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“We’re done for tonight, you can put your pants on, Josuke.” Rohan placed his pencil down on the wooden table. He blinked his eyes tiredly, his fingers raised towards his face to massage the bridge of his nose.
He stared down at the various sketches on the papers scattered around. They all depicted Josuke in underwear in different positions, his definite muscles flexing exaggeratedly, his plump lips curled in various expressions that went from annoyance to amusement.
Josuke was a specimen of his own, handsome from the neck down, childish on the face, but for Rohan he was the perfect model to study anatomy. It was rare to find someone who didn’t skip legs day, Rohan couldn’t pass up the opportunity, his artistic spirit begged him to draw Josuke and he wasn’t able to tell it no.
Not that it was difficult to convince Josuke. Rohan just needed to wave some cash under his nose that the boy began to follow him like a lost puppy. Rohan was almost disappointed for how easy it had been.
“Already? Last week you stayed up until four am to sketch me!” Josuke chuckled, grabbing his shaggy gym shorts. He pulled them and made sure the hem hit his waist before he cracked his neck to a side, stretching his sore muscles.
Rohan’s eyes roamed on the clock quickly. It signaled midnight. It wasn’t that late for him indeed, but he was annoyed that Josuke had pointed that out.
That brat was taking too many liberties. And he was starting to know him too much for his likings.
“I can pull an allnighter if you have so many energies.” Rohan’s lips curled into a frown, his arms tightening over his chest.
Josuke’s grin froze on his face, his eyes falling on the open window where the street lights coloured the empty streets of Morioh. He scratched his neck nervously, his tongue rolling in his mouth. “Nah, I’m good, I guess it’s nice to finish early for once.”
Rohan snorted, his foot tapping loudly on the floor. “Are you going to crash on my couch again?”
“I guess, if I can.” Josuke muttered, letting his body fall heavily on the couch. His muscles ached since Rohan wanted him to stay still in a specific position for more than thirty minutes, he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. “I’ve told my mom I wouldn’t come home tonight.”
“Don’t decide that without consulting me.” Rohan said annoyed, but his words lacked their usual bite. “Whatever… if you wake me you’re going to regret it though.”
“Rohan…” Josuke lifted his head, his eyebrows furrowed on his forehead. “You’re the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever known… you beat even Okuyasu… I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
Rohan resisted the urge to growl. He should use Heaven’s Door to make Josuke unable to say any more clever comebacks.
“ I’m going to sleep. Don’t talk, don’t watch tv, don’t be loud. Just shut up and sleep.”
Rohan turned his back to Josuke starting to walk towards his bedroom with heavy steps.
He heard a chuckle behind him.
Rohan almost bit his tongue. Was he still in time to use Heaven’s Door?
Josuke couldn’t sleep.
He tried to, he turned himself in every single position he knew. On his back, on his stomach, to the right, to the left, with his head under a pillow, but nothing worked.
He huffed in the dark before he finally decided to stand up from the couch. The street lights were strong enough to illuminate the room, the moon was hidden behind heavy clouds, but it didn’t look like it was going to rain any time soon.
Josuke stretched his limbs, his naked feet rubbing against the cold floor. They were nearly in autumn, but the air wasn’t that cold yet, the summer heat was still clinging with its humidity, it actually felt good going around without a shirt.
Josuke walked in the bathroom to take a piss, relieving his bladder in Rohan’s expensive bathroom. He was sure that the toilet seat costed more than his entire wardrobe, but he didn’t want Rohan to kick his ass if he dared to ask about it. He had learned not to do it after he made a joke about the precious ceramic plates in where Rohan had served him dinner once. If there was one thing the mangaka was good at, it was keeping grudges.
“That felt good…” Josuke hummed, turning the water on to wash his hands. He carefully rubbed the soap on his fingers, thinking how surreal the entire situation was. If someone told him he was going to spend the night in Rohan’s house at the beginning of the summer, he would have probably punched them in the face.
Josuke wiped his hands carefully on the soft towel before he stepped in the hallway again. He had all the intention of going back to bed, getting some sleep to avoid some hideous black bags under his eyes when he heard a sound coming from Rohan’s room.
He stopped suddenly and held his breath to listen. Rohan was breathing softly through his mouth, it couldn’t be called snoring, but it was loud enough to be heard in the silent house.
