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It has been a while since Jotaro has had a bad day due to mundane reasons, he muses as he rides the bus home, which makes it all the more pathetic in his opinion that he doesn’t know how to handle it. Waking up late, forgetting an umbrella, spilling tea (his precision isn’t what it used to be before losing his eye), learning some of his starfish in the lab have started showing signs of wasting disease and the mania he had to control as his staff ran around to quarantine them…all normal things that Jotaro has always wanted to worry about rather than end-of-the-world scenarios, but apparently he’s ill-adapted for normal life.
Jotaro sighs and glares out the bus window. He still has a ten minute walk in the Floridean July drizzle to go after reaching his stop, which he is not excited about. While normally he didn’t mind the walk parallel to the beach his and Kakyoin’s house sits near, hearing the gulls call and the waves crash on the evening shore with the smell of salt and seaweed in the air, today he just wants to be home, and the reminder that he still has another leg of journey to endure before he is just makes him frown sourly, grip tightening on the handrail of the bus.
He should really be sitting, but he refused to, even when a student near the front of the bus saw him and quickly got up to offer him the seat. His legs hurt and he’s starting to get a headache from how his eyepatch has been digging into his temples for 12 hours now, but if he sits now he won’t want to get up again, so he stands.
The bus arrives at his stop, and Jotaro forces his stiff legs forward and off, turning up his coat collar and tugging the brim of his hat down as the soft rain has free reign of him now. He walks as fast as he can stand to, his cane clicking against the cement of the sidewalk, and his free hand curls into a fist. Sweat sticks to the back of his sweater while his nose and ears grow frigid in the rain and really, this is the part Jotaro hates most: the clashing of different body parts’ temperatures, different areas asking for different things. He hates when he’s out of sync.
Jotaro makes it home in silence.
He unlocks the door and steps inside quickly and quietly, even if a part of him longs to slam it shut like a teenager. He stiffly leans his cane next to the door, letting it dry as he pulls off his shoes and coat and hat, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair with a tight grimace. He rips off his eyepatch, finally, and his shoulders slump, letting out a long breath.
“Jotaro?” He can hear Kakyoin call, and he looks up as he wheels into the front room, his hair still drying from an evident shower. “You’re all wet.” Gold coming from him, Jotaro thinks, watching as a stray droplet slinks off his hair and down his chest, crawling along his skin and disappearing underneath his sweater. “Welcome home.”
Jotaro grunts, walks over to him, and drops to his knees at the side of Kakyoin’s wheelchair to rest his head against his shoulder. Kakyoin smells like chai and Jotaro digs his nose in further, sucking in a deep breath.
“Hey,” Kakyoin says, bringing a hand up to his sweaty hair. Jotaro cringes as his fingers comb through it, but Kakyoin doesn’t seem to mind. “You smell like sweat. Are you okay?”
Jotaro stays quiet, just closing his eye and enjoying Kakyoin rubbing at his scalp. After a few minutes of sinking into his touch, Jotaro asks, “Can you make dinner tonight?”
Kakyoin kisses the top of his head. “Of course. Go shower, the water’s still warm.”
Jotaro sniffs, nods, and gets up, heading to their bathroom with slow steps. After a shower he takes his time with, mostly so he can sit in the spray and ease his headache away more than to thoroughly wash himself, Jotaro steps out and drys himself off, roughly tussling his hair with his towel so it can’t drip on him, even if it makes him look a bit doggish.
He leaves the bathroom and Kakyoin is making curry by the smell of it. He walks slowly into the kitchen, opening the fridge to get their leftover rice out and warm it up, and Kakyoin smiles at him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks.
Jotaro grunts, shrugging. “Nothing to talk about. Just a tiring day.”
Kakyoin hums, nodding. “Pineapple curry okay?” He asks instead of pressing, and Jotaro’s heart squeezes in his chest, finally feeling like he’s truly home after the day.
“‘S okay,” Jotaro agrees, before tacking on, “don’t make it too spicy.”
Kakyoin snorts. “It’s pineapple, Jotaro; it’s sweet, not spicy.”
Jotaro sniffs. “You find ways to make anything spicy.” Kakyoin just laughs at him and tells him to set the table, and he does, grabbing plates, silverware, napkins, and their respective medications they’re supposed to take with dinner.
Kakyoin thankfully doesn’t test him and indeed, the curry is sweeter than it is spicy. He eats quickly, having skipped both breakfast and most of lunch throughout the day, and when Kakyoin casually fixes him seconds with Hierophant, Jotaro eats it slower but no less enthusiastic.
When they’re done, they wash the dishes together, Jotaro scrubbing and Kakyoin drying, and between the warm water of the sink, the clink of dishes as he hands them off to Kakyoin, brushing his cold fingers as he does, while the rain patters against their window, he forgets he had a bad day in the first place.
When they’re done, they settle on the sofa, Kakyoin with his book, flicking on a tableside lamp as the sky grows ever darker, and Jotaro content to just doze next to him, feeling warm and safe.
Jotaro shifts at some point to lean against Kakyoin, and Kakyoin pulls him down to rest in his lap, one arm around his shoulders while he holds his book with his free hand. He isn’t quite sure how long they stay like that, time moving like warm syrup, but Jotaro is certain he is going to fall asleep there when instead, Kakyoin quietly closes his book and places it on the table the lamp is on.
He runs his now-free hand through Jotaro’s hair, and Jotaro presses into it, humming in pleasure.
“I thought you fell asleep,” Kakyoin chuckles quietly, and Jotaro hums again, opening his eye to look up at Kakyoin. Kakyoin is looking down at him, his wispy facial hair catching the light just so, the wrinkles near his eyes creased with his fond smile. Something catches in Jotaro’s throat.
“Could’ve if that lasted a few more minutes,” he mumbles, and Kakyoin chuckles.
“Do you want to go to bed?” Kakyoin asks, and Jotaro hums. He is tired, but he doesn’t really want to move yet. He just wants to be here, with Kakyoin, in this little limbo space they’ve created, away from everyone else.
