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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, Nijimura_Okuyasu, Hirose_Koichi
  Additional Tags:
      Mentions_of_JotaKak, Incest, Uncle/Nephew_Incest, underage?, Rough_Sex,
      Blowjobs, Loss_of_Virginity, Smut, its_just_porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-27 Words: 8569
****** Please Say "No" ******
by pompadorkery
Summary
     "Kakyoin, please forgive me, I think I'm horny for my uncle."
     -Jotaro Kujo
Notes
     I'm so sorry for this, I'm just really secretly thirsty for this
     pair. I just needed to write some porn I'm so sorry I'm going to hell
     I know.
See the end of the work for more notes
Each glance lingered just a moment too long; their eyes holding a gaze briefly
before turning away. Each touch of skin or second of fleeting contact would
raise goosebumps on their arms and send shivers up their spines. Even hearing
the other’s voice casually saying their name was enough to make them flush.
“Jotaro.”
Kakyoin.
It drove him mad.
His hands fit perfectly around the teen’s slender waist; and those hips. Good
God, those hips. It was too much.
His lips glided across the ivory skin of that neck. So tucked away. So modest.
He was always in that uniform.
His hands curled into the red hair atop his head.
No.
Not red.
Black.
“Jotaro.”
Kakyoin?
“Jotaro, are you even listening?”
Josuke.
The man looked up from his, now cold, coffee cup. Blinking a few times he
dismissed the strange daydream. How long had he been spacing out for? It really
wasn’t like him, perhaps he needed more sleep.
“Geez,” Josuke huffed, shaking his head. “C'mon, are you going to come with us
or not?”
That’s right. Josuke had invited him to go along with the boys for a night in
the town; or so he’d said. He assumed that it would primarily consist of
checking out nudie-magazines at the convenience store and causing other general
nonsense about town. Kids these days didn’t know how to have fun. He doubted
that they’d enjoy going around picking fights for a good time.
Josuke had insisted that they all go out, spend some time relaxing while they
could. Jotaro had the nagging feeling that he was invited just to be a
chaperone and buy the kids beer. Whatever. It didn’t matter to him anyway. A
night out would probably do him good. He’d been so busy working on his research
and fighting enemy Stands, he’d barely had a moment of peace.
“Jotaro?” Josuke called again, louder this time. He popped his hip out and
placed a hand on either side. The older man’s gaze followed unconsciously. He
watched as the boy’s t-shirt clung against his raised hip, bunching and
wrinkling the fabric at that point. It was odd for a male to have hips like
that. Maybe it was just puberty at work, and soon he’d fill out and be just as
large as the rest of the men of the Joestar line.
Josuke’s stance soon shifted as he grew more and more impatient with his
nephew. His foot anxiously tapped on the floor.
“Sorry. I was thinking about something else,” Jotaro said, rising from his
chair at the table. “Koichi and Okuyasu are meeting us here, then?”
“Nah, we’re gonna go meet up with them at the station. They’re probably already
waiting for us.” Josuke’s arms raised and he rested them casually behind his
head. “We’re gonna head to the next town over, there’s way more cool stuff to
do there. The train ride isn’t too long either.”
Jotaro gave a silent nod. It wasn’t a bad plan. If they caused too much trouble
it wasn’t as if anyone was going to recognize them. He had to wonder if Josuke
had actually thought of that. The kid seemed smart enough.
While Josuke fussed with his hair, for probably the hundreth time, Jotaro
waited for him at the door. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his
chest, staring blankly down at the floor. He couldn’t stop his mind from
wandering. What on Earth was wrong with him today?
The visions in his mind switched rapidly between his old lover- and Josuke. It
was almost frightening. He imagined Kakyoin, recalling every feature of his
lithe frame. He remembered the dip of his back, the cut of his waist, his thin
column of neck. He remembered how his hands would follow the curves of his
body, easily finding themselves gripping his hips. Jotaro couldn’t see his
face, no matter how hard he tried or how desperately he yearned for it.
Instead, he saw Josuke. His body was different, slightly, from what Jotaro
could imagine in his head. Josuke was softer, his hips and thighs thicker than
the redhead’s. Despite being nearly the same age, Josuke looked like much less
of a man. He looked like what he was, a teenager. That only made things worse.
“Alright, let’s bounce~! I’m ready to paar-tay!” Josuke announced, finally
meeting Jotaro in the entryway. It took him long enough.
A wide grin was plastered on his face as he squatted down to put his shoes on.
He slipped them on, one foot at a time, and stood back up.
Jotaro motioned to the door, allowing the younger male to exit first.
It wasn’t a long walk to the station, a few minutes at most. Jotaro stayed a
few paces behind his uncle, eyes fixed on him. He walked so casually, his hands
shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Why wouldn’t he? He grew up in this town
and had probably taken this same route hundreds and times. It took Jotaro by
surprise when he stopped abruptly. Josuke turned at the shoulder, lips pushed
into a pout as he looked back at the older man.
“You sure you’re alright? You’re being even quieter than usual.” He looked a
bit concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jotaro answered.
Josuke shrugged and faced forward again, continuing down the road. The distance
between them grew smaller and smaller the closer they got to the station. Maybe
it was just the length of their strides, or maybe it was something else.
Jotaro found himself staring at Josuke’s back, taking in every little movement.
He’d been extremely observational ever since Star Platinum had awakened within
him so many years prior. Josuke held himself confidently; shoulders back, chest
out. Still, despite this, Jotaro could tell that deep down he still held some
sort of fear. Self-consciousness, maybe. He recognized the feeling, as he’d
felt it himself so many times in his youth. Was he good enough? Was he doing
the right thing? He knew that Josuke wanted that validation, especially from
him.
