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Rohan’s microwave blowing up was like a period at the end of the world’s longest, shittiest sentence. As if his flat tire, sick dog, and leaky faucet weren’t bad enough, now he couldn’t even make himself a quick dinner. He waved away the smoke from the infernal appliance, glaring at the still-cold microwave meal stuck inside. He could see the stupid smiling mascot on the label through the haze, and he felt like he was being mocked.
Bakin whined from where he was curled up in the living room, and Rohan allowed himself a solid three seconds of pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes before he went to go see what was bothering his puppy. He’d been limping all day, and Rohan had thought it’d be fine to just lay him down, but now he wasn’t eating. He was sure if he brought Bakin to Tonio, the chef could use Pearl Jam to help him, but Tonio couldn’t fix his dog and his tire and the faucet and now, on top of it all, his busted microwave.
No, there was only one person who could, and it happened to be the last person on earth he wanted to talk to right now. Rohan pet Bakin a few more times, tried to coax a bit of food into his mouth, but when he refused again Rohan had to throw in the towel. Not for himself, but for his dog. That was it.
He stood up and went to his phone, drumming his fingers against the table it was sitting on before dialing his least favorite number. It wasn’t always his least favorite number, but now it was, because as soon as he heard the voice on the other end, he could add a fifth problem to his horrible day: guilt. And Kishibe Rohan was not someone who should ever feel guilty.
“Higashikata residence,” Josuke answered, his tone a little dour. Rohan felt his eye twitch.
“It’s me.” He sounded his syllables out carefully, not wanting to excite him too much— which was a lost cause already, because Josuke gasped sharply as soon as he recognized his voice.
“Rohan! I thought you said we couldn’t hang out today! Did your schedule clear up?” Rohan could practically hear a tail thumping on the other end. Josuke was… well, he was too much on the best days, and apparently, regretfully useful on the worst ones. And that just added another damn thing to Rohan’s list, because the almost due manga panels he’d ruined their date night for were still sitting unfinished on his desk upstairs.
For lack of a better expletive, fuck.
“No. In fact, it’s worse than it was before,” Rohan grumbled. He’d meant to sharply command his boyfriend to come over and fix it and then leave, but instead he found himself pacing angrily and recounting the entire awful day to him. Josuke listened with rapt attention.
“So, let me get this straight,” he said once Rohan’s tirade was over. “You need a vet, a mechanic, a plumber, a repair guy, and probably an assistant?”
“Yes,” Rohan sighed with his entire body. “I’m glad you can see how awful my day has been. And since you can be five in one with your stupid Stand, I need you to get over here.” A pause. “Please.”
Rohan expected a lot of retorts, the first of which he could already hear: ‘the great Kishibe Rohan, begging me ?’ Or maybe: ‘what’s in it for me?’ Or, the ever-typical: ‘Crazy Diamond gets paid by the task, not the hour, you know.’
But instead, to his surprise and instant suspicion, Josuke only said “alright, I’ll be right there, Ro” before hanging up. Rohan narrowed his eyes, but he already knew calling back wasn’t going to do much. He went back to the living room to sit and stew with Bakin, petting him to try and soothe some of his whimpering.
When Josuke had said he’d be right over, Rohan hadn’t actually believed him, so he was more than a little surprised to hear a knock on his door only 15 minutes later. He scratched behind Bakin’s ears to calm him, and then got up to see if it was really Josuke or if he was about to have another problem on his hands.
Rohan opened the door, and two things were immediately apparent: one, Josuke had brought a concerningly large and clearly stuffed duffel bag along with him, and two, instead of his usual clothes he was wearing… a doctor’s outfit? Josuke had shown up wearing neat white slacks, a button up with a pink, paw-print patterned tie, and a lab coat. It was very different from both the punk’s uniform Rohan had met him in and the casual clothes he wore now that he’d graduated. Josuke looked good. Suspiciously good.
“What are you doing.”
“You called for a vet, didn’t you?” Josuke hit him with that eager grin Rohan could only either fall for or look away from, and look away he did.
“Among other things,” he replied archly, stepping back from the door, “but that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Baby.” Josuke stepped inside, his voice soft and his touch softer as he reached down and turned Rohan back by his chin to face him. Rohan wanted to raise his hackles at the concern he saw in the knit of Josuke’s brow— he wasn’t a child , he didn’t need to be comforted or coddled— but instead he let Josuke kiss him gently and smooth his aggravation away. When he pulled back, Josuke was grinning again, and he couldn’t turn away from it fast enough. “Just relax and let me handle things for a while. Where’s Bakin?”
