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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Kishibe_Rohan, Higashikata_Josuke, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      This_is_nothing_but_Johan_lmfao, 30_Day_OTP_Challenge, other_characters
      might_be_involved!!
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-15 Updated: 2015-03-27 Chapters: 16/30 Words: 38754
****** An Artist and His Pet Pompadour ******
by timelessplatinum
Summary
     For a 30 Day NSFW OTP Challenge! I'm bored and need something to do
     Warning for underage because Josuke is 16 I guess????
     Also im sorry im trying to remember how to write so yeah it might
     suck here and there lmfao
***** Cuddles (Naked) *****
Chapter Summary
     Whooooo Naked party
     Rohan's buttmad over finding Josuke hot.
Rohan was honestly trying to remember how they got here. His memory was clouded
with anger and lust, hiding the intricate details of the events leading to him
laying naked with Higashikata. Their bodies were intertwined in a tangled mess
of obvious post coital. Rohan could definitely feel that as he wiggled in the
sheets, grunting in displeasure of the sensation of wetness seeping from his
inner thighs.
He had gotten so passionate and angry, he really had a blind rage induced fuck
session with him.
Rohan was churning his regrets and horror deep in himself, whilst still pressed
into the chest of his partner in this mess. He acknowledged vaguely that he was
indeed in the embrace of a hot and sweaty Josuke, but at the moment, he felt
that trying to assess how A + B became C was much more important than moving
away. His face was pressed tight into Josuke’s chest now, contemplating and
replaying the events to lead to such a scenario.
Josuke on the other hand, had been laying lazily next to Rohan, arms wrapped
peacefully around the older man’s waist. His fingers drummed contently against
the heated skin, enjoying the pleasant sensation of warmth between them. He had
to admit, for all the bullshit this guy could put him through for simple
accidents (Kira’s appearance wasn’t his fault and neither was half his house
burning down… he swears!), he was kind of nice when he wanted to be. Really
attractive too, though… he probably wouldn’t necessarily admit that part.
Josuke’s violet hues had been eyeing Rohan calmly after the whole wild event.
Even Josuke himself couldn’t believe it. Rohan was a really picky guy. He liked
things in a specifically planned and timed fashion. It was kind of creepy how
high maintenance he was, even when it came to sex. Just a couple minutes ago,
they had finished a wild fuck, Rohan riding him like his life depended on it.
But now he just looked like he was sulking. Was it really that hard for this
guy to admit he liked a younger dude?
“Kishibe-sensei.”
“What.”
“I can practically hear your inner monologue from here. If having sex with me
is such a terrible thing, I can stop coming onto you!” Josuke had a tender
smile play across his lips when he started with both the teasing jab and the
honest response. He could be pretty understanding. He had a feeling that
Rohan's ego was a little bruised from bottoming.
Rohan’s gaze shot right up, locking into that of Josuke’s. He was
flabbergasted, once again taken off guard by the boy with the ridiculous
pompadour (which when messy seemed oddly more attractive). The mangaka hissed
at him darkly, before burying his face right back into Josuke’s collar bone,
hands angrily gripping at his mid-section.
“I prefer it when you’re not speaking, Higashikata.” Rohan’s tone had a bite of
venom, but this wasn’t anything Josuke hadn't gotten used to.
“You seemed to be content with what I said not too long ago~” The sing songy-
ness of Josuke’s tone hit Rohan deep. Oh god, he really had been content with
it. He let down his guard much too fiercely and now backpedaling became
increasingly more and more impossible to do. Rohan finally acknowledged it;
there was no way he could save face at this point. With a bitterness in his
blood, he chomped at Josuke’s collarbone, causing the younger to yelp and
wiggle while trying to pry the older off. Why he did this? He wasn't even sure
himself. He just wanted to make a fool out of Josuke for what happened.
“OW, OW, OW, KISHIBE-SENSEI NO!!! FUCK WHY--!!!”
Rohan didn’t let up one bit, using his arms to cling tighter to Josuke’s body,
refusing to let go with neither arms nor teeth. Josuke was even using Crazy
Diamond at this point, using the stand to tug Rohan’s shoulders from behind as
he pushed at him from the front. Eventually the elder let go much to his own
displeasure, letting the raven haired boy sulk and nurse his blaring red mark.
The sounds of whining and mumbled curses echoed into the silence of the
bedroom. Eventually Rohan resettled against Josuke, much to the younger’s
surprise.
If he had made a mistake like this, he had to follow up with it. There was no
way for him to escape what he did without looking like a fool. The Great
Kishibe Rohan refused to look like a coward in the light of such a lewd
display. He might as well accept whatever fate lead with this boy. Josuke had
turned his simple life upside down, with him never able to correct it. His
plans, his calm life… had been destroyed by the existence of this boy. Now, he
had to live with the consequences of falling into his trap.
He went to open his mouth to say something that might have been almost
romantic, but Josuke was still whining over his collarbone hurting. He wiggled
against Rohan, complaining deeply about how horrible that was and going on and
on about it.
Rohan decided to hold any half-hearted lovey-dovey comments for later.
“Josuke. If you stop bellowing, you can stay for a while.” Rohan’s tone was
soft albeit rather controlling. His arm ended up draped lazily over the high
schooler’s neck, giving him a defeated gaze. Josuke seemed to settle down after
the sound of his own name, staring blankly at the artist. It reminded Rohan of
a puppy, the way he looked to him so widely. It was bizarre if anything.
That reminded Rohan of something he had been absolutely dreading bringing up.
“By the way, if you tell anyone of these meetings, I promise to tear your pages
out… one by one. I’ll make your life hell, as I tort-“
Josuke didn’t give him a change to finish. The younger pressed a slobby kiss on
the arrogant artist. It was just a kiss, firm and affectionate. Rohan could
practically feel the raw energy and admiration through that motion alone.
Slowly, the boy broke the contact, giving him a coy gaze.
“I’m not that type of guy, Ro- Kishibe-sensei.” Josuke’s expression spoke
nothing but truth, eyes bright with enthusiasm and obvious happiness. Despite
lying to him in the past, the artist could tell from the words and gestures
alone that the boy was honest with his words. It wasn't the threats that made
him say that, but the genuine loyalty and respect he had for the other.
“Josuke.”
“Mnnn~?”
“You may call me Rohan. Just for today.”
"SAY WHAT?"
Rohan regretted saying that, as he got thrown onto his back and assaulted by
passionate hugs and nestling. He then had to lay there blinking in disgust for
a couple hours afterwards with a boy who decided to fall asleep on top of him
from being over-stimulated.
***** Kiss(Naked) *****
Chapter Summary
     Patience is a virtue, and Josuke doesn't have it.
Chapter Notes
     I like this one more than the first. I feel like this is going to be
     the theme as I continue with this challenge. Words are coming to me
     better the more I type.
     This whole thing has been a practice for me to get back into writing,
     and I'm enjoying it a lot so far!
It’s exactly the same as normal kissing, right?
Josuke wanted to say that, but having their naked bodies pressed taut against
one another certainly didn’t scream ‘normal kissing’. When he thought of normal
kissing, he pictured a shy girl pecking her crush’s cheek, while giggling
happily about it. Maybe a husband and wife giving chaste kisses to each other
after one of them returns home from work.
It is certainly not what the feeling was like in this case. Heavy petting and
making out naked was definitely not that. Having Rohan mounted on top of him,
grinding his ass against his cock and then drawing what he saw…
Nope, not the run of the mill normal kissing.
Their lips parted and then crushed against one another again, tongues flicking
swiftly in contact. Rohan’s lashes fluttered as his all the while serious and
forever working gaze met with that of Josuke’s. With a rather loud pop and
gasping shared between the two, Rohan bent to the side again, scribbling in his
sketch book.
“Hold that face. It screams affection and lust. That could be perfect for a
novel, one day.” Rohan sounded just the same as he wrote small notes to himself
as well as quick sketches that always seemed more like finished products. His
abilities were really amazing. In fact, he almost made Josuke uncomfortable. In
some ways, it was like looking at a mirror made out of paper when Rohan drew
him.
Once satisfied with the blushing sketches at his fingertips, the artist turned
back to the boy he was sitting on top of. His left arm stayed draped around his
shoulders while his right hung free, pen ready to work at any moment. Rohan
smacked his lips together once, eyeing the heavily panting and obviously needy
boy.
“Aqua marine compliments you well, Higashikata.” The mangaka mused, eyeing the
various kiss marks he had smeared across the high schooler’s face. Josuke could
feel the burn come back to his ears and cheeks as he acknowledged the fact.
They had started with Rohan analyzing how he reacted to simple kisses: starting
with forehead, to the temples, down to his cheeks, each side of his lips and
then finally…

Rohan leaned in again, tongue out to run the tip across Josuke’s bottom lip,
snatching the boy out of his hazed state. Josuke hungrily returned the gesture,
nipping at those smudged lips and yanked him in by the shoulders for another
kiss. His elder struggled against him, hollering about how this wasn’t a part
of the deal they made, but Josuke didn’t care at the moment.
All of this work business was really making his cock hurt. Rohan said something
about wanting his reactions ‘in the raw’. That meant intimacy, completely
naked. Rohan had been sketching all parts of him in between kisses. Maybe this
was just Rohan’s subtle way of trying to get himself drilled into whatever
surface his younger partner could find.
“Rohan? Are we done yet~? I can’t wait much longer~!!” Josuke whined against
the artist’s lips, giving him innocent pecks over and over again. His lips and
tongue always tasted sweet. It had the bite of expensive teas and fruit. Kind
of weird to notice, but he was sure he was starting to get addicted to the
taste of the other’s mouth against his.
“No. I haven’t analyzed the sensations thoroughly enough. You offered to assist
me in my work. Remember what you get for keeping your side of the deal.” The
scowl he got from the artist was piercing. Rohan would be really cute if he
didn’t always look like he had a giant thorny stick up his ass. Rohan went
right back to scribbling all sorts of notes and comments and Josuke was
starting to feel ignored and mistreated (How can you leave a guy with a hard-on
hanging for this long!? This is just plain abuse!).
The raven haired boy delicately took the artist’s face in his hands, drawing
his attention back to his gleaming smile. Rohan gave a sigh, lips pursed in
pure annoyance. With a roll of his eyes, he tapped the end of his pen to his
pouting lips, giving open invitation for Josuke to seize them.
Their lips met together roughly, teeth bumping and lips meshing for another
haphazard kiss. Josuke knew he still wasn’t the best at kissing but only
practice could make him better right? Rohan’s motions were swift and precise,
just like everything else about him. His tongue ran graceful circles around
Josuke’s, whilst trying to take control of their kiss. Josuke refused to not go
down swinging and yanked the artist down on top of him, grinding cautiously
into the cleft of his ass.
Rohan’s response was gasps and grumbles of displeasure with weak attempts to
pull away. The change of position had taken him off guard. Josuke took the
initiative by giving a gentle bite or two to his tongue before using his hand
to really crush their faces together.
He planned it well.
His rutting caused Rohan to fall apart, their kiss beginning to seem much less
like a business deal and more meaningful and lust filled. They would pull away
from each other gasping and moaning, before diving back in like wild animals.
It seemed Rohan given up on his sketching at the time and had slammed his pen
down on the pad in defeat. His hands rushed to cup Josuke’s face while the
other’s were dancing up and down his lithe form. The two had merged into a
sweating mess of belated intimacy.
Rohan growled into each kiss, completely trying to overcome the tongue that
seemed to constantly slip into his mouth. The two were in a war of dominance,
neither wanting to stand down for the other. They fight viciously with mouths,
their bodies working to unison with their hopes of victory. Rohan tugged
sharply at Josuke’s hair, eliciting sharp groans, while Josuke cupped and
squeezed his ass in response. They were both gasping and moaning into each
other, slowly trying to overtake one another with more intense physical
responses.
“You’re…. insatiable.” Was all the artist could get in before being flipped
onto his back, sketchpad and pen being smacked clear off the bed by Josuke’s
stand, while the boy nestled himself between his legs, grinning deviously at
the older man.
“I’m insatiable, but you’re a cock tease. I’m taking my pay now.”
And like that, the figure study was over and now they were into a more private
study on the workings of the human body.
***** First Time *****
Chapter Summary
     I WROTE TOO MUCH I'M SO SORRY.
     this is really rough
     like
     super rough
     I don't really know what happened in this chapter. I kind of just
     typed and said fuck it.
The two of them shared an odd relationship, if it could even be called that.
They had an unspoken pact of loyalty to one enough but as a whole, their bond
was stale and filled with tension. Josuke forced it on him after Rohan’s house
had been partially destroyed. He absolutely refused to leave his doorstep and
actually camped out on it for a total of three days before Rohan snapped,
accepting his terms and conditions.

Now, months later, they still had this uncomfortable bond. Josuke and him would
end up meeting at Rohan’s favorite café(if he didn’t show up, Josuke would
break down his door and forcibly bring him) to sit together. Rohan ended up
doing work most times, vaguely listening to whatever things Josuke decided to
say at the time. Occasionally the artist would give a dull nod before
continuing to his own work, sketching and drawing up new plot points for Pink
Dark Boy.
Josuke had been trying too hard to impress him; in fact thinking about it made
him kind of sick. Josuke delved lightly into the mangaka’s works, sometimes
talking about things he liked. He knew it wasn’t the boy’s cup of tea and
turned his nose up. Another ploy to get something out of him, he could just
tell. Josuke could protest all he wanted, but Rohan knew the truth. Josuke was
a trickster and he wouldn’t forgive him for the dice incident. Everything from
then on out was some form of deception to ruin something else.
Josuke also tended to buy him his favorite drinks; double shot expressos and
dark mocha lattes. This felt even more like a trap. Rohan would sneer in
disgust, often sniffing and examining the drinks for tampering, hissing in rage
over the fact the boy was trying to set him up again. Obviously he was trying
to get leverage on Rohan, by doing things like this. There was no way he’d do
it ‘just because’.
As time went on, Rohan found himself vaguely tolerating the boy with the
pompadour. When they sat together, he was generally polite albeit awkward.
Though, he noticed a weird change in the relationship over time. Often when
they sat together with his friends (sometimes Koichi and the rest, Koichi
singularly, or even that oafish boy) Josuke’s gaze at him seemed different. He
couldn’t put his finger on it, but it seemed as if the boy was stealing glances
at him through casual talks about homework with Koichi, or when the other oaf
burned his tongue on a hot drink.
The gaze itself seemed almost affectionate? Rohan could barely tell himself. It
was something foreign he’d never witnessed before and that truly bothered him.
He wanted to crack Josuke open and read him, read why he was spending so much
time with him and what he wanted. There was no way he was doing this from the
bottom of his heart. There was ulterior motive behind these months spend
together.
No, actually, He wanted Josuke to admit he was a lying fraud himself. He’d play
this game with the boy until he finally admitted that he was using him for
something. Probably popularity. He spent so much time with the artist at this
point, he caught rumors and giggles from those sheeple that stalked the high
schooler. Maybe that was it. People probably treated him better now that he
spent so much time with a famous Mangaka.
“Kishibe-sensei?” The silence was broken by the almost inaudible tone that came
from the raven haired boy, who went right back to sipping deeply into his
smoothie, chewing the straw.
“What?”
“…. Ngh, Nevermind. Forgot what I was gonna say.”
A blatant lie. Rohan’s eyebrows slowly knitted together with his nose wrinkling
in more disgust. Josuke caught the gaze and quickly looked to the other side
again, slurping hard on the obviously empty cup.
Rohan went to open his mouth, scowling angrily. Enough was enough. It had been
about a month, and Josuke still continued this ridiculous behavior. If he was
going to tease him with the big reveal of being a liar and a sham and then say
‘forget it’ then…
“Heaven’s Door.”
The stand materialized in front of him, opening up the pages on Josuke’s face.
The boy gave a look of pure horror at this, hissing weakly.
Rohan began reading, trying to ignore the cursing and insults flying from the
startled boy’s lips.
I’ve been trying really hard to get alone with Rohan. I’m doing everything I
can think of; sitting with him in the fucking WORST silences ever, reading his
books that just aren’t my thing, even practicing drawing! I just really want to
be friends with him already. I’ve spent months trying to get him to warm up to
me like he does Koichi. I have to say, I’m a little jealous of the little guy.
He just has all the luck.
Rohan’s eyebrow arched in intrigue at this. Josuke at this point struggled to
try to push him away from himself but failed miserably. At this point, he
didn’t care what onlookers thought. To them, it was an angry artist boring his
eyes into a slouched student’s forehead. That was just fine with him.
I don’t think he’d believe me if I was honest with him. I find him really
attractive.
Rohan’s eyes went wide in horror. Josuke mumbled something incoherently. Rohan
wasn’t listening.
I want my first time to be with Rohan. I think then he’ll know I’m honest about
my feelings with him. Hah, that’s pretty stupid isn’t it? He’ll never believe
me if I tried to tell him this shit. It’s best I keep it to myself or else
he’ll try to beat my ass. As if I’d le-
In an instant, Rohan slammed the pages of Josuke’s face closed. He was in
absolute shock. Josuke looked concerned too, horrified of what exactly the
artist decided to read, though he had a terrible suspicion as to what it was.
Before Josuke could get that chance to evaluate what happened, Rohan was
already gone. He bolted off with the words burned into his thoughts.
I want my first time to be with Rohan.
-----------------------------xoxo---------------------------------
Neither Josuke nor Rohan knew what to say. He invited Josuke in and they sat in
silence in the living room. The high schooler looked like if his face turned
any redder, he might actually explode. Rohan on the other hand sat in dead
melancholy, head turned the other way. He clenched at the cup of tea in his
hands for dear life, it seeming to be the only normal thing left in his life at
the moment. The elephant is definitely in the room with them, but they both
refuse to address it.
“Maybe I should go. You seem like you’re in a bad mood today!” Josuke instantly
hops onto his feet, attempting to slide across the room to escape out of this
hell.
“You’re staying until you admit it.” 
Josuke froze in the hallway, eyes wide in horror. Rohan thinks he’s finally got
the boy into his web. He was trapped, hopefully.
“What, are you going to try to force me?” The boy had taken a defensive
position, his stand coming out to throw some punches in the air as a threat.
“No. I know it’ll eat you alive until you make your confession.” Rohan’s lips
hit the tea cup, thanking god it was there to stare at instead of the boy’s
face.
“Yeah well, it’s gonna take a while and I don’t feel like standing here trying
to explain it!”
“I have time.”
Rohan was firm in this. He wanted Josuke to admit it himself. Reading the truth
alone wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the boy to admit it to his face and beg
for it to become reality. It might be a good idea if they did it. Rohan could
pick up some new material for potential explicit manga (He planned to write
under a penname and even tweak his style).
Josuke stood there, looking at him like a deer in front of headlights. His lips
moved but not a sound came from them. It was a hilarious display, as the boy
would rub the back of his neck, begin to open his mouth and then shut it like a
beartrap.
“Sit down. Take your time.” The artist patted the space next to him on the
couch. He sort of wished he had his sketchbook with him at this exact moment.
The expressions the boy was displaying were incredible.
They dripped with raw frustration and fear; fear of rejection and sorrow. It
was absolutely delicious.
Maybe Rohan was enjoying seeing the boy so upset. It was a weird inner victory
for him.
The boy continued on with trying to form the words that he wanted to say. He
sputtered in frustration for a while. Eventually his stand materialized,
floating lazily around the both of him. Josuke really looked like he was about
to explode this time. Seeing the calm stand in comparison the exasperated
Josuke Rohan had an idea.
As Josuke continued on like a kettle about to go off, the artist delicately
tugged at the Stand’s wrist. Before the raven haired boy could even ask him
what was going on, his lips locked with Crazy Diamond’s.
His gaze drifted to the boy sitting there in complete shock, pompadour
practically exploding into a giant heart. Josuke looked confused, happy,
shocked and even somewhat aroused.
After all, this was the first time Rohan made any form of romantic advancement
towards him. Once his lips parted with the Stand’s, he leaned to the side of
the couch, pulling up his emergency artpad to sketch out what he saw from
Josuke’s face. He went to sketches the boy’s jawline, shading lightly, darting
to draw the wide breathless expression with curled lips in the shape of an ‘o’.
The best was trying to understand how the pompadour worked exactly, since it
seemed to fluff and twist at the sight of his stand being kissed. Surely he’d
react that way, after all it was basically like kissing the boy himself, except
the stand didn’t talk.
Before he could even continue his sketches, the stand cupped to his face,
looking at him deeply with those strawberry colored eyes.
“Higashikata. What is your stand doing?” His interest in this was weak. He was
more interested in drawing that beautiful expression. Instead, he was being
distracted by this damn stand. Josuke didn’t speak. His face was an incredible
crimson. He sputtered again, trying to comprehend exactly what was going on. He
absolutely was still caught on the fact that Rohan had technically kissed him.
It seemed the stand knew what Josuke wanted and acted on just that. Rohan was
pressed back into the couch, the stand towering over him with hands on each
shoulder. Its head tilted as it leaned to kiss the artist again, whom now
wasn’t quite liking the situation. It was only good if HE was the one
initiating. He wiggled and writhed, getting kisses all over his face.
“JOSUKE!!” Rohan was screeching at this point, trying to shove Crazy Diamond
away as its hands wandered down his torso, feeling every inch of concealed
skin. After it reached the hem of his top, it went back up sliding under the
fabric itself.
The boy took far too proud for Rohan’s enjoyment; it seemed through all of the
confusion, Josuke was smug in payback for Rohan’s brashness.
“Sorry, what was that? You said you had time for an answer, right?”
Oh no, he fixed his composure.
Josuke huffed and glanced away with a grin, as the stand continued to feel
Rohan up. The artist was bitter over it, knowing that at this point, no matter
what he did to retaliate would most likely end him up in the hospital again.
In the heat of the moment, the artist got a rather devious idea. Immediately
his hand went to the crotch of the stand, pressing at the flat surface.
Although the stand seemed unphased, the user yelped in surprise, shooting a
scathing gaze at the groper.
“H-hey, that’s cheating!”
“So is using your stand to touch me.”
Rohan was glaring mercilessly at Josuke, as Crazy Diamond gently papped his
chest, blinking. It looked in between them before gently laying it’s head on
Rohan’s shoulder, in a way he could consider apologetically.
“Josuke.”
“God, what now?”
“If you’re this desperate to touch me, do it yourself.”
“W-WHAT?!”
His gaze was adamant. In between their battle of integrity was the lonely stand
who ran its thumbs gently on the tender skin of the man’s chest. Crazy Diamond
looked to its user in bliss and even nuzzled the artist. Rohan looked like he
was going to snap at any moment.
Josuke swallowed hard and his stand dissipated with a sad look on its face. He
scooted closer to Rohan until their thighs touched. The artist was disheveled
from the stand attack and began to fix his crown and the rest of his outfit.
“W-wait.”
“What now??”
Josuke grabbed at the artist with great hesitation, yanking him down onto the
couch so he could straddle him and look him over. He paused to fix his
pompadour before continuing with a pout.
“I have no idea how to do stuff like this.”
“What are you, a virgin?”
“….Yes?”
The blatant honesty from the boy took the artist off guard, but he nodded once
in understanding. He WAS a little young to have lengthy experience.
“You do realize I’ll be wanting to draw what I see, correct?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you made me feel uncomfortable by drawing me at
awkward times. “
“At least you’re willing.”
Rohan’s hands slipped onto Josuke’s shoulders with a quirked brow. The boy
seemed frozen in time, hands seeming to try to grip at something in the air,
rather than touch him.
“You can touch me. I give my permission.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got that the first time. I just…. Don’t know where?”
Josuke really was a virgin. Of course… So was he (but he’d never tell the boy
that! He’d never let him live it down!!). The difference seemed to be one had
at least read about it once or twice (reasons disclosed) and had an
imagination.
“As an artist, if I’m not sure where to start, I find the first point that
interests me and generally start from there.”
A little help seemed to go a long way. Once Josuke nodded, his thumb went right
to the artist’s lips, plucking the bottom lip away slightly. He pulled it away
grinning, noticing the stain of blue on his skin. With a childish
determination, he pressed the smug to his own lips, grinning. Rohan didn’t seem
quite as assumed.