He’d seen the way that the boy looked at him, idolized him. He had the wide-
eyed innocence of a child. It was endearing. Cute, even.
It made him sick to his stomach to feel such a way about him.
They’d thankfully made it to the station before his mind could wander too much
further. “Ooooi! Josuke!” Okuyasu shouted, waving his arm in the air to signal
for them. He and Koichi trotted towards them, meeting them halfway. The train
hadn’t arrived yet, so the boys stood and chatted amongst themselves.
Jotaro felt a little awkward standing there as they talked about schoolwork and
the television shows they had watched. His tension eased each time he saw
Josuke smile or laugh. His own lips curled up as well. He wasn’t paying
attention to their conversation, only to Josuke.
What would it have been like to have conversations like this with him?
Kakyoin.
During their travels, they sparsely talked about anything other than their
mission or what was going on around them. They barely had time for idle chit-
chat. Josuke reminded him a lot of the redhead. They were both weird, that was
for sure. But their smiles… When they beamed, it spread across their entire
face, and slowly but surely, it also spread to those around them.
It was infectious.
They smiled with their entire being, as if every word or action they
experienced was one of the greatest things ever.
It was silly really, for him to be making such connections. Personality-wise,
the two couldn’t have been more different. Kakyoin was quiet, calculating, and
could sometimes even be a bit cruel. Josuke was bursting with life and had a
heart of gold. His kindness really was astonishing.
It was stupid to compare them. One had been his lover, the other was family. A
blood-relation. No matter how much he’d for it to be untrue, he couldn’t deny
that Joseph was his grandfather. It was probably just the stress getting to
him. He had a lot on his plate at the moment. Working on his research, settling
his divorce, and not to mention finding out whatever the hell was going on in
the town; it was weighing on him.
What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette.
The sound of the train pulling in caused him to look up. The boys halted their
conversation for a moment as the train doors slid open. A few people exited
before they entered.
It was pretty cramped inside the car. All the seats were already taken and most
of the aisles were claimed as well. The four crammed their way inside, Koichi
easily slipping past a few people to grab hold of a pole for support. Okuyasu
squeezed in and grabbed onto a hand rail.
Josuke and Jotaro ended up in the unfortunate spot near the door, unable to
push past anyone to get a better spot. Jotaro could barely see the other two
over the throng of commuters.
As the train started up, everyone shifted about, jostled by the sudden
momentum. Josuke fell into the doors. It wasn’t as if he was inexperienced in
riding the trains, but with nothing to hold onto, it was hard to keep balance.
Jotaro bumped into the smaller boy before bracing his long arms on either side
of the doorway.
As he went to regain his stance, he found himself stuck in the close proximity
to his uncle. With everyone moving around, the space they had got significantly
smaller. Jotaro’s chest was pressed lightly against Josuke.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking to the side. “You can hold onto me if you need
to.”
The boy laughed, “That’s alright, I don’t think I’ll even be able to move
around anymore. We’re pretty packed in here.”
Did it really not phase him? He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest at how
close they were. Jotaro struggled to keep himself from staring down at the
teen. He could feel his heat. The man inwardly cursed himself for wearing his
heavy turtle-neck sweater. The boys were all wearing t-shirts and jeans as
opposed to their usual uniforms. He could feel the sweat running down his back.
The train jostled again, Josuke was thrown against Jotaro’s sturdy frame. Was
it just his imagination, or did the boy hesitate just a bit too long before
setting himself back straight?
“Here,” Jotaro said flatly.
He brought down one arm and wrapped his behind Josuke’s back. He tried to make
it seem as innocent as possible, but the contact had him getting a bit excited.
He was a grown man though, he knew how to control himself. God knew how much
he’d done it on his journey to Egypt. All those long car rides with Kakyoin
resting on his shoulder, or the chaste brush of their hands against the other’s
as they walked beside each other had taught him to be careful. Heaven forbid
Polnareff or his Grandfather ever saw him getting cozy with the redhead, he’d
have never heard the end of it.
“Hah, thanks,” Josuke smiled sheepishly, his face obscured by his hair as he
turned his gaze to the ground. His stiff back eased slightly under Jotaro’s
palm.
“If you’d prefer, you can hold onto Star Platinum…” Jotaro suggested, not
wanting to make his uncle feel too uncomfortable. Truthfully, it’d be a bit
easier on himself as well. He didn’t know how long his body would listen to him
if they remained this close.
“Ah, no, its okay. We’re coming up to the station now actually!” he answered,
glancing up and craning his neck, looking out the window behind him. He turned
awkwardly in the small space to face the doors. His butt pressed up against
Jotaro. The man jumped back as far as he could and cleared his throat.
“Oh, sorry. My bad,” Josuke muttered, peering out the window mindlessly. This
boy had no idea what he was doing to Jotaro’s head.
The train slowed and came to a complete stop. The doors opened up and about
half of the passengers piled out. Josuke was first to hop out of the door and
make his way over to a nearby vending machine where he waited for everyone
else. Jotaro exited after, sighing deeply in relief. Koichi and Okuyasu fought
through the crowd and met up with the other two.
“Yeesh, that sure was crowded, huh? I thought I’d lose you guys!” Okuyasu
groaned. Koichi nodded in agreement.
The boys huddled up, as they did, and walked on ahead, leaving Jotaro to follow
along behind them, feeling much like a parental guardian.
