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Dio's little freak with the creepy, groping tentacle stand got the jump on him, because he's light on his feet and Hierophant Green is sneaky.

Jotaro hadn't even noticed he wasn't alone until it was already too late, a tendril wrapped halfway around his neck and creeping into his mouth.

Seeing the nurse possessed was unsettling. Being possessed is about a thousand times worse — it tenses his muscles and joints as it slithers into place along his limbs. It feels like he's being worn by his own bones, and even though Kakyoin is letting him keep control of his mind, he's not sure if that's much better.

"Hello again," Kakyoin purrs, linking an arm through Jotaro's. "We're going to take a little detour."

Jotaro wants to tell him to rot in hell, or bring out Star Platinum to beat him to death, but he can't do either. Hierophant tightens around his spine, forcing him to straighten up into a perfect posture.

"We're going to keep him in there in case you try to misbehave," Kakyoin explains.

Jotaro's body moves without him. It's like stepping off an escalator and feeling yourself lurch, and another step off. Every step. The inertia doesn't match up with his will, and whenever he gets that disgusting alien robot slime bug, piece of shit Stand out of him, Kakyoin is going to be breathing through a tube.

Kakyoin hangs on his arm as they walk, of course.

"It isn't too far, don't worry."

Oh, good, because a longer walk was why he didn't want to go to a strange place with Kakyoin. That makes this fine.

His mouth is held shut from the inside as they walk in the opposite direction from his house.

It's only a few minutes away, but Jotaro is sure this isn't where he actually lives. It'd be stupid to reveal your base being this close to your enemy's home, and when Kakyoin opens the door with a key, it's barely furnished. There's a couch, a minimal dining room beyond another wall, and a mat at the door to put their shoes. There's not much else.

Once they're safely inside, the tension in his jaw retreats.

"You better kill me before I get this thing out."

Hierophant keeps him still as he says it, appearing perfectly pliant minus the threats.

Kakyoin just laughs. He slides the scarf off his neck like he's trying to make it seductive, and winds the pretty mesh through his fingers. He'd looked smug on the walk to this place, but now that there's no risk of prying eyes, he looks downright sinister.

He makes a small show of standing on his toes to loop the scarf around Jotaro's neck instead, and using it to drag Jotaro's face down to his level. Their difference in height isn't too drastic, but Kakyoin seems to enjoy the dramatics.

This close, Jotaro can feel Kakyoin's breath pass over his lips.

"Lord Dio told us to drag it out if we could," he smiles. His fingers twist in the fabric, slowly gathering the slack and forcing Jotaro closer and closer. "He meant the killing, but I wouldn't mind spending some extra time with you."

Kakyoin nuzzles his face against Jotaro's and his mouth brushes over his cheekbone, just barely.

"Too bad," Jotaro deadpans. "Get it over with."

Hierophant squeezes the back of his skull.

"You'll have a much nicer time if you're good for me."

"I doubt that."

In contrast to his stand constricting painfully around his bones, Kakyoin's mouth is soft when he presses a kiss to his jaw.

"Why not? I know you aren't seeing anyone," Kakyoin pouts. "You enjoyed yourself last time, didn't you?"

'Last time' involved Kakyoin playing dirty, keeping Hierophant Green low to trip Jotaro up long enough to make a grand escape, but not before he'd squeezed all of Hierophant's limbs around Jotaro and taken a lingering moment to lean in close and look smug.

It caught him off guard long enough for Kakyoin to thread all of his fingers into Jotaro's hair, drag his head down, and slip his tongue halfway down Jotaro's throat.

He's still not thrilled that Kakyoin got away before he could properly beat the shit out of him for whatever the hell that was.

"No," Jotaro grits through his teeth. "Get your fucking hands off me."

Kakyoin kisses him instead. The foreign control under his skin makes him relax his mouth like he's allowing it, and Kakyoin picks up right where they left off by running the tip of his tongue between Jotaro's teeth. Kakyoin makes noises against him that seem too lewd for how simple the kissing is, and Jotaro doesn't know if he's playing it up or if he's really that much of a pervert.

Kakyoin is determined and Hierophant is insidious; for a few moments, Jotaro can't quite remember why he's supposed to fight back.

"Do you want me to undress you, or would you like to do it yourself?" Kakyoin asks, panting against Jotaro's wet mouth.

Ah. That's why.

