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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, Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Overstimulation, Ass_to_Mouth, Creampie, Anal_Fingering, Thinking_of
      someone_else, Anal_Sex, Incest, PWP, Praise_Kink, Drag_Queens
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-25 Words: 3603
****** Wish You Were Here ******
by devilcouldweep
Summary
     When Josuke drags Jotaro to some random bar he is promised a good
     show, but gets some painful memories and a painful hard on instead.
Notes
     Yo whaddup. I'm not really a writer, but this was too long to draw
     out lol. Anyways, please enjoy these 8 pages of filthy garbage ;^)
     Also, shout out to my many errors as well.
     ~Smitty
Usually, when Josuke dragged him somewhere it was into a bed, or sometimes even
a public bathroom. Jotaro never bothered to stop him because it felt too good
to be with a man again. And it wasn’t that it felt better than being with a
woman... It was mostly just that it was nostalgic.
Though, to say that Josuke was completely different from his first and last,
was amajor understatement. Where Noriaki was rough and unyielding, yet
exceedingly caring, Josuke was needy and energetic. No, Josuke wasn’t ever
satisfied until he was drenched in his own cum.
Jotaro tried to forget that train of thought, lest he get a goddamn hard on
right in the street. Josuke was currently dragging him to a bar instead of a
mattress tonight, but he suspected the night might end in one anyways. Kujo
couldn’t complain.
Josuke had said something about wanting to give him a show, so he just went
with it and let himself be lead, though he couldn’t understand why Josuke would
want to be in one of these places.
When they finally stepped inside, suddenly it made more sense why Josuke wanted
to go into the bar. The atmosphere was tinted a light rose color, with a thick
warm scent filling the place, though not without the obvious tinge of alcohol.
There was a stage with a small catwalk attached to it and it seemed as though
tonight was a drag show. There was a small crowd pooled around the stage.
He never mentioned it was a gay bar.
Jotaro felt a headache coming on just looking at the flamboyant pink stage
lights. The music filling the place was just as loud as the color scheme,
though he was thankful he still had his hearing. When Josuke whispered in his
ear, it gave him chills.
“Thanks for coming with me,” his voice still cheerful despite his hushed tone.
“I want you to get a few drinks in you while I go backstage. I’m… performing
tonight. I’ve always wanted to show you this side of me.”
Jotaro, though not particularly interested in drag, felt his cock twitch in his
pants at the thought of being just another face in the crowd while Josuke
performed. He wanted him all to himself, but tonight was different. Tonight, he
would get publicly teasedwithout ever having a hand laid on him. Suddenly it
seemed like this night wasn’t so mediocre.
Jotaro didn’t know how to express his excitement, however. He grabbed Josuke’s
thin waist and pulled him up against himself, letting him feel how excited he
was getting, and then he leaned down and stole a light kiss. He muttered a
small “Okay," into Josuke’s plump lips, and let him saunter away backstage
wearing that big smile he always got when Jotaro kissed him in public. He
wondered when Josuke found the time to come across a hobby like this.
Who knew Josuke did drag? Was he really the only one? God, Jotaro was pure shit
at showing it but he was glad he got dragged down here. He sat down at the bar
and ordered a shot, and then another, and then one more. It was pleasant. He
was getting to be half past buzzed when the lights in the place dimmed further,
and a spotlight centered onto the stage.
He made his way to the front of the crowd then, and sat in a chair with his
heart thumping. Kujo had lost track of how long he had been sitting at the bar,
but he guessed that it was an appropriate amount of time to put on some makeup
and a dress. How the fuck would he know, anyways?
The stage announcer’s voice could be heard through the speakers.
“Coming to the stage next is the lovely Joanne! Her plump thighs and and thin
frame will leave you begging for more! Not to mention those juicy lips!”
Kujo rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of the man’s voice. He could have
dwelled on how unimpressed he was with it, but then with the curtains opened
with a flourish and all of a sudden Josuke was standing there, but he wasn’t
Josuke tonight, he was Joanne.
Jotaro felt his heart up in his throat when he saw what she was wearing,
however. Her hair was a deep crimson color, cascading down her right shoulder
in one large bang. The rest of it was cropped perfectly to frame her face. She
had in striking green contacts. Obviously fake, but alluring nonetheless, and a
velvety green dress with slits cut up both sides, revealing her creamy pale
legs.
He looked so much like Kakyoin tonight. Was this a coincidence? It seemed like
everything was reminding him of his old friend today. Kujo was slowly realizing
that the longing in his heart wasn’t doing anything to stop the hardness in his
pants, and he was sweating like crazy. He swallowed dryly as Joanne began her
show. He absentmindedly grabbed at one of the cherries hanging from his ears.
