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God, what a wonderful night.
Kakyoin couldn’t fully rid himself of the grin on his face. He sauntered down the hotel hallway, digging through his pocket for the key Mr. Joestar had given him before getting off the elevator two floors prior. The corridor was poorly ventilated and much muggier than the cool Cairo night outside, but it didn’t seem to matter in the moment.
He was just happy to see everyone again.
Kakyoin finally reached the door with the number matching the one on the key and started fussing with the lock. It jammed a few times, but with a bit of effort the door swung open.
The air inside the room felt like soup, a far cry from even the sticky atmosphere of the hallway. He quickly figured out why: there wasn’t an AC unit, and the window was closed shut with the curtains drawn. The room was illuminated in the yellow-tinted glow of a flickering lamp placed on a table between the two beds. He took a few steps forward to see Polnareff in the opposite extremity of the room facing the corner. He was sitting in an object that could barely be considered a desk chair with how the flimsy plastic bent under his weight.
Kakyoin was surprised to see him awake. Earlier, Polnareff had been celebrating Kakyoin’s return from the hospital with everyone else, but about halfway through dinner he’d suddenly gotten up from the table and said he was turning in for the night. Kakyoin had figured he’d gotten a stomachache or something like that. Mr. Joestar had insisted that the rest of the group continue with the festivities.
In all honesty, it had relieved Kakyoin a bit. In the half-comatose state he’d been in during the hospital stay, his mind had come up with some… interesting thoughts about Polnareff. It had been getting a bit distracting to keep him around. Distracting and hot. Just like right now.
“Hey, you’re up.” He closed and locked the door behind him. “Why did you lock the door if you weren’t going to bed?”
Polnareff didn’t respond.
It was just about now that Kakyoin fully felt the difference in the atmosphere of the room. The heat and the silence felt like bricks on his chest, and the dull buzzing of the half-burnt-out lightbulb only acted as cement. The smile dropped from his face. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. You can go to bed, I’ll be fine.” His voice was dry and colorless.
“You’re an awful liar.” Kakyoin was working on hanging his coat in the closet beside the door. “You just admitted something is wrong by saying you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Kakyoin’s face twisted up. “That’s it? You guess?” He wasn’t used to such a dismissal of his quips from the Frenchman. “Who are you and what have you done with my Polnareff?”
“What? I’m still the same.” He tried to compress himself into a smaller space, which didn’t quite work with the breadth of his shoulders. “Can you leave me alone? I’ll turn the light off so you can go to bed.”
Kakyoin paused. He could just leave Polnareff alone, but… why was he being so defensive? There was really only one answer that he could think of, and it wasn’t a good one. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
Polnareff shook his head. Kakyoin was close enough now to see that he had his arms folded loosely across his chest. “Why are you so insistent? Just leave.”
The sudden departure from the partying, the complete shift in personality, the refusal to even look at him… maybe Kakyoin’s judgement was a bit off from the couple shots Mr. Joestar had forced into him, but he was pretty sure he was right. “It could be an enemy Stand.”
“That’s not it.”
“And why should I believe you?” Kakyoin was carefully inching closer.
“Because I’m telling you that’s not it.”
“Okay, fine. If that’s not it, then tell me what it is.”
“No.” Polnareff was looking more and more agitated.
“Why not?!” Kakyoin was still approaching. “Listen, Polnareff, you’re my…” He sent the delirious fantasies from his stint at the hospital out of the room for a moment. “You’re my friend. I just want to help, if that’s what you need.”
Polnareff became very still for a moment. “I don’t need your help.”
Kakyoin snorted but kept his guard up. “Really? I’m not dealing with the macho man thing.” He was starting to consider another possibility for why Polnareff was being so strange. “If you’re hurt-“
“I’m not hurt!”
