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Caesar’s not sure how they ended up like this- crashing around the room locked in something between an embrace and a headlock- but he’s sure it’s Joseph’s fault for being such an obnoxious loudmouth. He hears Joseph grunt as he crowds him against the table, and he feels a heat begin to unfurl in the pit of his stomach as Joseph practically snarls at him.
Caesar hears the familiar crackle of hamon and suddenly he’s thrown backwards. It would’ve been a clever trick if he hadn’t still had the presence of mind to tighten his grip on Joseph as he’s sent crashing into the wall. They land with a heavy thud, the wind knocked out of them both. Caesar steadies his breath just enough and with an admittedly weak blast from his hamon charged hands he sends Joseph flying, grunting loudly as his back hits the floor.
He moves quickly across the room, kneeling over Joseph to grab him by the collar.
“If you would just learn to shut your fucking mouth-” Caesar is cut off by Joseph surging upwards to push his tongue into his mouth. It’s barely a kiss, all tongue and teeth and spit. Disgusting, Caesar thinks to himself but it’s impossible to ignore the gnawing heat in his stomach as he rakes his fingers through Joseph’s hair.
They continue to roll and thrash on the floor until Caesar finds himself on his back, hands still tangled in Joseph’s hair and their legs intertwined.
They pant into each other’s mouths as they rut against each other. Like animals, Caesar thinks as he rakes one hand down Joseph’s back until he’s gripping his ass. He spanks him once, hard, and revels in the way Joseph groans into his mouth with a shudder.
They part, panting, a few strands of spit still connecting their lips.
“Whose hamon is weak now, Caesarino?” Joseph’s smug tone and expression are infuriating and Caesar growls, yanking him back down into a kiss.
Joseph rolls his hips, pressing his strong thigh against Caesar’s bulge and Caesar returns the favour, delighting in the way the other man moans into his mouth. They continue like this for a while before Caesar wraps one arm around Joseph’s broad back and- with his other hand cradling the back of Joseph’s head- flips them. He nudges Joseph’s thick thighs apart with his own and slots between them. He takes a moment to survey Joseph’s flushed face, palm still cradling his head. Joseph chuckles.
“What’s so funny?”
“You like me,” Joseph grins. Smug British Bastard. Caesar thrusts his hips hard against Joseph’s, his own grin spreading across his face as the other man moans, his eyes slipping closed.
Caesar keeps thrusting, building up a slow, deliberate rhythm as he rubs their bulges together. He slides a hand down to the small of Joseph’s back and lifts his lower half up to give himself better leverage to move harder, faster.
“Caesar,” Joseph moans into his mouth and groans, trailing his lips down Joseph’s face and to his neck. He’s rewarded with a gasp as he bites down at the juncture between Joseph’s neck and shoulder. Caesar smiles against him before licking and sucking at his warm, sweat-damp skin.
It’s not long before their frantic grinding has Joseph whining (which Caesar will definitely make fun of him for later) and then his hips are spasming, a warm wetness seeping through the crotch of his pants.
“Did you just come?” Caesar knows he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered across his face but Joseph deserves it, coming in his pants like a teenager.
“Shut up,” Joseph grits out, still twitching from his orgasm. Caesar wants to keep dry humping him until he comes but he’s still a romantic at heart and Joseph’s face is pained from sensitivity.
After a moment of rest Joseph opens his eyes and, with a sharp smile, grabs Caesar’s thighs. He manhandles him, manoeuvring them so Caesar is kneeling over Joseph’s shoulders.
Joseph’s large hands work his pants down just enough to free his cock before reaching around to grab his ass, pulling at him until Caesar takes the initiative to guide his cock into Joseph’s waiting mouth. He steadies himself with one hand on the floor above Joseph’s head and uses the other to trace over Joseph’s thick, stretched lips.
Joseph bobbed his head back and forth, but the angle was awkward, and Caesar wanted to come today sometime. Fisting his hand in the hair at the back of Joseph’s head Caesar began to thrust into Joseph’s hot mouth.
Usually, Caesar prided himself on being a gentle, romantic lover, seductive and tender with his parters. Yet, something about Joseph made him want to see that pretty, irritating face covered in spit and tears and cum.
“Fuck, Jojo,” Caesar says on a drawn-out moan, “this is a much better use for your mouth than all your obnoxious bragging.”
Joseph narrows his eyes, mumbling something indignantly around his cock but his eyes quickly turn wide and teary as Caesar’s thick cock starts hitting the back of his throat. Caesar, not wanting to choke him too badly, tries to pull his hips back only for firm hands to fly to his hips, keeping him in place.
Caesar’s about ready to burst, the hot-wet-tight of Joseph’s mouth edging on painful as he tries to make it last. Joseph pushes him back by the hips, letting his cock slip free.
“Your next line is ‘I’m so close, Jojo!’”
“I’m so close, Jojo!” He freezes. Bastardo. Just for that he uses his hands in Joseph’s hair to pull the other man back down onto his cock till he’s properly choking and gagging around it. He comes like that, thrusting into Joseph’s mouth and choking out his name as Joseph swallows around him before he pulls out, collapsing next to the other man.
They lay side by side, catching their breaths. Caesar brushes his fingertips over Joseph’s knuckles and links their fingers without looking, embarrassed by the blush he can feel settling on his cheeks. He closes his eyes, soaking in the post-orgasm bliss.
“Think you can go again?” Joseph asks after a long moment of waiting for his ragged breaths to even out. Caesar laughs.
“Think you can last longer than five minutes, Jojo?” Caesar says, watching as he narrows his eyes.
He’s still laughing when Joseph pounces and he loses himself against wet lips and hands tangling in his hair.