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Josuke was trying to shove his tongue down Jotaro’s throat. The inexperienced enthusiasm was actually kind of cute, but with Josuke borderline trying to climb up Jotaro’s body to get better leverage, it made the position more than a little uncomfortable. Besides, Jotaro didn’t intend to just let Josuke fumble around with him for too long.
Saving his uncle embarrassment in the long run, Jotaro wrapped an arm around Josuke and picked him up just long enough to toss him onto the bed in the hotel room. If he smirked a little at the yelp Josuke let out as he hit the mattress, well, it’s not like he was in any position to call Jotaro out on it at the moment.
“Jotaro-san!” Josuke whined, dragging out each syllable and pouting in a way that makes those already full lips look like they were begging to be ravished by Jotaro. Which, to be honest, wasn’t even that far from the truth. Jotaro was quick to join him on the bed, using his arms to cage Josuke in underneath him.
“Gimme a break. You didn’t think I was just gonna let you try to suck my face off without doing anything.” It wasn’t even a question, it was a statement, and it made Josuke’s face flush a nice shade of pink.
“Well, do something then,” he mumbled under his breath, his words holding a hint of challenge despite not quite being able to meet Jotaro’s intense gaze head on. The enthusiasm from moments ago seemed to have tapered off into nervousness while being trapped beneath the larger man.
Features softening a bit, Jotaro leaned down and pressed a kiss to Josuke’s forehead, cupping the boy’s cheek in one large, rough hand.
“We'll go slow,” he assured him, pressing a kiss to Josuke’s chin this time. “And we can stop whenever you want.” And another, this time a chaste kiss against Josuke’s lips. “Let’s try kissing more and see where it goes.”
Josuke licked his own lips and swallowed before answering, “Sure- I mean, yeah. That... That sounds good.” Reaching up, he looped an arm around Jotaro’s neck, dragging him down for another kiss, this one lasting longer but coming to a sudden stop when Josuke tried to lick into his nephew’s mouth again.
Jotaro pulled back just enough to speak and squeezed both sides of Josuke’s face with one hand just hard enough to make him grunt in discomfort. “I'm glad you’re into it,” he said, “but just follow my lead this time.”
Josuke looked like he wanted to protest, but the addition of the words “this time” made him relax. The implication that he’d get to have his own way eventually and that this wasn’t just going to be a one-time thing seemed like it was enough for him to obey for now.
“Okay,” Josuke said, only slightly reluctant as he loosened his grip on the back of Jotaro’s neck and looked up at him expectantly, waiting to be kissed.
“Good boy, Josuke,” Jotaro murmured against his lips before kissing him again, making sure to commit to memory the way Josuke’s breath caught in his throat and his legs squeezed together in response to the small bit of praise. That could be useful information for later.
As he kissed him slowly, coaxing Josuke to relax further into it, Jotaro thought this boy had to have some of the softest lips he’d ever felt – plush and inviting, and tasting faintly of the vanilla mint flavored lip balm that Josuke liked to use. It was yet another reason to add to the growing list of why Jotaro could hardly believe that no one had snatched him up already. Not that he was complaining.
How could he ever complain, when now he's the one who gets to nip and suck at that plump bottom lip and swallow those soft, contented sounds that Josuke let out before moving his lips slowly against Jotaro's. His movements were almost hesitant, like he was worried that Jotaro would stop kissing him again.
Jotaro paused only long enough to say, "Good boy, Josuke - just like that," before pressing his lips harder against Josuke's, causing the boy's whimper to be muffled as a shiver ran through him. It was a cute reaction and it gave Jotaro the impulse to run his fingers through Josuke's hair soothingly, but he resisted it. He wouldn't want to ruin this moment by messing up his uncle's precious hairstyle, after all.
Instead, Jotaro just let the backs of his fingers caress Josuke's cheek, endeared by the way Josuke seemed to instinctively lean into the touch with a soft hum. Jotaro had already known that Josuke was hungry for affection, but he hadn't realized until now just how much he loved that honest yearning.
This time, it was Jotaro who licked at Josuke's lips, still taking it slow like he'd said he would. And after a few of those licks against the opening of his mouth, Josuke's own tongue came out to meet Jotaro's, prodding it lightly before withdrawing back into his mouth when Jotaro rubbed the two muscles together sensually.
"No?" Jotaro asked, pulling back. His expression was the same as ever, but that he was even asking was proof he was concerned. There were a lot of reasons that doing something like this with Josuke was a bad idea for the both of them, after all.
"No, it's not-! I mean..." Josuke trailed off. His lips were already a little rounder, a little pinker than before. It matched well with the blush that had spread across his cheeks.
"It wasn't bad or nothing," he finally clarified, biting his bottom lip and chewing at it for a moment. "Was just surprised, 's all." He pulled Jotaro back towards himself while coyly asking, "Do it again?" before opening his mouth and letting his tongue stick out just a bit.
