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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:
      Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Jonathan_Joestar
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Underage_Relationship(s), Young_jonathan, Older_Dio, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Omorashi, Urophagia, Multiple
      Orgasms
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-09 Words: 4583
****** Like this Man Does his Boy ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     "I should have listened to you."
     "I'm glad you didn't."
Notes
     I hate myself but here we are.
     Please pay attention to the warnings, the underage is not gonna be
     for everyone
See the end of the work for more notes
It began with dessert, as it often did, Dio was feeding Jonathan strawberry
cake from a spoon and Jonathan accepted it all with hearty bites and unwavering
smile, licking his lips of the cream that still managed to cover his face
despite being fed. He was always such a messy eater, but the blond man found it
so adorable he practically encouraged it, even when scolding the young boy for
his lack of manners.
Once the cake was finished and Jonathan had batted his eyelashes in order to
receive a second, rather generous, slice - this time with an extra serving of
cream, drinks were brought to the table. The cake was washed down with milky
cups of sugar doused in boiling water and making quite the sacchariferous tea,
along with many glasses of pink lemonade to follow. Dio suggested to Jonathan
that he might wish to slow down on all the liquid so close to bedtime to which
Jonathan responded by throwing his head back and indulging all the more before
requesting another refill. Dio smiled lightly, shaking his head before he
lifted the jug and poured more into the glass before bringing the cup to
Jonathan’s rose coloured lips. He never could resist his darling boy.
It continued in the bedroom as Dio took Jonathan in his arms, scooping him up
as a man does his bride (or this man does his boy). Fresh kisses were pressed
on his lips as Jojo brought his head up, tasting almost completely of sugar. It
was a deep kiss, lasting almost the entire duration of their walk up the stairs
and down the hall filled with licking and lapping and the turning of tongues.
It was noisy too, Dio and Jonathan both moaning unbridled but muffled into each
other’s mouths and a long saliva trail was made when they finally broke, only
for Dio to open the door. He let go of Jonathan who held onto his neck and
refused to let go, dangling with feet a good number of inches from the ground
when the blond stood straight.
Once in the bedroom, door closed for the last time that night Jonathan let
himself drop with a clumsy little stumble that Dio found purely ambrosial. He
beckoned for Jonathan to stand still and with juxtaposing grace Dio fell to his
knees before him and for once he was shorter. Jonathan obeyed as he pulled down
his left stocking, stripy today of a white and pale blue shade, revealing small
dainty legs, tanned in complexion but with pinkish undertones; hairless and
soft to the touch. Dio took a slow moment to kiss them, starting from the upper
thigh down to his feet with reverence and Jonathan giggled and smiled down at
Dio's affectionate pecks and nips.
The second stocking Dio pulled down with his teeth, all the while staring up at
his Jonathan, no longer the bashful blushing boy he was when they first met,
but still just as sweet. Sweeter perhaps, now that he had him all to himself,
to have his loving way with, and he was such an eager participant and the
instigator on many occasions; the hormones of a thirteen year old were
certainly something to be reckoned with. Dio had only left teen-hood a few
years ago himself now, but Jojo was truly insatiable. Already, without a single
touch, his prick was beginning create a bulge in his shorts, half hard and
turning his giggles to light gasps and moans as Dio’s tongue and lips scraped
by his pink thighs with just enough squish to them for fingers to be sunk in
and love bites to be made and marked. Dio could not resist a quick suckle on
the innards of his legs too close to his crotch and Jonathan gasped with an
airy “fwah”, taking Dio’s hair in his hands and pulling, the only thing keeping
him fully upright.
It followed on the bed when Jonathan said a breathy “I want you,” and with that
Dio made quick work of the rest, letting the second stocking fall to his ankles
and tugging them off his feet. He rose hurriedly, hoisting Jonathan up by the
waist, making long, hasty strides and placing him on the master bed, a familiar
place for the pair.
“As you wish…”
____
The first time Jonathan came was to Dio’s fingers alone, prepping him before
granting his desire. He took a bottle of oil and handed it to Jojo, letting the
boy pour a bountiful portion onto his fingers. His hole was used to the strain
of things inside it, but his body was still so fragile, so delicate and small
to Dio and so each time he would prep him thoroughly and extensively, never
wanting to hurt his Jojo, make him feel anything less than the uttermost
pleasure.
