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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/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable), Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      josuke_higashikata_-_Freeform, kishibe_rohan_-_Freeform, Jojo's_Bizarre
      Adventure_part_4:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Explicit_Language, Light_Bondage, Rope_Bondage, Blindfolds, Sensory
      Deprivation, Anal_Sex, Kissing, Fellatio, handjobs, Nipple_Play, Finger
      Fucking, Anal_Play, Licking, Rimming, Orgasm_Denial, Dry_Orgasm, Cock
      Ring
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-09 Words: 3526
****** from now our merge is eternal ******
by Psuedorabbit
Summary
     infatuation is a form of temporary insanity
Notes
     short fic about Rohan getting dicked down, comments are always
     appreciated
     bonus points if you recognize the title is from the song Cirice by
     Ghost
See the end of the work for more notes
“Tight enough?” Tight rope is coiled around thin wrists, a finger skirting
beneath the rough texture to test the tightness. The artist nods once, wriggles
his hands and feels friction starting to burn into his skin.
A hum of approval from Josuke followed by a grin, and both of his hands are
slipping down from the wrists bound to the top of the headboard down to the
sensitive undersides of Rohan’s forearms. Past the undersides of his biceps,
alongside the soft edges of ribs barely visible through the thin skin. Settling
on jutted hips, on the warm skin unmarked and flushing with color wherever it's
touched.
Rohan can feel eyes on him, causing him to squirm once again-- he'd glare at
Josuke, tell him not to take advantage of his power, but he's blindfolded and
cannot. His upper lip quirks, a slight expression of nervousness. He isn't
allowed to speak. That much was required. Safe word was  pens , but Rohan
thinks he would feel no need. The times he submitted so willingly and blindly -
quite literally- to Josuke were few and far inbetween but each time was
pleasant and unique in its own way. No single session was the same.
Instead of words, breath passes his lips and he smooths out his features. He
feels Josuke lift his hands from his hips, and then hears the man shuffling at
the bedside. He knows what he's grabbing, he was warned.
The pompadour man holds a chest, a small thing no bigger than a foot a cross
and five inches tall, opening the hinge. Inside were papers written on thick
paper, folded in half. He reaches in, choosing one at random and sets the box
aside to read Rohan’s neat handwriting. Each paper listed something off on
them, a sexual punishment or a reward. The paper he held said,  Punishment;
orgasm denial.
This was always a favorite for the both of them, so it wasn't  exactly  a
punishment. Perhaps in the moment, but the outcome was surely magnificent.
Josuke lets a noise of approval, uttering the words scrawled on the paper to
tell his lover. Rohan becomes stiff, hesitance clear in his actions. Could he
handle it, in this situation? He couldn't even  see.  He hadn't even been on
the receiving end in, what was it,  months ? He would become a mess, he knew
it, but he also knew Josuke would be there to clean his mess, to pick him up
and bring him back to reality when it was all over. At the moment, Rohan wanted
nothing to do with reality.
And it began as soon as it was requested. The chest is set aside with the paper
inside, locked up once more. Josuke is just as bare as the other, heavy jacket
and pants abandoned on the floor. Trails warm fingertips up the insides of
Rohan’s thighs and oh-  oh , he's immediately rewarded with a hitch of breath.
Pink is blooming on the apples of the mangaka’s cheeks, contrasting against the
black of the bandana around his eyes. Josuke bites his lip, presses his fingers
a little harder against his skin to see red bloom there, too; it's such a
lovely color on his lover, he yearns to see more of it.
Purple eyes are scaling down his torso, skipping over obvious arousal to focus
on the soft clenching and releasing of his abdomen. Watches the prominent dips
and curves of muscle grow soft and then rigid, then soft once more. Eyes move
up once more and settle on the rise and fall of his chest, the ever hardening
pink nipples that wait to be given any sort of attention. His chest is
beginning to turn colors, too.
“Embarrassed?” Josuke muses, and he can tell that he startled the other by the
way his body jerked. Rohan didn't move for a moment, but decided to be truthful
and nod his head.
“Thank you for telling me,” Josuke murmured, leaning down so his weight rested
on his forearms, nose brushed against the other's as he continued, “should I
reward you?” Again, another nod. They kiss once, twice, a soft succession of
contact that has the sound ringing softly between them and is trailed from
Rohan’s mouth down the length of his jaw. He knows better than to leave marks
here.  It isn't the same rules when Rohan is on top. Unfair.
Josuke’s left hand slips onto Rohan’s solar plexus, slowly drifts down to
between his hips and along the base of his cock. His grip is soft and light and
not at all satisfying-- it has the artist arching his hips a little more,
twisting to try and chase after the warm touch in search of something better.
