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Jotaro was horny.
Some may put it more eloquently, but Jotaro had long exhausted his efforts to stay polite. His skin had been buzzing with the frustrating lick of arousal the entire day, thrumming through his veins. Today was—finally—one of the few days he shared a day off with Noriaki, and between grading endless piles of papers and working on his thesis, Jotaro wanted to spare himself a few hours of solace. That could mean a nice walk to work his joints, a relaxing shower, or perhaps a bit of much-needed alone time with his partner.
Noriaki seemed to have other plans.
Instead, the other stayed seated on a cushion in the living room, clammy fingers mindlessly smashing the buttons of his controller as the graphics of Super Mario Bros. Deluxe flashed on the screen in front of him. Noriaki’s brows were furrowed together in deep concentration, glasses drooping from his nose, shouts of frustration escaping him each time he missed an obstacle—Jotaro swore he could see a bead of sweat dribbling down his temple.
“Oh, come on!” Noriaki cried when his sprite was hit by a Koopa, causing him to lose a life, the mocking 8-bit melody ringing in his ears. Jotaro’s lips curved into a frown. He wrapped an arm around his waist from the side, burying his face into the junction of Noriaki’s neck to press a small kiss. He smelt of his floral body wash, Jotaro’s skin buzzed harder.
Noriaki let out a small groan. “Jotaro, I won’t be able to focus,” he complained. Jotaro’s frown deepened. He took his lips off Noriaki’s neck and instead pressed his cheek against his shoulder, his hat shifting slightly askew.
“Take a break then,” Jotaro simply replied.
A louder groan left Noriaki’s lips. He attempted to shrug off Jotaro’s arm around him. “Later, I want to get through this world first.” Noriaki paused to push up his drooping glasses higher up his nose. Jotaro stared longingly at his slender fingers, wondering how they would feel gripping his hips, sliding into his mouth, or maybe even pushing inside of him. “Maybe you should do something too, weren’t you in the middle of reading that book about starfish for your thesis?”
“Sea stars,” Jotaro corrected.
“Right. You wouldn’t stop reading it earlier when I had to call you down for dinner, you looked quite engrossed,” Noriaki continued. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish that? I’m probably going to take a while.”
So, that’s how it was.
See, Jotaro wasn’t all too interested in how others perceived him, but he knew that to most, he was considered attractive. With a towering stature and a stoic expression, he would have a horde of screaming girls flock to his side during high school, hear his students giggling about him in the halls whenever he would pass by, have his own co-workers attempt to persuade him to dinner plans—yet despite all of this, Jotaro couldn’t even have his damn partner pay attention to him for more than five seconds.
“Because I want to spend time with you,” Jotaro responded.
At that, Noriaki’s face softened. Jotaro wrapped his other arm around Noriaki’s midsection, slightly tugging him towards him. Maybe, at the very least, he could convince Noriaki to sit on his lap while he played.
A soft sigh escaped him. “Alright, maybe after a few levels instead,” Noriaki compromised, fighting the soft smile on his lips, and Jotaro’s heart rate increased at the promise. Noriaki leaned back against Jotaro, allowing the other to shuffle him into his lap, Noriaki’s back pressed to his chest, warm arms wrapped firmly around him in a tight embrace. Noriaki glanced momentarily over his shoulder, “Don’t distract me too much,” he said in a thinly-veiled warning, but with no real malice in his tone. Jotaro simply nodded, gaze lingering on Noriaki’s lips as he talked. He just had to endure for an hour or so, then maybe he could get what he wanted.
Booting up a new level, more 8-bit music blasted through the speakers of the console as Noriaki cruised through the platform—Jotaro wondered how he hadn’t gotten sick of the music yet. His head was pounding from how high the shrill frequencies chimed in his ears, frequencies he thought he would be too old to pick up by now. He tried to keep his mind occupied with other thoughts, things he needed to do: his thesis, some laundry he had to do, and oh, he had to find time to clean the aquarium in their office later. Nothing that would make his mind trail back to Noriaki. Noriaki’s lidded gaze staring at him from above, Noriaki’s lips trailing kisses down his neck, Noriaki pushing into him from behind—
Good grief, get a grip.
Jotaro’s brows furrowed, interrupting his train of thought. Not right now. God, this had to be advanced-level horny because Jotaro couldn’t remember a time he was this desperate for Noriaki since they were teenagers. It was an all-consuming force that coursed through his veins, weighed heavily in his stomach.
Instead, Jotaro perched his chin atop Noriaki’s shoulder, taking in a short breath to himself. His gaze followed the Mario sprite with each jump and descent, trailing to the end of the screen where the sprite vanished in the next jump.
“Damn it!” Noriaki cried once more, jumping a little in Jotaro’s lap, brushing against his crotch. Jotaro’s eyes shot open, nerves buzzing, and he concealed a soft groan from squeezing past his lips. He glanced at Noriaki, casting a waiting glare.
But then Noriaki booted the same level again, just as normal. Jotaro blinked.
Give me a break.
He didn’t notice, accidents happen, but Jotaro didn’t need it to happen again. He was already pent up as is. Jotaro cleared his throat and placed his chin back onto Noriaki’s shoulder, focusing his gaze on the screen once more while he reasoned with his heart to stop hammering so hard against his chest.