His hands started at his cheeks and flowed downward, following the curves of
Rohan’s neck and shoulders. They moved in from his collarbones and rolled down
until they met the line of pants and skin. With that they made a turn back up
his body, fingers slowly spreading.
There was something oddly peaceful about it. Rohan didn’t seem to mind the boy
when his mouth stayed shut. Asides from the hideous pompadour, he was actually
VERY easy on the eyes. Rohan was tense at first, worried of the high schooler
somehow mess this up but…
Rohan actually sighed and shut his eyes. That itself made Josuke nervous. He
sighed obnoxiously as his hands went down Rohan’s sides, massaging the skin of
his hips. He had to admit, it was a simple foreplay, but really effective.
Maybe with some practice, Josuke could be an adequate lover-
No, He didn’t actually just think that. No. It was simply for research. He
wanted to embarrass the boy for thinking such dirty thoughts about him and
wanted to draw his reactions. Yes. Right.
He churned all sorts of excuses in his head prior to soft lips hitting his.
Josuke’s kisses were the best part of this, since it was the most practiced
technique he had. They gave one another gentle kisses, rubbing lip and tongue
together. His hands had trailed back up the artist’s shirt, tweaking his
nipples nervously in both hands.
“….ngh….”
“H-hey… Is this alright…?” Josuke’s tone was practically a whisper against
Rohan’s lips, obviously fearing actually hurting him or something of that
regard.
“This is fine.”
“Should… we get naked yet?”
“… I’d prefer my first be in bed-!” Rohan’s mouth snapped shut, horror playing
across his visage. Josuke blinked a couple times before a giant shit eating
grin took his lips.
“HAH! I KNEW IT! YOU’RE A VIRGIN TOO!” Josuke seemed much too happy about that,
practically bouncing against Rohan’s front, making the artist cringe with each
movement. There was definitely a part of him too that was almost just as
excited as Josuke.
“Eck. If you don’t run your mouth, we can take one another’s.” Just saying that
made Rohan cringe. Was he really sure he wanted to do that… with Josuke? He
wasn’t sure of his feelings towards the boy just yet. He
was a pain and even after reading his thoughts, he had only gotten more
confused on his status with him. He could swear he hated him, but he had this
charismatic glow to him that made Rohan sick.
“Soooo, where’s your bedroom?” Josuke hummed, breaking the ever calculating
thoughts again.
“Upstairs, Two lefts and it’s the door in front of you, wh-“
Are you kidding me?
Josuke had actually picked him up bridal style and made a wild dash up the
stairs. Rohan screeched in pure mortification as the boy tripped once or twice
going up them so quickly. He had latched fiercely into the school uniform as
the bedroom door was kicked open. Josuke haphazardly tossed the artist into the
comforting sheets and pillows. He lifted himself up with his elbows, looking
absolutely repulsed as the boy shut the door and started undoing his jacket.
That seemed like an obligation for him himself to slip his suspenders off and
begin to ride his shirt up.
“No, NO! I wanna do that!”
Rohan’s gaze spoke utter annoyance and confusion as He was leapt on top of
(again) by the younger. Josuke was surprisingly gentler with this part. Rohan
was able to finally lay back again to gaze up at the boy. His hand went against
the artist’s cheek and ran circled with his thumb.
“You’ll lead me through this, right?”
“You make it sound like I know more about it then you.”
“You just seem like that kind of weirdo that’d know all the steps of how to do
something, but have never done it before.” The gaze made Josuke raise is hands
in defense “No offense, I mean.”
“Dig around in the bedside drawer. I think you’ll understand what you’re
looking for once you find it.”
The moment Josuke’s back was turned to dig for the lube, Rohan took the
opportunity to save some face and undress himself personally. The idea of
having Josuke do it, eyeing him up and down like he was opening his first
Christmas present of the year was a little too much for the time being.
“Hey Rohan, is this i-i-t- whoa hoo hoo!” Josuke had found a small bottle with
a clear substance and held it up, locked in place by the display of a
displeased artist sprawled naked on a really soft looking bed.
“That’s it. Grab my sketch book from the other side of the room first and then
get over here.” Josuke didn’t need to be told twice, it’d seem. The boy
practically sprinted across the room to snatch up the sketch book and came back
to drop it beside him. Josuke crawled onto the bed, immediately latching his
lips onto the naked man beneath him. As he broke away again, leaving the artist
scowling, his lavender hues caught something interesting.
“Whoa… Do I really turn you on that much?”
Josuke situated himself so he was in between the artist’s legs and even hoisted
himself more into his lap. Rohan grumbled in annoyance, taking a pillow and
slipping it under his hips for his own comfort. This boy was hopeless.
He held the little bottle in hand, examining the clear liquid as it flowed back
and forth. Rohan felt oddly grateful that the boy was more focused on that,
then the display he gave him, although… He wasn’t sure if he could quite handle
sensual gazes from Higashikata just yet.
“Hey so, what do I use this for?”
“It’s lube. You’re not going to fuck me dry.”
“Right right. That’s cuz it’d hurt a lot. Guy’s aren’t as lucky as chicks when
it comes to that.”
“I’m relieved you’re not completely ignorant.”
“Wait a second!? I just realized. You’re letting ME do this?”
Rohan rolled his eyes and tilted his head back hands covering his face. He was
really going to regret doing this, he could just feel it.
“You don’t seem like you’d be the type to willingly let fingers go up your
ass.”
“Neither do you, but I guess the more you know about a guy!”
That grin on Josuke’s face made him want to reach up and punch him out. Too bad
he didn’t really want to put the effort into doing so. He made a ‘closer’
motion with his hand the high schooler leaned in obediently. Rohan took the
little bottle from his grasp and opened to. He took the boy’s hand and gently
poured some of the cool liquid onto his palm and fingers.
“Rub that on your fingers first. Once then, use one finger at a time until I
say next. If you can’t follow these orders, I’ll use Heaven’s Door on you in
the worst kind of way.”
His first thought was making Josuke run through Morioh naked screaming ‘my
pompadour looks like shit’, but maybe that’d be too cruel a punishment.
Josuke took a deep breath and sighed, tracing his middle finger around Rohan’s
asshole. He’d look down with flushed cheeks to the exposed artist and what he
was doing and back to his irritated expression. Finally, after the tension had
gotten thick enough to be cut with a knife, he’d pressed his finger in slowly,
wiggling it gently in the tight heat.
“Is…that what I’m supposed to do?” The sincerity and concern on his face was
apparent, but Rohan couldn’t find words. He simply nodded rapidly while
clenching to the sheets for dear life.
Josuke was much more gentle than he ever thought he’d be. He too maybe a little
too much time on the full insertion, finally getting to his knuckle after what
seemed like eternity. Once again he looked to Rohan for confirmation and got a
nod. This is where it really started to happen.
Rohan sighed sharply, feeling how the boy delicately pushed in and out of him.
He could feel how the boy had started to fill him and suddenly had a terrible
revelation.
I have no idea how big he is.
Surely, for a 16 year old, he couldn’t be massive like other people(thinking of
Jotaro made him shudder). But judging by his stature and build, he doubted the
boy was anywhere close to small.
Josuke leaned down slowly to kiss down Rohan’s neck, continuously craning his
head to double check if he was fine. The compassion was appreciated, but he
didn’t like having his face scrutinized while being finger fucked.
For a first time, Josuke wasn’t bad. He brushed against the walls curiously,
rotating his finger to get a feel of what he was getting himself into.
“Another.”
The nervousness in his motion was quite apparently. It was like the boy was
terrified he was going to break him, or something. As Josuke slowly pushed his
index finger to join is middle, Rohan couldn’t help but utter, “Even if you
break me, you have Crazy Diamond. Just don’t try to do that.”
A stupid snorting giggle came from the younger man, as he began to massage the
inner depths of the artist. The sensation itself was incredible. Rohan tried to
hide it but the more Josuke continued, the harder it was to hide the sounds
hitching in the back of his throat.
“Am I hurting you?”
“A-ah… No! It’s fine!” Rohan’s response had to be sharp, else other moans would
leak from his betraying body. He began to push himself against each zenith of
Josuke’s thrusts, enjoying the way his scissoring fingers felt. It got to the
point Rohan wanted to slap himself for. He was panting hard, wiggling his hips
in search for something only he himself had touched before.
Once he swiveled his hips into one certain position, Josuke’s fingers it that
bundle of nerves. White heat seemed to wash over the artist as he arched back
with a heavy moan. The boy that caused it looked incredibly startled. Rohan
feel him trying to jerk away.
“Stop. Keep doing that. Also add another.”
It was incredible. The artist was on cloud nine. If he closed his eyes and let
the sensations wash over him, it was a delicious and stress reducing fuck. The
intensity of Josuke’s three fingers felt amazing. He couldn’t help but keep
pushing into each movement. The feelings of shame and regret were fading for
now. It was too good to ignore, even as diligent and serious as he always was.
“Josuke.”
“Y-yeah…?”
Rohan slowly curled his index finger at the boy, him coming in to tower over
the artist once more.
“Don’t stop.”
Their faces were close, too close. He could feel Josuke’s heavy pants wafting
against his skin. He could just barely reach but found a way to manage. Rohan
was staring him dead in the eyes as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his
cock. Josuke’s and his eyes going wide seemed to be a common theme today.
“You need to be attended to as well.”
As hard as he tried to keep his cool, he knew the boy was incredibly nervous
about this. With the same calmness and precision, Rohan poured some of the
lubricant on his cock, getting Josuke to flinch hard at the cold sensation. His
lips pursed as he slowly made attempts to pump his cock whilst trying to sketch
what he saw. Josuke scoffed at him with an eye roll, seeing how even when he
wasn’t look, Rohan could manage perfect sketches.
It was so incredibly lewd and lustful. The scent of musk wafted through the
air. Rohan could account for that. He had tasted Josuke briefly but considered
leaving that for another day. The feel of sweat and heated skin was rather
appealing. As for the sight… it was amazing. That was why he took time to
multitask. Each stroke down the boy’s shaft elicited a pleased moan and hazy
expression. It was something Rohan could definitely get used to.
Finally, he pulled his hand away from the heating erection. He squinted at
Josuke, as if he was trying to read a small invisible fine print. He pondered
for a moment, before heaving the other off him and changing the position.
Josuke was blinking and wiggling, getting annoyed slaps and grunts from Rohan.
“I don’t feel comfortable not being in control.”
“Hah. Same old Rohan. That’s okay. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
That kindness made him a little nauseous. How could someone be so annoying and
so compassionate all at one?
Without a second thought, the artist guided the head of Josuke’s cock to his
ass and hissed. It was definitely bigger than he expected, but he had to really
show off and cut him down to size.
Though he meant to take it slow, Rohan seemed to miscalculate his position and
fall back, slamming the whole length inside of him. Though Josuke was swimming
in pure ecstasy at the warmth suddenly incasing him, he couldn’t help but feel
sorry for Rohan. The guy seriously looked like he wanted to start crying.
Full. That’s how he felt as he tried to pull himself on and off the cock. Full.
Josuke filled him well, stretching him to the limits he didn’t know he had. It
was incredible though. Once finding his grove, Rohan set a steady pace,
bouncing himself against Josuke. The younger panted and groaned with each
movement and bit his bottom lip. There he goes again, trying to figure out
words.
“What…. Is it…?” Rohan hissed, while trying to find that same spot as earlier.
“I… a-ah, know what I wanted to say to you earlier.”
“Oh? Is this th- f-fuck!... time?”
Josuke’s gaze went from hazy and distant to suddenly much more alert. His hands
found their way to Rohan’s hips, guiding them up and down on his cock, The boy
was taking the role of supporting the working artist the best he could, rolling
his ups up into each downward strike. He got Rohan really gasping, cock
bouncing in between them.
“Y-yeah! I wanted to say I’ve loved you for a while.” His tone was shaky as he
tried to keep pounding into Rohan, but had at least confidence in what was
said.
“I couldn’t figure out how to- n-ngh, say it before but…. It came to me just
now!”
Those bright eyes seemed to hit somewhere in Rohan’s stomach, making it flip.
“I love you.” Josuke hit up into harder than before. “I love you.” He angled
his hips, trying to find that spot too. His determination was worrying Rohan.
“I love you!” He struck against Rohan’s prostrate, being the catalyst of their
landslide into wildly fucking into one another.
Josuke seemed to chant both Rohan’s name and that three word sentence over and
over, as he kept that suddenly passionate pace. The mangaka was starting to
lose his thoughts in place of heavy pants and moans. His body collapsed against
Josuke’s chest, Hugging around his shoulders as he took full reign, fucking up
into him.
“J-josuke I….” He gasped and cried against his skin, dick weeping from pure
lust. It didn’t seem to need to be touched, Grinding against his and Josuke’s
stomachs seemed to be good enough stimulus. All of this alone was pushing him
to his brink.
“Y-yeah. I know…” He was biting his own lip. Josuke nodded the thing Rohan
ignored, finally. One hand stayed firmly glued a lithe hip, while his free hand
slipped between them, stroking wildly at the neglected cock.
Rohan’s cries echoed loudly out, mixing with the grunts and moans coming from
the one pounding him. He felt it. He was so so close.
After a couple more strokes and thrusts, Rohan came hard into Josuke’s hand,
completely going limp in his grip. The clenching and throbbing around his cock
was greately appreciated, slowly driving Josuke towards his own climax.
Rohan felt like he was somewhere else as he was milked completely, feeling the
other’s build up arising fast. His teeth found their way hard into Josuke’s
neck, latching tightly when the other finally came. The thrusts were wild and
sharp as he rode out his orgasm, whispering Rohan’s name until it was lost in
their combined pants.
Rohan really couldn’t believe himself. He was laying on top of the one Josuke
Higashikata, filled to the core with cum. The kid made him cum. He ended up in
bed with Josuke. He took of his clothes for Josuke. Oh God He-.
“H-hey… Rohan…?”
“What is it?”
Josuke slowly moved his hips, popping his softening cock out of the warmth it
found refuge in. Rohan looked both disgusted towards him and the sensation of
cum leaking out of him.
“I…. really meant what I said.”
“I know.”
He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to admit he did something like this with
Josuke.
His first time… was with Josuke.
He... forgot to draw too.
***** Masturbation *****
Chapter Summary
     *Insert picture of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff hugging, saying 'WE"RE
     DOING IT BRO WE'RE MAKING IT HAPPEN" *
     im like having a hard time writing, but I want to keep going because
     I feel like I'll improve??
     tbh writing sexual stuff is so much harder than i remember
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Josuke laid back against the chair in the living room. He brought his Super
Famicon with him. It was gonna be a long ass weekend.
Rohan was paying him a whopping 30000 yen to watch his place while he was gone
(he said some shit about going to see his publishers or somenthing) so how
could he resist!?
Even though the artist threatened him up and down about being careful with his
house and a long list of chores he had to do while he was gone, Rohan was
actually pretty cool about it. He didn’t expect to even get paid by him (they
were uh… kind of dating right?) let alone permission to stay there for the next
couple of days.
He didn’t understand how this guy could stay in such a giant house. It felt so
empty with him there by himself. That whole isolation thing Rohan had going
just didn’t make sense to him. In fact, a lot of things about Rohan made no
sense to him. The guy was a huge weirdo and general asshole, but he could be
really attractive at some points.
Rohan was a really smart guy too. He seemed to know a lot about almost
everything, finding ways to answer Josuke’s questions, no matter how stupid
they were. Rohan’s excuses for it was needing to understand the mechanics of
life to be able to write the perfect manga, but…
The guy was just a big angry nerd.
Josuke was trying to do a speed run of Zelda. He had just barely gotten the
Master Sword out of the Lost Woods and knew that from here on out, it was going
to be harder to speed run.
As the music of the forest echoed through his ears, the boy took a moment to
think about his elder farther. He mind drifted to what he was doing at the
moment and if he was okay. It was kind of dumb but, like Jotaro said, it was
like the string of fate lead stand users to one another.
He didn’t expect calls or anything like that from Rohan. That wasn’t the type
of guy he was. Either he’d be fine, or…. Not.
Josuke tried not to think of the latter, and went back into the leaving the
woods. He really didn’t want to in all honesty. This was one of his favorite
tracks in the game, asides from the dark world theme on the over world.
It was kind of his excuse not to get to the choirs just yet. Rohan left his a
giant list of things to do, from scrubbing the floors, to dusting and doing
laundry. It sucked really bad, but he was getting paid super well. Maybe it was
‘cuz Rohan knew about the new line of Gucci coming out? Rohan always seemed to
find ways to subtly help fund Josuke’s lust for the newest fashion. That was
something super cute about him that neither of them ever brought up.
Josuke sighed heavily and leaned back, closing his eyes as the over world theme
filled the silence of the room. His lids fluttered shut, simply listening to
the melody in peace.
Holy fuck I’m bored.Josuke looked around the room. Even as bored as he was, he
refused to acknowledge the mile long list of his slave duties. He poked his
head around, trying to think of something else to do instead.
Maybe...
Rohan wasn’t here to scold him for it, so why not~?
Josuke tiptoed up into the artist’s room with an evil grin. He felt like some
weird burglar for being so quiet and sneaky, as if Rohan could hear him or
something when he was hundreds of miles away at the time.
It was kind of weird to consider how many times they’ve done it up here. Josuke
could practically map all of his favorite times with Rohan at the moment, while
digging around in his dresser. It seemed kind of weird, but Josuke wanted one
of his shirts. It wasn’t for wearing, nah, the guy was way too tiny to share
clothes with, though if he went on wearing the high schooler’s clothes, it was
a different story. Evene when Rohan complained about his ‘terrible’ fashion
choices, he seemed to still wear his clothes here and there.
Rohan could probably wear a garbage bag and somehow make it look incredible.
Josuke whistled in excitement when he pulled out one of Rohan’s many crop tops.
It was the one with the holes. Why Rohan wore it was beyond him, but he still
made it work.
He was humming with it clenched to his chest, casually sniffing it. Yep. It
smelt good. Just like Rohan. He twirled on his heels, making the dying sound
Link did before crashing on his face into the mattress. Oh god, everything
really did smell like Rohan.
It made the high schooler’s over-active imagination take off, as well as his
hormones.
Yep, didn’t take much, huh…?Josuke saw it coming. The combination of thinking
about the times they fucked and his scent everywhere was starting to make heat
churn in his stomach. He was definitely going to jack off.
He slowly rolled over and fixed his pompadour and laid there in silence again.
Did he really want to do to this? Well, he was bored. Was he really that horny?
At this point, yeah.
With a shrug, Josuke started to play off some weird fantasy of things Rohan
would probably do. Might as well try to get this going.
Rohan kneading at his crotch in fancy socks. He’s growling with hands on his
hips, glaring down at the boy. He caught him digging through his clothes again.
Rohan was whispering all sorts of raunchy things, threatening the boy and
teasing him over how hard he was getting.
Josuke tilted his head back and sighed, as he palmed at his clothed front. He
could already feel his cock straining against the fabric and just the idea of
getting that turned on so easily was embarrassing.
Rohan would probably eventually whip him out after stepping on him a few times
and does some of that weird ‘sensory’ evaluation stuff. As weird as it could
be, having someone examine his cock in such a way seemed kind of hot?
Josuke sighed as he wrestled with the idea of how wrong this was, clenching
tightly at the other’s shirt while his other hand pulled his needy member out.
His lips clasped tightly together, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he began
to work himself.
Ideas of all sorts of potential positions and vocal cues swam in his thoughts,
seeming to be the perfect material. With each pant, the boy stroked up and down
his shaft, clinging tighter to the stolen garment. It really was shameful, all
things considered.
Rohan panting for him, hissing how he was going to smudge his sketches if they
kept sweating on top of them like that. Rohan trying to pretend like it didn’t
feel good as he tried to continue his drawings, them ending up as just
scribbles on the pages. The way he’d try to sink his teeth into anything in
order to muffle himself from crying out in pleasure.
That was something about Rohan he loved. Utter stubbornness in the face of the
truth. He could never submit to carnal desires nor admit when he was wrong. It
was just how their relationship worked.
The more he thought of the red cheeked artist, the more he began to lose
himself to each pump of his dick. The precum that wept from his head came at
the perfect time. He could run circles around his head, focusing it with slick
strokes of his thumb and forefinger. Trying to emulate the complexities of
Rohan’s technique was just too much for him right now. He just wanted to get it
over with to pass time and not admit he was missing the arrogant prick or
anything.
The idea of having Rohan try to ignore him as he was pounding deep in him,
gasping wildly while trying to grip at something was sending Josuke over the
top.
Josuke knew it, with each thrust into his hand he murmured the mangaka’s name,
practically burying his face in the shirt at this point. He was getting close
just at the thought of the other. Man, it was super embarrassing. At least the
good part of it was that Rohan would never know it happened. It’d just be a
secret shared between just him and the walls of the room.
He was getting really close. His bucks became more and more sporadically as did
the gestures with his hand. He couldn’t keep going for much longer. Josuke
squirmed at his own teasing touches, trying to pretend it was either Rohan’s or
being rammed deep inside of him, or even at this point both(as silly as that
seemed).
His body ached for release as he strained against himself, the buildup bubbling
with churning heat in his lower stomach.
With a few more vigorous pumps, he finally got what he was begging for. Josuke
hissed against shut lips, coating both his hand and the core of his
masturbation session with his semen. The boy sighed in satisfied pleasure and
lolled his head back, riding out his orgasm through more soft pumps until he
was sure he was fully finished.
He laid there feeling pretty damn pleased with himself until he made the
crippling revelation.
Now he had to do laundry, sooner than later.  That and he just totally jacked
off to the scent of Rohan alone.
Man, he really let himself go.
 