Reeling for more of the fleeting touches to reach Nirvana, even if it’s only a
taste. He isn’t rewarded. Wrist twists languidly, slow drags up and a smooth
reversal. Rohan’s eyes squeeze together tighter beneath the bandana, cheek
resting against the pillow as he bares his neck. Almost instantly he’s feeling
soft hair tickling his skin, warm lips pressing soft kisses down the length of
his jugular and the grip on his cock is  tight.  It was sudden and pleasure
rocketed up his spine sharp enough to snap it upward to make their chests
touch.
The mangaka’s thighs are beginning to press together, wrists pulling the ropes
taut and burning his skin once more. He can feel the chuckle reverberating
within Josuke’s chest, he wants to punch him in his pretty mouth but the rose
blooming high up on his cheeks from embarrassment said otherwise. His thighs
are pulled apart with equally warm hands, pressed up to his chest and he can
feel his muscles stretching-- it didn’t hurt, but it was definitely a little
more  lascivious than he intended. A few beats pass and Rohan can hear and feel
the bed sheets shifting and the mattress dipping and then, oh  god--  wet heat
is pressed against his entrance and Josuke is dragging the flat of his tongue
across his pink skin, the tip of it drawing little curves around him.
The artist’s breath was thrown out of his lungs as quick as it was pulled in, a
strained noise that could have very well been a moan was quick to reward to the
younger male. Rohan’s manicured fingertips pressed and cut into his palms, jaw
clicking shut as he stifled any other noises that could escape. The muscle
circled around him slowly, alternating between firm circles and gentle stripes
and within a matter of minutes the artist was reduced to a panting, squirming
mess. His dick leaked with fervor, stiff and aroused with just that little
stimulation. Cum started to pool against his stomach, Josuke coming up once his
jaw became unbearably sore. Lips swollen, wet with saliva and his breath was
only slightly out of pattern. Said lips covered over the dotted areas with cum,
tongue swiping up the evidence. What Rohan wouldn’t give to be able to see the
sight.. Josuke kissed along the length of his cock, nose pressed to the base
and mouthed at his taint. The mangaka released a new set of noises, these in a
lower octave than previous and it pulled goosebumps to the surface of the
other’s skin.
The younger can see Rohan clenching around bare nothingness, aching for touch,
for something to fill it; he’s more than happy to oblige. He kisses the man on
the cheek as he rises, grabs a bottle of lube that has seen better days and
pops the cap open. The cool gel is dribbled messily along Rohan’s lower half
and instantly he’s squirming again from the shock of the temperature change. He
whines as he feels it dripping down his pubic bone and down his balls, down
past his hole and onto the once clean bedsheets. He feels so much slickness
between his cheeks as he squirms and he wants so badly to snap at Josuke to
hurry up but he knows he can’t or else he’ll  never  get what he wants and
that’s the last thing Rohan wants to happen. His tongue is instead clamped
between his molars, eyebrows coming closer and closer together as he feels
teasing fingertips dance their way through the warming lube on his skin.
The pompadour male strokes over Rohan’s entrance slowly, teases him even
further by only pressing in to the first knuckle and drawing out, only to
repeat the process until he was a little looser. Every few minutes a half of a
digit is pressed in until three are swallowed down to the last knuckle, curled
against his walls tight. The artist tries to level his breathing, his tongue
tasting its own blood as he repeatedly swallows, miniscule thrusts arched
upward to try and feel those thick fingers move against him. Sensitive areas
are nudged against, sending dull jolts of bliss through his nerves and Rohan is
nearly ready to start begging to be filled. Instead, he clamps his teeth on his
tongue once more, copper flavor seeping between his teeth.
It seems like a half an hour before Josuke deems him ready, and at this point
he’s merely a slick, wriggling mess of a stand user who has too much pride to
even quaintly ask to be fucked open. Josuke looks his body over again, gaze
flickering from the gloss of lubricant on his cheeks to the drying gloss of
saliva on his hips and lower abdomen, to the constant dribbles of precum on the
tip of his cock and wonders if he could ever deal with the threat of imminent
doom if he were to take a photo. He decides that he could take one later, when
there would be a bigger mess. If he still had the courage.
