaving chest. While the display was hard to look away
from, Kakyoin remained apprehensive. Jotaro breaks the kiss after a lingering
purse of his mouth against Polnareff's, and then looks back at him. Polnareff
glances to Kakyoin, panting heavily, and then impatiently says, “Yeah, come on,
you two already agreed, so get naked already! Dépèchez-vous!”
Jotaro grunts in agreement and then grabs the tight fabric of Polnareff's top
before tugging it up over the Frenchman's head, tossing it aside. Then he grabs
onto the waistbands of his underwear and baggy pants. Grinning, Polnareff
arches his hips up to let Jotaro tug them down off of him. Kakyoin slaps a hand
over his eyes, embarrassed with his cheeks flushing. Laughing, Polnareff starts
to tease Kakyoin for his bashfulness, but Jotaro silences him with a hard kiss
to his mouth that makes Polnareff let out a shocked noise.
Polnareff giggles into it and messily kisses back, laughing into the kiss and
saying, “Jotaro, y-you're so—mmmh—eager!”
Pulling back, Jotaro roughly tightens a hand around his throat and shoves his
head back into the pillows, growling at him with a dark scowl, “Shut up.”
Glancing back at the other teen as Polnareff fidgets under him, Jotaro gruffly
says, “Kakyoin, if you're not going to participate, at least use your Stand to
hold him down for me.”
Sighing, Kakyoin flicks his gaze back and forth between the other two.
Silently, he obliges and lets some of Hierophant Green's tendrils curl up onto
the bed and tighten around Polnareff's thighs and wrists, wrenching them down
to the bed and keeping him still. Polnareff lets out a surprised, squeaking
noise and tugs back at the restraints, though Kakyoin tightens the hold
Hierophant has on him and stands from the bed. Polnareff was already hard, his
erection straining up against his belly. Kakyoin can tell from where he stood,
working on the belt and button to his pants, that Polnareff was already
excited, based on his heaving chest and dilated eyes that were fixed up on
Jotaro's stern face as he kept his broad hand around his throat.
“Jo...taro,” Polnareff grunts out past the grip, voice tight and warbled
slightly. Jotaro glances back to the older man and tightens his hand, making
him let out a wet, strangled noise and suck in a breath.
“What?”
Polnareff's eyes flutter shut as he arches his hips up, his flushed cock
visibly straining as he asked for attention there. The muscles in his arms and
legs tensed up as he pulled hopelessly against the restraints, belly heaving as
he waits for Jotaro to respond and, hopefully, touch him. Jotaro scoffs.
“You think I'm going to get you off so soon? You need to be worked more than
this, Polnareff.”
Kakyoin joins them back on the bed, shy and slightly self-conscious now that
his slender, pale body was completely exposed, as was his erection. Jotaro
still wore his boxers, though his own arousal was apparent through the fabric.
Kakyoin sits there for a moment, legs folded and hands placed over his lap,
gaze trained on Polnareff's red face and agape mouth and how Jotaro's broad
hand was tightening around his neck.
“Don't hurt him too badly,” Kakyoin says, shifting closer with concern. It was
unlike him to be visibly concerned for Polnareff when it wasn't a life-
threatening situation, but it's not like he enjoyed seeing Polnareff in a
position like this either--being choked with his body restrained. Jotaro
glances at him and arches a brow.
“I'm sure he would want me to be rougher,” Jotaro remarks, as if the topic of
their discussion wasn't laying under his grip. Kakyoin meets Jotaro's gaze and
crosses his long arms.
“Just don't go overboard, I mean,” Kakyoin says, glancing back down to
Polnareff's face as the Frenchman cracked his eyes open and looked between the
two teenagers. Jotaro nods, saying nothing, and looks back down to Polnareff.
“Can you use Hierophant to squeeze around his junk,” Jotaro asks simply,
gesturing to Polnareff's hard cock with a glance of his intense green eyes and
an arch of a thick brow. Kakyoin gives Jotaro an alarmed look as Polnareff
tries closing his thighs, though Hierophant's tendrils prevented it. Jotaro
takes his hand away from Polnareff's throat and instead reaches down to curl
his index and thumb tight around the base of his balls and dick like a cock
ring, showing Kakyoin what he means. Polnareff gasps for air as he arches his
back, not expecting the sudden release around his throat.
