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In Jotaro's hotel room, the sweet smell of tea and silence created a relaxing ambiance. And yet, long fingers continued to nervously tap on the edge of the chair he was seated in.
Jotaro was very annoyed about how he felt.
He was unable to explain his current predicament. Life, whether he liked it or not, was full of surprises. Three feet away from him, on the desk, next to his hot cup of tea, there was a piece of clothing. His icy irises scanned over it like it was a rare sea creature he’d only ever seen in books. He couldn't tell if it was a good or bad surprise. Maybe both. At this moment, embarrassment tormented his thoughts.
How did Josuke forget his shitty jacket?
Jotaro chuckled lightly at the thought. It wasn’t surprising that his young uncle occasionally forgot his personal belongings. However, Josuke regarded his personalized jacket as his valued friend, since it wasn’t only his school uniform, but also a great pride. He must have been exhausted to have left it in his older nephew’s hotel room. Jotaro noticed faded blood stains on the white inner collar.
Still as fierce as ever, huh?
Today, Josuke had come to see him, telling him about his unexpected encounter with a new Stand user. Considering the number of large bandages on his face, the fight must have been rough. Jotaro remembered his baby eyes were nearly as dark as storm clouds. Indeed, Josuke had told him he’d savagely beaten his rival, he had the nerve to insult his beloved pompadour. Jotaro's lips let out an amused sigh again. As always, his young uncle was full of energy but his immature susceptibility needed to be tamed.
The clock informed him it had been over three hours since Josuke left the hotel. During this time, Jotaro worked on his thesis about a particular starfish he had found on the beach of Morioh. Nothing special. Outside, the sky was slowly darkening. He wondered how long he could get away with keeping his uncle’s gakuran. Jotaro raised his thick eyebrows. The idea that Josuke would come back to retrieve it bothered him more than he’d like to admit. As a reflex, he lowered his hat, almost hiding his twisted smile.
Josuke, damn it. Aren’t you aware that your stupidity kills me sometimes?
The way Jotaro’s body reacted to Josuke’s jacket made him literally lost. All his muscles, organs, bones, veins had fun rebelling against his moral principles. They prevented him from going to Josuke's mother to return it, claiming that it was not his responsibility to solve this problem. If God existed, it was certain that Jotaro’s bodily reactions were caused by the Devil's spiritual envoys. Was this evil spirit seeking to test his pride? Or was he doing it out by pure vice? Assailed by doubts, the white-hatted man looked at the source of his internal conflicts again.
It’s just a simple piece of fabric.
One thing was certain: it did not move, it did not think, and, above all, it did not speak. That‘s why Jotaro rose from his chair and stepped towards the desk. Before examining it, he took the two golden brooches off. Simple precaution. His curious hands grabbed the shoulders of the blue navy jacket and lifted it. As expected, it was so big that it could completely cover his large chest. In the Joestar lineage, being tall would be part of genetic characteristics that would never change. Jotaro even wondered if his little daughter would go through it too.
When Jotaro carefully began to palpate the fabric, he flinched. As it hugged Josuke's sinuous silhouette, it absorbed his sweet warmth and kept it inside. It felt hot. But that wasn’t it. Heat meant smell. Jotaro noticed huge limpid marks darkening the back and underarms of the jacket. He didn’t need to sniff them as his nostrils were already receiving their aggressive perfume. Sweat. The jacket was soaked in sweat. A ghostly smirk crossed his stoic face.
You dirty boy…
It wasn’t his favorite smell but, deep inside, he was grateful. Never would he have thought that he’d have the opportunity to observe such a filthy jewel. He cursed the Devil one more time for succeeding in activating his last impulses, suffocating his own reason. He perceived Josuke’s jacket as a virgin territory he could easily conquer. His belly felt a demonic flame devastating everything in its path. The message was clear: his body wanted him to play with his new toy. Since it was an inanimate object, he could do whatever he wanted. In other words, he could make it dirtier. Nothing complicated. Standing like a white Greek statue, Jotaro breathed out and closed his eyes for a moment. When his fists clenched, crumpling the fabric, his mouth dropped a decisive order.
