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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:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle-Nephew_Relationship, Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Dirty_Talk, Anal_Sex,
      bottom_jotaro
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-17 Words: 2561
****** We Could Be Caught (I Just Want This to Be Perfect) ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Jotaro lets Josuke fuck him.
Notes
     If it isn't obvious, they're in an on-going relationship while Jotaro
     is in Morioh.
     The POV switches between them but I'm too lazy to fix it and it's
     just porn so... shrug
     Title is from this_song. (I recommend listening to it while reading!)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Hey. Josuke.”
Pausing his N64 game, Josuke looks over towards Jotaro, who lounges on the
couch with crossed legs and a book in his broad hands. He beckons the teen
forward with a curl of a finger. Rising from the carpet, Josuke hops over to
where Jotaro sat with a little grin on his boyish face and a heart that
fluttered with adoration. Jotaro arches a thick brow at him and gives one last
curl of his finger. Josuke blinks and then leans in towards him, standing
beside his crossed legs.
Jotaro reaches out. He curls one hand around the back of Josuke's neck, over
the two loose locks that peeked out from the rest, and pulls him in for a
calmly placed kiss. A firm purse of his lips against Josuke's plump mouth, and
that's all Josuke's given before the older man is pulling away. He looks up at
him with stoney green eyes, though there's a faint, ever so faint, smile on his
face. Josuke blushes and licks his full lips.
“Wait, I wasn't ready,” he protests, moving to plop down beside him on the
couch. Jotaro's smile widens into an amused smirk at that and he arches a brow
playfully, challengingly. Josuke swallows hard and scoots closer until their
hips are touching. Jotaro keeps his legs crossed and lifts his arm to drape it
over the back of the couch behind Josuke. Josuke stares with a blush building
in his face. Why is Jotaro so damn handsome and... graceful? Everything he does
is somehow attractive. The way he sat, with cool confidence. How he kept his
face tame, letting sparks of emotion flicker through in the right moments. How
even now his sharp eyes searched his face like he could read his thoughts. He
glances down to Jotaro's lips.
When Josuke surges in to kiss them, calloused hand settled on Jotaro's
shoulder, Jotaro angles his head into it and with his arm he had rested on the
couch, he curls it around Josuke's shoulder. Josuke bites at his bottom lip,
catching it between his teeth and sucking on it. Jotaro cracks his eyes open
slightly, gazing at Josuke's furrowed brow and clenched eyes.
He lets Josuke mouth deeply at his unresponsive lips until the teen notices and
pauses, before pulling back. He meets Jotaro's gaze while he licks his puffy,
kissed lips. Jotaro glances down to notice the tent in his loose shorts. Josuke
immediately claps his hands over his crotch once he realizes what Jotaro's
looking at, a deep blush creeping up on his face, to his ears. Glancing back up
to Josuke's eyes, green on violet, Jotaro leans back into the couch and
tightens his arm slightly around Josuke's shoulders.
“Josuke, I've been thinking.”
Blinking, Josuke freezes. His heart begins to hammer and his stomach twists. Is
this the refusal he had dreaded? Jotaro turning him away and shunning him
forever, because of what they've been doing? A thousand possibilities rocket
through his thoughts. He breaks out in a nervous sweat. Jotaro spits it out,
plain and simple.
“Would you want to top again.”
Pausing, Josuke takes a second to process it, before he relaxes. And then
tenses up all over again, shock flickering across his features. His hair
wobbles when he suddenly sits ramrod straight, eyes wide and mouth fallen open.
Jotaro exhales, long and tired.
“Relax. Is that a yes, or no?”
“Y-Yes! Yes, hell yes! But I mean—Wouldn't that—Are you sure?” Josuke sputters,
throwing his hands up to grasp at Jotaro's shoulders. Jotaro frowns at him.
Josuke notices that and then realizes how obnoxious he's being. He takes his
hands away, face heating up even more now. Jotaro reaches up and pats him over
his hair, earning a timid glance from the boy.
“I'm sure. Are you in the mood now?”
Swallowing hard, Josuke nods a little from under his hand. Jotaro takes his
hand from his hair, curls two fingers under his chin and lifts his head, before
slowly leaning in to plant a kiss to the corner of his anticipating lips.
 
“Stop teasing me, Jotaro-san!” Josuke whines, shaking his hips. Wrists pinned
down to the bed by a hovering Star Platinum, Josuke can only watch as Jotaro
drifts a fleeting, teasing tongue over the crown of his cock head, hard green
eyes fixed up on his face. Josuke watches with a tensed jaw and weak, hazy
violet eyes as Jotaro ghosts the tip of his tongue along the prominent vein on
the underside of his aching cock.
