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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Kishibe_Rohan, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Scent_Kink, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Foot_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-13 Completed: 2017-10-26 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4808
****** Property ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Rohan becomes enamored by Josuke's scent
Notes
     HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU-KNOW-WHO-YOU-ARE, SORRY THERE'S NO DICK
     SLAPPING IN THIS
***** Chapter 1 *****
Form the very first time Rohan met the boy, he hated him. He was loud, gaudy,
immature, and an all-around nuisance to Rohan’s peace. He was surprised that
Josuke wasn’t an alpha, considering all these facts.
But that was the thing. Josuke was an omega, and Rohan was incrediblyaware of
that fact. For whatever godforsaken reason, Josuke’s scent was almost
overbearing, a sweet and tangy smell that made Rohan’s mouth water and his head
fuzzy.
No one else seemed so acutely affected by the teen’s scent. It was only ever
Rohan who covered his nose when Josuke was near, who couldn’t get a clear
thought to string coherently against his tongue.
“What’s his problem?” Josuke had said on one such occasion, his face scrunched
up in annoyance as he looked at Rohan.
“You reek.” Rohan retorted before picking his things up and leaving promptly,
the sound of Koichi and Okuyasu comforting Josuke and reassuring him that he in
fact didnot reek only hazily reaching him.
It was easy enough to avoid the teen. He locked himself in his house and worked
until his fingers would feel numb and clumsy, losing himself in Pink Dark Boy,
finding that when he was in such a state Josuke was the furthest from his mind.
But when he would work himself to a point of exhaustion and finally collapse
into his bed at night, Josuke’s stupid face would fill his thoughts and make
him toss and turn.
Why?
He asked that to himself again and again, and the only conclusion he could come
to was a grim one.
Rohan had come to the realization long ago that he was a beta. His scent had
never come in thick and strong like an alpha, nor had any alpha ever been
interested in him. Sexual urges for either breed had never budded within him,
so the logical conclusion was that he was in between, a beta. He prided himself
on that fact, he wasn’t one of those animalistic heathens who couldn’t control
themselves.
But now…
He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but after a handful of nights rutting
into his pillow and trying to recall Josuke’s scent in the throes of his
desperation, he knew it was undeniable.
Josuke was his mate.
The revelation relieved him to a degree, but it also filled him with a seething
rage.
That fucking Higashikata, ever since I met him he’s made my life hell. He
wallowed in his despairing thoughts as he looked at the blank page on his
writing desk, his creativity drying up and being replaced with feral need. He
doesn’t deserve me. But even as these thoughts sulkily paraded through his
mind, fantasies of holding the teen down and breeding him fast and rough were
always flickering behind his eyes.   
 
He called Josuke. Just the sound of the teen’s voice was enough to make him
feel frantic, but his voice was smooth and businesslike as he talked.
To his surprise, Josuke agreed to come to Rohan’s house.
He paced the first floor, constantly peeking through the curtains and watching
the clock on his wall.
He finally forced himself to sit on the couch, deciding instead to rehearse
what he had planned on a loop until the doorbell finally rang.
When it did, Rohan held himself back from hopping up. Instead, he stood calmly
and made his way to the door. As soon as it was open he felt his legs turn to
jelly and his stomach tighten. There was that fucking scent again, sweet and
acidic like freshly sliced tangerines, washing over him in a dizzying wave.
Josuke smiled awkwardly at him and shuffled on his feet, seeming oblivious to
the burning desire Rohan had to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then.
“So uh…you wanted to talk? Or something?”
“Come in.” Rohan’s voice sounded strained to his own ears, but the teen was too
dense to pick up on anything, it seemed.
Rohan led him into the parlor before telling Josuke to sit. Already, things
weren’t going as he had planned. He was being too odd, too fishy, but Josuke
truly was the most thick-headed person in all of Morioh. He flopped on the
couch and looked expectantly at him, twiddling his thumbs atop his lap.
Swallowing the copious amount of saliva that filled his mouth, Rohan left the
room without a word and made his way into the kitchen, where he prepared two
glasses of lemonade with his trembling hands.
Josuke was still sitting obediently on the couch when Rohan returned and placed
a glass in his hands.
“Thanks…” Josuke looked confused but took a polite sip nonetheless. “So like…”
He spun the glass slowly between his hands as Rohan took a seat next to him.
