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Hazamada was heading home from school one day when he spotted Josuke and his friend. He had avoided those two for a few weeks but something made him decide to follow them. That arrogant asshole Josuke...

Tch. Every time he saw him he was reminded of the brutal beating he took from those thugs. He couldn't believe they teamed up with each other.

Hazamada glared when he saw a flock of girls suddenly surround Josuke, smiling, giggling, one of them even put her arm through his! Hazamada didn’t get to feel anyone's touch except for his stand, when he told him to. It wasn’t fair. Just because Josuke was big and tall and good looking didn’t mean he deserved any of the attention he got. He probably received confessions from girls every week.

He was thinking way too much about his pompadoured enemy lately. He tried taking out his frustrations several times on his stand after making it take Josuke’s form, but it wasn’t satisfying at all.

Eventually, the girls went their own way, and the short teen hid behind a telephone booth when he saw a car pull up beside Josuke and his friend. It was Kujo, that enormous, white-clad, powerful looking man. Josuke even had cool relatives. He stepped on the curb and talked to them. Josuke looked so damn happy to see him...

If only he hadn’t failed to kill Kujo and have Josuke blamed for it… everything would have been different then. He’d have been free to do whatever he liked. Now that he thought about it, he could still frame Josuke for some kind of crime and ruin his precious reputation. He still could. Kujo was leaving, that was fast. Josuke’s happy mood seemed to end right there. He probably looked up to him a lot.

Hazamada laughed, a grin breaking out. That’s it. He was going to ruin his reputation completely, and he knew exactly where he was going to start. He turned and headed home, excited by the thought of Josuke’s comeuppance. The bastard will never see this coming.

Josuke stood in the bathroom of the boy’s locker room doing his hair. He and his class were caught in a sudden summer shower during outdoor gym. He didn't even wait for permission to run inside to salvage it.

When he looked in the mirror, he was horrified to see the top of his pompadour collapsing in on itself. The forecast didn’t say anything about rain today! Josuke clenched his fist around his comb before continuing. Thankfully he always had an extra can of hairspray and pomade in his gym locker so he could salvage the hairstyle instead of going home looking like a mess.

“Great-o,” Josuke sighed at the mirror image of himself in the glass. This would have to do. He walked back to his locker and changed back into his regular school uniform. Class was almost over anyway, might as well get changed now. Once he gathered his bag and packed the rest of his gym stuff in his locker, ready to go when-

A loud clatter above his locker startled him. He looked up in time to shield his face from the flurry of wooden limbs falling on top of him. It didn’t hurt him but left him stunned for a second. He realized too late what just happened.

“S-Surface…!” Josuke jumped back in alarm. Hazamada should have learned his lesson the first time.

“Crazy Diamond!” He called forth his stand but it was too late, Surface took his form again and dove out of his range. Fuck- his first instinct should have been to run before he could be controlled- he might still be able to- no, shit he couldn't move!

“Oh hey, Josuke,” Surface grinned and his eyes danced with malice, it looked entirely out of place on Josuke’s face. “Good to see you again.”

Josuke scowled at his clone. “You idiots… Hazemada! I thought we were done with this! You already lost!”

As if on cue, the shorter teen appeared from behind the row of lockers they were standing by. But rather than him looking spiteful and vindictive, he had a pleased smirk on his face and Josuke couldn’t help but worry about what was in store for him.

“Do you think I could so easily forget what you did to me? I’ve been waiting for my chance to finally get even.” He smiled gleefully like he was thinking of the funniest joke at that moment. “You’re going to pay a visit to Jotaro Kujo.”

Josuke almost rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You think that plan is still going to work?” Josuke would have scoffed too, but he didn’t want to push his luck.

“Nope. I’m not sending you to kill him. You’re going to confess to him. You’re gonna tell him how you write his name in your notebooks, how you get wet dreams about him, all sorts of gross shit,” he explained, and then he started laughing. Josuke blinked, unsure if he heard him correctly. He visibly paled when the words finally sank in.

“Wh-what did you just- You fucking- ...J-Jo-” Josuke’s eyes widened in shock and fear at the sound of his own voice coming from his own mouth. He covered his mouth with both hands but Surface moved them back down at his sides with his ability. It looked like Surface was whispering, and Josuke felt his own lips move simultaneously. “Jotaro-san… I love... you.”

He was absolutely horrified. There was no way Hazamada knew, he doesn’t know. There was no way. Impossible. He doesn’t know anything. He stared at his perfect imitation with wide eyes, who was looking very pleased with himself.

“Cool right? As it turns out, I can control more than just people’s bodies. I’ve learned how to control their vocal cords too. And now you’re about to make yourself look like a degenerate to your own uncle!”

Josuke was beyond correcting the misconception. He was starting to panic in his heart as Surface and Hazamada started laughing together. He was in deep shit right now. Josuke had had a crush on Jotaro for weeks now, and never acted on his desires because it was wrong, and he knew Jotaro would think so too. He’d probably hate him if he ever found out, he probably wouldn’t ever look at him the same way again. If that happened- If he had to lose him like that-

“Beating you up isn’t enough, Josuke. I’m going to make sure you’re humiliated. You really look up to that Jotaro guy right? What’s he gonna think when you start coming onto him?"

“Hazamada-!”

“I wish I could be there to see, but I’m not risking getting beat up again. I can already tell how much you’re regretting your actions, but too bad. This is what you get.”