“Fuuuck,” Josuke moans, dropping his head back into the pillows. He gives
another impatient shake of his hips, the head of his cock nudging against
Jotaro's cheek. Jotaro chuckles and presses one firm hand down on his hip. He
keeps three fingers curled loosely around the base of his cock as he pressed
his tongue flatly to the frenulum of the head. Letting out a ragged pant,
Josuke tenses up and weakly raises his head to watch with narrowed eyes.
“Please... Suck my cock alreaaady--” Josuke whimpers, muscular legs tensing and
twitching on both sides of the older man. Grunting, Jotaro ignores his begging
and ducks his head down to lick at his balls. Fat strokes of his tongue that
has Josuke gasping and tensing up. Admittedly, sucking dick always turned
Jotaro on and so he's already half-hard, his hardening cock pressing into the
sheets of Josuke's bed.
A few more slow drifts of Jotaro's warm tongue up the underside of Josuke's
erection has the boy shaking his hips again, moaning lowly with his chest
heaving. Jotaro slides the tip of his tongue back and forth along the underside
of his cock head, cool eyes fixed on Josuke's face as it twists up in pleasure.
Closing his hand around his slick cock to stroke it slowly, Jotaro rises up
onto his knees and earns a glance from Josuke. He looks mildly frustrated, but
Jotaro had aimed for that. Jotaro leans over to plant an apologetic kiss to his
temple, oddly affectionate, before leaning back and murmuring, “Where did you
put the lube.”
Star Platinum fades away as Josuke blinks and sits up. A few locks of his long
black hair hang, unraveled from his pompadour. They flail when he leans towards
the nightstand. Rather than pull open the drawer like Jotaro expected, Josuke
reaches behind a stack of books in the shelf of the nightstand and then pulls
out a small tube. Nice and secretive. Jotaro arches a brow, impressed that he
didn't just stuff it under the bed or some other obvious place. Not that having
lube would be suspicious for a boy his age, though it could raise questions
from one specific hot-headed mother. Josuke tosses it to him.
Jotaro finds fingering himself boring so he doesn't spend long on it. He
squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers and immediately pushes three inside
himself, one at a time, while instructing Josuke to put on a condom. Once
Josuke actually manages to find a condom stuffed somewhere in the mess of his
nightstand drawer and clumsily slip it on, Jotaro deems it good enough and
removes his fingers.
“Get on top of me,” is all he says and earns a surprised glance from wide,
dilated amethyst eyes. They switch places, with Jotaro taking his spot on the
pillows, Josuke now behind him. Once he situates himself onto his belly,
clutching a pillow in his thick arms, he glances back and watches silently as
Josuke stares at his presented muscular ass. Jotaro sliding his thighs apart,
exposing his hard cock pressed down on the bed, has Josuke blinking and then
meeting his gaze, face flushed a noticeable red.
“Hurry up,” Jotaro grunts, brow furrowed. As if pinched, Josuke jerks and
crawls over him, his plump lips hanging open in awe as he stares down at his
(really hot) nephew. Jotaro, propped up on his elbows, watches as Josuke
shakily grips his cock and sweeps the hot head down between his ass cheeks.
Eyes narrowing in subtle pleasure at the motion, Jotaro arches his back and
gives him a better angle. Josuke pants audibly above him, letting out little
ragged exhales that has Jotaro smirking, peeking up at his face to see his
cheeks darkened a deep red with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. It's a
sexy, cute look that Jotaro stares at. Josuke can be pretty attractive, too.
Obnoxious and sometimes tiring, but attractive.
The thought is tossed away once Josuke slides into him with a slow, gradual
push of his hips. Jotaro's smirk drops and he grunts softly, hands clenching
tight fistfuls of the pillow. It felt good. Josuke moans aloud, low and raw.
“Fffuck... Jotaro-san... You feel so good... Nngh...” Josuke breathes, pressing
his pelvis flush against Jotaro's tensed ass. Jotaro says nothing, though his
words make his stomach twist with hot arousal. He waits for Josuke to start
moving. He rests his forehead down on the pillow, exposing the length of his
neck to Josuke who notices and leans in to gently kiss him there, nose lost in
short curls of black. Jotaro shivers under him, involuntary. Josuke hums as he
mouths slowly at his tan skin, lowering himself onto his elbows to rest his
chest down on the other man's broad back.
As he bites gently at Jotaro's earlobe, teeth catching on his stud earring,
Josuke begins to slowly pump his hips. Jotaro's mouth falls open, hidden
against the pillow. The angle of his hips and the way Josuke thrusts directly
down against his ass made each pass of his cock hit that part inside him that
made him tense up further and bite his lip. Josuke doesn't seem to notice how
good he's making Jotaro feel, but keeps going regardless.
Josuke's hot breath fans out over Jotaro's skin as he pants, moaning softly,
“Ah... Jotaro-san... It's so good... You're so hot inside.”
