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“Hey, Caesar?”
At Joseph’s call, Caesar lowered his newspaper to look his partner in the eye. It was an uneventful afternoon, and they were sitting together in comfortable silence in the living room of their shared apartment. Caesar was catching up on the news stories he hadn’t been able to read in the morning before work, and Joseph had gone from reading one of his countless comic books to playing with one of his silly toys – a Kendama, it was called. He still played with it as he requested Caesar’s attention, eyes following the ball as he carefully flung it around and played at catching it in different ways. Being five years into their relationship, Caesar was used to Joseph’s antics, and knew that despite his apparent focus on the game, Caesar also had his attention.
“What is it, Jojo?”
“If we got married… who would take whose name? Would you take mine?”
Caesar raised a brow. “Caught up on what-ifs again, are we? No, I wouldn’t. Sorry.”
Joseph pouted. “Hey, how come? Well, I get that your name’s important to you, but what if we hyphenated? Caesar Joestar-Zeppeli?”
“Well, we could do that. But, I suppose as women take their husband’s names, it should be the man’s name first, so it would actually be Zeppeli-Joestar.” With that, he shook the newspaper out to straighten it, looking down at the paper and waiting for Joseph to take the bait. Feeling Joseph’s overly-offended stare, he couldn’t help but grin.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?”
“I think the implication is quite clear,” Caesar said, turning a page. “If anyone in the relationship is the man, it’s me.”
Joseph scoffed, letting the Kendama ball fall down and swing to and fro as he thrust his hand forward to point at his partner. “See, you’re always saying that sort of thing! You’re so obsessed with gender roles, it’s crazy! It’s 1944, you know, don’t you think that sort of thinking is a bit backwards?”
It was Caesar’s turn to scoff as he raised his head, looking at Joseph. “You’re one to lecture me about respecting women, Jojo. I don’t recall ever talking or even thinking about Lisa Lisa the way you did, back when–”
“Okay, okay,” Joseph cut in, “I get it, and people can change! What I’m trying to say is you’re always talking about who’s the man between us. It’s like you still can’t accept that we’re both blokes, and that this is a very, very homosexual relationship!”
“The reason I say I’m the man, Jojo, is because I work far more than you.”
Joseph pouted, putting the toy on the coffee table and folding his arms. “Sure, but I’m still the breadwinner.”
“You were born into wealth,” Caesar deadpanned. “I used to be a homeless orphan.”
“Okay,” Joseph said, raising a brow, “but… you also cook the most.”
“And?” Caesar questioned, quirking a brow.
“And… you know, that’s what wives do.” Joseph shrugged one shoulder.
Caesar barked a laugh, pointing an accusatory finger. “Gender roles! Men can and should cook for their partners.”
“Alright, fine,” Joseph said, “then… I’m on top the most!”
Caesar’s smile fell, leaving him staring at Joseph incredulously. “Excuse me?”
Joseph grinned, cocky, like he did when someone walked right into one of his elaborate traps. “You want to decide who takes whose name based on who the man is, right? More often than not, I’m giving it and you’re taking it. There you go, Caesar Joestar-Zeppeli! Your insistence on gender roles has bitten you in the arse!”
“Uh, no,” Caesar denied flatly. “I get what you’re saying. But it’s just… so unequivocally false. I top far more often than you do.”
Joseph leaned forward, eyes bulging. “What!? You– You can’t seriously believe that!”
“I do,” Caesar said truthfully. “The last… What, three times? The last three times in a row, I’ve been on top.”
“No, you haven’t!” Joseph argued. “On Monday, we went out for dinner to that new place, and we did it in the shower, remember? I was on top!”
“Oh, I guess you’re right,” Caesar recollected. “Then the last two times, and most times in general.”
Joseph barked a laugh of disbelief. “Hah! You’re so deluded by your Catholic brain, it’s actually crazy.”
