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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:
      Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable), Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Scent_Kink, Armpit_Kink, Dry_Humping, Sweat,
      Licking, Scents_&_Smells, Dom/sub, Rimming
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-24 Words: 3694
****** Sweaty Needs ******
by carriejack03
Summary
     Josuke is always around after Jotaro has finished working out. Jotaro
     doesn't really mind.
Notes
     I haven't written about these two in a long time and I was feeling
     nostalgic.
     Read the tags before continuing, this is really full of kinks so you
     better watch out pfff
See the end of the work for more notes
Josuke closed the door behind him, he quietly took off his shoes and placed
them beside the wooden table where he knew they wouldn’t bother anyone. He
inhaled sharply, letting the perfume that stained the room fill him. It didn’t
smell like Jotaro at all, but it was fair since it was cleaned only a few hours
before.
Going to Jotaro’s hotel room had started to be a sort of ritual for Josuke, he
had begun to go there one day per week, but his visits had became more frequent
and now every day he was there. Josuke wanted to stop, he knew it wasn’t
healthy neither for him or Jotaro, but his handsome nephew was the only one
that could  relieve  him, the only person in the world that didn’t think as
Josuke as gross for the things he liked.
Josuke unbuckled the belt of his pants and let them drop to his ankles, he was
already half-hard but this was because he had thought about Jotaro all day
long, however he didn’t dare to touch himself, also because he wouldn’t be able
to cum anyway. Without Jotaro’s scent, Josuke was helpless.
He palmed his dick through his underwear, his balls felt heavy in his palm,
they were so full of cum they were going to pop if he didn’t get the release he
seeked. Josuke shook his head, remembering that he shouldn’t touch himself
while Jotaro wasn’t even there and decided to unbutton the top of his uniform,
leaving himself in his yellow undershirt.
He had just finished to fold it when he heard the door clicking open. Josuke
froze, all of his muscles tensed and he clenched his jaw to not shout. He
counted five seconds in his mind, just enough for him to hear Jotaro lock the
door before he turned towards him and ran to meet his nephew.
Jotaro didn’t seem surprised to find him there, he merely arched an eyebrow at
his presence, but Josuke didn’t care about it. He wrapped his arms around his
torso, burying his face in his chest. Jotaro didn’t reciprocate the embrace, he
just stood there, waiting for Josuke to stop but not pushing him away either.
Josuke took a deep breath, the smell of sweat was intoxicating. Jotaro had been
working out for hours and Josuke was happy he had arrived before the man had
done his shower. He stayed there for a few seconds more before he forced
himself to pull back, his cock already rock hard in his underwear, strongly
pushing against the material.
Jotaro blinked at him unimpressed, he placed one hand on his waist to push him
aside. Josuke unwilling did that, watching with teary eyes Jotaro’s broad back
walking closer to his king-sized bed. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that hugged
his muscles perfectly, the black shorts he had on barely reached his knees and
made his junk stood out, but Josuke doubted anyone would complain for that
sight. His stomach made a flip when he saw the stains of sweat on his back and
under his armpits, Josuke felt his mouth salivating at the sight only.
Jotaro pushed his shoes and socks aside, then he took a seat on his bed. He lit
a cigarette and took a smoke, before his eyes found Josuke again. He exhaled
slowly before curling a finger to motion Josuke to come closer. The boy forced
himself to not run towards him and did as he was told, he took trembling steps
towards him before his knees sunk in the mattress and he crawled closer to his
nephew.
Jotaro watched him unimpressed, twirling the cigarette between his fingers. He
spread his legs slightly, but Josuke knew he shouldn’t be fooled by that. He
straddled one of his nephew’s thighs, placing his hands on his shoulders to be
more balanced, then he peered up to Jotaro, his long eyelashes baiting at the
sight in front of him.
Jotaro rubbed his knees against Josuke’s crotch for a moment, making his young
uncle let out a whine before he stilled his leg. He huffed, discarding the ash
of his cigarette on the ashtray beside him. “Already this hard? Hadn’t
yesterday been enough for you?”