He heard Josuke’s voice over the other’s, “So what do you want to do, karaoke?
Hit up the bars? Maybe do some gambling~?”
“Bars! We can’t drink!” Koichi squealed, “We’re too young to even get in!”
Josuke easily put an end to his fears, “Don’t worry, we’ve got Jotaro with us!
It won’t be a problem! Besides, we could just as easily steal some beers from
the vending machine-” He stopped suddenly, seeing the glare that his nephew was
throwing him, “Or… not.”
Jotaro hadn’t been the most respectable in his youth. He’d stolen beers plenty
of times, but that was him. He didn’t want Josuke going down that same path. If
the boys were going to drink, which they obviously were, atleast they’d be with
a responsible adult.
In no time, they’d found a pachinko parlour and went inside. It was loud and
musky, reeking heavily of smoke. It made Jotaro crave a cigarette. The boys
scattered around, finding machines to play on. The large man accompanied
Josuke, standing behind him as the boy sat at a machine and started to play. He
didn’t really get it. Why were places like this so popular?
It wasn’t long before the decibel of noise began to get to him. Nudging Josuke
he said, “Let’s get out of here. There’s better things to waste your time
with.” The boy pouted and stood up, it wasn’t like he’d even won anything,
sadly.
“I bet you’d be really good at this sort of stuff,” the boy commented.
Jotaro looked at him questioningly.
“Y'know, you’ve got Star Platinum and everything. Seems like you’d be good.”
Jotaro couldn’t help but smile a bit, “I’m better at bull-shitting.”
Josuke let out a single breathy laugh, “Yeah, I bet you’ve got one hell of a
poker face.” Facing ahead, he peeked through his long eyelashes to stare at
Jotaro. He pursed his lips for a moment, as if conflicted. It was like he
wanted to say something else. He seemed conflicted.
Jotaro wanted to press the matter, he wanted to ask him if something was on his
mind. The teen took off though, gathering up his friends to leave the
establishment.
A bar wasn’t too far away so they went there. It was a welcome change of pace.
It was quiet, most people kept to themselves. Jotaro vouched for the kids as
they sat down at a booth and ordered beers all around.
Atleast at a small bar like this, he could keep an eye on them. The man took
the beers back to the table, holding them carefully with 2 in each hand. He set
them down and then slid into the booth next to his uncle. Okuyasu and Josuke
were eager to chug down their beers, bringing up the glasses they took a huge
swig. Almost instantly a look of disgust spread on their faces.
“Ugh, gross! Why do people like this stuff!?” Okuyasu complained.
Jotaro smirked, easily taking down a third of his drink in one swallow, “Nobody
ever said that beer tasted good. You’ll get used to it.”
Koichi was hesitant to try it, but the morbid curiosity got the best of him. He
took a tiny sip and reacted the same way as his friends. “You really like this,
Mr. Jotaro?”
He was quiet as he turned his face away, taking another swig, “Not really.”
The look of confusion on the boys’ faces was priceless. Josuke, however, seemed
determined to impress his older nephew. Wordlessly, he took his glass and
chugged down the rest of his drink. His face twisted, taking in the harsh
flavor without relief. As the final drops trickled out, he slammed the glass
down and exhaled, a shiver running up his spine.
“Oooi! Josuke! What’s that all about!?” Okuyasu questioned, poking his friend
in the arm, “Don’t you think its gross too?”
“Be careful Josuke! You’re going too fast!” the smaller boy added.
He dismissed them lightly, “I’ll be fine, trust me! I don’t even feel anything!
You guys are the ones that need to hurry up! We’re out here to relax!”
 
After a few hours of bar-hopping and hitting up a few arcades, the night was
growing late. Words were slurred and morals were thrown aside. Koichi and
Okuyasu retired early, the larger boy dragging the smaller to the station. Kid
couldn’t hold his alcohol.
Josuke and Jotaro continued to wander along the streets aimlessly. Neither said
a word to each other after the others left. The booze was clearly getting to
Josuke, who’d never been drunk before. He tripped over his own feet a few times
and continuously bumped against Jotaro. It had been a while since the older man
had actually had a few drinks. He’d ways been able to hold his own when it came
to that sort of thing, though. He’d been drinking since he was a teenager. He
felt a little buzz, the tiniest of tingles in his fingertips. It was nothing he
couldn’t handle.
Josuke stumbled yet again, this time nearly taking his nephew with him as he
grabbed onto him for support. Shit. The kid was a mess. There was no way he
could take him back to his mother like this. He didn’t want to be held
responsible for getting Tomoko’s son wasted; even if it was entirely his fault.
Jotaro hoisted the boy up by his upper arm, bringing the limb over his shoulder
and holding him at the waist. “Here,” he mumbled, “lean on me.”
He probably could have just used Star Platinum to help Josuke, it would have
been way more convenient. The teen was a total disaster, losing his footing and
staring blankly at the ground. The Stand could have easily held onto him and
kept him upright, but Jotaro couldn’t stop himself. With his hand at Josuke’s
waist he squeezed lightly whenever he would falter.
The man was definitely taller than his uncle, so it did make it a bit more
difficult to prop him up. This made the walk to the station seem like it was
taking forever. It wasn’t like he minded the distance, but his lack of sobriety
was getting to him.
He thought, what would happen if he just reached his hand lower? Would Josuke
slap it away? What about if he just spun him around and planted a kiss right on
his lips? What if he lifted his shirt and speckled his torso with love-bites?
What would Josuke do?
No.