Soon enough, Joanne was walking seductively down the catwalk, lip syncing to
some song Jotaro didn’t know, and soon enough they found each other, making
fiery eye contact right as she made it to the edge. Jotaro didn’t know what he
looked like but he felt so hot and so so trapped.
He just looked so much like Nori…
She reached down from the stage and placed a dainty, jeweled hand to the side
of his face, and Jotaro was thankful for the loud music so no one could hear
the way his breath hitched. Looking at her with lidded eyes he could really
appreciate her natural curves, made ever more sinful by the expensive looking
fabric draping her body loosely. This was the tease of a lifetime.
He never took his eyes off of her as she pulled away, walking back down the
stage, the glitter on her skin shimmering elegantly. It reminded him of
Hierophant Green. The back of the dress was cut out to reveal Joanne’s entire
back, and from this angle it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. Jotaro palmed a bit desperately at his crotch to get some relief and
to hide his straining manhood.
He remembered how Kakyoin used to love when he kissed up his spine. Kujo could
feel his chest restrict with emotion.
Joanne was shaking her ass in tune with the music and putting on a real show.
She gripped the insides of her own thighs, spreading them slowly for the crowd
before closing them again teasingly. Jotaro wasn’t about to avert his eyes, but
he didn’t have to look down to see the was a wet spot pooling on his pants from
all the teasing.
Yes, suddenly the thick sweet scent of the place was not so sweet; it smelled
much hotter, a pit of sweat and desperation. Jotaro wasn’t the only one getting
teased here, but he was the only one who had a promise for more later.
Soon enough Joanne was making her way back down the catwalk, but she stepped
off of this time to greet the front of the crowd. Jotaro hoped the song would
never end.
She soon stood directly in front of him and tilted his chin up with her
manicured hands. She stared at him with a devious smile and then looked around
the room as if to say “now is the time for your jealousy,” to the other men in
the room. Jotaro’s heart was hammering.
When she turned back to him, he noticed how her makeup was mostly in Noriaki’s
favorite shade of purple.
Joanne unexpectedly turned around and sat on Jotaro’s lap, causing his breath
to hitch yet again, though this time he was sure that she could feel it, and
his face was just blazing with the spotlight on him. The only respite he found
was that her warm ass hid his bulging cock from view.
He placed gentle but trembling hands on her tiny waist and lightly ground
himself into the soft fabric of her dress, her lip syncing never faltering even
for a second. She was rolling her belly as if his stiff cock was really inside
of her, and it made for quite the show. The crowd was whooping and hollering
for her to show them the same kindness.
But it was over all too soon. When the song was over, she stood up and grabbed
him by the hand, saying goodbye to the crowd with blown kisses and winks while
leading him up the stage and around back.
When they got to what was obviously Josuke’s dressing room it was simply out of
his range of control to avoid pressing him roughly into his makeup table with
his ass in the air. He could see his dominating frame looming over Josuke’s
more feminine one in the huge mirror hanging on the wall above the table.
He giggled underneath him, loving the way he had worked him up in the crowd,
but he couldn’t have known that he was also giving him heartache. It seemed
like it was a combination of things that really made Jotaro lively.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered lowly into his ear. He was
rubbing himself right between Josuke’s round asscheeks, causing the fabric to
bunch up towards the middle of it, revealing more of his creamy skin. He
gripped him painfully tight around his thin waist, one hand drifting to his
untucked boner. The dress was tight enough around this area that the outline of
it could be seen pressed up against his own belly.
“You would’ve let me fuck you in the middle of the crowd if I wanted to, hm?”
“A-ah, baby…” Josuke was losing his mind as well. He was grinding back into him
desperately.
“Would you like that? All those eyes on us while I make you cum again and
again?”
Josuke groaned deeply. His face was already so flushed that the makeup couldn't
hide it.
“Yes, Jotaro, I can’t stand being without your cock!”
That made his dick twitch almost painfully. He had been aching the whole night,
so he pulled his pants down part of the way to let his freed prick rest between
Josuke’s perfect asscheeks.
“Get the lube,” he ordered with a husky voice, and he was surprised all Josuke
had to do to get to it was open a nearby drawer. He took it from him with eager
hands.
He lifted the back flap of his dress to the side and lathered two fingers
generously with the lube. Josuke just spread his shapely legs further and tried
to look back at him through his long red bang. God, Kakyoin used to love
watching himself get fucked as well.
