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A rap on his window makes him jump. Picking his head up from where he lay on his bed, Josuke peers over at his window, slightly surprised to see the new kid waving at him.
It was pitch black outside as winter crept up on the world, only a low lit lamp casting a warm glow in his tiny room. He couldn't see Rohan very well through the window, only recognizing him from his creepy, pale face. With a sigh, Josuke got up from his fuzzy blanket nest and opened the window.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Rohan’s eyes shined mischievously as he held up a grocery bag in response, seemingly full of beer. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, and was dressed casually. A long sleeve baseball tee hugged his shoulders, falling to a pair of black sweatpants and sneakers. His green-hued hair was clipped away from his face, showcasing a more than perfect forehead and sharp brows.
Rohan had just moved to Morioh a few months ago, transferring to his class in the middle of the year. The kid was weird to say the least, but Josuke found his attitude somewhat charming. Never to be one to ostracize someone, Josuke was immediately kind to him. They weren’t friends, but more so mutual acquaintances that would exchange pleasantries in the hall and occasionally crack a joke with each other in class.
He was an artist, always drawing at every chance he got. Rohan had mentioned one day in class that he was going to be a mangaka, and for some reason Josuke remembered it vividly. The Joestar had taken an interest in him, studying the way his brows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out when he concentrated. He was intrigued. Rohan was the weirdest person he has ever met. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.
The fact that this kid had knocked on his window uninvited during the night was . . . not completely a surprise. They had briefly joked about sneaking out at night to drink last week, but Josuke never thought anything would come of it.
“Let’s go. I have a ton of beer and some whiskey,” Rohan spoke at full volume.
“Shhh! Are you trying to wake the whole fucking neighborhood?”
Rohan rolled his eyes. “Let’s go,” he reiterated with a wave of his hand.
“You haven’t even told me where we’re going.”
“There’s a spot by the beach. Hurry up, you’re boring me already,” the aspiring mangaka scoffed.
Josuke sighed, going to put on sweatpants, a jacket, and some sneakers. Grabbing his cigarettes and wallet, he began removing the screen to the window, shooing Rohan back in the process. Once the window screen was properly removed, he maneuvered himself out his tiny window and down onto the soft dirt. Cold air was already seeping through his clothes, goosebumps rising on his skin in response.
Josuke jogged to catch up to the artist who had already begun walking down the street.
“God, slow down,” Josuke huffed as he picked up his pace.
“You just need to walk faster.”
The chilly air made his cheeks flush as they walked in an awkward silence. Josuke didn’t really know what to say since they didn’t know each other very well. He racked his brain of talking points that would pique Rohan’s interest, enough to get him talking on a tangent so Josuke could relax.
“Why are we doing this tonight? I figured you would have at least texted me first.”
Rohan sighed. “I need to be drunk. My parents were fighting and I didn’t want to be home.”
Oh.
“Oh, well sorry about that,” Josuke responded awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
“It’s ok. I know you probably don’t have anything better to do so it works out,” the artist sassed, making Josuke roll his eyes. There it is, the attitude that kept Josuke coming back for more.
“I do a lot of interesting things. You just came on a slow night.”
“Right, right,” Rohan muttered under his breath.
Water sparkled in the distance as they arrived at the shore, the chilly wind taking on a salty aroma. Josuke followed Rohan as he veered towards the rocks as the crashing of the waves increased. The moon was full, reflecting on the rapids and making the night glow.
“So, whaddya think?” Rohan announced proudly.
Josuke took in what looked like a hermit shack against the jagged rocks. It was essentially just a bench looking log with a roof made of driftwood sheltering it.
“Uhhh…”
“I made it! It took a while to find all the sticks but it's really sturdy and shields you from the wind,” Rohan boasted with his hands on his hips, clearly pleased with himself.
“It’s actually pretty cool,” Josuke admitted, prompting a bright smile from the artist, making his heart skip a beat.
“I know,” Rohan retorted smugly. “Come sit,” he gestured to the log that was carved into a comfortable seat, going to sit on one end.
