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Kakyoin loves admiring his work.
Jotaro is laid out beneath him in the dark, illuminated only by the glowing, lime-green tentacles of his Stand that bind his wrists above his head, that fold his legs at the knees and keep them spread. He can nearly smell the adrenaline pumping through Jotaro's system, dulling his mind and intensifying the sensations, muscles moving like pistons beneath taut skin as another slick tendril teases low between his legs.
Kakyoin strokes a hand affectionately across his cheek, tracing his jawline and feeling his teeth clench and release against the pressure of his jaw. It was harder when Hierophant Green was unwound like this, but if he focuses, he can feel the slight sensation of skin brush and slide across himself.
"Fight or flight isn't unfamiliar to you, Jotaro," He notes casually, as if conversing about the weather. "But what do you do when you can't do either, hm?"
Hierophant's tentacles briefly tense around his body, a reminder of the position he'd been put in. "You go belly-up and surrender? Is that it? You lay yourself out so well for me."
"F-fuck you," He pants. "Fuck me--Gh!" He's cut off by a sharp snap of one of Hierophant's tentacles against a pectoral.
"Not yet."
It took a while to get Jotaro to this state, but oh, was it rewarding. Kakyoin considered it a small honor that the other trusted him enough to let him wear his guard down like this. The two of them were more often than not on the same wavelength -- And even when things got heavy, Kakyoin was always watching, always hyperaware, pushing boundaries but never breaking them, teasing and playing but never judging. He knew when too far was too far, and Jotaro’s pride appreciated it infinitely that he usually didn't have to vocalize it.
Another tendril cracks against Jotaro's chest, leaving yet another sharp, red mark littered with the rest, and this time, he hears the other's voice release into a rough, throaty moan, and he grins -- He knows from experience that it meant his mental barriers were almost completely down.
Kakyoin slides back, and he feels Jotaro's cock barely lean against the curve of his ass, and just the slight contact is enough to drive the larger man back into a state of defiance.
"Touch me," He demands with a snarl, green eyes wild and sharp enough to pierce skin, and Kakyoin wants to tease and stoke that fire as high as it will go. It just made it all the more satisfying to watch it smolder.
He responds with a cool look before giving him a sharp slap across the face.
"Don't tell me what to do."
Jotaro quite nearly roars in frustration in response, his arms twist and yank and thrash, headboard pounding against the wall and shaking the frame to the point that he's positive the bed just travelled a couple centimeters further across the floor.
It’s a useless struggle. Hierophant holds fast, keeping him secured. Kakyoin is outwardly unimpressed, but he reaches his hand back behind him, blindly tracing a gentle line on the underside of the other's sensitive, dripping head, and all at once Jotaro goes slack against the restraints, focusing on bucking his hips and trying desperately to get more friction where he wanted it most.
"So wet, Jojo," He sing-songs. "I might be able to take you just like this."
He smears the precome down the shaft (and god he was wet, though that's to be expected -- He'd been teasing him like this for over an hour), and Jotaro throws his head back, exposing the long, corded column of his neck, blissing out on the sensation and hypersensitive to the touch.
Hierophant tightens around his thighs, and Kakyoin starts shifting himself back. Jotaro knows what's coming next, and his lungs shudder weakly with anticipation. Preparation is short -- He's barely able to crane his head to watch Kakyoin smearing himself with his own pre, and even then he can't see much – Just his slender, pale arm moving behind himself.
Kakyoin lifts onto his knees, positioning himself above his cock and sinking down in one smooth movement, and that was it -- He watches Jotaro's eyes blow wide, dialate, and roll back, body going boneless beneath him.
Kakyoin hums, smiling down at him through his own lustful haze to rub his cheek. "You're so good, Jojo, you're so cute when you're like this. Let me take care of you."
He starts slow, rolling and grinding his hips and taking the time to take pleasure for himself -- He rides his prostate, tugging on his own neglected prick to get himself going before he picks up the pace, dragging himself up along the length and snapping his hips down. Jotaro's mind was miles away, swimming in adrenaline and pleasure and want and Kakyoin can feel Jotaro's thighs shaking, his fists clenching and unclenching, his breath completely unable to keep his voice from filling it anymore.
He was undone, completely, and Kakyoin loved every second of it. He feels like he could never get enough of this rough rhythm they had. Jotaro slicks him from the inside, but there's just enough drag to make him sore in all the best ways.
Kakyoin's glad that Jotaro’s so sturdy when he puts his hands on the other’s chest and uses him for leverage to fuck himself. The sounds coming from the two of them are obscene -- skin on skin, ragged pants and shouts, and Kakyoin grabs a fistful of black hair, bending in half to roughly pull their mouths together, twining tongues and sharing breath.
He feels Jotaro's teeth bite down on his lip just shy of hard enough to draw blood, and Kakyoin pulls his face back, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"S-so mean... That really hurt, I'm tak—Ah – Taking… such g-good care of you, a-and you're still being so obstinate? Well, that won't do."