Jotaro playfully licked a light trail up Josuke’s spine, unintentionally
emulating his experiences with Kakyoin as his skin overheated. He slid two wet
fingers into Josuke’s twitching asshole and listened to his gasp sluttily at
the sensation.
Jotaro felt a fresh bead of precome make its way partially down his swollen
shaft.
Kujo kissed all over his back as he scissored his fingers in and out of his
young uncle. He knew to place the third finger when the other started fucking
himself desperately on his hand. He bit his birthmark sweetly before pulling
out of his ass to slick up his cock.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked sweetly into his ear.
“I’m so hard I could cry, baby,” was his breathy reply. “P-please…”
It was all he needed to hear. He pressed his blunt tip slowly into Josuke, who
lowered his head to rest on the makeup table. When he put his head down like
that, he really looked so much like Kakyoin. Suddenly there was a lump in
Jotaro’s throat, which he moaned around painfully as he sunk himself fully into
Josuke’s tight ass.
He swore lightly at the feeling of finally being squeezed in there, but after
being teased all night he was in no mood to play games. He started fucking
roughly into Josuke while rubbing his prick at the front of his dress. He ass
jiggled pleasantly with the rough handling. He silently wished it was Kakyoin.
It seemed as if Josuke was incapable of muffling himself as always, which
usually made it difficult to fuck in public places, but Kujo couldn’t care less
about being caught right now, especially not in a place like this. The other
was shamelessly pressing back into his hips like he would die if he didn’t
impale himself on this thick cock.
Jotaro had been breathing huskily. He wasn’t going to last very long but
neither would Josuke. His head was swimming with thoughts of Noriaki and his
young uncle. Oh, his heart ached but his dick ached more.
“I’m gonna fill you with my cum,” he heard himself saying. He hadn’t dirty
talked this much since Egypt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he heard Josuke singing over and over. He would never know
what he was doing to Jotaro.
Josuke lifted his head very suddenly from the table, making eye contact with
him in the big mirror and startling Jotaro into acknowledging the he could
never have Noriaki like this again. This was getting fucked up.
Just as he promised, Jotaro gave him a thick creampie, some of it dripping out
of his open ass and onto the floor with a lewd “pat,” sound. He pulled out, but
he wasn’t done. It was never that easy with someone as young as Josuke.
Kujo yanked him off of the table and pressed his exposed back up against his
chest. They both were heaving with need, so Jotaro found himself incapable of
not relieving this ache.
He lifted Josuke’s dress so that his prick was exposed to the air, and then he
tugged on it slowly, carefully rubbing his thumb on the head as if he was
trying to milk the younger boy. He knew Josuke couldn’t get enough of that. He
kissed his neck affectionately, trying to express himself in the only way he
knew how. He was having such conflicting feelings tonight and wondered if the
alcohol had been a good idea.
Josuke could barely stay on two feet so he leaned on Jotaro, who soon had
stained his makeup table with cum. His poor knees were shaking so badly.
The younger man let out a relieved breath, but Jotaro knew he wasn’t satisfied
yet. The younger one of the two turned around to kiss Jotaro gently before
parting with a light bite to his bottom lip. He admired the way his lipstick
stained his older nephew’s face.
Josuke sat himself onto the makeup counter with his back pressed against the
large mirror there. He lewdly lifted his legs to his chest which allowed more
cum to leak onto the table.
“Will you clean up this mess you made?”
Jotaro smirked up at him, enjoying the banter. He silently moved to run the
flat of his tongue against Josuke’s taint, smoothing the hair there down with
his warm saliva. It was much easier like this. While he was facing him it was
easier to tell it wasn’t his Nori.
Soon they were both hard again, Jotaro mouthing lazily at his younger uncle’s
balls and purposefully ignoring the one place he knew Josuke wanted the
attention the most. He wanted to hear him beg for it.
“J-Jotaro…”
Kujo looked up innocently from his spot between Josuke’s legs. The younger boy
was squirming desperately. He could see his eyes tearing up a bit.
“Eat me out, c’mon,” he whined suddenly.
Jotaro just hummed and kissed the base of his cock with his nose nestled into
Josuke’s thick pubic hair. He loved giving head, but more than that, he loved
how good Josuke always seemed to smell down here. His musk was clean, yet so so
hot.
It was all Jotaro could do not to give in and lick into his ass like there was
no tomorrow.
Josuke rolled his hips as pleading whimpers left his pouting lips. His voice
was shaking, as was Jotaro’s resolve.