“Living room,” Rohan muttered with some sense of defeat. He knew he had to shuffle Josuke around and kick him back out as quickly as possible, but it really had been too long since they’d had a moment together, and as much as Rohan loved his work he was genuinely aggravated he’d had to cancel their plans for a surprise deadline. He wanted him to stay close. Like he could read his innermost thoughts, Josuke kissed him again before straightening his coat out and going off to see his patient.
Rohan shut the door behind him and crossed his arms, following behind. As soon as Bakin came into sight, Josuke practically teleported to his side, Crazy Diamond catching the duffel bag as Josuke dropped it in favor of petting the still pathetically whining puppy. Rohan glanced up at Crazy Diamond, who stared back at him impassively while Josuke doted upon Bakin, and was definitely not being used to heal his dog the way Rohan had called Josuke over for.
“Josuke.” Rohan narrowed his eyes when his boyfriend turned back to look at him, an innocent, confused look on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing, or more important what he wasn’t doing, and Rohan didn’t have time to wait around for Josuke to get back on task. “Heal him already.”
“What did I say? Let me handle it, Ro.” Josuke beamed up at him with a completely unrepentant grin, then went right back to scratching Bakin’s belly. He at least seemed happier with Josuke’s attentions. “Now, how is my little patient feeling?”
Bakin barked back excitedly, kicking three of his four legs in the air. Josuke continued to pet him, but Rohan noticed he’d finally commanded Crazy Diamond into action. His Stand set the bag down and came around to gently take Bakin’s lame leg. His fingers glowed yellow, and Rohan couldn’t help the short, angry noise that left him at the sight of a thorn wiggling free from the depths of his paw pads.
“That was it?” He looked on incredulously as Bakin jumped right up once the thorn was out, practically running in circles around Josuke. When he nudged the neglected bowl of food, Bakin dug into it with glee, and Rohan had to throw his hands up in the air. Here he was thinking his puppy might be fucking dying , and all he had wrong with him was a hurt paw?!
“Yep. He’s alright, just a little dramatic. Wonder where he gets it from.” Josuke dodged expertly when Rohan swiped at his head, laughing at Rohan’s expression when he missed. He stood up and straightened his lab coat out, and Rohan felt his fingers itching to sketch. No, no— no matter how good he looked, Rohan had to focus. “What’s next?”
“The tire.” If Josuke could just fix his tire, at least Rohan could grab dinner as an excuse to leave. He could have just walked out, of course, but that didn’t have the same flair. Plus, he’d be able to feel Josuke’s pitiful gaze on him for longer on foot. Rohan started walking toward the garage, but was stopped by a tug on his suspenders.
“Just a minute and I’ll be right there.” Josuke pressed a kiss to the crook of Rohan’s neck, silencing any scathing remark he could have let out, and Rohan waited with his arms crossed and his foot tapping as Josuke ducked into the bathroom. He felt almost cartoonishly pent up. He knew what Josuke was doing, but he couldn’t let him con Rohan into anything. He had to be the more mature one and resist his charms, which was really hard to do when Josuke came back into the living room.
He had traded out his cobbled together vet’s outfit for an actual mechanic’s jumpsuit. It was grey and stained, but most important he’d unbuttoned the top section completely and tied it around his waist, leaving a plain white t-shirt to show off all his damn muscles. Rohan stared at him, more than a little appreciatively, and then couldn’t help but laugh behind his hand. He had a feeling he knew what else was in the duffel bag.
Josuke, however, didn’t get worked up or embarrassed the way he might have when he was younger. Instead, he tugged Rohan’s fingers away from his mouth with a soft smile and pressed his lips to his knuckles. Despite himself, Rohan felt some tension go out of his shoulders, and was more than happy to stay a step behind as Josuke led him to his own garage.
His lovely scarlet Nissan 300ZX sat sadly in the dark, listing toward one corner. Rohan had walked in planning to run errands (to one of the tires being completely flat, meaning there was a hole somewhere, and by the time he’d discovered it he’d been too fed up with the concept of being an adult to call for a tow. Josuke flicked the light on and made a discouraging sound at the sight of Rohan’s wounded car.
