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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:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Hospital_Sex, Sensory_Deprivation, Senses, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      jotaro_lOSING_COMPOSURE, bottom_jotaro
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-27 Words: 2680
****** Hypersensitivity ******
by LoverlyMadhatter
Summary
     Kakyoin has been in the hospital after their fight with N'Doul for a
     little while, and has noticed something interesting about his senses.
     With the temporary loss of his sight, his other senses have gone into
     overdrive, and he can taste, feel, hear, and smell things he hasn't
     been able to before.
     Jotaro pays him a visit and wants to test out this hypersensitivity.
Notes
     For one of my darling best friends, Kali, who inspired this work with
     THIS work of art. (Warning: Pic is very NSFW!)
     <3
     NOTE: UGH i can't find the pic i've gone through like the whole blog
     and i can't fucking find it i'll edit it so it has it later just know
     the pic is fucking great ok orz
                It took Kakyoin a day or so to actually notice that anything
was different.  He had woken up from surgery to blackness; he could feel the
heat of the sun on his skin but couldn’t see it.  Calmly working through his
memories, all he could fish out was that N’Doul had slashed his eyes and he had
passed out; by the cotton wrap around his eyes, he assumed he was in a hospital
and he was now healing.  Luckily, he wasn’t blind, as far as he could tell he
could still see black and vague shadows, but he still was at a loss without his
sight.  Until he noticed everything else.
                The first time they brought him food, he pushed the nurse away
and gasped.  It was relatively bland hospital food, he knew, but something
about his taste was different.  He could pick out every single nuanced flavor
in the dish – every spice, every texture – rolling across his tongue, picking
each one out before he swallowed.  And he realized that he could hear
conversations from all the way down the hall, and feel every adjustment in the
air currents when someone entered his room or even passed by it.  It was still
difficult without his sight, but everything else had become so much more…
interesting.
                This is how he knows it’s Jotaro who walks in the door about
midway through the week.  He can hear the light clinking of the chain on his
jacket, and the swooshof the jacket itself, but the footsteps are already
familiar, and now he’s just hyper aware of them.  He smells like tobacco, like
he just finished smoking a cigarette.  Kakyoin smiles and turns his head toward
the door.
                “Jotaro,” he greets with a joyful lilt.  Jotaro grunts and
stutters in his steps before he pulls up and sits down in a nearby chair.
                “So it’s true then,” Jotaro grunts, and Kakyoin can hear him
cross his legs.
                “Hm?”
                “Your other senses have become much better.”  Kakyoin shrugs
and reaches out for his hand.  He tries to hold back his gasp, block the
tightening of his chest when their fingers slide together, every rough callous
mapped out beneath Kakyoin’s skin.
                “Not better, just hyper aware,” he explains, looking in what he
is sure is the right direction.  “But, honestly, I could tell it was you no
matter what; this just makes it easier.”  He says the last part with a little
smirk, knowing that Jotaro is blushing but unable to see it.  His hand tenses
up in Kakyoin’s and he pulls it away, pulling something off of the table and
setting it into the redhead’s lap.
                “Cherries,” Kakyoin sighs as he lightly traces his fingers over
their smooth surfaces.  He pops one into his mouth, letting a shiver roll
through his spine as he tastes the full brunt of their sweet flavor.  They’re
tart, and Kakyoin screws his face up a little bit, but Jotaro doesn’t notice
and brings a napkin up for Kakyoin to spit the pit in.
                “Thank you,” he says, smiling in Jotaro’s direction.  But then
he quirks an eyebrow and his warm smile turns mischievous.  “But you didn’t
just come here to bring me cherries, did you?”  He hears Jotaro’s breath catch
like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
                “I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” he replies quietly,
all of the real confidence gone from his voice.  Kakyoin snorts at the obvious
lie.