“What did you wanna talk about?”
“Us.” Rohan said simply, before elaborating. “Specifically, our relationship.”
“Huh.” Josuke didn’t seem to expect the line of conversation. “What about it?”
Rohan took a deep drink from his glass, and Josuke mimicked the action.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting a little more…hostile, than
usual.”
“I mean, not really.” Josuke said cautiously, wiping the back of his mouth and
setting his half-finished lemonade on the table—without a coaster under the
perspiring glass, to Rohan’s annoyance. “I haven’t really seen you lately.” He
thought for a moment. “Though you were an ass the last time we saw each other,
but that’s not really anything new.” Josuke twiddled his fingers again briefly
before smoothing out his slacks across his thighs. “And, just for the record, I
don’t reek.” He added almost sulkily.
“You don’t.” Rohan confirmed, setting his own glass down. “It’s more that your
smell is…overwhelming. At least to me, it is.”
“Well I can’t help it.” Josuke looked defensive. “Is that why you made me come
here? To talk about my smell?”
Rohan scooted closer, bringing his mouth next to the teen’s neck. There, right
behind his ear, Rohan could smell the scent even better. Fuck, it was enough to
make his whole body feel like it was submerged in a hot bath. “I wanted to talk
about how your smell makes me feel, Josuke.” The name was drawn out and Rohan
could feel the scent in his mouth, as if the boy’s name itself tasted sweet.
Rohan could see Josuke swallow. “How you feel…?”
With a hum Rohan came even closer, his nose nearly brushing Josuke’s pretty
skin. He could see the blue vein in Josuke’s neck fluttering with his quick
heartbeat. “More importantly, Josuke, how does my scent make you feel?”
“It’s—” Josuke swallowed again and tilted his head up just the slightest as
Rohan’s nose brushed his neck. “It’s like freshly cut wood…and the….the smell
in the air when it’s about to rain…”
Rohan was intrigued by his answer. He himself had no idea what his scent was
like, so hearing such poetic, specific phrasing made his stomach drench in
heat. “Do you like it, Josuke? My scent?”
“I…” Josuke shook his head and leaned back on the couch. “I feel weird…”
“I like your scent, Josuke.” Rohan ran a hand up Josuke’s stomach, then his
chest. “I’d go as far as to say that I love it.”
Josuke looked hazily at Rohan’s hand, his head seeming to wobble unsteadily on
his neck before looking to the man. “I think….I think I should go home.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Josuke.” Rohan squeezed gently at Josuke’s
swollen pectoral. “With the drugs in your system, you probably wouldn’t make
it.”
Josuke’s eyes were cloudy but a panicked sheen covered them at Rohan’s words.
He made to get up from the couch but immediately fell to the floor. Rohan was
on him in an instant, his smaller frame draped over the teen’s back. Josuke let
out a raspy yell and tried to buck him off, but only succeeded in falling
further onto the floor, now sprawled out on his stomach.
“I can smell it, Josuke.” Rohan said manically, rutting his aching cock against
the teen’s plump ass. “I could smell your arousal since you stepped into my
home.”
Josuke cried out weakly and tried to throw him off again, but the drug had
taken its effect and was making his efforts flimsy.
“You’ve known it, haven’t you Josuke?” Rohan lifted himself enough to yank
Josuke’s pants down and show off his pale, fat ass. “That I’m the one who’s
supposed to mate you.” He grabbed a handful of one of Josuke’s cheek and
squeezed it before pulling his own pants down.
“R-Rohan,” Josuke’s voice was trembling and wet with tears. “P-p-please, no—”
“You knew,” Rohan breathed, wasting no time in falling back against Josuke’s
broad back and rubbing his bare cock against the teen’s exposed ass. “You knew
I was your alpha.” He rutted his hips a few times before lifting his hips and
snaking a hand between them to guide his cock between Josuke’s ass cheeks. He
was surprised to find that Josuke’s hole was already sloppily wet with natural
lubricants.
“Your body knows it too!” Rohan plunged in without warning, feeling his whole
body go rigid in pleasure, even as Josuke’s went rigid in pain. “Fuck,
fuckJosuke—”
 He collapsed into a messy rhythm as Josuke cried out small protests between
hiccupping sobs. Rohan buried his head in the junction between Josuke’s neck
and shoulder, losing himself in that wonderful scent.