Josuke took a seat, resting his back on the rock behind. It was such a small area to sit that their legs were flush against one another, causing Josuke’s muscles to stiffen.
“I didn’t expect this to be so comfortable,” the Joestar joked, pulling out his cigarettes from his pocket so they wouldn’t get crushed.
Rohan hummed and took out a small bottle of whiskey. “Shots first,” he said briefly before taking a swig of the brown liquid, eyes squinting as he gulped and handed the bottle to Josuke.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to be drunk,” Josuke laughed as he took a drink himself, the familiar burn tainting his esophagus as a flood of warmth bloomed in his body.
“Nope,” the artist retorted, grabbing the bottle out of Josuke’s hands roughly, taking an even larger gulp. He coughed a bit and handed the bottle back. Josuke took another swig and set the bottle on the ground between them. Rohan dug into the grocery bag, pulling out two cans of cheap beer, handing one to Josuke with a smirk.
“Ahh, they're still here,” Rohan mused as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a little nook in the wooden shelter, lighting one up and exhaling menthol smoke into the salty air.
They relaxed into a comfortable silence as Rohan took drags from his cigarette, exhaling clouds into the space they shared.
Josuke hoped conversation would pick up as they drank. He already felt a little calmer with a drink in his hand. He lit up his own cigarette and relaxed against the other teen, enjoying the sound of the crashing waves, creating a sense of serenity.
The conversation picked up as Rohan ran his mouth like usual. Josuke loved to listen to him talk, though he didn’t usually have much to add. With beer flowing and cigarette after cigarette burning, reservations and nerves fell to the wayside. After a sufficient amount of alcohol, the conversation took a comfortable lul as they basked in the moonlight.
Josuke breaks the silence. “Do you have any plans after graduation?”
Rohan hums deep in thought, taking a few drags from his cigarette. “I do. I have something I want to achieve but I’m afraid of failure.”
The fact that Rohan was being so candid left Josuke feeling awkward at first, not used to expressing his deeper feelings to just anyone. Letting Rohan’s confession linger in the air a while longer, Josuke gets comfortable, taking his left arm and setting it behind Rohan on the makeshift bench. The artist tenses for a second, before relaxing and leaning into his half-embrace.
“Isn’t failure a huge part of life though?”
“Well, of course,” Rohan huffed, “but I don’t want to fail at the one thing I want so desperately in life.”
“Which is?” Josuke asked softly, watching his face intently, devoted to every word that poured from his mouth. The closeness of their bodies made his heart beat wildly as he tried to focus on the conversation at hand. His intrusive thoughts kept wandering to Rohan’s aromatic scent, how his lips were just so sinfully kissable . Being touch-starved and on his way to drunkenness was definitely not helping his condition.
“I’m pretty sure I mentioned this before, but I want to write manga, like professionally. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”
“I could definitely see you doing that. Fits you well,” Josuke acknowledged. The Joestar was surprised at his sudden attraction towards the green haired teen, though he was purposefully ignoring the fact that he had masturbated to him several times in the past few months.
“I know,” Rohan replied snobbily, shifting in his seat awkwardly at the sudden attention, the crackle of the tension between them unsettling. “Well, what are your plans after graduation?”
“College I guess. That’s what my family is expecting of me. In the long term, I’m not too sure.”
“I feel like that’s everyone’s plan.”
Josuke hummed. He was right. His plan was lackluster and boring. Deciding not to go down the route of self-hatred, he continued.
“Is there anything you want to do before we graduate?”
“Well,” Rohan mused, unsure if he should tell the other his true plans or not. “There’s something that I want to lose, but I’m not sure if I want to tell you or not,” the artist flirted. He was clearly trying to leave hints without saying anything explicitly, though it was painfully obvious what he was implying.
Suddenly hyper aware of where his body was in relation to the artist, Josuke racked his brain on how to respond, making sure he wouldn’t sound too eager.
“How far have you gone?” Josuke asks, intrigued by Rohan’s demeanor.
“How far have I gone with myself or other people?”