Josuke wanted to shout and yell, he wanted to scream no, stop, don’t do this, please, he would beg without any shame or hesitation. But Surface had shut his mouth for him. There was no way to talk himself out of this. All he could do was communicate his panic and anger through his eyes. Hazamada sniggered as he walked past Josuke and out the door. Surface turned him around to face the same direction Hazamada went. Then Josuke’s body started moving, following the shorter teen against his will. He was a prisoner in his own body.

He was forced to walk to Jotaro’s hotel, walk into the lobby and up the stairs to his floor. Hazamada stayed in the lobby, he distracted the concierge so she wouldn’t notice the strange sight of the two identical teens. They weren’t taking any chances with him, he thought bitterly.

As they walked up the stairs, with Josuke several paces ahead of Surface, the stand taunted him.

“You excited to kiss your uncle on the lips, Josuke? I bet you do. You think he’ll beat you up? Or maybe just call you a disgusting freak. Heh, either way he’ll probably never talk to you again.”

“He’s not my uncle, you idiot! Nephew! And you both are fucking sick. Jotaro-san will see through this immediately.” He hoped to god Jotaro would. He still couldn’t believe Surface could control his speech now. He needed to get out of this somehow. But it wasn’t happening. There was nothing he could do or say that would get him out of this predicament.

By the time they reached room 324, Josuke’s entire body was full of dread and shame. A part of him… hoped that… even if Josuke wasn’t doing this of his own volition, he hoped Jotaro would at least take it well, or maybe even feel the same way. Are you insane? Of course he won’t feel the same. His heart raced, his breathing was slightly shallow, but Surface’s control over his body was unyielding and his hand raised on it’s own before his eyes and knocked firmly on the door.

Fuck.

Josuke tried to glance sideways at Surface- who had backed up now and was farther down the hall- but his body faced forward. Josuke’s heart stopped when the door opened wide and his handsome, enigmatic nephew looked down at him.

"Josuke. Is something wrong?"

It must have been evident on his face how distraught he was. His mouth opened and he heard his own voice, confident and informal like he usually talked.

“No. I just need to tell you something important. Can I come in?"

Jotaro, please don't hate me.

"Of course. Close the door behind you." Jotaro turned his back and walked into the suite. Josuke fought it, used every ounce of willpower he had not to enter the room, but his body didn't belong to him right now and he followed Jotaro down the hall. Right as the door was about to swing shut, another hand caught it.

Jotaro stood in the living room area where they spent so much time together brainstorming and following leads on the killer in this town. The older man took a closer look at him.

"Well? It must have been urgent for you not to call first. What's on your mind?"

"I'm here because… I…" Josuke's voice wobbled and Jotaro furrowed his brows. "I'm in love with you Jotaro-san. I want you."

His face burst into flames, he had never felt so vulnerable than in this moment. He couldn't see Surface but he had to be close by because he knew exactly where to make Josuke step. He got closer to Jotaro who's eyes just widened a fraction of an inch. I'm sorry, it's not me I swear. Please.

"What? Josuke, don’t joke like that around me."

Before Josuke’s heart could break from the undeniable rejection, Surface spoke for him. “I’m dead serious, and that’s not all. I want your body too, especially your cock. I want to put my lips around it. I want you to fuck me.”

Maybe the despair in Josuke’s face was confused with lustful desperation, and made the words more convincing because Jotaro frowned sharply, mouth parted, clearly averse to this conversation. He looked a little pale too. He was clearly taking this very seriously. He shook his head.

“Stop! You shouldn’t be saying that.” Jotaro was almost scowling, his stare was intense, piercing, though his mouth was still parted with uncertainty. Or maybe disgust. Josuke was gonna get punched in the face for sure.

Hazamada would get what he wanted, force Josuke to humiliate himself in front of the man he respected and liked, and then get beat up by him to boot.

Surface stepped closer to Jotaro who instantly held out a hand to stop his advance, but Surface only reacted by wrapping Josuke’s fingers around Jotaro’s large hand and dragging it down to the side of his pec, to where his nipple was. Josuke twitched in surprise (somehow involuntary movements were still possible) and looked up to see Jotaro’s brow furrowed violently, his gaze locked on his hand. He ripped the hand away but was already backed into the couch.

“That’s enough, Josuke!” Jotaro ordered him. “This is wrong!” Josuke felt like crawling into a hole and dying but Surface continued.

“I mean it, Jotaro, I can’t stop thinking about your cock up my ass. I swear, I’ve even used my fingers imagining it. I moan your name while I do it.”

NOOOOOOOO! He did not just make me say that! Fuck!! Josuke internally screamed and banged on the walls around his mind. He mentally cringed, and waited to get socked any second now. The worst part was that Josuke had actually done that before.

Ironically, most of what he said was actuality true… Hazamada and Surface have no idea that they’re making him confess his true feelings, which makes this doubly cruel. If he can just play this cool, maybe he can explain to Jotaro what Surface did and be absolved of everything. Actually, it was beginning to look like a win-win scenario. That is, if Jotaro decided not to throw him out of his room before he could explain and avoid him for weeks to come, or worse, didn’t believe him.

“Stay back!” Jotaro raised his voice and shoved Josuke away. “I won’t repeat myself again-”

Josuke’s body moved again with more purpose, and he yanked on Jotaro’s lapels, pulling him in and kissing him. Josuke’s heart was beating out of his chest, he had forgotten how to breathe, how to think. All that existed were Jotaro’s lips against his. Warm and soft, and plush… Josuke (Surface) shoved his nephew onto the couch and plopped down on his lap. A spike of pleasure shot up his spine, feeling him so close in such a compromising position was thrilling.