"Neither."

"You're no fun," Kakyoin groans.

Hierophant walks his body to the couch with Kakyoin anyway. Kakyoin plops down and stretches, reaching those long arms up and sighing when his joints creak, then eagerly leans forward where Jotaro stands.

Hierophant doesn't sit him down.

"Why don't we split the difference?" Kakyoin suggests, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his school jacket and absolutely nothing else. "I'll undress yourself," he laughs.

Jotaro shrugs off his jacket. Hierophant is too deep in him, splintered into his nervous system, and he's barely realized he's moving when he's already undoing his belts.

"Fuck you," Jotaro spits.

His fingers tremble as he tries to take control back, but Kakyoin slaps his hands away instead once it's clear he's fighting too hard for Hierophant to use that fine of a motor skill.

"Shouldn't you be more grateful?" Kakyoin asks, pulling his belts through their loops and setting them on top of his jacket with a clink. "I've been a lot nicer than any of the others would have been."

Jotaro assumes the 'others' would be the other stand users Dio has under his control.

"Thanks," Jotaro sneers dryly. It's bitter and sarcastic, and nothing about it could be construed as a genuine gratitude.

"Oh, there, wasn't that easy?" Kakyoin teases. "Why don't you try it again for me. 'Thank you for being so nice to me, Kakyoin-sama', how about that?"

Jotaro wants to laugh — as though he'd thank him for delaying his death with unwanted touches and feelings, or use such a polite honorific while Kakyoin has rudely shoved himself up Jotaro’s ass in more ways than one.

"I'm going to make your death slow," Jotaro says instead.

"Mm," Kakyoin hums, feigning agreement like he's not listening as he undoes Jotaro's pants. "I'm going to suck your cock first. It'd be a waste not to, wouldn’t it?"

That shocks Jotaro enough to shut him up, long enough for Kakyoin to get his soft dick out in the open.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” Kakyoin admits. “I wanted to do this last time, without Hierophant needing to get involved, but we didn’t have enough time for me to make a nice enough first impression,” he pouts.

Jotaro doesn't want to watch, but Hierophant keeps his head tilted down and yanks his eyes back open when Jotaro tries to shut them.

Kakyoin drags his tongue over the head slowly. His eyes are shut, not looking at Jotaro or his cock, and the idle way he strokes Jotaro as he hardens feels more obscene than anything Kakyoin could be saying. What kind of pervert is he that he's taken Jotaro's control and plans to take his virginity, too, but he's going to leisurely suck him off before he does?

"Aren't you sweet," Kakyoin purrs, flattening his tongue and taking his time with a long stripe up the length. "You can't take your eyes off me."

Kakyoin opens his eyes and looks up after he says it, since he already knows Jotaro has his eyes on him whether he wants to or not.

"Fuck you," Jotaro tries to snarl. The threat in his voice falls short when it's capped with a gasp, Kakyoin closing his mouth around the head of his cock and flexing his tongue against it.

He didn't want this, he's not enjoying it, but...

"There we go," Kakyoin sighs, feeling another twitch of interest from Jotaro's cock. "I want you to like it," he pouts. "It's not fun if you don't like it by the end."

Kakyoin doesn't even give him the courtesy of preparing him like a normal human being. Instead, Jotaro's face scrunches in disgust feeling one of Hierophant's tentacles squirm out of him, out of there, wriggling and pulsing thicker and wetter until it's dripping down the insides of his thighs. Hierophant does most of the work while Jotaro balls his hands into fists, out of frustration and because it — it won't stop rubbing against something in him that makes his knees weak from the electric heat of it, and Jotaro would rather die than make a noise in front of him.

Kakyoin barely sucks him off the whole time, too, lolling his tongue against Jotaro's cock and just watching him squirm.

Jotaro has lost enough ground that he's panting with every weird pulse inside him — there's so much wet between his legs that it drips cold down his overheated thighs. Hierophant hasn't stretched him wider in a few long minutes, only kept rubbing and slicking and reminding him he's being prepared.

What feels like ages later, Kakyoin finally pulls away from his cock, reaches between his legs, and easily slides three fingers in.

"You're gonna feel amazing," Kakyoin says in awe. He presses as deep as his fingers can go, and while it's nothing compared to Hierophant making its presence known, the outside pressure of Kakyoin's hand suddenly makes this much, much more real.