Until it happened again, Noriaki cried out when a Koopa hit his sprite and jumped a little in Jotaro’s lap in dismay, nudging right against his crotch this time. Jotaro muffled another groan into Noriaki’s shoulder, expression stiffening.
That had to be on purpose this time, right? Being in a prolonged state of dim arousal all day wasn’t doing any wonders for Jotaro’s judgement, especially as Noriaki continued as normal and booted up the level once more—clearly, none the wiser. Jotaro’s jaw tightened.
Maybe Noriaki was cursed with a bad level, or maybe Jotaro was cursed to sit through each attempt because with each failure, Noriaki kept shifting in Jotaro’s lap, agitating the growing problem in his sweatpants. Noriaki kept dying at the same point too, either being hit by an obstacle, or falling into a hole, or both. Jotaro wrapped his arms tighter around Noriaki in an attempt to keep him still and away from said issue, but combined with his growing losses, Noriaki grew more irritated. He struggled against Jotaro’s grasp, an exasperated sigh bursting past his lips.
“Jotaro, stop! What are you doing?” Noriaki cried out, eyes still fixed on that damn screen, but Jotaro only held him tighter.
“Stop moving so much,” he grunted in reply, words squeezing past his clenched jaw.
But Noriaki only struggled against him harder, thumbs pressing against the controller buttons with growing vexation until GAME OVER flickered onto the screen in big, bold letters. Noriaki’s shoulders dropped in dismay. He whipped his head around towards Jotaro.
“You made me lose!” Noriaki cried; irritation blazed in his gaze. “What the hell is your deal—? Oh.” Noriaki’s eyes grew wide.
Jotaro stayed silent, only burying his face against the red strands spilling onto Noriaki’s nape as Noriaki finally sat still.
The room was quiet for a few moments, minus the blaring video game music that seemed to grow softer in Jotaro’s ears with each passing heartbeat. Placing his controller down, Noriaki slowly turned his body back around, catching Jotaro’s gaze, where he revealed a small smirk broadening across his features. “I didn’t know you were that desperate you’d purposely try to make me lose a game,” Noriaki softly chuckled, his grin growing more shameless by the minute as he turned fully around in Jotaro’s lap to face him. Jotaro’s brows furrowed.
“I wasn’t trying to—“
“I told you I would be done after a few levels,” Noriaki continued. He placed a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder, fingers gliding down to massage his firm biceps. “But you couldn’t even wait that long,” he sighed, his voice almost tutting in disappointment. Jotaro’s frustration doubled.
“You kept losing the same level over and over again anyway; it might as well be the same thing,” he retorted.
Noriaki quirked a brow in challenge. “Oh?”
“Good grief,” Jotaro muttered under his breath, attempting to hide his expression—and flush—under his hat, but Noriaki’s hand stopped him. He pushed his hat away, fingers trailing down to grab Jotaro’s chin, directing him right into prying lavender eyes where he couldn’t hide.
“You are a piece of work,” Noriaki smiled, eyes crinkling near the twin scars that ran along his eyelids before pressing their lips together.
Jotaro’s eyes widened momentarily before they fluttered shut, a full-body rush of arousal buzzing happily in his system, growing tenfold. His arms wrapped tightly around Noriaki’s back, head tilting slightly to the side, and Noriaki hummed into the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment to take off his glasses and chuck them elsewhere—Star Platinum caught them and placed them on the coffee table—before diving back in, fingers travelling up Jotaro’s face to entangle themselves in his thick curly locks. Noriaki yanked Jotaro’s face impossibly closer towards him, the spiral of his ginger fringe spilling lazily across Jotaro’s cheekbone, caught in between his slim fingers that still grabbed onto Jotaro’s face.
“Noriaki,” Jotaro mumbled against his lips, breathless, but Noriaki only took advantage of his open mouth and slipped his tongue in. A small grunt left Jotaro, thick arms tightening around Noriaki’s back as Noriaki pressed their tongues together, the heat prickling on his skin growing hotter with every second.
The game had been long forgotten, with the light of the flashing screen dancing beneath Jotaro’s eyelids. Noriaki was leaning in so far that his weight was pressing against Jotaro, slowly pushing his back towards the floor onto their shaggy grey rug, and Jotaro went down without a fight—sparkling tendrils of Hierophant Green wrapping around his middle to ease him down.
Knees on either side of him, Noriaki’s hand travelled down and slipped under Jotaro’s too-tight purple shirt to glide over the ridges of muscle along his abdomen, his fingers cooling against Jotaro’s scorching skin. Jotaro groaned at Noriaki pressing against his stomach. Pulling away, a thick string of saliva briefly connecting them, Noriaki rolled Jotaro’s shirt up his chest. His fingers slid up, giving a firm squeeze to his pectoral muscle.
“Noriaki,” Jotaro grunted. “Not here.”
With a playfully unknowing expression, Noriaki only tilted his head, his hand trailing down to squeeze Jotaro through his sweatpants—Jotaro muffled a moan. “I thought anywhere would be good enough for you.”
Jotaro’s expression tightened. “Watch it.”
A loud snort escaped Noriaki, eyes crinkling. “Okay, sorry. It’s not my fault you were so pent up you got a hard-on from me sitting on your lap.”