“Jotaro, fuck me already, come on!” Polnareff breathlessly demands, kicking his
legs out and pushing his hips up into the hand on his groin. Kakyoin says
nothing, his lips pressing together in a thin frown, but eventually obliges by
bringing another tendril up to tighten it firmly around Polnareff's genitals.
The older man grunts and fidgets his hips around, brow furrowing at the
feeling. Jotaro squeezes Polnareff's tensed thighs as he says to Kakyoin,
“Instead of sitting there, how about you fuck his face.”
Kakyoin blushes, face heating up, as a look of shock crosses his features.
Jotaro watches him silently, waiting until he reluctantly rises and scoots over
to where Polnareff lay. Being a virgin teen, Kakyoin hesitates, unsure of what
to do and what his boundaries were. Jotaro brings a hand up from Polnareff's
thigh to slap it hard across his erection. Polnareff jerks and cries out, body
arching and eyes clenching shut.
“Suck his dick,” Jotaro orders, tightening his broad fingers around Polnareff's
balls to a painful grip. Eyes wide and mouth fallen open in surprise, Kakyoin
doesn't move, seated by Polnareff's shoulder as he watches with disbelief.
Polnareff pants hard and tries turning to Kakyoin to obey, but the restraint
around his wrist prevents him from moving closer. Face burning up, Kakyoin
shifts closer and rises up onto his knees slightly to give Polnareff a better
angle.
When Polnareff takes Kakyoin's long, slender cock into his mouth and begins to
suck and bob his head, Kakyoin arches his head back, red hair splaying out over
his shoulder blades as he moans breathlessly. Jotaro releases his punishing
hold on Polnareff's balls and instead retrieves the lube from the nightstand.
He watches Polnareff eagerly suck Kakyoin's cock as he squeezes out some lube
and spreads it over his thick fingers. Reaching down as he sets the bottle
aside, Jotaro pushes two of his broad fingers into Polnareff's pink asshole.
Polnareff grunts around Kakyoin's shaft and fidgets his hips up and down,
trying to push down further onto Jotaro's fingers.
Pinning him down with a hard grab to his thigh, Jotaro begins to thrust his
fingers, rough and deep, until Polnareff is moaning embarrassingly loud around
Kakyoin's erection. Jotaro shoves in a third wide finger and pumps them fast
and hard, a ruthless pace that has the other man whimpering. Glancing up from
watching Polnareff's ass spread open for him, Jotaro sees Kakyoin stroking a
gentle, slender hand over his deeply flushed cheek and chest, an intimate,
comforting touch. Polnareff whimpers and pants hard around Kakyoin's cock,
mouth weakly sucking around it in a pitiful attempt at blowing him.
Maybe jabbing his fingers up into him was a bit of a distraction. To bring him
back to the task, Jotaro strikes his hand across his cock again, making him
jerk and cry out. Jotaro curls his calloused fingers around his angry red
length and begins to stroke him, slow and long, which has him moaning instead
of whimpering.
“You can do better than that. Take him all the way,” Jotaro growls, giving one
more gentler slap to his cock that has him gasping and curling his toes.
Polnareff's eyes were visibly dilated and wet as he attempted to take Kakyoin
down his throat, hands clenching into tight fists from where they rested on the
bed, arms stretched out. Kakyoin sets his hand over his mouth and lets out a
hard exhale at the sight of Polnareff bobbing his head and looking up at him
with weak, glistening blue eyes. Jotaro says his name and earns his gaze.
“Use Hierophant if you feel like you're going to spend soon,” Jotaro says
firmly as he pulls out his fingers and grabs the lube again, “And move closer
to him. Why do I have to tell you everything.”
Kakyoin, blushing up to his ears at this point, nods. Quietly he asks as he
scoots up closer to Polnareff's face, his elongated red bang hiding his
expression, “Do you want me to use Hierophant on you?”
“Sure.”
Kakyoin silently apologizes to Hierophant for abusing his powers for something
as lewd as this. He curls a tendril tightly around Jotaro's genitals as a
makeshift cock ring as a deep blush burns in his face from the contact to that
part of Jotaro. Kakyoin gasps and narrows his eyes down at the sight of
Polnareff taking him entirely down his throat, his nose pressing into the neat
tuft of red hair at the base of his cock, his blue eyes raised up to his face,
watching as he sucks firmly around his long cock.