Kakyoin kisses his thighs and hips like they're lovers, smattering his way back up to Jotaro's mouth. It's almost a blessing when Kakyoin kisses him again, making a few moments of near-silence where Jotaro isn't gasping despite how much he hates this. Jotaro doesn’t think about the secondhand taste of his cock in Kakyoin’s mouth.

With one more peck against Jotaro's cheek, Kakyoin eases back and relaxes into the sleaziest possible way he could sit, knees apart and slouched back into the cushions.

"Okay. Come on," Kakyoin hums.

The shake in his legs isn’t all from fighting against Hierophant as he’s brought forward, straddling Kakyoin's lap.

"You ready?" Kakyoin asks, kissing Jotaro's jawline. "I am," he teases, "I've waited so long to have you like this."

"Fuck off and die," Jotaro weakly shoots back, so much of the confidence gone now that there's truly no avoiding, no escaping, no not doing this.

"Be nice," Kakyoin pouts. His hands cup Jotaro by his ass, bringing him down and forward until Jotaro feels something blunt and hot and unmistakably human brush his thigh.

He's expecting some blinding-hot rush of pain when Kakyoin brings him down, but oh, the bastard, he made sure it wouldn't hurt at all. Kakyoin's cock slides in with almost no resistance between good preparation and Hierophant keeping Jotaro as relaxed as it can manage.

It's only seconds later that Jotaro is fully flush to Kakyoin's lap, with a sickeningly pleased curl of fullness in his belly.

"Thank you for letting me sit on your cock."

Kakyoin mouths the words, and Jotaro... Jotaro says them. It's his voice purring it out, his tongue he wishes he could bite off, and worst of all, he can't tell if it's Hierophant or himself that stirs the twitch of heat in his stomach.

"Good," Kakyoin purrs, running his hands fondly up Jotaro's thighs. "You're welcome."

Fuck you, Jotaro wants to spit, and instead it comes out sugary sweet, breathy, "I can't wait to cum for you, Nori."

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise," Kakyoin purrs, leaning in to kiss under Jotaro's jaw. "You already feel good, don't you?"

Fuck you, Jotaro tries again. "I'm so full," he says instead, sounding desperate. "I can't wait for you to fill me up even more."

Kakyoin kisses Jotaro on the mouth like breaking a spell and gives him his voice back.

"Hate that shit," Jotaro growls. "Don't do it again."

"I will if I want to," Kakyoin fake-pouts. “I know you won’t tell me if you like it,” he huffs.

He kisses Jotaro again, deeply, and deeper, and Jotaro is so distracted by it that it takes a second to notice Hierophant is moving him.

Hierophant is moving him up off of Kakyoin's lap, just a bit, before carefully relaxing back down. It's a set of muscles Jotaro has probably never used together but Hierophant doesn't mind, just guides him up and down again.

It's not painful. Jotaro almost wishes it was so he could concentrate on something other than how nearly-pleasant it is.

It still feels weird, but it's creeping from neutral-weird to good-weird the longer Hierophant moves him.

At the first extra-shaky breath Jotaro makes, Hierophant stops him.

"Are you feeling alright so far?" Kakyoin asks. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Jotaro grits his teeth.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I know," Kakyoin hums, like dismissing a child's fantastical notions. "Does it hurt?"

“No,” he admits, glaring. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Kakyoin's grin goes sleazy again.

"Does it feel good?"

"No," Jotaro says, like spitting on the sidewalk.

“You shouldn’t lie,” Kakyoin frowns. “Not to me, anyway. You know I can tell.”

Hierophant starts again, slower this time. It’s not riding him up and down like it had been, but instead he’s having his hips rolled in tiny, grinding circles, like Kakyoin could possibly get any deeper in him.

Plus, with Kakyoin only watching him for the moment and keeping his mouth shut and to himself, it’s forcing Jotaro to notice how full he really is. He hadn’t seen Kakyoin’s cock, but regardless of how big it actually is, the stretch makes his guts ache. He could swear he feels Kakyoin moving in him, rubbing against his insides with every little rock of his hips, but Jotaro can’t honestly say if it’s more likely Kakyoin or his stand.

Jotaro bites his lip to keep a noise down when Hierophant pulls him up just enough to get a little momentum coming down, and then he’s stopped again.