                “Bullshit,” he snarks.  “You closed the door on your way in – I
heard it.”  Jotaro grunts like he’s going to say something, but Kakyoin presses
on.  “And you haven’t seen me in at least a week.  If I’vebeen craving you,
then I know you’re craving it twice as bad.”  Kakyoin’s voice gets lower and
more gruff as his sentence trails on, and he brings a hand up to Jotaro’s face,
feeling it heat up beneath his fingers.  He rubs a thumb across his cheekbone,
and then pulls back.
                “Come here,” Kakyoin demands, patting his lap.  “I need to feel
you.”  Jotaro climbs up on the bed with only slight hesitation, and sits beside
him.  “No, like this.”  Jotaro is much larger than he is, but he still lets
Kakyoin guide his body around so that his powerful thighs are straddling
Kakyoin’s hips.
                Kakyoin takes the next few minutes to just explore his body,
discovering his boyfriend in new ways without sight.  His muscles are hard
beneath his fingers, and he lets them slide down and back up his strong arms,
feeling them tense as he brushes past the insides of his elbows.  He comes up
to Jotaro’s collarbone, tracing a thin line along it, pressing his fingers into
the dip in the center.  He tries to place his memory of what his body looks
like with the new map he’s reading, but it’s no use – there’s something
completely different about learning Jotaro this way.
                Kakyoin’s hands are under his tank top, running down his abs,
feeling them twitch and shift beneath his skin.  They run up to his pectorals
and he lets one thumb brush over Jotaro’s nipple.  Jotaro’s entire body jumps,
but he is silent, and Kakyoin chuckles.
                “You’re more sensitive than I am, Jotaro,” he teases, brushing
his thumb over the nub again, feeling it harden beneath his hands.  “And I’m
the one who can’t see.”
                Kakyoin feels it before it happens – the full tensing of
Jotaro’s body as he prepares to move it, the hardening of every single muscle
in his resolve.
                “Let’s see just how sensitive you are,” Jotaro grunts, and
there are Star Platinum’s ethereal hands, pinning Kakyoin’s above his head to
the hospital bed.  Kakyoin can’t truly feelthem, per se, but he’s sure that
they belong to Jotaro’s stand.  Wrapped around his wrists, he feels no
temperature, no airflow, but he does feel pure strength.  There’s something
there that’s mildly violent – his will to fight – but Kakyoin feels safe with
Star Platinum’s hands around his wrists.
                Jotaro starts with Kakyoin’s lips.  He leans in and Kakyoin can
smell his aftershave, the shampoo from the hotel, a slight sting of sweat
beneath tobacco, but his thoughts stop focusing on smell as soon as Jotaro’s
tongue touches his bottom lip.  The wet muscle slowly traces along his lips,
soft and just a touch slimy, making Kakyoin’s lips tingle as it dips into every
little crack of his most sensitive skin.  When his tongue completes its
circuit, it presses into the center of his lips, and Kakyoin immediately opens
his mouth to let Jotaro lick at it.
                The second their tongues brush, Kakyoin is overwhelmed with
each of the sensitive nerves on his tongue lighting up.  The most overwhelming
taste, the one he can feel rolling all across his tongue, is Jotaro’s
particular brand of tobacco, a taste that Kakyoin knows all too well.  But,
underneath that, he starts tasting other pieces of what Jotaro tastes like: the
ever present metallic sting of blood from various open wounds, the bitter taste
of whatever they had eaten that day, the strange taste of the desert in his
mouth, and, covering all else but the tobacco, the taste of mint.
                “Did you freshen up for me?” Kakyoin asks mischievously through
their kiss, smiling into Jotaro’s mouth.  He can feel Jotaro’s face heat up
beneath his lips, and can’t help but let out a giggle.
                His giggle is cut short into a gasp when Jotaro slips his hands
under Kakyoin’s night shirt and splays them wide across his abdomen.  He kisses
him even deeper, shoving Kakyoin’s head back onto the pillow, dragging his
hands up Kakyoin’s torso to his chest.  Jotaro’s hands are full of callouses,
and Kakyoin can feel every single one as they map him out.  Jotaro tweaks
Kakyoin’s nipples just as he is struggling to decide where to focus, and
Kakyoin breathes a harsh gasp.