Josuke didn’t mind this part of the prank at all. He completely lost himself in those lips. He would gladly take a punch for this. His tongue prodded at the firm seam of the older man’s lips; he had the chance to be bold without taking any responsibility. And he still had freedom in some parts of his body. He settled fully into Jotaro’s lap and let his hands skim and trace the curves of Jotaro’s chest. The tentative touch was the polar opposite of Surface’s aggressive pursuit of Jotaro’s mouth.

“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy Jotaro-san. Your DSLs will be the death of me. Please show me your cock, I just want to see it. I promise I won’t touch.”

I WOULD NEVER SAY ANY OF THESE THINGS!!! GAAAAH!! Surface was ruining everything!! Josuke prayed Jotaro didn’t know what DSL stood for. But this nightmare (wet dream?) was far from over. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw his hand reach out and touch, really touch Jotaro-san’s crotch.

“Haha, just kidding, I couldn't help my-” Josuke’s hand had cupped his balls and the faint outline of a quickly hardening cock.

That moment shocked both Surface and Josuke. The teen looked up, hope, elation, disbelief flitting across his face when he realized that in Surface’s own shock, Josuke was able to regain his voice. “Jo...taro-san-”

Jotaro was still staring at him, his scowl was still terrifying as ever. Josuke truly felt fear now. But then, Jotaro, his mentor and friend, his relative, the man he desired more than anyone in his life, grabbed his face and kissed him back.

Josuke moaned without inhibitions. Jotaro… Jotaro was kissing him back. He wanted him back, he was turned on this whole time! Josuke had control over his body again, and he eagerly sucked and licked at Jotaro’s tongue as it entered his mouth.

“Jotaro-san,” Josuke muttered quietly into his lips in between kisses. He gazed at Jotaro with wide eyes, fearing that he was actually dreaming all of this while knocked out on the rug.

Josuke’s world spun as he was pushed flat against the cushions of the couch with Jotaro on top of him, between his legs. Josuke took two gasping breaths before wrapping his arms around Jotaro, not wanting to leave any more distance between them.

Jotaro groaned into his mouth as he pressed his stiff cock against Josuke’s. Oh my god, Jotaro-san! Jotaro-san is on top of me right now, his cock is- It’d gotten so much bigger.

“Jotaro-san I want you so much,” Josuke confessed when he pulled away from Jotaro’s hot, incessant mouth. Jotaro was rubbing their cocks against each other slowly, it was driving Josuke to the edge, just from the overload of emotions and arousal. He had completely forgotten about Surface’s presence.

“You shouldn’t have done this, Josuke, because now I’m not going to stop.” He kissed him again, and felt up his chest, waist, ass. Josuke moaned and squirmed and hoped Jotaro would keep that promise. “I was fine with not acting on this, but now that you made the first move… I don’t even know where you picked up how to talk like that but-”

“That would be me. But trust me, you don’t want to know though,” Josuke’s voice rang from a completely different direction. Jotaro’s and Josuke’s heads shot towards the voice. Josuke was less surprised but was instantly ashamed by how distracted he’d gotten. Jotaro took one look at Josuke’s downcast eyes, and then at Surface’s smirking form, and scowled.

“You…” Josuke looked up when he heard the low growl. Jotaro’s soft, earnest expression was gone and replaced by a dark look of rage and disgust directed at Surface. “You forced him to-”

“Jotaro, wait!” He gripped his bicep before he could lose him. “It’s true, he forced me at first to get back at me, but he didn’t know that I actually-” Josuke paused and averted his gaze, flustered and unsure before looking back up. “I love you,” he murmured, low enough so that only Jotaro could hear clearly. The older man’s scowl had melted into something Josuke had never seen on his face before.

“Oh god, can you guys go back to what you were doing before? It was much more entertaining.” Surface already had his school jacket unbuttoned and was rubbing his cock through his pants, clearly having been watching them the whole time. He jutted his hips out slightly while he touched himself, making sure his (Josuke’s) tight, toned, belly peeked out from where his shirt had been lifted.

“Get the fuck out,” Jotaro commanded. Star Platinum appeared next to him and Josuke.

“Hold on-”

“And if you tell anyone-”

“I won’t! I just want to help out. I think you two would enjoy it. Only my user wants revenge on you, Josuke. It’s not personal,” he explained casually. “And he won’t know what I’m doing up here. Nothin' wrong with wanting to indulge myself a little.”

Surface smiled deviously and slowly pulled down the zippers on his shirt, exposing dusky pink nipples. Josuke looked down when he felt his arms do the same. He watched helplessly as he pinched his own nipples. Josuke moaned and stole a glance at Jotaro shyly before turning his head. Surface hadn't stopped rolling and tweaking his nipples.

“Jotaro-san… What if we…”

Jotaro’s mouth parted and he flushed at the sight. He took Josuke’s wrists in his hands and held them above his head to prevent Surface from moving him.

“Josuke, I’ll let you decide. Say the word and I’ll send this guy flying through the window, or don't.”

The teen had everything he wanted right now, and he was still painfully hard. They were about to have sex, he just knew it. He wanted it so badly. Surface, well, he could have attacked them right? Or worse, videotaped them or something- if he’d had a camera. But he actually wanted to join? He had to admit the control he had over his body could be used to their advantage here. Josuke chewed on his lip, but there was a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Let him stay. But you’re only watching for now,” he said to Surface with a stern look. The copy of him smirked and said nothing. He was listening. While Josuke’s face was turned away, Jotaro licked and sucked at his neck, surprising him and making him jolt.

“Ohh, Jotaro-san,” he moaned, his face still felt hot, maybe he would never get used to being touched by Jotaro. Josuke keened when he felt teeth graze his skin. It gave him goosebumps and his cock twitched in his trousers.

