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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Jonathan_Joestar
  Additional Tags:
      69_(Sex_Position), Adopted_Sibling_Relationship, Cunnilingus, Blow_Jobs,
      Trans_Male_Character, Jojo's_Bizarre_Adventure_part_1:_Phantom_Blood
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-20 Words: 2168
****** Take the Lead ******
by gammaray
Summary
     Jonathan gets cocky. Dio doesn't approve.
Notes
     hello, jjba tag. this is my first jjba fanfiction, so please ignore
     the possible ooc. also wow my first jjba fanfiction is porn. who
     knew.
The room's quiet, save for the soft chirps and coos coming from the birds that
perch themselves outside the window every morning. The window itself is closed
to keep the warm room free of snow, the heater running to keep the two
occupants comfy as they doze.
Now isn't the best time to be napping, but it's too late for that thought to
bother either boy, eyes shut and lips parted to allow soft, slow breaths to
slip past. They're tired from running around and passing the time, schooling
having already finished early in the morning. It was days like these that they
did their best to finish any and all work, saving the evening for the best.
The blond is the first to wake up, jerking awake with a soft hitch of breath
while he's mid-snore. He reaches up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, grimacing
at the crick in his back. The book in his blanket-clad lap is all he needs to
know that he fell asleep reading, closed with no pages creased to indicate
where he had last been. He sighs and sets the hardcover on the nightstand,
looking over to the bed's second occupant.
He's got his cheek squished against his pillow, something the smaller of the
two would find humorous if he wasn't busy staring at the mop of hair spread out
over the brunet's pillow or how his soft lips are parted in just the right way
to cause something warm to stir in the pit of his stomach. It wouldn't hurt to
touch the former of his distractions, so he indulges in running his fingers
through his partner's blackish locks, the corners of his lips turning up in
amusement. He's always liked how the brunet's hair feels beneath his fingers,
but it's not often he gets to enjoy it alone.
As if just to spite him, the other boy's eyes flutter halfway open, blue
locking with red. The dark-haired teen mumbles something unintelligible and
rests his face upon his pillow for another moment, eyes closed and not minding
the way his blond counterpart continues to stare and rest his lithe fingers
atop his black locks.
"Mmm... Hey, Dio," he murmurs with a slight slur, eyes opening again to
properly look the blond in the eye. "How long've you been up?"
The boy in question shifts where he sits in bed, absently tugging at the way
his dress shirt clings to his chest in the wrong way. "Only a few minutes," is
his soft reply, not awake enough to feign irritation for being caught. "It's
your fault we fell asleep," he points out, pale lips pursed in slight
disapproval. "I'm still tired. Don't ask me to play football that long
anymore."
Dio gets a laugh as a response, but he's too lethargic to properly scold him
for finding his exhaustion funny. "You were the one who wanted to play until
you kicked one last goal." The brunet slowly sits up to face Dio, who's still
propped up against the headboard with a small pout. "'Oh, Jonathan, one more!'"
he whines, doing a terrible impression of his partner, waving his hands around
for further effect. "'We're tied! I have to beat you!'"
"And I did." Dio sniffs with his chin held high, arms crossed over his chest as
he looks away. "Now that I think about it, you properly missed the opportunity
to block on purpose."
"Don't be like that," Jonathan grumbles, scooting closer to press a kiss to
Dio's clothed shoulder. He grins against the thin fabric when he gets a half-
hearted huff from the blond. "I just didn't try my hardest. I know how much
winning means to you, and I really didn't want to deal with you complaining for
the rest of the day."
"So you did go easy on me!" Dio shoots a glare his way, hands falling from his
chest in order to rest upon the blankets that cover his lap. "Geez. And here I
thought I could trust you to play fair. I can't get better if you just let me
win."
Jonathan inches closer to wrap his arms around Dio's small waist from the side,
leaning in to trail kisses up his pale neck. He hums in thought when Dio
shivers in the loose embrace of his arms, easily straddling his thighs with a
cheeky grin. The boy with the blond hair rests his hands on Jonathan's hips
without really thinking about it, gently scratching at the skin beneath the
waistband of his boxers. "I'll play fair next time," Jonathan assures him,
leaning in to press his lips to Dio's.
He should've known Jonathan was going to coax him into dropping the subject
this way, but he tends to let his guard down just a bit around Jonathan.
There's an upside and a downside to that.
Upside? He doesn't have to feel bad for usually initiating things; Jonathan
knows when he's allowed to get him off, so he just goes for it when Dio looks
comfortable.
Downside? Jonathan gets cocky.
Need an example? Jonathan's hands slip beneath the thin material of Dio's white
shirt, ignoring the buttons in favor of pushing his shirt up enough to rub his
thumbs along the slight swell of Dio's chest. Dio isn't pushing him away, so
Jonathan shoves the blankets down to the end of the bed in favor of sliding
down Dio's body to kiss up the exposed skin of his pale stomach. His smirk only
widens when Dio gasps softly, pushing his back off the headboard in an attempt
to get closer to Jonathan's eager mouth.
The blond lets him unbutton his shirt to get to his chest, enthusiasm making up
for his inexperience. They've been fooling around for awhile now, but Jonathan
gets too excited to really learn how to do things. He just does it. Dio would
speak up if it bothered him. He loses the strength to do so when the flat of
Jonathan's wandering tongue runs over a perky nub, groaning through clenched
teeth.
His noises only seem to encourage Jonathan to keep going, the evidence being
the way Jonathan's fingers slowly curl into the waistband of Dio's boxers.
Jonathan sighs shakily against Dio's left breast, excited. He pays attention to
the blond's other nipple, teeth grazing just right to elicit a sharp gasp from
Dio. "Fuck," the smaller boy growls, clutching dark locks with one hand as the
other busies itself with a weak attempt of pulling Jonathan's boxers down.
