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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, Kujo_Jotaro, Nijimura_Okuyasu
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Come_Swallowing
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-26 Words: 2461
****** The Reason Why is Unimportant ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Jotaro and Josuke fuck in Jotaro's hotel room.
Notes
     Kinda rushed, so forgive the sloppiness lol
See the end of the work for more notes
Never before has Josuke felt this nervous. Not when asking a girl out on a
date, not when he was being chased down by Highway Star, and not even when his
mom caught him smoking with Okuyasu.
Jotaro was staring down at him with that common stoic expression of his, though
his eyes were narrower than usual and his hands were grabbing firmly at
Josuke's wrists, easily portraying his impatience. Josuke's heart raced wildly
in his chest with his face burning up, his eyes wide and shaky as they remain
fixed up on Jotaro's.
“Why?” Jotaro demands simply, though his voice is calmer than Josuke expected.
Swallowing thickly, Josuke glances down to Jotaro's full lips, wanting to kiss
them again. The desire curls around in his chest like a tempting snake, though
he knows he would probably scare Jotaro away if he did it again.
“I, uh,” Josuke begins, voice faint and anxious. Jotaro's stare was
unrelenting, fixed down on Josuke with an intensity that made him sweat
nervously.
“I wanted to?” Josuke forces out in the form of a question. He offers a nervous
half-smile. Jotaro's hands have yet to loosen on his wrists. Jotaro looks down
at him silently, scrutinizing his flushed face with a furrowed brow. Josuke
feels like he's progressively shrinking the more Jotaro bores his stare into
him. He tenses up when Jotaro shifts, expecting him to leave or even worse,
strike him for kissing him in his mom's kitchen. What he doesn't anticipate is
Jotaro hunching his back to press his mouth back against Josuke's. Josuke
nearly jumps out of his skin, his hands jerking up against Jotaro's firm hold.
Josuke shakily, messily mouths back at Jotaro's lips, squeezing his eyes shut
as his stomach floods with butterflies. Jotaro's mouth is warm and soft under
his, though he obviously has much more practice. Jotaro lets a wrist go to
instead grab a fistful of his shirt, holding him still as he kisses him with a
few strong purses of his mouth. He doesn't let it last long. He pulls back to
look down at Josuke's flustered face.
“Is that all you wanted?” Jotaro asks lowly, voice hushed and eyes stern.
Josuke anxiously wets his lips with a drift of his tongue as he stares up into
Jotaro's (very handsome) blue eyes.
 
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Atop Jotaro's newly made bed in the hotel he was staying at, Josuke reflects on
his choices as he watches Jotaro neatly remove his white coat, then the purple
vest underneath, and after that, the skin-tight black shirt. As he does, Josuke
realizes that he hardly regrets them at all, no matter how “wrong” it may be.
Why Jotaro chose to go along with it, he has yet to figure out, but he decides
that the why's don't really matter anymore after seeing Jotaro's bare torso.
Jotaro had even removed his hat, setting it aside on the desk across from the
bed. His hair was slightly curly and a striking, intense black, which Josuke
thought was actually kinda cute. Strange, using that word to describe his
intimidating nephew.
“Why are you just sitting there?” Jotaro speaks up, startling him from his
staring. Josuke had been intimately studying the shifting muscles in his strong
biceps and forearms, admiring his tight pecs and abs, before jerking his gaze
up to his face.
Without a word, Josuke gets up and begins to remove his clothing too. He
notices his hands are shaking.
 
Winding up pinned under his nephew was actually one of the more hopeful
outcomes he expected from the kiss, though it doesn't make it any easier to
take in stride. Josuke's heart was hammering and he had no idea what to do with
his hands. Usually with a girl he knew how to handle things like this, but
under his very big, very hot nephew, he was at a loss. Though he shouldn't
really question it, knowing Jotaro, he still felt a little bitter about being
bottom.
Although, having three of Jotaro's broad fingers up his ass wasn't that bad.
Jotaro surprised him by kissing at his neck and shoulder. He didn't expect the
gentle kind of intimacy from Jotaro. It felt really nice, having Jotaro's
plump, warm lips on his skin. Josuke decided, fuck it, this was his only
chance, why was he being shy? As soon as Jotaro leaned back to gaze down at
flustered, slightly sweaty Josuke, Josuke reached up to hook a hand around the
back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Jotaro easily relented after an
initial second of surprise. Jotaro kissed him a little passively this time,
letting Josuke take the kiss where he wants.
After Josuke slid his tongue into Jotaro's mouth, Jotaro backed off.