Jotaro’s big hands settled under his chest and gently pinched Josuke’s newly exposed nipples, making him cry out again.

“You’re really sensitive here Josuke. It’s so cute,” Jotaro whispered low in his ear.

He shrugged off his white coat and folded it over the back of the couch and Josuke quickly started undressing too. By the time he peeled off his undershirt, Surface appeared kneeling next to him, cupping his face.

“Hey, what are you…”

“It’s just for fun, Josuke-kun. Besides, think of how hot it might look to Kujo. Hmm?” Josuke looked to Jotaro in askance. The man had schooled himself to look neutral as he unbuttoned and unzipped Josuke’s pants, but Josuke knew Surface was right. He accepted Surface’s kiss and bit back any noises that might have come up from feeling their lips slide against each other and Surface’s tongue invaded his mouth, licking every inch of it. Josuke tried countering, kissing back just as hard. It became almost like a competition, and Jotaro was eating it up. The sight of Josuke, his Josuke (was it too early to think of him that way?) and an exact copy of him messily kissing each other made his cock achingly hard.

Thankfully Star Platinum was there to take off Josuke’s shoes so he could get everything off before he did something unsavory. Finally he rid his uncle of that cursed uniform that only teased hints of his curves and muscle.

Feeling his stare, Josuke pulled away from Surface and sat up on his elbows, trembling, though he blamed it on the exposure. He was nervous and his breathing was still sporadic, but he was far too worked up to hide it. He wanted Jotaro to do something already.

He delivered. He wrapped an arm around his waist swiftly and lifted him up. Josuke quickly wrapped his arms and legs around him, though he knew Jotaro would never let him fall. Surface followed behind, leaving his shirt and jacket on the ground.

Josuke was teeming with excitement. He could feel Jotaro’s cock through his pants, and he could feel it’s heat through the fabric. He let out a shuddery sigh. They reached the bed, and Jotaro dropped him unceremoniously on it. Josuke yelped at the soft impact and giggled. Their eyes met again and Jotaro smiled. The teen’s giggling stopped, and he sat up looking serious. After all, a smile like this was rare from Jotaro. He quickly helped Jotaro take the rest of his clothes off and they landed back on the bed together, kissing. Suddenly, words started crawling out of his mouth. “Don’t wait any longer, daddy please fuck my boy cunt!”

Jotaro’s eyes widened sharply, despite now being able to tell the difference between Josuke’s words and the stand’s. Josuke clapped both hands over his mouth hastily. That bastard!.

"Stop doing that!" Josuke was covering his whole face now. Jotaro quite liked the way he got embarrassed.

Surface crawled over to Josuke grinning at him and then Jotaro. "What's wrong Josuke? I was just telling him what you wanted to say, but dirtier." He nudged Josuke up and slipped behind him. He opened his legs so Josuke could lean back against him, back to chest. “You like it, at least, don’t you?” He asked Jotaro over the teen’s shoulder.

“You heard him. Stop.” Jotaro said gruffly, leaning closer to Josuke. “Is that something you want to call me?”

“No, Jotaro-san, not you too!” Josuke groaned and turned away. “Don’t try to embarrass me,” he pouted.

“It’s not to embarrass you,” he said assuringly, cradling the boy’s nape and holding him close. “Call me whatever you like.”

Josuke nodded eagerly and pulled him back in again. Jotaro brushed his thumb along his jawline and skimmed his finger tips down the teen’s ripped body down to his cock. Josuke moaned and broke contact.

The other Josuke- no Surface, had started sucking on the other side of Josuke’s neck. In his head he knew what he was but all he could see were two Josukes, one teasing the other with his tongue and teeth.

The real one turned his head slightly and Surface picked up on it. He gripped his chin and pulled him in for his own kiss. His hands snaked around from behind and toyed with Josuke’s nipples again, this time the regular way. Jotaro stroked himself slowly, face flushed as he watched silently. When Josuke jolted and failed to bite back a keening moan, Jotaro turned Josuke’s head back to him for his turn. He stroked Josuke faster, a stroke of possessiveness overtaking him.

“Mhh!! Mnn...”

Josuke melted back into him, fingers dipping into the muscle of his shoulders. With Jotaro’s hand pumping his cock he bucked his hips and arched his back, pressing himself harder into Surface’s arms. Eventually, he broke the kiss when it was too much.

But Surface took advantage of that and licked back into his uncle’s sweet mouth. Josuke tried to keep up with the onslaught of kisses and even reached back to hold onto the back of Surface’s neck.

“Josuke, tell me something. I want to know what he made you say that was actually true. What else did he get right?"

“O-Oh, I… I mean. Mostly all of it. The part about wanting to, um, suck you off and have sex…”

“And?” Surface interjected teasingly. Jotaro appreciated it for once.

“And, I’ve tried using my fingers too,” Josuke added before glaring at Surface.

Jotaro stared silently and stilled. He was comforted by the thought that Josuke could never feel the same before, because he would never have to be tempted to act. But now that he knew Josuke wanted him too- touched himself countless times while thinking of him- told him he loved him... Jotaro didn’t think himself to be a good man, but he didn’t care anymore. There was no way he would deny himself this.

"I'll show you everything I've wanted to do with you too…" Jotaro said. He spread Josuke's legs further apart and lowered his mouth on his cock. He licked and sucked at the head, getting it wet before taking more of it.

Josuke shot straight up like a jackhammer and curled over Jotaro. “Oh my god, don’t stop. Fuck! Jotaro-san-" he gasped. He saw a flash of purple move past the bed. Star Platinum sifted through the nightstand drawer and brought a clear bottle to them.