“Don’t tell me Crazy Diamond can’t handle it,” Rohan muttered, but he soon saw the posturing for what it was. Josuke slung his fingers through his belt loops, flexing a little as he moseyed on over to the offending tire and giving Rohan a long look at his back muscles. Of which there were many. Heat shot straight down between Rohan’s legs and he had to take a sharp, deep inhale. Josuke knew what he was doing, if the slow way he rolled his shoulder before squatting down by the tire was any indication, and with the way he glanced up at Rohan, he knew what he was doing to the artist’s barely hanging on composure.
“Nahhhh, it’ll be a quick fix.” Josuke let his syllables drag out, dropping his register to something like a country drawl. Rohan couldn’t help but cock his hips to one side and rest his hand on it, raising one eyebrow testily.
“If it’s so quick, then why isn’t it done?” Josuke rose from where he was examining the tire, leaving Crazy Diamond squatting next to it like an echo of himself. He sauntered over and leaned down slightly, his grin too leery to be trustworthy.
“Because, baby, I can tell you’re going to try and clear out as soon as I’m done with this, and didn’t you say you had work to do?” Josuke reached into his pockets, and Rohan was too focused on the thrill of Josuke touching him so intimately, of the brush of his hands on his thighs through the thin material of his pockets, that he didn’t realize the brat had hooked his fingers around his key ring and stolen it right out. Josuke was gone as quick as he’d walked over, with a golden glow Crazy Diamond was repairing his tire, and Rohan was left stunned with irritation.
Rohan had been worried with it being flat for so long, Josuke’s Stand wouldn’t be able to get the air back in, but his Nissan righting itself before his eyes seemed to be confirmation that everything was going alright. Josuke whistled and walked over, dodging when Rohan tried to snatch his keys back from him, and Rohan rewarded him with a colorful strand of swears.
“Leaky faucet next?” Josuke strolled right on by like Rohan wasn’t trying to claw his eyes out, and he angrily appreciated his boyfriend’s stupid muscles while they walked back inside. He flicked the light off and shut the door, narrowing his eyes when Josuke skipped the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen, where the busted sink in question was.
“No costume change this time?” Rohan couldn’t help but quip, but all confidence was erased when Josuke locked his fingers and stretched his arms above his head. That t-shirt was leaving nothing to the imagination. In fact, he was sure it was purposefully a size too small. His fingers were itching again, but his sketchbook was upstairs, and if he made Josuke stay and hold still while he drew him, they wouldn’t get anything done.
“Mm… no,” Josuke said after a pause, which was intentional given the wattage of his smile. “The whole ‘plumber’s crack’ thing didn’t seem like a good look, and besides, I knew you’d like this.”
Before Rohan can ask what exactly ‘this’ is, Crazy Diamond opens the cupboard beneath the sink and slams his fist into the pipes. It was violent but effective, which Rohan knew from paying more attention to Josuke than he should, but before the pipes reformed a spray of water hit Josuke across the front.
And, when he stood up and turned around, the already too-tight t-shirt was soaked through, showing Rohan absolutely everything. He inhaled sharply through his nose, trying to remember breathing exercises, trying to remember what those even were, which was fucking impossible when confronted with the sight of his boyfriend, glistening, grinning, knowing exactly what he’d just done to Rohan’s head. His knees practically quivered with the need to hit the floor, and at his core Rohan felt ridiculous. His problems were being solved one by one, so why did he still feel exhausted yet incorrigibly horny?
Josuke was still standing there grinning, which snapped Rohan back to reality. He marched right over and fisted the hemline of Josuke’s shirt, yanking it up over his head, and Josuke just tilted his head while Rohan tore it off. He could feel Josuke’s muscles beneath his fingers, could feel some kind of restraint, but he didn’t know why. It was obvious that Josuke had come over with the intent of teasing him into some kind of sexcapade to make up for their canceled date, and wasn’t this it? So why was Josuke catching his fingers before he could pants his boyfriend and bringing them up to be steady on his chest?!
“You seem a little hot, sensei,” Josuke mused, and Rohan felt like he was going to pass out or explode from the pure need running through him. The way Josuke lowered his voice when he called him that, the way he angled his hips like he was getting ready to brace himself to pick Rohan up— he knew what he was doing. What he was setting up. What Rohan could not fathom was why Josuke thought he was going to refuse him in that moment, when he could see how Rohan was ready to literally tear his clothes off, until: “aren’t you forgetting about the microwave?”