“Star Platinum, lock the door and draw the curtains.”
A colossal purple ghost emerged from his body and, without a word, executed its user's request. As long as the switches were off, the room remained in darkness. The total absence of light did not prevent Jotaro and Star Platinum from seeing each other. The intimate silence helped them feel at ease. His humanoid Stand caressed its owner’s cheek, silently asking him to look it straight in the eye. Jotaro obeyed and read through its big bright pupils his face in every detail.
Oh…
What Star Platinum was showing him was ridiculous. Josuke wouldn’t probably recognize him and would compare him to a timid child who had received a welcome gift. A small smile, relaxed eyebrows, sparkling cat eyes. As a cold person, showing the slightest softness in his facial features wasn’t in his taste. And yet, the gift he was holding made him feel much more tender than he thought. He wondered if his naive uncle would understand that the joy on his face wasn’t childish.
As for Star Platinum, although it felt its user’s strange emotions, it remained imperturbable and concentrated. Its gloved hand continued to stroke Jotaro’s cheek. The existence of Stands was still a mystery. Since the beginning of their encounter, Jotaro was convinced they shared the same personality. But there were times like that when he felt like he was discovering a different person. Maybe because Star Platinum wasn't entirely him. Just a part of him.
"Hey, stop," Jotaro sighed, closing his tired eyes. "Do what you want, I don't care, but not now."
Star Platinum didn’t contest his answer but wanted to share its personal feelings with him. Carefully, its big purple fingers slipped into his black hair, dropping his hat, and pulled Jotaro's face towards it. Its crowned forehead touched his own. Shivers ran down Jotaro's spine. Every time he was going to listen to his dirty pleasures, his Stand used to perform this curious ritual. It was impossible to know if it was a gesture of affection, pity, pride or comfort. It wasn't unpleasant and it made him feel less lonely. Even though Star Platinum reflected his spiritual soul, knowing that it was listening to him, that it understood what he was going through touched him a bit. When Star Platinum was satisfied, it dematerialized itself, leaving its user alone.
Without hesitation, Jotaro walked to the double bed. His ample white coat, his sleeveless cardigan and his stylish ankle-boots were thrown directly to the floor. After lying down on the firm mattress, Jotaro nuzzled the inside of Josuke’s jacket with his nose. He didn’t have any words to describe his uncle’s unique smell. Both sweet and bitter. If this strong scent turned into a dessert, Jotaro would feel like he had tasted a dark chocolate and passion fruit ice cream. Two flavors he judged too bitter and too sweet.
But.
Even if those flavors weren’t in his taste, Jotaro couldn’t help emitting a low hoarse growl. His nose must have been broken. Besides, Josuke’s smell was alive. It was talking to him, begging him for an innocent hug. No. There was nothing innocent about it. It reeked of hypocrisy since he was imagining Josuke sitting on him, imprisoning his waist with his long legs, his teasing hands on his shoulders, his shit-eating grin on his face.
I dare you.
Hearing him articulate those words was already enough for Jotaro to start his dubious activity. His impatient fingers unbuckled his twin black belts and pulled his zipper down dryly. Nostrils always pressed against the fabric, he let his open palm cover his clothed half-erect cock, staying in this simple posture for a while. No need to rush. The longer the better. Inside his brain, Josuke was watching at him with a sorry look on his face. His mouth tightened as if he was pouting and seemed to foreshadow tears.
Oh no… My poor nephew… What did I do to make you like this?
Good question.
In the past, dating girls hadn’t always been a fulfilling activity because they chased after his ‘badass’ appearance. The meeting of Dio and his allies has hardened his emotional shell, making him a much more reserved and cautious person. Several months ago, Jotaro obtained a divorce and had decided to leave his daughter to his ex-wife. Apart from his ardent investment in marine science research, he risked his life finding the new not-so-kindly Stand users and that fucking little magic arrow.
What marvelous moments.