He couldn’t take advantage of him like that. He was drunk. Albeit, Jotaro was
tipsy himself, it still wasn’t right; not to mention the whole “family” thing.
Every single part of the situation was wrong.
Finally the station was coming into view as the stumbled along. Thank God.
“Hey, Josuke. I’m going to take you back to my hotel I don’t want to take you
ho-”
“Is it because you want to fuck me?” The teen interrupted, voice flat.
Jotaro stopped short, completely stunned at Josuke’s blatant comment. His mouth
fell agape, unable to form words to defend himself.
“Hah, kidding… you should see your face,” he trailed off into a mumble.
He avoided all eye contact with his nephew. It didn’t ease Jotaro’s nerves one
bit. Why would he joke like that? He didn’t seem like the type to make such a…
vulgar remark. His jaw tensed.
“Don’t talk like that Josuke. It’s crude,” the older man scolded. Any other
time, he probably would have just shrugged it off as a teenager saying stupid
things, but now… he wasn’t sure if Josuke really was just “kidding”.
The boy pushed away from Jotaro, stumbling ahead on his own. He could barely
keep himself upright, it was pitiful. Jotaro worried that he might just fall
onto the train tracks if he kept on.
Gritting his teeth, he marched forward and grabbed his uncle by the arm, much
like an angry parent would do to their child. “Stop acting like a fool Josuke.
You’re going to hurt yourself.”
The boy sneered at him. Sneered.
“What do you care?” He snapped, voice harsh. “God, Jotaro. You’re always so
cold to me, why do you suddenly care so much?” He was still averting his eyes.
Jotaro stayed silent.
“I know we’re family and everything but… I just… I just want some validation
from you. I’m just being selfish, but… I just want you to like me,” he
confessed. He appeared to be shaking. His hands were balled up into fists that
trembled at his sides.
“I do like you Josuke.”
“Not like that. It’s wrong but I want-”
“I know what you mean Josuke. Let’s not talk about it here. Come on.” He
ushered the teen onto the train. “We’ll talk about it at the hotel.”
He gave a despondent nod and joined the other male in the nearly empty car.
 
‘Kakyoin, please forgive me.’
 
The train arrived without a hitch and Jotaro called for a cab back to take them
back to the hotel. It was quiet. Awkward. Neither of them spoke to each other
until they got to the hotel.
Jotaro made up some excuse at the front desk when the receptionist asked if
Josuke was feeling alright. He had apparently just been feeling under the
weather and his cold medicine hit him a bit too hard. She accepted this, and
bid the two a good night.
The ride up the elevator was even worse. In that closed space, Jotaro could
hear every breath from Josuke. He almost swore he could feel his fluttering
heartbeat as they stood beside each other.
He wanted to touch him. He wanted to grab him by the arms and shove him against
the elevator wall. He wanted to hold him there as he stripped him down and took
his mouth. He wanted Josuke to moan his name. He wanted to hear it, just for
him.
He had a wife, yes. He also had a child. There was no reason he should have
been so… interested. It wasn’t as if he was some loser who abstained from sex
after the love of his life died. Hell no. Kakyoin wouldn’t have wanted that for
him.
What would he have wanted? He’d want him to be happy, right?
He was getting a divorce. He barely saw little Jolyne anymore. It had been
awhile since he’d gotten laid. He really was anything but happy. Would this
make him happy? Would fucking his teenage uncle make him happy?
Shit. He didn’t have much time to think as the elevator came to a stop on his
floor.
The walk to his room was excrutiating. Josuke had moved past the early stages
of drunkeness. He’d past the fun, peacefully tipsy stage shortly after Okuyasu
and Koichi left. He seemed to be past the gloomy and aggressive phase as well.
Now he was just quiet, sullen. His eyes seemed glazed over and he was more than
compliant to follow along wherever Jotaro led him.
Pulling out his key-card Jotaro quickly unlocked the door to his room. Pushing
it open, he let Josuke in first, then shut it behind himself. He made sure the
locked clicked. He didn’t want any interruptions.
Josuke wobbled over to the bed and sat down on the end. He slumped over, arms
resting on his thighs and his face turned to the ground. Jotaro pulled up a
chair and sat down directly in front of him. He wasn’t quite sure what to say.
Anything he said would probably make the situation worse. He sighed heavily and
pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
“Josuke,” he began, “I…” He stopped. Shit, he really had no idea what to say.
“I want you to touch me Jotaro,” the teen mumbled, barely raising his head.
The man grimaced. Josuke didn’t know what he was talking about. “Listen, just…
tell me why you want this? If it’s validation or praise you want, then you’re
dangerously mistaken in your way of thinking. Me… touching you won’t give you
that satisfaction.”
Josuke raised his head. His cheeks were still flushed and blotchy. “It’s not
just that. I mean, it’s a little bit of that… I don’t know I-” He paused, “I
think you’re attractive. Fuck, you’re totally hot. I guess I just…” He didn’t
want to say it. It was totally lame. Jotaro urged him to continue. “I guess I
kind of… have a crush on you. I just want you to like me back.”
Was that it? A crush? God, he really was just a kid. “Josuke… I’m your nephew.”
“I dont care!” The boy stood up suddenly, not thinking about how the alcohol
would effect him. The blood rushed to his head and he became woozy. Quick with
his senses, Jotaro reacted instantly, summoning Star Platinum to steady the boy
before he fell and hurt himself.
Josuke looked pained. “I want you.”