Caesar folded his newspaper, slapping it onto the coffee table and angling Joseph with a dangerous look. “And what do you mean by that?”
“I mean, some part of you deep down is still trying not to accept that you’re into being sodomised, and so you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you’re the ‘man’ in a relationship between two men, based on a metric that isn’t even remotely accurate!”
Caesar scowled, standing as anger bubbled in his chest. Joseph knew better than anyone how to push his buttons. “Really? Should we put it to the test, then?”
A sudden excitement flashed behind Joseph’s eyes, and then it was gone before Caesar could blink, barely a microexpression. It was replaced by determination as he stood, stepping into Caesar’s space, their chests nearly touching. “Oh, yeah?” He goaded, cocky. “You want me to prove it to you?”
Caesar snorted, narrowing his eyes. “What, prove you’re the submissive?”
In lieu of response (because he was clearly losing the argument), Joseph roughly grabbed Caesar by his plain white, long-sleeved button-up and kissed him hard. Immediately, Caesar was kissing back, his cheeks flushing as they wasted no time re-introducing their tongues to one another. Caesar’s hands pushed Joseph’s tight-fitting striped T-shirt up, grabbing the man’s exposed waist hard and letting fingernails dig into skin. Both men groaned into the aggressive kiss, teeth knocking together and grazing against lips, until Joseph bit a little too hard. Caesar broke the kiss, hissing in pain.
“Cazzo, it’s a kiss, you don’t need to tear my lip off!” Caesar chided, glaring up at the man. All the same, he felt arousal spurring.
Joseph swallowed, dragging his hungry gaze reluctantly from Caesar’s swollen, slightly bloodied lip to meet his green eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “You alright?”
Caesar licked the light cut, the blood metallic on his tongue. “I’m fine.”
“Good, because you look so hot,” Joseph said with a grin. “Here, I’ll heal you.” With that, he began Hamon breathing.
Caesar leaned in, rudely interrupting with another passionate kiss. Joseph let out a strangled moan, but impressively maintained his breathing even as he returned the kiss and began to untuck Caesar’s shirt from his navy slacks. As they kissed, Caesar felt the familiar, electrifying touch of Hamon course into him from his lips, closing the tiny cut in a matter of seconds.
Caesar pulled back, glaring at Joseph as he clutched onto his slim waist. Joseph had all but refused to train Hamon after the Pillar Man ordeal, falling back into his lazy ways and relying on his natural intuition or recollection of years-past training whenever he needed to utilise the power. And yet, he’d just healed Caesar’s lip on the first try – through his mouth, no less (though it wasn’t the first time either of them had conducted Hamon to each other from their lips, as they’d inevitably found very gratifying uses for doing so, but it was the first time Joseph had healed Caesar in that manner).
Joseph grinned. “What, are you gonna say, ‘You continue to impress me, Jojo’?”
“You…” Caesar stopped himself, the experience of living under Joseph’s uncanny insight allowing for Caesar to catch himself before he completely fell into the man’s trap. It did piss him off anyway, though, so he planted his palms on Joseph’s chest and shoved him back onto the L-shaped couch.
Joseph landed with a soft ‘oof’ , smirking dangerously as Caesar climbed atop his lap to straddle him and continue their heated kiss. He worked his hands into Joseph’s hair, yanking the man’s head this way and that to angle their kiss as he attacked the man’s mouth, meanwhile Joseph was frantically undoing Caesar’s buttons and roughly tugging at his shirt. Caesar broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside, and Joseph did the same for his. By this point, Caesar’s pants were straining, and it felt like Joseph’s were the same.
Joseph laid his mechanical hand on the small of Caesar’s back, running the other hand up and down his form, over the dips and curves of muscle, devouring Caesar with his gaze. “I should just fuck you right here, like this,” he said, breathing heavily as he let his fingertips brush over Caesar's hardening nipples. “See how long you can bounce on my cock before you give out, then I’ll just wrap my arms around you and fuck up into you like a toy.” He raised his eyes to meet Caesar’s, grinning wildly.