Josuke hung his head down embarrassed, even the tips of his ears were red. “I-
I’m sorry-”
“No, you aren’t.” Jotaro cut him off, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He
grabbed a fistful of Josuke’s hair, forcing him to tilt his head up with a
harsh thug. “Give me a kiss, if it’s good enough I may listen to what you
want.”
Josuke whined, but after a few tense seconds he tilted his head up and pressed
their lips together. He had planned to go slow, but Jotaro was impatient today.
He opened his mouth when he felt his nephew’s tongue poking against his lips,
he let Jotaro eat him as much as he wanted. The taste of smoke was disgusting,
Josuke wanted to pull back but Jotaro’s grip on his hair seemed made of steal.
He was starting to feel lightheaded and moved his hips slightly so that his
balls could press against Jotaro’s thigh.
When his nephew was satisfied, he pulled back, two strings of drool were still
connecting their mouths but neither of them moved to clean them. Jotaro’s grip
on Josuke’s hair tightened before he released him. He placed the cigarette on
the ashtray after taking another puff of smoke, then he made himself more
comfortable against the pillows.
Josuke sniffed, he could smell the strong scent of sweat coming off from him,
but he knew better to dare to touch. He stayed there, unmoving, waiting for
Jotaro to speak first.
Finally, the man graced him with his attention, his expression didn’t let off
any emotion and his lips were pressed in a thin line, but there was a spark of
lust impressed in his eyes that was making Josuke’s knees weak. “Tell me what
you want.”
Josuke gulped, even after all the times he had done this, he was still
embarrassed but he knew that Jotaro wouldn’t allow him to do anything if he
didn’t do this. “I-I want to smell you.”
Jotaro didn’t move, his icy eyes bored into his. Josuke whined, tightening the
grip on his nephew’s shoulders. “I… I want to smell y-your sweaty b-body… w-
want to rub my d-dirty cock on y-your leg w-while I-I lick the s-s-sweat all o-
off y-you…”
“And?” Jotaro was merciless, Josuke always hoped he wouldn’t humiliate further,
but knew it was useless.
Josuke took a deep breath, his eyes were already filling with tears, his prize
was just there, he just needed to swallow his pride. “I-I’m a u-useless cunt,
w-who gets off by s-smelling my n-nephew dirty body… I-I’m grateful for y-your
mercy, sir, p-please allow this d-dirty bitch to have what he wants…”
Josuke felt his tears running on his cheeks. He hated calling himself names,
but Jotaro didn’t care. His nephew stayed silent for a few seconds, giving
Josuke time to get nervous, before he nodded satisfied and grabbed the hem of
his sweaty shirt, throwing it on the ground. He lifted one of his arms to put
it behind his head, letting the boy admire his sweaty armpit full of unshaved
black hairs. Josuke closed his eyes, letting the strong scent of sweat invade
him. It was so strong and masculine, just how he liked it.
He was ready to get his prize, but Jotaro’s clawed his side threatening and
Josuke eyed him worried. He whined before tilting his head to press his lips on
his cheek, lingering there a few seconds before pulling back. “T-Thank you,
sir.”
Jotaro released his side and Josuke knew he could begin. He pressed his nose in
his armpit, the hairs were tickling the bridge but Josuke ignore it. He nuzzled
his face against the sweaty skin, he sniffed a few times, letting the acrid
smell fill his lungs. It wasn’t exactly good, Josuke didn’t know what made him
so excited about it, maybe it was because it made him remember a strong scent
of lemon or maybe it was because it was just too intoxicating for him. Josuke
didn’t know, he didn’t understand where his needs came from, but it was useless
turning them away. He had reached the point where, if he couldn’t smell fresh
sweat (specifically Jotaro’s), he wasn’t able to cum.
Josuke pressed his nose against the bush of hairs again, he took a deep breath,
letting the musky scent fill him before he rubbed the tip against the skin. The
scent was so strong he could hardly breath, but he liked it so much he was
tearing up.
