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The first night Joseph spent in Caesar's bedroom, the blond blamed it on exhaustion, and was far too tired to argue against it himself. He just let him crash in his bed, even if hands found their way around his waist before long and their bodies pressed tight together. After an exhausting few days spent on their first test from Lisa Lisa, it wasn't an entirely unwelcome feeling, Caesar finding a restful sleep in Joseph's warmth and the firmness of his body against his back. Perhaps it was the exhaustion talking, but it was actually pretty soothing, and as Joseph fell into sleep well before he did, Caesar found himself savouring the feeling for as long as his eyelids would remain open, a brief moment of relief in the midst of all the craziness his life had become. The Hell Climb pillar in particular had been so cold and awful, while Joseph's strong hands around him were tight and warm and making his eyes even heavier, until he slipped without realizing it down into slumber.
But he hadn't expected to find Joseph slump down into his bed on the second night. Or the third. Each night saw Joseph following Caesar into his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed, always finding a way to get his arm around Caesar, or to slip into his grasp instead. It was soon very apparent that it was not his bedroom, but theirs, even if Joseph had no legitimate stake to it. His bag was in there, worn and fresh clothes tossed carelessly all about the floor, and as far as Caesar could tell, he hadn't stepped foot into his own room once since they arrived at Air Supplena island, even though one had been assigned to him. It hadn't even come up idly.
It seemed wrong to point it out, given how much Caesar had come around to enjoy having Joseph in his bed. Relief after long days, warmth and something that wasn't quite affection--lacking in the intent and directness to feel like that--but which was nonetheless exactly what he needed in the secluded part of the world he did his training. Only four people aside from him and Jojo were even on the island, and given three of them were their trainers, there wasn't much in the way of warm company to go around. And whether he would admit to openly or not, there was something about the warmth and closeness that was relieving even for him, and he struggled with his choice on whether or not to bring it up.
Until one night, when it just came out. "Don't you have your own room?" Caesar asked as Joseph spread out across the bed, hitting it before he did and taking up so much space that the blond was left with nowhere to lie on his own damn bed.
"Probably, but I don't actually know where it is," was a response that Caesar should have seen coming, and which was no surprise for how oddly specific Joseph's expertise was. He was keen-eyed and could do so much, but somehow basic things seemed beyond him in ways Caesar could barely believe. "And it's been so warm here that I haven't really bothered asking."
But something was off about it, something in his voice just slightly wrong, and Caesar continued to probe. "You really sleep next to me every night because you're too embarrassed to ask someone where your room is? Suzie Q probably wouldn't tell anyone if you just asked her."
Joseph sighed, sitting up and looking directly at Caesar. He could tell that he wasn't buying his excuse, and that this probably wouldn't be easily dropped. "Okay, fine. It's the rings, alright? I don't want to be alone because I get terrified, and sleeping with you is kind of... Relaxing. I feel safer around you."
Caesar didn't know exactly what to expect as the deeper reasoning, but that certainly wasn't it. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking in surprise at Joseph. "You should have just told me. I was sitting here wondering why you were holding onto me so tight and what it meant, and all this time it was just because you were afraid."
"No, not just."
Silence followed, awkward stillness lingering as the two men looked at each other wide-eyed. Joseph hadn't meant to let that last bit spill, and Caesar had been taken by surprise by it--on top of everything else that had been said in such short a time--enough that he didn't even know where to go from there. The two exhausted Ripple users were just left staring and wondering what to do or what to say, nothing seeming appropriate all of a sudden.
Nobody was sure who initiated the kiss, although both of them put a pretty good bet on it being Joseph, not that it mattered anymore. Their hands were already at work, clumsily grabbing at clothes and trying to tug them off as they moved with less coordination than they would have liked, both of them trying to go for the top and fumbling about in the confusion of the moment. Joseph won out somehow, Caesar ending up on his back as his pants were pulled off and fingers were suddenly grabbing clumsily at his muscular rear. He accepted the position, figuring that it wasn't worth struggling and that Joseph probably needed this; if he was indeed that afraid, then Caesar needed to be as accomodating to him as possible.
His cock sat half-rigid between his parted legs, slowly rising as the fingers moved about, but as a thick digit sank into his ass fully, it sprang up to attention, immediately going completely rigid, and it was quickly seized by Joseph, who stroked it quickly as he wormed another finger in, trying to prepare him for penetration. All the while, he continued to kiss Caesar furiously, something igniting inside of him. So long spent cuddling up with the blond in their mutual exhaustion, and he'd held back his urges, but now they were out and reciprocated in a dizzying haze, and Joseph chased it eagerly, kissing him and not stopping for anything, but thankfully Caesar hardly minded, threading fingers through his hair and keeping his head there as he returned the fire.