Dio was often teasing in his preparations, but today, overtaken in a swing of
affection he scissored and wriggling and slid his fingers, one at first with a
second to follow once he grew accustomed, deep inside the young once Joestar
pressing and skating against his prostate. The boy was needing, wanting more
than just digits but with Dio’s extensive spreading of his cheeks, refusing to
access him before opening him up to completion Jonathan’s right hand could not
help but travel down past his stomach and begin to stroke against his small
cock to Dio’s ministrations, starting softly but upping the pace as he found a
pattern to his pump. Jonathan began to pant, closing his glorious eyes,
allowing himself to be taken over by the sensations, prick leaking precome
already, mixing with the oil he had spread on Dio’s fingers from before and
making for quite an ample lubricant and stimulant for himself. He ceased his
caresses in favour for rubbing the head of his cock with a thumb and
forefinger, bringing his knees up with legs from his previously near flat
position.
With a smack to his prostate that coincided with a squeeze of his cock Jonathan
spurted, white spattered over his oil slicked fingers, some of it landing on
his stomach, rising and falling with his breaths, rounded after all the cake
and liquid he had recently ingested. Dio kept his fingers in a little while
longer though they no longer moved within him as he leaned down to lick his
belly clean, kissing and lapping and sucking hard enough to mark the next day.
It looked like short clothes that showed near all Jonathan’s skin would be the
best order for the day. He loved to see his marks.
____
The second time Jonathan had said for a misguided fleeting second he was
thirsty and to his immediate regret and frustration Dio rose to his feet and
fetched the boy a drink, just a water from the en suite, but he was grateful
for the gesture once the glass was handed to him, realising just how parched he
was. He perched on the edge of the bed with Dio beside him.
“You make me moan too much,” Jonathan said with a pout in between sips. “Just
with your fingers my throat aches.”
“Would you like me to hold back? You know I, Dio, would hate to cause you harm.
Any time you wish to stop we may.”
“…” Jonathan glanced at the floor, taking another sip while coyly shaking his
head. “No…” the drawn word bubbled on the water’s surface. Dio just smiled.
Only remembering how much Jonathan had already drank when he was a third of the
way down, Dio retrieved the cup from the boy’s hand, ready to take the rest of
it himself but the brunet’s little fingers tightened around he cup.
“If you drink any more you will wet yourself tonight,” he said plainly but with
a hint of concern.
“I won’t. I’m a big boy. Big boys don’t do that.” Dio chucked, stroking his
hair back, exposing his forehead. He said nothing in response Jonathan’s
comment but knew it was wholly untrue; Jojo was fresh as a daisy and small as
bud; a slightly late bloomer who at thirteen had yet to start puberty and Dio
wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Come now, Jojo, put the glass down.” Jonathan disobeyed, only posing a
challenging look.
“Take it from me then.”
Dio could have, it would have been the easiest thing in the world to pry it
from that dainty yet determined clutch, but where would be the fun? No, he had
another method to retrieve the cup from his darling JoJo… and a far more
entertaining method at that.
“Wh—at are you doing… Dio?” Jonathan asked in an airy voice as his cock was
taken, the small head played with larger fingers. About to take another sip,
the boy simply had it hover by his mouth as his body began to feel overcome
with the waves of arousal the older man was granting him. In no short time the
handiwork was already proving fruitful and the prick had begun springing to
life.
It felt so different to when he tended his own when Dio’s fingers were inside
him. His hands were so large and broad compared to his own although for an
adult male they were quite slender. He could take his length in a single hand
with a tighter grip and deeper friction that Jonathan ever could alone. It
caused breaths to become faultier and the ability to keep his eyes open and
focussed on anything but the congenial throbs in his privates was proving near
impossible. And with his thirst already quenched within the first half of the
glass Jonathan had no need to take in any more.
But he could be oh so mulish, and with slightly shaking palms as Dio began to
stroke the entirety of his cock, slow for now, lazy and gentle, he tilted the
cup upwards, hoping to take it all in one gulp and end this useless fight he
had thrown himself into at the cost of his well prepped hole not yet being put
to use.
It was at that very same moment Dio’s pace quickened around his prick and he
jerked harder on him. Jonathan failed to swallow the water, trying to stop
himself from letting it dribble out when his breath hitched by throwing a hand
over his mouth, to no avail. Dio quickly drew close and licked Jojo's wetted
fingers, his own still rubbing and fondling Jonathan’s crotch, catching and
lapping up the trickling water with a lolled out tongue with a smirk and
staring eyes. This time no challenge was given when Jonathan’s hand was pulled
away from his mouth and he was given an open mouth kiss. Dio tilted Jonathan’s
head while craning his own so the water still left in his mouth would fall. As
he drank, their lips still open and interlocked he swallowed taking the very
breath from Jonathan’s lungs and the boy gasped, pulling back and shaking for a
wide eyed second, stunned by the new sensation he had yet to feel. It was
rather exhilarating.
