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works/10334357.
  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:
      Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable), Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Non-Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Unconsciousness,
      Non-Consensual_Kissing, Oral_Fixation, Somnophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-17 Words: 1692
****** Unrefusable ******
by merciful
Summary
     After the events of Highway Star, Josuke returns to the tunnel to
     find that Rohan has fallen unconscious, and takes advantage.
When Josuke found Rohan again, the luxurious room in which he had been trapped
had become little more than a doorway with a small maintenance area behind it,
bare except for a couple of rusty old traffic signs. There was no longer a
table or windows but there was Rohan, slumped against a corner and looking
gaunt and pallid. For a moment Josuke feared the worst and icy panic twisted in
his gut, threatening to take over. Pushing the feeling aside, he crouched down
and pressed shaking fingers to Rohan’s pulse point, huffing out a short, almost
hysterical laugh of relief at the strong, steady heartbeat he found there.
With that comfort, the adrenaline that had built up in his system seemed to
dissipate all at once and he sat down heavily, suddenly exhausted. He may have
taken some fluids to recover a little in the hospital, but he hadn’t even
stopped to pick up a sports drink or something before driving back here to find
the mangaka. His weary body regretted that now, but at least the panic was
over, and he leaned his suddenly heavy head against the wall beside Rohan.
He ought to be healing the mangaka right away, but now that he knew there was
no danger, Josuke felt as though he had earned a quiet moment to take in the
sight. He had always found Rohan shockingly handsome but never really got the
opportunity for more than a quick glance, and even then his features were
always twisted in annoyance or outright anger, at least when Josuke was around.
Even when he had caught glimpses of the artist working outside and unaware of
Josuke’s presence, his brows would be pinched together in concentration as he
drew. But in this moment Rohan looked as though he was sleeping peacefully, and
Josuke could imagine that his gaunt features were perhaps the result of the
struggle of long hours to meet a deadline, after which he would have sunk down
to rest. Josuke didn’t know much about what went in to making manga, but he did
know that Rohan didn’t take very good care of himself. His gaze moved down to
where Rohan’s chest was rising and falling softly, and to his embarrassment
found himself disappointed that the artist was wearing one of his more
conservative outfits.
It was then that Josuke realised that he could just lift Rohan’s shirt himself.
A shock of heat went through him at the thought, and suddenly nervous he
quickly looked around as if there was someone who could stumble across this
scene. They were alone, of course, and beyond the doorway the tunnel was dark
as always. Returning his attention to Rohan, Josuke took a shaky breath and
held it as he reached out to take hold of the hem of Rohan’s shirt. After a
slight hesitation, he lifted it slowly while stealing glances up at the
mangaka, whose expression did not shift at all. Unfortunately, the shirt was
long enough that Rohan was sitting on it, and Josuke could only pull it up far
enough to catch a glimpse of skin. Even that small exposure made his heartbeat
speed up, which felt ridiculous, considering that the mangaka regularly exposed
the majority of his torso to all and sundry. But in this situation it was
visible only to Josuke, and that small intimacy made it exciting; he wanted to
see more. Josuke tugged on the shirt a little but it didn’t budge from
underneath Rohan, and although the mangaka had not stirred at all so far, he
didn’t want to push his luck.
Instead he slid his hand underneath the white fabric and laid his palm flat
against Rohan’s warm abdomen for a moment before sliding it up further, until
he could feel where the artist’s ribs were close against his skin. Was he
always this skinny, or was it because of the stand? Either way, the feel of his
narrow figure along with the absence of his defensive attitude made him seem
suddenly delicate, and Josuke felt a surge of protectiveness. He wanted to look
after Rohan, to keep him safe, even if the mangaka would refuse to allow it.
Lifting his gaze once again, Josuke felt a rush of affection as he studied
Rohan’s serene form, which honestly surprised him. Although he had long ago
made peace with the artist’s physical attractiveness, this was new. Sure,
Josuke had wanted to make friends, but that was just because he was a friendly
guy, right? But now he thought that maybe he wanted a little more than that.
Leaning in, Josuke slid the hand at Rohan’s chest around until he was holding
him in a half-embrace. He really wasn’t sure what he was doing; he was still a
little light-headed from the stand attack earlier, but now he felt downright
dizzy. Breathing heavily, and before he could think about it too deeply, Josuke
leaned in to gently press his lips against Rohan’s. He held himself there,
barely making contact, head spinning with adrenaline once again. Rohan’s lips
were chapped, probably from the loss of fluids, but to Josuke they felt
heavenly soft and in his unconscious state Rohan offered no resistance, his
lips parting at the slightest pressure. Josuke moaned softly and pressed
harder, removing his hand from under Rohan’s shirt to gently hold his head in
place.