"How did you touch yourself at night without your mom hearing you?" Surface asked him, smiling. Josuke snapped his mouth shut.

Behind him, the stand repositioned his legs so that he was sitting on his knees, toes tucked. Josuke found himself doing the same. He was about to question him but then Surface thrusted against his ass. His own hips mimicked the action, bucking forward into Jotaro’s mouth. The dual sensations made his mouth drop loosely again.

“J-Jotaro-san, it’s not me! I’m sorry!”

Jotaro pulled off right as Surface thrusted again, and Josuke’s cock went awry sliding up Jotaro’s cheek and almost bumping into his eye. Jotaro squinted it shut in time but the thrusting didn’t stop. Josuke felt guilty but he found himself really liking it. Jotaro stuck his tongue out and aimed the cock toward his mouth for the next thrust. Wet sounds filled the room as Josuke filled his nephew’s throat every single time.

“Jotaro-san, f-fuck...!” He ran his fingers through his nephew’s hair, combing it back and holding his head. At this point, Josuke would have started thrusting his hips himself if Surface wasn’t controlling them.

“I know,” Surface said next to his ear. He was watching him from over Josuke’s shoulder and gave a particularly harsh thrust. Jotaro reached between their legs and grabbed Surface’s cock tightly. “Ah-! Okay, okay, just relax.”

Josuke snorted. The older man let go and sat back up, wiping his mouth. “It’s your turn now.”

He got up on his knees, holding his thick, heavy cock. Josuke gulped as he looked at it. He’d felt the hardness earlier but… now that he was seeing it with his own eyes… Jotaro was so big. It was dark red and hung slightly from the weight of it.

“Too slow,” Surface scoffed.

"Wh- Ah?!" Josuke was pushed to the side, his center of balance completely thrown off and Surface crawled ahead.

"No!" Josuke bounced back quickly though, and grabbed Surface’s arm before he could reach Jotaro.

They pulled and grabbed at each other, fighting their way to Jotaro’s cock, but Josuke was victorious in the end when he used Crazy Diamond to help him. They both glared at each other as he held Jotaro’s cock. Josuke turned to look up at Jotaro, but it was difficult with his cock in the way. Josuke started licking it tentatively, getting the taste for it. Swallowing his nerves, he slid his mouth open over the tip and took it inside. Just that alone made his mouth feel so full, he couldn’t believe it.

“Take your time Josuke, there’s no rush,” Jotaro said in a quiet voice, only meant for him. He stroked his cheek with a gentle thumb and Josuke felt like his heart would burst with yearning. This man… Josuke felt he would never meet another like him. He tried to move his mouth down but his lips still caught on the hot velvety skin so he pulled off to lick at the shaft again.

Surface watched unimpressed before sitting right next to Josuke and just like the teen, and started licking Jotaro’s cock too, started from the base and worked his way up to the tip while Josuke did the opposite.

Jotaro groaned loudly, this was like some perverted dream come true. He closed his eyes briefly and pictured cuming on both their faces. “Nhh. Yeah, get it nice and wet, you two.”

Surface hummed and Josuke snuck a glance up at him. Their eyes met but Josuke quickly looked down. Jotaro held the back of his neck as encouragement. The teen let out a shuddering sigh right against the turgid skin. Seeing Josuke and an exact copy worshipping his cock, pouring all their attention onto it like there was nothing else on their minds, would have made Jotaro come if he wasn’t trying to hold out. The glances from Josuke were what almost did it.

The two took their time licking up and down and around his heavy cock, making a big sloppy mess of it, and their tongues even overlapped many times, courtesy of Surface. Whenever Josuke licked at the underside, Surface would meet him at the opposite end.

Josuke paused when their tongues touched but repeated it when he heard Jotaro moan. They both started sucking on the head together, tongues flicking against it and against each other. Surface wrapped his lips around one side of it and Josuke joined. They both moaned when they felt his cock twitch violently. Those pairs of plump lips were so close to each other, that they overlapped and they kissed each other with his cock head still trapped in between. It was so obscene, Jotaro questioned if any of this was real. He watched them with glazed eyes, totally enraptured by them until instinct took over.

He held both their heads still and started thrusting between their mouths. They both understood what he was doing and wrapped their lips around the sides of his cock as he thrusted in and out. He couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped his cock and pushed it back in Josuke’s sweet wet mouth, and fuck, Josuke didn’t need to be told what to do.

“Good boy, Josuke.”

That made him suck him harder, faster. He wanted to feel more of Jotaro, wanted to please him and hear him moan again. He wasn’t able to take him very far though, maybe a little more than halfway. He stroked himself so fast he couldn't think straight.

“Yeah Josuke, you’re being such a good boy for daddy aren’t you?” Surface cooed sweetly as he licked and played with Jotaro’s balls.

Josuke glanced at him but he was too focused on the task at hand to care about his words. Suddenly grabbed by the back of his hair and he was pulled off of it. Jotaro’s cock slipped from his mouth out with a ’pwaa’, a thread of spit connecting his lips to it. Surface had moved Josuke off so he could go next. He glanced up at Jotaro as he sucked him down lower and lower. His tongue curled and swirled as he took him all the way. Jotaro moaned when he felt the back of Josu- Surface’s throat.

Josuke watched “himself” deepthroat Jotaro’s cock like it was nothing and got a little jealous. He grabbed Surface and pushed him off so he could have his turn again. Before long, Jotaro was alternating between both their wet, eager, and waiting mouths at his leisure.