“Can we stay here?” He asks, voice a little shy, and Kakyoin clicks his tongue, holding Jotaro’s face.
“You’re adorable,” Kakyoin grins, and Jotaro scoffs, batting his hands away halfheartedly, but Kakyoin holds strong. “Of course we can.”
Jotaro hums, the noise almost coming out like a purr, and when Kakyoin tugs him up for a kiss, Jotaro has no qualms about slowly pulling himself up to straddle Kakyoin’s thighs, going in for a sleepy kiss.
It does start out innocent enough, Kakyoin gently kissing Jotaro’s lips, each individual one not lasting long, but Kakyoin keeps following up immediately with another, and Jotaro’s head feels so, so fuzzy.
When Kakyoin starts pulling away again after just a few seconds, Jotaro whines, pressing further against him, shifting his hips as he does, and Kakyoin chuckles, holding Jotaro’s waist.
“What’s wrong, Jojo?” Kakyoin asks coyly, and Jotaro scoffs.
“Shut up. You know,” he grumbles.
Kakyoin smiles innocently, even as his eyes squint with mischief. “No I don’t. Use your words, Jotaro,” he says breathily, his exhale ghosting over Jotaro’s lips, and Jotaro groans, shifting his hips again as he presses forward only for Kakyoin to dodge him, making him kiss his cheek instead.
“Noriaki!” Jotaro snaps, and Kakyoin laughs.
“Words, Jotaro,” he purrs, and Jotaro exhales harshly, his face heating up.
“I want to kiss you,” he barks, and Kakyoin snickers.
“We were kissing,” Kakyoin points out, and Jotaro whines.
“Noriaki!”
“What, Jotaro?”
Jotaro surges forward, but Hierophant appears, wrapping around his chest and holding him back.
“Words, Jotaro,” Kakyoin murmurs, his breath ghosting over Jotaro’s lips again, and Jotaro gives in, like he always does.
“I want- I want longer kisses,” Jotaro grounds out, his tone taking on a pleading edge, “I want to kiss you properly,”
Kakyoin grins at him. “Good boy,” he says, and Jotaro shudders and moans before snapping his jaw shut, looking at Kakyoin with a wide, mortified eye.
He doesn’t have to stew in it long though, because Kakyoin swoops in to give him what he asked, and Jotaro quickly forgets his embarrassment once Kakyoin’s mouth is on his again, whimpering when Kakyoin sucks hard enough on his lip that Jotaro thinks it might bruise later.
He shifts his hips again and Kakyoin runs his hands down Jotaro’s sides, stroking him, before pulling back. Jotaro lets out a cry, breathing heavily, and Kakyoin sighs sweetly, looking at Jotaro with lidded eyes.
“Are you feeling good, Jotaro?” Kakyoin asks, and Jotaro isn’t really sure how to respond, panting slightly.
“Noriaki,” he says lowly, “kiss me.”
Kakyoin inclines his head. “Mm, that’s a pretty rude way to ask me for something,”
Jotaro hisses, rocking his hips forward, and Kakyoin’s fingers dig into his sweater, his teeth clenching.
“Shit, Jotaro-”
“Noriaki, please kiss me,” Jotaro snarls, and Kakyoin doesn’t hesitate in following through. He pulls Jotaro’s bottom lip between his own harshly, nipping at it with his teeth, and sparks go off in Jotaro’s gut, a plume of excitement spurring to life a flame in his veins, and he clutches at Kakyoin’s shoulders desperately. When Kakyoin licks at his lips for entry, Jotaro can’t open his jaw fast enough, immediately meshing his tongue against Kakyoin’s in greeting, shivering when Kakyoin licks at his teeth.
Kakyoin pulls back with a gasp, his chest heaving, and Jotaro groans low in his throat, and it’s only then he realizes he’s bouncing on Kakyoin’s lap, grinding his pussy against Kakyoin’s thighs as it rapidly gets wet.
“Shit, Jotaro,” Kakyoin husks, and Jotaro shivers, unable to stop himself from grinding, unable to even care enough to try. It just feels too good. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Jotaro scoffs, attempting to glare at Kakyoin even as he continues bouncing, and Kakyoin just grins at him.
“I can help you,” Kakyoin murmurs, “if you’re nice about it. Do you want to be a good boy for me?”
And just like that, the glare slips away. “Haah, hah,” Jotaro pants, dropping his head down onto Kakyoin’s shoulder, and Kakyoin chuckles. “I- I want- I want,” he pants, and Kakyoin hums, kissing his cheek in encouragement, and Jotaro groans.
“Come on, Jotaro,” Kakyoin murmurs against his skin, and Jotaro swallows, shuddering.
“Touch me,” he whispers, and Kakyoin immediately rewards him for his honesty by sliding a hand between his thighs, fingers pointing up so Jotaro can grind his pussy right on them, even through his clothes, and Jotaro moans loudly, arousal flaring in his stomach, bouncing roughly, making Kakyoin suck in a breath.
“Good boy,” Kakyoin pants, and Jotaro whines, riding Kakyoin’s fingers, keeping his head against Kakyoin’s shoulder as he slides one hand up to cup the back of Kakyoin’s head. Kakyoin rubs his back with his free hand, making him whimper.
“I want- I want to be y’r good boy,” Jotaro slurs, and Kakyoin chuckles, readjusting his fingers, making Jotaro gasp as they scrape against his clit more directly, stars exploding behind his eyelids.
“Well, I’d say you’re doing a good job of that right now,” Kakyoin snickers into his hair, and Jotaro whines, shaking his head.
“N-no, I want- I want-” he just can’t get a breath, Kakyoin’s fingers making his head spin, pleasure sparking up his nervous system like a livewire, continuously refreshing his thoughts, not giving him a chance to breathe.
“What do you want, Jojo?” Kakyoin asks, breath fanning across his hair, and Jotaro shudders, grinding his hips more harshly against Kakyoin’s hand. He can feel Kakyoin smile against his scalp.