Josuke pressed his balls against Jotaro’s thigh, he thrusted his hips a few
times, filling the room with a  shhh  sound. The material of his underwear was
getting soaked, his dick was so hard it could barely be contained in his green
boxers.
His nails sunk in Jotaro’s skin, he was trying to get hold of himself but was
failing miserably. Josuke clenched his jaw, then ducked his head down to lift
it up again, taking a strong sniff all the way up. His thrusts became more
desperate, he was humping Jotaro’s leg like a bitch in heat but he had
discarded his pride long ago.
Jotaro shifted under him and it was the only warning Josuke got before a strong
hand grabbed his head and smashed his nose against his armpit. He was lucky
nothing was broken, but the sudden movement had cut him off his breath and the
pain he was feeling was making him lighthead.
“Be quick, bitch, I’m sweating like a pig and you aren’t helping.” It took
Josuke a second to understand what Jotaro wanted, but then he whimpered and
parted his lips, letting his pink tongue out.
With a little hesitation, Josuke began to lick the bush of sweaty hairs, begin
careful to not let any of them too close to his teeth or he could rip them out
(a previous mistake that his ass still remembered for all the hits it had
received). The taste wasn’t one of the best, the sweat was bitter and acrid at
the same time, it was unique, Josuke still couldn’t understand if he liked it
or not, but he knew better than stopping now.
A pleased sound came from Jotaro’s chest, the grip on his head lessened and he
began to stroke Josuke’s hair as a praise. The boy mewled, he loved when Jotaro
was gentle with him, it made him want to please him further.
Josuke lapped Jotaro’s skin, taking all the sweat on his tongue and stopped
only for swallowing it. His tongue was starting to get numb for all of that,
the skin was so dry, but Josuke kept going, he wanted to be good for Jotaro, he
wanted his nephew to praise him.
He hadn’t stopped his hips even for a second, his balls were starting to ache
for all the teasing, his dick was so hard he could see the shape of it through
his underwear, but he still didn’t stop. His lower abdomen was burning, he was
getting close to his release the more he licked, he wasn’t going to stop
anytime soon.
Josuke pressed his lips against the skin, he parted them slightly before he
sucked on the flesh. His arms wrapped around Jotaro’s chest, wanting to get
closer to him. Droll was running down his chin, he wasn’t even swallowing
anymore, just licking what he could before stopping to take a deep breath of
Jotaro’s heavenly scent. He was addicted to it, no matter what he did, Josuke
would always return to Jotaro and he knew his nephew knew that too, that’s why
he was rough with him all the time.
He jumped when Jotaro’s fingers grabbed a fistful of his round ass, squeezing
it harshly in his palm. Josuke whined against armpit, his mouth hung open for
the sudden pain, but his hips thrusted harder against Jotaro’s thigh.
Jotaro’s lips found his ear, he stayed there a few seconds, just enough to be
sure to have Josuke’s attention, before he spoke. “One day you’ll make me fuck
you, you’re going to beg for it and you’ll like it so much that you won’t be
able to run away from me.”
Josuke whined, fresh tears sprung from his eyes. The fingers on his ass
loosened their grip and they travelled up until he wrapped them around the back
of Josuke’s neck to shove him against him once again.
Josuke nodded, he pressed his face on the skin with his mouth open and his nose
buried in the dark hairs. He shut his eyes before letting out a scream, his
hips jerked forward and Josuke felt himself reaching his release. His underwear
got soaked in his own cum, but his mind was elsewhere to care.
He rubbed his balls against Jotaro’s thigh for a few seconds more to get the
last sparks of his orgasm before he stilled his body. Slowly, Josuke pulled
back from Jotaro’s armpit, his eyes fluttered open and his arms dropped on his
sides. His dick and balls felt uncomfortable in his soaked boxers, but he
didn’t dare to move to make it better.
