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Rohan spent a long minute looking between Josuke and his Stand, from one to the other and then back again. Josuke stood behind him expectantly with a wide, stupid grin on his face and Crazy Diamond knelt on the floor, hand raising in shy greeting when Rohan kept glancing from side to side, waiting for Josuke to deliver the punch line.
But Josuke was waiting for Rohan to say something, so finally he pinched his nose in exasperation and sighed very heavily.
“When I said I wanted a fucking machine, this is not what I meant.” Rohan refused to be moved by the ever-so-slight dejection he saw in Crazy Diamond’s usually impassive face as he turned to his boyfriend.
“I mean... it’s not inaccurate, is it?” Josuke’s grin slowly lost its sweetness, turning to something sharper, something that had Rohan shivering before he could stop himself. “I seem to remember a certain someone saying he fucked like a machine. Don’t you want to try him out, babe? We’ve been practicing!”
That filled Rohan’s head with a series of mental images he couldn’t begin to examine over the emotions bubbling in his chest. A ridiculous amusement, of course, but also lust blooming fast and hard. He still remembered the last time he’d had Crazy Diamond inside him, and yes, maybe he had said something to that effect, but curse Josuke for reminding him.
“I’m glad you remembered what I wanted, Josuke, but you seem to have forgotten why I wanted it.” He grumbled a bit, crossed his arms, and tried not to think about the implied weakness underlining what he needed to say. “It was supposed to be for research, not fun. If you’re the machine, I won’t be able to focus, and I doubt you’ll be able to control yourself.”
“Like I said Ro, we’ve been practicing.” Josuke tossed something in his hand, not even phased when Rohan realized the brat was tossing his work camera like a goddamn baseball and violently grabbed his wrist. “I can take the pictures, and Crazy D will fuck you just like you want. So if you can’t focus, you’ll have the camera to make up for it. That sound good?”
Rohan put up a convincing fight on principle, but still ended up on his hands and knees in a matter of minutes. Just to test the height, of course. He hadn’t even taken his pants off. Josuke looked far too pleased with himself as he checked the settings on the camera, and Rohan was so distracted by his baseline indignation when it came to Josuke playing with his things that he was completely unprepared when Crazy Diamond grabbed him by the hips and started to gently roll into him.
He bit his lip to keep a traitorous moan from escaping, but Josuke’s thumb gently tugged it free before going back to messing with the camera. He was too proud of himself, and the worst part of it was that he should have been. Rohan could feel that he had been practicing, whatever that was supposed to mean, but it had ended up with Crazy Diamond being absolutely perfect. His motions were precise and controlled, the same force and distance every time. He suspected it would have been better than the real thing, but if Josuke wanted to hear that he had to earn it.
“This will do,” he muttered as if he couldn’t feel himself growing hard already. He doubted Josuke would be able to stick to his work, but then again, he always (infuriatingly) did the exact opposite of what Rohan expected. So, if he expected Josuke to fail, and he didn’t... Well, he simply couldn’t pass up the chance for his research.
Crazy Diamond slowed and then stopped when Rohan reached behind and squeezed his thigh. He slipped his suspenders off his shoulders and let his pants fall to his knees before either Josuke or his Stand could rip them off— repairing power or not, the sound of expensive fabric tearing like paper had become an unfortunate constant in his life and he wasn’t about to let it ruin his mood. Josuke or Crazy Diamond at the very least seemed to have gotten the message based on how gently the Stand removed the rest of his clothes, his touches soft and lingering.
Rohan huffed and spread his legs wider once he was completely naked. Thinking about the anatomy references he’d get from this endeavor overrode any humiliation he would have felt as he glanced back and wiggled his ass in silent command. If there was any proof needed to see how a Stand was not entirely their user, it was clear in how quickly Crazy Diamond understood and followed his commands. Josuke, on the other hand, needed guiding.