“No tongue,” Jotaro says lowly, staring down into Josuke's eyes for a moment,
before leaning back down to kiss at his mouth again, this time with closed
lips. Without complaint, Josuke wonders if it's just preference.
After a parting kiss to his mouth, he removes his fingers from Josuke and then
leans back.
Josuke props up low on his elbows and watches as Jotaro opens a condom to slip
it confidently over his erection. Staring, Josuke first admires the size of his
dick, realizing that wow he's pretty big, but then it registers that it is
going inside of him.
Jotaro wouldn't hurt him with it... right?
“I'll be gentle,” Jotaro wryly says, the corner of his mouth twitching up into
an amused smirk once he notices Josuke's anxious expression. Josuke swallows
hard, and nods. He keeps his thighs spread for his nephew, watching with
excitement coiling in his belly as he scoots up closer to him and hikes his
legs up with confident, strong hands. Josuke exhales deeply, sinking back into
the plush pillows of the bed, feeling just generally warm and comfortable. The
nervousness that seized him up earlier had nearly gone away entirely, placated
by Jotaro's willingness and lack of guilt.
“Tell me immediately if it hurts. I know this may be your first time,” Jotaro
says sternly after stroking some lubricant over his erection. Then he curls
broad fingers around his slick shaft and guides it down between Josuke's
cheeks, making him tense up and suck in a breath. Josuke nods silently, biting
his plump bottom lip and watching with dilated eyes as Jotaro presses his cock
against his wet hole. He slowly arches his hips in, pressing firmly until it
slides into him. Josuke's hips rise up a little at the weird, slightly
uncomfortable feeling of having something bigger than his fingers push into
him.
Jotaro is silent as he slowly forces his thick cock deeper into him, pausing
only when Josuke lets out a small pained noise, taking a moment before saying
he can continue. Jotaro has his warm, calloused hands curled around Josuke's
trembling thighs, holding him there as he bottoms out inside him. Josuke moans
softly, aroused by the sensation and realization of his nephew being balls deep
inside him. He purposefully clenches up tight. A smirk pulls at his lips when
Jotaro grunts, his hands tightening around Josuke's thighs.
Chest heaving slightly, Jotaro fixes his gaze on Josuke's, silently asking if
he was ready. Josuke catches his bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down
to begin pulling at his own throbbing cock with a backhand stroke, curling his
fingers tighter on the upstroke.
“You can move,” he says in a softer tone, followed up by a tight moan as Jotaro
slowly pulls out before sinking back in until his balls press against Josuke's
tailbone again. Josuke's mouth falls open with his eyes clenching shut. It felt
so damn good, and he knew it was mostly because it was Jotaro who was fucking
him. That thought alone turned him on.
Jotaro's hands slide down over his thighs, his forearms curling around his legs
and pulling him closer with a firm tug, making Josuke open his eyes out of
surprise. Jotaro watches him with a furrow in his brow, his mouth slightly
agape as he begins to give long, deep pumps of his hips that has Josuke craning
his head back and letting out a weak moan, his hand moving faster on his cock.
Their bodies move with each of Jotaro's firm thrusts, though the sound of their
skin meeting was quieter than Josuke expected. Jotaro's hips barely brushed
against his ass with his effort to keep it silent. Josuke was grunting and
letting out embarrassing noises with each deep thrust of Jotaro's hips.
“Fuck, Jotaro, k—keep going,” Josuke hisses, reaching his other hand past his
hips to rest it on Jotaro's muscular thigh, nails digging into the tensing
muscle of it as Jotaro keeps fucking him. Jotaro was breathing hard now, his
hands sliding down from Josuke's thighs to grab onto his hips. Josuke cracks
his eyes open again to look up at Jotaro's tinted face, admiring the image of
him with his eyes narrowed, his mouth fallen open with his cheeks flushed a
soft pink. Jotaro notices his staring and leans in to press their mouths
together once more.
“Jo—Jotaro,” Josuke breathes against his mouth between each firm kiss. Jotaro
bites at his bottom lip and then returns to his deep, open-mouthed kissing that
has Josuke struggling to breathe. When Josuke's kissing became sloppier and
weak, Jotaro broke the kiss and leaned back to let him breathe.
Jotaro begins to rock his hips a little harder, making the bed squeak as he
snapped his hips against Josuke's ass, finding it harder to care about being
quiet when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Josuke moans breathlessly at the
increase of pace, his body jerking up with each hard buck of Jotaro's hips.