“I,” Rohan said with some measure of finality, “am going to fucking kill you.” His hands darted for his waistband again and Josuke caught them, easy as ever, pinning them to Rohan’s sides. There was some concern in his face, and he couldn’t tell if it was mock or genuine. Rohan didn’t care about a damn microwave or whatever game Josuke was playing. He was tired, he wanted to forget about his deadline, and he wanted to get fucked. “I don’t give a shit about the microwave.”
“But you haven’t eaten,” Josuke said, and Rohan could have screamed. Morioh’s protector’s bleeding damn heart, could he have been imagining all of Josuke’s signs through the haze of his own want? Rohan quit struggling, but his glare stayed strong.
“I don’t care about eating, Josuke. I have fasted many times before, and missing one meal won’t kill me.” But not getting Josuke’s dick inside him might, and at this point Rohan was willing to bet money on it, no matter how sore that subject was for them.
“Let me get something for you,” Josuke pleaded, a whine edging into his voice. Rohan bared his teeth, ready to shoot back a nasty, needy reply when Josuke silenced him with his mouth. He tentatively let go of Rohan’s wrists, and the bit of tongue he’d slipped in was enough to satiate him long enough for Josuke to get a word in. “Just one thing, and then I’ll be back to give you what you need, baby. Promise.”
Rohan narrowed his eyes, did a small calculation inside his head, and let Josuke go. His boyfriend paused for a second, like he expected Rohan to pull a dirty trick (which, to be fair, was not quite above him at the moment), but when Rohan stayed still he ducked out into the hallway again.
Rohan heard that duffel bag drag as Josuke picked it off the floor and walked back off to the bathroom with it, and he knew his calculation had been correct. That bag was too full for only a couple outfits, which meant Josuke was only being a damn tease because he had something else planned. It better have been something good.
The silence stretched on for slightly too long, and Rohan began to pace, glaring every so often at his busted microwave. He was about to make his way down to the bathroom and see what the hell was taking Josuke so long when he heard the doorbell ring. Bakin started to yap from the living room, tottering over to scare whoever it was away.
Rohan swore he heard a vein snap in his brain. Summoning Heaven’s Door without a second thought, he marched up to the front and flung the door open, very careful not to hit his puppy. He was ready to fight a Stand user, cuss out his editor, tell Koichi to find literally anyone else in the town of Morioh to speak to, but he was not prepared for the sight of… a pizza box.
“One large for Kishibe Rohan?” Rohan glanced up at Josuke, who had not only changed into a very corny pizza delivery outfit of a cartoon pizza t-shirt, black pants, a (tight) black vest, and a dark baseball cap with ‘Tonio’s’ emblazoned on it from who knows where, but apparently also snuck out of the bathroom window, with a goddamn box of pizza, and come around the side of the house to ring his doorbell.
Rohan couldn’t help it. He started to laugh. After everything that he’d been through since that morning, he started to laugh until it felt like his lungs were going to give out. He held his side and internally, commended Josuke for not breaking character more than a restrained shake of his shoulders as he watched Rohan cackle in front of him. He composed himself, hoping none of his neighbors had seen his very quick breakdown, though he couldn’t help but keep laughing as he looked up at his boyfriend.
“I don’t— Josuke, I don’t have any money on me,” he said as he wiped his eyes. As soon as the words left his mouth, it was like a lightbulb went off in his brain, only encouraged by the sudden, searing hunger in Josuke’s eyes. Oh. Oh!
“No money, huh?” Josuke drummed his fingers against the side of the box, his daylong grin stretching from sweet and boyish to feral and almost vicious. Rohan wanted to feel that smile everywhere, all over his body, but something captivated him to stay silent long enough for Josuke to ask, “you want me to just take this back, then?”
“No,” Rohan cried out, grabbing his wrist. Maybe it wasn’t very dignified, but he couldn’t stand drawing this scene out any longer. He needed Josuke, and he needed Josuke to stop toying with him. “I’ll pay. I just… don’t have money.”
“No?” Josuke stepped inside and with some quick motion seemed to be the one holding Rohan’s wrist instead. He set the box down haphazardly on the console table inside and kicked the door closed with his foot, his grip firm on Rohan’s arm. It turned gentle, tracing two fingers over his pulse as Josuke hummed to himself thoughtfully. “I guess… you know, if we’re billing hourly, that pizza plus the delivery and my wages wasn’t very cheap. You think that’s worth three hours? Won’t the parents be home by then?”