“Wha-? Well, I guess I want to know both now.”
“I’ve given a blow job and kissed a few people. Not much experience there, but I definitely have a lot of experience on my own, if you catch my drift.”
Josuke blinked, trying to hide his excitement of hearing the green haired teen talk about sex. “Care to elaborate?”
Rohan sighed, willing the alcohol in his veins to cull his embarrassment. “Well, you know, anal stuff. The prostate and all that. Like earlier I gave myself a prostate orgasm. Have you ever had one of those?”
“Nope. Wait, when you said earlier did you-”
“Yeah, just like a few hours ago,” Rohan laughed, watching Josuke’s face flush in the dim moonlight. “They feel even better than regular orgasms but you have to practice. It's not a given for most people, unfortunately.”
“What does it feel like?” Josuke asks innocently as his mind is filled with images of the man next to him playing with himself, effectively making his cock twitch.
They were huddled close for warmth, Rohan’s body burning the skin of his chest as he relaxed against him, Josuke’s arm still resting behind the artist’s back in a semi-intimate embrace. He could smell the other teen’s cologne, citrus and wood filling his nostrils as he imagined burying his face in Rohan’s neck, if only just to smell him more.
“It feels a little weird at first. It’s kinda an acquired taste I guess. The actual orgasm itself is more of a deep, whole body feeling than just your dick. It feels like you might piss but if you keep going you’ll, you know,” Rohan made a crude hand gesture signaling ejaculation. “It can get messy but it’s worth it. Gives you jelly legs.”
Josuke’s mind was reeling. He definitely knew what a prostate was but never really went and researched all about it. Upon hearing the details, he couldn’t help but imagine what Rohan looked like when having an orgasm.
Unable to keep his mouth shut, probably due to the whiskey thudding through his veins, he whispered, “I bet you look cute when you cum.”
A shiver runs up the artist’s spine at Josuke’s words. Turning his head fully towards the Joestar, their warm breaths mingling in the frigid air, he raises a brow and teases, “Why? Are you thinking about it?”
“ Yeah ,” Josuke breathes, watching Rohan’s expression intently. The tension between them is thick, dripping, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The crashing waves slowly go mute in their ears, only to be replaced by the static of nerves and increased blood flow. Their faces were so close, enough for Josuke to lean in and steal his pouty lips, but he held off for now.
Rohan swallows hard without breaking eye contact with the other. “What else have you thought about?”
For a split second, the air went still, time stopped, tension hanging in the air by thin threads. Suddenly, Josuke’s arm that was resting behind Rohan’s shoulders is touching him, hand threading into his soft green hair, guiding their lips together in a heated kiss. The taste of alcohol and cigarettes floods his mouth as their tongues gently dance, lips moving in sync. Soft moans escape the artist’s lips as his entire body tingles with pleasure, hands going to brush softly against the Joestar’s cheek.
The alcohol clouding Josuke’s thoughts emboldens him to grab Rohan’s hips and pull him into his lap, their crotches grinding delightfully.
The artist pulls back with a gasp, smirking as he rests his forehead against Josuke’s, hands threading in inky locks. “Have you ever thought about me sexually before this?”
A lump forms in Josuke’s throat. Yes , he thinks, but is too scared of the implications. “Now I am,” he whispers into Rohan’s mouth, prompting another deep kiss from the snickering artist. Calloused hands gripped strong hips tightly, grinding Rohan down onto his filling cock with a groan. A sensual whimper fills the air as Josuke nips hard at the artist’s lip, who in return begins to suck delicately on Josuke’s plump lower lip.
Rohan’s hips were moving on their own accord, grinding and writhing on Josuke’s cock which was straining painfully against his briefs. Rohan’s lithe fingers danced across the band of Josuke’s sweats, running across the smooth skin, asking the Joestar for silent permission.
Josuke grabbed the band of his sweatpants and briefs, bringing them down roughly as his thick cock bounced against his abs, Rohan’s cold hands immediately gripping his shaft tightly.