Fuck, this was so hot, he thought desperately. He trembled as he watched. He haphazardly covered his face with his hand but it did little to conceal the flush, or his heavy lidded eyes. His eyes roved over them hungrily. It didn’t seem like Surface had a gag reflex, which felt amazing but it was also so arousing to watch Josuke try and take more of him down and hearing him choke a little. He didn’t know which was better.

Josuke’s hair was lightly mused, his mouth was red and wet, and a deep blush seemed to have settled permanently on his face. Surface’s hair was much more disheveled since Jotaro didn’t feel the need to be as careful with his hairstyle. He also looked pretty hot and bothered but his eyes still had that dark glint, it was the only thing that could probably distinguish them, he realized.

“That’s enough.” Jotaro pulled away completely. “Josuke.”

The dazed boy looked up from his cock to meet his gaze and Jotaro could tell he would do anything he asked at that moment. Jotaro liked it. He hated that he liked it. He felt like a dirty old man. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me,” Josuke urged with a strange voice. It seemed his heart could not calm down at all. He could hardly get his bearings. His vision was hazy and he could not take how hard he was. But he didn’t hesitate at all, he said it with pleading eyes and all he could feel was want. “Please Jotaro-san…”

Jotaro pulled Josuke up, sat him in his lap, and kissed him. He wrapped his big warm arms around the teen’s waist, pulling them flush together. Josuke wrapped his arms around his shoulders and rocked his hips. Jotaro moved his hands around Josuke’s body, feeling him and squeezing him in all the places he wanted to most and Josuke did the same, kissing and licking at Jotaro's chest and collar bones.

Surface looked between them with open disdain. They were too god damn sappy for his taste, but fuck if he was going to pass up the opportunity to fuck one of them. Or fuck at all. Hazamada always made him do weird things when he took this form, he could never have his own fun. Surface wanted to put his dick to good use.

Jotaro reached down and grasped a handful of Josuke’s ass, kneading it. Soon both hands were on him, spreading his cheeks apart and squeezing them repetitively. Josuke moaned and rocked his hips in between Jotaro’s cock and his rough hands. Two fingers inched deeper between his cheeks and started stroking up and down his puckered entrance.

Jotaro was gonna fuck him, he was gonna fuck him, they were really gonna do it. After so many nights thinking about it-

They were so wrapped up in each other that Jotaro mentally startled at the shift of weight at his side.

"Why don't you show him how much you've been practicing Josuke?"

Jotaro watched as Josuke and Surface simultaneously raised their fingers to their mouths and sucked and licked at them, coating them evenly with saliva. Then Surface pushed them deeper, touching the back of his throat.

Josuke choked but couldn't move his arm or his head. He squinted through heavy lashes, wet at the corners as his nephew grabbed Surface's wrist but just like that, he stopped. When he pulled his fingers out they were positively dripping. Jotaro's eyes shot back to Josuke's who was in a similar, if not worse state. His mouth was lax, coughing, spit pooling on the swell of his bottom lip. Despite the way he was feeling, he could still muster a glare and a ’fuck you’ to the offending stand.

Surface reached out and wiped the spit from Josuke’s chin away and slowly crept his hand lower until it reached the hollow of his throat, put weight there, and brought him down to the bed. However, Josuke’s thighs remained affixed around Jotaro’s hips.

Down at this angle… he felt so much more… exposed. He looked between Jotaro’s heated stare to Surface’s impish grin.

“Come on Josuke, don’t make us wait too long,” Surface mocked. He brought his own spit slit fingers to Jotaro’s cock and started stroking it. “Get yourself ready for this cock.”

Jotaro tensed from being touched intimately by Surface and Josuke frowned at Surface's tone. But he reached down around himself to run his wet fingers along his hole, nudging one in and out before circling again and pressing back in.

Josuke looked at the man he loved while he did it, while so many emotions passed through his face. He let out a low whine when Surface pushed one of his legs back, opening him up, exposing him further. Josuke adjusted.

He slowly pushed that same finger back in, until the third knuckle and pumped it twice before pressing it against one side and slipping another in. His brows furrowed and he turned his head to the side as he slid them in all the way, stretching himself slowly. Jotaro looked intense again, like earlier when he thought he was going to get punched by him, he’d mistaken his expression for anger. But seeing that look again right now made his fingers move even faster.

“There you go, Josuke! Good,” Surface said with a wry grin. His copy curled up against his side, leaving kisses on his neck and running his fingertips over Josuke’s nipples. He heard a cap being snapped open over his voice. Then Jotaro’s slick hand came and pumped both of their cocks, slicking them up before pulling away. Without a single pause, a thick broad finger pressed at his hole alongside Josuke’s fingers. It felt smoother than spit and lit up fiery nerves around the base of his spine.

“Jotaro-san,” Josuke moaned as he rocked his hips against the appendages. Before long, Jotaro pulled Josuke’s hand away and added two of his own fingers inside him, pumping them in and out. Surface made it too much when he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked him over and over. It felt so good he got lost for a second, just wanting that feeling to last a little longer before he told them to wait. But then just like that he was yelling and cuming, spurting thick white ropes of it all over his belly and chest.

His whole body was shaking. Jotaro eased Josuke’s hips down to the bed and touched his cheek with his clean hand. He knew he shouldn’t be embarrassed that he came after a few seconds of getting fingered, he knew because he liked it and it was Jotaro doing it, and his dick was getting touched too but still, he wanted to last longer than that.

Maybe Jotaro saw this because he smiled, almost a little deviously and said, “It’s a good thing you came now. I have a feeling you’ll recover very quickly."