Chapter End Notes
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     and shit myself over stupid things
***** Blow Job *****
Chapter Summary
     2-4-6-8 josuke blows that hard dick mate
     I'm starting to enjoy these more as I write that, that's pretty cool
     I guess!!
“Josuke. I’m trying to work.” Rohan looked down at the boy under his desk, whom
was casually palming at his clothed length. Josuke was humming happily as he
went on bothering the man, while his Stand stood over the artist, running
fingers through his hair.
“I’m bored.” He was legitimately bored at this point, why else would he have
crawled under Rohan’s desk to piss him off? He was trying to be sexy while his
elder worked, but it was hard to rub someone off when he was getting kicked
over and over again.
“Get out of there. I need to get months ahead of schedule because of you. I’m
only two in.” Rohan kept casually kicking the boy who was squawking for mercy
and bumping his head underneath him, causing him to skid ink off the page in a
way he didn’t expect nor desire. He sat back and began to bubble in annoyance.
Rohan peeked back down at Josuke who was pouting and fixing his pompadour after
it coming apart from the struggle against kicking feet.
“Not takin’ no for an answer, Kishibe-sensei.” Josuke whistled at what he could
see he was causing. Rohan’s typical saggy pants might have hid a lot of his
body, but the way it draped around him in certain parts of him were definitely
more accentuated. Josuke’s plan was working well. Maybe he could distract that
guy more. “Besides, you work too hard. Take a break once in a while.” His hands
went to go for his crotch again, before getting stabbed with Rohan’s inking
pen. He went backwards against the whole underside of the desk, screeching and
shifting the entire thing backwards.
Josuke was sniffling angrily and looked up in spite, seeing Rohan glare down at
him while cleaning off the bloodied tip. “You deserved that. Don’t look at me
like I cut your hand off.” His nose wrinkled in disgust while handing the
tissue to the boy. He snatched it away from Rohan, even attempting to bite him
before pressing it on his hand.
“I’m just trying to be nice to you. Why do ya’ gotta be such a goddamn asshole
all the time?” Josuke shuffled close to Rohan again, pressing his cheek on the
other’s lap. Rohan was tempted to either stab him again, or kick him, but
instead let his hand fall to pet the side of the boy’s head. It disgusted him a
little all things considered, with Josuke wiggled against him and giggled
happily over such a simple and practically dead gesture.
Rohan sighed furiously, attempting to redo the page he lost thanks to this
stupid puppy of a kid. He started to ignore his hand motions, it gently
stroking the younger’s head as he went back to work. Currently, his protagonist
was fighting an arch villain, trying to come up with a way to stop him from
snatching away the golden treasure. His mind drifted to his chapter notes,
recalling new character profiles and introductions in later chapters.
“Ahhhh….~” Rohan went to ask what that sound was in relation to but his breath
hitched completely in his throat, as Josuke crammed his opened mouth against
the front of his jeans. The artist went to screech at Josuke, but at this
point, the mouthing and hums of heated breaths was a little too good to pass
up. He damned his body for betraying his desire for a strong work ethic, but
that stupid kid with the pompadour wouldn’t let him fight it anymore.
Rohan’s stern gaze trailed down from his desk, to the sight of just the top of
a pompadour. He was really starting to hate Josuke’s hair the more he saw it.
When he first insulted it in their introduction, for the most part he didn’t
really mean it. It was just him trying to rile the boy up. Now, on the other
hand, it pissed him off. Occasionally whilst the boy hummed open mouthed
against him, his stupid hair would bump Rohan in the stomach. Josuke would
pause, grunt and continue with his gestures. Maybe things like this weren’t
going to work in their relationship, thanks to the boat hair.
“I can see you straining against your pants, dude. Have you been building up or
something??” Josuke had finally pulled away and was pressing his index finger
on the stain of saliva he left on Rohan’s pants. The artist had to sigh and
lean back to hold his face in attempt to keep his composure. The small touch of
Josuke drilling his finger against his cock was even worse than the hot breath.
He couldn’t tell anymore, if he was trying to be sexy or not. Josuke had been
doing so well, but now… He was just poking his dick and humming ‘poke,
pokepoke. Poke.’ Over and over.
“I’m busy. I don’t…. have time for…” Rohan had attempted to snarl at the boy,
but had been stopped once more in his tracks by how casually he was whipped out
into the cold of the room. He could practically feel his face boiling with
rage. Once again, Higashikata was completely ignoring him when he had
legitimate reasons not to pay attention to him.
Josuke held him at his base, lightly wiggling it. It seemed like he was doing a
quick evaluation, eyes flying up and down his length.
“… Can I help you?”
“Nah, Nah. I’m just trying to figure out if it’s gonna taste gross or not.”
The mangaka was tempted to hit him upside the head but clenched angrily at his
chair instead.
“I eat a lot of fruit. Pineapple is a favorite of mine.”
“What the fuck does pineapple have to do with me blowing you?”
“Josuke.”
Rohan was staring blankly at the other. Josuke took the hint without another
word.
It was a painfully slow build up. Josuke was still holding him, but hadn’t
really started. He would lean in, his nose would touch his cock and then he’d
jolt away, seeming mortified by who knows what. This went on for a while,
before he built up the courage to finally touch the side of his shaft with his
tongue. That alone seemed like an epic triumph. Josuke looked so damn proud of
himself over it.
In the back of the artist’s head, he was tempted to just tell the student to
open up so he could just plow his mouth but…
He understood the need to experience something before jumping right into it.
Rohan tried his best to stay patient, but the small gestures of Josuke giggling
and almost playing with him was beginning to become increasingly more
unbearable.
Finally, like a stroke of god’s will, Josuke finally seemed to focus his
actions. He was slow and hesitant but left chaste kisses on the tip of his
cock. Rohan felt the death grip on his chair fading, appreciating the
sensations that began to bubble up in his gut.
“Annngh…” Came from the younger’s lips as he took a thick stride on his head,
flicking up quickly and back into his mouth.
“Hm… So far I’m not complainin’…just tastes like skin.”
Rohan wanted to wring his neck whenever he stopped working just to make stupid
comments like that.
He was improving with his technique the more he experimented, kissing up and
down his shaft and even moving his hand a little. Josuke would slowly look back
up at Rohan with a pleased grin on his face, noticing the more relaxed
expression the typically rigid man wore. Each movement became increasingly more
intimate over time, Josuke starting to now lick up and down his cock.
All the attention was making him begin to pool precum and this was when the
situation changed. Josuke was staring right at it. It took him a moment to
reaction after he swallowed hard. He pursed his lips and moved in to latch
right onto it, sucking it into his mouth. The technique was unorthodox, that of
someone trying to avoid mess.
“… E-eck. I mean, it could have been worse, right? I heard cum really tastes
like sh-“
“Josuke, for the love of god, either fucking do it or get out.” Rohan had about
enough of this tension. He was starting to feel tight and uncomfortable.
“Fuckin’….. impatient….” Josuke huffed before going right for the gold.
After all of this waiting, like it was nothing, Josuke dropped his mouth right
on Rohan’s head, engulfing it in his warm heat. It seemed all that fucking
around had proven useful. He used his tongue to run circles around it,
massaging every inch of skin as he took more it.
Rohan crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at Josuke. He was at an
impasse. He couldn’t really hold onto Josuke well. If he latched onto that
pompadour, the boy would probably send him straight to the hospital again. His
shoulders were just too far to reach unless he leaned down, and there was no
way in hell Rohan felt that inclined to touch the other. All he could really do
was either grab his chair or his desk for comfort.
This added doubly to the challenge of not throat fucking him either. If he
wanted Josuke to improve, the boy had to do his own work. Even worse…. If he
wasn’t careful, he could make Josuke gag and then…..
Fuck, Rohan had made himself a little sick.
His mind went to focus right on the sensation of Josuke’s mouth moving up and
down his length, and the satisfying schlicking sounds passing into the room.
Josuke would occasionally grunt against Rohan’s cock, shifting on his knees in
discomfort, both from the hard floor and from the erection he got just from the
sexual nature of this all. One hand clenched to Rohan’s thigh, while the other
began to pump the flesh he couldn’t fit into his mouth.
It was very obvious Josuke was being hesitant of the idea of gagging; and for
that the artist was grateful. He wanted to pretend that threat wasn’t anywhere
close to them, but it was indeed a possibility, especially when Higashikata was
involved. If there was a change to fuck something up, He could find it and
execute failure with incredible precision.
Rohan felt his head tap the back of Josuke’s throat and decided to move his
fingers down to simple tap the boy’s cheek once to catch his attention. The
high schooler tilted his head in a way to just barely see Rohan from under his
pompadour. He still worked the other, eye brow arched.
“Take your time to improve. Don’t rush. Watch out for gagging.” This time,
Rohan delivered two taps to the boy’s cheek, as some weird form of praise.
That seemed to boost Josuke’s enthusiasm. He went right back to bobbing against
Rohan, taking a quicker pace than before. His hand that had been stroking his
shaft left entirely, taking claim to his other thigh, using them both for
leverage as he slammed his head down over and over again.
Rohan had been good at not making sounds, simply inhaling and exhaling from his
nose deeply, but this had taken hold of him, leaving him gasping and moaning
with wide lips. Each level of reactions Josuke seemed to elicit caused him to
move either faster or more passionately, driving Rohan quick to orgasm.
“F-fuck, Josuke, W-wait!” Rohan’s hands finally driven into the boy’s pompadour
without regret. Josuke hadn’t stopped. He continued bobbing his head, Crazy
Diamond forming behind Rohan to embrace him tightly, teeth sinking into his
exposed neck. Rohan arched back and bucked lightly against Josuke, chanting his
name over and over.
It seemed Josuke acknowledged the heavy throbbing in his throat and drew back,
lips parted to take it without suffocating himself. One hand came up to stroke
Rohan a couple times, sending him right over the edge. Josuke seemed to aim it
fairly well, most of the strings of semen hitting his tongue and lips, while
others dribbled down his chin and onto his collarbone.
They both seemed frozen in place except for the pink stand who was nuzzling
wildly into Rohan, snuggling and kissing at his neck.
“Hey uh… Pretty good for a first time right?”
“I suppose.” Too much praise would make him not try as hard.

“HEY, COM’ON! You know I was kind of scared! Don’t act like slamming a
dicksicle into your throat isn’t slightly concerning!”

“Only if you think about it so much…” Rohan eyed the boy who sat under his
desk, pouting.
“It didn’t actually taste as bad as I thought it would…” He heard Josuke
mumble, attempting to fix his pompadour that had been ruined via hair pulling.
It was certainly a good start and good to know Josuke wouldn’t kill him for
wrecking his pompadour in the heat of the moment.
***** Clothed Getting Off *****
Chapter Summary
     Welp.
     I thought it'd be fun to write this as Jotaro seeing this going
     down??
     here we goooo
Jotaro was enjoying the peaceful environment of the city of Morioh. When they
weren’t in the midst of the newest clues in regards to Kira, He took time to
head to the beach and analyze the life patterns of starfish. Although they
weren’t dolphins, they were the best next thing to study for his beginning
thesis papers. It’s all he had that was easily accessible at this point.
After his hour or two of studying, he headed to one of the various cafes in
town to relax. No matter what time of day it was, Jotaro had coffee; black, no
cream, no sugar. He was incredibly specific about sweet things, the most he
could take was dark chocolate.
While taking down notes from his earlier starfish crusades, he noticed
something out of the ordinary. Jotaro squinted at what he’s saw and rubbed his
eyes with his sleeve. He summons Star Platinum, to make sure he’s not dreaming.
He stops time and tips his coffee cup upside down just to make sure everything
was actually real.
Josuke and Rohan were walking together.
Jotaro leans back in his chair and takes a sip of coffee. At the moment, this
caught his attention more. He noticed the dynamic of the group he was leading
and everyone knew one silent fact; Rohan and Josuke could not work together.
They had a tension he didn’t think could be solved without a lot of time and
intervention. Rohan was arrogant and work driven (Jotaro could easily relate)
and Josuke was young and childish.
Even more so, he saw something else incredible.
Jotaro even tilted his hat up to make sure it wasn’t shadows playing off his
hat, creating some bizarre mirage in front of him.
Crazy Diamond was trailing behind Rohan, grinding and feeling him up as they
went. The stand seemed to rub his front against Rohan's ass, while using his
hands to dance up and down his chest. The more Jotaro gazed at them from across
the street, the more he realized what was going on. Rohan kept looking at
Josuke and glaring, trying to keep incognito. Josuke had a smirk on his face,
pleased with himself. The two took refuge at the smoothie shop across the
intersection.
“Yare yare…” Jotaro shook his head and went back to his notes, occasionally
glancing at the newspaper beside him. To think his uncle (God, he still
couldn’t believe Joseph) had that type of weird drive. Seeing as who his father
was, he supposed it made more sense now.
He shuddered in discomfort at the thought and went back to focus on his coffee.
It was hard to stay focused knowing that not too far away from him, was his
relative using his stand to feel up an older man.
Jotaro’s gaze would go to the side as his face stayed locked onto the
newspaper. He could see Crazy Diamond still rubbing on Rohan, hands going all
over his body. Rohan looked uncomfortable and outright angry at this point,
swatting at Josuke who sat on the other side of the table. It must have been
what their aggression turned into. When did their relationship take such a
weird turn? Crazy Diamond had his mouth latched onto Rohan’s neck, moving down
the traverse of skin. It seemed his hands where going downwards for his crotch.
The artist shifted in the grip, eyes drilling into the boy who relaxing
comfortably in his own chair.
There was no way in hell he’d even bring this up. How could he begin to
question and scold the younger for something like this? He feared one day he
might have this type of situation with Jolyne. That made everything even worse
the more he thought on it.
He didn’t want to drink his coffee anymore. While Jotaro was contemplating
getting up and leaving, there was something hilarious to him about this going
on. He wanted to be able to say something about it later and see the pure
mortification on Josuke’s face when it came out.
The kid was young and have raging hormones, even he did at the same age. He
could understand. A tension like that between him and the older man was
probably stress relieving but…
Rohan’s body had tilted back in the chair. He looked determined not to crack as
the stand ran his hands cupped his covered cock. It would seem from this
position that Crazy Diamond was preparing to rub him off without even pulling
him out. Luckily for them, they had situated themselves in a place that no one
would catch them in their little exhibitionist session. From the distance, It
was hard to tell what was going on, unless….
Jotaro grunted in displeasure and went back to paper, casually peeking up again
to see the advances.
Rohan had shuffled in the chair in such a manner to hide his lower half under
the long draping tablecloth, though shielded, it was obvious what was going on.
Josuke had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, while watching the other
with a satisfied look. Rohan’s elbows and forearms went to the table, head
drooping. The body motions said a lot in place of where Jotaro couldn’t really
hear.
It seemed to have ended, Crazy Diamond’s arms just going around his shoulders
now, holding him tightly. Rohan looked like he was going to flip the table and
punch Josuke in the face but there was a change of pace. The high schooler
pulled up the table cloth to look under it and then moved over to the artist
while unbuttoning his jacket. It was handed swiftly to the artist who put it
on, dragging him away from the public setting, assumingly either to his house,
or Josuke’s.
Jotaro still couldn’t believe it. Josuke used his stand to make Rohan jizz his
pants. He found himself chuckling softly while lazily stroking the ring on his
left hand, engraved with a cherry on it.
That gave him some good ideas for when he got back.
***** Half Dressed *****
Chapter Summary
     I................didn't.................... proofread..............
     I'll....... do that later oops
     A bunch of my dickhead friends were talking about Mariah's magnet
     titties
 “That movie still has a lot of loopholes that should be corrected.” Rohan had
his head lolled lazily against Josuke’s shoulder, watching through another
terrible plot point of the movie. For some unknown reason, the boy was
absolutely in love with these god awful Godzilla movies. Rohan had been
interested in them at first, but sometimes the writing was downright stupid.
Each time a contradicting statement arose in the plot, Rohan would open his
mouth to combat it only to have an index finger smooshed against his lips.
Rohan hated, absolutely HATED being ignored. How dare that boy ignore him when
he was explaining such marvelous ways that they could have improved the plot
tenfold? If you have amazing special effects, how could you let the plot fail?
It absolutely ruined the suspension of disbelief. Josuke had just been so damn
focused on the movie that he finally snapped and did the only thing he could
think of.
Rohan’s hand went right for Josuke’s crotch, casually grinding the flat of his
palm into it. The high school jolted hard, gaze snapping to his groper.
“Dude, not right now, it’s getting really good!” Josuke had actually had the
gall to slap Rohan’s hand away and lean forward in seat, jittering in
excitement when the key theme of Godzilla started to play, the monster itself
being shown on screen.
Rohan was downright offended. Was this movie really so good to ignore the
sexual advantages of The Great Kishibe Rohan?? He couldn’t believe himself but
he was in fact pouting over this. Rohan rolled his eyes and slumped to the
opposite arm rest, glaring up at the large screen that seemed so much more
important that his sudden lusting.
The two kaiju were fighting. The enemy was winning and Josuke looked upset.
Every now and then, Rohan would try to win back Josuke’s attention, by stroking
at his arm or thigh and got no response. Either that, when he did it for a
while, the boy would eventually swat his hand away, focus going right back to
the screen.
He had to sit through this for the entire length of the movie. It was like he
wasn’t there, the way the boy ogled the screen and screamed and cheered when
Godzilla won fights. Rohan had half fallen asleep, daydreaming of something he
was planning to do right now. He just couldn’t take this type of disrespect
anymore.
“Rohan, wasn’t that fuckin’ COOL!? DID YOU SEE HOW-“
Josuke stopped talking when Rohan casually stood up, grabbed his wrist and
dragged him up the aisle of the movie theatre. People were still focused on the
movie and the older seemed upset, trying to drag Rohan back to their seats. The
gaze he received upon struggling made he give up and let himself get dragged.
Once out into the main hall, the boy could start railing on him for this.
“Rohan, what the hell is wrong with you!? You know how badly I wanted to watch
this! Com’on why did you drag me ou-“Rohan was doing it again. He was pointing
at the bathroom and dragging the boy along, him making a scene that made
employees look at them. “-Oh no! You’re not just dragging me around and not
telling me what’s going on!!”
The bathroom was empty. Perfect.
Rohan casually peeked around the room, cringing at the filthiness. He decided
to have Josuke pick a stall first. The boy was just being led with the biggest
pout ever by the other, deciding to sit him down on the toilet seat. He turned
to shut the stall and there they were, tightly packed in a tiny cubicle. Josuke
was still pouting, head turned away with arms crossed.
“I see where this is goin’. I dun wanna. If I can’t watch my monster movies,
you can’t have my monster dong.” The sentence alone made Rohan’s blood boil.
Just the thought of him being such a child and even consider something like
that was appropriate to say was beyond him. He stood there in utter silence,
trying to comprehend what Josuke had really just let out of his mouth.
“No Kaijus, No Cock-In-Yous.” Rohan’s nose scrunched up him hissing audibly
over that one. Josuke looked like he was going to try to come up with more.
There was no way he could let him utter another repulsive phrase from his
kissable lips.
Rohan pressed against the seated boy, running his hands up and down his back,
glaring into those innocent lavender hues. Josuke’s lips continued pursed, his
brow arching at the touches. It seemed like he was maybe interested, but
playing hard to get at this point.
Rohan huffed and moved a hand to palm circled at his cock again. Josuke seemed
to really take interest in that, both brows raising. He whistled softly, eyes
scanning from Rohan’s hand on him upwards, finally reaching his angry visage
again.
“Are you so much of a megalomaniac that you need to feel me up in a public
bathroom to feel better about yourself?”

