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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/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Male_Lactation, Breastfeeding, Groping
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-03 Words: 1333
****** Don't Make a Mess ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Jotaro is somehow able to produce milk in his chest. Josuke enjoys
     drinking it.
Notes
     This is a commission fic for Van!! Thank you so much, again!! ♡
See the end of the work for more notes
The upbeat_melody of the video game Josuke currently plays on the Nintendo 64
fills the living room as he guides a bear and his sarcastic bird companion
within the world he's currently progressing through. Sitting cross-legged on
the floor, Josuke is absolutely glued to the TV screen. Meanwhile, Jotaro is
perched on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, with a book in his hand.
He has an arm resting across the back of the couch, signifying his state of
relaxation. The music and sound effects playing from Josuke's game could have
been a distraction from his reading, but he finds himself enjoying it.
They remain like that, in silence, for another twenty minutes. Jotaro reads a
couple more chapters of his book, his intense gaze occasionally glancing up
towards the TV screen to watch Josuke traverse through the tasks in the game.
Eventually though, Josuke stretches with a groan and saves his progress in the
game before leaning over to switch off the game console. Setting his controller
down, he slaps his hands down on his thighs, pauses, and then turns to face
Jotaro.
Jotaro keeps his eyes trained down on the pages of the book, well aware of the
teenager's staring. Josuke opens his mouth to say something, but upon glancing
down towards Jotaro's chest, his words catch in his throat. Blinking, he stares
with bafflement. And then he swallows hard, before speaking to Jotaro, breaking
the streak of silence, “Jotaro-san, your... your shirt.”
Flicking his stare up to Josuke, Jotaro cocks a thick brow, and then glances
down towards himself. In two rather expansive circles, the pink fabric of his
sweater is darkened around his nipples—as if with a liquid. Jotaro sighs. He
hadn't even noticed until Josuke pointed it out.
“Good grief,” he mutters, dog-earing his page before snapping his book shut. He
moves to stand with intention to take care of it, but then Josuke shoots a hand
out with an insistent protest of, “Wait!”
Jotaro pauses, eying him past the bill of his hat. Josuke huffs and gets up
onto his feet to hurry over to the couch. He flops down beside him and looks at
him with wide, delighted sapphire and amethyst eyes.
“Let me do it again! I'll be better about it this time, I promise! I won't get
any on you or nothin'.”
Josuke juts his bottom lip out at Jotaro and searches in his stern green eyes.
Jotaro continues to silently eye him, until Josuke blurts out, “It'll be easier
than gettin' up and dealing with it yourself, right? Please, Jotaro-san!”
That's when he comes to realize he sounds like a whiny brat begging, so instead
he shuts his mouth, blushing. He looks at the other man with incredible hope in
his blue and violet eyes. Jotaro reaches up to pull down on the bill of his
white hat, exhaling with exasperation. Josuke watches him with an expression
that bore the epitome of pleading. Eventually, Jotaro drops his hand from his
hat and glances at the teenager from the corners of his eyes.
“Fine.”
Beaming brightly, Josuke nods happily, his multicolored eyes searching in
Jotaro's. Jotaro takes off his hat, sets it on the armrest, and then draws his
loose, pink sweater off himself entirely. Josuke eats up the sight of his
hairy, muscular chest and abs like eye candy, as well as the glistening wetness
around his nipples. Then Jotaro clears his throat, drawing Josuke's stare up to
his eyes. He cocks a brow at Josuke. Josuke blushes and scoots closer.
Without hesitation, he leans in and closes his plump lips around one of his
nipples. His nose presses into his warm, tan skin and dark chest hair. He
closes his eyes and begins to suck tightly, his cheeks hollowing. A forceful
jet of milk shoots into his mouth, rapidly filling it. Jotaro lets out a breath
and hesitatingly rests one arm around Josuke's waist. Josuke hums lowly with
pleasure as he shifts closer, his hand sliding up over Jotaro's abs, feeling
him up and the soft belly hair that brushes across his palm.
Unlike last time, Josuke is careful to keep his lips secured tightly around his
nipple to prevent spilling milk all over him and his pants—a previous mistake.
Once again, he makes a soft noise of delight as he continued firmly sucking the
sweet milk into his mouth. Once he has a mouthful, he swallows it down and
keeps going, nursing at it with such an eager force that has Jotaro panting and
grunting quietly in his throat.
Feeling adventurous, Josuke brings his free hand up to grope at Jotaro's chest,
squeezing firmly before he begins to thumb at his currently unoccupied nipple.
Jotaro slowly slides his broad hand up and down over Josuke's curvy side as the
boy continued forcefully sucking.
“Slow down, Josuke,” Jotaro says roughly, “You're making me sore.”
After swallowing down the warm milk in his mouth, Josuke pulls back to look at
him sheepishly, saying softly, “Sorry.”
Jotaro nods, a gesture for him to continue. Josuke happily obliges and leans
back in to latch onto his chest again. With his eyes closed, long eyelashes
resting prettily against his cheeks, he began nursing with hard sucks.
Although, the continuous spurt of milk lessens to just a few droplets sooner
than he anticipated. Josuke scoots closer to Jotaro, leaning in over his lap to
gain a sufficient reach. Jotaro watches through lidded eyes as Josuke's plump
lips wrap around his nipple that currently swelled with a drop of milk.
Another pleased hum came from Josuke as he began to suck again, a strong jet of
milk immediately shooting into his mouth. Jotaro, glancing down towards
Josuke's groin, could tell he is extremely hard. He boldly brings his hand down
to begin groping at his stiff cock through the layers of his school slacks and
underwear. Josuke's sucking hitches and he nearly jerks back, but prevents
himself from doing so to avoid spilling any milk.
He moans, his rough sucking becoming weaker. Jotaro's firm fingers squeeze at
his shaft, and then his wide palm rubs slowly up and down over the outline of
his erection. Josuke spreads his thighs apart eagerly, humming lowly in his
throat, pleased. Jotaro watches Josuke's face—which is flushed entirely, brow
furrowed—as the boy went back to nursing, repeatedly drawing out thick spurts
of milk.
Josuke secretly takes his time to enjoy the sweet, warm milk in his mouth by
rolling it around with his tongue, before swallowing it down to continue.
Sadly, it requires only a few more hard sucks until a single droplet remained.
After swallowing down the excess, Josuke reluctantly pulls back to look up at
Jotaro with dilated, lustful eyes.
“Josuke,” Jotaro says in a deep rumble, with a heated gaze, “Lay back and I'll
take care of you.”
“Wh-what? Really?” Josuke sputters, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Jotaro nods,
and then gestures to the other end of the couch with a tilt of his head.
Eagerly, Josuke scrambles to lay across it, propped back on his elbows. Then
Jotaro scoots closer, and reaches out to begin unbuckling his belt and undoing
his school slacks. Josuke watches with his bottom lip caught between his teeth,
his chest heaving with his excited panting.
Reaching his broad hand in past the open waistband, Jotaro slowly strokes at
his cock through his underwear while staring straight into his eyes. Josuke
shudders and melts into the couch, mouth falling open.
Jotaro progresses to the point of tugging his pants down and hooking his briefs
under his balls. He begins to pump his flushed erection with a tight grasp of
his broad hand, his intense sea green eyes searching Josuke's twisted face.
Just as he leans in to lick at the underside of the pink head, the noisy
jingling of keys can be heard, soon followed by the front door being flung open
and Tomoko calling Josuke's name.
End Notes
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