After a few tense seconds, Josuke lifted his gaze to read Jotaro’s expression,
but he was disappointed when he saw that his nephew’s face hadn’t changed. He
looked bored, unblinking, his arm fell on his side numbly. It was like Josuke’s
enthusiasm hadn’t touched him. It hurt his pride a bit.
Jotaro sighed, he flicked Josuke’s cock through his underwear before he
retreated his hand. Josuke bit his lips to not moan and was ready to hear what
Jotaro was going to say, but the man remained silent.
Finally, Josuke’s eyes dropped on Jotaro’s crotch and saw how hard it was in
his shorts. Gulping, he glanced at his nephew and placed his trembling hands on
his chest, inching closer to him. “D-Do you want me to take care of you, s-
sir?”
Jotaro closed his eyes in thought before nodding. He pushed Josuke back so that
he could pull his shorts down and Josuke was surprised in seeing that he wasn’t
wearing underwear under them. Jotaro brought his knees to his chest before
spreading his legs to let Josuke nestle between them.
Jotaro’s cock was thick and long, he was covered in veins and the base was
surrounded by a bush of dark pubic hairs. His balls were heavy and round,
Josuke leaned his head closer to get a better look at them, to watch how red
they got by the passing of the seconds.
He parted his lips, ready to start from the base, when Jotaro’s fingers found
his hair once again and he was shoved back. Josuke hissed in pain, he glanced
up at Jotaro who didn’t even look apologetic.
“Not there.” Those were the only words Jotaro spoke before releasing him.
Josuke furrowed his eyebrows confused, he glanced back at Jotaro’s cock, not
understanding what he wanted, before it clicked in his mind. Immediately he
flushed red, feeling the hot humiliation burning in his veins.
“T-That’s dirty! I-I can’t-”
Jotaro shut him up with a firm glare. “You can get out, then.”
Josuke dropped his gaze on the white sheets. He was trembling and he kept
telling himself that he shouldn’t do this, but… Josuke sniffed, he covered his
eyes with his palms before he gained the courage to lean his head down.
He didn’t really know what to do, Jotaro had never asked him this before, but
he tried to get a hold of himself. He smelled the musky scent that was gathered
there, it was enough to make his dick twitch.
He parted his lips, then he gave an experimental lick to Jotaro’s hole. He
didn’t taste anything bad, just drops of sweat that had gathered between the
junction of his ass. Josuke breathed deeply, he could do this.
He licked the twitching hole, making it soft under his tongue. He was startled
when he heard Jotaro let out a grunt of pleasure and this boosted his
confidence. Josuke circled his hole, the tip of tongue kept teasing the skin
under him. He placed his hands on Jotaro’s thighs, squeezing them and allowing
himself to get closer, until his nose bumped against Jotaro’s heavy balls.
Still, he couldn’t find the courage to deepen it.
Jotaro’s hand was placed on the back of his neck, he wasn’t as rough as before,
but Josuke could definitely feel the pressure against the skin. “Do it
properly.”
Josuke closed his eyes, feeling a few tears spill on his cheeks. He opened his
mouth wider, then he pushed his tongue against the thing ring of muscles. He
felt some resistance there, but he managed to sneak the tip inside. With the
corner of his eye he noticed Jotaro throw his head back, sighing in pleasure.
Josuke’s body was run by a spark, his dick was getting hard again just by
looking at Jotaro. He gained more courage, he pushed his tongue deeper inside
of his nephew’s hole, swirling it around the tight walls to make them open up
for him.
Josuke bobbed his head up and down, he thrusted his tongue in and out, pushing
it inside until he could. Jotaro hummed pleased, he ran his fingers in his
scalp, his nails scratched the sensitive skin.
Josuke was in bliss, it was rare for Jotaro to be this gentle, he yearned more
of it. He was surrounded by Jotaro’s smell and touch, his nose was pressed
against his balls, he rubbed it against them.
Josuke moaned against him, he rubbed his hard cock against the sheets, the
soaked underwear was so uncomfortable, but he didn’t care, the tip of his dick
was begging to be touched and it was taking all of himself to not touch
himself.