The fingers pumped quickly in and out of his ass, spreading and scissoring as they tried to open him up, Joseph's cock rubbing against his inner thigh as it waited impatiently. Caesar's leg rubbed against it, clenching the muscles in his thigh as he ground against the erection, taunting it as he was rewarded with a twist of the fingers, making his hips rock up off the bed and thrust into the hand tightly gripping his cock. He didn't ever think much about Joseph's sexual prowess, but he was surprised to find that his touch was rather precise and experienced, which helped him settle eagerly down back onto his back as the fingers withdrew, a little choked whimper forcing its way out of his throat just on reflex. If he was about to get fucked, at least it was by someone who knew what he was doing.
Joseph sank in slowly, drawing a slow and ragged moan from Caesar that sounded out into his lips, the hold in his hair getting tighter as it pulled him in desperately close, reaching into the realms of 'too close'. Caesar's cock throbbed in his hand harder, spilling pre down all over his clenching digits as they continued to pump quickly, his hips taking care to steadily build up to matching that pace without going too fast too soon. No matter how heated the moment was, with how desperately Caesar sucked at his bottom lip and the hazy, feverish blur of emotions overwhelmed him, he wasn't going to ruin this by fucking Caesar before they were both fully readied, which meant a lot of slow strokes back and forth, burying himself to the hilt again and again inside of him without just recklessly thrusting away. Each time, he grew a little looser, a little hotter, and squirmed a little more.
Training had been long and taxing on both of them, but they found bursts of energy in each others embrace, their weary muscles given new strength and vigor the deeper and longer they kissed. Joseph was just about ready to pass out where he lay, but now his hips were moving, steadily picking up speed as he thrust into Caesar quickly, rewarded in turn with sweet squirming of the muscular blond beneath him, who simply could not stay still as he rocked between his cock and his hand, seeking the dual pleasures of both in selfish unison, even if it was impossible to press against the two opposing forces at once; his mind stopped caring, all it knew was pleasure in its tired haze, and it wanted as much of it as he could manage.
"Caesar," he grunted into his lips before pulling away, gasping as his free hand grabbed at the back of his thigh, pushing his legs back as he got carried away, suddenly fucking him frantically. His head buried itself in his neck instead, kissing and nibbling as he thrust away madly, unable to resist the heat and tightness of his rear or the thin veneer of sweat across their bodies as they pressed so firmly together. There was no way to contain themselves or their lust anymore, and they moved in sloppy concert with one another, seeking a frantic and heavy release in each others' embrace. With his lips free, Caesar groaned in response, twisting and shuddering.
Their pace hit its feverish peak, Joseph hammering into him with everything he had, drifting back up to his lips once more, unable to keep his hunger at bay any longer. Caesar's kiss had always been the lingering, haunting maybe when they slept, but now it was a vivid reality he wanted to get his fill of. His hand grew out of pace, sloppily just stroking away at him as quickly as he could, his resolve coming undone as he drew closer and closer toward orgasm. Newfound energy kept him thrusting, but his mind wasn't nearly so lucky, and though Caesar consumed his focus, he had no resolve left, and everything unraveled before him.
Once more he called Caesar's name, but this time it was as more than just an expression of pleasure. A powerful throb signalled his end, a heavy moan vibrating in Caesar's mouth as he came, sputtering thrusts pumping thick spurts of cum right into his ass, the spreading warmth finally doing Caesar in only seconds later as the pumping hand wrung every drop it could from him, pearly seed splattering down onto his stomach, lingering above the layer of sweat that covered his abs. They both shuddered, their kiss slowing down, bodies grinding to a halt as hands slid along sides before wrapping tight around the other, wanting nothing more than to hold the other as close as they could in the afterglow.
As the hazy buzz died down, they were left once more exhausted, if not more so for having burnt their second winds like that, and neither had words to say. Thankfully, they didn't have to be said. Joseph felt even warmer and safer now, not just near Caesar, but buried inside of him, knowing that the security of his closeness was now something greater, something he could throw himself into earnestly without fear of having to answer for himself. Joseph didn't know for certain if he would be able to defeat the Pillar Men and save himself before his month was over, but he did know that until then, he wasn't going to be alone.
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"It's not the time," Caesar hissed beneath his breath. They were supposed to meet Loggins in the courtyard for a sparring session, but he'd been pressed up against the wall by Joseph, who decided that more important than training was to give Caesar a post-lunch blowjob. And as much as the blond wanted to shove him away, the tight seal of his lips around his head as the hand held him tightly, both his grip and his head moving expertly along his entire length, were just too much for him to be able to resist.
Pulling his lips away, Joseph smiled. "Just one more," he said, more smugly lording the fact he had Caesar wrapped around his finger than begging for the time to suck him off again. His tongue lapped at Caesar's head, earing some droplets of pre dribbling onto his tongue, and smirking as he sank back down, knowing that 'one more' had a high chance with him of spiralling into a few more than intended.