“Noriaki, last chance.”
Noriaki muffled another chortle, “So, I guess you didn’t want to do anything, after all.”
“You—“ Jotaro let out an exasperated sigh. He shot up to sit and practically yanked Noriaki to toss him over his shoulder, rising to his feet. Noriaki wouldn’t stop giggling as Jotaro treaded out of the living room and down the corridor into their bedroom—Star Platinum turning off the console on his way out.
Shutting the door behind him with a loud thud, Jotaro threw Noriaki onto the bed, who still wouldn’t stop giggling as he bounced a few times on the mattress. He climbed on top of him, fingers slipping into the waistband of his trousers and boxers before yanking them down his legs. Noriaki’s cock shot out, hanging over his stomach; he was already half-hard.
Jotaro’s eyes widened before his expression shifted into a subtle smirk. “What was that about getting hard easily?”
“Can it,” Noriaki quipped, a mighty flush broadening across his features. It made his scars stand out.
Smirk softening into a grin, Jotaro helped Noriaki kick off the rest of his trousers, which landed scattered on their wood-tiled floor. Saliva began to pool around Jotaro’s mouth as he shuffled down in between Noriaki’s thighs, taking his cock in his hand, admiring the throb of the organ. He slowly began to move his hand up and down—pausing to spit into his palm for more glide—the warm skin tightening in his hand as he worked Noriaki to full hardness, a low groan leaving him. Jotaro’s breath hitched, his own cock twitching in his boxers at the sight. He swallowed, glancing up at Noriaki before he opened his mouth to wrap his lips around the shining tip.
“Fuck—“ Noriaki gasped, his hips stuttering a little into Jotaro’s mouth. Jotaro dove his mouth down a little deeper, one hand gripping the base while the other pushed Noriaki’s hoodie up his stomach, fingers mindlessly massaging over the scar tissue making up his abdomen.
Noriaki’s hands found Jotaro’s hair, fingers clinging onto his thick locks each time Jotaro’s throat moved further down around his cock. His thighs trembled when Jotaro took him nearly all the way down to the base, head thrown back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut.
Pulling away with a gasp, Jotaro stared up at Noriaki with lidded eyes, holding his cock against his cheek. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Noriaki’s flush deepened. “Yeah, fuck—if that’s what you want,” he stammered out, but Jotaro could sense the excitement in his tone. He couldn't miss the way Noriaki's cock had throbbed when Jotaro had asked that. “It’s what you deserve, why’d you think I got you riled up like that?”
Jotaro’s expression withered from his face, eyes darkening. “What.”
A stifled chortle ripped past Noriaki’s chest, “We’ve known each other since we were seventeen, you think I can’t tell when my partner’s horny?” Noriaki continued to laugh, “I knew you were pent up since this afternoon, I just thought it’d be funny to see how far I could take—ah!”
Jotaro practically swallowed Noriaki down to the base again, ignoring the tears prickling the back of his eyes as his nose brushed against the trimmed scarlet hairs surrounding him. He smelt so good, of musk, sweat, but most importantly, Noriaki. Both of Jotaro's hands grabbed at Noriaki’s thighs to place them over his shoulders as he bobbed his head up and down his cock. “Jotaro, fuck, fuck—“ Noriaki breathed out, his voice getting higher by the second as Jotaro’s tongue pushed up against a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. Fuck, he looked so good; it was no wonder Jotaro had been pent up the entire day. Droplets of sweat trickling down his temple, scarlet locks tumbling over his face, a crimson flush adorning his cheeks, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his lavender eyes squeezed shut—Noriaki looked right out of Jotaro’s wet dreams. Jotaro groaned, sending vibrations onto Noriaki’s cock.
“I’m going to—fuck,” Noriaki cut himself off with another breathy moan. He swallowed, fingers grasping around the bedsheets. “I’m actually going to come if you don’t stop,” he warned, brows growing upturned with each movement of Jotaro’s warm throat wrapped around him. Jotaro didn’t stop, he let out another hum, sliding his mouth up Noriaki’s cock to swirl his tongue around the tip—the bitter taste of pre-cum coating his mouth. Jotaro dug his tongue into the slit, looping a hand around one of Noriaki’s thighs to begin jacking him off, bringing him closer and closer to climax.
Then, Noriaki threw his head back and came with a loud moan, streams of white shooting from his cock and into Jotaro’s throat that he gladly lapped up. He pulled off with another gasp as he continued to jack Noriaki off—his cock slick with his own saliva—until the rest of Noriaki’s orgasm had landed on his tongue, mouth open to catch the final droplets.
Noriaki’s chest trembled as he fought to regain his breath, his hips jumping a little from overstimulation with his back arched off the mattress. Jotaro gently massaged his hips as he waited for Noriaki to catch his breath, his own flush rivalling his partner’s. Noriaki’s fingers loosened their grip from the bedsheets, violet gaze shooting Jotaro an exhausted glare.
“Jotaro, why would you—?” Noriaki tipped his head back, an exasperated groan leaving him. “I thought you wanted to have sex.”
Jotaro shuffled further onto the bed, his knees pressed against the mattress on either side of Noriaki. “That’s an interesting way of saying thank you.”