Josuke felt his balls tightening the more he listened to those small noises, his naked toes curling against the floor. Before he could think about it more, he found himself softly pushing Rohan’s door open and walked inside slowly, not wanting to alert the other of his presence.
It was true that Rohan had a heavy sleep, but Josuke didn’t want to push his luck.
“Fuck…” Josuke’s mouth felt suddenly dry at the sight in front of him.
Rohan was sprawled on his bed, the light blanket fallen on the floor to expose his body. He didn’t wear his usual headband around his forehead, letting his dark hair tangle on the pillow under his cheek. His skin looked so pale in the dim light of the room, the oversized crop top he was wearing had pulled up slightly while he was sleeping, resulting in one of his nipples to be exposed. It was so small and round, it got a little hard too, Josuke felt his mouth water at the thought of pressing his mouth over it.
He hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to the bed until his knees pressed on the mattress and a pang of guilt suddenly made its way in his guts. Rohan was so defenseless now, a prey ready to be eaten, with his creamy thighs rubbing against each other, wrapped in tight underwear that hugged his ass perfectly, giving Josuke a clear vision of how round and perfect it was.
His fingers twitched, he wanted to touch Rohan so bad. Temptation was whispering in Josuke’s ear all the things he could do now to him, how he wouldn’t get another chance like this to touch the person he had been feeling an attraction to since the beginning of this crazy summer.
Josuke had eyes, he had noticed how handsome Rohan looked and the mangaka knew that pretty well too by the tight clothes he always wore and the stunning makeup he did on his face. The younger boy felt his heart skip a beat every time he saw Rohan walking around, his slender body moving with a grace that, begrudging, Josuke admitted he had.
However, the more Josuke became attracted to Rohan and dreamed about his body late in the night, the more he realized the mangaka would hardly return his feelings.
After all, Rohan never failed to mention how much he despited Josuke, he told him cruel things and was brutally honest with every advice he gave. Josuke’s self-esteem grew smaller and smaller, in his heart he was sure that Rohan only offered him the model job just to torture him more. He was sure he loved seeing him try to hold a position for hours, to see him squirm on his feet while he muscles screamed at him to move and if an exhausted Josuke did, Rohan had all the time to yell at him until his lugs burned.
Josuke would never have the chance to touch Rohan as he wanted, to taste and kiss him until there was nothing left… he had started to accept it, how it was going to be a one-sided attraction.
And yet here he was.
Josuke gulped loudly, his legs moved for themselves and he pressed his knees on the bed, putting all his body weight on the mattress. He overed on Rohan’s sleeping form, his blue eyes scanning the pale body under him. It was the first time he was so close to Rohan without him screaming in his ear. Josuke could see blue veins blossom on his neck and the blonde hairs on his arms. He had never noticed them before, but they looked good on Rohan, it was almost cute.
“Shit…” Josuke whispered, his breath coming out quickly. His ears were ringing and his heart was beating so hard in his chest it hurt. Something in his mind was screaming at him to turn his body and fly out the window, to go back in the bathroom and jerk off until his fingers burned, but Josuke had become rather good at ignoring that voice.
He was already this close, surely there was no problem if he stayed there a little more, right?
Josuke curled his body forward, his hands pressing on each side of Rohan’s head. The mangaka didn’t even seem to notice Josuke’s presence, he continued to breathe regularly, his chest raising and falling at a regular pace. His eyes remained close, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks gently. They didn’t twitch, not even once, there was no proof he was going to wake up any time soon.
It gave Josuke the courage to continue.
He shifted his powerful legs, each of them straddling Rohan’s thighs. He tried to move quietly, it didn’t matter if the mangaka had a heavy sleep, Josuke didn’t want him to suddenly arouse and find him at top of him.
Josuke held his breath, his adam’s apple popping on his neck while his eyes scanned Rohan’s face. He was so pretty up close, his thin lips were parted slightly and, much to Josuke’s amusement, a small string of drool had escaped from the corner of his mouth down on the soft pillow.
Josuke gulped. His palms were getting sweaty, his heartbeat was drumming in his ears. He should walk away, stop what he was doing-
But his body wouldn’t move.
Josuke leaned his head down, his nose brushed against Rohan’s pale cheek. The mangaka didn’t twitch, he didn’t acknowledge Josuke’s presence at all - just like he always did. He continued to sleep gently, his mind fallen in whatever dream he was having.