“ Fuck , you’re so hot,” Rohan breathed as he took in the sight of the Joestar’s heavy dick in the shaddows of the moonlight.
Josuke watched him intently, every slight expression of the artist’s face fascinating him. Rohan slipped to his knees, putting himself between Josuke’s muscular thighs with a depraved grin. The Joestar holds his cock at the base, presenting it to Rohan’s awaiting mouth, gasping quietly as the teen’s hot tongue laved at the tip.
“More?” Rohan asks innocently, watching with viscous excitement as Josuke’s eyes darkened.
“More.” Josuke strong fingers thread in green hair, pushing his head down and shoving his cock down the artist’s throat, causing the teen to choke slightly.
His dick was big, like pornstar big. Drooling, Rohan sucked at what he could, determined to not let himself gag and ruin the mood. Taking control, the artist began throat fucking himself, much to the delight of the Joestar. Finding a rhythm, he relaxed his jaw as much as possible to take the girth of Josuke’s prick.
Josuke guided the artist’s head over his cock, hips making up the difference, effectively shoving his cock down Rohan’s throat even further. The green haired teen’s eyes fluttered open, gazing up at Josuke with a depraved, euphoric look as tears began falling down his cheeks from the strain.
Rohan clearly was an expert, and since Josuke had only had two blow jobs in his life, he was bringing him way too close too fast.
The Joestar pulls Rohan’s head off his cock roughly, watching as drool ran down his fucked out lips. The artist scrambles into Josuke’s lap, gluing their mouths together in another heated kiss.
“Let’s go back to your place,” Rohan whispers hotly in his mouth before biting Josuke’s plush lip lightly. “I need you.”
Josuke smirks as they make themselves presentable again. His stomach was aflame with nerves at the thought of what could happen at his house, in his bed , where all his fantasies of the artist usually take place.
They gather their belongings and head back up the road, desperately trying to not seem as drunk as they were. The streets were still alive, basked in yellow from the streetlights, with the occasional neon sign flooding the world with red.
“Fuck, there’s a cop,” Rohan whispered, tugging at Josuke’s hand to grab his attention, nodding to their left where a patrolling officer stood observing.
“Stop being nervous, just act natural,” Josuke whispered back, unable to stop a small giggle at the way Rohan panicked.
“Stop laughing you asshole,” Rohan bit back with a teasing smile, that same smile that gripped the Joestar’s heart every time he witnessed it. Josuke wanted to capture this moment in time, watching the green haired teen experience the world in technicolor, drunk and happy, even if just for a minute.
“Seriously, just pretend like you’re supposed to be here,” Josuke teases, slowing down to a leisurely pace to blend in. Rohan fell into step beside him, trying to suppress his laughter. Being absolutely plastered made everything funny.
Rohan grabs Josuke’s hand after they pass the patrolling cop successfully, dragging him into a jog as the Joestar’s home comes into view. The artist’s hand scorched his skin, bleeding heat into his veins, flooding his stomach with butterflies.
Finally arriving back at Josuke’s window, he helps Rohan up into his room, enjoying the view of the teen’s ass as he scrambles over the ledge. Once they were both inside, Josuke closes the window as an awkward silence falls between them, their world shrinking to just his tiny bedroom.
They both stood still, sizing each other up, waiting for one to make the first move. Naturally, both knew what was about to transpire, but were filled with nerves at the idea.
Rohan huffed. “Fuck it.”
Stalking over to where Josuke stood in his room, he threw his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. The Joestar immediately responded, grasping the artist’s waist tightly, enjoying his frenzied touch.
Pulling back from the kiss, Josuke buried his face in Rohan’s neck, leaving kisses and nips behind his ear, relishing the gasp it pulled from the artist.
“My mom is sleeping just down the hall,” Josuke spoke softly into the shell of his ear, hoping the artist would catch his drift and be as quiet as possible.
“I figured,” Rohan breathed back, pressing himself seductively against the Joestar.
Their kiss resumed, deep and languid, wandering hands throwing clothes to the floor. Eventually, Josuke drunkenly led Rohan to his bed, laying him down on the soft sheets and kneeling over him, possessive and devout.