Dio soon finds himself naked at the waist, automatically pressing his thighs
together so Jonathan can't see how excited he already is. He quickly pulls his
dress shirt back over his shoulders, buttoning it up enough to feel safe, back
once more against the headboard for security. (For what? He feels bare without
his shirt covering himself. He's got to have some decency.) His thighs are
eased apart by firm hands, Jonathan's hold gentle but eager to get what he
wants. The brunet dips down to lay on his stomach between Dio's shaking thighs,
wrapping his arms around his counterpart's waist to keep him still.
The first brush of his adopted brother's tongue makes him squeak. It's
something he'll never get used to; they both know it. Even after all the months
they've been doing this, Dio still can't get over the pleasure that comes from
the heat that laves over his sensitive clit, thighs wanting to press together
to keep that warmth there. Thankfully, Jonathan doesn't pull back, the tip of
his tongue teasing the area that practically drips with Dio's arousal. It's
embarrassing, but he refuses to back down, firmly holding onto Jonathan's hair
to make sure Jonathan doesn't try to leave him in this state.
He shifts in impatience as Jonathan frees one hand to spread his lower lips,
using the breadth of his tongue to swipe a firm lick up Dio's vagina. The
latter moans softly and tugs on his hair in a silent demand for more, hips
canting up into Jonathan's teasing mouth. "Don't," the blond warns, fingers
tightening just to hear—and feel—Jonathan groan between his thighs.
Jonathan likes to tease him until he begs, but Dio refuses to let it come to
that so early. Crimson eyes disappear from view as Dio's eyes flutter shut, the
brunet alternating between sucking on Dio's swollen clit and dipping his tongue
inside Dio's warmth. Sometimes he glances up to watch Dio's cheeks slowly
redden as he gets more an more excited, panting against his partner's cunt. He
relishes in the muffled squeak he gets in result, slipping a finger inside just
to curl it inside. Dio hisses out a swear that he wouldn't dare say outside of
Jonathan's bedroom, tipping his head back with a soft thunk against the
headboard.
"Pants off," Dio moans breathlessly, reluctantly pushing Jonathan away from
between his thighs. He pushes the other boy onto the mattress on his back,
sitting up on his own knees to make quick of Jonathan's boxers. They end up
somewhere at the end of the bed or on the floor like Dio's. Neither care to
check.
The taller of the two tries to sit up and ask what Dio's planning to do, but
he's suddenly got Dio straddling his face and a hand around his dick, so he
doesn't bother protesting. Dio looks down between his own legs to check on
Jonathan, smirking with his hair out sticking everywhere even with his head
bowed. "No complaints? That's a first," the blond teases, wiggling his hips to
get Jonathan's attention.
"That's—"
"Tsk." Dio tightens his grip around Jonathan's erection, promptly shutting him
up. "Less talking, more eating me out. Gotcha?"
He tends to forget Dio likes to take control. Jonathan's used to leading, but
Dio's still got that snark, no matter what they're doing. Even after he's
reduced Dio to a panting mess, Dio somehow manages to shove Jonathan around and
make him submit.
Instead of complaining and taking the risk of ruining the whole thing, Jonathan
takes a hold of Dio's thigh for leverage, his other hand running its thumb from
the end of his vulva to where his clitoris rests below a thin layer of golden
pubes. He guides Dio's hips down closer to his face so he doesn't have to
strain his neck, rocking up into the warm mouth that soon encases the head of
his cock. The two busy themselves, Jonathan leisurely thrusting his tongue into
Dio while his thumb rubs his clit and Dio stroking the area by the base that he
can't take into his mouth.
Neither are surprised when Dio's the first to pull off, panting and groaning
against Jonathan's thigh. He drags his nails up the brunet's inner thigh,
growling softly. "Close," the blond warns, hips rocking down to get closer to
Jonathan. Dio sits up so he can quickly rub his own clit, allowing Jonathan to
finger him and suck at his outer lips. "Fuck... Jonathan—!" His hips twitch
down as he climaxes with a sharp moan, grinding his teeth together. Jonathan's
fingers don't stop moving until Dio's stopped touching himself due to the
sensitivity, snickering at the way Dio squirms away from his teasing fingers.
"Wipe that smile off your face," Dio complains, once again moving between
Jonathan's thighs, laying down on his stomach on the bed this time. He hums in
approval at the pre-cum beading at the tip, blowing air to head just to see it
twitch. Jonathan shifts, breathing raggedly. "Now who's grinning?"
"Not me." Jonathan reaches up with one hand to bite down on his knuckle,
resisting the urge to thrust into the warm mouth that takes him in. He nearly
tears the bed sheet when the cockhead brushes against the back of Dio's throat,
whimpering hoarsely. "Holy shit... Dio, if you do that..."
This only seems to spur him on, moving a hand from Jonathan's thigh to lightly
stroke the underside of the brunet's testicles. Dio holds him down with his
other hand, fingers grazing over his taint to slowly apply pressure to the
perineum. He pulls back just in time to avoid getting cum in his mouth,
Jonathan's hand tugging at his hair—when did he move his hand?—with a long
groan.
Dio waits for Jonathan to come down from his high, reaching for a tissue to
clean his own hand. He grimaces at the texture, ignoring the soft laugh from
his partner. They find their underwear and put them back on, Dio immediately
climbing into Jonathan's lap the moment they're both covered. He grins at the
small pout on his adopted brother's lips, leaning in to kiss him. The brunet's
promptly stopped with a hand on his face, Dio's scowl visible through the space
between his fingers. It's Jonathan's pout, opening his mouth to whine about
wanting a kiss.
"I just got done sucking you off and you ate me out. There's no way I'm kissing
you after that."
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