With every step Kakyoin took, Polnareff was looking more and more jumpy. “Then why the hell are you hiding-“
And all at once Polnareff sprung up from the chair and tried to make a desperate sprint towards the bathroom. Kakyoin blocked the way with his body; Polnareff’s face, which was finally in view for the first time, turned hostile. “Oh you fucking- putain de connard-“
Kakyoin held steady, moving from side to side each time that Polnareff tried to work his way around. “What beautiful use of the French language. It’s not going to work.” And then he noticed that Polnareff’s arms hadn’t moved from their place crossed in front of his chest the entire time that they’d been talking.
“It’s something with your chest, isn’t it?”
Polnareff stumbled for just a moment amidst a colorful string of French curse words. “…No!”
Kakyoin released a chuckle from his nose. “I was right. Let me see.” He reached out to remove Polnareff’s arms from their post.
Polnareff began to retreat towards the wall behind him. “Nope, nope, go away. Goodnight, Kakyoin! Goodnight!”
“What the hell is the issue?” Perhaps unintentionally, Kakyoin was backing him into the corner. “If you’re injured, we need to treat you-“
“I already told you, I’m not hurt!” His back was pressed against the wall.
“Then what is it?!” Kakyoin wasn’t quite sure why he was being so insistent. Maybe the source of his stubbornness and the source of his lack of dexterity as he attempted to move Polnareff’s arms were one in the same.
Either way, somehow in the flailing of limbs his palm landed squarely on Polnareff’s right tit.
And either way, a strangled whine jumped from Polnareff’s throat.
Kakyoin pulled his hand back as if from hot coals. They both froze in place and stared at each other, wide-eyed.
The first to break the silence was Kakyoin. “You… I… what…”
Polnareff gulped, turning away. “If I explain, you can’t tell any of the others.”
“I, uh… okay…”
“Ever!”
“Okay, okay! I won’t!”
Polnareff sighed shakily. “So, sometimes, uh, my chest… gets really sensitive… and, well…” He slowly lifted his arms to reveal two circles of slightly darker fabric accenting the front of his shirt.
It wasn’t until this moment that Kakyoin realized his hand was just a bit damp. In the same moment, a few of the thoughts that he’d previously sent outside decided to see themselves back in. He swallowed the weight in his throat. “How long… has this been happening?”
“Since high school, maybe? I haven’t kept track. It’s embarrassing.”
Kakyoin willed his face to stay straight. “I don’t think so.”
“Well I do.” Polnareff’s ears were beet-red. “Anyway, that’s it so can we just-“
“-Can I see?” The words came out of Kakyoin’s mouth before he even had a chance to think about them. Damn those delusions.
Polnareff’s eyes went wide again. “Wh-what?”
Kakyoin shook his head. “Sorry. Just a slip of the tongue. Pretend I didn’t say anything.” His rational brain was fighting for control.
“I mean, you can, I guess…” Polnareff was looking everywhere but at him. “I don’t mind…”
“I-“ He felt the blood pumping through his veins. “Okay, yeah. Go ahead.”
“Okay.”
Neither of them moved.
“Polnareff, if you don’t want to-“
“No, no.” The broken silence was all he’d needed to remove his top. He lifted the tight fabric above his head and threw it on the ground next to him.
The view Kakyoin was treated to nearly made his knees buckle. Besides the perfectly maintained set of abs and freckled skin, there was of course the set of heavy tits that looked ready to burst, a single dribble of liquid leaking from each shiny nipple.
“My god…” The humid air caught in Kakyoin’s lungs, trying to drown him.
Polnareff was still bright red. Kakyoin couldn’t help but get a bit closer, entranced, and looked up towards his face. His hand was hovering close to the skin. “Can I…?”
Polnareff paused, but hesitantly nodded.
Kakyoin moved to lightly palm over his left breast, and even this was enough to make Polnareff suck in more air through his nose. Kakyoin bit the inside of his lip. His hand was becoming a bit more forward, roaming freely across warm flesh.
It was clear that Polnareff was trying his absolute best to keep his breathing even. It made Kakyoin a bit testy, and so he dared to squeeze gently. Soon Polnareff was fighting the same whine that had caught in his throat earlier.