Noriaki’s brows furrowed. “Thank you,” he corrected, “But how am I supposed to fuck you if I already came?”
Jotaro shrugged, “I can get you hard again.”
A soft scoff escaped Noriaki, “You’re pretty confident.”
Jotaro cocked a brow. He lifted his arms to slip out of his shirt, throwing it below. “I will,” he said—not a statement, but a fact. Noriaki mimicked his expression, his hands running down Jotaro’s muscled thighs, squeezing his erection through his sweatpants before his fingers trailed to the waistband.
“Come on,” he ushered, “I can feel you poking my stomach.” Noriaki chuckled, and Jotaro resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Good grief,” he muttered as he momentarily rolled off of Noriaki to kick his sweatpants and boxers off—his clothing joining the pile with Noriaki’s on the floor—before returning to his earlier position. Noriaki’s gaze practically twinkled when they landed on Jotaro’s more-than-neglected cock looming over his stomach, a bead of pre-cum dribbling down the shaft. His hand left his thigh to massage the warm length, and Jotaro muffled a low groan, finally getting some attention all day. He thrusted his hips in the direction of Noriaki’s movements, leaning his back against Noriaki’s perched-up thighs.
The soft sound of the bedside drawer opening snapped Jotaro from his thoughts, catching the glimmer of Hierophant’s tendrils rummaging through the drawer to retrieve the lubricant. Noriaki’s lips quirked into a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he assured, and Jotaro only let out a weak scoff.
Warming up the clear gel consistency in between his fingers, Noriaki ushered Jotaro to sit closer along his torso so he could reach behind him. A soft gasp left Jotaro as Noriaki spread his ass with one hand—his fingers grabbing the firm flesh—while the other slowly eased a lubricated finger into him. Jotaro’s chest trembled with a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When he opened them, Noriaki was staring up at him with a loving gaze, like Jotaro had hung the moon. Without his hat, Jotaro couldn’t hide behind it; his face was warming up.
“What?” Jotaro scoffed, but his voice could never hold any malice, not with Noriaki. He fought the sense of unease prickling on his skin under Noriaki’s intense gaze.
“Am I not allowed to admire my partner?” Noriaki hummed, that stupidly soft smile broadening across his stupidly wide and beautiful mouth. He thrust his finger inside of Jotaro, and Jotaro’s jaw fell slack by an inch, his expression dissolving with each movement inside of him, fingers clenched around the bedsheets.
“You did that on purpose,” he said, leaning back.
Noriaki’s gorgeous smile remained, “Of course, I did. I’m trying to make you feel good,” he responded, his hand travelling down Jotaro’s backside to massage a muscular thigh. Jotaro’s eyes narrowed, Noriaki clearly missing the point, before his brows grew upturned when he pushed a second finger into him. Jotaro’s hips stuttered, his cock flagged a little at the initial discomfort, but Noriaki brought a hand to pump him back to full hardness. Noriaki pumped his fingers harder into Jotaro, the slickness of the lubricant running down his digits and onto his abdomen, staining his hoodie; it swirled further arousal around Jotaro’s insides. What a mess. His jaw fell fully slack when Noriaki’s fingers pressed against a certain spot inside, and an electric spark from Jotaro’s brain burst down his spine, tingling in his toes.
“Ah!” Jotaro gasped out, his abs flexing when he instinctively clenched down on Noriaki’s fingers, head thrown back. “Shit, Nori—“ Jotaro cut himself off with a louder moan when Noriaki thrust his fingers directly against his prostate this time, massaging his fingers into the nerves. Stars exploded beneath Jotaro’s eyelids.
“You look so gorgeous right now,” Noriaki breathed out, tone filled with awe as he gazed up at Jotaro, his eyes trailing down to his leaking cock. Jotaro couldn’t respond; he only ground himself further onto Noriaki’s fingers against his special spot, the ache in his middle leaking further into his crotch as pre-cum spurted from his cock with each thrust. “Fuck, come here.”
“Uh-n,” Jotaro moaned, his head filled with cotton, until it clicked what Noriaki wanted to do. Jotaro opened his eyes and stifled a breathy half-laugh, half-scoff in disbelief. “I’m going to crush you.”
Noriaki mimicked his scoff, but with more seriousness; his fingers stopped moving, which had Jotaro suppressing a whine. “I don’t care, I told you to come closer,” he snapped, trying to drag Jotaro’s thighs further along his body.
“I weigh eighty-two kilograms.”
“Did I ask you that? No, I’m telling you to come over here,” Noriaki snarled, and to really hammer in his point—he shoved his fingers to the hilt, fingertips rubbing directly against those bundles of nerves again. Jotaro’s protests grew lame on his tongue, replaced by a softer groan; his brows grew upturned before they furrowed.
“Fine, you asked for it,” Jotaro huffed. He slowly shuffled further up Noriaki’s body—slightly hovering—until he was face-to-face with his cock.
Noriaki’s expression softened once again into that stupidly loving grin. He gently kissed up Jotaro’s cock, still staring up at him through his long lashes. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured before he slid the warm cavern of his mouth onto the tip.