Kakyoin moans out Polnareff's name and curls his pale fingers gently through
his haphazard silver locks. He begins to thrust with careful, shallow rocks of
his hips, but stops immediately when Polnareff heaves, gagging, and squeezes
his eyes shut. Kakyoin jumps when he feels ghostly, cool hands meet his hips.
Looking back, he sees Star Platinum's stoic face. Then he glances at Jotaro,
watching as he slicked up his thick cock and lined up with Polnareff's hole.
Noticing the weird angle of Polnareff's hips, Kakyoin uses Hierophant to tug
his legs up and bend his waist to give Jotaro a better angle. Polnareff
whimpers and tugs hard at Hierophant's tendrils when Jotaro rubs the thick head
of his cock against his wet hole. Jotaro brings a hand up to grab a firm
fistful of Polnareff's genitals as he pushes into him in one firm rock of his
hips. Polnareff grunts loudly, jerking against the restraints with his hands
clenching into tight fists. He whimpers and grunts in pain as Jotaro begins to
rock his hips slowly, forcing his tight hole open with slow thrusts.
Polnareff's eyes well up with tears at the pain of being fucked by Jotaro's
thick cock with a lack of sufficient preparation, but doesn't want him to stop.
It stretched him to a painful length, making Polnareff grunt repeatedly as
Jotaro used his tight hole for his own pleasure with deep, long thrusts. Jotaro
notices how Kakyoin stopped moving.
Kakyoin bites his lip and then sucks in a breath when Star Platinum pushes at
his hips and makes him arch into Polnareff's face, with Polnareff's nose
burying into his curly red pubic hair again. Polnareff groans around his
length, drool dripping down his chin and neck. Reluctantly, Kakyoin begins to
move his hips, planting his hands on the bed on both sides of Polnareff's head,
hands resting over his splayed out silver locks. Star Platinum keeps its wide
hands on his slender hips, guiding him to start thrusting faster and deeper.
“Nnnh, P-Polnareff, s-sorry,” Kakyoin breathlessly whispers, grabbing onto
Polnareff's hair as he gives shaky rocks of his hips. Polnareff was crying now.
A hot tear slides down his flushed cheek as he squeezes his eyes shut, gladly
letting Kakyoin fuck his face even if he was gagging each time he thrust down
into his throat. He was still hard, his cock throbbing and flushed an angry
red, leaking onto his abs as he was being fucked in both holes.
Being in a position like this, restrained and used on both ends, was a huge
fantasy of his so despite the tears on his face and his tugging at the
restraints, he was desperately turned on and wanted someone to touch him.
Jotaro hooked his broad, rough hands around Polnareff's quivering thighs and
began to thrust quicker with graceful rolling of his wide hips, making the
cheap bed creak. Polnareff lets out a muffled grunt around Kakyoin's length
each time Jotaro thrust into him, his eyes rolling up under his eyelids as the
brawny teenager picked up the pace and began to buck his hips into him, hard
and relentless. It hurt, with how big he was and how hard he was pounding his
ass, but it's just what Polnareff wanted and made him moan, loud and muffled
around Kakyoin's cock.
Slowing his own thrusting to a standstill, giving Polnareff a breather, Kakyoin
subtly glances over to watch as Jotaro fucked Polnareff, his big, tan body
tensing and rocking sensually with the hard snapping of his hips. Biting his
lip, Kakyoin stares, eating the sight up. Jotaro's hands slide up over
Polnareff's sides, following the bouncing motion of his body as he thrust up
into him. Jotaro flicks his intense gaze up to Kakyoin's. Looking back down to
Polnareff, Kakyoin feels his heart race fast as he slowly pulls out of
Polnareff's mouth and moves down to lay beside the older man.
Panting hard as soon as his mouth wasn't full, Polnareff turns his head to face
Jotaro and gazes up at him with watering, hazy eyes, mouth agape and brow
furrowed. He cries out with each hard crash of Jotaro's hips against his ass,
his heavy balls slapping against Polnareff's tailbone with each thrust.
Polnareff arches his back and throws his head back, nearly yelling out, “Fuck
me, Jotaro! Harder, fuck me, please!”
Jotaro grunts and begins to piston his hips, quick, hard thrusts that has
Polnareff's muscular body jerking with each meeting of their skin. Polnareff
whimpers and tries bringing a hand down to touch himself, but Kakyoin, watching
from where he lay beside Polnareff, felt it and only tightened Hierophant
around his wrists and genitals. Whining, the Frenchman shook his hips
impatiently.