What kind of heartless monster could refuse such a request from this blue-eyed angel of a boy? Jotaro knew he'd have to be careful with this going forward or else Josuke would have him wrapped around his finger in no time. (He wasn't quite ready to admit that they had already been well past that point even before either of them had confessed their feelings.)
When their tongues met again, this time Josuke shivered but didn't pull away, letting Jotaro massage them together. He took his time coaxing Josuke's tongue out further and letting it into his own before sucking on it.
The sound Josuke made couldn't have been mistaken for anything other than a moan and when Jotaro repeated the action, he received a long, drawn-out whine and felt the bed shift slightly as Josuke squirmed beneath him.
One of Jotaro's big hands soothingly caressed Josuke's hip while he twined their tongues together again, causing Josuke's body to jump before relaxing into the touch. This time, Jotaro was coaxing Josuke's tongue back into his own mouth and Josuke, unsure what else to do, allowed Jotaro to explore his mouth as he liked.
And exploring Josuke’s mouth was exactly what Jotaro’s tongue did, while Jotaro mentally catalogued all of Josuke’s responses. The pleased hums when their tongues twined together; the sharp exhales through his nose when Jotaro bit his bottom lip and pulled lightly; the loud whimper when Jotaro’s tongue tickled the roof of Josuke’s mouth, and the way his whole body suddenly went lax for a moment beneath him.
“Okay there?” Jotaro asked, pulling back again. Josuke didn’t answer him, seemingly fixated on the strand of saliva that was still connecting their mouths until Jotaro got tired of watching him stare at it and swiped at it with his finger, breaking it.
“You okay?” he tried again. This time, Josuke at least seemed to hear him, but took a moment to understand the question and answer it.
“Oh, yeah. I’m just... No, I- I'm good. Just... Y'know. I never really...” He spoke between uneven breaths and Jotaro felt his cock go from interested to half-hard as he really got a look at Josuke’s current state. He was red from the tips of his ears down to the base of his neck; his already plump lips were swollen up, slightly bruised and slick with spit. His chest heaved with every breath, and when Jotaro glanced down further, he could see Josuke was hard and straining against the front of his uniform pants.
Jotaro had been well-aware that Josuke was lacking experience, but he certainly hadn’t expected to see the boy looking so fucked just from being kissed. He was pulled from his thoughts when Josuke spoke again.
“Jotaro-san!” he said, moving both hands to cup Jotaro’s cheeks and looking directly into his eyes. “I'm fine! So... you don’t gotta keep asking if I’m alright or whatever.” He followed up with a much quieter, “It sucks if you stop every time I’m feeling good. Like you’re teasing me or something... It’s embarrassing.”
‘Give me a break, already. There's gotta be a limit to how adorable he can be.’ Even just thinking those words made Jotaro want to wince at how he much they made him sound like a doting older relative. Instead, he placed one of his own hands over Josuke’s and slowly pulled it down between his legs, letting his uncle feel his growing hardness and hearing a soft gasp from him when he realized what he was touching.
“Get it?” Jotaro asked him. “It’s not just you. I'm asking to make sure I don’t get carried away.” Much as he just wanted to kiss Josuke breathless until he begged Jotaro to do more than that, he also didn’t want to move things too fast and have Josuke regret it later.
It would seem that Josuke had other thoughts, something Jotaro realized when the hand on his crotch rubbed against it tentatively, making him sigh at the welcome friction.
“It’s fine,” Josuke told him. “You can get carried away. Like, I don’t wanna do any weird shit, but you can... You can your way with me! … Or somethin’ like that?”
Jotaro couldn’t tell if it was more funny or stupid for Josuke to make such a bold statement only to follow up with uncertainty. If Jotaro were a weaker man, he would already be ravaging the boy.
“Please?” Josuke added hopefully, giving Jotaro his best puppy dog eyes.
Okay, fuck it. Jotaro was weak after all. In an instant, he was kissing Josuke again – hard and aggressive. Dominating, as though he were trying to devour the boy whole. One of his hands moved to hold Josuke’s hip while the other rubbed lightly over his clothed erection with just his fingertips, making Josuke let out a deliciously needy sound that Jotaro drank up happily.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Josuke,” Jotaro growled in his ear before biting the shell hard enough to make Josuke wince. “Last chance. If I really do get carried away, you're not going home tonight."
He could see the way Josuke’s eyes had partially glazed over, the way his bruised lips trembled, and how his thighs rubbed together for friction seeing as Jotaro’s hold on his hip wouldn’t allow him to buck into his nephew’s hand. And then he saw the grin that slowly spread over Josuke’s face, accompanied by the glinting eyes of someone who knew they were getting their way.
“Great.”