As good as that sounded, Caesar snorted, grinding down on Joseph’s clothed erection and re-threading the fingers of one hand into the scruffy hair on the back of Joseph’s neck, earning a content sigh from the man. “That’s not what you want, Jojo,” Caesar purred. “You’re all talk, and that’s the end of it. You talk a big game so that it’s more satisfying for both of us when I fuck you stupid, face-down on the couch.”
Joseph’s eyes burned with need, his grin widenening past his canines, and it was beautiful. “Oh, easier said than done, my dear Caesar…” The palm of his hand slid down over Caesar’s abs to his groin, gripping his erection through the fabric and eliciting a small gasp from Caesar. “One of these days, you’re gonna have to own up and admit just how badly you love being absolutely destroyed by my dick."
Caesar bit back a moan, desire flaring up in his abdomen as he ground down against Joseph again. He dropped his hand from Joseph’s hair, instead frantically undoing his belt with practised precision and speed. The sight made Joseph’s eyes widen a fraction, the man being obviously just as desperate as Caesar by this point.
“Alright, Jojo,” Caesar began, “let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.” With that, he stood, removing his belt and letting his pants fall. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, before pushing down his underwear and doing the same. Joseph boldly stared, fumbling with his own belt and wiggling his dark pants and briefs down to his ankles and onto the floor. Caesar climbed atop him, angling himself above Joseph with one knee on the back of the couch, gripping the back of the man’s hair once again.
Joseph’s eyes became half-lidded, idly working his own erection as he stared at Caesar’s, his face plastered with a dumb smile. “I’m not really following that analogy, y’know.”
“Shut up,” Caesar hissed, pulling the man’s head forward to meet with the hard cock awaiting eagerly.
Joseph complied, opening up to take Caesar into his mouth, but he still somehow seemed defiant as he glared up at Caesar, giving him that ‘this is all part of my genius plan’ look. Caesar just huffed, rolling his eyes and bucking his hips slightly in warning.
Joseph moaned, letting his eyes close. As he kept stroking his own cock, his prosthetic hand slid up Caesar’s thigh to grab at his ass, cold metal fingertips dangerously close to Joseph’s goal. Caesar grabbed the man’s wrist, wrangling his arm away and guiding it to his hip, instead. “Watch it,” Caesar warned. Joseph rolled his eyes at the man before closing them again and taking him in deeper.
Caesar knew Joseph had a trained gag reflex (the reason given was that it was simply another one of his ridiculous party tricks he’d learned at some point), and so before long, he was holding Joseph’s head in place with one hand in his hair and fucking his mouth. Joseph’s brow was furrowed, his eyes shut tight as he took it, pumping himself in time with Caesar’s thrusts. Clearly, Joseph was unbelievably turned on, and Caesar had already won.
As the pleasure began building a little too high, he pulled out, letting out a groan at the jaw-dropping sight of his face-fucked partner. Joseph fluttered his eyes open, coughing as he looked up at Caesar through his thick lashes, the saliva coating his lips clinging to the head of Caesar’s dick.
Caesar petted down Joseph’s unruly hair, his other hand holding the base of his own cock and tapping the head on Joseph’s swollen bottom lip a few times. “You take me so well, amore mio. Shall we take this to the bedroom, and I can give you what you want? Hm?” He lowered himself down onto the couch besides Joseph, legs a little sore from the awkward position. Apparently, he’d have to train harder, he noted distantly.
Joseph cleared his throat, sitting further upright and looking at Caesar as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sure, if you’re ready to get dicked down.”
Caesar blinked, genuinely surprised by Joseph’s stubbornness, somehow. “What–”
Before he could speak, Joseph had shoved Caesar onto his back, and was crawling atop him, pinning his wrists down to the couch and mouthing at his neck. Caesar growled in frustration, face flushing with shame as arousal shot through his body and straight into his dick. As Joseph bit into his neck, Caesar arched his back up off the couch, writhing and struggling underneath the bigger man.