“You’re not getting paid to sit there and gawk,” he snapped to cover up his moan as Crazy Diamond started to push inside. He was already slicked up, but Rohan couldn’t find the brain cells to be annoyed at Josuke’s confidence over how much the stretch burned. And of course that just made his body all the more sensitive when Crazy Diamond started to thrust at his mechanic pace, leaving Rohan no time to adjust. It was perfect.
“Oh, I’m getting paid for this? Thanks, babe.” Josuke focused the lens and started from the side, the gentle click of the shutter punctuating each slap of skin. Rohan shot him a glare out of the corner of his eyes, even more frustrated to see that Josuke seemed barely phased by fucking Rohan by proxy of his Stand. He was completely focused on what he saw through the camera, his heavy breathing the only indicator he was remotely turned on besides the tent in his jeans.
“You’re getting paid in free eye candy,” Rohan muttered. “Eat up.” He shifted his weight, breathing deeply and trying to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach. There was something intoxicating about how practiced Crazy Diamond was, forceful and measured, especially compared to Josuke’s excited and uneven thrusts. Really, the only thing he was missing was a remote, but Rohan was sure something could be arranged. For now, he reached behind to tap Crazy Diamond’s hip, urging him faster as Josuke laid down on the floor to get a new angle.
“Don’t... touch,” Rohan gasped when he felt Josuke’s fingertips ghost over the tip of his dick. He tensed up, clamping down on Crazy Diamond’s cock, which only made it feel bigger as the Stand kept his pace at all costs. He was close, but he was sure he couldn’t cum without being touched, and he didn’t want to spill early. Not when Josuke was examining him like this, circling like an excited puppy while Rohan was stretched and filled over and over again.
Rohan hated to be proven wrong at all, but so quickly was adding insult to injury. His core had been coiling tighter and tighter, but his climax still blindsided him. It was too early to stop when Crazy Diamond slammed into his sweet spot, nevermind the tidal wave of pleasure sweeping over him. Worse still was the sensation of being fucked through his orgasm, just like a machine, Crazy Diamond barely bothered by Rohan’s muscles tightening around him like a vice. Heat buzzed beneath his skin as the pleasure began to split, the echo of the old clinging onto the new and ratcheting dangerously high.
Josuke’s Stand only faltered when Rohan’s arms wobbled and he slid onto his elbows for a second, slowing down in the same mechanically consistent way. Rohan could have choked him for it, but he was too busy spreading his legs wider, staring into the abyss of overstimulation that only made his heart beat faster. When he looked up at Josuke, at the flushed, mesmerized look on his face, Rohan resolved to not lose and jumped.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered, “no matter what. Harder.”
Josuke opened his mouth, but given whatever look was on Rohan’s face, he seemed to find it safest to obey.
—
It was taking everything Josuke had to not lose control, which he felt he deserved at least two medals for. One for him, one for Crazy D— it was only fair, given all the work he was putting in. Hands on Rohan’s hips, his own slamming into Rohan’s body again and again with uncanny precision.
It had taken a while to get the tempos just right, and it seemed all his secret training was really paying off. Rohan looked like a disaster, sniffling and drooling as he fought to keep his arms steady. He could act as proud as he wanted, but he’d asked for harder, and he was getting harder. Josuke didn’t do things halfway, and Crazy Diamond was a shining reflection of that same drive. One he intended to capture in as many photos as possible, if he was being honest. He wanted Rohan to look at the roll for his art references and remember this.
“This is a really great angle, Ro.” Josuke got down low and snapped a picture, frowning when he checked it and saw only Rohan’s smooth arm. Of course it was pretty, but it wouldn’t do for Rohan’s purposes. He lowered the viewfinder and made a bit of a face, which was probably overly theatrical considering Rohan was too wrecked to properly look at him. “Hey, you’re blocking the view for yourself. Don’t worry, I can fix that.”
He grinned when his Stand moved his hands from Rohan’s hips to his wrists. Before Rohan could have even thought to protest, his mind as scattered as it was from the force of Crazy Diamond’s thrusts, his arms were being pulled back and out of the way. Josuke brought the camera to his eye again and snapped another series of photos, trying not to lose focus with how much deeper Rohan was taking him now.