“Do that again,” he said, barely giving himself time to say it when he was
already kissing Dio heavily, cock still tended to as he turned and crawled onto
the blond’s lap for easier access and Dio repeated the action.
Jonathan orgasmed into one of the breath-taking kisses, filling Dio’s mouth
with noise as his body grew taut and come spilled into the man’s hand which he
caught expertly, not dirtying his body with even the smallest of splatters. It
was only after the ripples and flutters began dissipating and softening along
with his member that Jonathan realised the cup was no longer in his hands — he
could not even remember or recall when Dio had taken it. But he was far too
happy to care about his concede at the moment and batted his eyes at the blond
with a sweet smile once the kiss broke, placing on hand at either side of his
body, resting them on the bed.
“I want you inside me,” he said, wiping his mouth with a quick swipe of his
forearm. “Now."
____
The third time Jonathan came it was loud and hard and the spurt was true,
splattering over both their chests as their bodies rubbed against each other,
Dio above and he below, legs and arms around his neck and waist as if letting
him go would be his downfall. Sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead,
causing soft dark brown locks to stick to his forehead while the others loose
bounced in tune to Dio’s rhythm.
Dio’s fingers were pressed underneath Jonathan’s ass, giving his cheeks
squeezes in between and along with thrusts, relishing its rounded shape, small
like the rest of his petite form but perfect in every way. His hands slipped up
around his tight waist and he let himself build up momentum. Jonathan was
excited, horny and eager and moaning and gasping Dio’s name, urging him to go
faster, that he could take it, that he need not be gentle, he wanted everything
the man had caring not for the consequences.
But where Jonathan was desperate for all, Dio could not think to cause the boy
any harm and he kept at a pace he knew Jonathan could manage, rough enough to
sate him but soft enough to keep his little hole intact. He never
underestimated his boy, but he knew his body well, knew every nook and cranny,
knew it more than Jonathan knew himself and thus he knew exactly how much he
would be able to take. It would have been so easy to have Jojo in whatever way
he desired, but that was not what he wanted. He wanted Jonathan to adore him,
to revel in every second they were together, to love and cherish him in the
same way he did he. It was just not about his body or base attraction, he truly
loved his Jojo above all else. Would kill to have him close. Had killed to have
him close.
Dio hit Jonathan’s secret centre of erotic paradise with a particularly strong
bout of force and Jonathan’s body shivered and his already tight cling
tightened, toes curling and pressing into his waist, buffed and pampered nails
pressing into his back, scratching the pale muscled flesh as they dragged down
the back, warm come hitting his front. The merge of sensations caused him to
bite down on his lower lip, almost enough to taste copper, steadying himself
for Jonathan’s sake.
When Dio slowed Jonathan broke the hitched breathing to whisper the words
“Don’t stop,” in a wanting tone that overtook his tiredness.
“Is that what you want?” Dio asked, pace still gradual, allowing for Jonathan
to ride out the waves of his pleasure peacefully.
“I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” He also had no intention of
ending the night at a mere three orgasms and the bliss of Dio inside him,
thrusting hard did not dissipate just because of his own cock was now flaccid.
Jonathan craved the consistency and brusqueness the older man could bring that
despite his best efforts poor Jojo could not match.
“You are just the sweetest boy.” Dio’s hand left his side for a moment to touch
at Jonathan’s chin, lifting him up and turning his head for a tender kiss on
the lips, which Jonathan accepted and returned heartily, before flopping back
down on the bed with a bounce.
And so Dio continued his prior pace as Jonathan allowed for his prostate be hit
over and over again in a near relentless flurry as the blond moved with the
sole intention to spill inside the boy, deep as he could push.
He came for the first time, white seed filling Jonathan with warm squelching
fluid that dribbled out of his hole when he pulled out, though some remained on
his member, slick and mixed with oil. Jonathan loved the feeling of it, as if
he were a strawberry cake filled with cream that spilled out of his orifices
and he sighed, temporarily sated with yet again hardening prick and his ass
puckered, clenching and unclenching as it was suddenly relieved of the prior
cock lodged inside him.