“Go faster,” Jotaro murmurs as he rises up onto his elbows again, sliding his
legs in to knock his feet against Josuke's tensed up calves. Obeying Jotaro's
demands, he begins to snap his hips faster and faster until Jotaro is jerked
forward with each one. A grunt slips from between his grit teeth, lost within
Josuke's breathless moans and calls of his name.
The hard fucking shoves Jotaro's lower half against the bed, rubbing his hard
cock against the sheets again and again. Jotaro bites his bottom lip, holding
back the low moans that threaten to escape and mix with Josuke's.
Josuke is big for a boy his age. Jotaro always takes note of it whenever Josuke
is on top of him... or riding him. Feeling his broad, heavy body on top of his
own, pinning him down and smothering him, only serves to heighten Jotaro's
upcoming orgasm. Josuke relentlessly pounding into him contributes to that,
too. It has his thoughts scattering with each thrust, reducing Jotaro to a
groaning, sweaty mess. He knows Josuke must be smiling, hearing his moans. He
always got too damn proud whenever he manages to pull sounds out of him.
Once Josuke's thighs begin to burn from the constant movement, he slows to a
gradual back and forth. He leans in further towards Jotaro, covering him with
his body—sharing warmth and sweat, a joining of their bodies that always came
with a contentment for Josuke. He slides his arms around Jotaro's torso,
slipping his hand in past his bicep to grip onto his forearm, wrapped around
his side. An_intimate_embrace that has the older man melting a little into the
bed. Jotaro's face heats up when Josuke presses the gentlest kiss to his
shoulder, squeezing his arms tighter around the man.
Silent, Jotaro waits for him to regain the energy to start fucking him again.
The slow, deep thrusts inside him feel good, but he wants to be drilled into.
When Josuke does plant his knees more comfortably on the bed between Jotaro's
and began to snap his pelvis down against his ass with resounding slaps, Jotaro
cranes his head back with a low throaty moan. Josuke lets out a soft laugh and
whispers, “You like being fucked hard, don't you, Jotaro-san?”
“Sh-shut up, you brat.”
“Ngh... Haha, you're so mean. But I, uh... I'm gonna come soon.”
Biting his lip, Jotaro nods and squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his hands
into tight fists as Josuke rails into him with rough shoves of his hips that
has Jotaro's body pushing down into the bed. Josuke whimpers close to his ear,
lips pressed to his shoulder. Jotaro grunts, teeth grit and toes subconsciously
curling. It typically takes time for Jotaro to reach the point of orgasm, but
it's been building up faster and faster with Josuke on top of him, fucking his
ass and using him for his pleasure.
Then Josuke gives one last hard buck of his hips and stills against him,
groaning out a soft, “I'm fuckin'... I'm fffucking coming, Jotaro-san--”
Jotaro grunts, his own stomach twisting hard with euphoric pleasure that has
him digging his nails into his palms. He lets out one shaky, rough groan before
he swallows hard and breathlessly murmurs, “That's--that's good. Come in me,
Josuke.”
“Oh, fuck!” Josuke shouts, giving a few more jerky, trembling rocks of his
hips, his nails biting into Jotaro's forearm. Jotaro rests his forehead down on
the pillow, purposefully clenching up around him and pushing his ass back
against his pelvis. Josuke gasps and moans softly, “Ahh... yeah... Jotaro-
san... You like it when I come in you?”
“Nnn,” Jotaro lets out a soft, uninterested noise when in reality he's too
proud to say yes, Josuke, it turns me the fuck on.
Panting hard, Josuke slowly draws his spent cock back and forth, in and out of
him. With his eyes downcast, peeking between their sweaty bodies, he watches
silently with a flushed face as he pumps it into Jotaro. Jotaro tenses his jaw,
turned on by Josuke fucking him post-orgasm. His uncle thrusts into him a few
more times before he pulls out. Jotaro almost wishes they had done it bareback.
Josuke pants hard and slowly, reluctantly, rises off of his nephew and sits
back on his heels. He admires Jotaro's sweaty, flushed body as he shyly says,
“Jotaro-san...Th—thank you for letting me fuck your ass.”
“Wh—don't thank me, you idiot,” Jotaro spits, sluggishly moving to sit up,
peeling himself away from that comfortable position. He could almost pass out
he's so tired, but he definitely would rather not do that on Josuke's bed,
after sex. Josuke laughs and then reaches down to remove the condom but then
pauses as he glances over, noticing the thick come clinging to his bed sheets.
“Oh shit--! Jotaro-san!” He cries, pressing a hand to his head, “We forgot to
put the towel down!”
Glancing over as he ran a hand through his sweaty locks, Jotaro squints at the
mess he left behind. Sighing, he drops his hand and says tiredly, “If it
bothers you so much, toss them out. You can just replace them.”
Huffing, Josuke stares dejectedly at the messy patch of semen and crosses his
arms.
“But these have cool stars on them....”
“Good grief. I'll buy you a new set, then. Next time, don't forget the towel.”
“Deal!”
End Notes
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