Jotaro noticed his movements and clicked his tongue annoyed. “Hard again? Do
you have any shame?”
Josuke cried quietly, he stopped licking for a second to look up at him. “I-I’m
sorry-”
“Shut up.” Jotaro growled, pushing his face towards his ass once again, making
him rub his nose and lips against the perineum. “Keep going, slut, you still
haven’t finished.”
Josuke was too out of it to say no, he returned thrusting his tongue inside of
Jotaro, he flexed his hands on his thighs, he kept going like he was
intoxicated.
It didn’t take a few more licks before Jotaro grunted a warning, but Josuke
didn’t stop. He felt his nephew’s body tensing before relaxing in his hold.
Jotaro’s cum spluttered out the tip of his dick, it landed on his stomach, but
some ran down the length and on Josuke’s hair, however the young uncle kept
going until Jotaro began to caress his head, signaling him to stop.
Josuke straightened his back, he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand
and looked up at Jotaro. His nephew cupped his cheek, he caressed his cheek
bone as a thanks. Josuke didn’t know how much they stared at each other before
Jotaro tilted his head, a rare gentle expression crossing his face. “Clean me
up, Josuke.”
It was the first time that Jotaro had said his name, so Josuke was eager to do
as he was told. He started with his abdomen, where there was the more mess, he
tasted the bitter cum on his tongue, but he kept going until he reached the
base of Jotaro’s cock. He cleaned the sides before he took the tip in his mouth
to suck out the last drops of cum.
After a few seconds, he went lower, lapping his balls, taking both of them in
his mouth and rolled them with his tongue. He hummed pleased before letting
them go with a loud  pop .
Josuke sat up, licking his lips. He shifted, feeling his dick press against the
soaked material. He was still hard, he wanted to stroke himself but he wouldn’t
dare to touch himself without Jotaro’s permission. He eyed his nephew
hopefully, he rubbed his thighs together and slowly crawled towards him,
placing his shaky hands on his shoulders.
Josuke nuzzled his face against the crook of his neck, sniffing his scent like
it was a plea. Jotaro sighed, but placed his hands on his sides, he let Josuke
straddle his lap, his cock was now pressed against Jotaro’s abdomen.
“You’re really needy…” Jotaro muttered in annoyance, before smashing their lips
together. He grasped Josuke’s balls in his palm, rolling them before he thug
them. Josuke moaned in pain, but his dick still twitched at the contact.
“Slut…”
The degrading word only fueled the fire inside Josuke, he thrusted his hips
forward, then wrapped his arms around Jotaro’s shoulders, holding him close.
The man muttered a “good grief” under his breath but held his cock firmly,
stroking it a few times.
Josuke was close, it didn’t take him long before he reached his second orgasm,
lulled by Jotaro’s scent and hand. It wasn’t as intense as the first one had
been, but Josuke loved it anyway.
“T-Thank you, sir…” Josuke whispered, nuzzling his face against Jotaro’s neck,
pressing light kisses on the skin. Jotaro placed his hands on his ass, he
folded it and groped until Josuke let out a whine.
“I was serious before, I’ll fuck you one of these days… we can’t always have
what you like…” Josuke shuttered at his tone, he nodded against him and
tightened his hold on him.
“I w-would like that, sir…” He whispered burying his face against him. Jotaro
nodded and they dropped the conversation.
“I really need a shower now, Josuke.” Jotaro said, destroying the silence that
had been surrendering them until now.
“But Jotaro-san!” Josuke whined, but Jotaro harshly took his chin between his
fingers.
“That’s not what you should say.” Their lips brushed against each other, making
Josuke blush.
“I mean… Y-Yes, sir… please let me join you.”
Jotaro’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes shone of a hungry light. “That’s
it, good slut.”
End Notes
     I almost feel bad for Josuke, I always use him for all the kinks I
     write pfff
     @carriejack03 on twitter and tumblr!
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