“Josuke you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“C'mon. I know you feel the same way. I’m not stupid, Jotaro.” He broke free of
Star Platinum easily and loomed over his seated nephew. He placed a hand on
either armrest of the chair he was sitting in, pinning him there. “You think I
haven’t noticed how you look at me?”
Jotaro’s face was stone cold. Had he really been that obvious? He thought he’d
hid it pretty well. It wasn’t like he was “turned on” by Josuke. It was more of
that sinful want the for something dangerous; the want for something you can’t
have.
“I’ve seen you watch me. You look at me like I’m a piece of meat,” he hissed
through his teeth, face inching closer to his nephew’s. Ducking to the side
before their noses bumped, the boy whispered into the man’s ear, “I kind of
like it.”
Jotaro roughly grabbed Josuke’s biceps, causing the teen to yelp in surprise.
With his inhuman strength, he pushed the smaller male backwards, knocking him
flat on his back, pinned to bed. Josuke looked up at him as a brief flash or
fear and confusion twisted on his face.
“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean to live up to them. I don’t know
how much longer I can hold myself back if you keep tempting me like this.”
Jotaro released him. He needed to clear his head. Maybe he should take a cold
shower or something. By the time he was done, Josuke would probably have fallen
asleep.
He didn’t quite expect to be grabbed right back. This time Josuke held onto
him. “If it’s because we’re related… just imagine I’m somebody else. Please
Jotaro.”
He saw the way the teen was fidgeting, his thighs pressing together and his
hips wriggling. He knew those signs all too well.
If nobody found out… If they kept it a secret… But did Josuke really want this?
Was he just drunk and stupid?
If he started out slow, Josuke could easily tell him to stop and that would be
the end of it. If they didn’t go too far, it’d be easier to back out. If
anything, it’d be a good lesson for the kid. He’d learn to not say things so
lightly.
Jotaro leaned down and spoke softly, “Tell me to stop.” He ran his thumb across
Josuke’s plush lips. He was attractive, no lie there. He was still so young
though. Sixteen. God, what had he done? What was he going to do?
He was careful. He removed his thumb and replaced it with his own lips. He
wouldn’t have been surprised if this was Josuke’s first kiss. It was a chaste
peck at first, something not unusual for one family member to give another. The
way Josuke’s arms hooked behind him and raked at his back desperately only
urged him on.
He took more of Josuke’s mouth, parting his own lips slightly. The boy
reciprocated eagerly, in fact, more eager than Jotaro himself. He was
inexperienced, that was for sure. He immediately was trying to shove his tongue
into the older man’s mouth. He didn’t have much patience for the intricacies of
kissing. He just wanted to make out; sloppy and drunk. It was hot.
The redhead had always been so quiet and collected. Nothing could match the
demure beauty that was Noriaki Kakyoin. Even when he was being fucked into the
upholstery of the backseat of a car, he never lost respect for himself. Even
when he was giving head in a shitty hotel room, he never once had a hair out of
place or a single wrinkle in his clothes. He held himself in the highest
regard.
Josuke, however, was boisterous and loud- and that was just with kissing. He
moaned and groaned with every breath. He exhaled noisily out of his nose when
his and Jotaro’s lips refused to part. His hips rolled upwards rhythmically,
trying to get some sort of friction. He clutched onto Jotaro’s sweater, pulling
and stretching the fabric, much to the man’s dismay. It was an expensive
sweater and Josuke was just too handsy.
Jotaro let out an annoyed grunt as he sat up. He raised a brow and looked at
the displeased face of the boy in front of him. First taking off his hat and
setting it on the nightstand, he grabbed the bottom hem of his sweater, pulling
it up over his chest and off his shoulders. Balling it up he tossed it aside
and returned to the business at hand.
Jotaro put his hand under Josuke’s t-shirt and slid it up his chest, all while
his lips were occupied with marking up the teen’s neck. He probably shouldn’t
have done so if he really did want this to remain a secret, but in the heat of
the moment it slipped his mind.
“Tell me no,” he spoke with hot breath on Josuke’s prickled skin. He mouthed at
Josuke’s neck, sucking at his skin and rolling it between his teeth. Blood
quickly rose to the surface of his flesh, leaving it stained with bright maroon
welts.
The boy gasped and writhed beneath at the unusual feeling. It was sort of
painful, but at the same time he was enjoying the hell out of it. His
fingernails dug into Jotaro’s back, clawing it up with long red lines.
“Jooootaro….” He whined. His hips were locked upwards, pressing as best they
could against the older man.
“Tell me that you don’t want this.”
“I do want it.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I don’t care.”
The boy really was persistent. Slow, he’d keep it slow. He’d let Josuke back
out at any point. He wouldn’t go all the way just yet.
“Fine,” he sighed. Sitting up straight again, he unclasped his belt and
unbuttoned his pants. Staring Josuke in the eye, he unzipped and pulled down
the waistband of his pants and boxers. He was only half hard, but that could be
changed easily. Now was the perfect moment for Josuke to come to his senses and
back off.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Josuke scrambled to his knees, too fervently. He crawled closer to Jotaro, one
hand propping himself up as the other delicately touched the man’s member. His
fingertips just barely ran along the shaft, as if testing the waters.
Jotaro slapped his hand away. “Suck,” he ordered again.
His blue eyes were wide and doe-like. His mouth opened partially, plump lips
pressing against the head of Jotaro’s cock.
He was actually going to do it.
His tongue flattened against the underside of the shaft, slowly and
purposefully drawing it out as he made his way back up to the head. Opening up
his mouth fully, he wrapped his lips around the man’s cock, beginning to bob
his head up and down.