Kakyoin tilted his gaze upwards once again, only to be rushed by a kiss Polnareff was smashing onto his mouth. His eyes shot open, but soon fluttered shut as he continued to grasp at the weighty breast in his hand.
Somehow they ended up perched at the end of one of the beds, Kakyoin’s legs draped over Polnareff’s lap. Their mouths separated for a moment and Kakyoin looked down once more. He found himself in awe all over again, nearly drooling from the sight of those full, heavy breasts.
How was it possible that his fantasies were staring him in the face? Still, there was a bit of squirming under the heat of Kakyoin’s gaze. He looked back up to see an embarrassed red on Polnareff’s face; he was committed to making it go away.
Kakyoin nuzzled into the crook of Polnareff’s neck and whispered low reassurances. He didn’t want this to be uncomfortable for him; he needed the other man to know how enamored he was. Still working on deftly searching warm skin, he planted a few kisses behind Polnareff’s ear and then pulled back to check up on him.
It must’ve worked, because Polnareff was quickly at his lips again, and their mouths began to desperately search for each other. His hands were palming every square inch they could reach. Polnareff was moaning into his mouth.
He could feel each hardened nipple leak more and more with every movement. It was beginning to break him. Kakyoin pulled away, and as soon as he looked down at the breasts cupped in his hands and the little trails of liquid that ran between his fingers, his entire body was on fire with want.
All he could do was beg. He was at Polnareff’s ear again, fully conscious of the whiny depravity in his voice, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t just taste him. His mind was hazy picturing the next few moments; it made his body feel weak, and his voice shrill.
As a response, Polnareff practically shoved Kakyoin’s head down towards his chest and reclined further. Kakyoin sighed and started planting hickeys carefully on the undersides of his tits, out of sight even considering the way Polnareff’s chest nearly sprang out of his shirt every time he moved. Kakyoin’s own shirt was starting to strangle him. He fingered at the buttons but was having a hard time getting a grip—in multiple ways. His hands were still weak, not to mention slippery.
Polnareff was digging nails into his waist with each hickey, so he judged that the dusty marks he’d left were satisfactory. He calmed himself down for long enough to slip his shirt off at last and was absolutely beside himself that he could finally place his lips on one of the pink nipples before him. The milky liquid that flowed into his mouth was even better than expected, warm and sweet. He made sure to lap up every drop, running a ring around the nipple occasionally in order to clean up. Every time he thought it was over, the shiny areola just spurted more and more liquid, and another sound tangled itself up trying to escape Polnareff’s mouth. He couldn’t get enough.
Polnareff groaned, a hand tangled up in Kakyoin’s hair. Kakyoin’s hand, meanwhile, was grasping at Polnareff’s waist for more support. He could feel the pressure beginning to build in his own body. Soon, Polnareff’s hand was on his, helping to remove his pants. Kakyoin sensed that he’d nearly finished on this tit, and so he switched to the other. As soon as his mouth made contact, Polnareff released a loud moan, and his attempts to remove his own boxers turned into desperate clawing.
Was this what people were talking about when they mentioned heaven? This had to be it, right? What else could describe the ambrosia in his mouth, the growing tension in his lower half, the stunning man beneath him with his beautiful, perfect tits, breathlessly cursing in a language Kakyoin didn’t speak? He fell into a trance. His pants were feeling tighter, and his suckling became quicker, needier.
Polnareff’s hands were in his hair again. He was weakly calling out Kakyoin’s name; it only motivated him to work more intensely, even dragging his teeth across the areola in his mouth a few times. It seemed that this was enough for Polnareff, with how sensitive he was; the stream of liquid was just slowing to a stop when he let out a final, booming moan. Kakyoin pulled away to catch the tail end of the show, and what a show it was: a panting Polnareff coming undone without ever being touched below the belt. His bit his lip; it was becoming uncomfortable how tight everything was.