“You bastard, pezzo di merda, unhand me!” Caesar cursed. “Asshole…!”
Joseph only hummed, his grip on Caesar’s wrists unrelenting as he ground their erections together and worked on marking Caesar’s neck with a new bruise.
Caesar moaned under him, his hips bucking up of their own free will and moving along with Joseph. He felt his strength being sapped away, his legs flailing aimlessly until one subconsciously wrapped itself around Joseph’s back for leverage. His attempts to break free from the man’s grip didn’t stop, but they were becoming half-hearted as Caesar realised just how much it excited him to have his dominance physically stripped away from him.
“Mm, what’s wrong?” Joseph asked, catching on immediately and lifting his head to meet Caesar’s eyes. “You’re not fighting back as hard anymore. Giving up so easily?”
Caesar scoffed, turning his head away and avoiding Joseph’s gaze. “Fuck you,” he spat.
“Not tonight, I'm afraid!” Joseph grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
Caesar wrinkled his nose up, turning his head away and avoiding the kiss in a show of defiance, hoping to rile Joseph up further and keep the energy going.
Joseph paused, drawing back a little further and furrowing his brow. “What, am I gonna have to hold your face steady so I can kiss you?”
Caesar didn’t respond, and then Joseph’s prosthetic hand was on his face, over his chin and gripping his jaw. Joseph tilted Caesar’s face up, leaning in dangerously close, but stopping mere inches away. Caesar finally met the man’s teal eyes, expecting them to be burning with lust – and they were, but they were also laced with concern.
“Caesar,” Joseph began, uncharacteristically gentle. “Is this okay? We don’t normally do things like this.”
The unexpected softness threatened to melt Caesar into a puddle. Oh, how he loved Joseph Joestar, and how he'd be reminded in the most unexpected ways. “Yes, o-of course,” he insisted, coming off a little too eager for his own taste. “You know I would tell you the moment it was not.”
Joseph smiled sincerely. “Good, just making sure.” Then, his eyes darkened, smile becoming a smirk and his voice dropping low. “So, you admit you like this, huh? You like when I hold you down and take what I want?"
Caesar blushed a bright red, beginning again to struggle in earnest against Joseph’s strength. “Cazzo, you…!”
Joseph laughed, rolling his hips to grind their cocks together as he fought against Caesar’s struggle. “Wow, Caesar! You act like you’re totally in-charge, but at the end of the day, you’re just a dirty wh–”
Caesar broke free of Joseph’s grip, surprising the man and cutting him off, and at once the two were full-on wrestling in the nude. Caesar managed to get Joseph onto his back, laughing triumphantly, but Joseph wrapped his arms around Caesar and dragged the two of them off of the couch and onto the rug, knocking the coffee table askew. He was grinning wildly, wrapping his thick thighs around Caesar's waist and locking them at the ankles as he turned them over, now straddling Caesar again. Caesar struggled, though he couldn’t help but keep laughing at the ridiculous situation, the wide-eyed glee in his partner’s face endlessly entertaining. Caesar wriggled himself free of Joseph’s arms, making a move to counter-attack, but Joseph expertly manoeuvred himself behind Caesar, both of them now laying on their sides as Joseph put Caesar in a chokehold. At the same time, his erection pressed into the cleft of Caesar’s ass, reminding both of them of the motive behind this sudden struggle.
“Just like when we used to train, huh?” Joseph said with a giggle, breathing heavily.
“I don’t remember being naked when we wrestled,” Caesar pointed out, his voice unsteady.
“I did pop a boner a few times, if I’m honest,” responded Joseph.
Caesar was so taken aback he stopped struggling for a moment. “What?”