“You’re mine,” Rohan bit into Josuke’s neck, sucking roughly before pulling off
with a ragged pant. “Mine, mine to breed, Josuke, Josuke—”
His orgasm came all too quickly in his excited fervor and he made sure to bury
his cock as deep as he could as semen spurted thickly from him. All he could
bring himself to do was repeat the teen’s name over and over as his vision grew
blurred and his body went limp.
Even as his cock grew oversensitive he kept it inside of Josuke, not wanting to
be apart from him. He rubbed his nose against the scent gland behind Josuke’s
ear and hugged the big body under him. “You’re mine, Josuke.”
Josuke’s only reply was to cry quietly into the carpet.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Josuke shows up on Rohan's porch one night
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Rohan hadn’t left the house since the incident with Josuke. They both had
fallen asleep after the assault, and when Rohan had awoken later on, Josuke was
gone. He had at least hoped to apologize (apologize might be a strong
word…explain himself, yes, he wanted to explain why he had done such a thing)
but the teen had left without a trace.
For the first few days, Rohan expected the cops to knock down his door at any
time. For the rest of the week, he slept in a chair by the door, expecting one
or two of Josuke’s friends to come and try to knock a few of his teeth loose.
But it seemed that Josuke had kept tight lipped about the ordeal. No one came
to pay him a visit, and he was left with a heavy, unpleasant feeling in his
stomach.
Guilt?
Maybe. He didn’t care enough to delve into the intricacies of the black knot
that seemed to grow and writhe within him with each passing day, much less give
it a label.
The first time someone had come to his door, he felt a sense of relief.
Finally, retribution for his actions. Something as heinous as what he had done
couldn’t simply be overlooked without any repercussions.
He opened the door and Josuke was there, his brow knotted with anger—no,
perhaps not. Confusion? Uncertainty?
“Here for some payback, Higashikata?” Rohan had said casually enough, leaning
against the doorframe.
“I…”
Rohan watched the teen swallow and try to form words, but they seemed to be
stuck on his tongue.
“Out with it, kid.”
Josuke looked offended at that. “I’m not a kid.”
Hey, at least Rohan had gotten him to talk. “Whatever you say.”
Josuke face scrunched in annoyance and he raised a finger, thought for a
second, shook his head, then turned and walked off the porch. Rohan watched him
until he could no longer be seen. Even still, that citrus smell seemed to
linger in his foyer for far too long.
Perhaps Rohan should have let him talk, instead of being so rude.
Another week passed. Rohan spent a lot of his time hovering over the phone. He
wasn’t sure if he was waiting for it to ring, or if he was waiting to get the
courage to call.
Nearly three weeks after the incident, in the dead of night, a knock came at
his door. Rohan had an erratic sleep schedule—especially lately—so he was awake
and able to make his way immediately to the door.
He didn’t feel curious about who was at his house at nearly two in the morning.
A part of him knew instinctively.
He opened the door and had to fight to remain upright as Josuke’s scent nearly
knocked him on his ass.
“Rohan.”
The teen looked like a total mess. He was in his uniform pants and his yellow
tank top, the thin material dark around the neck and armpits. His pompadour was
falling to pieces and limp, strands of it plastered to his forehead with sweat.
His face, always ready with a smile or a snarl, was slack and flushed, his eyes
darting restlessly even as his eyelids threatened to droop closed.  
“Rohan,” Josuke said his name again on a breathless whine as he took a shaky
step forward.
“Jesus,” Rohan caught the bulk of Josuke as he nearly collapsed. “What
happened?”
Josuke’s arms loosely wrapped around him and he leaned his weight against
Rohan, an awkward affair considering the height advantage the teen had on him.
“Fuck,” Josuke breathed in deeply before nuzzling his nose into the crook of
Rohan’s neck and breathing in again, “Fuck, Rohan—”
He could feel the cold sweat that drenched Josuke even through his own clothes.
Even still, the teen felt like a furnace, an immense heat was rolling off of
him in waves. “Are you…” With difficulty he pried the boy off of him and held
him at an arm’s distance. “Are you in heat?” If the overwhelming smell
radiating from the teen didn’t tell him his answer, the desperate look on
Josuke’s face sealed the deal.
“Please, Rohan—” Josuke reached for him with a shaking hand but Rohan merely
batted it away.