With that, Jotaro slowly continued, mindful of Josuke’s sensitivity. Josuke never stopped being aroused, and soon he was panting and gasping from his nephew’s fingers again. Josuke grasped at the bedsheets as he arched his back and squirmed. He moaned loudly again and noticed Surface hovering over him.

In the lustful thrall he was in, Josuke forgot how strange it was to be looking at an exact copy of himself. Jotaro wasn’t letting up and then he started hitting a spot Josuke had never felt before. It made his hips jerk like he was being electrocuted, again and again. Josuke’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and let out a cry that wouldn't end. He was definitely grateful he came already. Surface covered his mouth before he could make more noises.

“Keep it down Josuke, or do you want other people to hear you getting fucked by your nephew?”

Josuke squeezes his eyes shut. “Here. I’ll help,” the stand said as he got on his knees and turned Josuke’s head so he could slip his cock right inside his-

“Surface, wait.” Jotaro slowed his fingers, making Josuke whimper at the loss but also allowed him to catch his breath. Jotaro pulled out the fingers and slicked up his cock, and positioned it right against Josuke’s entrance. “One thing at a time.”

Surface curled his lip in annoyance and got off of the delirious teen. Jotaro lifted Josuke’s hips over his spread thighs again and pressed his cock against his loosened, twitching hole. He and Surface watched Josuke’s face scrunch up slightly as the ring of muscle slowly gave way and closed around the head of Jotaro’s cock.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Jotaro...san. Fuck,” his words were drawn out, tense and tight. There was a tinge of fear along with his arousal, what if it didn’t work, what if it hurt too much? Jotaro rubbed his thighs and stomach to comfort him before sinking deeper inside him. It was easier from this point on, right?

Jotaro pushed in and out, going a little farther each time. Josuke felt like he was suspended in time as this happened, it felt like lifetimes had passed by the time Jotaro had bottomed out completely. He felt like he would break if Jotaro were to move too fast. Jotaro, who was now curled over him, his face twisted in concentration and pleasure.

“I- I love you Jotaro,” he told him quietly.

“I love you too, Josuke.” Jotaro keened, his voice sounding totally debauched. A sense of wonder overcame him when he realized that very few people ever got to see this, and he was the one allowed to. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more, see every change in Jotaro’s expression. He said all of this, and Jotaro delivered. Boy, did he deliver.

Surface stroked himself lazily as the two Joestars on the bed began rocking slowly against one another. Josuke wrapped his legs around Jotaro and grabbed at his hair. While they were making eyes and kissing each other, Surface looked from behind Jotaro and bit his lip around a grin. He got to see that horse cock push in and out of Josuke’s taught hole. He didn’t miss the way Jotaro’s ass flexed as he thrusted, either. It was a great ass. Maybe if he just played around a little with him…

Surface got up behind Jotaro, and stroked his shoulders, watching him fuck Josuke into the mattress from where he knelt behind. He slid his hands lower, squeezing Jotaro’s ass, inching his fingers towards his hole. A large purple hand grabbed his wrist. Jotaro sat up and looked at him.

“I’m not going to let you do that,” he deadpanned.

“Come on,” Surface grinned, stroking his cock and waving it. “It’s still your cute Josuke’s cock.” He rolled his eyes at Jotaro’s unyielding expression and sighed. How disappointing. Still, Surface was quick on his feet and came up with another, even better idea. “Okay fine.”

He crawled up next to Josuke and straddled his chest.

"Eh?"

“Oi!”

“What? I'm not getting off on my own and since you didn't want to help, Josuke can do it,” Surface explained flippantly, stroking his cheek and used his ability to make Josuke’s tongue stick out for Surface to plop his dick on it and smack it a couple times. Surface grinned, making Josuke grin too, and it made him look so slutty.

“Auuhhnnn,” Josuke protested weakly while Surface coated his lips with his precum. Controlling Josuke’s tongue, he flicked it against the slit of his dick, and undeath the flared head. He released him from his ability but thrusted into his mouth shallowly, fucking him with his own dick.

Jotaro grabbed the back of his head and growled in his ear. It seemed he was getting more possessive of his nephew as time passed. “You’re not going to be rough with him, got that?”

“Yeah, I got it,” he smirked, stealing a quick kiss from him. Josuke didn’t resist when Surface brought his cock back to lips. Having just a few minutes of experience giving blowjobs, he tried putting it to use, covering his teeth and trying to take as much of him as he could. He licked and even bobbed his head a little despite the tricky position. When it felt like Josuke was just starting to get used to sucking his own cock, Surface went on with his real plan.

He closed his eyes, forcing Josuke to close them too, and began to take Kujo’s form. The transition into another person was more seamless when he was already in the shape of a human, but it must have looked alarming to both of them. Josuke tried sitting up when he felt the cock in his mouth getting bigger, and Jotaro seized his arm. By the time they had a chance to say a word, Surface’s transformation was complete.

“Sur...face?!” Josuke squeaked. There were two of them now. Two Jotaros. Josuke was going to die from heatstroke or something.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jotaro stopped moving.

“I was just thinking, since Josuke here likes your cock so much, he might like having two of your cock in him at the same time. That sounds nice, right Josuke?” He leaned down and asked quietly. He knew it wasn’t Jotaro towering over him, smiling, he knew it wasn’t Jotaro’s thick, heavy cock dangling above his face, but he was so excited by the prospect of being touched and fucked by two Jotaros.

Two Jotaros. I’m definitely going to die, he thought.

“You won’t get another chance, Josuke,” Surface said in a sultry whisper.