Jotaro grunted, his hands quickly coming up to grab Josuke by the hair. It was
out of instinct really. He didn’t think how the boy might respond. With his
dick still shoved halfway down his throat, Josuke looked up at him, brows
furrowed. Despite his coiffed pomp getting disheveled, his still continued on.
He didn’t really know what he was doing, but if one thing could be said about
Josuke, he was a fast learner. At least he knew well enough to watch his teeth.
Jotaro gritted his teeth, throwing his head back. He didn’t want to watch. He
didn’t want to see the horrible act they were committing. But, it felt so good.
It was sloppy and inexperienced, but it was still good.
All of Josuke’s actions were new and unexpected. Once second he’d be lapping at
the tip of his cock, the next he’d be taking it all in his throat. The gag
reflex- or lack thereof- was incredible. The boy’s hand snaked down between his
own legs and gentle rubbed his clothed erection. His jeans were getting
painfully tight.
Was he really getting that turned on by sucking him off? Jotaro couldn’t
believe how much Josuke was enjoying this. It was all too much. He’d held his
composure for long enough, it felt strange to just sit there, getting his dick
sucked, without doing anything.
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” The man questioned, lightly holding the
back of Josuke’s head and directing his movements. Josuke responded with an
affirmative hum. Jotaro’s hips rocked in motion with Josuke’s head, forcing his
shaft deep into the boys throat, causing him to choke on it slightly. Oh God,
the sounds he was making.
“Stop touching yourself. Hands behind your back.”
His uncle did so, ever obediently. His legs trembled to keep himself upright
without propping a hand on the mattress. Jotaro held his head tighter, his
fingers curled into the teen’s now messy hair. He held the smaller male still
as he forcefully snapped his hips. He could feel the head of his cock jamming
into the back of Josuke’s throat. Maybe he didn’t gag when he was in control of
the situation, but with Jotaro cramming every inch of his sizable erection
unpredictably into his mouth, Josuke gagged and choked when every thrust.
His eyes may have been tearing up, but he was loving it. The boy was a glutton
for this rough treatment. Maybe in contrast to the healing abilities of his
Stand- Josuke secretly liked the pain. He liked being treated like an object;
especially for Jotaro to use as he pleased. Ever since he first met his nephew,
he always had a fascination with him. He always wondered what it would be like
to be dominated by him. He wondered what it would be like to get face fucked by
his cock and taken by him completely.
Jotaro became more and more erratic as he neared climax. Josuke could feel the
throbbing and stiffness against his tongue. With nothing more than a grunt the
man released, quickly yanking Josuke’s face away. Cum dripped onto his waiting
tongue, and sprayed thickly onto his face. The boy went to lick it from his
lips, but instead was met with Jotaro’s yet again. The man invaded his mouth,
their tongues both swirling the hot white substance between them. Josuke’s
hands again tried to relieve himself. They were grabbed by Star Platinum’s, and
forcefully pulled above his head as he pressed against the headboard.
The Stand’s powerful arms held him there with bruising force against his
wrists. His half-lidded eyes watched as Jotaro removed his pants completely,
and teasingly began running his hand up Josuke’s still clothed thigh.
“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked, not looking up.
Josuke swallowed down a lump in his throat and tried to nod without seeming too
eager.
“Why me?” the man then said.
The boy let out a shuddered breath, wriggling slightly, “Its dangerous. I’ve
always had someone looking out for me, keeping me safe. I just want to
experience something… different.”
Jotaro crawled up and over Josuke’s body, his thighs on either side of the
boy’s waist. He gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Josuke. You have to be
absolutely sure about this. Once we go… all the way, there’s no going back.
Please, just tell me to stop. It doesn’t have to be me. You can do this with
somebody else.”
“I want to go all the way because its with you, Jotaro.” He looked away a bit
shyly, “I trust you. So, please… please, just fuck me.” His hips raised and
legs pressed firmly together. The bulge in the front of his pants had become
slightly wet as pre-cum had seeped through the fabric.
It had been awhile since he’d heard those words spoken so sincerely. The last
time though, they’d been spoken by a blinded redhead in a hospital room, not
long before he’d lost his life.
If anything, this would be a coping mechanism.
The man made quick work of pulling off the teen’s pants and boxers in one
motion. Star Platinum released his wrists for what seemed like no more than a
second, and his shirt was gone. He lay there naked in front of his older
nephew, blushing and turning his head to the side.
“Jotaro,” he mumbled through pouted lips, “Can I request one thing?”
“What is it?”
“Please… make it rough.”
Well, if he wanted it that way, Jotaro would oblige.
Star Platinum once again held the boy’s wrists, yanking him up suddenly. He lay
there, fully exposed before the other male. His body stretched as his chest
heaved up and down with each breath.
Jotaro took to his throat, adding more and more marks to the collection that
were already there. He flattened his palm and rubbed the underside of Josuke’s
cock, less gently than he normally would have. The kid already seemed to be
quaking in pleasure. His body shivered with each stroke.
The teens hips restlessly rolled upwards into Jotaro’s palm, wanting more
friction. He increased his pace whenever Jotaro’s teeth his sink into his skin
and graze down his chest.
He took one of Josuke’s perky pink nipples into his mouth.
The boy nearly screamed.
He rimmed his tongue around the nub, rolling it between his teeth.
Why was he doing this? Why didn’t he just say no? Why didn’t he refuse the boy?
Perhaps it was because he wanted it as well. Did he secretly hope that Josuke
would could through with it?
All those images he’d seen in his head; by far the real thing was better.