It filled Josuke’s heart with courage, but also guilt for what he was doing. It wasn’t fair, for neither Rohan or himself, but Josuke couldn’t let this chance slip by, not when it could be the only time he would be able to touch Rohan’s beautiful body.
“F-Fuck…” Josuke lifted his hands to take Rohan’s face between his palms. He rubbed his sharp cheekbones with his thumbs, the touch was so light and gentle, but Rohan didn’t seem to notice. Josuke wondered how much he could push this.
With his heart heavy with guilt, Josuke ducked his head forward, his nose bumping against Rohan’s. Like a bee with honey, Josuke searched Rohan’s lips with his mouth until he sealed them together.
“Uh…” Josuke sighed in relief, feeling a flow of blood running directly in his dick. Rohan’s mouth was unresponsive against his, but the mere fact that Josuke was kissing him was exciting.
He pulled back for a moment, making sure Rohan was still deep asleep, before he dived down again, this time pressing his lips harder against the unmoving mouth. A groan bubbled in his throat, but Josuke did his best to suppress it as his tongue rolled down from between his teeth.
There wasn’t much room to work in, so Josuke’s fingers pressed down to rub Rohan’s chin until the other parted his lips a little more. Josuke’s tongue was able to slip past Rohan’s thin lips inside his mouth, rubbing against his teeth and focusing his attention on his inner cheeks and gums, lapping any angle he could find, burning its memory in his mind. The younger boy was enjoying the warmth and wetness, he didn’t care if Rohan wasn’t kissing back, just the fact that he could taste the mint flavour of his toothpaste made his head spin.
Josuke broke the kiss suddenly and hid his burning face against his arm. He felt like his heart was going to explode. His limbs were trembling, his eyes were wet with guilty tears. He knew he had done something very wrong, something punishable by the law, but there was no hiding that his dick was hard as a rock in his underwear, the head pushing against the soft material like it was trapped.
Josuke unconsciously licked his lips, feeling Rohan’s taste still lingering on them. A rush of lust made him arch his back, his toe curling against the sheets. Seeing how Rohan hadn’t reached at the kiss at all, made a dark thought blossom in Josuke’s mind.
How far can I take it before he wakes up?
It was a dangerous territory, he knew that, if he crossed that limit he wouldn’t be able to turn back. But… would it be really that bad? If Rohan suddenly awakened, Josuke could say he was sleepwalking or that he was so sleep deprived he thought this was the couch… Rohan was always too drowsy after waking up, he would believe that without beating an eye and return back to sleep until morning came.
Josuke was being delusional with his thoughts, he knew it very well, but he couldn’t find the strength to move away.
His hands fell down on Rohan’s naked sides, his fingertips strokes the soft skin gently. Josuke watched with full-blown eyes how goosebumps blossomed under his digits, how the flesh trembled for the slightest touch.
“Mh…” Josuke froze when he heard Rohan let out a soft moan, cold sweat suddenly forming under his armpits. He took the courage to raise his eyes but was surprised when he noticed Rohan has just moved his head a little in his sleep, his swollen lips glistening in the dim lights but the rest of his face was serene and calm.
Josuke should have taken that as a warning, instead he could feel his underwear getting damper in precum, honey like drops falling against the thin material. Josuke gulped down his drool that had formed in his mouth and moved his hands again, this time he pushed Rohan crop top up to expose both of his perky nipples. They were small and round, of a nice pink colour that created contrast on the pale skin.
Josuke breathed deeply, his head dropping forward again. The nipples had already gotten hard because of the cold air in the room, but Josuke wondered how they tasted .
He opened his mouth wide, then he wrapped his lips tightly around one of those hard nubs, sucking it gently while his eyes never left Rohan’s face. The shiver of excitement he felt when the mangaka mumbled something in his sleep couldn’t be compared to anything he had ever experienced, it made his entire body shaken.
Josuke had to drop his hand on his crotch, squeezing his tight balls and feeling them full of cum. The fear, the excitement, the guilt were all mixing together with the result of making him harder.
He rubbed his dick against his palm while he sucked loudly, his tongue caressing Rohan’s nipple roughly with violent laps. The skin was salty and impregnated with Rohan’s natural scent. It made Josuke’s mind dizzy.