“Touch me, Kakyoin,” Polnareff moans, craning his head back with some of his
silver locks brushing against Kakyoin's cheek with how close the teen was
laying beside him. Kakyoin swallows hard and hesitates, his hand sliding across
the sheets to touch Polnareff gently on the hip. Jotaro suddenly slapping
Polnareff across his cock again with a firm hand during his thrusting surprises
both of them, making Kakyoin retract his hand and Polnareff moan loudly. He
seemed to like it that time, based on his writhing and gasping of Jotaro's
name. His cock throbbed and remained flushed an angry red, asking for another
slap that Jotaro gives it, a sharp smack of his hand that makes Kakyoin wince.
“S-S'il te plait, s'il te plait,” Polnareff gasps, arching his hips up with his
thighs clenching up and trembling from where Hierophant kept them raised.
Kakyoin pants quietly from where he lay on his side, violet eyes flicking
between Polnareff's screwed up face and Jotaro's, which too was flushed but
still pretty stoic. Kakyoin licks his lips, watching with his own erection
aching as Jotaro brings a hand up to choke Polnareff again. Polnareff moans,
ragged and garbled past the hand around his neck and cranes his head back to
encourage it.
“Fucking dirty slut,” Jotaro growls, roughly jerking Polnareff's head back into
the pillows with a few shoves of his hand, “You want to be choked? You like
this shit?”
Polnareff pants hard, eyes rolling up with a moan falling from his agape mouth
at the humiliating words. Kakyoin bites his lip and feels a little aroused
himself at the rough treatment and derogatory dirty talk. At first he was
reluctant, worried that it would go too far, that Polnareff shouldn't have to
be hurt to feel better about the “loss” of their friend, but now he was kind of
getting into it. Kakyoin brings his hand up to gently squeeze at one of
Polnareff's hard, pink nipples. Polnareff gasps and then lets out a choked
gurgling noise when Jotaro tightens his broad hand around his pale neck.
Kakyoin glances up at Jotaro then, anxious again from the force of his choking.
Jotaro meets his glance and then brings his hand back from his throat. Gasping
hard, Polnareff's chest heaves as he catches his breath, eyes cracking open
before falling shut again. Kakyoin gently plays with his nipples, pinching and
pulling and rubbing as he fixes his gaze on Polnareff's face again. Polnareff
moans at the feeling, aroused by the attention to the erogenous part of his
body.
Instead of choking him, Jotaro rakes his nails down his chest and abs, leaving
pale streaks of red before grabbing his thigh and picking up the pace of his
hard thrusting again. Polnareff moans, voice rough and raw, and begins to beg
again.
“Please, Kakyoin! Touch me! Take Hierophant off, please,” he cries, fidgeting
his hips around and bucking them, his achingly red cock bouncing with the
motion. Kakyoin bites his lip, belly surging with heat at his words and
desperate behavior. Sliding closer to Polnareff, Kakyoin runs his pale hand
down the Frenchman's heaving belly and curls long fingers around his pulsating
shaft. He flicks his gaze up to meet Jotaro's narrowed, intense eyes.
Polnareff whimpers and then moans lowly when Kakyoin began to slowly pull at
his aching cock. Bucking his hips up weakly, he pants hard and looks over at
the redhead with an agape mouth and weak eyes. He closes them when the other
teen squeezes gently at the leaking head. Watching Polnareff's face, Kakyoin
blushes and continues moving his hand, slow and hardly satisfying. Polnareff
speaks again, wobbly and breathless.
“M-merci, merci, more, ah--plus rapide...”
Kakyoin closes his hand tight around the thick, throbbing base and slowly pulls
up, a slow back and forth motion that has Polnareff whining and fidgeting his
hips. Kakyoin stares at his face, aroused and enamored, before he leans in to
kiss softly at his jaw and neck. Watching with heavy panting and a flushed,
neutral expression, Jotaro presses deep into Polnareff, stilling against him to
rest and let his aching thighs take a break.
He watches with arousal curling in his belly as Kakyoin slowly kisses his way
up to Polnareff's lips. Polnareff hums into it, his lips mashing against
Kakyoin's deeply, while the redhead wasn't as confident and kissed him shyly.
Sharing his first kiss with the Frenchman had Kakyoin's heart racing, his brow
furrowed and cheeks flushed a deep pink. His pale hand slides up to cup
Polnareff's jaw as he attempts to return the deep kiss efficiently, his red
hair clinging to his cheek and sides of his face with sweat.