And now he was fantasizing about a high school student who, on top of that, shared the same blood and flesh.
Another marvelous -and encouraging- moment.
Looked like life wanted to punish him yet again, giving him this unhealthy sin.
Josuke, whom only Jotaro could perceive in the obscurity, was totally laughing at his reactions. Even though he wore his pants and yellow tank top, Jotaro felt like the fabric was his real skin. Josuke’s smell was so strong that it gave the illusion he was entirely naked. Just thinking about it, Jotaro’s cock throbbed with guilt and continued to grow heavy with blood. He heard his whistle of admiration.
I didn’t expect my smell to make you hard. I’m impressed.
Jotaro inhaled sharply and nodded to himself. While Josuke kept his face sultry, his pelvis danced on his nephew’s burning bulge. His provocative movements allowed Jotaro to make the move and breathe his natural heat through the sweaty jacket. His hand gripped his covered shaft and gave it slow strokes. He could feel precum dirtying his tight boxer shorts.
Since Jotaro wasn’t motivated to seek a new love relationship, masturbation was no longer on his list of priorities. Rediscovering the pleasure through this activity was pleasant. The problem was that, as his fantasies were focused on Josuke, he felt like a desperate teenager, learning to hump down against his stuffed dolphin. And he hated that feeling. Although he didn't understand -or rather didn't want to understand- why he was so excited, he let his fingers free his now full cock from the textile cage. A long moan of relief echoed in the black room.
Thank God.
The contact of the blue navy fabric on his naked slit made him shake like a leaf. He visualized Josuke watching him, a fake smile on his stupid face. He could even feel his index caressing the length of his thick cock. Continuing to play the worried and teasing child, Josuke murmured to him.
Your little bird seems to be cold… Do you think he need my warmth?
Jotaro tsked.
Imagination is an excellent tool to meet his sinful needs but it also has its limits. In fact, Jotaro always wondered how the real Josuke would react if he participated in his game. Perhaps he would be careful, shy and very nervous. Perhaps he would be straightforward, clumsy and a bit rough. Jotaro had no idea and he would never have an answer to that. As he never saw Josuke naked, he preferred to imagine him dressed. His face was the only image Jotaro could modify as he wished.
Direct contact was Jotaro’s next desire and for that, he has to expose his own skin. With hasty hands, Jotaro got rid of the rest of his clothes, except for his skin-tight black top. He grabbed Josuke’s jacket, rolled it up and placed it between his hips. It was his lucky day. He was going to live it up.
Party time.
Fuck it.
The positions were reversed. In other words, it was Jotaro who was dominating Josuke. Good. Before Jotaro pressed down against the jacket, he grabbed the bottom of his black top and pulled it up to above his hard breasts. To prevent it from slipping, he gripped it between his teeth. Cold air hugged his sweaty back, making his hair stand up, giving him a pleasant shiver. When his intimate parts came –finally- into contact with the surface of the fabric, Jotaro closed his eyes. Rubbing against something flat was no fun. That was why he had tried to turn Josuke’s gakuran into a bolster that he could ride on without any problem. He wanted to feel as if the roll of fabric was Josuke’s clothed chubby ass. While Jotaro was getting ready, Josuke was lying on the bed, on his stomach. Hands on his pink cheeks, he remained silent but always kept his excited smile. He didn't need to crane his neck to see that he was dealing with a ferocious beast.
Use my warmth, Jotaro-san.
Just once. Yes, just once.
Determined, he slowly began to move his muscular hips. Of course, his toy wasn’t moving and didn’t make noises. These two points nevertheless left him the impression that it had submitted to his actions. And that the effects it had on it’s new owner were appreciated. In this way, Jotaro could see Josuke's spine undulating like a seductive dolphin. So gorgeous. Small traces of sweat covered his forehead. The texture of the jacket was kind of rough but Jotaro's sweat and precum had softened it enough. The thought that his physical territory was possessed by Josuke's warmth made his sensitive balls and his cock shudder with joy. The more intense the friction was, the faster the depraved movements became. Jotaro didn’t think he would express his desires in this position because he wasn’t crazy about it. It made him feel foolish and resigned. The same feeling as a desperate teenager learning to masturbate while watching porn.