Rohan’s mouth was still a little dry but so warm, and although he could barely
believe what he was doing, Josuke couldn’t stop himself from slipping his
tongue between the mangaka’s lips, tasting him more fully. He gently squeezed
Rohan’s jaw to open it, and slipped his tongue between the artist’s teeth.
Josuke had never kissed anyone before and had no idea what he was supposed to
do, but since Rohan couldn’t tell what was happening anyway, Josuke merely
indulged himself in exploring every inch of the sleeping man’s mouth. He ran
his tongue along the back of Rohan’s perfectly straight teeth, and idly
wondered if he’d had work done – he was certainly both vain and wealthy enough
– before discovering a chip in one of them. For some reason Josuke found
himself getting even more worked up, wondering when Rohan’s perfect teeth had
been marred in such a way. Has Josuke done it himself, back when they met?
Shamefully, the idea of himself being the cause of a crack in Rohan’s perfect
veneer made him groan into the other man’s mouth, and he reluctantly pulled
back, suddenly short of breath. Panting heavily, he was unsurprised at the
realisation that he had become almost painfully hard, and at some point had
straddled one of Rohan’s legs and begun lazily rolling himself against the man
beneath him.
Leaning back in to press a hard, closed-mouth kiss against the artist’s lips,
Josuke used a shaking hand to grasp one of the artist’s own and pushed it down
against himself. He keened against Rohan’s mouth as he rubbed those long,
delicate fingers along his length, fearing that he would lose his mind with how
good it felt. Of course he had touched himself plenty of times but this was
completely different, and he panted desperately against Rohan’s mouth as he
rutted against the mangaka’s limp hand. Josuke felt as though he would come any
moment and as he was struggling to use his mouth for anything other than
desperate pants and groans, he pulled away and buried his head into the crook
of Rohan’s neck in some bizarre facsimile of an embrace that, despite
everything else he was doing, made him feel somewhat embarrassed.
Lifting his head once more, he took in the sight of Rohan’s lips swollen from
his aggressive kissing, his mouth left slightly open. Josuke’s hips stuttered
and he stilled, feeling as though his heart might beat right out of his chest.
Josuke let go of Rohan’s hand and let it drop to the ground unceremoniously as
he shakily lifted himself up onto his knees, moving forward slightly to press
up against Rohan’s slumped form. Halfway through fumbling with his buttons,
Josuke hesitated. Was he really going to do this? But one look at Rohan’s soft,
inviting mouth completely overrode any willpower left in him. Releasing his
aching erection, Josuke once again took Rohan’s head in his hand, running a
thumb across his cheek in a show of affection. He really was beautiful,
especially like this, silent and malleable. He pushed the tip of his swollen
cock against Rohan’s lips, knees weakening with just that slight contact. He
wasn’t going to last long. He rolled the tip across Rohan’s lips, exhaling
shakily, before hooking a thumb into the artist’s mouth and pulling it open.
Swallowing hard, he gently pushed his cock into Rohan’s mouth, mindful of his
teeth, and pushed against the soft meat of his tongue, whining and gasping as
he shallowly thrust against it, Rohan’s steady, warm breaths enveloping him. It
didn’t take long before Josuke had to reluctantly pull out, moving instead to
rub himself desperately against Rohan’s soft cheek, gasping and whining as he
came, eyes closed, before collapsing back against the ground.
For a moment Josuke sat there, panting, trying to regain his breath, before the
high of orgasm faded and he realised the enormity of what he had just done.
Opening his eyes, the sight in front of him produced a hot rush of shame; Rohan
was half lying against the ground, half slumped against the wall; his head
rolled loosely and his face was covered with strips of Josuke’s cum, sticking
to his eyelashes and rolling down over his swollen, bruised-pink lips. Josuke
once again began to shake violently, now overcome with guilt and horror at his
own actions. Tears pricked at his eyes as he shamefully tucked himself away,
before digging in his pockets for a pack of tissues. As he cleaned up Rohan’s
face he began to cry in earnest, his vision blurring as he removed the evidence
of his crime. It didn’t matter that Rohan would never know what had happened,
Josuke would, and he knew that he would never be able to trust himself again.
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