“ Ah- ” Rohan suddenly moaned in his sleep, turning his head to the side, his pinkish tongue rolling on his upper lip slowly. Josuke pulled his bruised lips back, a long string of saliva connecting his mouth to Rohan’s chest.
“So pretty… shit…” Jouke could jizz in his underwear only by looking at Rohan right now. He tightened his grip on his throbbing dick, the head twitching with drops of pre-cum. His tongue was sitting heavily in his mouth as his dry throat constricted like it was choking itself.
Josuke’s eyes lowered on Rohan’s body, his intense gaze dropping on the tight, Gucci underwear that framed his ass like it was a painting. He was quick to cover his mouth to choke back a moan when he noticed a bulge in Rohan’s crotch, stretching the fabric just enough to show more of his creamy hips to him.
Josuke smiled behind his palm, his nipples flickening hard on his chest. “S-Shit… Rohan… did you like what I did to you so much…? Should have told me…”
He felt a knot in his throat after the words left him, Josuke immediately felt stupid and a heated blush covered his cheeks. He coughed embarrassed and looked away, but his dick was still throbbing between his legs, begging to be stroked, to cum until his balls were empty.
With his throat feeling dry like he hadn’t drunk in days, Josuke moved his fingers on Rohan’s underwear and slowly pulled them down to expose his cock. His nose caught his heavy scent while his eyes fell on the dick in front of him, his brain seemingly to shut down suddenly.
It was a nice one, a little longer than average with enough foreskin around the cherry red tip, curling against his stomach as a bead of glistening pre-cum was rolling down the length until it reached the small balls under the base. Rohan didn’t have any pubic hairs, he shaved them carefully so that there was no one left, making the skin look smooth and nice like one of a baby’s.
Josuke breathed deeply, his chest raising and falling quickly. He hadn’t noticed how his hands were already pulling his own underwear down his thighs, just enough for his dick to be freed from its restrains. His fingers grazed on the sensitive skin, the thumb following the prominent vein around his fat cock. Josuke shuddered, that little stimulation would be enough to make him cum, especially now, that Rohan’s naked body was in sight and his smell was filling his nostrils.
But it wasn’t enough for Josuke. Not now, not when temptation was still whispering dirty thoughts in his ear and the more he listened, the more his morals were wavering.
Josuke eyed Rohan’s ass hungrily, his teeth clenched in his mouth so tightly his jaw starting to hurt. Rohan was pretty but so stubborn and annoying when he wanted. Josuke betted he had a tight hole.
His hand left his hard dick and placed on Rohan’s ass cheeks. He spread the slowly with his fingers slick with pre-cum, shuddering at the smoothness under the pads. He held his breath as he watched Rohan’s small hole twitching, begging for Josuke’s fingers to stroke it, to feel its insides.
It was a high risk, the one he was taking, Josuke should have known better, he was crossing the line, he was going to regret taking advantage of Rohan for the rest of his life.
But his fingers couldn’t stop moving.
He didn’t have any lube with him and he didn’t dare to check if Rohan had some in the counter beside his queen size bed, the pre-cum would have to do.
Slowly, Josuke’s finger began to press against Rohan’s ass, slipping inside with much more ease than he thought it would take. Josuke blinked confused, before suddenly a flash of Rohan jerking off passed in his mind, his digits buried inside of his ass - or many a big toy Josuke was sure he had somewhere around the house - while he moaned shamelessly against the pillow, eyes closing tightly playing a fantasy only he knew, maybe calling Josuke’s name too-
Josuke’s dick throbbed again, a drop of cum rolling on the bed. He blinked away the overwhelmed tears that were threatening in the corners of his eyes, his finger completely engulfed in Rohan’s warm heat. He watched how Rohan’s skin trembled slightly, his eyebrows frowning in his sleep.
“Mh… ah… ” Rohan muttered, shifting his legs enough to make his damp underwear roll until they reached his knees. Josuke froze for a second, thinking that the older man was going to wake up, but quickly realized that Rohan was only reacting to his intrusive touch.
“Shit Rohan… you’re making this so hot.” Josuke whined, choking back the loud moan that was building in his chest. He pulled his finger back and added a second one before slipping them back, pistoning them inside a little harder this time, burning Rohan’s insides with his dry skin.
His fingers moved so easily, he scissored and rubbed them against the hot walls, ignoring the fear of being caught in the act that made his heart leap in his chest. Josuke licked his lips, tasting the rich sweat that had formed there, just before he decided to slide a third finger inside.