“Hah—“ Jotaro’s hips jumped a little again, a deep warmth curling in his stomach. Noriaki began moving his fingers inside again as well, causing Jotaro to stumble forward with a gasp, where his hands grabbed onto the headboard. With Noriaki’s scarlet hair splaying messily onto the pillow, the chain of his beloved trademark cherry earrings sprawling beside his ears, brows knitted together in concentration, head sandwiched between his muscular thighs—Jotaro couldn’t look away, his fingers clenched around the wooden headboard. Noriaki’s staring eyes fluttered shut as he focused on easing Jotaro’s cock further down his throat. Jotaro swore he couldn’t be any more turned on right now. Hierophant’s shimmering tendrils wrapped around Jotaro’s thighs to urge him to press his weight further down against him, a fiery blaze of determination flickering in Noriaki’s gaze when he opened his eyes. Jotaro tried to resist.
Yet, his resolve and resistance crumbled when Noriaki pressed in a third finger, thighs fully pressing down against Noriaki as his throat got caught on another moan. With this newfound closeness, Noriaki was able to slide Jotaro’s cock deeper into his throat. Jotaro thrusted his hips, groaning at the tightness that enveloped his cock as well as the fingers thrusting into him from behind—it made for a delicious and irresistible concoction that entwined heavy arousal deep into his stomach, heat tingling in his skin. A string of drool pooled down the corner of Noriaki’s mouth, dribbling down his face as his eyes gathered with tears when Jotaro’s cock nudged against his throat, but he didn’t stop. Not when Jotaro was about to crush him. Wouldn’t stop. In fact, he tried to pull Jotaro impossibly closer.
“Noriaki, I will come if you—ah, fuck!—keep this up,“ Jotaro gasped out, back arching over. With the way Noriaki’s tongue swirled around his cock with each thrust, the way his fingers kept prodding and rubbing against his prostate, Jotaro knew he was going to be a goner within the next minute or so. His upcoming orgasm tingled heavily in his lower stomach, and he feared Noriaki might urge the wave to crash over him out of revenge for earlier.
So, that was why, perhaps, Noriaki was indeed more merciful than him because he soon pulled off a few moments later, easing his fingers out of Jotaro at the same time. Jotaro whined, hips pulling back. A gasp ripped through Noriaki, a thick string connecting his roseate lips and shining tip—pale face riddled with a flush that spread to his chest and a scarlet brow now cocked. Jotaro’s chest heaved.
“Oh? So, now you know how it feels,” Noriaki rasped, throat raw. Jotaro couldn't take him seriously with that debauched expression, not when his head was still nestled between his thighs, Jotaro's cock pressing against his cheek.
Instead, Jotaro cast his heavy gaze off to the side, “Give me a break,” he breathed, his hips still slightly trembling from that near-orgasm experience. Jotaro shuffled back down Noriaki’s body, allowing Noriaki to rise to a sitting position, but his eyes widened at Noriaki’s newly-formed erection prodding against his behind. He turned around slightly, wrapping a hand around the hardening length.
A small smirk quirked up Jotaro’s lips, “I suppose we solved that issue.”
Noriaki groaned, squeezing Jotaro’s hips a little too tightly in retaliation. “Shut up.”
Jotaro squeezed his cock back in return, “I didn’t even have to do anything,” he chuckled in amusement. “You were more pent up than me—"
“How do you want it?” Noriaki interrupted, a mighty blush in his cheeks. His fingers now massaged the skin over Jotaro’s hips in a soothing motion. Jotaro turned back around and contemplated, wiping off the drool down Noriaki’s face and jaw—the other leaning into his hand—with his thumb.
“On my back,” he responded, fiddling with Noriaki’s fringe falling over his forehead, a quick glance at the scar from when he pulled the fleshbud out over a decade ago. “I want to see you.”
Noriaki’s face softened, a warm grin blooming across his gorgeous features. “Okay,” he responded, leaning in, his gaze flickering to Jotaro’s mouth for a moment before pressing their lips together.
Keenly, Jotaro responded, wrapping his arms around Noriaki’s shoulders as Noriaki gently held his face. He didn’t know how long they had gone without kissing, but it surely felt like an eternity. Noriaki temporarily broke the kiss to take his hoodie off—one of the sleeves turning inside out as Jotaro tried to yank it off of him—before throwing the article of clothing onto the floor. Jotaro dove back in, pressing his weight against Noriaki to push him down to the bed, fingers mindlessly toying with the long scarlet hairs falling across Noriaki’s nape, before he was cut off by his own gasp when Hierophant’s tendrils wrapped around his thighs.
“Careful,” Noriaki warned into Jotaro’s lips before he flipped them over. Jotaro’s mouth opened to let out a grunt, but was eased down thanks to Hierophant. Noriaki loomed over him, knees pressed on either side of him, and hands planted beside his head.
“You didn’t have to use Hierophant for that,” Jotaro started with a snort.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Noriaki simply replied, voice all too serious for this moment.
It used to bother Jotaro how gently Noriaki treated him—like he wasn’t twice his size, like Jotaro couldn’t practically crush him, like he was the one with that jagged scar sprouting in the middle of his abdomen from where Dio punched right through him. With a soft and enamoured look glimmering in his lavender gaze, warm smile fluttering across his roseate lips, hands running down his thighs, Noriaki touched Jotaro like he was made of glass. He could be mean if he really wanted to, but he’d always kiss Jotaro long and hard after, like he was trying to fit all of his everlasting adoration for him into one single kiss. A great discomfort used to riddle Jotaro’s insides at such softness, but over the years, he came around to it, even craved it. Just to see Noriaki’s loving smile.