More lube is applied generously to Josuke’s length, pulsing at just the sight
alone of Rohan presenting himself so  lewdly.  Of course, under Josuke’s
insistence. His thighs are pressed to his chest once more and the tip of the
younger’s length is hardly catching the rim of his hole and for a split second
it fools the artist; had he not been prepared enough? No, no, Josuke was
teasing him on purpose. Rubbing his cockhead across his hole and further
slickening between his cheeks and along his taint. Rohan was nearly breathless-
-  come on come on, comeoncomeonco-
Finally, it’s sinking in and from that act alone the mangaka is locking up,
thighs tightening and his jaw falling slack. Josuke stops moving and something
of an irritated huff of breath is forced out. He can feel the presence of
Josuke’s face near his own, and if he leans just right he can brush their lips
together. He bites down, just a little, and can feel the other begin to smile.
He presses into the kiss, and they’re moving a little quicker now. Tongue
pressing against Rohan’s bottom lip and he’s more than willing to allow him
entrance. Josuke kisses him while simultaneously reaching for the dresser
drawer pulling out a rather unfavorable toy for the artist; a ribbed cockring
that he hastilly rolls over the man’s dick before he could receive any form of
refusal, or complaint. He conveniently pulls away from the kiss right before
Rohan’s teeth click together in an attempt to bite once more, when he can feel
the smothering tightness around the base of his cock.
“Keep it up and you know what will happen. I can find a much better way to use
that pretty mouth of yours.” Josuke’s words are level, soft hand coming up and
tracing along Rohan’s jawline and gently squeezed. “You aren’t restricted to
just keeping quiet,  Rohan .” Of course he wasn’t.
The mangaka breathes in slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he
cants his hips upward as if it were a low level apology for his misbehavior.
Josuke readily accepted it, hands repositioning themselves on the backs of the
other’s knees and pressed down once more. He can feel the muscles tightening
more and more the further he pressed down until they wouldn’t budge any further
and Rohan’s breath was stuttered. His cock easily slid deeper into him and
eventually he bottomed out within a minute or so. With the way Rohan clenched,
his walls were just as tight as they were when they mouthed at his fingers, and
it damn near made Josuke delirious when he began to make simple movements back
and forth.
Josuke slid one hand from where it originally lay, sliding it up the expanse of
Rohan’s abdomen to settle on one of is pectorals. Firm, rising and falling in
an out of patterned rhythm and he  squeezes.  Feels the man under him release a
withheld grunt before he can hear it. It vibrates through his skin and into the
pads of Josuke’s fingers, goosebumps rising like flowers. He sinks his nails
into the otherwise flawless skin, digs five crescent marks until the skin
turned various shades of red and nearly violet when he released his grip.
His cock sinks in and out of him faster, brushes against his walls in a way the
complemented the grasp and release of Rohan’s chest until it was tender and
red, nipples swollen from surrounding stimulation. The joint of the younger’s
thumb brushes over the nub slowly, presses in before pinching it against his
forefinger. He does this slowly, gradually twists until he sees a crack in
Rohan’s otherwise single faced appearance. Upper lip curled to bare teeth, a
sharp intake of breath and his spine is shooting upwards with a whine. He
repeats this to the other and Josuke feels the mangaka's thighs trembling as he
holds one and it sends a jolt of adrenaline through his veins and arousal
through his dick.
Josuke wants to latch his mouth to his chest, but from this angle, he can’t.
The next best thing is his own hands, but even those are beginning to tremble
from raw pleasure alone. Two, three thrusts before the body beneath spasms,
cock pulsing and a carnal, ragged moan is the loudest thing in the room. Josuke
grins, slows his thrusts to tease the other, who only squeezes his walls around
the smug teenager.
“Aren’t you glad I put this ring on you? I mean, I know it isn’t your favorite,
but I know you couldn’t live with yourself if you came this early. Besides,
where’s the fun in that?” Josuke murmurs, his voice every bit as smug as the
glint in his eyes and Rohan doesn't have to remove the blindfold to hear it.
Josuke drags heat inside Rohan as he’s starting to thrust again, but only
shallowly.
“Look at you. You looked wrecked already, and I’ve barely done anything to you.
I wonder if you would be crying if you didn’t have your blindfold on?” He
muses, uses the hand on the artist’s chest to grip his jaw, the man was
currently facing away from Josuke. A rough grip fixed that, and he can feel the
wetness edging just above the hem of the blindfold. As if on cue, Rohan
sniffled, and color burned further down his skin to just above his collarbones.
How  delightful.
Josuke hums in the back of his throat, leans down to kiss along the curvature
of his jaw and up towards the apple of his cheeks. The tip of his tongue dances
along the skin as he presses those open mouth kisses there and collects some of
the tears. Rohan squirms, teeth biting his bottom lip as he shakes his head, he
knows he isn’t allowed to speak even in a post orgasmic state; he’s such a good
boy.