His movements were quick and inexperienced, but the small sounds that Rohan was letting out were pretty encouraging. He didn’t want to stop, his thrusting was getting frenetic, harsh, if Josuke wasn’t careful he was going to make Rohan so much his head would meet the hard wall behind him. And that surely wasn’t going to end up pretty.
“Are you… are you ready Rohan…? Fuck… I don’t know…” Josuke whispered, twisting his fingers one last time before he pulled his fingers back. He raised them to his face, looking how red they had become, before he opened his mouth to taste them.
He moaned lowly, the sound muffled by the pads pressing over his tongue, but the sound still echoed in the room. They didn’t have a particular taste, it wasn’t like they described it in his mom’s novel, but the mere thought that they had been up Rohan’s ass until a few moment ago was enough for Josuke’s dick to twitch interested.
Josuke closed his eyes, enjoying the flavour for a little more, then his fingers slipped out his mouth and rested on his length, his trembling hand loosening holding his hard cock in his fist.
A sob escaped his lips, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye and fell down his cheek. Josuke looked between his long eyelashes Rohan’s figure, how calm he looked while he was sleeping without noticing what the younger boy was doing to him, his usual pale cheeks coloured of a small pink, his dick dropping pre-cum on his flat stomach.
“Sorry… Rohan… I’m so sorry…” Josuke gritted his teeth, his lips trembling. He stroked his cock with fingers slicked in saliva, coating the entire length with a thin wet layer. He could feel the shame howling on the back of his neck, calling him a monster, a criminal, but Josuke was already too deep in this. He couldn’t turn back anymore.
He moved forward, spreading Rohan’s legs enough apart to worm his way between them. It was so strange, to feel Rohan’s naked skin against his, the warmth was almost too much it felt like it was burning him.
Josuke tightened his fist around his cock and guided it towards Rohan’s entrance. He bit his lower lip when he pressed the leaking head against his soft hole, pushing his pelvis forward to make room in such tight canal.
“Oh… fuck…” It was so hot, Rohan’s walls were clamping around his cock so tightly, even after Josuke had used three fingers to prepare him, he had to stop a few times before he returned to thrust inside. The young boy had to hide his face against his arm, his teeth sinking in his forearm to avoid screaming as his dick twitched like crazy in Rohan’s asshole.
The mangaka, on the other hand, kept sleeping like a baby, only his mouth moved sometimes but it was like nothing was happening at all. Josuke briefly wondered if this would count as fucking a sex doll. Except this one was a living and breathing human being he had a massive crush on.
“Fuck…” Josuke only allowed himself to whimper when his cock had fully entered inside Rohan’s body, his balls resting against his round ass while he tried to calm down his furious heartbeat. Some locks of his hair had untangled from his perfect pompadour and rested in front of his eyes, making him look much younger than he was.
It was then Josuke realized he couldn’t wait anymore.
His hands dropped on Rohan’s sides to keep him still, making sure not to sink his nails deep in the skin, then he pulled back slowly, watching how his cock came out from Rohan’s asshole inch by inch until only the head was still inside.
He began to thrust nervously, not entire sure of what he was doing - and he certainly couldn’t ask Rohan if this was good - but he could feel his guts tightening in pleasure every time he pushed all inside of Rohan’s ass, his walls wrapped around his cock tightly, almost claustrophobic.
“Mh…” Rohan whined, his toes curling against the sheet as he leaned his head to the side to expose his pale neck. Josuke resisted at the urge to duck down and suck a red bruise on his smooth skin, biting his tongue while he kept his hips moving.
“Rohan… shit… Rohan… so good…” Josuke mumbled under his breath, his eyes watching the mangaka’s sleeping face under him, his eyebrows knit together in concentration as he gave sloppy thrusts.
Wet tears were running freely down his cheeks landing on Rohan’s face and mouth, making it look like it was him who was crying. Josuke suppressed the pained moan that threatened to escape and instead decided to focus on Rohan’s dick to ease his guilt.
His long fingers caressed Rohan’s flat stomach slowly before they took his dick between them, gently wrapping his hand around it. Josuke began to stroke him at the same pace as his lazy thrusts, peeling the foreskin to expose more of Rohan’s sensitive cockhead.