Instead, Jotaro’s lips curved into a small smile. Summoning Star Platinum, he gingerly tucked Noriaki’s longer fringe behind his ears, the glowing, gloved hand manifesting into view. Noriaki returned the grin. He leaned in to kiss Jotaro’s forehead, and Jotaro was all too reminded of his length pressing against him.
“You gonna fuck me anytime soon?”
A scoff tore past Noriaki. “Maybe,” he responded, grabbing the lubricant from earlier to coat his cock, not caring how it dripped messily onto the sheets. Noriaki pressed the tip of his cock against Jotaro’s entrance, lips quirking at the gasp that it got him. “Depends.”
Jotaro’s breath got a little shaky, cerulean eyes grew a little unfocused. He encircled his arms tightly around Noriaki as he began pushing in little by little. “Nori—“ Jotaro gasped, but Noriaki only pressed their lips together, trying to ease Jotaro’s discomfort as he pressed in deeper and deeper. Jotaro took to it, muffling his moans against Noriaki’s lips until he had completely bottomed out, shakily breathing against his mouth.
“Remember our first time?” Noriaki mumbled against Jotaro’s lips, planting a kiss down his jaw, “When you bottomed.”
Jotaro’s eyes fluttered open. He quirked a brow, “What of it?” he responded, but then his eyes grew wide. “No. Noriaki, don’t start—“
“You started crying.”
“—I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It was out of nowhere, too,” Noriaki laughed, mirth dancing in his gaze. “You were fine one minute, then crying the next.”
“Give me a break, you bring this up almost every time I bottom, don’t you get sick of it?” Jotaro groaned at the memory; embarrassment burned in his cheeks each time Noriaki brought it up. It had to have been a year after their journey to Egypt. Noriaki had expressed wanting to top for a while, so there Jotaro was, lying face up on his futon in his childhood bedroom, a hand balled against his mouth to stifle his moans as Noriaki tentatively pressed into him.
Jotaro didn’t remember the specifics of how it happened, but he had definitely been holding off for a while. After a while of trying to hold back his whines each time Noriaki nudged against his prostate, a hand encircling his cock—nearing overstimulation—tears had suddenly burst out of Jotaro in unbroken streams down his face.
“But you looked so cute,” Noriaki smiled, a distant yet fond look in his eyes. He pressed a warm kiss onto Jotaro’s cheek, “I got so scared, never saw you cry since I woke up. Thought I’d really hurt you,” Noriaki murmured, his smile momentarily wilting before it bloomed back brighter. He leaned in and pressed a long and loving kiss onto Jotaro’s lips this time, “But it was because you were feeling so good, wasn’t it? I want to make you feel that good all the time.”
A warm yet frustrating flush adorned Jotaro’s usually sharp features; he loved Noriaki so much it annoyed him. He averted his gaze for a moment, before a small smile—the smallest quirk of his lips—crept its way onto his lips. “You could never hurt me,” Jotaro assured, a hand caressing Noriaki’s cheek.
“I know.” Noriaki took Jotaro’s hand and pressed a kiss into his palm, “Ready for me to move now?”
“Yeah,” Jotaro breathed, a soft groan leaving him when he shifted his hips and Noriaki’s cock nudged right against his prostate. “Any day now,” he chuckled, and Noriaki scoffed. He laced their fingers together, placing them beside Jotaro’s head before he slowly pulled his hips out and thrust them back in.
Cerulean eyes widening, a breathy whine squeezed past Jotaro’s lips as Noriaki began with shallow thrusts that slowly built up into something deeper. “Fuck.” Jotaro swivelled his hips within the same rhythm of Noriaki’s, clenching around the warm, pulsating length that breached inside of his walls with each movement, hot rushes of pleasure tingling in his spine.
The longing ache in his stomach grew more satisfied with each thrust, a deep, hot pleasure evading his senses, from his fingertips to his toes. Jotaro’s own cock slapped against his stomach, leaking droplets of pre-cum that dribbled down his shaft and pooled into the ridges of his abs. Noriaki smeared the warm substance against the tan skin with his thumb, placing his warm palm flat against Jotaro’s lower belly.
“You feel so good,” Noriaki rasped, his breath mingling against Jotaro’s earlobe. “Fuck, can you feel me here?” Noriaki pressed his palm down hard against his stomach, and Jotaro moaned deep in his throat, a sound of pure pleasure. A full-body shudder wracked his frame, twitching and trembling on the bed. Fuck, fuck, he could. Noriaki’s cock inside of him pressed warmly against his lower stomach above, the deep movements filled Jotaro with a swirling dizziness, his gaze growing a little distant and dreamy as his common sense grew less tangible. Noriaki took their laced hands and placed them on Jotaro’s stomach—Noriaki’s hand on top of Jotaro’s—and pressed down hard. Jotaro’s leg twitched wildly, a loud whine ripping past his throat as the movements of Noriaki’s cock pounding deep inside of him pushed up against his palm. “Does it feel good?” Noriaki breathed out, a smile evident in his voice.