Jotaro thinks the image is pretty intimate, and can't help but stare. When
Kakyoin pulls away slowly, breath short and hand moving down to rest on
Polnareff's chest, Jotaro stares at Kakyoin's wide lips as Polnareff grins up
at the boy he kissed and puckers up teasingly. Kakyoin, embarrassed by the
Frenchman's nonchalant teasing, reaches down and pinches him hard on the
nipple. Polnareff bucks and yelps, making Kakyoin laugh and Jotaro subtly
smirk.
Leaning over again with a soft smile, Kakyoin kisses Polnareff's jaw and sweaty
neck as he brings his hand down to begin playing with his heavy cock, tickling
at the purpling, swollen head that has Polnareff gasping and throwing his head
back into the pillows. Jotaro readjusts himself on his legs, planting his feet
more comfortably on the bed for more leverage. He wraps his broad hands around
Polnareff's quivering thighs and begins to snap his hips hard and fast into him
again, resounding smacks of skin meeting skin mixing with Polnareff's loud
cries that rose in volume as Kakyoin kept gently stroking his fingertips along
the sensitive head of his erection, in time with Jotaro's rough fucking.
The ruthless force and pace that Jotaro kept up, a quick bucking of his hips
that has Polnareff's body jerking with each one, was becoming painful and had
Polnareff clenching his teeth and grunting loudly after each thrust. Jotaro
pants hard, head ducking down as he felt himself nearly reach the edge, his
chest heaving and hands tightening on Polnareff's muscular thighs. Kakyoin
notices, and to speed it along, began to stroke Polnareff's pulsing cock fast
with a tight grip as he retracts Hierophant's tendrils from around both of
their genitals. Kakyoin winces when Polnareff yells in pleasure, his entire
body jerking.
Jotaro moans, low and rough, as his orgasm crashes through him, slamming his
pelvis hard and fast against Polnareff's ass as he pumped his come into him.
Polnareff whimpers and thrusts up into Kakyoin's merciful hand and amongst
Jotaro's grunting and panting, he cried out as thick ropes of come shoot out
from his reddened cock while Kakyoin continued stroking him with a tight, quick
hand.
Watching this unfold has Kakyoin blushing, amazed that his first time was as
mind-blowing as this. He never thought that his first time would be a
threesome. Polnareff slumps back against the bed as Jotaro pulls out and then
weakly stands from the bed, before he enters the bathroom without saying a word
to the other two. Kakyoin lets Polnareff's spent cock rest on his heaving
belly. He then called back Hierophant Green's tendrils slowly, letting
Polnareff's quivering legs rest against the bed. Kakyoin glances over his face,
noticing how his eyelids were falling weakly, as if he was struggling to stay
awake.
Jotaro returns with a small, damp hand towel and after wiping himself off, he
nudges open Polnareff's legs and makes a face when he notices a red tint in the
come that was seeping out of his ass. Kakyoin doesn't want to look to see what
has Jotaro grimacing, so instead he looks back at Polnareff and brings a hand
up to cup his cheek.
“Polnareff, do you want water? Are you thirsty at all?” Kakyoin asks softly,
watching as the Frenchman weakly opened his eyes. Managing a tired smile,
Polnareff shakes his head and then lazily brings his arms up to wrap them
around Kakyoin.
“Non,” Polnareff murmurs as he strokes a hand over Kakyoin's slender side,
voice heavy with sleepiness and satisfaction, “Je veux t'embrasser. Tu es très
mignon...”
Polnareff winces at the touch of the hand towel, looking over to see Jotaro
cleaning him off gently. Jotaro folds up the soiled part of the hand towel and
quickly wipes up the cooled ejaculation on Polnareff's abs before tossing the
towel aside. Kakyoin was still trying to mentally translate what the Frenchman
said. But when Polnareff's attention turned back to him and he was pulled
closer to have his mouth kissed gently, he supposed that was a sufficient
answer. Jotaro runs his hands up over Polnareff's legs as he climbs back onto
the bed, a silent comforting touch, before he turns to Kakyoin. Kakyoin doesn't
expect to be manhandled onto his back, suddenly breaking his intimate kiss with
the older man. He looks up at Jotaro with widened eyes.
Jotaro meets his gaze with an intense look in his green eyes as he pulls his
pale thighs apart and leans in to take his neglected erection into his mouth.