“You have to be completely silent,” Josuke whispers into his mouth, lightly kissing his soft lips. His lips trail down to suck on Rohan’s neck, tasting the sweat and salt clinging to his skin.
“ Okay, ” Rohan breathes back hotly, bringing his hands up to thread in the Joestar’s thick locks, enjoying the way Josuke growled under his breath when his hair was tugged. Josuke’s scent was everywhere, clouding Rohan’s thoughts as they kissed and writhed against each other.
The moon was high in the sky, casting a beam through the window onto the artist’s creamy skin, begging to be touched. Josuke kissed down his naked chest as Rohan’s scent flooded his mind, making his cock heavy with need. Finally at his destination, Josuke mouths at Rohan’s pretty cock, sucking the weeping head into his hot mouth, precum rolling over his tongue like ambrosia. The artist’s musk roused an uncontrollable hunger within him as he suppressed a groan, the vibrations causing Rohan to squirm.
Glancing up, Josuke relaxed his jaw and took Rohan to the hilt, watching the artist gasp and scrunch up his face. A gentle suck made Rohan’s knees bend up towards his chest, putting himself on full display for the Joestar. Josuke swallows reflexively, throat fluttering around Rohan’s sensitive head, making the artist clench his teeth in an attempt to suppress any sound that might escape.
Taking his dick out of his mouth with a pop, Josuke trails to Rohan’s balls, sucking and kissing them gently as he listens to the artist’s heavy breaths. Dropping even further, Josuke grips the other teen’s legs and pushes them towards his chest, effectively presenting Rohan’s cute little hole for him to devour.
He licks the pucker softly, once, gauging the artist’s reaction.
A shudder. “Do that again,” Rohan demands breathlessly.
Josuke’s mouth flooded with saliva as he licked across his entrance once, twice, then dipped his tongue to breach the hole. Rohan’s hips relaxed under him as he continued, sucking and kissing the rim like it was his mouth. Sliding his tongue into his cavern with a euphoric groan, he felt Rohan’s walls flutter, musk filling his nostrils as he tongue-fucked the artist.
He brings two fingers to his mouth, coating them with saliva before slipping them into the now loosened hole of his lover. Rohan let out a squeak as Josuke’s fingers slid home, pulling his knees further towards his chest. Scissoring them a bit, the Joestar couldn’t take his eyes off Rohan’s reactions, watching his face contort to that of pure pleasure.
“Fuck me already,” Rohan breathed quietly, shattering the silence of the room.
Josuke smirked and crawled back up to the artist’s face, kissing his forehead before leaning over to grab the lube he hid under his mattress. Slicking himself up, Josuke lined the head of his cock up with Rohan’s now loosened hole and pressed in lightly. The artist immediately tenses up with a gasp, hands gripping Josuke’s strong arms to ground him.
“Relax,” the Joestar breathed, kissing Rohan softly as he slid in a bit further. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
Rohan obeyed, closing his eyes as Josuke kissed him softly.
“Now let it out slowly,” the Joestar whispered as the artist exhaled, pushing further into Rohan’s cavern until he bottomed out, breaching every barrier inside him. The whites of Rohan’s eyes sparkled in the moonlight as his jaw went slack, trying desperately not to scream, least Josuke’s mother hear them. The Joestar put his hand over Rohan’s mouth, effectively stifling any moans that might have been released.
Rohan felt high .
Through blurry vision, Rohan looked up at Josuke, watching his brow furrow as he also tried to stifle his moans. Reality shattered as his cavern was stretched wide, wider than any of his toys dared to go. Rohan’s spine was tingling, hips heavy with lust, cock already leaking drops of warm precum onto his naked stomach.
Seated deep inside, Josuke ground his hips against the artist’s, rocking gently as he let him adjust to the intrusion. The Joestar removed his hand from Rohan’s mouth and replaced it with his lips, panting into his mouth, kissing lightly and swapping oxygen.