That was it. Rohan slammed his lips hard against Josuke’s all while squeezing
his cock mercilessly. He got Josuke to open his mouth with a pained cry, muting
it with tongue and teeth. He didn’t let up with his groping and rough grabs,
tugging at the other viciously while completely dominating his mouth.
“Ahhhhhhhhh, stahppppppp.” Josuke muttered in the few breathes of air he could
get when the seal between them broke. Rohan seemed absolutely determined to get
his way though. Heaven’s Door appears and casually sat on the top of the stall,
watching out for them. Rohan was sloppily unzipping the other’s pants, glaring.
It seemed like Josuke gave up. Of course he really wasn’t fighting in the first
place. Had it actually been a ‘no’, he probably would have used his stand to
confirm it.
Rohan was panting fiercely as he dug into his pocket. When he pulled the other
out, he seemed happy with himself at the time. Even despite all the fighting
over this, it really seemed like Josuke was into it.
“If you were so against this, why does your dick say otherwise?” The artist
casually pointed out, with thumb running circles over the high schooler’s
weeping head. The lubrication from the precum was enough for him to start
jerking him with one hand, while revealing a small bottle of lube.
“Egh, Whatever. You’d get hard too if someone kind of attractive felt yo- ….
Rohan, why the fuck do you carry lube with you??” Josuke was pointing at it in
surprise, eyebrows jeering upwards.
“You never know when you might need it. I always come prepared.” The artist had
his nose in the air like the other’s question was stupid or impractical. He
hold the bottle out in the distance between them, gaze serious.
“Do you want to or not?” The question was known between the two of them, even
while being incredibly vague. Rohan kept his hand moving, jerking gently as he
waited for an answer.
“You’re the one with the weird exhibitionist tendencies or something. You do
it.” Josuke grinned deviously, leaning back as comfortably as he could.
Rohan sighed deeply and took his hand away from the other. He nodded once went
to work. His arms moved out of his suspenders and made quick work of his pants,
casually stepping out of them and dumping them over Josuke’s head. He refused
to take off his shoes. The floor was absolutely disgusting.  A grin curved at
the thin line of his lips, the younger coming to the revelation that the artist
had gone commando.
“Don’t let them touch the floor. They’re probably more valuable than your own
outfit put together.” The response from the boy was an absolute scoff as he
casually turned the pants into some bizarre form of cape. “Yeah, yeah, gotcha
your highness.”
The display itself was so lewd. Rohan used an arm to support his weight against
the door as while he was bent over, ramming fingers inside of himself. He’d
occasionally glance over his shoulder to the boy sitting there, nodding in
approval. Was this humiliating for him? No, of course not. Rohan felt no shame.
He would prove just how much more interesting he was than any movie or person.
He’d make sure that Josuke would always keep his eyes on him.
As his mind began to drift with how good his own fingers felt scissoring their
way in and out of him, he heard Josuke spit casually and then… Rubbing. Vile.
Absolutely Vile. Why would he use a method so disgusting when Rohan had
actually brought supplies!? His lust filled eyes spoke so much, the way his
lips lolled slightly open at the sight of the other. Josuke looked entranced by
the whole view (as he should be).
Rohan rolled his hips backwards and pressed into himself more, rubbing
purposefully against his prostate. By this point, the fingering alone was
making him trail strings of cum down to the floor, staining the tile. He panted
happily, rotating his hips more and more to each touch.
“Ngh…… H-hey… Sensei….. Com’ere.” Rohan checked back into reality, hearing the
other calling for him, tone wavering with lust.
Rohan had made his way towards Josuke when his stand flew to his shoulder,
tapping rapidly. He heard the door open and practically leapt into Josuke’s lap
without a word, causing him to squawk. He didn’t want to get them caught in
such a display. He pressed his chest against Josuke’s, feet pressing to the
wall behind them. Josuke had his arms tightly wrapped around Rohan’s lap,
biting his lip.
 While the stranger walked into the room and casually pissed at the urinal,
Josuke’s view slipped down, and went to kissing and biting silently at his
lover’s neck. Moans hitched up in Rohan’s throat, making him chomp down on his
bottom lip, refusing to make a sound. They ground against each other without a
word, waiting for what seemed like eternity for the other man to leave the
room.
Once the guy was washing his hands, the two stared deeply into each other’s
eyes, expressing the blatant want and desire for each other at the moment.
The moment the small stand gaze Rohan another tap, He instantly jolted up and
lined Josuke up before slamming down on his hips. It was pure joy for the both
of them, Josuke slamming wildly up into him as Rohan clamped his hands onto his
shoulders. He finally let out his voice, calling out for Josuke as they slammed
against one another. Josuke kept his hands gripping hard on his bare hips,
fucking hard into his ass, slapping against him passionately. His teeth clamped
hard into Rohan’s neck, sucking and tugging at his skin as bent into him more,
hugging hard onto him. Rohan was panting and now scrapping his fingers against
Josuke’s clothed back, head arched back as he screamed passionately, bobbing up
and down on his cock.
Josuke kept one hand on Rohan’s hip and another onto his cock, thrusts and
jerks working in unison. He was driving Rohan absolutely crazy, with him
panting and drooling from how desperate he was for this.
The both of them slowly came to their climaxes, Josuke finishing him off first,
before trailing after him with a couple more thrusts. Rohan sat there against
him, panting and clinging to him for dear life, cheek pressed against his
shoulder.
“Can I go back and watch the rest of the movie now?”
Josuke got to go back to the movie theatre, smiling with a huge black eye and
Rohan sitting beside him, huffing angrily.
***** Skype Sex *****
Chapter Summary
     I got sick as fuck so I've been kinda struggling writing let alone
     being awake
     p.s. this kind of sucks o ahve no idea what im doing i feel like
     death
     ~*~*~*~ two boys jerk off.mov~*~*~*~
“Rohan, when are you coming home again?” Josuke leaned against his bed,
casually stroking his dick at the view of the other doing the same.
“Another month…… ngh…” He sighed gently, eyeing the other who seemed to pout
over his response. He couldn’t help but grumble when the boy whined and leaned
forward like he was going to nuzzle his laptop or something.
“I…. really miss you, If you can’t tell.” He made sure to angle himself in a
good way, showing off how hard and ready his cock was. Rohan rolled his eyes at
his show, while Josuke continued to casually wiggle his dick at him.
“I can tell, thank you.” The display was really obnoxious but he couldn’t help
but keep going at himself, hands working his cock passionately. It was better
than nothing. They did this once every couple of days when he was away. Though,
by ‘they’, it was generally in the scheme of Rohan dirty talking and
occasionally giving a strip tease so his hormone driven boyfriend wouldn’t
explode from build-up. Josuke seemed so desperate for him after the second
month of him being gone. It was cute to see him this way, so needy and
practically weeping in solid arousal.
Josuke lolled his head back into his pillows, jacking off happily as Rohan
casually spoke to him. Rohan made sure to say all of the dirty little things
that drove the boy off the edge, whispering things such as ‘I want your cock
deep in my ass….’ ‘Mn, Hagashikata, You want to fuck me, don’t you?’
He was doing a good job at pleasuring the both of them. The sights and sounds
coming from his pompadour styled idiot were absolutely breath taking,
Occasionally Josuke would peek at him through this ecstasy filled stupor and
give the artist a toothy grin in between pumps. It was adorable, simply
adorable.
“I bet you miss this especially, don’t you Josuke?” Rohan leaned in, showing
off his green stained plump lips. The little flick of his tongue going over his
bottom lip seemed to do just the trick. The grin across his lips spoke nothing
but devious intentions as he continued to dirty talk to the other. He loved how
Josuke’s breath and body would hitch and shiver at each word, hand quivering as
it rubbed more furiously.
He hated to admit it but he actually missed him and it wasn’t just for their
intensely physical relationship. Having someone so determined to spend time
with him throughout the years was something odd for him. Even when they were
both separated, working towards different goals, the boy seemed to remember him
fondly and made it his goal to always please the artist.
“H-hey uh…. Do you mind coming with me when I have to leave for the next sh-
show….?” Josuke tried to hiss the words out coherently, breaths coming out
shaky and unclear. “I just… I-I can’t go somewhere witho-out you again!!” He
seemed absolutely desperate for release and closure all at the same time,
running circles around the tip of his cock with his thumb.
Ah yes, the fashion model who was a huge baby and couldn’t stand not having his
mangaka attached to his hip. Even when he was older, Josuke was just as
childish as ever.
Rohan gave himself frisk pumps while massaging gently at his balls, huffing at
the whines coming from the younger.
“I’ll… consider it. W-where are you going this time?” Rohan leaned back to give
the boy the best view possible, teasing him with how exposed he was. He knew
exactly how much Josuke loved his ass and made sure to give him as much of a
show as he could. Maybe he’d fuck him senseless when they were finally back
together.
“I-i…italy!” Josuke’s voice struck a sharp octave, him squeaking the response
out while bucking his hips against his hand. “I… I’m meeting a friend, too…!!”
His bottom lip was clenched tightly by his teeth, him gnawing it raw.
“Italy…? That might… be a nice place to gain some inspiration and life…”
Rohan’s voice dripped rich with lust and fantasies, thinking of what he could
draw, as well as what they could find to do with themselves there.
He was pushing Josuke over the edge way too quickly. Just uttering ‘Cum for me,
baby’, had his younger lover twitching and writhing, hissing into his lip.
Rohan wasn’t much better off, feeling tension in his abdomen with each stroke.
He figured they’d both be cumming soon.
Though, just this once, miracles happened.
Josuke arched hard, cum spurting out on his lower stomach and the sheets in
front of him. He seemed really upset by it, pouting at Rohan as he worked
himself to completion last. His orgasm was wonderful and well deserved. He
couldn’t even remember the last time he jerked off like that, since he left for
this abroad study business.
The aftermath was simple; Josuke rambling happily while still sitting there
naked, with Rohan going back to work, only half-listening to a single word he
said.
***** Against the Wall *****
Chapter Summary
     Josuke does some James Bond shit to fuck Rohan
Chapter Notes
     I chugged a bunch of nyquil and wrote the second half of this
     fanfiction
     i don't care im trying
     you should follow my blog i meme pretty hard
     i'll revisit this when im not drugged up on cold medicine.
Rohan didn’t remember when his office became Josuke’s playroom, but it’s been
this way for a long time. Ever since he gave into those lavender eyes and
godlike figure, Rohan found himself with Josuke always on his hip. He got
sucked into spending time with his friends too. Koichi was enjoyable to spend
time with, the others… not so much.
Rohan worked silently, occasionally listening to his boyfriend and his dumb
best friend screeching passionately while playing games. Okuyasu was bumping
angrily into him, screeching at the top of his lungs. Josuke on the other hand
was cackling menacingly, bumping right back into his friend. Rohan sighed
angrily and turned his head to glare into the back of Josuke’s head for a
while. Eventually the boy felt that unsettling feeling, him turning his head to
see the displeased look. When he was distracted, Okuyasu bumped into him again,
knocking Josuke right onto his side.
“KAHAHA, I’m in the lead now!” Okuyasu squawked, easily passing Josuke’s Blue
Falcon once he was caught offguard. Josuke screeched in pure horror, before
straight up jumping on his best friend, them mock fighting. They never actually
fought, Rohan could easily recall. They were the perfect pair of idiots for
each other.
The artist grumbled and casually walked over to unplug the Super Famicon,
eyeing the two boys angrily. He picked it up and started to walk away with it,
having two boys crawling after him begging like he was their mother. Rohan had
it over his head, tempted to simply hurl it down the stairs.
“COME ON, HE STARTED IT!” Josuke whined, tugging on Rohan’s pant leg. Okuyasu
was on the other leg, basically his whole body wrapped around it.
“Nah, He was bumping me first!! Don’t throw it!! We bought it together!!!!!”
The oafish one was nuzzling into Rohan’s thigh, sniffling like crazy. He had
two puppies latched to him, one clinging and the other giving the standard sad
gaze.
“Will you both shut the fuck up and let me finish my work if I don’t!?” He made
pseudo throwing motions, the boys equally screeching. Okuyasu assumed he was
actually going to throw it and made some mock effort to catch the never thrown
object, sending him bouncing down the stairs. Okuyasu laid in a heap at the
bottom, whining pathetically, while Josuke had the system shoved into his arms.
“Go downstairs. Play down there. Shut the hell up. Got it?” His finger was
jammed right into the tip of Josuke’s nose, causing the boy to draw back and
squint hard. The only response he got was a frantic nod and an ass slap before
the boy cantered down the stairs to help his friend.
Rohan gave himself a dainty rub at the stinging region, shaking his head in
exasperation over how inconsiderate Josuke could be at times.
Now he could go back to work and maybe get 5 months ahead of schedule if he was
lucky.
-----P E R S P E C T I VE  C H  A N G E-----
Okuyasu was always trying to get into his business, especially when it came to
his relationship with Rohan. Josuke always murmured some off handed excuse that
seemed to appease his best friend’s curiosity, but he never seemed to remember
it for very long.
“How come you’re always hanging with Kishibe-sensei lately, Josuke?” Okuyasu
bumped his head on Josuke’s lap, lazily playing his turn in Super Mario World.
Okuyasu liked to be Mario and Josuke liked Luigi. It was just their thing.
Neither of them really carried about player 1 or 2.
“Well, uh, ya’ know bro…” He wasn’t sure what to say. Josuke rubbed the back of
his head nervously glancing away, churning a good response.
There’s no way in hell I can tell him I’m fucking Rohan.
“Bro……” Okuyasu put the controller down and looked right up to Josuke, eyes
watering. “DID HE TAKE MY BEST FRIEND STATUS???” Like that, Okuyasu broke down
into pathetic sobbing.
Josuke panicked in double time; one from Okuyasu’s loud wailing and two from
hearing loud thumping from upstairs. Fuck, Rohan was stomping on the floor to
tell him to shut the fuck up again.
“DUDE, N-no! You’re always gonna be the Mario to my Luigi!” Josuke was
squawking full-heartedly before having a tear jerking brohug with his best
friend. That seemed to quell the oozing eyes and nose business as well as keep
from Rohan coming down there and kicking both of their asses.
Eventually Okuyasu yawned and laid back on the couch handing the controller
off. Josuke went to the next level. They restarted again, them still in Donut
Land. They were going for 100 % completion, getting all of the secret levels
including Star World. Okuyasu was pouting and squinting at him the whole time,
while he kept going through the level.
“Then what are you doin’ with him?? Koichi said he saw you guys holding hands!”
Okuyasu stayed completely unphased even when his best friend’s pompadour rose
like static. He was sputtering and trying to explain himself, completely eating
shit at a simple jump.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it!!” Josuke shook his head wildly, handing the controller
back.
“It’s somethin’, if we’re hangin’ at his place right now.” Okuyasu just blinked
at him, head tilting a little.
“It’s a big house, ya’ know? He said I could hang out with you here so mom
thinks we’re actually doin’ stuff and not gaming all day…!!!” Maybe that’d
work? Was that a good excuse?
“Oh yeah! Makes sense. Rohan kind of reminds me of your mom though.”
“Bro, shut up.”
“He’s like, just as pretty as Tomoko though- WAIT, NO HOMO.”
Josuke just stared at him and flopped on the couch, hands on his face. Fucking
shit, now he was thinking about him.
He just… wasn’t ready to spill the beans just yet. He wasn’t sure how he could
even do it. This was hard enough for him in secret, let alone anyone knowing.
It was just…
Rohan. The stupid fucker pissed him off. They fought a lot. He’d sent the guy
to the hospital on multiple occasions. There was just something about him that
drove Josuke crazy. He was rude and nasty and just a plain asshole. Rohan could
also be really kind in a blunt way. He could care, but it was so straight-
forward that he could be taken for rude.
He could be really sexy too. Like, the way he’d part his lips and moan into
touches, saying all sorts of demanding and cruel things. Even him drawing
during intimate situations… was sexy. He tried to keep his composure and draw,
but he’d fall apart, the pages just being scribbles of nothing when how good it
felt caught hold of him. Eventually Rohan would just drop his pen and melt into
everything happening, screaming his name over and over until he-…
Fuck. Fuck.FUCK. F U C K.
Okuyasu was busy going through the level. He had plenty of time to get away
before he noticed a thing. Josuke rolled clean off the couch, squawking for him
to take his turn for a bit(‘I-I gotta take a huge shit!!!’).
He got into the bathroom and made his escape out the first floor window in
there. There was no way in hell he could just go up the stairs into Rohan’s
floor, else Okuyasu would probably notice. The only logical way to get out of
this was simple.
Josuke scampered up the one tree close to Rohan’s window. He stuffed some rocks
in his pocket too just for part of his plan. He was pelting small rocks at the
closed window, hoping Rohan would notice. Eventually the artist did and gave
the boy an incredulous look. The two made some charade motions to each other,
before the next step of his plan went into motion.
“Josuke, what the fuck?” Rohan had the window open, glaring out at him
incredulously.
“Fuckin’- look. Some stuff happened and before I knew it I was daydreaming a-
and…” He was making some motions at his junk, trying to show off his semi-
stiffy through his baggy pants. Rohan squinting at him, shrugging weakly.
“Why the fuck are you in a tree outside of my window then? Why didn’t you just
walk up the stairs like a human being?”
Josuke was contemplating the distance. From the end of the branch to his window
was about 10 feet. With a running start and his stand, he could probably make
it.  Rohan was just staring at him and he went for it. He got the artist
squawking as he threw himself off the branch, awkwardly clinging to the window
frame both by hand and stand. With some yelling of ‘oh fuck, I’m gonna fall’
spewed rapidly in unison of ‘don’t let go’ from Josuke’s mouth 15 times a
second, he tumbled into the room and was panting on top of the artist. Rohan
was glaring at him angrily, hands casually on his shoulders. He had to thank
the guy, Rohan saved him from actually getting hurt by dragging him in.
“What the fuck were you THINKING!?” The artist was now attempting to shove him
clean off. Josuke went for it, slamming his lips down on to that of the other
pair. That seemed to offend Rohan even more, him making all forms of
incomprehensible sounds, slapping at his chest and cheeks. Eventually the
aggression died down, them melding into a passionate kiss, filled with tongue
and lust. He just had to touch him, he needed at least that for now.
Josuke pulled off and sat on top of Rohan for a moment, panting heavily. He
took the moment to fix his pompadour after all of the hassle and sighed. He
wasn’t even sure how to apologize for something like this, but he didn’t even
want to admit it.
“I got hard thinking about you and didn’t want to admit it to Okuyasu. He
thinks I’m on the pot.” He hissed stubbornly, seeing the look of surprise
swiftly fall into disgust.
“You really are weak willed.” Rohan stretched on the ground, armed crossed as
he glared up to the boy who kept fussing with his hair.
“I just… I remember you saying you wanted to keep quiet about this stuff so…”
His words trailed off into nothingness. He knew Rohan was really sensitive
about appearances, even if he didn’t want to admit it. The guy was constantly
getting love letters from fans and often handed the goods (Chocolate, Flowers,
etc) off to him with a huff.
It still felt awesome to receive something from Rohan, even if it wasn’t
necessarily from him. The typical rundown for the day was Josuke would go over,
pick up his mail and come in. Rohan would read letters and hand off the goods
to him for his consumption. Maybe that was why he was gaining weight…
He had to drift into thought so he wouldn’t panic over how is body was
reacting. He felt himself just pressing hard into Rohan’s lap and it felt
really embarrassing. He couldn’t help it! He was a growing boy! It’s Rohan’s
fault for always looking attractive. That’s it.
“Josuke.”
“H-huh? Gonna make fun of me?” He had to whip out the defensive bullshit. He
never knew when Rohan might turn around and lash at him.
“Since you’re on a bit of a time limit, shouldn’t we get right to business?”
-----P E R S P E C T I V E  C H  A N G E-----
Full. This was all Rohan could think of at this point. Full. He was so damn
filled right now. Josuke was completely in him, groaning in pure bliss. The
wall thing was his idea and damn it felt good. Gravity really was working him
hard. He felt like his cock was hitting him in places it’d never reached
before.
Josuke had him boxed in, an arm at either side of his head. Rohan was clinging
to his shoulders for dear life, legs doing just the same. He loved the
sensation too much. It was incredible. If only he could have written and drawn
the things he saw. Josuke was bucking hard into him, panting passionately into
his neck. Each movement made Rohan shudder and bite his tongue, fearing that
one single sound would send him into a cascade of screaming that he couldn’t
escape from. The kissing on his neck didn’t help either. Josuke was forcing him
into a situation he feared to get into.
Stars flew across his vision over how hard his prostate was getting repeatedly
rammed against from this position. His lips gapped open in attempt to recapture
all the air that left his lungs from the strikes. His hands went from his
shoulders to down his back, scrapping frantically and wildly against clothed
skin. He started to hug tighter to his hips, grinding into him as best he
could.
“F-fuck….” Josuke breathed against the other’s skin, chomping down on the crook
of his neck, tonguing and sucking at it roughly. Rohan bubbled out a groan,
head tilting away to give the other free reign. Josuke kept his pace frisk,
slamming down while covering his neck and shoulder with hickies. He couldn’t
hold back anymore; Rohan was screaming his name but immediately got a hand
clamped on his open mouth.
“Dude, n-no! Okuyasu is still here… Like… I don’t want him to find out like
that!” At this point, Rohan really wasn’t sure if it was from the pleasure or
worry that the younger was chewing his lip. All he could do was roll his eyes
and nod. Josuke’s hand stayed in place as he tried to keep up with his own
brutal pace, it becoming more erratic over time.
Eventually Crazy Diamond stepped in, keeping Rohan secure and taut against the
other. He moved his hips for him, as Josuke buried his teeth deep into the side
of his neck. Rohan was tensing and screaming wildly into the hand, muffled
pleas echoing in his office.
The climax for them both was worth the hassle. Rohan found himself nuzzling
into Josuke’s collarbone, wheezing from just how intense it was. The sensation
of the other moving against him to readjust made him shiver and gasp. It was
coming out. A soft ‘plopping’ sounded from underneath him, him knowing exactly
what it was. He hated the mess associated with it, but enjoyed how it got
there. Damn it.
It was a bit sudden but Josuke ended up dropping to his knees, his stand
disappearing. Rohan ended up going down with him, being cuddling at the bottom
of the wall by an exhausted teen.
“S-…sorry…” It was hilarious when Josuke found the need to apologize for things
like this. He pulled back slightly to make an audible ‘eck’ over the fact his
partner had cum against his shirt, leaving prominent stains up his undershirt.
Rohan leaned it lazily, lapping and sucking at the fabric in hopes of cleaning
the stains away. He really didn’t mind his own taste, it was something he’d
gotten used to over time.
“N-no, ew dude, stop! That’s so nasty!!” Once again, cute. Josuke was pushing
his face away weakly, shaking his disheveled pompadour from side to side in
panic. The artist simply obliged, being too weak to fight back and leaned back
against the wall staring the other in the eyes.
“You need to find a way to go out that window again and make it back into the
bathroom.”
“O-oh shit, you’re right. I barely made it in the first time!!! FUCK.”
And so it was attempted. Josuke leapt out the window and did not succeed as
planned. He ended up toppling into a bush that broke his fall by form of
miracle.
Okuyasu believed that Josuke took the heaviest shit of his life and asked him
if he could check on Rohan. He apparently heard a lot of thudding but was too
afraid to try to investigate it (He didn’t want Rohan to turn him into a book
again).
Josuke grunted and said he was probably fine, and that they should just mind
their own business and order some take out.
***** Doggy Style *****
Chapter Summary
     It seems Rohan's got a weird fetish and is gonna take care of it.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“… A-are you FUCKING kidding me?” They were in the middle of a fight, Josuke
squirming underneath Rohan, as he attempted to put dog ears over his pompadour.
He already accepted the collar, why were the ears suddenly a problem?
“If you stopped squirming, this would be easier for the both of us!” The artist
was making a strong attempt to get the headband on him already, but Josuke was
having none of it. He was tugging at Rohan’s clothes, his hair, anything he
could get a hold of and was even attempting to punch him.
After minutes of tangled limbs and bloody lips, Josuke apologized and corrected
the injuries he’d caused to Rohan.
The dog ears were lopsided on his head. Rohan was just staring at him, hands
slowly rising to correct it. He even stuck his hand into Josuke’s breast pocket
to take out his comb and fix the pompadour. That seemed to hit the boy deep,
his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. In the midst of pompadour fixing,
it seemed to fluff up into a bizarre heart shape. It kind of made Rohan
uncomfortable, but truth be told; Josuke loved him.
“So, we’re gonna do it now, right~?” That’s exactly why he put the ears on the
boy’s head. He looked just like a puppy when he said things like that. His arms
went around Rohan’s waist, staring at him expectantly. The artist churned the
idea, before being interrupted by gentle kisses to his cheeks and neck. He
grumped and sighed while brushing his hands up the boy’s front.
“You’re keeping the dog ears on.”
“Whatever you say, Rohan~”
It was a gradual descent into intimacy, the two starting by running their hands
up and down each other’s sides, through hair and so on. Soft kisses melded into
place, holding back gentle pants from the both of them. Rohan was ever
studying, watching, smelling and recalling every sensation caused by both
himself and by Josuke. Sometimes he got too far into his analysis, only to be
pulled back by a hand under his chin, tugging him up for a rough kiss. Their
romance was often wordless, pants and grinding being their sole form of
communication among one another.
The whole time they explored each other’s bodies, clothes slowly seemed to
disappear, scattering on the floor around them. It bothered Rohan to no end,
the thought of his clothing wrinkling over something so trivial, but those
godly hands heating his whole body was too much to say no to. They ground into
one another passionately, fingers dancing along spine and sides as they went.
The way the boy hinted that he wanted more than just foreplay was always the
same; he dug his cock into Rohan’s thighs or stomach. There was that puppy side
again. His tongue was lolled out softly, him gripping to Rohan’s hips and
rutting into him.
The two were out a standstill of weak frotting. The older found his hand
drifting in between them to delicately grasp their cocks. This seemed to stir
the boy more than he had already been, Josuke perking at the touch and
immediately thrusting against the touch. Rohan simply sighed from the
sensation, his free hand lacing around his lover’s shoulder. Their eyes met and
he knew what it meant.
 His little puppy couldn’t wait anymore.
Josuke got him backed against the bed and was humming happily into his exposed
skin, nipping and sucking every chance he got.  Rohan completely buckled
backwards and dragged Josuke down on top him, crushing their lips together. At
first it seemed as if Josuke was going to fuck him right then, but it seemed to
don on him that there was preparation required. As he pulled off of Rohan and
glanced around, the artist slowly rose to fix the puppy ears again.
“Did you forget again? Check the bedside table.” Rohan had a brow quirked as he
clenched Josuke’s face with his hand, jerking his direction towards the place
‘IT’ always was.
“Oh yeah.”
“It’s not like it moves. Fetch.”
Josuke scrambled away from the other, stopping half way to use Crazy Diamond to
receive ‘the goods’. He wiggled it happily, before flopping right onto of Rohan
again, running his lips down his chest. He got the other arching into each
light touch of lips, him panting and shutting his eyes in anticipation.
“Heh… Good boy. The collar and ears suit you.” The artist heard a soft scoff
and the uncapping of the lube. Josuke made a grossed out sound as always,
complaining about the sensation of cold gel on his hand. The screech when he
stroked his cock a couple times was even more enjoyable.
“Oiy, Rohan. Is it fine if I do this while you’re on your back and THEN fuck
you on your knees? Is that too specific…?” With his clean hand, Josuke rubbed
the back of his head with cheeks pink. As if the situation itself didn’t call
for it, but rather because of what he asked. Rohan stares to him incredulously
and simply nodded.
“That’s… fine?” He wasn’t really sure why he asked it in such an odd way, but
shrugged it off.  
He loved how Josuke handled him. Rohan could feel how much the boy really
worshipped his body with every gentle kiss and touch. Josuke would delicately
rub his thigh with one hand while slowly pushing a finger into him with the
other. He’d always ease himself into Rohan, taking it so slowly. When they had
time to themselves like this, he certainly milked it.
Josuke was peeking up at Rohan, hoping he was doing well enough. He always
worried about causing discomfort during times like this, hence his typical lack
of speed. When he got even a nod or a weak smile, he’d latch his lips to pale
skin again, easing the pain away as he began to move. It was just how he liked
to do his job. After all, he was a love type of guy.
He was going to sure as hell make sure Rohan felt loved.
--
Three fingers. He was pushing three fingers in and out of the mangaka, rubbing
him in all the right ways and places. Rohan writhed to the touch, arching and
flattening his back in pure ecstasy. His body felt so warm and ready. His
glanced at Josuke with an arched brow, seeing if he’d catch the hint.
Thank god he did.
“Okay, okay. Jeez, I rather have you calling me names then looking at me like
that.”
“Not just yet.”
“GOD, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?”
“Lean in and close your eyes.”
Josuke pouted and leaned forward, eyes scrunched shut. Before he could really
protest it, he heard a click on the collar.
“You can open them now.”
Rohan put a leash on the collar. That gaze he had meant nothing good,
especially when he gave it a tug, getting him and Josuke mere centimeter’s
apart.
“Now we can.”
--
Doggy style was a good idea. It felt so primal; the way Josuke seemed to tower
over him and then slam viciously into him. Rohan had learned from experience to
arch his back and it certainly made all the difference. In unison with the
leash pulling, he couldn’t think of a single thing that could make this any
better.
Josuke seemed to find his rhythm but every time Rohan felt like he was doing
well, he’d thrust his hand forward, tugging the leash. He’d get a little ‘urk’
sound out of the puppy, a stagger in his thrusts… rinse and repeat.
“G-good dog…! G… good dog!” He wasn’t going to hold back. Josuke couldn’t see
it, so why should he? Rohan had his tongue lolled out of his mouth, head
craning. Each thrust pulled lustful moans and cries from his lips, strangled by
the pure pleasure behind them. He kept tugging the leash in progression to the
better he felt. Once Josuke seemed to consistently rub against his prostate
over and over, he just couldn’t keep going.
Rohan’s upper half buckled, collapsing into the pillows and sheets as he was
continuously railed into. He tried to say something, anything but every time he
opened his mouth, nothing would pour out but screams of pleasure.
Josuke hummed happily, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist to pump his
cock. Rohan heard some bits and pieces of whatever the boy babbled about,
completely sure it was some off-handed comments about his behavior and how hard
he hit the bed.
He was sure he might actually tear the sheets from how hard he gripped and bit
them, trying to brace himself for how overwhelmed he was. Rohan couldn’t get a
second of relief now. Josuke was getting revenge for the dog thing, he knew it.
It was too much. He felt his stomach churning with heat. The jerking left him
ready, prepared to climax.
“C-cumming! F-fuck… Jo… jojo!” Rohan was so hopeful, so ready. He just wanted
to feel closure and scream at the top of his lungs.
Like hell Josuke would let him off so easy.
Josuke casually clasped Rohan at his base, squeezing him tightly with thumb and
forefinger. Rohan bucked his hips helplessly against Josuke’s pelvis,
practically screaming in frustration over the sudden halt.
“Y-you…! S-son of a bitch!” The artist seethed and tried to wiggle around to
get at him, but to no avail. Josuke slowly pushed him back down with three
fingers in the middle of his back.
“No way. You’ve been kind of a dick with this dog bullshit. I wanna see you be
my bitch now.”
Josuke’s pace slowed to a crawl. He was slowly pushing in and out of his elder,
using is other hand to keep him down. Rohan was using every foul word he could
think of, whimpering in pure frustration over the denial. He tried to reach
back to pull that evil hand away but found himself in even a worse situation.
Crazy Diamond joined their session. The entity pinned both of his hands in
front of him while the other drove into aquamarine locks, giving his head a
yank backwards. Rohan had nowhere to hide his pleasure. He was crying his name
over and over again, with an apologetic pang to his voice.
“Oooh? You keep screaming my name but I don’t know what you want.” Not only did
he stop moving his hips, but he only casually rotated them within Rohan,
grinding his tip against his prostate. Josuke was whistling whilst wiggling the
other’s cock slightly, the vice of his grip still stopping any chances of him
cumming.
“Josuke… p-please…” Rohan hated the sound of his own voice; how lowly and
pathetic he seemed.
“Huh? Watcha’ need?” He was tapping his prostate again, causing the other to
writhe.
Rohan couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock was hurting so much. At the top of
his lungs he finally screamed out just what Josuke probably wanted.
“I.. I-I’M YOUR BITCH. I’M YOUR BITCH… P-PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!”
That seemed to work. Josuke’s hand slowly pumped Rohan while his pace picked up
to that fierce over taking one. He gave absolutely no mercy to his elder,
utterly plowing him into the sheets.
The artist wasn’t sure what happened afterwards, but he knew he came hard and
then… nothing.
--
Rohan woke up tucked into bed. He was confused and suddenly angry, remembering
how Josuke treated him. The worst part, the boy was nowhere to be seen. He knew
for a fact that he was still in the house. His school jacket was hung up on a
chair across the room. That meant he was fucking off somewhere
“JOSUKE HIGASHI-FUCKING-KATA.”
Rohan heard it. He was downstairs. He sat up in bed only to cringe a little at
the pain he felt. Surprisingly, he was clean. Had Josuke done this?
Eventually the boy came staggering up the stairs, panting heavily. He seemed
like he had been busy, with an apron and headband on. It was the standard
Josuke maid outfit.
“Y-yo! What’s up?”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Oh…. Uh. I guess I overdid it. Like, once I let go and went for a little bit,
you basically passed out. I noticed it and went ‘oh fuck’ and well…. Cleaned
you up and tucked you in and stuff!” The gaze Rohan gave was sure to bore
straight through the boy and down into the first floor of the house. “Urh…. I’m
doing the laundry? I changed the sheets and stuff. By the way. I didn’t really
want you to say that weird stuff. I just wanted something like ‘I’m sorry’. I
guess I shoulda’ made that clear.”
Rohan throw himself back into the blankets and curled up again. He said
something so pathetic and degrading for nothing!? The Great Kishibe Rohan went
to a knee for someone, and it wasn’t even necessary?!
Josuke got a pillow to the face and an angry huff.
“Heh. Love you too Kishibe-sensei! I’ll come check on you in a little bit,
okay?”
With that, Josuke returned the pillow and practically skipped away again.
The boy really was a puppy. He’d need to train him better.
Chapter End Notes
     aye lmfao doggy style without dog ears is unheard of
     im sorry this is late i got caught up in drawing Giorno in sexy
     outfits oTL
***** Dom/Sub *****
Chapter Summary
     Payback's a bitch, and Rohan likes payback.
Chapter Notes
     please don;t beat me up for not posting in two days i am but a lowly
     memer who got distracted by streaming and drawing dumb things
     xoxo
      