“Noriaki,” he groans, and Kakyoin chuckles, curling his fingers, and Jotaro sees stars, the new position allowing him to hit Jotaro’s clit that much more directly even through their clothes. “Noriaki!” he gasps, tightening his grip on Kakyoin’s hair, which makes the man groan, shuddering against him.
“What do you want, Jojo?” Kakyoin repeats, pulling back just so he can see Jotaro’s face. Jotaro whines, chest heaving – he doesn’t want Kakyoin to see him like this, his face flushed and brows pinched, the corners of his lips wet with spit, but when Kakyoin smiles at him, moving his free hand from fisting the back of Jotaro’s turtleneck to caressing his cheek, Jotaro can’t find it in him to be embarrassed.
“I- nngh- '' Jotaro nearly growls, shuddering when Kakyoin digs a little harder, shoving his clothes in between his folds, the friction sanding his brain away into dust. “ Noriaki,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead, “Noriaki, please- can I- I want to fuck you, please?”
Kakyoin’s jaw drops, blinking rapidly, and Jotaro shoves his head down into his shoulder, his cheeks red hot, sweat tracking down the sides of his face. He bites his lip and ignores the drool beading at the sides of his mouth. After a beat, Kakyoin digs his fingers even further into his folds, and Jotaro lets out a startled moan, nearly choking himself with the sound.
Kakyoin tugs at Jotaro’s hair to pull his face from his shoulder. Jotaro humps against his fingers, and he could almost be happy with this, could cum like this easily, but-
But-
But he wants Kakyoin-
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin says, voice breathy, and Jotaro whines, prying his eye open from where he had it squeezed shut. Kakyoin is sweating too now, the heat of their bodies getting even his low temperature raised, his cheeks flushed enough that Jotaro feels less self-conscious about his own blush. “You wanna fuck me? Hm?”
Jotaro moans, throwing his head back, but Kakyoin jerks him by the hair forward again, forcing him to meet his gaze. Jotaro whimpers, humping downward, orgasm beginning to tighten his gut, sparking around the base of his spine.
“Noriaki,” Jotaro pleads, dropping both hands to Kakyoin’s shoulders again to keep himself balanced, “Noria-”
“Answer the question, Jotaro,” Kakyoin cuts in meanly, but he’s smiling – smirking – and petting his hair, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Jotaro groans, panting heavily. “You want to fuck me? You want to be a good boy for me?”
“Fuck,” Jotaro moans, shuddering, “Yes, yes, I want to fuck you, I want to be a good boy for you, please, please, c-can I- I-?”
Kakyoin chuckles and removes his hand from between Jotaro’s legs and Jotaro lets out a cry, sagging against Kakyoin, trying to grind his hips against Kakyoin’s thigh to keep the pleasure going, but his orgasm slips away like water between his fingers and his vision blurs with tears, his brows pinched together.
“Noriaki,” He cries, voice edged on a sob, “Why- why-?”
“Sh, sh,” Kakyoin soothes, petting his hair and using his newly freed hand to stroke his sides. Jotaro trembles, rocking his hips against Kakyoin’s thigh shallowly. “You’ll cum soon, don’t worry, Jotaro. You just need to be a good boy for me first, okay?”
Heat billows in Jotaro’s belly, wisping up his ribs, and he shudders and nods and slides off of Kakyoin, his clit throbbing with the loss of a warm body to grind against. Kakyoin smiles at him and Hierophant Green manifests, tentacles snaking their way to the bedroom to grab Jotaro’s cock and harness. Jotaro swallows, only for his mouth to run dry again when Kakyoin lays back along the couch, spreading his legs wide as his smile turns more mischievous.
“If you want such a special reward,” Kakyoin says, staring up at Jotaro where he sits perched, frozen, on the edge of the couch, “you’re going to have to work for it. Can you get me ready, Jojo?” He purrs.
Jotaro sinks so abruptly, any pride he had left being washed out of his brain as it soaks in lust and love and want, and Jotaro surges forward to crawl towards Kakyoin, panting aggressively, which makes Kakyoin smile wider. “Y-yes, I’ll be a good boy,” Jotaro blurts, and Kakyoin outright grins, his teeth peeking from his lips.
When he’s within reach, Kakyoin cups the side of his face, stroking his cheek, and Jotaro leans into it wantonly, closing his eye, kissing his palm. “Oh, Jotaro,” Kakyoin coos, “my good boy.”
Jotaro shudders, gasping harshly as his brain spins, the world flip-flopping on him. “Your- yours-”
“Mine,” Kakyoin agrees, and Jotaro drops down and noses against Kakyoin’s dick through his pants, making him moan abruptly, writhing under him. “Jotaro-”
“Yours,” Jotaro confirms, before he shyly runs his tongue along Kakyoin’s length where it tents in his pants, and Kakyoin cusses harshly, fingers gripping the couch tight enough that Jotaro can hear the leather creak.
Panting, his lids heavy with lust, Jotaro reaches for Kakyoin’s waistband. “Can- can-”
“Yes, you can,” Kakyoin groans, and Jotaro shivers, the edge in his voice slithering down his spine, winding him even tighter, “good boy, Jojo, so smart,” Kakyoin adds, and Jotaro cries, his hips jerking as he rips open Kakyoin’s zipper and tugs his pants and underwear down impatiently, his harsh motions making Kakyoin’s dick bounce back against his stomach when it is freed. Kakyoin kindly kicks them off once Jotaro pulls them past his thighs and he immediately resumes position, staring at Kakyoin almost as if in a trance, gaze locked on Kakyoin’s hard cock and tan hole.
“You-” Jotaro whimpers at the sight, his pussy pulsing in his own boxers. “You’re so- oh, Noriaki,” he nearly swoons, and Jotaro can’t help that he sweeps forward to kiss along Kakyoin’s length, which makes Kakyoin cuss harshly, his dick twitching against Jotaro’s lips, which is an entirely addicting sensation – but Jotaro has a mission. He’s going to be a good boy, and good boys don’t get distracted.