“Want me to help you? I’ll make a deal. This,” the hand on his jaw slips away
as fast as it came, fingertips dancing along the rubber ring on the stiffened
cock under it. “Will come off, but I want you to help me cum. Deal?” Rohan nods
quickly, all resolve thrown out the window the moment he dry orgasmed-- it was
painful and he was full of nerves and feelings and  god  Josuke was really
going to get a taste of his own medicine later on--
Said boy is going full speed, hips slamming in and out of Rohan at a pace harsh
enough to rock the bed, the titanium headboard slamming ominously against the
thick walls. It was almost enough to distract the mangaka from the nearly
blinding sensations searing his skin.  Almost.  However, Josuke was admittedly
too good at what he does, too good to know that even if Rohan was still pouring
tears over the pain of overstimulation, that he wanted nothing more than to be
fucked into a comatose state. Blind to the world, deaf to the sound of
deadlines on his manga series. A numb vessel walking through the grass on the
other side. That’s exactly what was going to be handed to him, it wouldn’t take
much now.
To speed up the process, Rohan began to roll his hips, squeeze around Josuke
rhythmically and wrap his calves around the other’s hips in an attempt of
pulling him closer, of filling himself more of what he craved, of what he
needed.  When Rohan starts to feel Josuke’s movements grow sloppy, he starts to
grin. Arch his back higher and wrap his legs tighter around the other and
Josuke’s breath is by his ear. Hot and heady, it makes the artist’s skin
prickle and blush, Rohan turns his head to kiss along Josuke’s temple until he
finds his lips. The rough breaths are coming to a halt and all they can hear is
their hearts in their ears and the lewd wet squelches and skin on skin contact.
There’s a dull buzzing in Josuke’s ears and he’s reaching for the cockring,
yanks it off without warning or preparation and Rohan is crying out against
Josuke’s mouth. He’s frantic now, thrusts hitting every sensitive spot as he
did earlier but now much less refined and controlled.
White is spattered between them, thick and  hot  and painting their chests,
Rohan’s chin and even Josuke’s cheek wasn’t saved from impact. The scent of it
was like an aphrodisiac, the teenager’s body melting at the seams and he
doesn’t quite remember pulling out but his seed is quickly pouring out of him
and onto Rohan’s body. It’s mostly on his face, somewhat on his chest and the
last few ropes are spattered onto his pubic bone. A wrist comes up to wipe the
bit that got on himself.
They’re both spent and their chests heaving, Josuke’s thighs shaking from the
effort of holding him up for so long. He takes a spot next to Rohan, lays
beside him to catch his breath. It’s a while before their heartbeats are normal
and the artist’s skin is cooling down. He isn’t so red anymore but there’s
hickies and nail prints on his body, as well as fingerprints. Not bad, but not
vanilla either. Josuke sits up on his knees, glancing at the drying mess
covering Rohan.
He decides that they’re not going to shower yet, so he silently leaves to pad
into the bathroom. The sink is turned on and a wash rag is placed under warm
water and wrung out, the sink turned off and he’s coming back to Rohan. He
hadn’t moved since his orgasm. Josuke knows he isn’t asleep, though. He climbs
back onto the bed and sits on his lap, thighs straddling his hips. The cloth is
gently dragged over his skin starting at the exposed part of his face,
collecting filth and sweat until he was wiping along his nethers. The cloth is
tossed to the floor.
The ropes are picked at until the knots are loose and they unravel, falling
limp as Rohan pulls his wrists free. His shoulders and arms feel like they’re
in a state of rigor mortis, growing sore as they’re lowered to his sides. His
hands rub his wrists, fingertips trailing over snakeskin trails imbedded into
his skin having a rubicund complexion. The blindfold over Rohan’s eyes is
lifted, rousing his bangs as it slips off and is tossed to the side. Teal
irises are focused on the figure in front of him, blinking to clear away the
blurriness in his vision. Josuke is sitting on Rohan’s lap with that irritating
grin on his face, looking down at Rohan with his hands on his chest. Rohan
surprisingly mirrors the smile, albeit warily.
“You should get some sleep, you know. Hopefully I’ve helped you clear your
mind.” Josuke murmurs, slipping his hands over the broad chest beneath them to
lock his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Rohan sets his hands on
Josuke’s hips, squeezing lightly.
“You treat me like some damsel..” He sighs, leans forward to rest his damp
forehead on the others, eyelids fluttering shut as he closes the distance
between them to lock their lips together. This time was much softer than
earlier, mouths parting and closing together in a gentle synchronization and
created a gentle buzz of warm content to settle in the pits of their stomachs.
End Notes
     a remix of the same fic from a different fandom that i wrote, bite me
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