Panting weakly, Jotaro leaned forwards until his head met the cold bedsheets. His sweaty hand pressed his heavy cock against the dark like-bolster, offering him more sensations. He wanted to paint Josuke’s beautiful ass with his fluids, to possess it with his natural aroma. His lips were so excited that they let go of his black top. Jotaro felt like a dangerous lion in heat. No. He was a lion because he acted on instinct. His hungry teeth even bit the sheets. Below him, Josuke was always on his stomach. His fingers and half of his face were plunged into the sheets. The repetitive roughness in Jotaro’s movements made his cheeks flushed but didn't stop him from giggling.
Can you feel it? My warmth? Does it feel good? Please, tell me…
“Yeah, it is. Fuck...” Jotaro moaned.
Josuke smiled and raised his head. His luscious lips purred those two syllables in his ear.
Per-vert.
Jotaro almost came. Almost.
He collapsed on the mattress and rested his head on one of the pillows.
“Star Platinum.”
In the wink of an eye, Star Platinum manifested itself, floating in the air above him. As usual, its humanoid face showed no expression. The Stand already knew what its user wanted but remained motionless. The signal wasn’t set off again. Jotaro took some little breaths. It was nice but it wasn’t always enough. His cock leaked even more precum.
Jotaro wanted to end all that. For that, he needed help.
“Is this okay?”
Asking for consent was one thing, but it was another thing to ask it to himself -since Star Platinum was part of him. Jotaro felt a bit dumb but wanted to be sure. The answer came when Star Platinum’s gloved hands flipped his legs over, took his cock and started stroking it gently. Jotaro quivered with relief and invited it to come closer. While one of his hand carded through its iridescent hair, he used his other to slid his thumb over its full lower lip. Star Platinum wanted to give him a chaste kiss but Jotaro was too aroused. He didn’t wait to trace the outline of its soft mouth with his tongue. Star Platinum didn’t blink and stuck out its own. Generally, Jotaro liked to control his powerful Stand, but letting it go wasn't bad either. So he allowed Star Platinum to discover his hot cavern at its pace. Rolling their drooling pink flesh over each other was stimulating. Jotaro even loved to feel its saliva sliding down his throat. If he did the same thing to Josuke, he was certain that his baby eyes would roll out of his skull.
Josuke, you have no idea how sick I am.
After exploring its user’s reddened mouth, Star Platinum let its agile muscle travelling along his hot body until it reached the black pubic hair shyly. It could take its time caressing his nipples or tickling his sensitive neck but Jotaro was fed up with waiting. Attentive to his bodily responses, Star Platinum went on its way and ended up giving a long, slow lick the entire length of his cock. Jotaro threw his head back, humming.
It wasn’t the first time he had sex with his Stand. A very special experience. The acts Star Platinum did, Jotaro felt them and vice versa. Besides, Star Platinum didn’t have his own smell or taste: it simply echoed back those of Jotaro. During the kiss, Jotaro recognized the taste of the tea he had just drunk. He couldn’t say if he was supposed to do this shit with his spiritual ghost, but when he noticed that Star Platinum expressed its interest in it, he stopped to question it.
“Go. Just go.” Jotaro muttered, pressing the dirty jacket against his nose.
Since he wasn't using his eyesight all the time, his sense of smell and touch was reinforced. And fuck. Josuke's school uniform emanated many strong scents, including his own. Jotaro was glad. It had worked. He had conquered Josuke's treasure. He closed his eyes, enjoying this little moment of victory. Without warning, Star Platinum pinched one of his hips hard. Jotaro exclaimed with surprise and glanced at his partner.
“Hey! Why did you…? Ah.”