Trading a few more kisses against Kakyoin’s dick, lapping a few times at his head and balls, he trails down further to Kakyoin’s hole, breathing heavily, making the ring of muscle twitch.
Jotaro licks his lips before looking up at Kakyoin, leaning his heavy head against his soft inner thigh, which contrasts to his scratchy stubble. Kakyoin catches his eye, his own chest heaving.
“Can… Can I?” Jotaro croaks, unable to catch his breath. Kakyoin tilts his head and Jotaro whines softly in his throat, but manages to clarify, “Can- Noriaki can I please eat you out?”
Jotaro gets a front row view to how Kakyoin’s cock jumps at the idea, and he hides his smile into Kakyoin’s thigh, kissing the skin while Kakyoin groans, muscles tensing underneath Jotaro. “Shit- fuck, you really do want to be a good boy, huh?” Kakyoin asks harshly, his words coming through his clenched teeth, and Jotaro moans, nodding his head, grinding his hips against the couch.
“Your good boy,” Jotaro agrees and Kakyoin moans.
“Fuck- Jotaro, you’re fucking golden,” he cusses, and Jotaro cries, shuddering from the compliment. “Yes. Go ahead, my Jotaro,”
Jotaro shudders, nearly writhing at the title, panting an echoed, “Your Jotaro,” in a small whimper, before he leans forward, kissing the skin around Kakyoin’s hole, bringing his hands up to clench around Kakyoin’s thighs.
Finally, he zeroes in on Kakyoin’s hole, giving it a shy kiss in greeting. Kakyoin groans softly, a hand reaching down to cup the back of Jotaro’s head, and Jotaro feels heat curl around his chest at the encouragement, tendrils of warmth wrapping around his heart.
Sticking his tongue out, Jotaro gives his opening some soft licks with the flat of his tongue, and Kakyoin shudders, muscle rippling underneath Jotaro’s fingertips. Jotaro hums, encouraged, and seals his lips around his entrance.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin says breathily, fingers tangling in his hair, and Jotaro takes a deep breath, only for his eye to roll up at the smell of Kakyoin, of laundry detergent and soap and sweat, the taste of clean skin and salt flooding his mouth, and Jotaro can feel his spit thicken, his hips pumping downward, trying their best to get friction from the couch cushion. He moans, and Kakyoin echoes it, the vibrations of Jotaro’s sound making him tighten his fingers in Jotaro’s hair.
Jotaro licks over his hole again a few more times before slowly pointing his tongue and sliding in properly. Kakyoin clenches down on him before releasing, accepting his advancement into him, and Jotaro moans softly, his sound completely muffled from where he’s buried between Kakyoin’s thighs. Kakyoin hisses, stroking Jotaro’s hair. “Good boy, Jotaro,” he says quietly, voice measured, “good boy, my good boy, keep going, just like that,”
Jotaro hums in acknowledgement and pushes his tongue in further, stroking along Kakyoin’s walls, before he laps back up, rewetting his tongue with new saliva, and diving back in, bringing the wetness into Kakyoin’s hole.
Kakyoin whimpers, his other hand coming to join the one already in Jotaro’s hair, and Jotaro exhales harshly before thrusting his tongue outright.
Kakyoin cries out and Jotaro’s head spins with arousal, dropping one hand from Kakyoin’s thigh to reach down between his own legs-
But Kakyoin’s hand snaps down and grabs Jotaro’s wrist before it’s out of reach, and Jotaro whines, whimpering.
“I know, I know,” Kakyoin soothes, stroking the thin, sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist. “I promise, I promise it will be worth it Jotaro. You can wait a little longer, right? My good boy…”
Jotaro feels the backs of his eyes burn, even as he lets Kakyoin pull his hand up to rest beside his hip. He interlocks their fingers, squeezing Jotaro’s hand, and Jotaro sniffles before squeezing back, thrusting his tongue again, making Kakyoin cry out, the hand still in his hair tugging the roots lightly, which makes Jotaro drool right into his hole.
“Ohh, Jotaro,” Kakyoin gasps, panting, “oh, my Jotaro, you really like this, don’t you…?”
Jotaro whimpers in reply before pulling back his tongue, rewetting it with the drool from his mouth, and then diving back in, thrusting harshly against Kakyoin’s walls, opening him up, prodding at his depths when Jotaro reaches as far as he can go with his tongue.
Kakyoin cusses, thrusting his hips down against Jotaro’s face, and Jotaro moans, pressing into it as he continues to thrust his tongue against Kakyoin’s tight heat, rocking his own hips against the couch in vain. “Fuck, you really do love this, huh? You love being so good for me… You’re such a good boy, Jotaro, fuck-” Jotaro prods harshly at a new spot with his tongue and Kakyoin jolts with a loud moan, fingers squeezing so, so satisfyingly tight in his hair. “ Jotaro-!”
Smiling dazedly, Jotaro shifts his shoulders slightly before presses his face harshly against Kakyoin’s rocking hips, thrusting his tongue over and over against that same spot, and Kakyoin cusses, arching his back, squeezing Jotaro’s hand and hair, and Jotaro feels like he could die here, Kakyoin’s skin so, so hot, his sinuses full of the smell and taste of him, Kakyoin’s moans the perfect sending song-
“Jotaro-!” Kakyoin pants, high pitched, and Jotaro keeps thrusting and thrusting and thrusting-
There are tentacles around his waist and suddenly Jotaro is being pulled back, his tongue slipping out of Kakyoin, a thick strand of drool connecting him to his tongue, and Jotaro cries, fighting the tentacles halfheartedly, but they stroke his shoulders in a soothing gesture and slip underneath his clothes, helping him to get undressed despite his trembling. They slide his pants down, but keep his boxers on for the harness, then pull his sweater up and over his head, Jotaro dazedly raising his arms to assist. Two tentacles wrap around his breasts then, squeezing lightly as reward, and Jotaro’s hips buck, moaning, shivering as the tentacles slide to trace his ribs before rewrapping around his waist, criss crossing over his chest. Jotaro’s breathing heavily, his breasts bouncing, shoulders shuddering with need.