As the burn subsided, Rohan started rocking his hips into Josuke’s as his prostate was teased. Josuke picks up the pace, now thrusting with a rhythm into the tight heat threatening to swallow him whole. He was getting more confident as time went on. In reality, neither one of them knew what they were doing, but Josuke certainly didn’t want to look stupid. Rohan wasn’t the type to not tell him if he was doing something wrong, and judging by the artist’s squirms and heavy breathing, he must be doing something right.
Josuke assumed a rigorous pace, enjoying the fluttering of Rohan’s walls with each push and pull of his tight cavern, gasps spilling out of his kissable lips.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.
“Fuck,” they both whispered as they listened to the bed creak with every plunge of Josuke’s cock. The Joestar’s thrusts came to a lul as they both racked their brains on how to continue without making so much noise.
“Pull out. I have an idea,” Rohan whispers and shoves his hand against Josuke’s chest. The artist moves to the floor on his knees, chest flush with the cold hardwood, ass out on full display. He shakes his hips a bit as an invitation, looking back at Josuke’s reaction.
“ Fuck ,” Josuke curses under his breath as he hops off the bed and kneels on the floor with the other teen. Resuming his position, Josuke grips the artist’s hips tightly before roughly shoving his cock back inside the red hole, goring his lover with delirious viciousness. His body seemed to know exactly what to do, even if his mind did not.
A calloused hand trails down Rohan’s back, pinning him to the ground as the other ensnares his hips in a death grip. This position directly stimulates his prostate, and as Josuke assumed a brutal pace, he felt the all too familiar feeling bubbling in his gut, pulling a soft whine from kiss-bitten lips.
“Shut up,” Josuke commanded.
Rohan clenches his jaw in a failed attempt to keep himself quiet, but the constant slam of Josuke’s cock against his sweet spot made him want to scream. It felt so good , better than he ever had with his various toys. It felt real. He willed his hips to relax against the onslaught of pounding he was receiving, only for that to make Josuke’s cock slide even deeper in his guts. Rohan’s jaw went slack, drool starting to pool onto the hardwood that his face was held roughly against as he was brutally fucked.
Josuke’s hand slid to his open lips, pushing two fingers inside and sliding them against his tongue, prompting Rohan to suck delicately as both ends were assaulted by the Joestar. After a particularly hard thrust to his prostate, the artist felt a gush of liquid squirt from the tip of his neglected cock onto the hardwood, causing a deep full volume moan to spill from his stuffed mouth. Josuke doesn’t slow down, only going to speed up his thrusts, prickling Rohan’s spine with electricity and bruising his hips.
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up,” the Joestar growled quietly.
“Goddamn it Josuke, I cant fucking help it,” Rohan bites back with a mouth full of fingers, trying to find purchase on the floor to brace himself against Josuke’s punishing pace.
Josuke suddenly wraps his arm around Rohan’s chest, pulling him up so they are both upright on their knees, back to chest. His arm threads around the artist’s neck, ensnaring him with his muscles and effectively trapping him against the Joestar’s chest. Josuke’s strong arms flex, tightening the hold around his throat, slightly cutting off air. Tears bloomed in Rohan’s eyes as his prostate was once again abused brutally, his hole stretched impossibly wide on Josuke’s heavy dick seated deep in his guts.
Mind fuzzy and brain blank, Rohan drops his inhibitions and moans freely as another thrust makes his cock leak like a faucet onto the floor, the tip throbbing, desperate for attention.
Josuke’s arm tightens around his throat, causing his moans to choke. “ Shut the fuck up, Rohan, ” he growls into the artist’s ear, low and demanding.
Rohan’s visceral reaction to Josuke bossing him around was embarrassing. Tears ran down his face as his eyes squeezed shut, precum gushing down his leg and pooling on the hardwood, hole tightening and fluttering around the intrusion. Josuke choking him slightly had him feeling extremely masochistic, desperately wanting the Joestar to cause more pain than pleasure. Just the idea has his whole body trembling as he is cleaved in half with Josuke’s deliciously thick cock.