Joseph seized the opportunity without missing a second, almost like he had planned for Caesar’s reaction, pushing the man down onto his front and climbing on top. He kept him pinned down with his entire body weight, angling his cock to grind down between Caesar’s ass cheeks, arms wrapped around his chest. All Caesar could do was gasp as his split-second moment of negligence was completely exploited – something he should have come to expect, by now. That’s how it always went with Joseph.
“Yeah, heh,” Joseph breathed into Caesar’s ear, rutting against him. Unfortunately, it was making the prospect of giving in very appealing to Caesar. “One or two times when we were sparring, specifically wrestling and that kind of thing, I got hard. It was so embarrassing! Guess I was good at hiding it, but it meant you’d win because I’d suddenly tap out. Are you gonna tap out this time, Caesar?” Before even letting him answer, Joseph brought two metal fingers up to Caesar’s mouth, hooking them in with a cocky grin.
Caesar moaned, refusing to close his lips around the digits even as his dick twitched in response, begging for release. The infuriating drag of Joseph’s cock over his hole threatened to drive him mad as he imagined being fucked right there on the floor, right beside the couch. It would be degrading, filthy, animalistic, and it was turning him on very much.
“I asked you a question,” Joseph pushed, nipping at Caesar’s ear and sending goosebumps down his neck. “You want it, don’t you? Go on. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Caesar.”
Caesar whined, relenting. “M-mnh, yeah,” was all he could get out with the fingers in his mouth, though he nodded for emphasis.
“Yeah?” Joseph prompted.
Caesar shut his eyes, embarrassed. “Yeah...!"
“Hehe, alright!” Joseph pulled his fingers out, standing and stepping over Caesar towards the hallway that led to their bedroom. “You stay right there, I’ll go get the lube and fuck you right there on the floor, ‘cause I think you’d get off on that.”
Caesar scowled, his face becoming red-hot. Was he so easy to read?
As Joseph padded away, though, Caesar had other plans; he waited until Joseph disappeared into the hallway before getting up and following quietly. Each step fell as lightly as he could make it as he followed the other man into their bedroom, unseen and unheard.
Joseph bent down to open the second drawer of his nightstand, pulling out the lubricant – and freezing in place when he felt an arm wrap around him from behind, followed by two wet fingers rubbing circles around his hole.
“C-Caesar, hey…!” Joseph protested, gasping as Caesar licked a stripe up the back of his neck to sink his teeth in. At the same time, Caesar was slowly inserting one finger, up to the first knuckle.
“Hmm?” Caesar hummed, smiling against Joseph’s skin as he kissed the forming bruise. “Is there a problem?”
Joseph stayed where he was, lube in one hand, gripping Caesar’s arm with the other. “Y-You… are such a dick…!”
“Oh? So you don’t want this, then?” Caesar purred in a deep voice, working the finger in deeper and crooking it where he knew to. “Do you want me to stop?”
Joseph squeezed his eyes shut, blushing to the tips of his ears and digging his fingers into Caesar’s arm. “F-fuck,” he groaned, letting his head fall forward. “Shit. You play so fuckin’ dirty, you son of a bitch.”
“Tell me you want it, Jojo."
“...I-I want it, Caesar.”
“Oh?” Caesar chuckled, moving his arm down to wrap his hand around Joseph’s cock and stroke it. “So easily? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
“S-Sun Tzu once said, ‘he who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious’, you know.”
“And you’ll be ‘victorious’ because this was your plan all along, right?” Caesar mused. “You probably just wanted to rile me up and get a good fuck out of me. I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“If that really was my plan, i-it worked, didn’t it?” Joseph grinned.
Caesar snorted, pulling his finger out. He grabbed the lube from Joseph’s hand, putting the bottom end of the bottle in between his teeth so he could free both hands in order to grab Joseph’s shoulders and bend him over the edge of the bed. As Joseph let out a small yelp of surprise, Caesar laid one hand flat on his back to keep him pinned down, the other retrieving the lube from his mouth and using his teeth to pop the lid open. He squirted it down directly onto Joseph’s hole, earning an offended gasp from the other man.