“J-Jotaro-san?” He peered over Surface’s hip. “Is this ok with you?” He felt kind of ashamed that the idea of having two dicks inside him made him shake and tighten around real Jotaro’s cock, so a part of him would be relieved if Jotaro said no and he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. Jotaro even looked like he might say no. He said nothing for a few moments, then sighed.

“It’s alright Josuke. It’s just this once.” Josuke smiled through glazed eyes, and then keened when Jotaro started fucking him again, and it seemed like he was trying to aim for that same spot inside him that made his vision go white.

Surface’s soft smile was gone and the smirk returned. He pushed his cock back in and Josuke closed his eyes, losing himself to the feeling of being stuffed by Jotaro’s cocks.

The angle from which Surface was thrusting changed when Jotaro pushed him down and told him to get on his hands and knees above Josuke’s face. The stand begrudgingly complied.

Jotaro would regret bossing him around, he thought. This position would suit him much better for fucking the boy’s mouth. However, he understood why when Jotaro pressed his thumb between his cheeks and spread his ass open. Jotaro laved his tongue against his hole over and over again and Surface forgot to do anything with Josuke’s mouth for a few moments from the shock of it.

“Nhh-” A noise escaped him when Jotaro pushed the tip of his tongue inside. He could sense Jotaro rocking his hips against his uncle and he could feel Josuke moaning softly around his cock and then louder when Jotaro went faster.

The teen couldn’t get a good look but he knew Jotaro was doing something to Surface to make him pause like that. He decided to take over, propping himself up enough that he could bob his head on ‘Jotaro’s’ cock.

Once Surface regained his composure, he positioned himself so he could still see Josuke’s face, and still have Jotaro’s mouth on him from behind. It was opening up new sensations he never felt before. He started thrusting again, Josuke falling into pace with him.

They both were probably about to reach their limit soon with the dual stimulation. He would have wanted to just use Josuke’s mouth with reckless abandon and finish down his throat but he’d rather not face Jotaro’s ire and plus, Jotaro’s tongue had worked all the way inside now and it was making his vision lighter. He was finding himself being carried by his pleasure much like Josuke was who hadn’t stopped keening and moaning around his cock, sending vibrations that reached all the way behind him to his ass.

Hold on… this is exactly what he wants, he thought to himself. Jotaro was distracting him and trying to get him off quicker.

He looked down at Josuke who frankly looked completely gone. His eyes were bleary and unfocused, tears that had gathered at the corners had already spilled, but he sucked his cock like his life depended on it.

“Let’s try this Josuke, you need to know how to properly take my cock,” he said breathily in Jotaro’s voice as he sank his cock farther in, nudging the back of Josuke’s throat before pulling his cock out completely and doing it over again. The interruption of his constant moans only made both Jotaro and Surface even hungrier for more.

Surface didn’t push him too far but kept at that pace until he felt himself getting closer to climax, the muscles in his thighs clenched tighter, his thrusts smaller but faster. Both their tongues were sending shivers through his body. Fuck, fuck!

He didn’t bother concealing his moans. He cried out and came. He pulled out of Josuke’s mouth and pumped his fist over his cock hard and fast, hips jerking roughly against Jotaro’s tongue. Spurts of cum shot out onto Josuke’s cheek, neck and the side of his head but most of it landed on the sheets. He rolled over next to Josuke in mind-numbing bliss.

Jotaro, now having Josuke all to himself, rested his elbows by Josuke’s head and began pounding him without holding back. Josuke cried out sharply but wrapped his arms around him and tilted his hips up higher.

“Jotaro-sa-!” He wailed before his voice cut off into a scream. His lips were red and swollen and Jotaro groaned into the kiss they shared. Within seconds, Josuke came onto both their stomachs and his grip on Jotaro could have crushed a regular person.

“Nnggg, so tight- Josuke...!” Jotaro’s broken words spilled out as he came inside his lovestruck lover with an almost pained groan and came deep inside him. Even if he wanted to pull out beforehand, Josuke’s legs wouldn’t have allowed it. He slowly collapsed on top of him and buried his face into the nook of his shoulder. They both gasped for air as they came down from their high. His eyes fell on his uncle's birthmark before slowly slipping closed, curling up against his body.

Eventually Jotaro took pity and rolled them around so Josuke could rest against his chest. He was quickly dozing off after such a wonderfully explosive experience.

Jotaro gently stroked the sides of Josuke's hair, trying to tame the fly-aways and strands that loosened from their coupling. He swiped the streak of cum that hit his cheek away and watched him fondly. His heart tightened when he thought of how many moments like this they would share, the time they could spend together.

"Um hey."

Jotaro turned his head to see Surface standing there. "You need to lend me some clothes, the ones I copied disappeared. And I need to be Josuke again."

Jotaro sighed through his nose. "Look for something in that drawer. Make it quick, please. And tell your user to leave Josuke alone. And if you tell anyone…"

"Yeah, yeah I get it. Don’t worry, I’ll keep Hazamada happy with all the tricks I’ve learned too." He touched Josuke lightly on the arm and took his form again. "Well, tell Josuke I said bye." He winked at Jotaro as he picked out some clothes and then he left.

Jotaro didn’t relax until he heard the door click shut, silence following suit. He laid back down, hugging Josuke closer to his chest and feeling happy when he heard Josuke’s soft sigh. He checked his watch.

The past hour felt like a fever dream. As strange as it was at first, he was happy it finally brought him and Josuke together. He squeezed his uncle a little tighter and brushed his fingers up and down his back.

He’d have to clean the boy up soon, he could feel his cum leaking out and dribbling onto his own skin from this position. They could both use a bath. Just a few more minutes like this, he told himself and closed his eyes