“ More, tighter, ” Rohan breathes, ignoring Josuke’s command to keep quiet. Josuke tightens his arm around the artist’s throat, cutting off his gasping moans with his bicep and forearm, while his other hand clasped roughly over Rohan’s mouth, effectively silencing him completely with a headlock.
“ You don’t fucking listen, you little brat ,” the Joestar grunted in Rohan’s ear, causing his hole to clench with need. He was so close, his whole body shaking as his cock squirted the occasional glob of precum with each thrust Josuke assaulted him with.
Josuke peeked over Rohan’s shoulder to watch his cute cock leak with every other slam, watching the viscous liquid run down his balls, dripping onto the floor. He felt the artist’s whole body start to tremble in his grasp, his hole fluttering wildly with each deep plunge. He used his classmate like a tool for carnal pleasure, fucking into him wildly.
After an unforgiving, violent thrust, Rohan orgasms with a muffled groan, his cock pulsing violently as he came untouched. Stream after stream of white squirted from his neglected dick, landing on his waist and thighs. Josuke paused his thrusts to enjoy the clenching of Rohan’s plush walls as he fell over the edge, thinking of anything to not cum just yet.
As Rohan came to, Josuke released him from the headlock gently, keeping hands on his chest to keep him from falling over while he slid out of his hole with a squelch.
“You are cute when you cum,” the Joestar mused quietly as Rohan panted, attempting to catch the breath that was stolen.
Relaxing back against Josuke’s chest, Rohan whispers, “Did you cum?”
“Not yet.”
“Keep going then. I want it inside.”
Josuke’s pride swells at the thought of coming inside the other teen, reveling in the idea that he wanted it. Grabbing Rohan’s hips, he helps him onto his back on the ground, pushing his knees towards his chest, showing off his slightly gaping hole, watching it wink closed with depravity. The sight of it brought Josuke to his knees, figuratively, as he couldn't help but place a quick kiss and lick to the rim.
Letting his tongue warm the sweaty skin of the artist, he laps up all Rohan’s cum, collecting it in his mouth and spits it back into his hand. Slicking his cock up with cum, Josuke slips inside once more, bottoming out slowly to watch emotions run across his lover's face as his hole was split wide once more with his own cum as lube.
Josuke fucks him slowly, deeply, kissing him all the while. He slides his hands up the artist's thighs, gripping behind his knee and pushing them towards his shoulders, bending him in half. Putting Rohan’s knees in the crook of his arm, he pulled the artist flush against him as he resumed a bruising pace.
Heavy pants and the slap of skin on skin breaks the deep silence of his room. Rohan’s whimpers, though muffled by Josuke's lips, still sound extremely loud to the Joestar.
“If we get caught, you owe me bigtime,” Josuke breathes into the artist’s mouth.
Rohan just whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent thought with all the pleasure muddling his brain. His hole was now completely gaping, something he had tried to do himself but failed. He wasn’t sure why he wanted it. It seemed to be a carnal need, the need to be completely stretched and fucked till his body was molded around his lover. The deafening squealch of Josuke’s cock fucking him with his own cum richoched off the walls of the tiny bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was going to piss or cum (or both) as Josuke annihilated his hole repeatedly.
Josuke felt him tightening, signaling he was close.
“Gonna cum again?”
Rohan just gasps as his eyes roll, back arching and dick throbbing as he crashes into his second orgasm of the night without warning. Clear liquid spurted out of his oversensative cock, onto both of their stomachs. The second orgasm had Rohan completely speechless, quiet as his whole body trembled. Josuke felt his hole pulsing, mimicking a sucking motion that was bringing him to the brink, fast.
“Fuck, I-” Josuke manages to gasp quietly as a warning before spilling into his classmate’s abused hole. Slowing down his thrusts, he sits up slightly, watching as Rohan continues to tremble through his prolonged orgasm. He sits back, pushes the artist’s knees to his ears and watches his still throbbig cock slowly fuck Rohan’s puffy entrance, both of their cum mixing, squelching out and dripping onto the floor.