“Uh-n.” It took Jotaro a moment for his words to register and process. He nodded hazily, trying to find the words on his tongue. “Yeah, fuck—“ he moaned out high, his voice reaching octaves he didn’t think were possible. “It’s so good.”
Lips curved into a smile, Noriaki pressed kisses down Jotaro’s cheek and jaw, he pitched his hips up sharply, and his smile grew at the way Jotaro twisted on the bedsheets. An explosive twinkle flashed beneath his eyelids at the delicious jolt of pleasure.
“Hah!” Jotaro huffed, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Then, Noriaki did it again—with even finer precision—and Jotaro squirmed, his hips jolting with every thrust against his prostate, toes curling.
Muttering a few curses under his breath, Noriaki took their laced hands and pinned them beside Jotaro’s head again, pressing his hand into the mattress. “Jotaro,” he breathed out, voice full of broken restraint, his words trembling as his rhythm grew even quicker. Jotaro’s thighs quivered around Noriaki’s middle, pressed further and further into himself until Noriaki hitched one of the herculean limbs over his shoulder, making for a deeper angle as he rammed his cock over and over again. Jotaro’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, his hips squirmed, but there was nowhere to go, not against the unforgivable flurry of animalistic thrusts Noriaki delivered. He couldn’t think, couldn’t talk; nothing of his calm and collected demeanour remained. Anything that tumbled out of Jotaro's mouth came out as a mess of pleas and moans, but it was okay. Because Noriaki leaned in to press their mouths together in a crashing kiss—practically folding him in half—Jotaro didn’t need to say anything.
Jotaro was always a man of very few words. Even when they first started having sex, Jotaro remained fairly silent, only allowing a few grunts and a few breathy sighs to leave his lips. It took a while of being more comfortable with Noriaki—and with himself—to start being more relaxed and let himself make the noises Noriaki so desperately craved.
“Noriaki, I,“ Jotaro gritted out against Noriaki’s lips, his voice sounding strangely wet in his throat, gaze growing a little hazy. It was all too much. “I can’t—“
Noriaki pulled away for a moment, brows furrowed together, before his expression relaxed—a fond smile broadening across his features. He kissed each of Jotaro’s eyelids, a thin stream of glittery tears trickling down his face when Jotaro blinked. Noriaki kissed down his tear-stained cheeks, trailing his kisses down his face where their lips joined again. Jotaro moaned into his mouth, a raw and broken sound ripping from his throat as Noriaki canted his hips to hit his prostate dead-on. In this position, Jotaro knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, with his legs pressed to his chest and ass practically lifted off the mattress. He rolled his hips to accommodate Noriaki’s length ramming into his prostate with every thrust, thighs trembling and stomach clenching. “Nori, I’m—“ Jotaro gasped, head lolling uselessly around the pillow.
“You close, JoJo?” Noriaki hummed into Jotaro’s mouth, that all too familiar nickname buzzing in his ears. Jotaro couldn’t find the words to articulate himself; he couldn’t breathe. Not when such molten heat churned in his stomach, desperation tingling in his senses. A need, an urgency to come. He could only nod. “Can Hierophant help you?” Noriaki whispered, and Jotaro moaned out a sound of agreement, eyes squeezing shut.
A shimmering green tendril slithered in between their sweaty bodies, wrapping tightly around Jotaro’s neglected cock and began vigorously pumping up and down, another tendril swirling around the glistening head. Jotaro spasmed wildly on the bed, muscled arms wrapped tightly around Noriaki’s shoulders like a vice. Between Noriaki pounding his cock into him with no mercy and Hierophant jacking him off, Jotaro couldn’t fight the molten heat coursing through him. It leaked through his veins, into his stomach, to his crotch, and it wouldn’t be long until he was at his limit.
“Fuck, fuck. Nori, you—“ Jotaro’s voice cracked.
“Let go,” Noriaki simply said, squeezing Jotaro’s cock through Hierophant, and that was it for him.
Bright flashes of white burst beneath Jotaro’s eyelids—his back arching, mouth falling slack, tears streaming, a loud moan spilling past his lips. His orgasm rolled through his system like a high tidal wave, crashing down onto him as his senses were overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. His cock shot out streaks of cum that landed on his stomach, the substance rolling down his abs and coating his skin as more white streamed down the length and onto Hierophant’s tendrils still pumping him dry. Noriaki held him through his orgasm, their hands still interlaced, warm lips pressed together, grinding his hips against that bundle of nerves until Jotaro lost his damn mind, leaving him no space to breathe.
Jotaro’s body experienced a full-body shudder, the remnants of his overwhelming orgasm wracking his senses, throat hoarse. His body instinctively clenched around Noriaki, squeezing down on his cock, who groaned aloud into his mouth. “Jotaro,” he breathed out, the vibrations of his voice buzzing against Jotaro’s chest. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” A warning.
“Inside,” Jotaro grunted, fingers squeezing around the scarlet baby hairs on Noriaki’s nape. This was going to bite him in the ass later, but he was past caring. He needed to feel Noriaki’s release inside him until it was dripping.
“Fuck,” Noriaki gasped. “Can I, fuck—really?”