                “J-Jojo!” he cries in a mixture of annoyance and lust.  He tugs
his arms against Star Platinum’s iron grip and whines.
                “Mmm mmm” Jotaro mutters in refusal to remove his Stand’s
hands, just barely pulling their mouths apart.  Before Kakyoin can utter a
retort, Jotaro has already pressed their mouths back together.  It’s wet and
messier than before, and Kakyoin can’t help but feel mildly uncomfortable with
saliva all over his chin, until Jotaro threads his fingers through his hair and
starts rubbing circles into his scalp.  He opens his mouth and lets out a
choked little gasp as Jotaro moves his mouth along his jawline, leaving little
nips with his teeth that are bordering on painful but just gentle enough that
Kakyoin shivers.  Jotaro presses wet kisses all along his jawline until he
reaches his naked earlobe, pulling it into his mouth and grazing it with his
teeth.
                “Aaah…”  Kakyoin’s mouth falls open when Jotaro licks a thin
line up the shell of his ear and Kakyoin pulls so hard against Star Platinum’s
grip it hurts.  Jotaro is biting and kissing his neck, one hand is gripping his
hip so hard it’s bruising, the other is tweaking his nipple again, his hips are
grinding down into Kakyoin’s crotch and color is bursting behind his eyes; he’s
breathing so heavily his chest meets Jotaro’s, but he can’t hear anything over
the roaring of blood in his ears.
                And, as suddenly as it all started, Jotaro stops and completely
pulls away.  He even lets the grip on Kakyoin’s wrists go.  Kakyoin sucks in a
deep breath and lets himself become acquainted with his surroundings once more,
noting that Jotaro has thrown his hat judging by the heightened scent of hotel
shampoo.  He sucks in deep breaths, trying to regulate his breathing, forcing
all of his senses back to proper functioning.
                “Jo… Jo!” he cries as Jotaro suddenly yanks Kakyoin’s pajama
pants down and swallows his cock.  Kakyoin can’t put enough focus on the rest
of his muscles to stay upright, so he grips his hands into Jotaro’s hair and
hunches over, face pressing into Jotaro’s muscled back.  He’s enveloped in
sensation again, but it’s so much more extreme than it was before, and Kakyoin
is seeing colors burst behind his eyes again.  Jotaro’s mouth is so wet and hot
and every single nerve on his cock is alight, firing off all at once and
breaking him, destroying him with sensation that he can’t fully grasp.  He
swallows around him once more, Kakyoin sobbing his name – or as close as he
could get to his name – while fisting his hands in his hair so hard Jotaro
grunts in pain.  His mouth disappears and Kakyoin has another thankful moment
of relief, but it’s punctuated with the cold sensation of a breeze on his wet
cock.
                “Jotaro, come back,” he whines, but he gets no reply.  Jotaro’s
weight has been comepletely removed from his legs, and instead of a response,
he hears a shuffling of clothes and a loud clink as something falls to the tile
floor.  Kakyoin reaches his hands out, trying to find the hard body that could
bring all of those sensations back, but finds only air.
                “Jotaro?”
                This time he gets a reply.  “Nnnngh… whaaa-“ Jotaro’s broken
voice trails off, but he clears his throat and tries again.  “What?”  Kakyoin
furrows his eyebrows, frustrated that he can’t tell what’s going on, until he
hears a slick squelch that makes his stomach jump.
                “Are you,” breathes Kakyoin, bringing his hands up to cover his
face.  “Fingering yourself?”
                As soon as he says it, he can feel Jotaro’s movements stutter a
little bit.  He breathes out a quiet ‘give me a break…’ before Kakyoin asks him
again.
                “That sounds embarrassing when you say it like that,” Jotaro
says, voice back in control.