But while most would have been utterly sated and too far-gone after a third,
but Jonathan still hungered for more.
____
The fourth time Jonathan came he was on his hands and knees, taken from behind
by his own request. Dio complied as he could never say no to his precious Jojo,
but it was not his favourite position, for he wished to see the boys face,
loved to watch his expressions tense and loosen, loved to see his mouth open
wide as he moaned and screamed out his name in longing desperation and desire.
What could be better than that?
The blond bent his body over Jonathan so they shared the same position, Dio
towered over like a tent with its cock sticking into the boy’s ass, hips
bucking and slamming into his pleasure centre hard and fast but holding back on
his full strength for Jonathan’s sake. It was always for Jojo’s sake.
He wished to make quick work of the boy’s fourth time and his second so he
could turn over and look upon the fresh face, look deep into his shocking blue
eyes and kiss him everywhere he could not from this position. For the time
being he took to locking his lips against his neck and cheek with wet and
sloppy moans, tracking up to have at his earlobes, leaving Jonathan coated in
his saliva.
The effects of all the past liquids were only beginning to take fruition here.
Jonathan was mildly struggling to keep himself in the stayed crawling position,
his limbs felt near boneless, and his elbows and knees shook with each thrust.
Restraint in his prick was becoming quite impossible and he knew he would not
last long with Dio’s movements making him so weak, he would spill soon. But he
also felt the pressure on his bladder begin to increase, it was light but he
may need to relieve himself soon. No. He would not need to do that, he wanted
no more distractions to his rapacious needs and had no intention of leaving
this bed until they were well and truly done. Besides, that would only prove
Dio right. So he said nothing and pushed away the intrusive thoughts that took
him away from the pleasure and bliss, especially now that Dio had once again
wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping the milked member while he continued
to thrust.
He came soon after, splattering what he could give on the bed and Dio’s closed
fist.
Dio came a little later, in the end needing to hold up Jonathan’s thighs as his
lower body was waived of its strength and energy as it rode out the fourth
orgasm with quaking euphoria. He retrieved his softening member and kept
Jonathan’s legs spread, watching the seed leave him; it was not just Jonathan
who loved to have it ooze out, gravity taking it to the bed. His face, however,
was better and he forwent the sight to plant multiple pecks and smooches on hot
cheeks, a button nose and parted lips with coos of praise for how marvellous,
beautiful and wonderful his Jojo was.
And Jonathan relished every second of word and deed; the boy loved to be
praised and Dio was happy to offer it.
____
The fifth and final time Jonathan came he was kissed and pecked and slowly
caressed all over his body by Dio who had missed his precious boy’s face the
previous time. Eyes glued upwards, even when it strained him, the blond kept
eyes on his glorious Jojo.
With hands wrapped around his stomach, the pressure set on Jonathan’s bladder
was pushed all the more. Combined with Dio’s thorough ministrations that
aroused the sensations in a similar location it was growing rather difficult to
hold himself still. He disguised his squirms of his need to pee with moans of
pleasure, for he had never been one for remaining still, but his toes curled
and his crotch throbbed for dual reasons.
Boneless and tired, only receiving this final orgasm out of a beg not to stop,
Dio’s weakness for him, as well as his pleasure only being granted with his
hole left to breath, he was at the last of his rope and did not know if he
would be able to keep his body from expelling for too long. But Jonathan had
the stubbornness of a herd of oxen and once a promise had been made to himself,
especially one where he needed to be proven right he could hardly give up.
So sat at the head of the bed Dio was nestled in his hairless crotch, sucking
him off with a bobbing motion. Dio was so talented with his mouth, could take
it all without a single hitch, allowing him to work his tongue around the
tender little member and send Jonathan’s head rolling back and moan to the
ceiling as a wolf howls at the moon.
But oh how he wished Dio would let go of his filled tummy, it was hard enough
with his cock touched and licked and sucked in what felt within an inch of its
life to have a secondary push against him. In the end Jonathan whispered that
the grip was too tight and that strain was immediately rectified and he let out
a happily relieved sigh. The pressure was still quite intense, but even that
helped exponentially.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” left his lips seconds before Jonathan’s balls
contracted and he released his load, the weakest spurt of them all, but it
rushed through him and his body stretched, eyes slamming shut as he came.