Speaking of trembling, Kakyon’s thighs are shaking, his dick bouncing with his harsh breaths as Kakyoin pulls himself up to a sitting position, breaking the strand of drool between his hole and Jotaro’s tongue.
Jotaro moans, his head lolling against his shoulder, and Kakyoin smiles at him widely despite his pants, pushing his glasses up his nose and rapidly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders onto the heap they’ve formed on the floor.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin murmurs, leaning forward slowly, hissing when it stresses his back. Jotaro writhes, trying to reach for him, but Hierophant holds him firmly, and when Kakyoin makes it to him, he kisses his forehead, cupping his cheeks. Jotaro whimpers, going limp.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin says again, and Jotaro huffs, breath feverish.
“Your Jotaro,” Jotaro rasps, and Kakyoin shivers, his dick twitching. Jotaro’s thighs are drenched even with his boxers soaking his slick up. Jotaro can smell his own arousal, which in turn makes it worse, makes him shudder in Hierophant’s hold.
“My Jotaro,” Kakyoin agrees, kissing his face gently, his lips soft, his breath warm. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, I know you really like eating me out…” Jotaro cries wordlessly, his hips jerking. “I know,” Kakyoin soothes, petting his sides, and Jotaro pants, all the blood running from his brain to his face to show off how embarrassed and dazed he is right now. “But I want to cum with you.”
Jotaro’s jaw drops but no words come out, and Kakyoin smiles at him, his wide mouth curling up into something both delighted and mischievous, scarred violet eyes crinkled, the wrinkles around his mouth creasing with his grin, and Jotaro feels his heart pound so hard it nearly scares him, a fresh wave of longing washing over him so intensely he almost feels on the verge of fainting.
Kakyoin leans forward, mouth near his ear, breath making his hair stand on end, and says, “I want to cum while you fuck me,”
“Ngh- Nnn-! Noriaki! ” Jotaro squeals, body quaking in Hierophant’s hold, and Kakyoin laughs and pulls back, grinning like Jotaro is a treasure, stroking his cheeks with his soft hands. He kisses his face again before ducking down and kissing his lips, and while normally Jotaro hesitates over mouth-to-mouth kisses after oral, he can’t care about his squeamishness now, pressing into Kakyoin’s cheek harshly as he kisses back, nipping at Kakyoin’s lip, needing more of him, everything he can give, he needs Noriaki, he wants him so bad his clit hurts-
Kakyoin laughs and opens his mouth at Jotaro’s badgering, and Jotaro darts his tongue in, tangling it with Kakyoin’s, caressing him, and Kakyoin hums, pleased.
After a few moments of treasured closeness, they both pull back for breath, Jotaro’s chest heaving like he’s about to run out of air at any minute. Kakyoin grins, kisses his forehead, before scooting back just a bit. Hierophant hands him Jotaro’s harness and cock, and Jotaro whimpers, staying pliant in Hierophant’s hold.
“Do you want me to put this on for you, Jotaro?” Kakyoin purrs, staring at Jotaro while he runs a hand along the length of Jotaro’s strap – a realistic, skin-colored piece that isn’t particularly long, but is thick and heavy and sits just so right off of Jotaro’s hips, the balls at the base always knocking and grinding against his clit with every movement. Jotaro shivers, panting like a dog. He can’t get enough air.
“Please,” he whimpers, and Kakyoin grins.
Slotting the dildo into the harness, Kakyoin feels along the length one last time, making Jotaro shudder, before Hierophant leans Jotaro back. Jotaro hoists his knees up and Kakyoin slips the harness on over his legs, sliding it up and over his boxers. He lightly slaps his ass once it’s in place and Jotaro scoffs, rolling his eye.
“Fuck off,” he snarks, and Kakyoin snorts. He tightens the harness, a hand tugging his cock slightly to test the stability, which makes Jotaro let out a startled moan when it causes the strap to grind against his clit, his pussy throbbing. Kakyoin smiles widely and Jotaro inclines his head, his face several degrees too warm, but he doesn’t care.
“Feel good?” Kakyoin asks, voice low, and Jotaro swallows thickly and nods.
“It’s good,” he confirms. Kakyoin smiles and leans back, splaying his legs out again, and Jotaro gets a front row seat to how his hole glistens with the spit he lathered it with earlier, and something completely primal erupts from his chest, rumbly and low and throaty, almost like a purr.
“Noriaki,” Jotaro says breathlessly as he once more crawls over to Kakyoin, “Noriaki, Noriaki, I- I wanna fuck you,” he whimpers.
Kakyoin grins, reaching up to pull Jotaro closer, kissing his lips, and Jotaro cries, breathing harshly as he brings a hand up to cradle Kakyoin’s against his face.
They pull back after a minute, all the wrinkles on Kakyoin’s face creasing with his smile, and Jotaro’s heart aches, aches, aches.
“Then fuck me, Jotaro,” Kakyoin says, voice low, “be a good boy and make me cum.”
Jotaro lets out a ragged gasp, shuddering in Kakyoin’s hold, and when Hierophant nudges his thigh with their bottle of lube, Jotaro frantically grabs it, immediately lathering his fingers with some. Kakyoin leans back, legs spread wide, and he reclines with a smile, staring up at Jotaro.
Jotaro swallows thickly, reaching with his lubed fingers for Kakyoin’s hole. It twitches when his fingertips touch it, and Jotaro finds the opening is still slick from earlier. His clit throbs against his balls, and Jotaro lets out a quiet sound, not quite a whimper, not quite a growl, but somewhere between.
He pushes one finger in and is immediately confronted with just how warm Kakyoin is inside, sharply contrasting to his usual freezing cold fingers and toes and even nose. Jotaro moans softly, Kakyoin echoing the sound as Jotaro seats himself up to his knuckle, gently massaging his walls to spread the lube.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin says breathily, and Jotaro whines, thrusting his finger in and out. Kakyoin’s hole clenches around him, but opens up at his insistence, and his pussy pulses. “Good boy, Jojo,” Kakyoin sighs, leaning his head back. “Another,” he suggests quietly.