“Much better,” Josuke murmured. He sat back up to take a good look at Rohan’s face, inhaling sharply at how beautiful he was. His soft fingertips stroked Rohan’s jaw as he leaned in to kiss the corners of his eyes. His lips were salty when he pulled away. “Why are you crying, baby? Is it good?”
“S... so good,” Rohan forced out. “I can’t, Josuke, it’s too much.” His eyes rolled back when Diamond’s cock hit his prostate and he screamed as he came for a second time, tears streaming down his face even harder. When Rohan’s head started to drop, too heavy for his pleasure-melted brain to support, Josuke put the camera to the side and held it up for him. He knew he could get a third orgasm out of Rohan, him and no one else, and Josuke was determined to see it.
“You’ve got this. You’re almost done,” Josuke said him sweetly as he kissed his cheek. Even though his skin was so soft, every gentle press felt like a burn, and Josuke only stoked the flames higher. “You’re doing so good, Ro. You only need me, right? Me and Crazy D? No fancy machine?”
“Yes,” Rohan slurred desperately. His fingers wrapped around Crazy Diamond’s arms where they could reach, leaving little desperate indents on Josuke’s sleeves. “Please, Josuke, can’t... again.” Another noise tore from his throat, a delicious cross between a sob and a moan. Josuke wanted to hear it again, his cock throbbing in his pants, untouched and aching. As much as he wanted to touch, all of this was about Rohan. The only pleasure Josuke needed was his.
“I think you can.” And if Josuke believed it, then he willed it. He held Rohan’s face gently, wiping his tears with his thumbs and his mouth. Crazy Diamond didn’t stop for anything, just like Rohan had ordered, fucking him back to hardness soon enough. He could almost feel the buzz under Rohan’s skin beneath his fingertips, threatening to break free with how gone Rohan was. His mouth hung open, a wordless stream of half-formed pleas and full moans. “One more time and I’ll turn your machine off for you. Promise.”
Rohan made a noise that might have translated as liar, but his scream drowned the rest of it out when Crazy Diamond hit his sweet spot again. Josuke kissed his face all over, burying his ragged breathing in the angles of Rohan’s jaw and the curve of his lips, softened by how swollen they were. He was close to falling off the edge himself, and it was taking everything to make sure Crazy Diamond’s hips didn’t start to stutter and lose their focus.
“Ro, cum for me,” Josuke gasped right in his ear as he pressed a desperate kiss to the corner of Rohan’s jaw. He pulled away and watched Rohan’s glazed eyes blow wide at the first sign of Josuke’s control faltering, his fingers tensing. “Come on, baby, please?”
Rohan’s mouth opened but the sound that came out of it barely felt real. His face froze in a mask of indescribable pleasure, and only then did his shattered cry escape. It went straight to Josuke’s cock and unraveled him completely. Rohan’s body went completely tense, holding onto Crazy Diamond’s cock inside with all the strength he had left as it filled him up, and then he slid off and into Josuke’s arms bonelessly.
Crazy Diamond followed behind, checking over Rohan worriedly. Josuke smiled and smoothed his hair back, trying to catch his breath and ignore the damp patch on the front of his jeans. The feeling of Rohan leaning his head on Josuke’s chest was much more important.
“So, you wanna keep it, or should I make a return?” Josuke took the rag Crazy Diamond held out and reached out, gently wiping Rohan’s legs clean.
“S’good,” Rohan muttered, which was barely a sentence or even a word, really, but good enough for Josuke. He hummed softly as Crazy Diamond handed him fresh rags and a blanket, and Josuke flashed him an appreciative thumbs-up.
“Good news,” he laughed as he stood up with Rohan, “sounds like the boss says we can toss out your receipt.”
The face Crazy Diamond made in response to that was probably the funniest thing Josuke had ever seen in his life.