     PARTICIPATE IN SAFE BDSM #FUCK50SHADESOFGREY
Josuke wasn’t completely sure if he really was comfortable with this after all.
Being handcuffed and having his hands behind his back was one thing. Being
completely naked was another. The rest of it went too far.
He was kneeling before Rohan, mouth forced open by the spider-gag. That was
probably the worst part of this session. Josuke hated looking bad and the
fucking weird sex harness thing made him drool constantly. Rohan seemed to like
it, but that whole vulnerability thing wasn’t his style.
The nipple clamps were a little much. The chain connecting them weren’t very
heavy and didn’t bother him much until Rohan found the desire to give it a
yank. It sent Josuke moving forward, crying out with bizarre strangled cries.
This was the worst.
Rohan’s looks didn’t make it better. He took this shit seriously. The guy was
in his standard nice clothing; that stupid hole filled crop top with the
suspenders. For some reason though, it looked so much sexier in this position.
It was doubly so with the riding crop in his hands.
He tried to keep his eyes following Rohan when he circled him like some
predator on the field. All of this silence was really making him nervous while
Rohan casually traced the crop against bare skin. He had to keep his head
forward, else Rohan would send the crop into sensitive places he didn’t really
want to think about.
“Aren’t you being good…” Rohan purred in pleasure, relishing the fact that he
had the obnoxious Josuke Higashikata willingly submitting before him. It was
definitely pay back for the ‘puppy play’ incident. His hands snaked from behind
Josuke, tugging and turning the clamps. Josuke’s head whipped back as he whined
and tensed, gurgling out whatever pleased cries came with it.
“A-ah hate yoo…”
“Do you really…?” The seductive tone Rohan using was really a pain. Every time
he opened his mouth, Josuke found himself shivering in anticipation. “Some
other parts of you seem to say otherwise.” One hand kept giving the chain sharp
yanks, the other dancing down his stomach to brush against his cock. He’d been
weeping the whole time, precum slowly dripping to the floor.
Rohan played at him weakly, barely giving him an inch of true pleasure. He knew
this would drive Josuke absolutely mad. This is why doing lewd things was so
fun. He’d squirm and try to keep his composure and fall to pieces when it was
too much. He found himself leaning into the boy, casually lapping at the gag
and his chin. Drool was just another part of the body. It was just spit. He
kissed the other plenty of times and it didn’t matter to him. Not to him
anyway. The look of horror on Josuke’s face was partially why he did it.
Although trivial things like that bothered the artist none at all, the high
schooler squawked and writhed against him, face heating far more than it should
have. He… might have a thing for Rohan doing that type of stuff… Maybe.
Whenever Rohan did things like lick up his sweat and cum without a care, it
really got Josuke going. He knew it was him evaluating the senses for his work
but… god damn he made it look good.
Rohan’s lips wandered to the boy’s neck, giving rough bites to the heated skin
while he focused his nipples and cock. Josuke arched into the touch against his
length, trying to get anything he could from the casual brushes of fingertips.
Each time he thought he’d get lucky, the hand was gone, leaving him needy,
stuttering mid- air for more attention.
“This is what you get for being so cruel to me. Did you really think The Great
Kishibe Rohan would take such an insult?”  The tone he used was so vicious, but
the softness only made its bite harder. Josuke panted into each touch, trying
to nurse himself into some form of counter action. When he finally prepared
himself, he got an oddly sweet action from his older lover. Rohan’s fingers
delicately cupped his cheek. Josuke was hit with two soft kisses to his skin
and a whisper, “As much as I’d love to actually hurt you… remember to use Crazy
Diamond in place of a safe word.”
Right. If he actually felt like he was going to get hurt or anything, he’d
summon Crazy Diamond as simply a white flag. Kinda…. Weirdly nice of Rohan to
mention that. That was both incredibly sweet and utterly terrifying to consider
why he’d bring that up.
Rohan slipped away from Josuke and settled in his chair, curling a finger to
coax the boy over. The gagged boy obliged and settled down in front of him,
gazing up as the other undid his zipper. With his typical zest and precision
his cock was revealed, held delicately in his own grip.
“How adorable. You’re so helpless in this position.” His hand went grabbed the
back of Josuke’s head and pushed him against his cock. The boy tried to protest
but the gag made it impossible for him to stop its invasion. Soon he had a
couple inches crammed into his mouth, casually pumping in and out of his
warmth. Josuke kept trying to raise muffled complaints, but they seemed to
disappear when a socked foot casually bumped the underside of his balls.
“So…. Desperate.” The way he spoke sent shivers down his spine. Rohan was just
throat fucking him but fuck…
The sensation of a skilled foot casually brushing against him was awful. He
wanted something else like a hand or a mouth. The attention was appreciated but
lacked any more of real care that would bring any form of relief.
Rohan was quite aware of Josuke’s sensitive gag reflex, guessing what would be
just about the end of the other’s ability when it came to bucking into his
mouth. The soft wet sound in combination with the boy frantically using his
tongue was pure heaven. It seemed as if Josuke had given into his silent
demands and attempted to make the blowjob much more appropriate.
Eventually another thought came to mind. Rohan pulled Josuke off his cock,
enthralled in the fashion in which his tongue hung out of his mouth. The dazed
look was perfect on Josuke, far off into the distance without any real set
direction. He tapped his tip casually against the exposed tongue, grinning at
the sudden attention caught on him.
“Will you be a good boy and swallow this just as well in other places?”
A look of pure anger and disgust began to appear on the other. It definitely
was a face that screamed he’d ‘Dorara’ him in the face if they weren’t in the
middle of some weird kinky foreplay. The fact that the boy even had the
audacity to head butt his crotch certainly lead him to conclusions about his
next course of action.
Rohan casually pulled away and stepped behind the antsy boy, Josuke attempted
to headbutt him a second time.
He scoffed and knelt down to kiss the boy on the shoulder, nuzzling his cheek
into his sweat dampened skin. The smell of musk, sweat and his cologne was just
so intoxicating. Rohan’s lipped traveled across his shoulder to the star-shaped
birthmark, nipping and sucking on it. His fingers slowly danced down Josuke’s
back, delicately patting his cuffed hands.
“I said it before. As much as I’d love to make you miserable, let me know if
it’s too much.” The feral grunt and gurgled growl was his response, and it
seemed perfect.
The next fight was a bit more fun. He managed to shove Josuke chest down into
the carpet, half sitting on him to force the spreader on his ankles.
“Fo ‘uck ‘ake, Ohan. Ahm neer heasin oh aha (For fuck sake, Rohan. I’m never
teasing you again)” Rohan could just feel Josuke’s rage when he started
laughing hysterically over him jumbling words and just drooling over
everything. Maybe a gag would be useful for casual events to keep him from
talking.
“You’re lucky I speak dog. I’m not forgiving you just yet. ” His hands hiked
Josuke’s hips in the air, humming to himself as he struck his hand across his
ass. The bitter cry was satisfying to say the least.
Every time he saw Josuke visibly relax in the spreader, He’d strike him again
just to remind him who was in control. He had half mind to take the gag off,
just to see how much shit the boy would talk. It’d be nice to hear him beg.
Rohan hummed and leaned forward to unclip the spider-gag and pry it off
drooling lips.
“YOU MOTHER FUCKER I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU. FUCK, MY JAW HURTS SO BAD, MY SHOULDERS
HURT, MY FUCKIGN TH-!!!!”
Slap.
“No! Fuck off, let me yell at yo- h-ah—“
The sounds that came from his lips were certainly more satisfying this way.
Josuke would either bite his lip and bury his face into the carpet or let one
slip and try to hide it with some form of laughter.
Rohan leaned back to marvel at his work – impressed by just how red the marks
were on the other’s ass. While he’d love to take the time to draw this, he
could draw the aftermath later once he felt the lesson was complete. Josuke
still hissed insults and demands, seeming to have grown confidence now that he
could actually talk.
“This is your choice. I either put my mouth here,”Rohan pressed his thumb
lightly against his restrained lover’s asshole, humming at the sound of horror
that rose, “Or you get my cock.”
“Is there a neither and we take a bath or something?”
“I can take this sounding rod and stuff it down yo -“
“DICK. JUST USE YOUR DICK. WHATEVER.”
“Mouth? Alright.”
“WHAT??? WHAT WHAT NO!!!”
This was the one thing Josuke seemed horrified of. Maybe it was disgust but it
was certainly amusing to hear him pleading and trying to haggle his way out of
it.
Rohan purred happily while dragging his thumb down the other’s perineum,
massaging the base of his balls while lapping at his asshole. The cries of pure
disgust practically vibrated against each place he touched. It was really
enjoyable. He ran circles around his entrance with tongue, occasionally rolling
down to suckle and kiss lower. It was a good way to distract the boy while he
nonchalantly began to palm his balls. The pure frustration hissing from
Josuke’s clenched lips confirmed exactly why he decided to do this.
“Tell me…” Rohan began, taking fat licks up from the underside of his balls all
the way up to his asshole and long strokes. The succulent wet sounds rang into
the room, causing the receiver of the lips to visibily clench up. “Why do you…”
Another long stride of the tongue. Josuke tutted in annoyance. “… Hate this?”
His mouth was locked on his asshole, tongue prodding against him idly.
“C-c-cuz, you fucking KNOW why!” Josuke was panting in seemingly genuine
frustration at the remarks, giving audible cues of pleasure each time he
grunted and whined.
“Do I? I seem to not recall. Inform me.” The back of his fingers brushed up the
thickest vein of his cock, rising to flick the head.
“Gr-gruhhh… f-fucking… It’s dirty down there…” The boy with the restraints
turned his head, cheek pressed into the floor to talk, tonguing all sorts of
profanity through gasps and huffs. Rohan scoffed sharply licking and prodding
 his asshole, humming soft groans against him. He started to try to overwhelm
him, giving his cock tugs as he continued to eat him out in such a fashion.
Josuke flinched and writhed against the slick sensation, whining in his own
personal confusion over how he felt about this. Getting eaten out DID felt good
but it was just too emasculating to necessarily handle at this age.
“You… you’re a god damn p-prick-h-hey come on.. n-not like that…!!!” Rohan was
prodding his middle finger deep into his heat, caressing a certain bunch of
nerves that seemed to send him over the edge. Josuke actually screamed out,
hissing while trying to jut his hips away from the touches. The artist decided
begin to milk the other’s cock tenderly, finally giving into what the boy
wanted. Josuke whined and cried out, reminding Rohan of how much of a ‘mother
fucker’ he was and how he was going to get him back for this and keep this
‘bullshit’ chain going.
Rohan pushed his ring finger in unison with his middle, spreading Josuke open
and plunged his tongue between the two. The hand jerking the other went quicker
and quicker towards completion.
Josuke pushed against both fingers and tongue, twitching and hissing in pure
pleasure. Rohan hummed against his entrance, milking his cock dry as he came.
It was satisfying to feel him clench around his fingers, growling and trying to
save face. He kept his fellatio going until he was sure Josuke had fully
finished, glancing down between his legs to see the mess on his carpet and
floor.
Once he was sure Josuke was finished, he pulled away and kicked the boy onto
his side before disappearing into the other room. He could hear here the high
pitched screeches for him to come back and more profanities filled to the rim
with regret and anger.
Rohan came back with a little cup of water and a couple of towels.
“I was getting some things to clean you up, shithead.” The artist ducked under
the materialized Crazy Diamond, whom was trying to punch the back of his head.
He ducked down to get Josuke out of the restraints and before he knew it, was
tackled and clung to. Josuke’s lips went right to his cheeks and neck, leaving
red marks in their wake.
“Oiy! You’re covered in drool, sweat and cum. Clean up before you touch me!!!”
Rohan was squirming while Josuke and his disheveled pompadour nuzzling into
him.
“But uh… you still got a hard on going.” Josuke was pointing at it with brows
raised, like he planned to do something.
“… To be frank, I don’t really feel like finishing myself off. I got the mental
satisfaction from doing that to you.” The high schooler seemed confused by the,
staring at him like he was some circus freak. Rohan simply stared back blankly
and handed Josuke the glass. The boy seemed to leap at it once he realized it
existed, chugging his contents down while the other lazily began to wipe him
off.
“Oiy, Rohan. For an arrogant asshole, you’re pretty nice sometimes… but I can
do that myself.” Josuke was glancing down at him, while he had been casually
wiping his face and chest off with the small towel.  He glanced up and glared,
shaking his head before continuing the short process.
“Aftercare is important.”
“…Huh?”
“Doing things like this can be a strain to someone’s emotional state. Showing
someone that they’re alright outside of the illusion is important.” Rohan
patted his leg gently after he had fully cleaned him off, glaring intentionally
into the confused expression.
“Why? I know you actually love me~”
It was Rohan’s turn to headbutt Josuke, burying his face into his shoulder
while slapping his chest and shoulders. The taller of the two nuzzled happily
against his elder, kissing at him again.
“I know it’s hard for you to say, but that safety word shit really proved it.
You really do care about me, Kishibe-sensei.”
That wasn’t the case at all, no. He just didn’t want Jotaro-san coming and
kicking his ass when Josuke didn’t turn up. That was it.
***** JOSUKE_EATS_ASS.DOC *****
Chapter Summary
     Josuke is super scared of the idea of the taste of butt on his
     tongue. Luckily, Professor Kakyoin-Kujo assists him.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“There is no way in fucking hell I’m putting my mouth on ANYWHERE near your
ass.” The boy with the messy pompadour screamed loud enough to shatter glass as
he shook his head vigorously, shoving the other away in panic.
“I do recall you sucking my dick on multiple occasions… Isn’t that near my
ass?” The smugness of Rohan’s expression made Josuke want to punch right
through him. The boy shook his head harder, clenching the other’s shoulders.
“That’s completely different! Your dick doesn’t shit!”
“You put your dick up my ass on a regular basis.”
“MY DICK CAN’T TASTE YOUR SHIT OR YOUR ASSHOLE.”
Josuke was done for the day. He scampered away with a face coated in crimson.
That was way too much for him. There was no way in hell he could willing put
his tongue someplace so dirty! Like, he could go for a lot of things, but not
that! He barely even knew how they managed to have sex and not…
Fuck, he was getting sick thinking about it. There had to be something he could
do to avoid this. Or at least make it better? He had an idea of someone to ask,
but the topic itself was going to be really awkward for everyone.
At least it was somewhere to start, right?
--
“I… what?”
“You heard me. Tell me about that uh… butt oral stuff.”
Kakyoin sat there with a face of pure surprise, head tilting to the side so he
could stare at the other over his red framed glasses.
“And what makes you think I know anything on the topic, Josuke-san?”
“Oh fuckin’ come on, I already know about the partner thing.”
“Well yes. Jotaro and I work together. I proofread and illustrate his p-“
“Iknowabout the partner thing.”
The red head sat there in silence for a moment, merely gazing at the other with
an incredible amount of mirth. The two were seated in the hotel room Jotaro and
he shared while in Morioh. The boy came to him, asking for advice for some
reason in regards to sex and other things fairly often. Apparently somewhere
along the lines, Joseph had expressed displeasure over his grandson being a
fag, hence he other’s knowledge of their relationship. Josuke put the pieces
together, them staying in the same room together, the wedding rings, the
obvious exchange of earrings between the two…
“Fine, I don’t mind helping someone understand their body and how something so
confusing works.” Kakyoin hummed cheerfully while staring into his cup of
coffee, dreamily recalling his own experiences back as a teenager.
Josuke swallowed hard and glanced away, quivering nervously. His elder shook
his head slowly, rising to his feet to stretch his legs.
“I can get you a soda, if you’d like. Do you like Dr. Pepper?” The rapid nod
made Kakyoin grin. It was adorable to see someone so modest, yet prepared to
talk about something so lewd and unheard of at times. He slipped to the fridge
to pull out a cold soda, eying the dark chocolate cake Jotaro made him promise
he wouldn’t touch. He churned his options, sleeping on the couch and having the
slice, or not…
‘Another time’, Kakyoin murmured to himself, bringing back the can for the
impatient and blushing student.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Josuke.” He gave a weak smile while sitting
back down. Luckily Jotaro would be in the shower for a little longer, giving
them plenty of time to begin discussing this before having to change the
subject.  The boy sighed heavily, chugging the soda in one go before crushing
it into his forehead.
“To you, maybe! It’s not like this is a common thing you hear about on the
news!” His cheeks were puffed, him kicking his feet angrily under the table.
Kakyoin only nodded, running circles around the rim of his mug with his finger.
“I suppose not. It’s really simple, Josuke. If you two have anal sex as it is,
this shouldn’t be much of a step up.”
“B-but… shit comes from there. It’s super gross and probably tastes bad,
right?”
The laughter was the fault of Kakyoin’s. His giggling and smile made the other
even more upset. It was weird to consider this was a boy he KNEW was sexually
active, and yet was so unexperienced.
“S-sorry, oh… I remember talks like that.” The tears in his eyes were
wonderful, them worsening when he thought about how he felt the first time
Jotaro decided to slam his tongue into him without a word. “Josuke, Rohan’s not
an idiot and I can assume he’s a neat freak. With a proper diet, no fecal
matter doesn’t ev-“
“NO NONONONO. THIS SOUNDS LIKE BIOLOGY CLASS.”
“J-josuke, I’m just trying to consol-“
“DON’T SAY IT IN GROSS WAYS.”
Kakyoin was trying to hush Josuke, fearing Jotaro would walk in on this and ask
questions he REALLY wasn’t prepared to answer.
“If he eats healthy, you don’t get ‘the stuff’. The stuff comes out in one
smooth shot, leaving the ‘poop chute’ clean. This is how you don’t get ‘the
stuff’ on your junk.” Kakyoin emphasized with the quotation motion of his
fingers. “Plus he might do enemas, judging his personality, he probably does.”
Josuke nodded, but it was obvious the boy expected more than what he got.
“Do you need to hear my past experiences to feel better? Jotaro had a hard time
as well.”
Another nod. Kakyoin noticed how stray strands of hair began to fray out from
the boy’s pompadour, disheveled by the frequency of nodding. His movements were
slow, allowing Hierophant Green to coil around the table, popping up from
behind to fix the hair for the younger. It seemed to startle Josuke just enough
for him to slam his knees into the table, sending the red head’s mug flying. 
Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh no.
The mug had been set back onto the table by an unknown force.
Jotaro must have heard.
Josuke seemed not to notice it, eventually giving into the touches of the green
stand, it casually brushing and patting the hair.
Kakyoin cleared his throat, peeking behind him. Jotaro was being sneaky about
this.
“Ehem. Anyway… Our first experiences with things of this nature were…
surprisingly.” Josuke’s face slowly turned into a sly grin, him leaning in to
hear more. “Jotaro well…. Read about a lot of these things before I did. I
didn’t even know he was interested in a ‘physical’ relationship, at all. If you
haven’t noticed, your... relative… isn’t much for any contact, let alone that
in nature.”
Josuke had such a shit-eating grin. It was obvious he wanted to hear a lot of
dirty and embarrassing things about his older nephew. Kakyoin rolled his eyes,
propping his head up in his hand, elbow pressed into the table.
“Something like rimming is a thing you need to get used to, I suppose. I’ve
done it plenty. I can’t help my little oral fixation, it’s from all the cher-“
“… Uh, Nori?”
“Oh, right. Rambling. Jotaro just wung it. I was completely unaware of it, it
specifically being his desire to do so. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as I
did, for the record.”
He glanced around, feeling an unsettling force around them. Mhmn, Just what he
thought.
 “I’m assuming you’re the one who wants to give and Rohan the receiver? I’ve
met him. Talked with him a little. He seems like he’s…… heh, an anal retentive
type of person.” The joke wasn’t appreciated by the younger. Kakyoin coughed
into the back of his hand, clearing his throat.
“He probably eats well. I already explains the proper diet part… I think you’re
worried about nothing. If anything, ask him to wash out. Maybe try doing an
enema with a small hint of tea? It sounds weird but sometimes that helps with
the issue of ‘taste’, if that’s your concern.” The pale face across from him
caused him to laugh again. Josuke was young, of course this was hard for him.
“Try to trust me a little, okay? I’m technically your nephew in law, right?”
“I mean… I guess.”
“Please at least try it. Talk to him. He seems like he really likes to stay
clean. You’re overreacting.” Just like that, Kakyoin leaned forward to
delicately put his hand on top of Josuke’s, watching that Pompadour fluff into
a heart shape. It kind of scared him a bit, but the boy looked incredibly happy
due to the contact.
“A-anyway. It’ll be fine. I promise. If not, please come back and you can punch
me all you want with Crazy Diamond! That’s how sure I am on this!” He really
didn’t want Josuke to take that seriously, wondering if that might actually
happen but… the boy nodded again, smiling big. He stood up and stretched before
curving around the table to lay a huge kiss on his elder’s cheek.
“Thank you Noriaki-sensei!!” With that, the boy left, leaving the red head
blushing and stuttering, glaring deep into his cup.
“B…baby steps Josuke, Take baby steps!”
When the door shut behind the high school boy, he felt and saw two strong
purple arms lace around his waist, as well as cold kisses on his skin. Kakyoin
raised a hand to pet the stand’s head, massaging it’s scalp. He could feel the
possessiveness in the touch, trying to ease it through gentle contact.
“If you weren’t paying attention, your nephew is fucking that rude artist
friend of his. I hope he’s better than you used to be.”
Kakyoin got a well-deserved punch in the back of head, causing him to cackle
happily.
--
Rohan felt oddly uncomfortable in this position. It seemed like Josuke was
taking the situation head on – quite literally. It was something he wasn’t sure
he was completely okay with. Josuke was holding tight to his middle; Rohan’s
legs hung weakly over his shoulders. Rohan could only consider it bizarre as he
looked up from the pillows and sheets, seeing Josuke glare in determination at
his asshole.
“As an artist I can understand scrutinizing your subject bu- “
“Dude shut up, I’m trying to psyche myself up for this.”                   
That face was pure crimson. Josuke looked so nervous. Rohan wished he could
simply grab the boy by the pompadour and just yank him down, but it was more
than impossible in this position to do it. He could only clench Josuke’s thighs
or the sheets if he needed it.
“I can’t say that I’m feeling shame in this position, but are you going to do
this, or not? I’m going to get a migraine from it.”
Finally Josuke just dove down. Rohan chirped in surprise, wiggling slightly at
just how passionately Josuke went down on him. His tip of his tongue ran
circles around his entrance, with the occasional addition of fat licks from his
asshole up to the underside of his balls. He wanted to say something, anything,
but he couldn’t even focus. Josuke was actually eating him. Rohan’s head tilted
back to release thick sighs, humming over his minor victory.
He’d finally convinced Josuke to do it.
Josuke continuously worked the surface of his asshole, simply kissing and
prodding – but nothing more. Rohan had to give him credit, at least he was
making the attempt. A damn good one at that.
The licks were wet and each contact left succulent wet sounds in their wake.
Rohan suddenly found himself chuckling, feeling the pompadour push against his
skin, nudging his balls in specific. Josuke didn’t seem to find it funny,
pulling his mouth away to glare down at the exposed other.
“Yo, I can stop if you’re gonna be an asshole. You try giving head and other
shit with my hair. I dare you.”  He was just giving the heated skin soft kisses
now, pecks traveling up and down his perineum.
The artist chomped down on his bottom lip, toes curling. Just this was pure
heaven. His head thrashed from side to side, trying to shake off how amazing
small touches were on his skin.
“Annnddd, this is why I went for something like this. I can see your face in
this position!” The boy whistled at the sight before plunging down again,
lathering the already damp skin with more kisses and hot licks. Rohan could
have sworn he heard a mumbled ‘you’re so sexy’ coming from the occupied boy,
but decided not to push the matter.
His fingers latched onto the sheets underneath him, easing the pure tension he
felt. He hadn’t even noticed the other hand snaking to start to jerk his cock.
Maybe this weird position was a good idea. The mixture of semi lightheadedness
and lust made this an experience he couldn’t help but dream of. While wrapped
in thoughts, Josuke squawked “SWITCH”.
Rohan was flipped abruptly and dropped into the sheets as Josuke sat down more
comfortably, tugging his ass into his face again. Rohan was clawing at the
sheets, trying to turn his head to see what was going on.
“It’s easier for me to finger fuck you and stuff this way. To be honest… My
arms were getting kind of tired…” The high schooler murmured as he snaked an
arm around Rohan’s thigh, beginning to stroke his cock. The sensation brought
sparks going up his back, him arching and rubbing himself into the touch.
“S-stop talking and use your m-mm… mouth more!” Rohan mewled, bucking himself
both into each touch and use of tongue. Josuke quickly obliged his demand,
using heavier strokes to lap at his asshole, sucking and kissing it plenty.
Rohan shuddered at the sensation, almost daring to ask for his cock instead. He
had his pride though. He wouldn’t whine – He’d absolutely demand what he
wanted.
Or, maybe not. The multiple locations of stimulation felt too good to be real.
They had gripped Rohan tightly, him burying his face into the sheets. He was
actually grateful for Josuke’s change, giving him the ability to hide himself
from the burning shame.
The sounds from his lips sounded wringed of all air, them being mere gasps and
heaves of pleasure. He tried to say something – to command and demand more, but
there was nothing Josuke could improve at this point. He was purely in heaven,
enjoying everything the other gave him.
The heat boiling in his stomach felt too good to be true, especially with the
way Josuke stroked him and lapped at his skin. Rohan tensed, toes curling. He
was trying everything in his ability to hold off his own orgasm, demanding more
of his body.
If only he could really do something like that. Josuke had completed him from
eating him out and jerking him off at the same time. White spurts stained his
upper stomach and chest, leaving him twitching and arching as Josuke kept the
motions soft and quick, to keep his orgasm absolutely pleasant and filling.
Rohan hummed cheerfully, nestling into the sheets, pliable in the other’s grip.
Josuke slowly let go of him, the other flopping to the side and sighing in pure
bless. Josuke sat there for a moment, before huffing. Rohan eyed him curiously
and in a sleepy motion, tugged Josuke down onto him. The younger wiggled in
surprise, having lips swiped against his. Rohan was lazily trying to kiss him,
fingers brushing his cheek.
“BLECH, R-rohan! You know where my mouth has been!! Fuck no!”