Jotaro shivers and complies, sinking another finger inside of him, and Kakyoin makes a rumbly sound at the stretch, pressing his hips down against it.
“Is it good? Am I good?” Jotaro finds himself whispering, and Kakyoin chuckles, opening his eyes and smiling up at Jotaro, a hand reaching up to hold his face.
“My Jotaro,” Kakyoin says, and Jotaro shudders, whimpering, “you’re doing so good. Keep- uhn-” Kakyoin shivers when Jotaro curls his fingers and spreads them, pressing against his walls in multiple ways, opening him wide. “Jo-”
Jotaro presses down harshly then on the spot he remembers identifying earlier with his tongue, and Kakyoin jumps, hips thrusting down against him harshly.
“Oh- uhnn, Jotaro, good boy, more-!” Kakyoin gasps, and Jotaro obeys, panting, whining, beating his fingertips against the spot over and over, a wet squelch echoing between Kakyoin’s thighs every time he thrusts in and out. “Fuck, Jotaro!” Kakyoin’s voice heightens in pleasure, his thighs sloppily and shakily circling around Jotaro, and Jotaro feels his head spin, the warmth and pressure and praise making his mind feel so fuzzy, his pussy weeping with how wet he’s gotten, and he’s honestly worried he’s cumming for a second before Kakyoin pulls him down for a kiss then whispers, “More, Jojo, m-more-!”
Jotaro jolts, brought back to his body, and while his head is still fuzzy, his clit still twitching against his strap, he slips in a third finger and Kakyoin groans, fisting his hair in appreciation, making Jotaro breathily groan with him, panting harshly.
“Good boy, Jojo, good boy, keep going,” Kakyoin pants, and Jotaro whines and noses underneath Kakyoin’s jaw, kissing the skin he finds there, licking up the small amount of sweat that’s appeared between the folds of his skin.
“‘m- I’m a good boy,” Jotaro whines, and Kakyoin chuckles breathlessly, the noise punched out of him. His legs are shaking where he tries to keep them pinned against Jotaro, and while Jotaro adores the pressure, he gently reaches to bring them down onto the couch, spread wide, letting Kakyoin rest while still giving him access to his hole. Kakyoin groans lowly and Jotaro whimpers at the sound, pumping his fingers in and out of him even faster.
“Fuck,” Kakyoin rasps, chest heaving. “Jojo-”
Jotaro sniffles. “Your- your Jotaro,” he presses, kissing his neck, and Kakyoin moans, tugging his hair, making Jotaro thrust his hips, his strap jamming against Kakyoin’s thigh, making his balls bump into his clit, and Jotaro lets out a startled moan, his fingers stuttering in their rhythm.
“Yesss,” Kakyoin hisses, petting along Jotaro’s hair, “my Jotaro, I- mmh-! I’m ready, I’m ready,” he pants, and Jotaro hums, bringing his fingers to a stop, hesitating in Kakyoin’s warmth, his thumb sweeping over Kakyoin’s balls, which makes the man whimper, before he finally slips them out.
He wipes his fingers on Kakyoin’s thigh and Kakyoin groans quietly, chest heaving. “Gross,” he jokes hoarsely, and Jotaro whimpers.
“I-I’m still a good boy, right?” He pants and Kakyoin huffs, wrapping his arms around Jotaro’s shoulders.
“You’re my good boy,” Kakyoin growls, and Jotaro’s hips twitch, moaning into Kakyoin’s neck. “Now live up to your title and fuck me!”
Jotaro doesn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling to pour more lube into his hand, he pumps his cock, moaning as it grinds against his clit, wet sounds echoing up to their ears as Jotaro slicks himself.
“Good, Jotaro,” Kakyoin pants and Jotaro groans and wraps a fist around his cock. He clumsily leads his head to Kakyoin’s hole, the ring of muscle twitching as the silicon nudges it, but it swallows his head easily when Jotaro presses in, the slight resistance grinding the base of the strap against Jotaro’s clit, and Jotaro moans low and long in his chest, Kakyoin echoing it with a whimper.
“Jotaro-” Kakyoin gasps, “Jotaro- my Jotaro, good boy, keep going-”
Jotaro cries and thrusts in further, cutting Kakyoin off with a loud moan, throwing his head back. Jotaro takes the opportunity to nip and kiss along his jaw, breathing harshly against his skin, goosebumps rising due to it, Jotaro chasing them with his tongue. He sinks deeper into Kakyoin’s heat, and when he bottoms out with a soft slap of his hips against Kakyoin’s, Kakyoin breathing harshly, he just sits there for a few moments, letting Kakyoin adjust, even while his clit wants nothing more than to rock into Kakyoin to force the strap to grind back against him.
Kakyoin stays petting him all the while, panting, and when he regains the breath for speech, he murmurs into Jotaro’s hair, “Such a good boy, Jotaro, you’re so eager, hm? Do you like fucking me?”
Jotaro whines, adjusting his hips, and Kakyoin lets out a low moan, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Yeah,” Kakyoin confirms to himself, “you love it. You’re mine.”
Jotaro’s hips jerk forward – he can’t help it, Kakyoin’s words sending a rush down his back, electrical signals tangling at the base of his spine making him thrust – and Kakyoin moans loudly, panting.
“Fuck-” Kakyoin pants, and Jotaro whimpers.
“‘M sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I’m a good boy-” Jotaro whines into Kakyoin’s neck, but Kakyoin just laughs, pulling Jotaro back by the hair to look him in the face.
“Don’t apologize to me, my Jotaro,” he purrs, and Jotaro sniffles. “You did nothing wrong.” He brings him down for a quick peck, and Jotaro kisses back desperately, a whine building in the back of his throat but not escaping.