“You good?” Josuke asks as he notices Rohan's still trembling body. The artist gives a weak thumbs up before starting to relax his fucked out muscles. He pulls his cock slowly out of the tight embrace of his classmate, watching as the puffy hole failed to return to normal, gaping widely, dripping with sticky white.
“Good god,” Rohan breathes as he reaches down to touch where Josuke previously was, feeling curiously with his shaky fingers. “You really-”
“Yeah..” Josuke cut him off, the only sound in the room being their heavy breathing.
He was suddenly nervous, hyperaware and flooded with endorphins. “Do you need anything? Water? Food? What can I get you?” Josuke’s mouth ran like a motor, his anxiety coming out in the cracks in his voice. He needed to take care of Rohan, had a weird instinct to comfort, though Rohan didn’t seem to need it.
Rohan laughed as quietly as he could, “I need to piss. Can you help me up?” Josuke immediately jumped to his aid, helping his classmate, whom he just fucked the brains out of, stand on unstable legs. The artist felt a rush of warm liquid run down his leg.
“Shit, we really made a mess,” Rohan breathed as he gripped Josuke’s shoulders for support. Their eyes met, and suddenly they were both bumbling teens again, awkward and naive.
“Uh, can I have a towel?” Rohan asks stiffly, face flushed. The Joestar scrambled into his dirty laundry, pulling out a questionably clean towel and hastily shoving it towards the artist. “Thanks,” he whispered in return, stumbling lightly out into the hall to the bathroom. He stops abruptly before completely out the door, looking both ways to double check Josuke’s mother wasn’t awake. Once the coast was clear, he tiptoed into the bathroom to clean up.
Josuke sat, naked and stunned, on his messy bed. He didn’t know what to think. They just had sex. He just lost his virginity. He just took Kishibe’s virginity. What the hell was he thinking? What were the implications of this? Were they a thing now? Did Rohan even want that? Did he even want that?
The Joestar sat in silence, staring at the puddle on the floor of their fluids, brain swimming with existential questions fueled by a sudden feeling of sobriety. The artist tiptoed back in, depositing the towel he was gifted back into the dirty clothes.
“If I spend the night, would your mom know? I think I can wake up early and sneak out. I’m really tired, I genuinely don't think I could walk- wait what's wrong?” Rohan’s thought breaks off as he sees Josuke frozen wide-eyed and staring into space. He doesn’t respond, so he goes and lightly shakes the Joestar’s shoulder. “Dude, what's wrong?”
Josuke looks up at him, eyes red and strained, almost teary, “Was what we did ok? Did you enjoy yourself? Di-”
“Josuke.”
Rohan sat beside him, both naked as the day they were born. “I had a great time and I am glad we did that together. I would be delighted if we can do that more often, actually,” Rohan mused outwardly, feeling extremely awkward expressing his feelings so cordially to the guy that was just three feet deep in his asshole.
“Did you have a good time? Are you having regrets?” Rohan asked forwardly. He really didn’t want to go down that route, but better now than never.
“God no. I would give the world to do that to you just one more time,” Josuke smirked back, completely snapping out of his worried expression. “I just wanted to check.”
“Well, good.” Rohan countered, not sure what else to say.
“Good.”
“Good.” Rohan teased again, enjoying their banter.
“Good,” Josuke smirked back, tackling the artist to the bed and pulling him under the covers. “To answer your question, my mom wakes up around 8 so you can sneak out before then and I’ll see you at school.”
“Shit, I forgot we had class tomorrow,” Rohan groaned. “I have a horrible case of senioritis I cannot go,” he expressed, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Even if I’m there?” Josuke moved to cuddle him, kissing up his shoulders and up his neck.
“Hmm, maybe I’m not that contagious. I might just be able to manage,” the artist teased, getting comfortable in Josuke’s warm, albeit sweaty, embrace.
Josuke just hummed, exhaustion creeping up quickly and encompassing them both. They both decided to leave their existential questions for another day as a pleasant dreamscape beaconed their content minds.