Jotaro understood why the Stand wanted him to look at it. Even in the complete darkness, his narrowed irises could follow the path that its tongue made on each vein. Star Platinum kept the cockhead trapped between his lips and made a sucking sound. Jotaro’s shoulders twitched. Automatically, he didn’t see his Stand blowing him. Instead, it was Josuke's girly lips that tasted his sensitive skin. As Star Platinum’s mouth was big, it swallowed him entirely, rubbing against his pubic hair with its nose, letting its saliva run down and wet his balls. But, this time, it was Josuke who was taking care of him.
As Star Platinum sucked and teased his foreskin with his fingertips, Jotaro could taste his own precum, not particularly salty, just a bit bitter. Having an invisible shape in his mouth was rather exciting although confusing. It even motivated him to strengthen that sensation, inserting his three fingers between his reddened lips. Jotaro growled and stared at Josuke through Star Platinum. The way his young uncle’s mouth went up and down on his cockhead was so lovely. Three weeks ago, Jotaro had caught him sucking a lollipop. He remembered very well how his innocent lips glided over the sweet matter. He could see this memory over and over again without problem in his brain.
Okay, Jotaro changed his mind. Impatience was killing him. He sat down, grabbed Star Platinum's shiny hair and pulled it towards him abruptly. A hoarse groan escaped him as the fat tip of his cock reached the very bottom of its hot palate. Star Platinum wasn’t stunned at all and worked hard to satisfy him. Jotaro couldn't understand how or why he deserved this magical mouth. It was a thousand times better than any sex toy. Now the air was filled with jerky noises, gasping breaths and strong odors. Jotaro's pelvis and hands kept wiggling. He felt his throat throbbing under his savage assaults. It hurt but it was good. So viciously good. As expected, his ardor forced Star's saliva to spill out and tickle his balls. Feeling the explosion coming, he lowered his eyes. He wanted to see the head of the king in his fantasies. His pompadour was disheveled, making him look both eager and bitchy. Behind his fallen locks, his bright pupils were staring at him. With his famous pretty smile.
You can, Jotaro. Come.
Jotaro felt like his lungs were crushed. A few seconds later, he came. Star Platinum greeted the result of its work in its mouth without blinking. Dazed by the orgasm, Jotaro let himself fall limp on the mattress. Star Platinum didn’t disappear after that. It still had one last task to complete.
“Star…” Jotaro said in a low voice.
To dominate the human in all its splendor, Star Platinum hoisted Jotaro up carefully, placed him against the headboard and immobilized him by blocking its large hips against his.
Suddenly, its purple fingers enveloped his whole wet turtleneck and squeezed it. Jotaro opened his eyes wide at its brutal act.
It wasn’t involuntary. Star Platinum was always listening to his silent orders.
By way of thanks, Jotaro’s shaky hands clung to its white scarf. The pressure on his trachea was a reminder of the harsh reality. And a banal punishment for feeling desire towards a sixteen-years-old relative. Doing that, Jotaro hated himself more because it didn’t help to purify himself. On the contrary, it intensified his excitement. It was brutish, savage and instinctive. He couldn’t tell if masochism ran in his natural blood or was caused by the weird disease he had. But he didn’t care anymore.
All Jotaro could do was watch his uncle’s penetrating stare. He thought back to the day when they were trying to arrest the murderer of Josuke's grandfather. While Jotaro was on his guard, Josuke had chuckled. He was wearing this face that Jotaro was looking at just now.
Frowned eyebrows.
Provocative look.
Proud broad smile.
Jotaro, I hate you.
Jotaro wanted to reply but he wasn’t able to speak. His open mouth, no longer able to breathe air, became dry. His skin flushed, his wide pupils didn't know where to focus. Star Platinum didn't hesitate to strangle him even harder. It wasn't going to last long anyway. The emotional stimulations were so intense that Jotaro’s brain short-circuited.
Star Platinum relaxed the pressure and cradled his head in its hands. Jotaro half-opened his dead eyes and stuck his numb tongue out, waiting for his last recompense. As soon as their faces were close enough, the Stand opened its mouth. Warm, salty white liquid poured out, falling onto Jotaro's tongue like a waterfall. There was so much cum that it colored his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his neck. Apparently, Jotaro came a lot today.