Joseph turned his head to glare daggers at Caesar, squirming slightly under the man. “Okay, I already gave in! Cold lube!? Overkill, much!”
“Shut up,” Caesar said in response, clicking the lid back into place with a thumb before putting the bottle aside on the bed. He scooped up the lube that had begun dripping too far down, sliding it back up to where he needed it and sliding in his middle finger.
“A-Ah,” Joseph let out, gathering fistfuls of the duvet beneath him. “Y’know, for someone so experienced by now, I’d expect a little more tact in your fingering technique.”
Caesar frowned. “Tch. You want me to be gentle after you had me pinned to the floor a minute ago?”
“You can make it feel good without being gentle, you know,” Joseph said, his tone getting on Caesar's nerves. “Aren’t you meant to be skilled with those fingers– ah!”
Joseph was cut off as Caesar pulled his finger out only to swiftly bring his whole hand down on Joseph’s ass, hard. It left a satisfying red hand-print, which began to show as Caesar pushed two fingers back in. “I told you to shut up,” he chided coldly. “You are such a damn brat.”
Joseph smirked, pushing his ass back into Caesar’s fingers. “You love it,” he said confidently, though behind the facade he seemed a little stunned. Good, Caesar thought, not missing how red Joseph was in the face.
Before long, Caesar was thrusting three digits in and out of Joseph, the man whining and squirming beneath him. “Caesar,” Joseph pleaded, “h-hurry up and fuck me already!”
“Not if you ask like that,” Caesar said simply.
Joseph groaned. “Please?!”
Caesar chuckled. “Good boy,” he said, earning an eye-roll from Joseph. Caesar grabbed the lube bottle, pouring some onto his hand to warm it up before spreading it over his cock. “Get comfortable,” he instructed, “on your front, though.”
Joseph stared at him defiantly for a moment before sitting up, saying, “I’m gonna go get a towel first.” Caesar nodded, and Joseph hurried to the ensuite, retrieving a white bath towel and crawling back onto the bed. Caesar watched as Joseph grabbed a pillow, but rather than laying his head on it like Caesar expected, Joseph moved it further down and draped the towel over it, laying atop it so his ass was propped up. Caesar couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of such a gorgeous man lying in wait for him like that, his body a work of art that only one man was allowed to appreciate.
“Fuck,” Caesar breathed, joining him on the bed and angling himself accordingly. “You’re so beautiful, amore mio, such a sight to behold. You’re perfect.” As he spoke, he let his hands trail down Joseph’s back, admiring the light sheen his muscles gained from the trail of lube left on Caesar’s hand.
Joseph lifted his head up, looking back at Caesar over his shoulder. “Caesar, if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to god…!”
Caesar huffed, gripping Joseph’s hip with one hand and aligning himself with the other. With one thrust, he sunk himself into Joseph, completely knocking the wind out of the man in the process. Caesar himself couldn’t help but let a moan tumble from his lips as the tight heat enveloped him.
“Oh, fuck,” Joseph groaned, “fuck! Caesar…!”
“I-Is that what you wanted, Jojo?” Caesar grit his teeth, gripping with both hands now and rolling his hips without giving Joseph a break. “Are you satisfied?”
Joseph shook his head. “I-I won’t be satisfied ‘till I can’t talk,” he said, cheeky, knowing how vocal he was in the bedroom - and everywhere, for that matter. “Good luck achieving that!”
“Oh, you know I like a challenge, Jojo,” Caesar said with a smirk. He held himself up above Joseph, propped up by an arm on either side of the man beneath him, and fucked him into the mattress unforgivingly, fired up and determined to make Joseph forget his own name.
“Fuck, I-I’m close, Jojo…” Caesar whined, his fingers digging into Joseph’s waist as the man rode him. “Mi sento così bene. Tu sei così buono con me…!”