“I know…” The artist purred, arm draping around the other’s shoulders. Josuke
huffed and flopped his head into the other’s shoulder giving up completely.
They laid like that for a while, Rohan delicately patting the back of his head
in satisfaction. That seemed to get pleased coos from the boy, along with
giggles.
“I need to take a shower. I can’t imagine what my pompadour smells like.”
“It smells like shit and sweat.”
Rohan’s lips curved into a feral smile, seeing the look of pure shock on the
other’s face. Josuke attempted to smell his own hair, pulling the pompadour
apart and pure horror. He sat there as a mess, hair frayed everywhere across
his shoulders. He looked like he might actually cry.
“I was kidding.”
The artist got a couple punches before the other left for the bathroom in a fit
of rage, waddling away with the rock hard erection he’d been ignoring the whole
time he spent pleasuring the other.
“I’M GOING TO JERK OFF IN THE SHOWER. FUCK OFF.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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     i wrote this in my college class
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     who's afraid to eat ass
***** Sweet And Passionate *****
Chapter Summary
     Swiggity Swooty Rohan's a fucking boobie
     rohan's paranoid and worried and has attachment issues and josuke is
     a goofy goober
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Rohan was sure Josuke had been teasing him all night. He somehow agreed to have
Jotaro and Kakyoin come over to both discuss the events going on as late, as
well as some odd mini in house dinner date. The night itself was amusing, the
four of them talking and enjoying themselves. Rohan loved to tease Josuke in
front of the two older people, enticing chuckles from Kakyoin’s lips and sly
grins from Jotaro.
After that point Josuke had done nothing but make sly sexual advances towards
him. Small touches; stroking his thigh casually, leaning closer than usual. It
was hilarious to consider, him attempting to be so coy and secretive when
everyone in the room knew what was going on. Rohan supposed he’d humor him,
pretending like he didn’t notice a thing and let him continue on.
Eventually the sky faded to a red and pink, a hint for the older couple to
leave. Kakyoin was the one to say goodbye for them, casually being led away by
his tall Adonis of a husband. Rohan would never admit it, but he always found
his gaze wondering, undressing the tall man with his eyes. To draw him would be
an artist’s honor.
Being ridiculously attractive and unsociable must be a Joestar trait.
The two had gone to taking care of the dishes, the artist scrubbing plates in
the sink. Josuke was doing something stupid as always; him leaning back in the
kitchen chair with a pen balanced on his nose.
“Josuke, shouldn’t you be leaving too?”
“Nah, Mom knows I’m sleeping over.”
“… Right.”
“She knows we’re dating dude! I couldn’t keep lying to her.”
“I hope your mother keeps her mouth shut better than you.”
His speed of dish washing slowed to a snail’s pace. He much rather have her
hate him then actually like him. Josuke forced him to come over sometimes and
Tomoko would squeal and make such a scene over it. She was a surprisingly
supportive mother, though he vaguely wondered if she was so okay with it
because he was rich. It made him consider things… things like…
This arrangement might become permanent.
Did he really want to think about that? No. He wasn’t sure if that was
something he was even prepared to begin to ponder at.
“Did you bring everything you need?”
“Rohan, I practically live here as it is. I keep a lot of stuff here. Kinda
like a closet you know~?”
“If you’re going to keep leaving shit here, I’ll start charging you per item.”
The more Josuke talked, the more it bothered him. The boy probably was
confused. This was a first time romance for him. He was probably just
experiencing those childish bubbles of puppy love and this wouldn’t continue
for much longer righ-
Josuke’s arms had slowly weaved underneath Rohan’s, casually doing the dishes
for him from behind.
“Are you suddenly aging or something? What the hell is taking you so long?”
The artist bit his lip, fearing all the things that seemed to hit him in
succession. He was trapped in a web of his own thoughts, regretting even
considered them in the first place. He was now stuck, unable to ignore what he
started.
“Sorry. I got lost in a thought.”
“I’m really used to you tuning me out. Whatever I guess. What was on your mind
this time?”
He was still doing the dishes in place of Rohan, chirping happily against his
ear as he put cleaned ones into the drying rack.
For a teenager, he could be awfully mature, couldn’t he? Sometimes he forgot
Josuke was in high school, asides from when he was with that oafish friend of
his. He was surprisingly helpful at times and genuinely kind. He held
responsibility in ways he didn’t expect (EXCEPT FOR HIS HOUSE BURNING INCIDENT)
and even presented himself fairly well on certain occasions.
Rohan was boring holes through the glass of the window he was staring through,
churning all these thoughts of life partnership and how it’d affect his
writing. Eventually Josuke sighed deeply, turning the other around suddenly and
the kissed him.  Rohan didn’t dare move. It was a chaste kiss, simply meant
affectionately. Just a small gesture like that left him paralyzed.
“Josuke…” Rohan found himself mumbling out. Fingers delicately going to the
other’s shoulders. He damned himself for falling into the boy’s trap, but found
that he was even more lost when he looked him in the eyes. The concern painted
on the other’s visage confused him and nearly scared him half to death.
Sometimes he wondered if it was all some elaborate prank set up fuck with him.
Kids did seem to thrive on the misery of other’s as he could recall from his
youth.
Josuke’s lips were closing in towards his. Rohan found himself trying to lean
away, the thought of kissing suddenly feeling vile to him.
He was backed against the sink, anxiety flowing through his veins as he tried
to look everywhere but towards the boy leaning in. He expected some form of
disgusting kiss but received something ridiculous.
Josuke bonked him on the forehead with his pompadour. He kept doing it.
“Bonku. Bonku.”
Rohan was utterly confused and tried to swat the other away in pure
exasperation but once more found himself confused and surprised. Josuke had
bear hugged him and pressed his face into the artist’s shoulder.
“Sorrrry. You looked kind of pissed and I didn’t want to give you another
reason to be. I just felt like you didn’t want to kiss.”
“You’re perceptive.”
“Look, I know you don’t wanna talk about it. That’s fine, whatever. You keep
shit from me a lot. Butttt. I know somethin’ is bothering you so I’m not gonna
pry just yet.”
Like that, Rohan found himself getting lifted into the boy’s arms, who spun on
his heels and headed for the stairs.
“J-JOSUKE PUT ME DOWN, I WASN’T FINISHED.”
“I’ll do ‘em later. You need some Class- A loving and comfort!”
The bridal style was a bit much but Josuke couldn’t help himself. He knew
something was eating Rohan. He’d gotten pretty damn good at reading his body
language, since it was the most obvious thing about Rohan. He knew something
was eating him up again… but this time it felt more serious than others. He
could tell the difference between something like him thinking of new story arcs
and an issue at hand.
He carried his elder up the stairs, gazing down at the pout and horrible scowl
across his face. He knew this wouldn’t help much but he just wanted to try. He
wanted to try anything he could.
Josuke took care around the corners he always fucked up and bumped the bedroom
door open with his ass, scooting them in. Rohan had gone limp in his arms just
as he always did when he admitted defeat, making it easier for the younger to
toss him on the bed. Josuke stretched and winked, casually thumbing through the
lame collection of movies he started to hoard at Rohan’s place. He did a bit of
redecorating despite the other’s blatant disapproval, moving one of the heavier
televisions up into the bedroom just for the occasion of cuddling late at night
while watching some movies.
The younger froze, finger twitching at the corner of the tape he was dreading.
“O-oiy, what about Pretty Woman? We haven’t watched it recently.”
The fact that Rohan’s face lit up made Josuke giggle, especially so when he
remembered how Rohan spent over two million yen to get the actual furniture
used in the movie. How could he resist offering it?
 
--
 
God, why did he suggest it? Josuke never liked movies like this, but having
Rohan snuggled against him in bed without an argument was too good to pass up.
Rohan really was a nerd when it came to ‘classic’ films. He could practically
recite half of the lines in the movie to himself while watching it with pure
attention.
The worst part? Josuke was starting to be able to as well. He’d seen it at
least three times now because Rohan just loved it that much. It was worth
sitting through the agony for times like this.
“Oiy. Rohan.” He figured he’d try to pry him now, since he seemed to be in such
a better mood as he watched the romance on screen unfold.
“What?”
“I’m like the Vivian to your Edward, aren’t I?”
“….. What??”
“Ya’ know. I’m that weird wild card that you met out of fate during your
ruthless work oriented life. I dunno. And now we’re kind of dating…? Just….
Yeah… that sounded better in my head.” Yep. He fucked it up. Josuke turned his
head away slowly, only to get patted on the cheek by his elder.
“The effort was appreciated; the presentation was god awful. I’m surprised
you’ve actually paid attention to this movie at all.” That smile was really
killing Josuke. He looked too good right now. He got Rohan to loosen up a
little. Now it was his chance!
Josuke’s hands pressed against Rohan’s shoulders, him wearing the most serious
expression the artist could ever remember him giving.
“Rohan… Look. I could just feel it in the air earlier. I’m… not fucking with
you okay? I know you didn’t say or word or anything and would probably deny
thinking this to your grave but really. I’m not hanging around watching cheesy
romance movies with you that you know I hate because I’m ‘uncultured’ just for
some fucking laugh.”
Rohan was speechless. Josuke was starting to panic. He couldn’t really read the
other’s expression and it was killing him.
He had to kiss him. Break the ice. Regroup after that.
He couldn’t think of anything else to say to the arrogant fucker. Josuke just
had to kiss him. That’d help. His hands clenched tight to the other’s
shoulders, feeling the sensation of cold hands press to his chest as he kissed
him more passionately than he intended.
It took him a second to pull away just enough to speak, even though his lower
half screamed for him to continue.
“… I love you, okay? That’s why I’m doing this… trust me. “
The words were a whisper under the sounds of the characters on screen talking.
It was so gentle and fragile, as was the look in the speaker’s eyes.
Rohan clenched his jaw, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment over this.
He hated feeling so vulnerable to the boy. He was mad Josuke was perceptive and
understood it. He was so mad. His world had been destroyed. His perfect word.
His quiet world. His simple world of working and nothing more.
His hands wrapped around Josuke’s shoulders. His peaceful life had been
interrupted by this high schooler.
Rohan’s lips parted to press against Josuke’s once more.
His world had an invader who changed the barren wasteland into flowers and
life.
They were kissing languidly, slowly pressing together was they made such
delicious contact with lip and tongue.
His world was being corrupted, rampaged by this outsider. They had broken into
the heart of the perfect world and changed it.
“Show me how much you love me.”
His world was destroyed and recreated to be shared.
 
--
 
The touches were soft and tender. It wasn’t like their usual clawing and biting
fuck session. It couldn’t be even considered a fuck. It sat solid in Rohan’s
stomach, sending an unpleasant thought through his entire being.
They were making love.
Clothes had long been discarded. They pressed and ground gently into each other
as hands wandered fluently. Josuke’s goal for the night was really to prove
much how he loved Rohan. If staying with him all the time and saving his life
from other stand users didn’t cut it, he’d have to do it this way.
Rohan’s cheeks glowed with a surprising warmth as he and Josuke exchanged
touches. His fingers traced down the taller’s chest and lower stomach, while
Josuke’s traveled up and down his sides. They’d pull one another into gentle
kisses, tongues delicately brushing and twisting against in retort. Josuke
leaned to leave gently kisses across Rohan’s shoulders, giving the other full
range of his back, finger tips flowing over tense muscle freely.
“… I love you.” Murmured from Josuke’s lips every couple of pecks or so. Rohan
only grunted, taking his time memorizing the contours of the other’s skin. He
was walking on eggshells in his mind, apt to fall into a sea of his self-doubt
and paranoia once more. Josuke would reel him in without question, drawing out
soft sighs and pants with hands and mouth moving.
The touches were less sexual as they were comforting. Although the nakedness
shared between them eluded to obvious future intercourse, it was apparent that
wasn’t the foremost goal. Josuke’s hand tendered massaged the other’s hips as
his lips trailed down, following the middle of that lithe form as they went.
Each soft touch left Rohan shivering, almost wanting to demand rougher
sensations. The trail of kisses stopped at the top of his navel and traveled
upwards.
Tender kisses on sensitive places. That was all Rohan could think of as Josuke
cautiously lapped at a nipple, gliding hands back down his sides again. He was
a shivering, flustered mess under the touches he was being provided. Soft sighs
escaped his parting lips as the other worried the pink nub gingerly.
That sensation, in unison with the addition of a hand slowly working him into
full hardness was wonderful. Even if this foreplay took forever, it had words
beginning to form at the end of Rohan’s tongue. He knew what they were, but
really wasn’t sure if he meant them, or if it was just lust talking.
Josuke dealt with his terrible social skills. He also kissed him and was
surprisingly good in bed. Josuke laughed off his defensively cruel comments. He
also knew how to fuck. Josuke could handle the way he seemed to hate so many
things. He also knew how to confuse someone with his kindness.
Josuke’s lips traveled to press dry kisses to the crook of the other’s neck,
before pulling away completely to sit up. Crazy Diamond appeared from behind
him to dig the bottle of lube out of the bedside table, casually bouncing it in
its hands.
“It’s uh… okay if we do this right?” Josuke was glancing away while rubbing the
back of his head. His stand seemed to become docile as well, holding onto the
bottle and simply peeking over his shoulder.
“Why… wouldn’t it be?”
“Rohan. I feel like you’ve been really mad at me or something. Like you think
I’m using you or something!”
Josuke nailed it on the head. Rohan was staring blankly back at him. The boy
balled his fists up just let it out. He leaned downard and kissed down the
other’s neck again as he repositioned himself between his legs. His stand
followed, casually sitting beside them to hold Rohan’s hand in its own.
He was kissing his thighs, delicately massaging the sinew. “Literally a billion
girls at school basically throw their panties at me. Why would I stick with you
if I wanted a quick fuck then??? You’re worse than a bank safe to crack open!”
Rohan felt the kick to the face was justified.
Josuke was grinning while nursing the bloody lip he received, humming as Crazy
Diamond handed him the liquid from earlier. He liberally spread it on his hand
and went right in for his goal, wiggling his middle finger slowly into the
other.
Rohan arched and moaned softly, Josuke’s stand delicately giving his hand a
squeeze while rubbing his lower stomach. The younger was delicate with each
movement, working diligently to keep from making the sensation at all
uncomfortable or painful. Certainly the use of his stand helped. Crazy Diamond
had Rohan distracted with the physical contact.
All things considered, having his stand out was probably the biggest sign of
vulnerability Josuke could display. It was his inner being, projected… after
all. Rohan’s gaze travelled to the stand that seemed to give him the most
loving look he’d seen, aside’s from it’s user.
Rohan shut his eyes in bliss, delicately rocking his hips against the touch.
Even if Josuke just wanting to fuck him was the case, at least he was good. He
could be rough, but that was always so good to feel the slow antagonizing
touches.
“Josuke…” He wasn’t sure what to say, but the sound of the other’s name off his
tongue was pleasant. He squeezed the stand’s hand and raised his free one to
lace around the other’s shoulder. He gave a quick yank, bringing their lips
together for more kissing. They were light and gentle, neither of them making
any motion to dominant one another. The flicks of their tongues stayed
nonchalant and chaste as Josuke continued to work him open.
There was a mutual separation of the two, them panting against each other as
Josuke pulled his fingers away. Crazy Diamond handed back the bottle again,
leaning down to nuzzle against the artist’s chest.
“You said my name earlier… like you wanted to say something. What’s up?”
“… What… am I to you?”
Josuke seemed frozen in place, staring down at the other with pure shock. Rohan
could just use Heaven’s Door to ease his wary thoughts, but he loved to force
Josuke to admit his thoughts.
The boy was gnawing at his lip, delicately hiking the other’s hips over his
own. One hand worked to fix his hair, the other drumming on Rohan’s thigh as he
churned a good response.
“Are you going to laugh at me?”
“Yes.”
“Ngh….” The boy huffed and slumped a little, kneading both thighs nervously.
“I like you a lot. You might be a huge dick that yells at me for a lot of stuff
but… There’s something about you I just can’t get over. You’re so fucking mean
and nasty and I just want to punch you in the face all the time but… I also
want to kiss you and tell you I like you and want to keep you safe. ”
“Just fuck me already.”