So funny.
Star Platinum held Jotaro's inanimate body and placed him on the bed with great gentleness. It put a pillow behind his head, brushed his wet black locks back and left a kiss on his forehead with a soft “ora”. Huffing, Jotaro swallowed his bitter cum. He didn't bother to wipe his painted face because he was upset. And particularly pissed off. In fact, Star Platinum's eyes were filled with worry, affection and above all sadness. As it was about to take the human in its arms, he stopped it.
“No. I don’t want it.” He snapped.
“Ora.”
Even though Star Platinum wasn't as good as Jotaro at expressing its thoughts, it was easy to read the distress in his voice. But it listened respectfully to Jotaro as it vanished himself, leaving him alone in the hotel room. Jotaro grabbed his hair with his hands and tsked.
“I hate you too, Josuke. I fucking hate you.”
Briiing… Briiing…
Jotaro sighed. He didn’t need to guess who it was.
Speak of the ‘naughty’ Devil… What a nice coincidence…
Briiing… Briiing…
Annoyed, Jotaro's hand reached the bedside table and picked up the phone.
“Yes?” He simply replied.
“Jotaro-san! I am so so sorry! I forgot my jacket in your room! Can I come pick it up?”
Jotaro turned on the bedside lamp and contemplated the result of his shameful activity. As expected, Josuke’s gakuran was completely destroyed. Soaked, creased, stained and stinking. Seeing it in this state made him feel like a happy bastard. He wondered how Josuke would react if he knew he was half-naked, full of sweat, his face covered with his own cum.
Jotaro moistened his lips.
He wanted to play with him.
All Jotaro felt was caused by Josuke so he would send him the same. A play of win-win.
“I see but there is a problem.”
“What? What is it?”
“I got your jacket dirty.”
Short silence.
“Excuse-me?”
“From what I see, it’s creased and wet.”
Long silence.
“But… H-how?”
Jotaro rolled his eyes.
Of course.
“A housekeeper came into my room. She mistook it for a mop.”
“Ah is that what you mean…” Josuke mumbled and then his voice rose very quickly in volume. “Huh, wait! Wait! Seriously? That idiot lose her glasses or something?! God! My precious!”
Jotaro inhaled through his nose, tightening his grip on the phone. Not because Josuke swallowed his lie so easily.
“What did you expect?”
“What?”
“What did you expect when I said ‘dirty’?”
“Er… S-sorry. I would never… Don’t mind it, okay?”
Maybe Josuke wasn't as innocent as he imagined. Jotaro smiled in amusement.
“What is it?”
“Please, forget it. It was very indelicate from me.”
“Tell me, Josuke.”
“I t-thought you…” Josuke stuttered, uneasy.
“I what?”
“Y-you did something that men do.”
Josuke is really…
“Clarify.” Jotaro insisted. He would like to chuckle but he was too exhausted for it. “I can’t read your mind.”
“I… wondered myself if… you…”
“Yes?”
“P-played with—”
“Are you telling me I fucked your uniform school like a dog in heat?”
“No, no! I just…!” Josuke panicked. “It isn’t like that! Don’t hate me! Please, forgive me Jotaro-san! Why do I have to think—?”
“I accept your excuses, Josuke. Next time, be reasonable.”
“Yes, yes!”
Josuke was probably nodding his head sharply.
“And you don’t have to worry, I stopped the ‘idiot’ in time. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.”
“Oh you don’t have to! I will get it n—”
“Let me take care of it. I am responsible for it.”
“I-if you say so…” Josuke gulped, surprised at the dry tone Jotaro had just used.
“I will see you tomorrow at your school.”
“Er… Thank you Jotaro-san.”
Jotaro hung up the phone. A guilty smirk appeared on his relaxed face. Thanks to this little conversation, Jotaro had all night to have fun with his toy.
“I'm not done with you.” He whispered, caressing Josuke's ‘precious’.