Parents? Rohan had been wondering, but he guessed that filled in his part of the play— the babysitter. Like Rohan could be trusted around children. Bakin barked helpfully, wagging his tail and nuzzling against their ankles. He glanced down at him and then, amazed at himself, glanced up coquettishly to play along. It was, he found, a little fun to slide into another part, to see the way Josuke’s eyes narrowed to a predator’s watch when he opened his mouth again. Rohan was very used to running the scene, but if Josuke was so adamand about taking care of everything… well, then Rohan would relax. He found the tension leaving now that he knew what was coming.
“O… okay,” he forced himself to stammer. It was unnatural, but he tried, and Josuke’s adam’s apple bobbing in response was all the reward he needed. “But we should go upstairs. We wouldn’t want the … the baby to see.” He looked down, and Bakin perked his ears up adorably. Baby, indeed.
“No, definitely not. Maybe it’s time to put him down to bed.” Josuke closed in, whispering his last words against Rohan’s neck. He clumsily found Rohan’s waistband— even now, after all these years, he could get a little too eager when it came down to the endgame— but Rohan could forgive that when he started to toy with the band of Rohan’s underwear. He was half-hard and on his way to full mast, and Rohan did not need Bakin to witness what was about to happen.
He whisked Bakin to the laundry room, setting him down in his nest of toys and pillows and propping the gate up. Josuke was wise to keep his muttered comment of “spoiled” to a volume Rohan could pretend he hadn’t heard, and he started to tug at his wrists.
“We should hurry,” Rohan said, looking up at Josuke through his eyelashes. “I don’t know when they’ll be back.” He grabbed Josuke’s hand and dragged him towards the stairs, but Josuke yanked him to the side when they passed the dining room. He didn’t understand until he saw the table, and a need filled him like nothing he’d ever known.
“Let’s not fool around, then,” Josuke murmured. Rohan let out a fake cry as Josuke pushed his chest down onto the table (perfectly clear, given he hadn’t eaten yet), and he caught the flash of Crazy Diamond in his periphery. He reached back and pinched Josuke’s thigh harshly, a silent plea to get him to hurry the fuck up, and cried out for real when Josuke spanked his ass in return.
His toes curled and his back arched, and Josuke seemed all too happy to trace his hand down Rohan’s back to the curve of his ass. He keened when he felt Josuke’s fingers press down and curve around to cup the bulge in his pants, finding it hard to not turn around, shove him to the ground, and ride him for all he was worth. He was taking forever.
“I bet,” Josuke said, his voice a little different than before, “I know why they hired you.” In one swift movement, he pushed Rohan’s suspenders off and shoved his crop top up and off, and just as quickly his fingers were back again, teasing and massaging Rohan’s chest. He moaned and pushed back, over the moon to feel Josuke hard and wanting against him, but the silence meant he wanted a response. Damn brat.
“Why?” His single syllable broke over a moan when Josuke’s hand slid back under his pants to find his hole. “I’m just a babysitter. There’s nothing special about me, they could have picked anyone.” Rohan really deserved a reward for that one, because he didn’t think those words had ever come out of his mouth in his life, and no sooner had he thought that then did he feel his pants fall down around his ankles and hear Josuke drop to his knees.
“Yeah, anyone,” Josuke echoed, his breath hot on Rohan’s thighs as he bit and licked them. Rohan squirmed, but when he tried to raise himself and snap at Josuke, a hand came down on his back and pushed him to the table. Crazy Diamond, no doubt— Josuke had always been a cheater, but he couldn’t be that mad about it when his legs were trembling and his underwear was gently slid off to reveal his hard dick and a pearl of precum bouncing off it. “But why you? Maybe because I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since you opened the door. You’re gorgeous, you know. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“My boyfriend,” Rohan blurted out, and Josuke’s mouth stilled where it was biting a mark right into the globe of his ass. He moaned loud when Josuke came to whatever decision was in his head and let his teeth slide home, his annoyingly large hands firm on the back of Rohan’s thighs.
“Boyfriend, is that right? Pretty babysitter has a boyfriend who calls you beautiful. Kinda goody-two-shoes of you,” Josuke remarked. He spread Rohan’s ass wide and teased his tongue over his hole, keeping Rohan’s hips right against the table so he couldn’t jolt back and take control, and Rohan let out a frustrated noise when Josuke stood instead of letting his tongue open Rohan up for him.