“W-what? Aren’t you going to… ya’ know, give me a response to me pouring my
heart out?”
That dagger filled gaze was dejecting to say the least. Josuke huffed and
pouted, liberally coating himself in the slick lube. The look on his face of
upmost displeasure brought a curve to the ends of Rohan’s lips.
The initial entrance was soft as every other touch and kiss that had been
followed that night. Josuke was tender as he pushed in slowly, huffing and
gasping with concentration. The look on his face showed how hard it was, but it
gave Rohan an idea.
“Keep talking.”
“Uwah?”
“The reasons you like me. Keep telling me about them.”
Josuke’s expression contorted in frustration as he finally hit the base of his
cock. Rohan shuddered but felt fine, since the preparation was surprisingly
better than normal. Maybe elongated foreplay was a good thing after all.
He looked at Rohan as if pleading, but got no mercy. He started to rock his
hips against Josuke, grinding himself hard against his length, enticing gasps
and moans from his lips.
“Go on.”
Josuke swallowed hard and began a soft pace, delicately flicking his hips to
grind against the tight heat around him. It was hard to keep a good position
due to the pace and slowly sunk down, face mere centimeters away from his
elder.
“I…. egh… I wanted to see who you really were. I knew you were just a scared
and angry guy when I first met you. Probably… lonely.”
“It’s perception… really. I wasn’t…!” Even at such a snail’s pace, the way
Josuke moved still ripped gasps from  his lips.
“Yeah… y-yeah whatever. Then the dice thing. I was a dick. I admit it. And…
after that, I… just wanted you to like me…” 
Josuke’s hands clenched harder to the other’s hips, losing control of his own
pace.
“I-I… I wanted to know who ‘The Great Kishibe Rohan’ really was…! I wanted to
see who wrote the manga and what they did with themselves…”
The younger was panting, shuttering with every move and grind they made against
one another.
“I found out that I really liked what I learned and wanted to spend more time
with you. You can be mean but… you’re… just…. Amazing.”
This was a lot of stuff Rohan could more or less guessed but hearing it out
loud, through pants, gasps and shutters made pink dance over his cheeks. He
laid there in silence, staring deeply into the other’s eyes. He wanted to say
some awful thing and laugh at him, but… his words were caught in his throat.
“I legitimately like spending time with you, Rohan. Even if you yell at me and
hit me with rolled up paper and stuff. You… you’re really cool. I wanna keep
this relationship going an-“
“Josuke.”
Rohan swallowed again and throw an arm over his own face.
“F-fuck…” He hissed. Josuke gasped and leaned down, trying to yank the arm
away. Rohan was writhing and slapping at him in hopes to keep him away.
The arm got pulled away.
Josuke saw the tears that had formed and began to trickle down the other’s
cheeks.
It was obvious he was about to panic and pull out. Rohan locked his legs around
the other’s hips, rubbing his eyes dry with his palms.
“All that shit you said was so cheesy it made me cry.”
“So… that means~?”
“Just finish us off first. We can talk about this afterwards.”
Rohan didn’t need to tell him twice. Josuke hiked him up to the next level,
throwing legs over his shoulders as he fucked down into him. Rohan gasped and
keened the other’s name, hands clinging to the forearms encasing him. They both
seemed to work in harmony, grinding and pressing to one another, reaching a
blissful climax with the finale of a passionate kiss.
Rohan rolled to his side afterwards, covering his face with a pillow. Josuke
always got up and shuffled to the bathroom, scampering back with a warm damp
towel to clean the both of them off with.
It was difficult to figure out what to say. They hadn’t spoken after all of the
things Josuke had spilled from his lips. Eventually the boy came back to bed,
after replacing the finished movie with HIS personal favorite, Aladdin.
“Hey… Rohan? Are you okay?” He tapped his shoulder, keeping himself up by an
elbow.
He flipped around and glared at Josuke, before shoving his face into his chest.
“I think I love you, you stupid idiot.”
There was silence. Rohan was the one this time to swallow hard. Josuke had
stayed silent, but let his arms delicately grasp at the other and tug him in.
His face ended up buried in those short locks, nuzzling gently.
“… I hope you actually do.”
“I don’t know myself. I’m scared.” He refused to look up and see Josuke’s face
after that. He didn’t want to imagine it either.
Another silence. There was too many uncomfortable silences for Rohan’s comfort.
These conversations were the worst. He hated trying to express emotions or try
to be sociable in this sense. It was too much effort and far too frustrating
for his liking.
“Well… Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. I don’t mind waiting until you figure it
out.” The younger hummed against him, casually patting his back.
He hated how patient Josuke was in this sense, but was grateful at the same
time.
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Chapter Summary
     ROHAN HAS TO MEET THE HOT SINGLE MILF TO TALK ABOUT HER WEIRD HAIRED
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God, I hate him so much.
Rohan was in (yet again) another horrible social situation thanks to his,
belovedJosuke.
“I can’t get us out of this dude, my mom is bribing me with enough yen to get
the next line of Gucci for the summer season!” Josuke was attempting to quell
Rohan punching his chest with weak pats to his thin shoulders.
“I can do the same god damn thing, Higashikata!” Each time Josuke tutted his
lips, he got another punch. It was even worse when Josuke tried to lean down to
kiss his neck. Those times he got the slaps to the face.
“H-hey, It’s not often my Mom is this damn adamant about something! Just do me
a solid and suck it up for just a day, okay? She’ll probably hate you so much
that you’ll never have to show up again!”
Rohan was sitting next to Tomoko Higashikata on the couch. Across from him was
Josuke. Thanks to that damn woman bribing Josuke with his god damn good sense
in fashion (the only thing he seems to be able to do right), he was now trapped
in a situation he couldn’t get out of.
He had to admit that he was at least somewhat impressed with Josuke’s ability
to keep his mouth shut. Despite the rise in public interest in the form of
reporters and journalists, their relationship had been kept fairly secret. How
they couldn’t put two and two together on the pompadour styling lad was beyond
him but he wouldn’t question it. At least they were that dumb.
 
All of them except Tomoko.
 