A slick tendril traces up Jotaro's thighs, winding patterns and ducking between the other's legs. It's thin and tapered and lighting up the sensitive nerves on the inside of his thighs, pressing and prodding the base of his balls like a warning. Jotaro's pupils are dialated and unfocused, and when it traces his hole Kakyoin hesitates at how little resistance there he finds, and suddenly he isn't sure whether he's pushing Jotaro too far.
He pauses in his movements, leaning forward to tap his pointer finger against Jotaro's cheek, signaling the other boy for brief attentiveness. Jotaro already knows what he's asking, though -- He offers a brief, shaky nod.
The slick tine breeches him, slipping in and swelling against the tight heat, rubbing carefully into his prostate. Jotaro's entire body shudders when Kakyoin resumes his pace, moving in time with the tendril inside of him, and Kakyoin has to slap a hand over his mouth before Jotaro wakes the entire goddamn floor.
Both of them were close, though Kakyoin knew Jotaro would probably break before he did. He spits into his palm and wraps a hand around his cock, losing his careful rhythm as he pushes them closer, closer, so close --
Something behind him shifts and Kakyoin instantly becomes aware of three things at once.
The first is the sound of the hotel room door being kicked open. The second is the flash of faint purple that signifies an oncoming shitstorm. The third is that he has approximately half a second to move before he's torn to pieces.
"What the fuck?! What the hell are you doing to Jota--"
"ORA!" THMP-KKRCCHHT.
Kakyoin didn't even remember untangling Hierophant, or how he ended up on the floor, but when he looks up from the side of the bed in numb shock there's a fresh, Polnareff-shaped hole in the drywall across the hall outside their room.
Jotaro is sat up on shaky arms, and he shoots Kakyoin the single most panicked, bewildered expression he thinks he's ever seen or ever will see on him again.
... Oh my god. He subconsciously summoned Star Platinum.
The three of them stare blanky at each other. Polnareff's nursing both a bloody nose and his own uncomprehending brain, and just when the situation couldn't get any more insanely awkward, he hears pounding footsteps rounding the corner. One -- No, two pairs.
"Polnareff! What the hell happened?! Abdul and I heard --" Joseph skids to a stop in the doorway, with Abdul not far behind.
A beat.
Joseph, bless his heart, takes the door and silently pulls it shut.
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Kakyoin's mind is currently cycling through all of the ways he could have Hierophant off him to avoid having this conversation.
He and Jotaro are sat side-by-side on the hotel bed the next morning. Jotaro looks mildly frustrated, but otherwise as cool and unphased as always -- Not that Kakyoin can really see him between the hands his face is buried in. There were no words to describe how little he desired to have this conversation.
Joseph stares down at both of them for a few solid seconds before breaking out into warm, shoulder shaking laughter.
"…I'm a bit out of my depth, here!" The old man admits. "Call me a product of my time, I guess, but this is about the last thing I expected to be dealing with on this trip. Kids these days, I guess."
Abdul mumbles something about ‘completely inappropriate usage of Stands’ from the corner of the room, but Joseph holds a hand up.
"Let them be, Abdul, it's not hurting anyone. ... Though, Jotaro, was punching Polnareff in the face really necessary?"
"Yes."
"Jotaro."
"... He startled me."
Joseph sighs. "... Well, I suppose it can't be helped, then. ...Oi, Kakyoin."
The older Joestar puts a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and he swallows thickly, makes himself at least take his head out of his hands, if only out of respect. "... Sir."
"Hey, don't sweat it so much! I know you're a good kid and we were all young, once. Enjoy your youth while you have it. Just, uh. More quietly, if you will."
He cringes, but nods. "Yes, sir. ... I apologize for --" Fucking your grandson. No, bad word choice. Uh -- "... Inconveniencing. Everyone.”
Joseph snorts. "Well, I guess that’s one way to phrase it.”
“… Good grief. Quit making this worse, old man.”
“Ugh, can you believe this, Abdul? They’re still a couple of damn stiffs!”
“I thought we agreed to leave me out of this.”
Kakyoin’s face returns to the safety of the palms of his hands as the bickering picks up.
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The drive that day is mostly spent in silence. Kakyoin is daydreaming out the window and trying to keep his mind occupied, and every so often, Jotaro nudges their knees together. It's a small reassurance, but it's enough to make him smile. The secret they’d tried so hard to keep under wraps was out of the bag, and he couldn't have thought of a worse way for it to have happened if he tried, but somehow he felt that they would be alright.
Polnareff snickers from the driver's seat. "... So, Jotaro."
"... Mm?"
"Kakyoin tops, eh?"
"-- Jotaro! Stop kicking the seat! Do you want Polnareff to run us off the road?!" Abdul hollers as the entire car starts shaking.
"Shut the fuck up! You're all damn annoying!"
Kakyoin has to laugh, despite himself.
Yeah, they were going to be just fine.