“Now,” Kakyoin pants, pulling back Jotaro once again. “Be a good boy and fuck me, Jotaro.”
Jotaro’s hips respond before he can verbally, thrusting forward firmly, making Jotaro see stars as sparks of pleasure ride up the base of his spine from it. “Uhhh- Noriaki, Noriaki, I’mmm your good boy-”
His eye rolls up into his head and he ducks back down to Kakyoin’s neck and chest, kissing every stretch of skin he can, his hips finding a rhythm of pumping in and out. He doesn’t pull out much before thrusting back in, unable to bear leaving Kakyoin’s hole much if at all, but he thrusts with such power and precision that Kakyoin chokes, panting aggressively, and Jotaro can feel his heartbeat flutter against his lips when he kisses over it.
“Jo- Jotar-”
Jotaro shuffles, bracing his knees more firmly against the couch, and surges forward.
“JOTARO!!” Kakyoin nearly squeals, his thighs twitching, arms locking around him, and Jotaro feels the entire world spin around him as pride and joy over getting such a reaction slam into him, making him moan and whimper into Kakyoin’s skin as he keeps that pace, panting aggressively as he humps. “Just like that, just like that, good, good boy, k-keep- Jotaroooo-”
With the sound of Kakyoin panting right in his ear, Jotaro continues pumping in and out of him forcefully, never pulling out far before ramming back in, stars dancing in his vision as his clit is grinded against his balls, sparks twisting around the base of his spine, his stomach tightening. “‘M a good boy, nhhh- I‘m your good boy, Noria- ah, ah- Noriaki please,” Jotaro chants, the breath for it somewhere in his lungs, even with his head spinning like he hasn’t breathed at all for the past several minutes.
Kakyoin doesn’t respond except for a low moan, fingers digging into the thick skin of his back, and Jotaro swallows and kisses where he can, breathing harshly through his nose. He continues fucking into Kakyoin, the couch squeaking underneath them, and if Jotaro were in a more coherent headspace he’d worry about breaking the frame of it, but as it stands, all he cares about is getting the leverage to fuck Kakyoin like he deserves.
Jotaro’s shoulders are shuddering where he leans over Kakyoin, his muscles exhausted and getting no favors with how the edge of orgasm sweeps over him, and he’s dripping sweat onto Kakyoin’s body, but he can’t care, because Kakyoin is moaning so, so sweetly, his fingers tight in his hair, holding Jotaro close, and Jotaro thinks he could die like this and be happy, in Kakyoin’s arms, Kakyoin’s, his Jotaro-
“ Noriaki,” Jotaro whines desperately, thrusting harshly, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in his ears. “I’m your good boy, I’m yours, please, am I your good boy?”
“Uh- uh, uh, uh, nn, Jotaro,” Kakyoin moans, and Jotaro shivers. Even if he didn’t say the words outright, it’s enough, especially when he feels Kakyoin sloppily twist his head to kiss the top of his hair.
Jotaro cries and thrusts rapidly, his toes curling as he gets closer to his release, humping like an animal in heat, his breathing unstable and shuddery. “Noriaki,” he whimpers, “Noriaki, Noriaki, Nor-”
“My Jotaro,” Kakyoin whispers, “t-touch me- deeper- b-be a good boy-”
Jotaro immediately slips a hand between their bellies, taking hold of Kakyoin, brows raising when he feels just how much precum has leaked out of his cock, the slide wet and slick. Re-bracing his knees, Jotaro gently pulls Kakyoin up a bit, wary of his sensitive spine, his free hand splaying along his lower back to support him, before diving back into his hole, grinding harshly when he bottoms out.
“JOTARO-!!” Kakyoin gasps, breaking off into a high pitched moan when Jotaro begins stroking his cock in earnest in time with his thrusts, thumbing his slit.
Jotaro continues pounding into him, grinding his cock in deeply when he bottoms out, sparks clouding his vision as his clit is rubbed with the motion, before he pulls back slightly to do it all over again.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin rasps in a high voice, and Jotaro whines, breathing harshly, “My Jotaro, such a good boy- b-be a good boy and cum for me!”
As if he was waiting for the demand, all Jotaro has to do is slam in and grind roughly and firmly for one second, two, before he slips over the edge.
“NORIAKI-!” Jotaro cries, cumming with a gush of fluid between his boxers and pulsing folds, grinding frantically against his strap, making his cock jostle deep inside of Kakyoin, right up against his prostate. With a few more strokes and a twist of his wrist, Kakyoin lets out a wet gasp and cums with him, shuddering violently, moaning loudly.
“Jotaro, mm, good boy, ahh, Jotaro-” Kakyoin moans wantonly, and Jotaro squeezes his eye shut, his hips shuddering as his orgasm washes over him, the waves evening out slowly. Kakyoin’s dick pulses against his hand, wetting both of their bellies with his cum, and Jotaro is obsessed with how warm it is, even if he otherwise dislikes the sticky feeling tugging on the hair of his stomach.
Kakyoin shudders before gasping, chest heaving, his dick spent, and that’s when Jotaro lets himself collapse, a puppet with its strings cut, his cock still buried inside of Kakyoin. Kakyoin yelps when he does, the angle pressing against his spine weird, but before Jotaro can apologize Kakyoin has already shifted, readjusting, before loosening his grip on Jotaro’s back, petting along his hair and the back of his ribs.
Jotaro closes his eye, swallowing, his head foggy and satisfied, his boxers and belly sticky with cum and sweat, and he could almost fall asleep here, just like earlier, if he didn’t feel so sweaty.
Kakyoin continues stroking him as he catches his breath, his exhales brushing against Jotaro’s hair, and he nuzzles further into Kakyoin’s chest, letting out a deep breath. He traces fingers along Jotaro’s stretch marks and scars and Jotaro feels dizzy, digging his face further into Kakyoin’s collarbones, content to stay inhaling Kakyoin’s scent, in Kakyoin’s arms, for forever.