“J… please,” Rohan mumbled. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to know Josuke’s name, and he hated his brain for not offering an alternative other than begging. Josuke seemed to be satisfied, if the finger tracing his entrance was any indication. It was slick, already prepared, and Rohan wanted to be the same way. Already ready to take him, but no, he had to fucking wait. “Please,” he repeated, with a little more urgency and a lot more venom.
“You beg for your boyfriend like that?” Josuke slipped one finger in and Rohan felt his spine melt at the sensation. Usually he wasn’t so pathetic, but fuck if he didn’t need this. To be bent over and used. He resented Josuke a little for knowing just what he needed, but not as much as he hated the way this dirty tall and this scene was winding him up. If he came from the atmosphere alone, he was never going to hear the end of it. Josuke brought him back to himself by started to pump his finger in and out, and Rohan had to remember to relax.
“Never,” Rohan tried to spit out, but instead gasped wantonly. “I don’t beg.”
“No, I bet you don’t. Proud, pretty babysitter, with what, a nice boyfriend and straight A’s? All responsible and tight like a virgin?” Rohan laid his head down on the table in defeat and moaned openly as Josuke worked a second finger in, his hands steady on Rohan’s hips. “I bet you don’t have to beg. I bet you let him do what he wants, and then you roll over and wish someone would do what you really want them to. Use you like a piece of meat, bend you over and treat you like a whore. Why else do you think I put you on the table? Weren’t you just waiting for me to come take care of you?”
Rohan screamed as Josuke’s fingers curled down and found his sweet spot, nearly climaxing then and there. Fuck… fuck, this man was too good. He moaned and started to rock back on his fingers what little he could, and when Josuke unexpectedly let him go and he buried those fingers in himself to the knuckle, Rohan could have fainted. But he needed to be full, even more, so full he forgot about everything else.
“Fucking need more,” Rohan growled instead of answering. Josuke laughed hot against his shoulder, kissing it as an apology as he pushed his third and final finger in. Rohan had been fucked enough times at this point to know Josuke had a goddamn pattern, and he could have shaken his fist at the sky. He was not a person anymore, not an artist or a babysitter or whatever human mask he wanted to put on. He was an incarnation of lust and desire and he intended to get his fill before another minute passed. “Don’t. Need it. Just fuck me. Now.”
“That’s what I thought. Showing your true colors, little slut. I think it’s great.” Josuke spanked his ass again and Rohan slammed his first against the table to cover up his obscenely loud moan. Before he could throw too much of a tantrum, Josuke pulled his fingers out and replaced their weight at his entrance with the head of his cock. Rohan’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head from the sensation, but something made the heat in him blossom even more.
“No condom?” Rohan peeked with Heaven’s Door— just a little bit, since it always felt odd inviting his child-sized Stand to these sorts of events— and indeed, Josuke’s cock was rock hard, throbbing, and perfectly, completely bare where he’d lined up with Rohan’s ass. He bit his lip when Josuke threaded his fingers through Rohan’s hair, his jagged headband slipping slightly.
“No,” Josuke said. His voice sounded the most normal it had since they’d started, but that disappeared as he leaned forward, pushing the head of his cock right past his ring of muscles. “I want to see my cum dripping out of you when I’m done with you. And I want to imagine the look on your face when they come home and wonder what the pretty babysitter must have sat in to get something all over his legs.”
“Want to get your money’s worth, then?” Rohan’s retort was breathless, but the shudder from Josuke was enough to know it landed. He rested his other hand on the small of Rohan’s back, holding him down as he snapped his hips forward right to the hilt. Rohan couldn’t help but scream, both from the instant pleasure and the bliss of relief. Josuke fucking belonged inside him. He never wanted him to leave.
“You’re always worth it, Ro.” Josuke kissed Rohan right under his ear and then pulled back. His little break in character was smoothed over by the rough pace he set for himself, filling Rohan as quickly as he left him. Rohan was already close from the build up, but Josuke’s weight and size stretching him and the heat of his breath and the feel of his teeth culminated into a hard, quick, dirty orgasm for Rohan.
Cum splashed on the floor beneath the table and Rohan felt his climax in every cell of his body. He knew he tightened up hard from the way Josuke swore, but he couldn’t care less. If he was keeping rank, it might have been the hardest he’d ever cum in his life. He fell boneless against the table, only held in place by Josuke’s hand on his hip and in his hair and the not insignificant weight of his cock still buried in Rohan’s ass. He felt, perfectly, completely, and brainlessly, just like the whore Josuke had said he was.