“Hey, hey,” Kakyoin soothes, petting Jotaro’s face with one hand. “Don’t do that, Jojo, let me hear if you like it.”

“I don’t,” he snaps on reflex, and can practically hear Kakyoin scolding him for lying.

“You’re not having fun?” Kakyoin asks.

Jotaro hesitates. He sounds genuine — it’s only part of Kakyoin’s creepy little persona, it must be, but for a moment, Jotaro can barely tell.

“No,” he huffs. “Being possessed and fucking my enemy isn’t my idea of fun.”

Kakyoin laughs, light and real.

“Well, we have different definitions of fun, then,” he teases.

For the first time since Kakyoin let Jotaro’s cock fall off his tongue, there’s a light touch sliding between his legs.

“What if we made it more fun?” Kakyoin suggests, low and threatening and still sugar-sweet. “I already told you I want you to feel good, didn’t I?”

He gives Jotaro a long stroke that makes his toes curl, briefly overwhelmed and briefly imagining just getting this over with, agreeing to it all and saving the energy.

“Jojo?” Kakyoin prods, “I asked you a question.”

Jotaro hates these — when Kakyoin expects an answer. How is Jotaro supposed to tell what is or isn’t rhetorical?

“You did,” Jotaro agrees.

Kakyoin kisses his jawline and rubs a drop of precum with his thumb, smearing it thin over the head of Jotaro’s cock and driving him that much more up the wall.

“Do you think this would be more fun?” Kakyoin asks again. “Do you want me jerking you off?”

Jotaro swallows.

It is good. It’s the most direct touch since Kakyoin’s useless blowjob, and Jotaro can feel heat gathering back to his belly.

“Want you to fuck off and die,” Jotaro says weakly, even though his eyes are fluttering shut as Kakyoin touches him.

His hips want to twitch up into Kakyoin’s hand, but Hierophant’s internal grip on him is too tight. Worse, Kakyoin definitely felt him try.

“I don’t think that’s what you want at all,” he huffs smugly.

Kakyoin removes his hand and Jotaro groans in disappointment.

“See?” he prods. “You want me to touch you almost as much as I want to touch you.”

“Then do it,” Jotaro hisses.

“I want you to ask for it,” Kakyoin pouts.

Despite that, he has Hierophant move Jotaro’s hips again — no hesitation, no pauses between the rises and falls, no mercy when Kakyoin’s cock bumps into him in a way that punches a grunt out of him.

It’s good. Hierophant has him lubed, Kakyoin presses or brushes against his prostate every other roll of his hips, and Jotaro’s breath speeds up when Kakyoin just... Keeps going.

Jotaro squirms against it all, tense under his skin from not controlling his own body, and Kakyoin only kisses his mouth and his neck and bites gently over his chest.

It's good. Too good, Jotaro realizes, as he can't catch his breath and the tiny huffs he's been holding back become real moans — an mm becomes an ah and an ah becomes an oh, and he's...

Oh, he's...

...Hierophant stops his hips.

"Fuck."

The groan slips out on accident. He was close — he wants this to be over with so he can take back his own body and beat this guy to a pulp, but he's also so hard it's making him nauseous the longer he goes without release.

“You’re a selfish lover, aren’t you?” Kakyoin teases. “Making me do all the work.”

Jotaro’s going to retort, but...

Something pulses in his stomach.

It's like vomiting, but a dozen times worse. Hierophant slithers back up while his throat spasms, trying to... Keep it down, get it out faster, Jotaro doesn't know. He gags around it and he's sure it's taking its time just to mess with him and block his breath.

His vision is going fuzzy by the time Hierophant schlorps its way out in full. There's the distant thought that now's the time to strike, to do something, but alien cold wraps down his arms and brings them behind his back before he can gather himself enough.

Leaning back against Hierophant makes him cold and feels unsteady, but the alternative is leaning forward, against Kakyoin’s chest and further into this whole stupid scenario.

Shockingly, Kakyoin gives him time to catch his breath. He doesn’t force Jotaro’s hips or try to kiss him again until Jotaro’s breathing has mostly evened out, and his glare has returned at full potency to burn holes past Kakyoin’s head, looking anywhere but at him.

“Come on, Jojo,” Kakyoin tuts, a hand petting at his hip like he’s really trying to encourage him. "All you have to do is ask nicely. Use your words and use your manners, and ask. Me. Nicely."