“Come inside. And close the door behind you.”
When he turned, Josuke grabbed at his shirt but his weak grip was easy to break
from. Rohan made his way to the living room, Josuke following close behind, his
hot, panted breath fluttering over his head.
After briefly debating with himself, Rohan took a seat in one of his chairs.
Josuke stood before him, his broad chest heaving and a very clear erection
pressing against his thigh.
“So.” Rohan steepled his fingers and looked over the teen. “How have things
been?”
“Rohan.” Josuke took an impatient step towards him but didn’t dare go further.
“What is it, Josuke?”
Josuke’s bottom lip trembled for the briefest moment. “Please…”
“Please what?” Rohan pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow.
“Rohan!” Josuke stumbled another step forward, very nearly looking like a child
stomping their foot. “P-please.”
Rohan leaned forward in his chair and looked up at Josuke through his
eyelashes. “Tell me what you want, or I won’t be able to help you.”
“You know…you know what I need.” Josuke fell to his knees, right between
Rohan’s legs, his face every bit as pleading as a sinner at an altar. “Do it
again…please.”
“Hmph.” Rohan lifted one of his legs and pressed it against Josuke’s chest. “Do
what?”
Josuke’s contorted as if he were in pain as he grabbed Rohan’s slender calf.
“Why’re you being so cruel?”
Rohan let his cold face relax somewhat as he looked Josuke over. He lifted his
leg and let his toes caress Josuke’s jaw. The teen whined and the hands on his
calf kneaded the soft muscle eagerly.
“I’ll fuck you, but first, I’d like you to answer a few questions.”
Josuke hung his head, causing a fat bead of sweat to fall onto Rohan’s pants.
Rohan took his silence as compliance and began.
“What does it feel like? Being in heat?”
Josuke scoffed and squeezed Rohan’s calf. “It’s miserable.”
“How so?”
Silence.
Rohan sighed and brought his foot down Josuke’s abs, enjoying the feeling of
them tightening underneath his soft ministration. “I’ll reward you for each of
your answers.” He brought his toes to the waist band of Josuke’s pants. “So
I’ll ask again. Why is it miserable?”
Josuke rolled his hips into the air impatiently and looked up at Rohan, his
face twisted in desperation. “It….it hurts. I can’t…get relief, no matter how
hard I try.”
Rohan brought his foot down further until he felt the bulge of Josuke’s base.
He let his toes flew experimentally around the girth of it, and Josuke let out
a hiccupping whine as the muscles in his thighs trembled.
“Good boy….now tell me, what have you tried to get some relief?”
Josuke scoffed again and threw his head back tiredly, letting it loll to the
side as he answered. “What do you think?”
Rohan applied pressure roughly to the base, making Josuke yip out a surprised
sound of pain.
“Answer the question, Higashikata.”
Josuke groaned and shuddered as Rohan’s foot eased up. “I’ve…masturbated. Even
when I cum, my body still hurts.”
Rohan hummed and let his foot trace the line of Josuke’s cock. It was almost a
shame he was a beta, considering the impressiveness of his dick.
“Did you try fingering yourself?” 
Josuke’s eyes slid closed and he grimaced. “Yes.”
“Did you think of me fucking you while you did it?”
Josuke swallowed thickly and clenched his eyes shut tighter. “Yes.”
Feeling a wave of hot satisfaction roll in his stomach, Rohan brought his toes
to the tip of Josuke’s cock and let them wiggle against it. Josuke’s reaction
was intense and immediate. He keened high in his throat and hunched forward as
his hips began bucking in small circles.
“Did you like when I raped you?”
Rohan was absolutely not expecting Josuke to leap up from the floor. The teen
was on him faster than he could blink, and the next thing he knew the chair was
tipping over backwards and the world was tilting before he was slammed onto the
ground, his legs in the air. He tried to suck in a breath but the weight of
Josuke on top of him was making it damn near impossible. Escape seemed out of
the question too, considering the fact that Josuke had him effectively
pinned—not that he wanted to escape.
“I’m tired of your games.” Josuke breathed hotly against his face before
licking needily at his jaw. “You took what you wanted, so I can do the same.”
Rohan was shocked at the turn events, but pleasantly so. He had never seen
Josuke so fiery before, so in control. Rohan’s loss of dominance in the
situation only turned him on more. He writhed under Josuke as he protested, but
it was all just for show.