Dio swallowed it all quickly with expert prowess, expression barely changing as
the seed entered his mouth, and he took it all down in one easy gulp. He often
enjoyed holding the cock in his mouth as Jonathan became softer and even
smaller, but the boy without warning pulled out in a hurried, rushed motion, he
would have scraped his prick on Dio’s teeth if the man's reflexes were any
slower.
“I can’t stop… I have to…!” Jonathan eyes and body were set in a crawl for what
could only have been the bathroom. With his final climax and drooping prick
there was nothing holding back the imminent stream, he just had to get there in
time.
He couldn’t make it.
He couldn’t even make it off the bed, not once Dio took his shoulder, asking
the boy what was wrong with a concerned gaze.
“Dioooo!” He moaned in a whining complain at first not noticing the fact he was
already beginning to leak and what he was feeling was not residual come
droplets he had yet to spurt. A warm dampness with the consistency of pure
liquid wet his thigh and with a horrified glance he saw that unlike the white
that should have been falling it was a yellow shade, dripping in a fast stream.
“Aaaah!! It’s coming out!!” Jonathan cried in a despairing outburst, trying
with all of his might to hold it back just for a few more seconds… he could
make it to the toilet in a few more seconds. But once the floodgates were open
there was nothing his body of jelly could do to fight the all-encompassing need
to release anymore. In his head he cursed the bundle of blankets and flurry of
pillows that made a very sound sleeping location but proved hard to crawl on
with any sense of emergency.
“I need to… the bathroom…” Jonathan’s leg, the sheets and the mattress below
were already soaked and coated with urine, pooling beneath him before absorbing
into the feathered bedding. This had never happened before and red painted his
entire face, complimenting the golden torrent that fell from his prick. His
embarrassment only seemed to spur him further and hanging his head low he
accepted his shameful situation and let the piss coat the bed.
Dio spoke not in that time, only watching the sheets darken, watching
Jonathan’s neck crane down as he liquid began to leak from his eyes as well as
his cock. “Don’t look…” he heard a timid voice say, so different to the boy who
no longer knew humiliation and shamelessly acted as he pleased. He couldn’t
stand to see him like this; Jonathan needed to see that he could do no wrong in
his eyes.
And so, shoulder still on him, Dio pulled it with enough force to have Jonathan
land on his back to gaze at the tearstained, still pissing boy with eyes coated
in affection.
“You are so beautiful.” His words were true and honest. In that moment his boy,
sweaty, covered in stains of urine, come, drool and whatever other fluids had
made their way onto him was equal to an angel of pure white and shining with a
celestial glow in Dio’s eyes. Flow beginning to decrease, but with his bladder
still needing release, Dio pushed down on his waterlogged stomach, right in the
place that would set him off more. Jonathan moaned, a mix of humiliation,
relief and pleasure chorusing in its tone
“S-Stop… I can’t hold back…” Jonathan said weakly, eyes closed, control of his
lower half completely waived.
“Don’t,” Dio said softly before lowering his head. Blue eyes were soon opened
again as he felt the familiar sensation of a mouth wrapped around his cock,
lips puckering and throat swallowing around the length. Only this time it was
not come being taken, but his piss! He was once again sat upright on the bed
frame, and Dio was nestled at his crotch, suckling.
“Aah~~ Dio!” His cock was too preoccupied and milked of seed to harden, but the
waves of arousal were still spread through him, making the liberation of his
urine all the more satisfying. Dio did not let another bead spill, taking the
multiple cups of pink lemonade, the sugary tea, the half glass of water and
whatever else Jonathan had drank from the other end as if it were the liquid of
the gods.
When the final droplets had been expelled, Jonathan flopped to the side,
completely spent of all he had, tiredness sweeping over his entire core.
“…I should have... listened to you,” he managed to say before the world faded
into black and then into colourful, yellow dreams.
Taking Jonathan into his arms as a man did his bride (or this man did his boy)
Dio smiled.
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
____
It ended after Jonathan had fallen to slumber, and he could not recall the
events of what happened once he woke (very late) the next day, only realising
that the bed was remade, he was clean and dressed in an airy nightgown, and
smelled not of urine but his favourite soap upon rising. He could feel a still
sleeping Dio spooning behind him, also smelling sweet and in new bed attire.
Still with his body rather tired and having no more liquid to expel he remained
in his hold, turning to kiss the sleeping man on his now minty tasting lips.
Jonathan gave him a lazy, warm beam with a lidded gaze from the lingering
tiredness.
“I love you, Dio."
End Notes
     sorry mother
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