After a short break, Kakyoin found himself under Polnareff. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but Polnareff was tugging at his waistband, mumbling something about helping him finish. A sigh of relief left his mouth after his pants were finally off. Now he could devote his full affection to the massive pair of tits dangling just a few inches in front of his face. There were still a few tempting dribbles of liquid on them that he could see. Kakyoin leaned up to lick the last few drops off of his soft, freckled skin.
And then there was the feeling of a rough palm up the length of Kakyoin’s dick. He felt himself go cross-eyed and buried his face in Polnareff’s chest. His wide hands were calloused from years of training, and Kakyoin couldn’t be any more thankful in this moment. With just a few more pumps, Kakyoin melted, his back arching with the rush of pleasure.
The only thought that could cross his mind in the midst of this little death was what an absolute wonder this man was. He’d never met so divine of a being, and he wasn’t sure he ever would again. This moment, these feelings, those tits… he’d give up everything to make it last forever.
But of course, his demands were irrational. Soon enough, the beautiful ecstasy he’d been residing in passed, and both men were panting. They laid side by side catching their breath. Kakyoin was still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.
“Wow, that was…” Polnareff didn’t seem to have the words to describe it either.
“…nice?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I liked it.” He seemed to be trying to reassure himself.
“Well, I sure did.”
“Really?” He turned to face Kakyoin with his mouth twisted up.
He nodded. “Why would I have done all of that if I wasn’t liking it?”
“I mean, I guess…” Polnareff was talking into the sheets. “But you didn’t find my chest, uh, situation weird at all?”
“That was the best part…” He couldn’t help but take another glance at the ‘situation.’ “It still is.”
“Really?!” Polnareff looked bewildered and covered his breasts with his hands, much to Kakyoin’s dismay.
He nodded again. How in the world could he make Polnareff see just how enchanting his body was? Every little crevice from his neck to his stomach deserved more attention than he could possibly give. Every freckle demanded a kiss, every inch of skin warranted the caress of delicate fingers, and each nipple was entitled to a needy mouth upon it at all hours of the day. It killed Kakyoin to see that Polnareff didn’t realize what seemed so obvious to him.
“Listen,” he started. “I know you’re self-conscious about this. But I think that’s stupid. Your body, your tits…” He shook his head, laughing. “They’re perfect. I really don’t know another word to use. They’re perfect, you’re perfect, end of story.”
“Shit…” Polnareff’s eyes sparkled briefly. “I don’t know what to say, I never thought…”
“Me neither.” Kakyoin stretched and realized the discomfort of the various substances that were drying on his skin. “Want to get cleaned up?”
Polnareff nodded and stood up, if not a bit reluctant. They were both in need of some TLC. A couple of washcloths from the bathroom saved the day, but the hotel might need to dry-clean that comforter…
They changed into pajamas in opposite corners of the room, though Kakyoin hardly thought that was necessary at this point. Polnareff looked over at him while buttoning his top, a bit sheepish still. “Hey, did you mean that?”
“Mean what?” Kakyoin was sliding into striped pajama bottoms.
“That I’m…” The word got caught in Polnareff’s throat. “Perfect.”
“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “But if you let it get to your head at all I will curb stomp you.”
Polnareff’s face twisted up. “…I have no clue what that means.”
“Oh, it’s…” Kakyoin stopped when he realized that he didn’t have any clue either. He must’ve heard it from some TV show. “Okay, well, I’ll beat your ass, how about that?”
Polnareff snorted, slipping into the bed closest to him. “Hey, I mean, after what just happened I don’t know if I should be excited or scared.”
Kakyoin was climbing into the other bed. “Shut the fuck up.”
There was a brief period of shuffling as both of them attempted to get comfortable. The room was much cooler now, since Polnareff had finally opened the goddamned window. Kakyoin rolled over to face the wall.
There was a heavy silence. Kakyoin knew he had to get one last thing in before he fell asleep.
“The next time you have this issue, let me know.”
Though he couldn’t see it, Polnareff nodded before turning the light off.