"Fuckin' pervert, just —"

Jotaro is cut off by a slap to his cheek. Or, not a slap, really, more of a pop. It could almost pass as playful if it weren't for Kakyoin's awful grin and the single roll up of his hips, the first contribution his dick has made yet.

"There's no need to be rude," he scolds. "The next swear out of you is going to get a real smack and a mouthful of soap."

Jotaro immediately wants to push back, tell him he'd like to see him eat shit and try, but he knows Kakyoin would follow through on his threat — he'd knock Jotaro off his lap with a backhand to make tennis players jealous and find a bar of soap for him to suck on.

"Fine," Jotaro finally concedes. Pervert.

"Go on," Kakyoin urges.

Jotaro considers talking back again, but he's lost track of how long they've been here. He's lost count of how many times Hierophant has forced his hips and driven him to the edge and then let the control go. He's so shamefully hard it hurts, and he's mortified at the mess he's made leaking enough precum to spill down his cock and drip onto Kakyoin's uniform.

Jotaro swallows his pride.

"Would you let me cum?" he asks flatly, hoping to obscure the desperation bleeding into his voice.

Kakyoin smacks him again anyway, slightly harder than the first.

"Better than that."

There's no humor in his voice despite his sleazy smile. Kakyoin knows he's won, and now he's just waiting for Jotaro to get on with it.

"Please," Jotaro adds.

Kakyoin covers the head of Jotaro's cock with his palm and gives him a few cruelly short, excruciatingly good, tight strokes. Jotaro folds in on himself so violently he almost headbutts him.

"Fuck," he gasps. Without Hierophant controlling him, it's his own aching core keeping him from collapsing against Kakyoin's chest, now, and his own sore thighs frozen so he doesn't move on Kakyoin's lap.

Just as quickly as Kakyoin started, he stops.

"What'd I say?"

"Fuck you, shit, just let me —"

Aaand there's the backhand.

It's much worse than the first two. His face is already hot from shame and touch and effort, and the impact stings like a brand.

The same hand grabs a fistful of Jotaro's hair to make him look up. Distantly, he realizes it's also the same one Kakyoin had touched him with, and Kakyoin must be smearing precum through his hair, but Jotaro can't be put off by it when he has more pressing matters to attend to first.

"I thought you said you wanted to cum?" Kakyoin asks, his tone sweetening.

"I do," Jotaro admits. He's accepted that he has to play along for a better shot at surviving, but even then, that was an uncomfortably quick response. "I'm sorry, it — I didn't expect it to feel like that."

"Like what?" Kakyoin coos. "What did it feel like?"

Fuck. Awful little pervert, he knows what it felt like, he just wants to make things worse on him.

"It felt good," Jotaro admits, the words grinding out of his throat like rusted gears.

"Oh, good," he purrs. "Do you want me to keep going?"

He wants to tear Kakyoin's head off of his neck.

"Yes," he says instead. The better he plays along, the sooner this is over, and the quicker he can end Kakyoin's life. "I'm sorry I swore, please, I want to cum."

Kakyoin shudders under him, apparently pleased enough for now.

"Good," he praises again. "Go on. You can make yourself feel good."

Jotaro hates this. He can feel the empty space Hierophant Green has left under his skin, gaping between his muscles and bones like Jotaro needs to re-settle into his own body, and instead of shaking that off and killing this guy, he has to do some... Some weird, pretend-obedient thing so this guy doesn't kill him first.

He sinks carefully down to rest on Kakyoin’s lap — to give his core a break, not for Kakyoin's enjoyment, but Kakyoin makes a quiet noise under him anyway.

"You feel amazing when I don't have to do the work for you," he breathes.

A fresh rush of embarrassment floods Jotaro's cheeks. Well, that explains why Kakyoin's been able to keep toying with him for so long. He tries not to think about Kakyoin finally having his full focus on how Jotaro's hole feels squeezing around his cock — not that thoughts like that help.

"Whose fault was that?" Jotaro grunts, still working up the nerve to move up again on his own.

"I'd be happy to string you up again," Kakyoin says coldly. "It'd take me longer to cum and cream your tight hole, but I can if you'd prefer it."

"No," Jotaro says too fast. God, he's disgusting. Who says things like that? "No, I don't want — no. I'll do it, just... Give me a minute."