Finally he cried, “Please, Jotaro… Oh, I want it so bad, please…”
That was it. He pressed his nose into Josuke’s hot taint as he ran his slick
tongue into his ass, wrapping a large hand around his engorged cock. He felt
his cooled seed slide down his throat as he eagerly pressed himself between
Josuke’s asscheeks.
Jotaro felt his own prick twitch painfully once more as Josuke wrapped his soft
legs around his shoulders in a heated attempt to keep his mouth on him for as
long as possible. The younger one moaned like a whore, arching his back in an
attempt to exaggerate the stimulation he was getting.
Kujo loved it. He could have gotten off from just watching Josuke writhe
against his mouth, but that wasn’t an option tonight. He wanted to fill him
with cum at least once more.
He reluctantly pulled away from his wetness, and heard Josuke whine yet again.
His dick twitched once more at the sound.
“L-let me ride you, baby,” Josuke pleaded. He was shivering and gasping from
the pleasure.
Jotaro smiled softly, and leaned down to kiss him once again. He looked like
Kakyoin tonight, but right now, nothing seemed more distinctly like Josuke.
This was the final act.
Josuke lead them over to a small couch. Kujo rested his back against the
armrest with one of his legs hanging off the side. He thought the way Josuke’s
mascara had bled and how his lipstick got smudged was extremely sexy.
The younger of the two took a deep breath before sitting on Jotaro’s stiff
length, hissing at the sensitivity of it. He had gotten full body shivers from
the intensity of it. It must’ve hurt to some degree but Jotaro knew that this
was just how Josuke preferred to get fucked. Thoroughly, that is.
Both of their chests were heaving with a need to get off on one another. Jotaro
wasn’t sure he would last long.
Slowly Josuke raised his hips, and they both let out a groan in unison. It was
the most tantalizing thing to see Josuke fuck himself like this. He lifted
Jotaro’s black turtleneck up to his armpits to expose his dusty pink nipples
and gently teased one with a manicured nail. He felt the sweat that had
gathered in his cleavage with his other hand, shaky fingers tickling the spot
there.
The younger of the two hummed, finding a teasing rhythm and keeping it with
practiced accuracy. He was going so slow that Jotaro thought he would go crazy.
He felt something wet land on his torso.
Josuke was crying. He must have been so sensitive. It only made Jotaro want to
fuck him harder. He groaned at the thought of pushing him against the plush
cushions of the couch and fucking him relentlessly, but he let his younger
uncle have control. It felt just as good to be teased like this.
Jotaro pinched his nipples through the green velvet of his dress, loving the
way Josuke couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut, and the way he was trembling
so weakly. This was something he just couldn’t resist.
“You’re so good, Josuke,” he grunted.
“Mmh, yeah, tell me how good it is. I want to hear it,” he gasped, sounding
closer to the edge than Jotaro had anticipated. His voice was high pitched with
the strain of pleasure.
“It’s so good. Ah, I love the way you take all of me,” he managed to get out
before throwing his head back with a gasp. The teasing was getting to be too
much.
“A-ah…!” he shuddered out loudly and desperately before cumming all over
Jotaro’s tense abs. Kujo loved the way the hot liquid pooled in his belly
button. He hummed in a satisfied tone and smacked Josuke’s ass playfully,
urging him to get up so he could cum unto his own stomach as well. He knew
Josuke liked to lick it all up afterwards. The poor kid could barely hold his
hips up off of Jotaro's cock. His orgasm had ripped through him so hard he was
left a trembling mass. 
It didn’t take long for him to finish, and when he finally did he let out the
tiniest of shuddering breaths, the kind he didn’t know made Josuke’s heart skip
a beat.
Soon after that he felt Josuke lap up their mixed seed. It was honestly
relaxing. He closed his eyes and focused of the warm length of Josuke’s tongue.
When he was finished, Jotaro yanked him down to rest against his chest,
breathing deeply, and enjoying the feeling of having the other so close.
He felt shame for wishing it had been Kakyoin with him earlier. It may be
wrong, and it may not be the same, but Josuke was someone who he somehow
managed to have stick around for a while. It was something to smile about.
He rubbed soothing circles into Josuke’s back, who only gripped him tighter. He
needed the comfort, Jotaro was sure, after becoming an oversensitive crying
mess. The younger boy was taking calm, shuddering breaths, surely taking a bit
longer than Jotaro to come down from his high. He whimpered weakly every now
and then.

They laid there like that for a while, reluctant to leave the other’s warm
arms. Eventually though, they would make their way back to the hotel and sleep
together once more.
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