Gasping, Kakyoin cranes his head back into the pillows, eyes closed and mouth
falling open. Polnareff giggles to his side and runs a hand down Kakyoin's
chest, watching as Jotaro began to bob his head, his mouth closed tight around
his slender cock. Kakyoin feels Polnareff grab onto his wrists and pin his
hands to the bed. Cracking open his eyes, he looks over at Polnareff just
before he's kissed again.
“Mmmh, P-Pol--” Kakyoin attempts to speak into the kiss, but Polnareff mashing
his mouth against his own made it difficult to. He moans breathlessly as Jotaro
continues to suck his cock, his brain short-circuiting when Polnareff slides
his tongue into his mouth and basically does to his mouth what Jotaro is doing
to his dick.
Polnareff's hands tighten on his wrists, moving his body closer to the boy and
pinning him down with his chest to keep him still as he kissed him deeply and
persistently, his silver locks brushing against Kakyoin's flushed cheeks and
neck. Kakyoin starts to shake, his body quivering and twitching as the
overwhelming sensations suffocate him. Jotaro keeps a tight grip on his thighs
and holds them open as he licks a long, fat stripe up the underside of his
cock.
Face a deep red with his chest heaving and pale skin dotted with sweat, Kakyoin
furrows his brow, focusing on weakly kissing Polnareff back. Feeling Jotaro's
hot tongue slide up against the underside of his cock head, massaging the
sensitive nerves there, has Kakyoin's body jerking.
A muffled moan vibrates from his lips through Polnareff's, the teenager's
thighs quivering in Jotaro's broad, calloused hands. Jotaro starts to suck
tightly at the head, nursing at it as if he were trying to drink from it, which
has Kakyoin coming abruptly. The suddenness of it has him jerking his thighs up
from Jotaro's grasp, closing them around his head with his feet digging down
into his wide, tan shoulder blades.
Dropping his head back into the pillows, Kakyoin moans breathlessly with his
mouth fallen open, his face flushed a deep red. Polnareff watches with a grin,
sliding a hand across his chest to rub firmly at his hard nipples, glancing
over to see Jotaro bobbing his head slowly over his pulsing, angry red length.
Kakyoin whimpers and weakly thrusts up into Jotaro's face, his eyes cracking
open to watch.
“Ah, stop--” Kakyoin whines, hips quivering and jerking back from
oversensitivity. Obliging, Jotaro pulls back slowly, until it falls from his
sucking mouth with an embarrassing, audible wet pop. Glancing up with lustful
green eyes, Jotaro licks his lips and then scoots up to join the other two.
Kakyoin gasps when Jotaro slides up close to him, cups his cheek with a warm,
broad hand, and kisses him.
Letting out a soft noise into it, Kakyoin closes his eyes and lets Jotaro
slowly move his plump lips over his own sore, kissed ones. Polnareff watches
the intimate exchange with wide eyes, cheeks flushing and lips curling into a
grin. Jotaro slides his broad hand into Kakyoin's sweaty red locks and holds
the side of his face as he gives him slow, open-mouthed kisses that leaves the
other teen breathless and panting into his mouth.
Kakyoin's hands are kept pinned to the bed by Polnareff, so he couldn't touch
Jotaro back, but either way, he was fine with having the life kissed out of him
by the boy he secretly finds extremely attractive. He tries to return it with
as much intensity as Jotaro was giving him, but he was exhausted and he was
struggling to catch his breath. Finally Jotaro pulls away, panting himself, and
looks down at Kakyoin's flushed face and kissed, swollen lips. Jotaro licks his
lips, glances to Polnareff, and says lowly, “Get under the sheets with him.
I'll get some water. We all need it.”
Sliding his hand from Kakyoin's locks, Jotaro stands and makes his way to the
small adjoined bathroom, with Kakyoin's hazy violet eyes fixed intently on his
shifting back muscles and muscular ass as he goes. He shivers when he feels
Polnareff's hands on him. Looking over, he sees the other man gazing at him
with a tilted smile.
“Here, lift your hips. So I can pull the blankets out from under you,”
Polnareff says, voice low and gentle. Nodding, Kakyoin looks away and moves
further up on the bed, resting against the headboard and letting Polnareff fix
the covers and lift them up. He slides back down under them, with the Frenchman
joining him.