Josuke was slim with light muscle definition. He had decently broad shoulders
with a defined collar bone. His pectorals were nowhere near as bulked as
Jotaro’s himself. They laid fairly flat against his chest. Shockingly, the
boy’s waist was tiny. He nearly had a perfect hourglass figure. It really was
remarkable. Even so, despite his fairly toned upper body, his hips were soft
and wide, leading to equally pillowy thighs. He wasn’t ‘chubby’ by any means,
he was quite slim really. He just really did have a very feminine frame.
Maybe that’s what drew Jotaro in. He’d always been fond of that femininity in
men. With that body, paired with his gorgeous face and plump lips; Josuke was a
sight to behold. Especially so when he was moaning and groaning, digging his
ass into the mattress like a fussy child who was throwing a tantrum.
“Joootaro… pleease…” he whined.
Jotaro gave him nothing but his mouth and the palm of his hand thus far. It was
time to change things up.
Star Platinum released his grip and disappeared, leaving just the two.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
He did so.
Jotaro raised his hand and brought it down with a cracking slap against
Josuke’s bare bottom. His body lurched forward and he yelped. Jotaro repeated
the action, then with both hands, grabbed a handful of the boy’s ass. He spread
him open, taking a good look at the pink rimmed hole that was begging to be
taken.
Without hesitation, Jotaro brought his tongue to it, tracing around the
entrance.
Josuke’s elbows weakened and gave out beneath him, leaving his ass in the air
and his face in the comforter.
“Up.” Jotaro once again ordered, slapping Josuke’s ass.
He did as he was told, weakly bringing himself back up. Jotaro continued
lapping at his puckered hole, occasionally prodding it inside the ring of
muscle.
”O-oh fuck… fuck yeah…” Josuke groaned, biting his lip. His eyes were shut
tight, simply enjoying the feeling of being manhandled by his nephew.
The boy’s hole was now thoroughly wet with saliva. It wasn’t the greatest when
it came to lubricant, but it was better than nothing. Jotaro hadn’t really
thought that he’d need something like lube when he came to Morioh. Who’d have
known that he’d end up fucking his uncle? Reaching his hand around, he shoved
his fingers into Josuke’s mouth and the boy knew almost instinctively to suck.
His tongue circled the digits, leaving a trail of spit when they left his mouth
to instead be slipped inside him.
Jotaro’s fingers poked around inside Josuke, knowing exactly where to press
down to elicit a response from the boy. But he didn’t want that, no. He wanted
to drag it on as long as he could. That’s whats Josuke wanted, right? To be
used?
Another finger slid in, scissoring open the boy’s entrance. The sounds coming
from him were indescribable.
After adding one more finger to the mix, Jotaro grew impatient with himself. He
was hard again and wanted relief.
Sitting back, he called to Josuke, “Come here, sit on my lap.”
He did as he was told, feeling Jotaro’s erection pulse against his ass;
dangerously close now. His arms looped over the man’s broad shoulders as he
gently bumped their noses together. Their lips entwined, Jotaro ran his hands
down the boy’s back, stopping at the dip of his lumbar region. The curve of his
ass was amazing. It wasn’t as obvious under his clothes, but the kid had some
great assets.
“You’re sure?” He whispered, still hesitating.
“Yeah…” Josuke responded, now seeming a bit less energetic. The reality of it
was hitting him now. He wanted it, more than anything, but his nephew was
right. It would change things. Once they went all the way there was no going
back. They could get in big trouble. No doubt Jotaro would probably be disowned
by the family if anyone found out.
A secret then.
He could keep a secret.
He’d be Jotaro’s little skeleton in the closet. He was okay with that.
“You still want me to be rough with you? I’ll warn you, it’ll hurt even if I’m
gentle.”
Josuke pursed his lips, turning his gaze for a second. “Well… Maybe not too
rough….”
“Good boy,” Jotaro smiled, burying his face into Josuke’s splotched neck to
kiss it tenderly.
He really hated the idea of using just saliva for lubricant, especially when
Josuke was a virgin. Just with his fingers, he could tell the teen was tight,
God, so tight.
“Hold on,” he mumbled. Star Platinum came into view beside them, opening up the
drawer in the bedside table next to them.
He rummaged through it as Jotaro kept Josuke occupied with the trailing kisses
down his neck. The Stand returned shortly after, dropping a small bottle into
his user’s hand before disappearing again. Jotaro looked at the object; a small
bit of hand lotion, not even the good kind. He sighed and tightened his fist
around it. Well, it was better than nothing.
Behind Josuke’s back, he blindly opened the lid and squeezed some of the lotion
onto his palm. He rubbed it between both his hands, and then thoroughly slicked
the length of his cock.
“Relax, okay? Don’t tense up,” he instructed.
Josuke nodded, his arms clinging more firmly to the man’s shoulders. With one
hand, he slipped a finger inside Josuke, just to prepare him one last time.
With the other, he held the base of his length, positioning himself to take
Josuke as painlessly as possible. Without even being asked, the boy sat up a
bit, allowing better access.
Jotaro removed his finger and lined himself up at Josuke’s entrance. He pushed
up as the boy lowered himself. The second the head of his cock began pushing at
the ring of muscle, Josuke’s nails dug into Jotaro’s skin. His eyes shut tight
and brows bunched up. He was obviously in deep concentration, trying to not
focus on the discomfort.
“Easy… easy… relax,” Jotaro cooed into the shell of the teen’s ear, hot breath
making him shiver.