Kakyoin, shockingly, gives him the minute. Jotaro shuts his eyes and tries to breathe to calm himself down, and it... Sort of works.

The whole situation feels less suffocating and more like a necessary evil; one little obstacle of riding Kakyoin for his entertainment between Jotaro and gutting Kakyoin with his bare hands. That's nice.

But trying to ground himself also forces him to concentrate on Kakyoin's cock stretching him open, perfectly hard even though Jotaro hasn't moved in too many moments. Whatever slime the stand produced to lube him up, it’s kept well — he’s still slick enough that when Kakyoin adjusts under him to get more comfortable, as small a movement as it is, it rubs Kakyoin’s cock pleasantly in him and makes his breath stutter.

“You can kiss me when you’re not busy,” Kakyoin suggests. He’s even looking hopefully up at Jotaro, like Jotaro would actually stoop so low.

“You can kiss my ass,” Jotaro bites back.

“I considered that, too,” Kakyoin hums, with complete sincerity. “I know you’d taste so good, and if I had Hierophant just hold you down I’d have all the time in the world to open you up like that and see if I could make you cum without technically defiling you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jotaro mutters — ignoring the fact that he twitched thinking about it, wondering if it’d be as good as Kakyoin is acting like it is.

"Come on now, Jojo," Kakyoin reminds him. "You're supposed to be riding me, aren't you?"

Jotaro hates him so much.

Despite that, he moves. He has to.

As much as he hates admitting it, God, it feels good — he’s hyper-aware of how close they are when he rises on Kakyoin’s lap, and then the stretch and fullness of coming down makes him huff or grunt every time.

Kakyoin angles himself slightly and then every press down is agonizingly good, shoving at his prostate more often than not.

He bites his lip to keep from swearing. He can't stop now, if he swears and Kakyoin stops him again, he's going to scream.

"Fuck, Jotaro," Kakyoin whimpers, apparently exempt from his own rules. "You're incredible, oh, God."

He's getting close, but it's not like it was before; Hierophant moving him meant he wasn't distracted moving himself, keeping his balance, angling his hips right.

"Please," Jotaro really, truly begs. "I can't, please, I can't cum like this."

Tears heat his eyes and his head falls forward, as much as it can, because he can't look at Kakyoin.

"You can," Kakyoin assures him softly. "I know you can, Jojo, keep going."

"I can't," he shakes, "Kakyoin, I —"

"You can," Kakyoin repeats. "You're going to cum from fucking yourself or you won't cum at all."

He kisses Jotaro so gently, just a brush of his lips against his mouth.

"What about earlier, hm? You were close earlier, and you didn't need me to touch you then."

"That was — you were still controlling me," Jotaro groans. "You were moving me."

"So you don't want to do the work? It's too hard trying to cum when you have to move yourself?"

It sounds like a trick question, Jotaro knows it is, but he might say anything to get Kakyoin to help him.

"Yes," Jotaro nods, desperate, "I can't focus on how good it feels when I'm — when I have to do it myself."

"Poor thing," Kakyoin pouts. "You have been working very hard, haven't you?"

Jotaro nods. Oh, God, fuck, let this be it.

"You want me to help you?"

Jotaro nods again, harder.

"You want me to fuck you, Jojo?" Kakyoin asks, pitying and innocent and that's what Kakyoin wants. He wants Jotaro to ask him, beg him, to fuck him, because that means Jotaro is out of pride or out of options and either works for him.

"Yes," Jotaro groans, too fast. He's out of both. "It hurts, please, Kakyoin —"

"— You can swear," Kakyoin interrupts, "go on, say it, ask me nicely, Jojo —"

"— Fuck me," he pants. "Please, fuck me, shit, I'm gonna die if you don't let me cum," Jotaro gasps. Kakyoin's hands slide to his hips to grip him there, and Jotaro is so far out of his mind that he raises himself up and jerks down again just to show Kakyoin how badly he needs it.

Kakyoin grunts something like 'fuck' under his breath, too.

"Ask me again," Kakyoin demands, squeezing.

"Fuck me, please, I need it, please, please," he rambles, and Kakyoin finally lifts up and yanks Jotaro's hips down so hard he sees stars.

"There you go," Kakyoin moans. "See, you asked nicely, and now you're getting what you want, Jojo," he gasps.