Josuke should tell him to be gentler, but honestly he loved being pounded into
the bed by him, even if it was his first time taking it up the ass. Jotaro was
biting his lip and his eyes finally squeeze shut. Josuke thinks its awfully
cute, seeing that expression on the constantly stoic Jotaro.
Suddenly Jotaro stills against him, grabbing tightly at his hips to force him
still as he gives three more shallow thrusts, keeping most of his cock inside
of him. Josuke continues stroking himself, feeling Jotaro's cock twitch and
throb inside him. Jotaro only lets out a tight grunt as he fills the condom,
his hands grabbing painfully tight at Josuke's hips. Jotaro cracks his eyes
open to watch as he thrusts slowly a couple more times before sliding out.
Sitting back, Jotaro keeps his legs apart, noticing how his slick hole gaped
open from his girth, which has his face heating up a little. Josuke clenched
up, shamefully missing having his thick cock inside of him. He blushes himself,
his face burning up with shame at the thought.
Jotaro finally slides his hands away from him and stands from the bed, but only
momentarily to dispose of the condom in the toilet. Josuke pulled his hand away
from his erection, feeling weird about touching himself alone on Jotaro's hotel
bed, no matter how turned on and hard he was. He waits for Jotaro to come back,
hoping he didn't intend to kick him out after that. That would be too cruel.
Instead, Jotaro slides back onto the bed after returning, moving onto his belly
and tugging Josuke closer by the hips before leaning in and taking the entirety
of his cock down his throat. Josuke, overwhelmed by the abrupt wet heat around
his aching cock, moans raggedly and reaches out to grasp a tight fistful of
short curly locks. Jotaro flicks his pretty blue eyes up to him and watches
Josuke's blushing face as he begins to slowly move his mouth over his cock, his
hands hooked firmly around his quivering thighs and holding him in place.
Josuke was impressed by Jotaro's lack of shame as he sucks his dick with
practiced ease. The image of his pretty lips wrapped around his cock was hot as
fuck and had Josuke biting his lip in pleasure, though his mouth falls open
again as breathless groans come tumbling out.
It doesn't take long. Jotaro only has to hollow his cheeks and bob his head a
few times before Josuke grits out a warning. Jotaro doesn't seem to care. He
fixes his gaze intently on Josuke's as he keeps only the leaking head in his
mouth, sucking it firmly as Josuke begins to come. Even though he wants to
watch, Josuke can't resist throwing his head back and moaning. His hips twitch
and quiver as his cock throbs, shooting four thick ropes of come into Jotaro's
mouth. Jotaro closes his eyes and swallows it all down, his wide, warm hand
sliding up to rest on Josuke's heaving tummy.
 
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The next day, Okuyasu lounges around on Josuke's bed, flipping through his porn
mag mindlessly as Josuke changes into his sweatpants and tank top, the outfit
he wore after school to lounge around in. They were shameless around each
other, so Josuke didn't bother to be modest and change in the bathroom.
“Hey, what are those bruises from?” Okuyasu speaks up, the shuffling of the
magazine pages ceasing once he notices the narrow, light purple bruises resting
over Josuke's hips. Stilling, Josuke stops unraveling his shirt to look down.
Sure enough, he counts eight bruises lined up over his hips. Once he processes
what they are, Josuke blushes. He doesn't recall Jotaro grabbing him that
hard...
“I dunno. I don't keep track of all my bruises,” Josuke remarks casually, going
back to the task of pulling on his tank top. Okuyasu just makes a disinterested
noise and goes back to his “reading”. Josuke turns to him and walks over to
snatch it out of his hands.
“How 'bout instead of bending up my mag, you just go find some girl to fuck? It
ain't that hard, bro,” Josuke says with exasperation, plopping down on the bed
next to his friend and gladly ignoring his very vocal protest. Once he stops
throwing a fit, Okuyasu retorts angrily.
“I bet you haven't had any in a long fuckin' time, so get off my ass,” he says
before snatching back the mag. Josuke just snorts and lets him have it.
“Uh, you're wrong there, dude. Last night.”
Okuyasu's annoyed expression drops and he looks at Josuke with surprised awe.
“What? No way.”
Josuke smirks at him and in a teasing gesture, brushes a hand over his
pompadour and boasts, “Hello? If you haven't noticed, I'm hot as hell.”
Okuyasu smacks him on the bicep.
“Yeah, I know, I know. So shut up and tell me about it.”
“Uh,” Josuke begins nervously, cheeks heating up.
Shit, what did he get himself into?
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