It was agonizing, the pace of it all. Jotaro just wanted to be inside already,
fucking his uncle senseless. When the tip was all the way inside, he let out a
sigh of relief. Atleast the hard part was over.
Josuke was still clinging to him, biting his bottom lip enough to puncture the
skin slightly.
“Okay… I’m going to put it all in, Josuke, relax.”
He nodded.
Taking both his hands, he held the boy by the waist, easing him down.
All sorts of sounds gurgled in his throat as his mouth fell agape. He breathed
heavily and shakily as Jotaro’s girth filled him completely. He felt like he
was going to break.
It was in. All in.
He gave Josuke a moment to adjust, but he doubted it would help much. He knew
that he was ‘blessed’ and well endowed. He felt bad for having to be Josuke’s
first experience.
“I’m going to move now…”
Carefully he pulled out, just an inch or so, and pushed back in. Even this
caused Josuke to squeal.
He tried again. Same response.
“Does it hurt?” he asked with concern and he paused to look at the boy.
“Y-yeah…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he peeked open his eyes. His tongue wetted his lips. “I like it.”
This kid was something else.
But Jotaro wasn’t one to disappoint.
Giving no other response, he pulled out again, this time nearly all the way;
then, slammed back up.
Another shriek left the boy, but he ignored it.
With no more hesitations, he let himself go. He wouldn’t worry about Josuke’s
comfort. He said he wanted it rough, he said he liked the pain.
The teen embraced the larger man as he thrusted in and out of him. It felt so
weird. But, it also felt right. The way Jotaro filled him… Even with just his
cock inside, unmoving, he stretched him out. He filled every little bit of
space inside him. It hurt. There was no denying it. But it was so, so good.
Tiny pained ‘ah’s left his lips with each slap of Jotaro’s hips against his
ass. He wanted to touch himself so badly, he wanted to amplify the sensations
he was feeling. Before he could make a move though, Jotaro was changing things
up.
He pushed Josuke from him, not allowing the boy to hold onto him anymore.
He could almost tell was the man was thinking. It was obvious by the way he
looked at him, eyes hungry, like an animal. He was staring at his body.
It was just what Josuke wanted. Yes. He loved it. Did he want to be loved by
Jotaro? Did he want some sort of meaningful relationship? No.
He had a crush on him, sure. But, it was less of a crush, and more of an insane
desire to be dominated by his nephew. He wanted to be nothing more that a fuck-
toy for him. That was the validation he sought.
He leaned back, propping his hands behind him on Jotaro’s thighs as he bounced
up and down on his dick. It was so huge. He really did think he might tear
open.
Josuke left himself fully exposed before the other man. He stretched himself
out and contorted his back to give Jotaro the best view.
“Do you like this…?” he panted, eyeing the dark haired man.
He grunted a response.
“Is this how you want me? Riding you?”
This time Jotaro was silent.
“Fuck man… You’re so big,” he winced slightly, “I’m kind of jealous.”
He talked too much. It was…. annoying.
Jotaro’s hands swiftly rose to Josuke’s battered neck. Wrapping around them,
his fingers pressed down on his beating pulse.
“Shut up.”
Josuke smirked, sucking in a shallow breath, “Yes sir…”
Jotaro released him. He leaned forward, forcing the teen onto his back.
He hooked his hands behind either of Josuke’s knees, pushing them up to his
chest. From this angle, he could get even deeper.
His hips snapped back and forth mercilessly. Josuke wailed and gasped, his arms
lazily splayed above his head.
The bed creaked and jostled with the intensity of Jotaro’s movements.
He really did feel bad for Josuke.
It wasn’t long before he got sense of a warm feeling. Josuke’s face twisted and
his teeth gritted. Jotaro looked down.
“Josuke, you’re bleeding.”
“I-I don’t care, keep going… pl-please. I’m almost, ah…ah…” his head feel to
the side, he breathed harshly through his nose.
Goddammit. This kid.
He was nearing his limit as well. He really didn’t want to do this. The kid was
bleeding for fuck’s sake. What had he done? What was he doing?
Surely bending over to kiss the boy wasn’t the correct answer, but it was the
one he was going with.
Josuke’s legs wrapped around the larger man’s waist.
Jotaro’s fingers tangled into the boy’s messed hair, eyes closed, and lips
smacking against the other’s.
Noticeably, Josuke’s hips rose and he grew stiff. He quivered, breath puffing
onto Jotaro’s cheek from his nose. The man didn’t relent. With the last of his
energy, he rolled his hips wildly, forcing himself as deep as possibly, hitting
the boy’s sensitive spot hard enough to make him come right there.
The hot whiteness splattered across both of their stomachs. Josuke whined into
Jotaro’s mouth.
Only a few moments later, Jotaro tensed as well, shoving his tongue down
Josuke’s throat as he came inside him. He rode out his orgasm, a few last
thrusts before he pulled out of the sticky mess.
Josuke laid flat against the bed, staring up at the man, eyes barely open. His
chest heaved, breathing raggedly.
Now that he looked at him, Jotaro was even more ashamed. He was speckled in
hickies, covered in cum, some still sticking in his hair. His skin was red and
hot both from intoxication and exertion.
He couldn’t be sexier.
Shit.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. He got up
off the bed, mumbling “Shit. Shit. Shit,” under his breath. He shuffled to the
bathroom, he needed to clean himself up and clear his head.
What did he do?
He’d never live this down.
Shit.
‘Kakyoin. Forgive me.’
End Notes
     Wrote most of this on my phone before going into work most days.
     I apologize its so janky aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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