It was pure bliss.
Josuke pulled out and easily turned Rohan onto his back. Rohan looked up at him, his stomach tightening at the sight of Josuke’s flushed and incredibly aroused face. His cock was still hard between his legs, but Rohan recognize that look through the haze for what it was— Josuke had taken care of Rohan, so he thought they were done there, and he’d be more than happy to ignore himself and clean Rohan up. But Rohan wasn’t done yet.
He spread his legs and, though he had no idea how he managed to even move, reached down to present his gaping ass for Josuke. Rohan didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed, the war inside himself raging strong. His lovely boyfriend did always call him gorgeous, always treat him with care. He must have pushed himself to talk dirty like that and use Rohan so thoroughly, and was more than happy to retreat back to what he knew.
Rohan stretched his legs out and hooked them around Josuke’s waist, bringing him back in. He was sure he looked the image of debauchery, panting and red and clearly well-fucked, and he was using every bit of it to make sure Josuke saw this role out.
“I thought you said you were going to make a mess of me?” Rohan arched his back when he felt Josuke’s hard cock slide against his own, albeit softer and softening. He let out a moan, a little forced, but he could see Josuke just needed a push. Maybe it was a little mean, but Rohan knew what it was.
He reached down between them and lined them up again, shuddering at the way the head of Josuke’s cock felt against him now that he was overstimulated and still vibrating from his first orgasm. Rohan glanced up at his boyfriend with slightly lidded eyes, teasing his bottom lip with his teeth to get Josuke’s attention on his lip before he spoke again.
“Fuck me good and cum inside me, and you can stay after,” he promised. “Stay with me.”
Josuke had never entered him so swiftly, like the best punch to his gut Rohan had ever felt. He fell back against the table and clawed and screamed as Josuke filled him again and again. He was more purposeful this time, rolling his hips so Rohan didn’t miss out on a single centimeter of him. Rohan began to harden almost against his will, his brain feeling too hazy from the last time he came to be ready for it again, but he couldn’t help the way Josuke made him feel. To his core, he was a messy slut, and he fucking loved when Josuke made him feel like one.
Josuke’s hand moved from being steady on Rohan’s hip to closing a fist around his cock, and Rohan jerked with a startled gasp. His skin already felt electrified, he could barely handle the way Josuke’s palm around him felt. He was going to cum again, and he started to squirm to try and fight it off.
“Fuck. Fuck, Ro, stop doing that, I’m going to—!” Josuke cut himself off with a groan and just barely held on, but by the way his hips stuttered Rohan knew he wouldn’t last a second time. Using only his locked ankles around Josuke’s waist as leverage, he started to fuck himself on Josuke’s cock, angling his hips up to meet him. Josuke couldn’t speak again fast enough to get him to stop and came nearly as hard as Rohan had, his grip hard and his hips slamming harder as he buried deep inside Rohan and emptied every bit of himself out inside him. Rohan bit his lip hard, tasting copper as he came on his chest, pulsing in Josuke’s hand.
It was a wonder Josuke stayed standing, his eyes screwed up tight and his grip on the table barely hanging on. They both panted, satisfied and spent, and Rohan could have laid there for hours if he didn’t hear a panicked whining coming from the laundry room.
“Fuck!” Rohan shouted, sitting up with a start. “Bakin probably thinks I’m being murdered. There was a reason I wanted to do this upstairs! Get off of me.”
“Baby, with how loud you were, I don’t think it would have mattered.” Josuke laughed breathlessly and rubbed Rohan’s hips. But instead of letting go, he slowly slid out, unable to resist raising an eyebrow at the delicious sight of cum pooling out of Rohan’s abused ass onto the table.
“You are definitely cleaning that up,” Rohan muttered viciously, and Josuke responded with a grin so bright and energetic, one would think he hadn’t nearly blown Rohan’s back out.
“Baby,” Josuke said softly, followed by a sweet kiss, “I’ll take care of it, and I’ll take care of you. Be right back.”
Rohan laid himself back down on the table, too boneless to move as Josuke darted around the house. Damn the youth and their energy, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny he was looking forward to the pattern. Josuke would calm Bakin first, then get a warm washcloth to wipe Rohan down, and then take him off to the bath to really clean him up.
He just had to relax and let him handle things for a while. And, fuck his deadline, but that was exactly what Rohan wanted to do.