“Don’t whine.” Josuke bit Rohan’s bottom lip and growled lowly as he began
rutting desperately against him. “You have no idea how much I need this.”
Oh, but I do, Rohan thought to himself as he fought against Josuke and
purposely rolled his body more firmly against him. Why do I think I went to
such lengths to fuck you in the first place?
Josuke plundered his mouth unskillfully, not giving Rohan a chance to make any
sort of protest over a whine. He spread his fingers out and ran them hungrily
over Rohan’s sides, focusing on the curve of his ribs and the dip of his
stomach. Rohan fought back a shudder and a laugh, finding that his sides were
incredibly ticklish.
"Jos-- nngh, Josuke, don't--" His voice was slightly higher than usual as
Josuke felt him up, plucking at his nipples with rough, broad fingertips. 
A particularly rough pull to one of his swollen buds made him yip in pain. That
made Josuke stop enough to pull away and look at him curiously. Rohan batted
Josuke’s hand away and rubbed his nipple sulkily.
“I have sensitive nipples, you oaf.”
Josuke’s eyes had been hazed over with lust, but a thread of sanity reached
them as he grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry.”
Even with the moment of clarity Josuke’s body still moved insistently against
his own, his hips grinding and bucking impatiently.
“Get up already.” Rohan pushed at Josuke’s chest. “I let you have your fun.”
Josuke looked like he was about to protest but Rohan found the teen’s hard
nipple and twisted it cruelly. Unlike him, Josuke seemed to enjoy the pain,
giving an eager whine and shutting his eyes. It made his cock ache to a painful
degree, and he could feel precum bubbling at his swollen tip.
"You’re a real slutty kid, Higashikata," Rohan rolled the nipple between his
fingers before giving it another hard twist. Josuke bucked his hips roughly
against him and moaned deep in his throat.
Rohan smacked an irritated kiss against Josuke’s lips. “Get. Up.”
Josuke whined like a scolded puppy but did as he was told, though it was
awkward considering their position. As soon as Rohan was free he clumsily got
up from the chair and brushed himself off. Josuke stood in front of him,
wringing his hands together impatiently.  
Rohan rolled his fingers in the air. “Get undressed.” He thought for a second
as Josuke stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the side. “Leave your
underwear, though. I want to take them off myself.”
Josuke nearly stumbled as he stripped off his pants but made a good recovery.
Rohan didn’t even have a chance to make fun of him for it, because he was too
focused on the thick cock that was tenting his purple underwear.
“Get on your back and lift your legs.”
Josuke did and as he lifted his legs into the air, Rohan could see a dark patch
on the fabric around his asshole. Rohan took off his own shirt and undid his
pants as he breathed in deeply, the slightly salty scent of Josuke’s natural
lubricant reaching his nose and making his mouth water.
When Rohan was naked he lowered himself onto the carpet, between Josuke’s
spread legs. He grabbed Josuke under his knees and forced his legs up higher
before pressing his nose into the crease of Josuke’s ass and smelling deeply.
The light saltiness of sweat mixed with the scent of Josuke’s arousal and it
nearly made him insane with the need to plunge into the wet heat that was
waiting for him.
“You’re absolutely drenched, Josuke.” Rohan lowered Josuke’s legs enough to
kiss at his stomach before snagging the waistband of his underwear between his
teeth. Josuke watched him with a flushed, needy face as Rohan slowly pulled the
underwear down low enough for his swollen cock to spring free.
He placed soft kisses against Josuke’s pubes, placing them against the base of
his dick. Every kiss made Josuke pant and whine, and the veiny length of his
cock bobbed and twitched like a living thing.
Finally, Rohan let his tongue flatten out as he licked one slow, fat stripe
along the underside of Josuke’s cock. Josuke let out something akin to a sob
and his entire body trembled as he fought to stay still. Rohan flicked his
tongue along the boy’s leaking slit before sitting up and grinning down at him.
“You’re pretty tasty, Josuke. But you don’t want my mouth, do you?” He grabbed
Josuke’s boxers and pulled them off slowly. He balled the fabric up and sniffed
them again before tossing them to the side. “You want me to fill you up, don’t
you?”
Josuke spread his legs wider in response, showing off his sloppily lubricated
hole, the dark, fine hairs in his ass plastered to his skin. Rohan grabbed his
cock, fighting back a shudder at the feeling of his own cool fingertips
handling his engorged member.