When he's pulled into a tight, comforting embrace, Kakyoin blushes and brings
his arms up to wrap them snugly around Polnareff's wide torso. Polnareff's
hands are calloused and warm on his skin, sliding down over his sides and up
over his back. Kakyoin stares at his chest, coming to realize that despite
their differences and how he seems to get on his nerves constantly, he found
comfort in his arms like this. He was a nice presence to have. Kakyoin closes
his eyes and asks tiredly as he hears Jotaro reenter the room, indicated by
heavy footsteps, “How do you feel, Polnareff?”
Humming softly, Polnareff strokes his hand over the back of the redhead's hair
as he murmurs sleepily, “Lighter.”
“Here,” Jotaro speaks up, before Kakyoin could respond. Unraveling from the
embrace, they both look over to see Jotaro holding out two small cups of water.
Reaching out, they both take a cup and bring it to their mouths. Kakyoin
notices a third cup resting on the side table, which Jotaro claims and brings
it up to his lips to down the liquid. Kakyoin takes a few small drinks, not
feeling particularly dehydrated or thirsty, and leans over to set it on the
nightstand. Polnareff downs it in one go, squeezes the thin plastic cup in his
fist, and tosses it at the trash bin against the opposite wall. He misses by a
wide margin. Kakyoin snickers from behind a hand and glances at the frowning
Frenchman with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Shut up. You couldn't have done better,” Polnareff huffs, crossing his
muscular arms. Jotaro smirks as he crumples up his cup and tosses it towards
the bin. It went in effortlessly. Kakyoin laughs again, this time more vocal,
while Polnareff points at Jotaro and exclaims loudly, “You were using Star
Platinum! I saw!”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Jotaro says as he makes his way
around the bed to Polnareff's side. Polnareff grumpily scoots over when he
nudges him on the side. Sliding under the covers with the other two, Jotaro
gets comfy by hooking his arm under a pillow and tugging it under his head.
Kakyoin lets out an alarmed noise when he nearly falls off the edge. Polnareff
grabs him with a concerned look on his face and then says with exasperation,
“There isn't enough room in here for three of us!”
“Yes, there is,” Jotaro says simply and then reaches out to hook a thick
forearm around Polnareff's midsection. The Frenchman let out an undignified
squawk when he was suddenly pulled back against the brawny teen. Kakyoin easily
follows, thanks to Polnareff's grasp on him, and represses the laughter that
threatens to slip out when he notices Polnareff's annoyed, flustered
expression. Jotaro wraps his arms tight around Polnareff's waist and nuzzles
into his back comfortably. Kakyoin turns to face Polnareff and gives him a wary
smile as he scoots closer, hugging his pale, slender arms to himself.
Grinning, Polnareff reaches out to wrap his arms around the smaller boy and
tugs him close, like Jotaro had done to him. Kakyoin blushes, but lets himself
be smothered. Polnareff kisses his head then, which was too far. Kakyoin frowns
and pinches him hard on the side. Jerking, Polnareff lets out a pathetic whine
and makes the other two laugh. Jotaro chuckles while Kakyoin grins and snickers
behind a hand again. Polnareff sniffs, feigning hurt, and grumbles, “You guys
are bullies...”
He blushes, though, when Jotaro strokes his broad, warm hand up over his chest
in a nice touch. Kakyoin grins a little and leans in, scooting higher up just
enough to kiss Polnareff's mouth. Polnareff smiles into it and closes his eyes.
Kakyoin's slender hand meets the side of his face, long fingers sliding through
silver locks as he purses his mouth a few times.
Kakyoin gives one last kiss to his chin before he pulls away and drops back
down onto the pillows. He hides his face in the older man's chest and reaches
out to touch Jotaro on the arm while Polnareff grins to himself, obviously
pleased with the unnecessary kiss that Kakyoin was apparently willing to give
him. Jotaro lifts his fingers from lazily resting against Polnareff's abs to
stroke his blunt fingertips over Kakyoin's side. Kakyoin smiles against
Polnareff's chest and gives a soft squeeze to Jotaro's bicep.
“Even if I'm kind of squashed in this sandwich of beef, this is great,”
Polnareff says, voice noticeably pleased and amused. Kakyoin sighs against his
chest while Jotaro lets out a tired grumble.
“Aren't you tired? Go to sleep already,” they say in unison, one voice
noticeably lower and sleepier than the other. Polnareff giggles and continues
to play with Kakyoin's red locks happily.
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