From what Josuke said, Tomoko had been slowly prying about where he was going
so much and other things. His lies starting to fall apart when Okuyasu showed
up at his house one time, asking if she’d seen him. He said he was hanging with
him that day. Apparently, she really kicked the shit out of him for lying to
her.
Josuke, being the golden hearted and easily manipulated boy that he is,
eventually admitted to his mother about his relationship with the artist.
Rohan tried hard to keep at least a somewhat decent fake smile across his face,
but it was much more difficult than he wanted to admit.
Tomoko wanted to meet him.
“I can’t believe Josuke managed to catch such a prize!” The mother hummed,
delicately bumping Rohan’s shoulder. He almost spilled his tea all over the
floor. Now he knew partially where he got his strength from.
“M-mom!”
“I mean, mother like son~ He likes them older too~!!” She seemed to laugh hard
at her own joke. Despite how uncomfortable this made him, seeing Josuke visibly
turning red at the ears was more than amusing. He looked embarrassed and kept
looking away, scuffing his feet bitterly on the floor, refusing to make eye
contact with Rohan.
“An-nyway. Wasn’t there stuff you wanted to talk to Rohan about?” He was trying
to veer the conversation away from his mother’s affair. Understandable, really.
“Well… Simple things. How did you two meet, exactly?”
Both of them froze. Josuke looked like a deer in headlights. They couldn’t tell
the truth. Likely while the boy was as dense and unprepared as ever, at least
once of them could lie by the skin of their teeth.
“Well, Ms. Higash-”
“Oh please, call me Tomoko!!”
“... Apparently he’s a fan of my work. He found my address and wanted an
autograph. After that, I commented on his hair and decided to draw him I found
it… interesting.”
Interesting wasn’t the word he wanted to use, but as long as he made this as
pain free as possible for himself, he could really care less. Tomoko began to
babble happily about his hair, and how long he’s had it, diving into
information the two had discussed lazily in bed together. Rohan and Josuke made
eye contact for the first time there and that look on Josuke’s face was golden.
The face screamed ‘Rohan you’re a fucking awful liar fuck you my hair is
great’.
“Your son was already my fan due to my manga being such a hit as of late and he
wanted an autograph and a picture. He kept bothering me to spend time with him,
afterwards.”
Tomoko seemed to pleased over that, but Josuke’s face screamed he was really
going to get it latger. If only Josuke could have actually thought of
something, he wouldn’t be in this situation.
“Soooo…. Motherly question….~” It seemed like it’d be simple enough. Rohan
turned his head to give that painful smile again, doubly so as her hand pressed
to the top of his thigh. “Have you two had sex yet?”
“GAUGHFFUAHHH, MOM!” Josuke had leapt from his chair, face the brightest
crimson Rohan had ever seen. Even he was starting to feel the sting of warmth
on his cheeks, as she stared at both of them so calmly.
“Yes, of course.”
“WUAHAHHAA, ROHAN NO!”
Rohan tilted his head to the side, giving the boy’s mother a coy look. She had
a devious grin on her face at this point. He knew her game. He might actually
like her after all.
“Your son does seem to enjoy sex. What’s that say about you, hm?” He took a sip
of his tea, grinning into the cup as she seemed to catch on seamlessly,
giggling like an idiot.
“Oh, I love sex! It’s been so long though… I sometimes feel like I’m going to
burn up in-”
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GOD. STOP IT. EW. YOU’RE BOTH GROSS.” Josuke was out of the
room, scampering to the safety of his room to calm his nerves after even
CONSIDERING the fact Rohan had just admitted to having sex with him AND his mom
talking about being horny.
Once the room was empty, Tomoko looked back to him with a tender smile. So
that’s where Josuke got that, too. Rohan sighed and took another sip of the
tea, trying to ease the discomfort growing in his gut.
“Thank you for the tea. It’s lovely.”
“It’s really my pleasure. Thank you for being so kind to my son.”
“....What?”
The raven haired woman was playing with her filled cup, rubbing her thumb on
the handle. She gave him a soft sigh and looked away, as if trying to find the
words she wanted to use now. He could already feel the seriousness in the air
and absolutely despised it.
“I just worry about him sometimes. Even if he doesn’t say much about you, I can
tell you really make him happy.”
It was his time to be embarrassed. Rohan coughed softly, taking another gulp of
the luke warm tea. This was starting to go in a direction he had prayed it
wouldn’t.
“You seem like a very good man. I don’t mind when Josuke stays with you. I feel
like even though I haven’t had a formal conversation with you until now, that
you’re someone I could trust with Josuke.”
“I… well, thank you.”
What the hell do you say to shit like this?! It sounds like she’s giving him
her blessings or something.
Tomoko had gone on about how Josuke always seems to happy when he leaves the
house now, like there’s something he’s really looking forward to. He hadn’t
even realized it, but Josuke had been coming and going from his house for about
a year now. He didn’t realize this either, but it would seem Josuke would stay
with him for days at a time, going home for short whiles.
“How can you be comfortable with him practically living with me at this point?”
Rohan couldn’t believe he was bringing this up, even.
“I don’t want him to miss any chances at being happy. At least he comes home
every day to see me and do his homework. He knows better!!” The laugh of hers
was charming. That wasn’t something Josuke got from her.
Josuke had eventually come back after some silence was passed between the two
adults. He was glaring at them as he plopped back down once more.
“Ah.. Josuke~! I plan to make dinner soon. How about you boys stay here for the
night? I’d hate to make Rohan had to drive in the dark.”
“... I’m perfectly fine with d-”
“You’re staying the night!”
He was actually trapped. Tomoko scared him more than Kira and Josuke combined.
He shrunk in his seat, nodding softly to himself. He had gotten sucked into a
relationship he couldn’t get out of. Both of them were too annoying and would
make things too difficult.
Dinner was surprisingly pleasant. He wasn’t used to home cooking, being a
terrible chef and all. He was an artist, but not in the realm. The dishes made
him feel warm and oddly sleepy. He sat in silence as he ate, listening to the
two bounce off of each other about all sorts of silly things. She nagged him
like a mother should and he argued like the brat he was. Rohan couldn’t
remember the last time he’d gone to see his family. None of them really spoke
much. Perhaps it was time to make a call.
They’d bring him into conversations and he’d try to say something funny or
witty, but it always sounded stupid to him. Josuke would laugh, but Tomoko
would just look in between them in befuddlement. It wasn’t really his fault he
wasn’t funny, but for some reason Josuke would always laugh no matter how bad
what he said was.
The night passed surprisingly uneventful. Once Tomoko mentioned her taste in
movies, Rohan and her really hit it off, rambling and talking about their
favorites. She mentioned Pretty Woman and the expression Rohan wore was that of
a child in a candy store. They babbled fluently on the topic as Josuke slowly
sunk back into his chair again, groaning over it.
“Ah, since you’re sleeping here tonight, Josuke should show you to the guest
room shouldn’t he…. Right, Josuke~?
“Guh, this was your idea… Why do I gotta-…”
She flicked his nose. Rohan couldn’t help but snicker into his hand over his
reaction, the boy holding his face and sniffling bitterly.
That was the end of the night. Josuke begrudgingly lead Rohan down the hallway
and into a room. The moment the artist stepped in, he shut the door behind
them.
“Hah~! Like hell you’re going to be sleeping in the guest room! If mom is gonna
force you to stay, you’re gonna be sleeping with me.”
The bed was tiny. It was a single. Rohan glanced around the boy’s room, this
being the first time he’d actually seen it. It really did represent the boy he
was in relations with (he would never say dating). Posters of various video
games on the walls, little figures and video game related things everywhere. It
was pretty messy, with dirty clothes scattered and nowhere close to the hamper.
His nose wrinkled at the sight, disgusted on how the boy actually lived when he
wasn’t sleeping at his house.
“We both can’t fit on that bed.”
“Sure we can!! There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping on the floor.”
Just to prove a point, Rohan slowly stepped towards the sheets to inspect them.
They seemed clean enough. He sat down on the bed itself and inched to the wall
next to the bed, laying down and glaring at the younger. Josuke squawked and
followed in suite, them ended up pressed far too tightly together for it to be
really comfortable.
“I told you.”
“Nah, we can make it work! We snuggle in bed all the timeeee.”
Rohan slowly brought his hands up to Josuke’s shoulders, giving him a firm
shove clear off the bed. He followed shortly after, standing up to undress.
Josuke looked shocked, but oh so pleased. That puppy face really bothered the
hell out of Rohan every time he did it.
“This was unexpected, I’m not sleeping in my nice clothes.”
Rohan took his time stripping, glaring down at the boy. Josuke looked like he
was leaning up to touch him, but he got a foot in the center of his chest.
Rohan delicately ground his heel into the center of the expanse of muscle,
while folding up his shirt and accessories on the table. Once down to his
boxers, he casually took his foot off the boy and stepped over to his dresser,
casually digging around.
“H-hey, come on! Don’t dig through my stuff like that!!”
Rohan just wanted a shirt to wear. He found the other typical shirt the boy
wore with his school uniform, and threw the light purple top over himself. It
was a little big for him – his lithe figure being concealed through the
somewhat dangling fabric. It was weird how this could seem almost skin tight on
Josuke, yet so large on him.
Josuke seemed to like it, as he ran a thumb under his nose grinning. Rohan
scoffed and shook his head, casually peeking around the room. He hadn’t really
been told where the bathroom was and was making an effort to find it himself,
casually leaving the room. Josuke was squawking behind him, suddenly terrified
of the idea of his mom seeing the other dressed like that.
The bathroom fairly nice. Tomoko seemed to do well for them. This was
definitely his bathroom. There was fancy hair spray and gel everywhere. Rohan
just wanted to wash his face clean of makeup and do his ‘business’ before
leaving. It was at least time for him to collect himself, while being trapped
in this hell.
… Well, he could have escaped, maybe. If he had, it probably would have led to
more trouble than it’d be worth. Just like trying to argue with a Higashikata
always seemed to be.
Rohan eventually wandered back into the bed room, seeing how Josuke had
practically made a nest for them in his blankets. The elder stood there,
peering in silence as the boy putzed around his room, cleaning up whatever
garbage and laundry was left on the floor.
The clearing of someone’s throat nearly made Josuke hit the ceiling.
“H-holy shit Rohan... F-fucking don’t do that.”
“Could you really forget I was here so easily?” He stepped back into the room
and sighed. It smelt like him and… it was wonderful. The fact that even that
notion of ‘wonderful’ came to mind made him a little disgusted with himself.
“N-no! I just… I dunno. I wanted to clean this place up a little. I didn’t
expect Mom was gonna say you had to say, so I didn’t do anything special!”
“Mn, implying that the presence of The Great Kishibe Rohan wouldn’t call for
cleaning?”
Josuke just sighed angrily, shoulders slumped as he glared at the shorter man.
Casually he hopped into his bed, curling his fingers deviously at the other.
“Com’on, the sheets are all nice and warm now~~”
“Just what I wanted.” The sarcasm ran thick as honey as he slowly tried to
crawl over Josuke to take the corner. He felt oddly safe when he was near a
wall. It was completely stupid. If a situation came where he needed to protect
himself, it’d be the most illogical place… except…
Rohan huffed and leaned into Josuke, much to the other’s surprise. If he slept
by the wall, that meant Josuke was in between him and whatever fictional entity
he made up in some paranoia spell.
“Good night.”
It was the last thing he decided to say that night, bitterly enjoying the
closeness of their bodies, and how calming Josuke’s heartbeat was in his ear.
--
It was far into the night now. Rohan had felt himself waking for some unknown
reason – maybe anxiety?
No, it was something else. His body had been roused from its slumber by
wandering hands. The two of them were pressed taut to one another. Josuke’s
hands were kneading his ass. He made an attempt to gaze up at him but… maybe if
he pretended he was still asleep, it would stop.
Was it bad…? No… But he didn’t have the desire to really fight with him over
it. Rohan pressed his forehead gently into the nook of Josuke’s shoulder to
readjust his position in hopes of perhaps drifting back to sleep.
It was hard to keep himself from making a sound, nor flinching, but it took
every inch of him to fight off his desire to do so. Josuke’s touch was rougher
and sloppier than normal and he liked it. The way he was roughly spread and
rubbed was aro-
His body was betraying him. Rohan clenched his jaw in pure frustration at how
his body was reacting. He was starting to feel a stir in his stomach. That
dizziness of lust was reaching his tired mind and that was bringing him to the
breaking point of his will.
He was too tired to fight off Josuke, or his defensive thoughts.
Rohan’s hips delicately pressed tighter to Josuke’s, causing their bodies to
meld together so perfectly. The hands that had been groping him travelled up
and down his back, gently rubbing muscle as they went.
“You’re….awake right…?”
Finally. Josuke opened his mouth. The apprehension of the boy’s tone was
greatly obvious, something Rohan relished.
“It’s hard to stay asleep when a young pervert is groping my ass.”
“H-hey… Shut up. I couldn’t really help myself…!!”
“Oh really…?”
Josuke buried his face into Rohan’s hair, nuzzling it vigorously. The artist
grumbled over the contact, slowly snaking his arms around his lover’s middle.
“I just,,, I don’t know. I had a wet dream, and plus having you right in front
of me was just… too good to pass up I guess?’
“What type of person are you, sexually harassing someone in their sleep?”
“… Rohan, we’re dating, aren’t we? Don’t act like you haven’t done that to me
too!!”
The conversation was beginning to get heated, them angrily whispering into each
other’s face in the silence of the room. Their foreheads were pressed together
as they bickered, lips dangerously close to touching. With each word spoken,
their heads turned, preparing for what they were both thinking of.
“That isn’t an invitation for you to touch me.”
“Can you… make it one?”
“… Perhaps.”
Finally, their lips made contact. It was languid yet passionate, their
technique purely haphazard from the sleepiness holding onto the both of them.
Through their kissing and tongues flicking, their hips began to roll against
one another. The kiss began to be filled with soft sighs slipping from both of
them as they continued, hands roaming and bodies grinding.
It seemed like it was the stimulus they both needed, it alone sending them both
into full arousal. Rohan delicately reached in between them, rubbing Josuke’s
covered cock with gentle motions.
“This bed won’t break if we…”
“Oh shit! It’s way too loud for us to fuck here… u-uh…”
Josuke pulled away and rolled to his feet, glancing around wildly in the dark.
Rohan could get a better view of him now that the window was reflecting dull
light into the room. He was handsome as ever, even more so with how disheveled
up his hair was. He had to admit – he was fond of Josuke with his hair down.
The boy was making a nest on the carpet, taking pillows from places around his
room as well as extra blankets to make a surprisingly comfortable looking mass.
“Oh? So you’ve done it before…?”
“Rohan, shut the fuck up. I just know how fucking creaky and shitty my tiny bed
is, okay?” He was patting the giant fake cushion he made, tutting his tongue in
annoyance over Rohan’s typical shitty attitude.
“You gonna come over here, or not?”
Rohan eyed him before sighing and taking a single step. Josuke stayed on the
floor and casually took the other’s hand as he sat down in the cushions. He
rubbed the other’s thighs, looking into the shadows that he couldn’t make out
with a loving expression.
“Hey… Rohan? Thanks for… ya’ know, coming.” The softness of his tone made Rohan
scoff. He was getting laid back into the giant nest, Josuke leaning down onto
him to giant peck his lips.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. Mom really likes you. I’m… so happy.”
The overly sweet words were making him nauseous. Rohan laced an arm around
Josuke’s shoulder, pulling him in for another kiss.
“You can make it up to me. You know how much I hate things like this.”
--
He was good as ever. He could vouch for that any day, although he’d never
actually do so. Josuke left small red marks all the way down his chest, only
stopping to trail them up and down his thighs. It was just how he was before
he’d finally shimmy himself inside of the other. The boy was a huge sap that
liked to use soft touches and kisses to distract Rohan.
It certainly worked.
As Josuke had finally sheathed himself completely in the other, Rohan arched
back and was about to lose himself to a scream when a hand clamped tightly over
his mouth.
“Yo-!!! N-not in this house. M-mom might hear.”
He didn’t care. He’d get revenge for this later. Rohan slowly clenched a hand
to the other’s shoulder, his other hand latching at the forearm continuing the
cover over his mouth. He’d simply take it in more ways than one for now as his
body jolted with each thrust.
He could barely make out the boy’s face in the darkness but he knew exactly
what sickening gaze he was going to be wearing – that same lustful yet always
saturated to the brim with affection one. He wasn’t sure what Josuke was
looking at the whole time. Surely that disgustingly romantic and meaningful
gaze wasn’t directed towards him, right?
Rohan huffed and panted against the hand, finding himself oddly more aroused by
both the enhanced scent of the other’s skin, and the force being used. He made
an effort to roll his hips against the other, trying to hint wordlessly for him
to continue.
Eventually Josuke caught on, and hiked the other’s legs over his shoulders.
“Heh, better position, anyway.”
Rohan could only roll his eyes at the stupid comments.
It got better when he started. It was slow deep thrusts, Josuke taking the time
to fully enjoy the seemingly always tight warmth around him. He sighed in
bliss, keeping that slow and gentle pace going until Rohan started to kick his
legs in the air, trying to give another not so subtle hint.
Faster. Make it more interesting.
Josuke began to pick up momentum. It took Rohan a moment to become more attuned
to his senses. The only sounds in the room was soft pants and the gentle
slapping of thigh against thigh. It smelt like Josuke always did- sweet and
delicious, but due to fucking… a hint musk and sweat.
Taste? He took an obnoxiously wet stride with his tongue across Josuke’s palm,
making him shiver and shudder his pace, causing one of the best accidents
possible.
Rohan rolled his head back and hummed against the mute, grinding down to keep
hitting that golden bunch of nerves that always sent him to Heaven.
He panted heavily against Josuke’s hand, working against him to give them the
best combined sensations. Josuke seemed to love when he’d roll his hips into
the zenith of each thrust, meeting up in perfect unison. Josuke seemed to love
when Rohan would tug him down a little, and cling to his shoulders… and he
loved the most…
Rohan had managed to get the hand off his face. He swallowed had his moans,
waiting for the moment to lock his lips against the other pair to release them.
That was the catalyst that began to push his younger lover over the head; each
thrust becoming more sporadic and clumsy as their tongues danced together.
Rohan gave him a rough nip, causing Josuke to sputter and hit right into that
amazing spot again. The artist found himself suddenly clenching his teeth
against the other’s lips, him getting smothered in licks and kisses as each
thrust became more and more erratic and aggressive.
This constant barrage of pleasure was pushing him over the head, his stomach
feeling heavy with the ominous foreshadowing of his orgasm. Rohan felt it
coming like a tidal wave and opened screamed the other’s name in passion,
bucking his hips over and over. That and the combination of Josuke jerking him
of frantically sent him right over the edge, wetting both their lower stomachs
with pearly spurts. His orgasm was being ridden out by Josuke following behind
him for just another minute or so, pounding him and milking him dry until he
came as well.
Rohan was kicking himself for not remind Josuke to use god damn condoms. Now he
had to deal with this horrible disaster. Josuke hummed and winked, laying
casually on top of Rohan. He wouldn’t take another second of it, pushing him
right off and searched around blindly for the light.
Once found, he flicked it on, blinded both of them for moments as he glanced
around for a box of tissues. Of course he had some. It was Josuke.
He might have given the boy some views he didn’t want to, assuming from the
wolfish whistle in response. It was awful. He felt… leakage, it beginning to
seep out. No way in hell. The tissues were a godsend as he cleaned himself off,
ripped the blanket and comforter off the bed and dropped himself on top of
Josuke.
“You’re welcome.”
“… Welcome for what??”
“You’re welcome for me wasting my precious time to meet your mother.”
Josuke cooed and kissed at the other again, getting displeased grunts in
response.
They both decided sleeping on that mound of pillows and blankets would be
better for them in the long run, being able to sleep comfortably together.
--
Josuke cried for twenty minutes straight with incoherent screaming after Tomoko
said she expected him to be a top just like his father. She had heard most of
it.
Rohan vowed never to return to the Higashikata household.
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***** Shower Sex *****
Chapter Summary
     Swiggity Swootie Rohan's coming for that booty
     rohan wants the cummies and josuke's covered in mud wtf
Chapter Notes
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“Why… are you covered in mud?” Rohan had his arms crossed as he stood at his
front door, faced with a completely dripping and clearly upset boy. Josuke was
trying to fix his pompadour even through it was damp and soggy, basically
draped over his face at this point.
“I got thrown into that gross swamp outside of town by some douche and his
stand.”
“And you expect me to let you walk in like this?”
“…Maybe?”
Rohan shut the door on the boy.
He walked into his house, searching for something he only used when using oil
paints. He could hear Josuke whining and hitting his door, begging for him to
let him in. If he didn’t hurry, he feared Josuke would break his god damn door
down again.
Eventually Rohan found what he wanted – the Rubber gloves.
He opened the door once more, seeing Josuke and his stand, the pink being
drawing back it’s fist. Josuke giggled and glanced away, coughing over the
scene of potential door punching Rohan had witnessed. Just like he expected.
The boy was still a fucking animal.
Rohan took the boy by the shirt while wearing the rubber gloves, dragging him
to the back of the house.
It was a plain and small backyard, typical of the of Morioh’s residents. Unlike
everyone else, his was barren without a garden to be seen. The only thing he
had there was big trees and a couple bushes. Rohan put him in place in the
center of the barren backyard, leaving him glancing around in confusion.
Josuke snapped to attention the moment the ice cold water was hitting him.
“kUAHHHAHH, WHY ROHAN??”
“You’re not stepping into my house covered in mud.”
He was trying to block the freezing spray with Crazy Diamond, but Rohan changed
the setting on the hose’s spray, making it a cone to completely shower the
other.
“COULDN’T YOU DO THIS IN A NICER WAY, uGH, IT’S SO COLD.”
Rohan made a purposeful effort to spray down that horrendous pompadour. Washing
him down was a good excuse to make him look his best.
Once fully soaked and miserable, Rohan once again yanked Josuke behind him.
This time Josuke wouldn’t take his dickheadedness lightly.
Josuke grabbed Rohan and slammed him into the mud, leaping on top of him to rub
mud into his hair and clothes. That look of horror as the artist screamed and
clawed at Josuke was hilarious. The two rolled around in the muddy grass for a
wihle, mostly for Rohan to try to beat the shit out of Josuke for doing
something like that to him.
At least he got to spray down Rohan after that.
As time went on in their relationship, he was surprised with how much Rohan had
begun to tolerate shit like that. If he did that in the first couple weeks of
their relationship, Rohan would have written him the longest command and sent
him to space or to never talk to him again. Instead? Rohan gave him a bloody
nose. That was pretty fair in hindsight.
Crazy how he was a Juniour in high school now- two years deep into a
relationship with a famous mangaka. It was a long and painful road, as well as
one Josuke never expected would happen. His original plan of forcing at least a
tolerance between them was a struggle… realizing he actually liked Rohan was
the next and trying to express it without seeming like some weirdo was the
hardest part.
How the fuck did they actually end up dating?
Rohan was so angry at him right now, he could tell. He felt like the hard
punches and the couple of firm slaps to his arms and sides were proper
punishment for him ruining such expensive clothes.
“You’re not stepping into my house wet, either.”
“Christ, first no mud, now no water?”
“You’re lucky I brought towels outside.”
“Okay b-“
“Strip.”
“WHAT?”
“Strip. Right here. You take your clothes off and put the towel on.”
O-oh. Yeah. He could do that. For some reason whenever Rohan said stuff like
that, his mind drifted to some weird kink scenario that he didn’t want to admit
he ever considered. Josuke could definitely change here. A big fence, no
neighbors in close proximity. No wonder he got the house. It was perfect for a
person  with such a shit personality.
Josuke made a show of taking everything off, only eliciting eye rolls from the
artist. For some reason he was kind of hoping Rohan would get all turned on and
hot and bothered but oh yeah – it’s Rohan. At some point, he caught Rohan’s
gaze blatantly traveling down his bare stomach as he fussed with kicking off
his fancy shoes.
“Hah, likin’ what you see~?”
“It’s alright.”
Of all the fucking nerve! Everyone told him he had gotten more attractive with
age. He gained a couple centimeters. His features grew more defined. HE
ACTUALLY GOT RAD ABS WITHOUT TRYING! This Joestar bloodline was fucking
kickass. He was hot. He knew he was hot.
If only Rohan could admit it for once in his life.
“Yeah, if it’s just ‘alright’, how come you draw it so much?”
“My relationship with you provides me excellent opportunities to perform figure
studies.”
Trying to argue with Rohan while getting naked was a little harder than Josuke
wanted to admit. He finally peeled all the wet clothing off, snagging the towel
Rohan had been holding in front of him. Just to make sure, he kept it loose
around his hips. Not sure why, but Josuke felt like trying to get lucky today.
There was just something in the air that told him it’d be a good day to fuck.
He’d been once again so caught up in his thoughts, he’d been staring dead at
Rohan’s chest while he stripped down himself, going to his boxers rather than
the full package.
“I should make you pay for this. You’re always fucking things up.”
“If I fuck up so much, how come you keep me around??”
Rohan had him by the front of the towel, dragging him into the house. Josuke
was squawking and trying to keep the towel on, afraid of whatever things Rohan
might be planning.
“In this case, I figured dealing with you would be easier than ignoring you.
You seem to have a streak for trespassing.”
That… was true. If Rohan didn’t open the door at times, He’d just bust in and
find him. Rohan didn’t like that. Not at all. Though, that didn’t really answer
the question he asked but, he’d let it slide for now.
Rohan had dragged him into that nice bathroom of his, the tile and marble
shining beautifully in the glow of the bright sun casting from the window. It
was always an incredibly beautiful place, each room more elegant than the next.
“Start the shower. Get comfortable. I’m going to grab some clothes you’ve left
and join you.”
There was something wrong. Rohan would NEVER say stuff like that. Ever. Rohan
was so cold and hard to manage and just mean spirited. Where did this fucking
shower together shit come from?
“O… kay…. Sure.”
“What, is the notion bad?”
“No, no! Just… weird for you to say that. Are you gonna drown me or something?”
“I’d pick the bath tub if I was going to do that.”
Like that, Rohan turned on his heels and left.
Josuke felt uncomfortable and a little scared as he got prepared to enjoy
himself a little.
-------
Rohan wasn’t sure what he was planning himself. Something inside of him cried
for affection and yet again, something he could blame Josuke for. The boy made
him desire that raw contact and it really was all his fault for it. He was fine
until that damn boy and his pompadour intruded on his life style. Now he had to
live with it- live with the constant urges for touches and a certain someone’s
presence.
The sound of the water spraying and the heat around the room was so nice. Maybe
Rohan needed to relax more. It was a notion he considered. He managed to get 10
months ahead. Maybe a little break would be appropriate. Josuke had been
squawking for him the whole time, hair completely down thanks to the water.
Rohan’s favorite look – delivered by the perfect excuse. Seeing Josuke like
that was an incredible sight, especially as he got older. As his features
developed, he himself was seeming to be more and more craved by an expert
artist – with the perfect body and face. Somewhere in the back of Rohan’s mind
and considered trying to sculpt at some point because of this but…
He brought towels and his favorite bathrobe in. If he was going to take a
shower, it’d be just the same, just with an addition of a fool.
The one thing he really loved now – the pure glass shower. The stone tiles were
a nice touch, hinting at the elegance yet subtly of his tastes. Two sides of
steamed glass, barely making out a tanned figure within it was far too blurred
to make out.
A pity.
Regardless, he had to join the other.
He opened the glass pane and as always, seemed to scare Josuke out of his skin.
“JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU LIKE MAKE SOUND ONCE IN A WHILE?”
“Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to make a scene whenever I enter a
room.”
He stepped into the shower, truly feeling the delicious humidity once in the
small enclosure. Josuke seemed so shy now, which he found personally odd. The
two had done so many things, why would something like this make him look
uncomfortable?
Rohan stepped forward, lazily pressing a hand to the other’s chest as he backed
him away and turned to get the full force of the spray against his skin. It was
Heaven. A Josuke included Heaven. The water ran down his form perfectly – being
none too hot nor cold. It was the absolute best temperate to stand in and
enjoy. In fact, he had almost forgotten all about Josuke’s presence altogether.
Sometimes they could work their bodies together without even needing to say a
word. Josuke’s hand glided around Rohan’s middle as he pulled him close, chin
resting on his shoulder as he took in the sensation of water hitting him as
well. It took time and patience, but Rohan could do it without feeling disgust
now. He tilted his head, delicately leaning back into Josuke. He could maybe
enjoy the best of two worlds – as long as one of them kept their mouth shut and
didn’t spew pointless garbage.
A wordless romance was sometimes nice, especially for the bickering pair.
Sitting in the silence aside from the flowing water was something far too
pleasant to really ignore. The physical contact was a treat too.
Josuke started to kiss his neck. Without a thought of hesitation, Rohan’s
fingertips flowed up and down Josuke’s forearms, showing minute appreciation
for each touch delivered. His lips traveled to the crook of the artist’s neck,
marking him with tender pecks. Each movement was steady and calculative,
bringing an obvious point to Rohan’s mind. They were both naked, had a very
physical relationship, and both had confirmed to one other that they found each
other attractive.
Josuke’s cock was starting to poke him in the back as his lips wandering the
path skin of his elder’s neck. Rohan sneered at the thought of how easy it was
to turn the boy on, and began to roll his hips backwards. Each slight
adjustment seemed to make Josuke hitch his breath and latch his teeth to his
skin.
“R-rohan… h-hey…” Josuke was hissing against him, arms seeming to clench
tightly at his midsection. “C-com’on… I… just wanted to kiss… I think…”
“Oh? Does the idea of intercourse with the Great Kishibe Rohan in such a
setting seem appalling?” Josuke groaned in frustration while the other casually
swiveled his hips, grinding the rising cock harder into his ass. The younger’s
hands twitched once or twice before coming to live, moving from Rohan’s stomach
to his hips.
“I just… I dunno. I didn’t expect you’d come onto me so easily?”
Josuke mouthed ‘oh shit’ as he was met with a formidable gaze. Rohan always
looked good no matter what, but there was something about a soaked naked Rohan
that just made it hard not to touch. His body was beautiful, lithe and slender
with pale skin to irresistible not to bruise.
Rohan had turned in his glare, staring Josuke down pointedly with hands pressed
to his chest. The younger began to question if it was a good idea to keep his
hands in place, but the elder knew it was a perfect time to harass and tease
the boy for his minor faux pas.
“So you don’t like it when I make your life easy…?” Rohan’s voice dropped into
a husky tone, practically dripping with lust as his hands slid up and down,
casually massaging from his chest and back to his shoulders. The gaze he gave
was doing its job – Josuke looked nervous and incredibly turned on. The
erection poking him in the stomach certainly confirmed it as well.
“Stop asking me weird stuff. I’m just used to you always being a dick about
this type of thing.”
Rohan shoved him hard against the cool tiled wall, making the younger screak
and bounce forward slightly, until he noticed what was going on in front of
him.
The artist had dropped to his knees and licked his lips. Almost immediately
there was mouth to cock contact, Rohan swirling his tongue around Josuke’s tip.
The raven haired boy was at a loss, mouth agape. They’d gone from 0 to 100
really fast.
Rohan enjoyed the whole experience – from managing his oral fixation to the
heat of the water against both of their skin. He kept eye contact with the boy,
beginning to sink more of the length into his mouth. Each gasp and keen made
him hum deep in the back of his throat, giving him thorough satisfaction.
“H-hah… Rohan… y-you… You’re kinda forward today….” To keep himself from
moaning, Josuke was only whispering. Rohan relished the taste and sensation as
he used his thumbs to rub circles on the skin of those beautiful tan hips. Even
better, Josuke’s hands found their way ontop Rohan’s head, casually clenching
the damp aquamarine locks.
The spray of water hid little of the wet and slick sounds his mouth made, but
he cared little. Seeing how this idiot high schooler became putty in his hands
over it was so much better than he expected.
Rohan began to bob his head, pressing his hands into Josuke’s hips with more
meaning now. He was never sure of the abilities of his gag reflex and hoped not
to find out in a situation like this. Even with his hands locked in place,
Josuke still was able to get some motion, giving shallow thrusts as Rohan
bobbed his mouth.
“R-rohan, s-stop… You’re… going too fast…!!”
He wasn’t letting up. He only bobbed his head faster. Rohan hummed in delight
over how good he must be with his mout-
Crazy Diamond stopped him, casually holding his head between his hands. That
wasn’t something he had in mind. Josuke gave him a half-assed apology as he
began to thrust into his mouth, causing Rohan to tear up from the sensation of
gagging. He absolutely refused to let it happen and knelt there, being used in
such a way to the other’s discretion. Rohan rolled his tongue on the underside
of his cock whenever given the chance, using it as the perfect opportunity to
make him cum faster. Josuke continued to absolutely pound his mouth, making
Rohan sputter helplessly. All he could do was clench at the other’s hips for
dear life, feeling how they rocked back and forth into him.
It was hard, rough and incredibly quick. His jaw was aching and his eyes stun
with tears pooling and occasionally dripping down his cheeks, only to be lost
in the flow of the shower.
“N-ngh. F-fuck… I…. ughhh, Rohan…~”
It was over before Rohan could even do anything else.
Hot. Hot and bitter. Delicious too. He’d never admit it, but Rohan had grown
fond to the taste. It was unique to anything else in the world and he… almost
craved it.
He swallowed every drop.
Josuke looked disgusted at the gesture, shaking his head before slowly sinking
down the wall, sighing in absolute bliss.
“That good?”
“Y-yeah… Like… What the fuck Rohan? Was that really necessary?”
“No, but I had fun.”
That sentence alone made Josuke beam, being shocked by the small smile dancing
across the artist’s lips. Holy shit. He’d gotten a blowjob without asking and
Rohan smiled at him.
Josuke was on cloud nine, even more so as Rohan offered to wash his hair. He
sat on the tiles while humming to himself, practicing dozing off to the
sensation of Rohan’s fingers rubbing against his scalp as he scrubbed.
“Hey, you didn’t answer me before.”
“Hm?”
“If I fuck up so much, why do you keep me around?”
Rohan stopped towering over Josuke, letting the water was the soap and bubbles
out of his hair. The silence was tense as Rohan came to Josuke’s front,
casually sitting in his lap and throwing an arm around his shoulder.
“You’re good with your hips.”
“Rohan, come on.”
“Your cum is delicious.”
“Ew, Rohan what the fuck no, tell me the truth.”
Trying to be sexy didn’t seem to get him out of this conversation. Josuke was
staring at him so expectantly and Rohan knew it. He damn well knew it. If he
didn’t answer him, He’d harass him until he did. It always happened.
Rohan’s free hand clenched the bridge of his nose as he turned away slightly.
He growled at his thoughts, churning the correct phrasing.
“I keep you around… because… you tolerate me.”
“Uwah?”
Rohan locked his hands on Josuke’s shoulders now, boring holes into him with
his glare.
“I know I’m an asshole. I’m fine with that. People aren’t worthy of my time,
and I always find it wasted on people. You… waste my time, but in a good way.”
Josuke seemed to gleam at that, much to Rohan’s displeasure. The boy pulled him
in suddenly, giving him a tender kiss. The artist sat there, flabbergasted and
confused, practically staring right through him.
“That’s fine, then. I love you too.”
“I DIDN’T SAY THAT.”
“Nah, its Rohan speak. I can translate Rohan speak. Can we get out of here now?
I think I’m starting to get all pruney.”
Rohan hated this boy with all of his heart, but he just couldn’t stay away from
him.
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***** Morning Lazy Sex *****
Chapter Summary
     JOSUKE SLEEPS LIKE A FUCKING LOG
Chapter Notes
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It was an early summer morning in June, just barely on the cusp of leading to
hotter and hotter days. Rohan hated it so much. Everything was constantly warm,
leaving him either sweating or sunburnt.
Josuke forced him to spend time with him and the other’s more and more and it
sucked so much life out of him. His life was starting to revolve around Josuke
and in a way he hated it. Slowly but surely, he got behind in his chapters and
the word of him in a relationship with another man had gotten out. Instead of
ruining his image, sales of his manga had skyrocketed, as well as the loads of
letters and gifts he received.
These were some of the first thoughts that came to a groggy Rohan as he woke
up. He laid in bed for a moment, burying his face back into his pillows again.
The second thought he had from his work and how tired he was…
Was Josuke.
This time, Josuke stayed over. They had sex the night before. Rohan was stiff
and sore and would get revenge for it… later.
He rolled over and was face to face with the bane of his existence, sleeping
peacefully beside him. A weird pang hit Rohan hard in the chest, but he
couldn’t put his tongue on it. It was an odd feeling, like what he felt for
work he was incredible proud of.
Rohan squinted slightly and rubbed his eyes in hopes to adjust to the light.
His mind was still too cloudy with sleep to really care about what the word
was, but found himself drifting towards the other. There were moments in their
relationship were he felt he could let his guard down. Sometimes Rohan felt
like it was safe to snuggle into him or kiss him without cruel comments. He
found one of those times.
With a delicateness in fear of waking the tall high schooler up, his arm
delicately fell around his middle, as his face pressed into the sleeping boy’s
collarbone.
He smelt really good. He tasted good. He hated how genuinely perfect Josuke
was.
Rohan had begun to drift back to sleep from the warm contact between them, only
to purr softly when he made a realization in regards to Josuke’s status. The
younger had delicately ran his hands to his ass, lazily kneading and squeezing.
“Good morning.”
“…g’… morning.”
Sleepiness ran thick in Josuke’s throat, his tone incredible hoarse and dead.
His face pressed into Rohan’s hair as he continued, casually running his hands
up and down the other’s back. Rohan snorted at how insatiable he was and
pressed softly into him, haphazardly grinding their hips together.
“ ‘wanna do it….” It was hilarious how not there Josuke sounded as he kissed
the top of Rohan’s head. The artist keened, sliding his hands down the other’s
chest with a quirked brow.
“Are you awake enough for that?”
It took a couple seconds for him to get a response.
“….yeh.”
Rohan caught himself laughing softly as he rolled Josuke over and sat on top of
him. The poor boy was squinting and looking up at him through a curtain of
wrecked hair, all of it curving over his face. The elder of the two began to
brush some of the disheveled locks away, leaning down to kiss him gently. He
got little response, Josuke practically kissing at the air by the time he
pulled back.
He didn’t want to work too hard at this. He was still tired but the idea of
doing it was pleasant in his mind. Josuke felt around blindly, Crazy Diamond
appearing to dig through the sea of clothes on the floor, eventually finding
the desired bottle underneath his jacket. The stand rose up to hand it to
Rohan, seeming just as out of it as his user.
There he was again, laughing. He would have thought Josuke was a morning
person, but only when school was involved. If he didn’t have to get out of bed,
it would seem he wouldn’t for as long as possible.
Each movement of Rohan’s hips caught Josuke into a spell of soft sighs and
pants, even though he practically looked like he was falling asleep again.
Without any hint of relenting, Rohan coated his fingers liberally in the
lubricant and went to work.
Still fairly loose, as vile it was to think. It was easy for him to stretch
himself, gently scissoring his index and middle finger inside of him. His body
crumpled against Josuke, lips leaving soft kissing up and down his collar bone.
“Don’t fall asleep while I’m doing this, Jojo.”
“N….gh. ‘Kay…..”
The boy yawned heavily, hands find their way to Rohan’s sides, rubbing
comforting circles into his skin. The artist simply shook his head, huffing in
both pleasure and admiration for the boy’s current attitude.
He felt good when the third finger slipped in. This was probably the easiest
time he had yet. Thank God Josuke was barely conscious, or he’d probably notice
this. In the back of his mind he cursed the fact that he was so ready to engulf
the other, especially so early in the morning. Rohan could rationalize it for
his Love Heart Saga collection – a one shot collection of elicit mangas written
under a new style and penname.
Waiting was killing him. Rohan delicately curled his fingers around the other’s
shaft, angling him against his pucker. He eyed Josuke, waiting for any reaction
but was greeted with a single eye opening and a weak grin. The desire grew and
Rohan indulged it.
He kissed the half conscious boy underneath him and slowly began to sink down
on his cock.
Rohan’s jaw clenched tight like a vice, him refusing to submit to the sounds
bubbling up in his throat. He’d finally bottomed out, his ass delicately
pressed to Josuke’s hips. He glared to him, seeing Josuke lightly panting and
tilted is head back into the pillows with a blaze of color to his cheeks.
“Waking up finally?” Despite his better judgment, Rohan swiveled his hips in
Josuke’s lap, churning his cock deep within him. He made himself heave a hard
gasp and made Josuke’s eyes shut tight.
“F-fuck fuck fuck…. Y-yeah. I’m… a-awake now.” The tone still held the rough
gurgle of sleepiness, but at least he was talking now. His hands slowly rolled
up Rohan’s stomach – one rubbing the center of his chest while the other glided
back down to begin to tease his eager prick.
“I’m glad. I was afraid I was about to fuck a zombie.”
It was probably time to actually move. Rohan began with a slow pace, delicately
bouncing himself on and off the other’s cock and long strokes. Josuke was
absolutely not as awake as he stated, his hand slipping off Rohan’s cock almost
every time he moved. It was cute to say the least.
He leaned down slowly to lick his lips. If he wasn’t the one doing all the
work, he would have loved to draw Josuke’s expression. The boy had the haze of
sleep over his face but had finally opened his eyes to gaze at the sight of the
artist towering over him. That gaze – the amazing gaze. Sleepiness held it
dearly but the more adoration and lust that shined in them was so painfully
apparent that it made Rohan shudder.
It was odd, really. Josuke didn’t have to say those vile three words and he
knew that the boy felt them.
Rohan kept his pace going, it beginning to pick up as he felt himself enjoying
it more and more. The bed creaking made his stomach roll and he loved it. He’d
still be mad at himself later for giving into such primal desires but at the
moment he was too focused on enjoying himself.
“E-even barely conscious, and you want your cock buried in me. What a vile
little boy.” The artist slowly leaned down to kiss and nip at the boy’s neck,
trying to leave hicks that his school blazer couldn’t hide. Josuke writhed
underneath with each nip and suck, hands finally locking to his hips to start
rocking into him.
Finally, Josuke was helping. It felt so much better that way – Rohan dropping
down onto him, while being met in the middle by Josuke’s hips.
“Y-yeah and… You’re the type of the creep that’ll… fu-fuck a barely conscious
kid….” The snarl and spite in Josuke’s tone made Rohan shiver as did him
beginning to slam Rohan down on top of him.
There was a moment of Rohan absolutely reveling in before, before getting
flipped from his position ontop and deep into the pillows and sheets. Josuke
towered over him while throwing his legs around his hips and took control,
plowing deep into him with a new position.
The change was incredible to say the least. Not being in control and the new
found deepness made Rohan bite his knuckles and try to look away, only to be
drowned in a dominating kiss. Their tongues danced haphazardly along one
another as Josuke kept that brutal pace, drilling down into him with more and
more determination.
“F-fuck.. Y-you…. J-josuke…!!” His voice sounded so foreign in his ear, sharp
and high as he began to drift farther and farther into ecstacy.
“You’re… such a bitch Rohan.” While he wanted to sling a hand across Josuke’s
face, the addition of a hand on his needy cock, pumping him while he was being
so brutally fucked was too good. Rohan’s hands found way into the sheets,
clenching them for dear life.
It was so close. He was so close. He was going to cum any minute now. The heat
in his gut felt all too good and Rohan caved. He lurched forward and dragged
Josuke on top of him, locking his arms around his shoulders as he arched and
screamed his name. The high school panted and locked up as the other came
against both of them, hissing at the clenching and heat around him. Josuke
flicked his hips a couple times as Rohan rode out his orgasm and went back to
the rough pace. He didn’t last much longer, body taut and clinging to Rohan as
he came hard into him.
The pair laid like that for a while, Josuke going limp against his form as he
slowly pulled his hips away. Rohan’s lips left chaste kisses against the angry
red marks he left on Josuke’s neck, him slowly nuzzling into him
subconsciously.
“Josuke.”
“…”
“Josuke.”
“…”
That mother fucker. Rohan gave his back a hard slap, jolting the other awake
again. Josuke snapped right up, towering over the other and looking around in
confusion.
“Don’t fall asleep on me!”
“I wasn’t! I was resting my eyes!”
“You passed out!”
Rohan swatted at his bare thigh, making Josuke screech and roll back to his
original position before all of this started, slowly taking the sheets with
him. Rohan sat up and glared at him arms crossing. He then remembered.
Oh no.
He stained the sheets from the leakage and hissed angrily at Josuke for it. He
got out of bed and half limped into the bathroom, shouting all sorts of
profanities as the boy laughed hysterically at him for it.
This was a typical way to start the morning, asides from this time where Rohan
was sure he’d be walking with a limp for the next week.
 
 
 
 
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