“Hold your ass open for me.”
Seeming past complaints or modesty, Josuke did, his fingers sinking into the
fat of his ass cheeks.
“Lewd.” Rohan grinned at Josuke again before rubbing the bottom side of his
cock between Josuke’s spread ass cheeks, the lubricant making it slippery and
warm.
“Fuck,” Josuke breathed as he threw his head back onto the carpet and his
fingers dug more into his own skin. “Fuck, please—”
“You’re cute when you beg, Josuke.” Rohan lined his tip up with Josuke’s
puckering hole. “Usually, I’d make you do it more, but—” He slid the tip in
with little resistance, making the teen mewl and shake. Rohan put a steadying
hand on the ground next to Josuke’s head and breathed in deeply. “You’ve got me
quite worked up, you know.”
Rohan slid his cock in to the base with one thrust, Josuke’s wet ass squelching
and his hot walls clinging desperately to him.
“Oh god, R-Rohan--!”
Josuke’s hands left his ass and roamed up his own body, seeming unsure what to
do. Rohan started with a gentle rhythm, trying not to push himself or Josuke
into an early orgasm, though it might be impossible with ho worked up Josuke
was at the moment.
“Does it feel good?” Rohan breathed, churning his hips and fighting back the
urge to fuck him viciously.
“Y-yeah, oh god, so good, so…” Josuke threw an arm over his eyes as his back
arched off the ground before collapsing tiredly onto the carpet.
Rohan concentrated on Josuke’s heaving chest as he allowed himself to buck
once, twice, into the aching heat around him. Rohan bit back a moan as Josuke
let his own leak out unashamedly.
“Breed me,” Josuke’s voice was high and watery as he writhed on the ground, his
eyes still covered. “Breed me, please, Rohan—”
“Fuck,” Rohan hung his head and felt his body twitch and tighten with his
intense need.
He pulled Josuke’s hand away with a bit of resistance and was met with Josuke’s
violet eyes, red-rimmed and overflowing with dazed tears.
“Fuck, Josuke—” He let his body completely meld with Josuke’s and began to
pound into him tight and fast.
Without a better place to go, Josuke’s hands wrapped around Rohan’s back and
clung desperately to him as he was rocked with Rohan’s fervor. His moans turned
into frantic sobs as Rohan held nothing back. Rohan’s ass and thighs began to
burn from his exertion, but it only egged him to go faster, to go harder. His
breath was coming between shorter intervals, and the sounds of pleasure he had
been holding back came spilling out on every exhale.
He let his arm collapse so that he was nose-to-nose with the teen, and they
both inhaled each other’s noises, their breath hot and wet against each other’s
feverish skin.
“Josuke,” Rohan’s voice sounded completely different to his own ear, a
desperate whine between broken pants. “Josuke, do you, nngh—do you love me?”
Even in his heated state, his climax building quickly in his stomach, he knew
that it wasn’t a fair question to ask. But becausehe was in such a state, he
needed to know, even if the answer was only because Josuke was in the throes of
pleasure.
“I—” Josuke’s voice was a wet, wavering hiccup. “Rohan I—”
Rohan cut him off with a deep, intense kiss.
His orgasm poured though his body, every one of his nerves seeming to fire off,
his vision growing fuzzy and bright. He thrusted desperately into Josuke, his
mouth opening against the teen’s as he let out a frail cry.
Faintly, as if he were wearing earplugs, he could hear Josuke wailing out in
his own passion. The world seemed to lag as he looked down and saw Josuke’s red
cock jerking and splurting semen messily over his abdomen.
He closed his eyes and felt the tenseness in his body drain away. He felt
light-headed, so he took in a deep breath and could smell nothing but Josuke’s
citrusy scent. It acted as a sort of smelling salt and the numbness of his
orgasm slowly melted away, leaving him both oriented and incredibly tired.
He collapsed on Josuke as they both panted. His ear was against Josuke’s bare
chest, and he could hear the teen’s heart beating fast and warm. He felt sticky
and messy and sweaty and downright satisfied. By the small kisses Josuke placed
against his sweat-damp hair, he figured that the same went for the teen.
“Feel any better?”
“Loads.”
Rohan hummed a tired, pleased sound.
Chapter End Notes
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