Pre-cum fell between his fingers, giving Josuke the smoothness he needed to quicken his pumps, flexing his knuckles against the hard length. Josuke’s eyes fluttered close, his hips began to take speed as he lost himself in the feelings. The knots in his stomach tightened, he knew he was going to cum soon. His balls were hurting for how much jizz they had inside, it felt like they were going to explode any time soon.
“R-Rohan…” Josuke moaned, unable to hide the desperation in his voice. “S-so good… G-Going to cum… s-so much-”
He couldn’t even finish to say the last word that he felt himself spilling inside of Rohan’s ass. His eyes rolled in the back of his skull as cum spilled from the tip of his dick inside Rohan’s guts, filling him up nicely while his mind blacked out for a few seconds, basking in that delicious pleasure that filled his body.
“ Josuke…! ”
His blue eyes widened dramatically when he heard Rohan’s voice calling him. Dread made its way in his stomach, his fingers trembling at the perspective of what Rohan had planned to do to him once he realized what he had done-
But when he casted his eyes down, he was surprised to see Rohan still asleep.
Josuke blinked confused, seeing how Rohan’s cheeks had only flushed a little more red, but his chest was raising and falling normally, like nothing was wrong. He didn’t understand, what had happened?
He realized everything when finally his gaze dropped on Rohan’s stomach and he saw it dirtied in white, ropes of cum covering his pale skin while his now limp dick rested in Josuke’s palm, still twitching with some spurts of semen rolling down the tip on his tight balls.
“D-Did you cum…? Calling my name…?” Josuke couldn’t believe this was happening, he felt numb.
When Rohan muttered something else in the pillow, Josuke pulled back like he was burned, almost falling down the bed. His dick slit out his ass, letting the cum slip out from Rohan’’s hole on the soft sheets. Josuke was breathing deeply, now that the excitement was gone, he could only feel the wrecking guilt that had taken hold of his heart.
How could he have taken advantage of Rohan’s trust like that? Had his mom raised him to be such a monster? Josuke whined and wiped his tears with his thumb before he called Crazy Diamond to heal what it could, hoping that Rohan wouldn’t ask too many questions in the morning, not realizing that his Stand couldn’t make his cum magically disappear from within Rohan, but Josuke was too shocked to notice.
Josuke scrambled away the room, his steps feeling so heavy they hurt. He didn’t think he could stay for breakfast, not if he could ever look in Rohan in the eyes again. He needed a shower, he needed to scrub his skin until it ripped and curl in his bed waiting for his deserving death.
He was a criminal, he had done something that couldn’t be forgiven. Not even the devil would want him in hell now.
Josuke quickly put on some clothes, grabbed his bag and flew out the door, slamming it without meaning while he ran in the empty streets, the cold wind slapping his face like a punishment as his legs ached for the sudden strain. It didn’t matter, Josuke deserved what was coming to him.
He was going to regret this for the rest of his life.
Unknown to him, Rohan had woken up after Josuke had left. His head was spinning, his eyes blinked tiredly and his body felt numb.
He had an amazing dream, Josuke wrecking his ass with that huge cock of his, making him beg for more until he came deep inside his ass, filling him like a creampuff. Rohan struggled, it wasn’t the first time that he dreamed of something like that, he had made peace weeks ago with the fact that he wanted the younger boy to press that fat dick of his in his ass. There was no shame in hiding it, except Josuke was the only one who still hadn’t understood Rohan’s desires.
His fingers brushed over his stomach and his lips curled down in disgust when he noticed the cum covering it. His mouth curled down in disgust. Fuck, was he so pathetic he had come in his sleep? Damn, he really needed some dick then. Preferably from Morioh favourite boy.
Rohan huffed and unconsciously licked his lips tiredly, not wanting to deal with this first thing in the morning.
He froze, recognizing the flavour that assaulted his taste buds.
“ Josuke… ?”
Now that he thought about it, he felt something dripping from his ass too, even if there was no pain, but he had been fucked enough time to recognize what it was without checking. Well, wasn’t this a surprise.
Rohan huffed, his toes curling as his dick twitched in interest at the thought of what could have happened while he was asleep, even if he had a good ounce of it.
Well, someone surely had some explanation to do.
But first Rohan needed to do a nice shower to relax his tense muscles. And he reeked of cum too much to think at a nice plan to get Josuke to wreck his ass again.
Next time he would like to be awake though.