                “That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it!” Kakyoin yelps, his whole
body on fire.  But Jotaro grips his thigh, and all of the fire moves to that
one place where their skin touches, and Kakyoin can feel it burning.
                Jotaro climbs back up Kakyoin’s bed and straddles his hips with
those powerful thighs.  He places his hands on Kakyoin’s shoulders and
positions himself above Kakyoin’s hard cock, waiting.
                “Do it,” breathes Kakyoin, giving him the permission he’s
looking for, and Jotaro wraps his hand around Kakyoin to guide him in.  The
burst of color is back, immediate this time, and Kakyoin throws his head back
as a groan tears out of his throat.  Jotaro is a beautiful work of art, and
Kakyoin can hear the symphonies in his panting moans, feel every twitch of
muscle like vivid splatters of paint, the flutter when he forces him to relax
like the intricate dance of a ballet.  There are things Kakyoin notices that he
had never been able to notice before his accident, like the small noises Jotaro
makes in the back of his throat while he impales himself on Kakyoin, or how
rather than squeezing with all of his power, he’s focusing on relaxes his hands
just as much as his ass, so as not to hurt his lover.
                When Jotaro finally reaches the base of Kakyoin’s cock, it’s
not Jotaro who’s breathing heavy and overwhelmed, but Kakyoin.
                “H-hold on,” he whispers, resting his hands on Jotaro’s thighs
and trying to catch his breath.  He wants to be completely aware of the first
movement, and when he’s ready, he lifts his head back up and presses a quick,
dry kiss to Jotaro’s lips.
                “Ok.”
                Jotaro doesn’t do gentle, and sex is no different.  He lifts
his hips all the way off of Kakyoin and drops back down with immense speed,
ripping a scream out of both of their chests.  Jotaro fucks himself on Kakyoin
with a speed that leaves no room for thought or breath.  Kakyoin’s eyes are
squeezed shut behind his bandages, and something he can’t quite describe is
exploding through his body.  If slow was as good as it was, then this is heaven
and he can see white behind his eyes and feel it through his veins and he isn’t
aware of the pain in his throat as he shouts Jotaro’s name.
                Jotaro finds his hand and laces his fingers through it, bitten
down nails digging into the skin of his knuckles, forcing more contact and
blending as much skin together as he possibly can.  Kakyoin feels the combining
of their beings as this indistinguishable ball of pleasure, and the squeeze of
Jotaro’s calloused hand is just another part of that being.
                Kakyoin rocks his hips up to meet Jotaro’s thrust down and
Jotaro grips his hand so tightly that he loses feeling.  His forehead falls
onto Kakyoin’s, sweat slicked skin sticking together as Jotaro brings his other
hand up to jerk himself off, his bounces becoming erratic and arrhythmic. 
Kakyoin’s mouth is open and he is breathing in Jotaro’s air until he closes the
distance between them and feels the shudder wrack Jotaro’s body as he comes. 
Kakyoin knows this feeling, but it’s even more beautiful not to see it – the
shaking in Jotaro’s arms as he loses control, and the half-hearted muscle
movements as his knees try to lock together.
                Come lands on Kakyoin’s stomach, warm and sticky, and as Jotaro
rides out his orgasm on Kakyoin’s cock, Kakyoin feels himself lose control
quickly.  The white ball of light explodes while he feels every part of
Jotaro’s body twitching, and for a moment, he’s sure he’s truly blind.  There
is no black of the bandages or vague shadows – there is nothing but the
pleasure and he can’t tell exactly where it is but he knows it’s everywhere.
                “I wish you could see your face,” Kakyoin vaguely registers
Jotaro say as he comes out of his haze.  Kakyoin smiles lazily and kisses his
boyfriend wherever his lips land, which happens to be his collar bone,
completely off target from his lips.  Jotaro chuckles as he lifts off of him
and off of the bed itself.  Kakyoin yelps when Jotaro’s strong arms lift him
out of the bed, walking him over to the shower and stepping into warmed water.
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