His fingers dig into Jotaro's ass hard enough there'll be bruises, and it's taken so long to get here that Jotaro's insides almost feel numb from overuse, but it doesn't matter when he's finally going to cum. It feels like it's been hours — maybe it has been, God, Jotaro has no idea.

"Tell me you love me, Jojo," Kakyoin groans.

Jotaro goes cold, despite his red face and the need in his belly.

For a moment, Kakyoin might as well be fucking a doll. Jotaro stops squirming, stops moaning, stops breathing.

"I love you," Kakyoin hums. "Jotaro."

It sounds like a threat, and with the way he settles Jotaro onto his lap and flattens his hands at the tops of his thighs as he rocks in short thrusts up against him, somehow, it is.

"Don't you love me, too?" he hints.

That's...

Maybe if Kakyoin only wanted him to say he likes him. Maybe if it didn't sound like a threat much worse than stopping, not letting him cum.

"I —" Jotaro starts to stutter, and even that gets him another sharp, too-good shove into him.

"Yeah?" Kakyoin urges. "C'mon, Jojo, don't you love me?" he asks again, sounding desperate. "I want you to say it before we cum."

Hierophant's nearly-forgotten grip on his forearms tips him off-balance, forcing him face to face with Kakyoin and straining not to lean on him fully.

Before we cum. Jotaro ignores the nausea swelling in his throat being reminded Kakyoin is going to cum inside him, even when his heart pounds being reminded he gets to cum, too.

Jotaro shuts his eyes.

"Yeah," he surrenders. "I love you, too."

The noise Kakyoin makes is impossible, hurt and overwhelmed with happiness and so, so hungry.

Oh, God is all Kakyoin says before he's kissing words into Jotaro's mouth.

The way Kakyoin fucks him is different now. There's no hidden agenda or smug power plays, just him clinging to Jotaro and working himself up muttering how Jotaro is perfect, you're so perfect and asking Jotaro to say it again.

"I love you," Jotaro repeats, weaker, because oh, fuck, this is it — he's been kept from cumming over and over and he's not going to let it slip away again now.

For what it's worth, Jotaro moves with Kakyoin as much as he can, but Kakyoin is too desperate to follow right.

"Love you, Jojo," Kakyoin gasps, resting his head on Jotaro's chest. "Say it again, please," he begs.

"I love you," Jotaro moans again.

He — Kakyoin's cock bumps against his prostate with no rhythm or pattern. Jotaro makes a high, surprised noise each time it catches, his toes curling, and if Kakyoin wasn't so close, Jotaro realizes with a kind of impressed horror that he probably could cum like this.

"Love you," Jotaro says again, needing to fill the space between moans with something even as he's losing the last of his composure. "Don't stop," he begs back, "Kakyoin, I love you, yes, fuck —"

"— love you, Jotaro, fuck —"

Jotaro mutters a half-disgusted swear under his breath when it happens — Kakyoin shoves impossibly closer and then there's a wet, spilling heat in him — and as cruel as Kakyoin had been before, one hand fumbles to Jotaro's cock to make sure he's going to cum, too.

Jotaro gasps and lets himself arch into it and try to fuck himself into Kakyoin's fist. He can't care about holding it together anymore, he needs to cum too badly, and thank fuck Kakyoin apparently wants him to, too.

He might have bruises on his inner thighs from how tightly he squeezes them around Kakyoin's hips when he cums. It's — God, fuck, he's never cum so hard in his life — Kakyoin strokes him through it as he shoots between them and moans with every wave of orgasm punched out of him, and — Kakyoin kisses him, too, licks the noises right off his tongue when he stops biting them back because he can't.

Every shivering clench around Kakyoin's cock seems to pull more of his climax in, too, Kakyoin moaning out of time with him as he wrings Jotaro dry; it's going to be a special hell of a mess, he distantly thinks, but Kakyoin finally stops stroking him in favor of breathlessly kissing him again.

Jotaro kisses back. It's all too much. There's too many mental hoops to jump through and Kakyoin has just about fucked his brains out, and he'd already decided he should murder Kakyoin anyway so a little more weakness is just fine.

The only thing keeping them from falling is Hierophant's shaking, unsteady form behind Jotaro, barely stable enough to lean onto.

"That was amazing," Kakyoin breathes. "I love you."

The uneasy twist in Jotaro's stomach is even worse with Kakyoin still fuck-deep in him.

He just has to keep playing the game.

"I love you too."