After a few moments, Kakyoin lightly tugs on Jotaro’s hair, and Jotaro, with great effort, turns his head up to look at him. Kakyoin smiles, his glasses knocked askew, drool drying on his lips, which makes Jotaro’s clit twitch weakly in interest, and reaches to gently comb his hair away from his face. Jotaro hums sleepily.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin murmurs, and Jotaro shivers. “You okay?”
Jotaro grunts softly. “Mhm.” He blinks slowly, his head fuzzy. “All here. Jus’ tired. You?”
Kakyoin laughs quietly. “I’m tired too. Let’s wash up so we can get to bed, hm?”
“Mm,” Jotaro agrees sleepily, slowly getting his arms underneath him and rising. His skin peels away from Kakyoin’s, the relatively frigid air making them both shiver, but Jotaro keeps going, mindful of his aching joints that are making themselves known now that his arousal has been satisfied.
He slowly leans back onto his knees, grunting when they crack – he is definitely going to feel their frustration over being used to brace his thrusts tomorrow – and grips his cock, gently pulling out of Kakyoin.
Kakyoin sighs, his hole clenching when Jotaro leaves fully, and Jotaro closes his eye, taking a deep breath to calm himself when his clit twitches again in interest. He was getting too old to do multiple rounds in one go – at least, multiple rounds on a couch.
Exhausted, he flops to the opposite end of the couch, grimacing at how cold the leather feels in contrast to the other side, but too tired to move.
Kakyoin sits up, grimacing, and he lets out a grunt when his back cracks, making Jotaro frown.
“Noriaki?”
Kakyoin waves a hand, face pinched as he rubs the base of his spine, his long hair, crusty with sweat at the roots but otherwise soft, falling around his face. “I’m fine. Just…” he chuckles, pressing his glasses back up his nose. “Wow, I don’t remember the last time we fooled around on a couch. I think I know why we stopped.”
Jotaro’s face burns and he grunts, crossing his arms.
“Aw, Jotaro,” Kakyoin teases as he leans forward, crawling to sit next to Jotaro, slowly settling down so as not to anger his spine more. Jotaro hums, leaning against him, and Kakyoin sighs, reaching a hand up to card through Jotaro’s hair. “Don’t be embarrassed. I had fun.”
Jotaro hums, closing his eye. “I did too.”
There’s a tug on his boxers then, and Jotaro sleepily opens his eye to see Hierophant’s tentacles. He hums, cumbersomely pulling his harness and boxers both off his hips, letting Hierophant take it from there. Kakyoin clicks his tongue at his laziness, which makes Jotaro smirk.
He sighs and settles back down as one tentacle heads down the hall to place Jotaro’s boxers and the rest of their clothes in their hamper, while the other takes his strap to the bathroom sink, intending to wash it off.
“Thank you,” Jotaro murmurs. Kakyoin smiles.
Jotaro closes his eye again, content to lean against Kakyoin and doze, only for something to poke his lips. His brows pinch and he opens his eye again to see one of Hierophant’s tentacles offering him his toothbrush, a dab of toothpaste on top.
He hears brushing beside him then and knows Kakyoin has his as well. “C’mon, Jojo,” Kakyoin says sleepily with a mouthful of bristles. “You gotta wash after eating ass.”
Jotaro wrinkles his nose but takes the toothbrush. “Don’t say it like that,” he mutters, and Kakyoin snickers.
They both sleepily brush their teeth, Jotaro closing his eye again as he scrubs, and when Hierophant appears again with cups for them, Jotaro takes it, spits, and wipes his mouth before settling back against the couch, admittedly feeling better with his mouth clean.
“I’m so glad you have a long ranged stand,” Jotaro murmurs sleepily, and Kakyoin snorts, leaning his head against his shoulders.
“Well, you won’t be for long, because a long ranged stand can’t clean us while we’re on a couch, so,” Kakyoin pushes at his shoulder lightly, “get up. We’re not gonna sleep with cum on us and I really don’t want to sleep with lube in my ass.”
Jotaro’s nose wrinkles. “Do you always talk like that after we’re done?”
Kakyoin chuckles. “You like it.”
Jotaro’s cheeks burst with flame. “No I don’t.”
Kakyoin’s brows raise, still smiling, and Jotaro stands up, huffing.
“Come on, let’s go shower,” he grumbles, and Kakyoin chuckles and takes his hand.
They lean against each other and slowly make their way to the bathroom, no urgency in their steps, and Jotaro leans his cheek against Kakyoin’s soft hair, a sense of calm washing over him, allowing him to kiss Kakyoin’s head and not even be embarrassed when Kakyoin grins.
As they wait for the water to warm up, Kakyoin appreciates the sloppy love bites Jotaro had given his collarbones, and Jotaro’s face burns in a way he’s happy to let smolder. When Kakyoin turns to him, eyes crinkled, all his wrinkles folded with his smile, Jotaro can’t help leaning in to kiss him even as he smiles himself.
After a shower wherein Kakyoin sat on his stool and Jotaro remained next to him as he washed himself and had Star Platinum do the bulk of Kakyoin’s washing (“Glad you have a precision stand,” Kakyoin had murmured, sitting up so Star Platinum could properly wash his legs, and Jotaro had smiled), they finally toweled off and head to their bedroom, exhausted.
Kakyoin gently crawls into his side of the bed while Jotaro flops onto his, closing his eye near immediately. Kakyoin chuckles at him, tugging at their blanket. “Come on, you know I get cold.”
Jotaro grunts but maneuvers to pull the blanket up from under him, and when they’re both under the covers, Jotaro turns to face Kakyoin, tucking himself into Kakyoin’s side.
Kakyoin chuckles sleepily, turning to face him in return, draping his arms over Jotaro’s back, and Jotaro hums, pleased.
“Thank you,” he rasps again, the words awkward in his half-conscious mouth, and Kakyoin chuckles again.
“Thank you,” Kakyoin murmurs, and Jotaro snorts, nuzzles closer, and lets sleep take him. He can distantly feel Kakyoin kiss the top of his head as he does, and he can’t help but smile as he drifts off.