“If you don’t come within the next minute, Kakyoin, I’ll—“
Noriaki didn’t need to be told twice. A horde of thin, glistening tendrils wrapped themselves around Jotaro’s body, wound around his middle and encircled his thighs, holding him down yet trying to bring him impossibly closer. Jotaro gasped. Noriaki bucked his hips upwards, his pace becoming more clumsy and animalistic by the second, pupils so dilated that they swallowed his lavender irises whole. Like he was operating on pure instinct, his mind filled with the heat of Jotaro’s insides squeezing him tight, sweat trickling down his temple and dampening his fringe. Jotaro tipped his head back with a loud moan, his legs twitching wildly from overstimulation, his hips trying to jump back, but Noriaki had him pressed against the mattress with nowhere else to go, Hierophant squeezing around his hips—almost fucking him onto Noriaki’s cock. Jotaro loved it. For someone with such composure, he loved it when Noriaki dropped his act and was driven by his innate desires, like Jotaro was nothing more than an object of pleasure, especially for someone practically double his size. It got him fucked the way he wanted, though Jotaro would never admit this to anyone else.
“Jotaro,” Noriaki moaned again, with the way his voice was high-pitched, Jotaro knew he was close. “Love you—“ Noriaki shoved himself to the hilt and came.
A soft groan escaped Jotaro at the warmth bursting inside of him, Noriaki rolling his hips in a series of mindless thrusts until the movements slowly came to a halt. Completely sated. Noriaki slumped on top of him, Hierophant disappeared, and Jotaro’s thigh came free. He wrapped his legs around Noriaki’s middle as his partner nuzzled against his shoulder, shaky breaths against his clavicle.
Jotaro swallowed, bleary eyes blinking at Noriaki, and he mustered a weak smile. “Love you, too.”
Noriaki smiled against Jotaro’s neck, kissing his star-shaped birthmark at his shoulder before lifting himself up to look at him. God, for a man who had defeated his family’s greatest enemy and could stop time, Jotaro was sure he had never looked so debauched. Thick curly locks tousled and agitated against his scalp, his bloodshot eyes with tears spilling onto his bottom lashes, tear-stained cheeks, blotchy and flushed—Jotaro gazed back up at Noriaki, who didn’t look much better. With his crimson fringe splayed out across his forehead like damp feathers, a prominent flush blooming high across his cheeks, chest heaving, he looked equally as debauched. They both exchanged tired glances of triumph before Noriaki leaned in, tenderly pressing their mouths together.
Jotaro hummed, eyes fluttering shut as his arms lazily wrapped around his lover. His lips moved gently against Noriaki’s, thighs squeezing around his torso until he squirmed at the sensation of Noriaki’s softening cock still inside him, his own cum drying on his stomach. Noriaki pulled away, sitting up where he held onto Jotaro’s hips. “I’m pulling out now,” he warned, and Jotaro just nodded, eyes still closed. He gasped at the loss of warmth, at the mixture of lubricant and cum spilling out of him as Noriaki slowly pulled out, eventually getting up.
Jotaro didn’t know how long his eyes were closed for until he jolted at the coldness of the damp towel wiping down his stomach. His bleary eyes shot open, brows furrowed, but Noriaki only gave a tired grin. “Just cleaning you up,” he assured, and Jotaro grunted in reply, fluttering his eyes back shut.
Slowly, Noriaki continued to clean him up with tender and careful movements with minimal jostling, sliding Jotaro’s boxers up his legs once he was done. The sheets could be dealt with another day. Noriaki tucked himself behind Jotaro under the covers, arms wrapped around his middle and lips pressing small kisses up his shoulder.
“I hope that was satisfactory,” he murmured, and Jotaro scoffed.
“It was alright,” he replied. Noriaki pinched his nipple, earning him a quiet yelp, “Asshole.”
“I think—“ Noriaki kissed up the column of Jotaro’s neck, kissing the patch of skin behind his ear. “You might be more sensitive than me.”
Jotaro pinched Noriaki’s side with Star Platinum, “Do you want to fight?”
A chuckle rumbled through Noriaki, his chest shaking against Jotaro’s back. He rustled further into the warm covers, pressing his cheek against Jotaro’s birthmark. “But it’s cute,” he said, smiling, his fringe spilling across Jotaro’s shoulder. “I don’t get why you get so embarrassed whenever I bring up you crying during our first time; you do it almost every time you bottom.”
“Good grief.” Jotaro’s cheeks burned, “You don’t see me bringing up the amount of times you’ve cried during sex—“
“Sorry, sorry.” Noriaki kissed Jotaro’s shoulder to show his apology. “Sorry for teasing you earlier, I just thought you looked cute.”
Jotaro’s expression relaxed, and he turned around in Noriaki’s hold. “It’s alright,” he replied, his eyes shifted for a moment before meeting Noriaki’s crinkled gaze. “I love you.”
Noriaki’s smile grew; he stroked his thumb over Jotaro’s cheekbone. “I love you, too.” His eyes flickered to Jotaro’s lips, and Jotaro couldn’t help the fond scoff leaving him as he leaned in and closed the gap between them. Noriaki reciprocated almost instantly, a content hum leaving his lips. Jotaro wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing him closer.
If Noriaki brought it up again, though, Jotaro really might punch him with Star Platinum.