Joseph grunted, grabbing Caesar’s wrists and tugging them away from his hips with ease. He leaned forward, pinning them onto the bed beside Caesar’s head, leaning down close to Caesar’s face to give a sadistic, toothy grin.
“You wanna cum, Caesar?” As he asked, he slowed the movement of his hips to a painfully slow drag, halting the build of Caesar's pleasure all-too suddenly.
Caesar threw his head back, gritting his teeth in pure desperation as he was violently yanked away from the edge he was just about to cross. “Fuck! Seriously!?”
“I said, do you want to cum?”
“Yes!” Caesar shouted, voice hoarse as he bucked his hips uselessly. “Yes, please, God, per favore, please, Jojo!”
Joseph chuckled, quirking a brow. “Do you admit defeat?”
“Fine, whatever, just keep moving, I don’t care!”
Joseph grinned, wide and triumphant, giving Caesar a cute peck on the lips and releasing his wrists. As soon as he did, Caesar’s hands were gripping Joseph’s ass, fucking up into him fervently as Joseph moved against him. Within moments, Caesar was cumming, his mind going white and mouth falling open as he saw stars. His voice filled the room as his nails bit into Joseph’s skin, and Joseph clenched around him and rolled his hips with the clear intent to milk Caesar of every last drop.
“Fuck,” Caesar breathed as he became increasingly sensitive, “f-fuck, Jojo, I’m– I can’t–”
Joseph sat up, fixing Caesar with a wide-eyed stare as he wrapped a hand around his own cock. “Think you can try holding on until I cum?”
Caesar whined, but he nodded. “I-I’ll try...!"
“Good boy,” Joseph said with a smirk, and Caesar didn’t give a shit about whatever fight for dominance Joseph was still clinging onto. He’d stopped caring the minute he was balls-deep in the man. Caesar clenched his jaw as Joseph continued to ride him, pumping himself rapidly. Caesar writhed under Joseph frantically, the sensitivity sending convulsions through his whole body and making him cry out, but luckily Joseph pulled off only moments later, groaning as he finished onto Caesar’s sweat-slicked stomach.
Joseph collapsed on his back beside Caesar, and the two simply laid there quietly, catching their breath. Caesar idly wondered if Joseph would let him play with his asshole a little more, now that he’d finished inside it. Perhaps he was perverted for it, he thought, but that was one of his favourite parts.
“Hey, Caesar,” Joseph said with a yawn, “what were we even fighting about again?”
“Uhh…” Caesar shut his eyes, recalling. “Oh, surnames. Who would take whose, or rather, whose would come first when hyphenated.”
“That’s right!” Joseph said, turning onto his side and cuddling up to Caesar. “So, since I won in the end, it’s Zeppeli-Joestar. Heh.”
Caesar furrowed his brow, fixing Joseph with a puzzled look. “What?”
“What?”
“Don’t you mean Joestar-Zeppeli?”
“Uh, no,” Joseph said, “Zeppeli-Joestar sounds better.”
Caesar couldn’t believe his ears. “You– You were arguing that your name should be first…! You wanted it to be Joestar-Zeppeli, and I was the one arguing in favour of Zeppeli-Joestar!”
“No, that can’t be true,” Joseph argued, “‘cause why would I pick the one that sounds worse? I think I know what I said, Caesarino.”
Caesar felt as if he’d burst a vein. “You didn’t even remember what we were arguing about!”
Joseph snorted, closing his eyes. “Well, whatever you say, I guess. Zeppeli-Joestar it is!”
“No,” Caesar said, “you don’t understand how pissed off I am about this. You are genuinely wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter, Caesar,” Joseph infuriatingly said without a care in the world. “I won our little sex-fight, so I’m choosing Zeppeli-Joestar. Let’s go get our names legally changed to that.”
“You bast– wait, huh?” Caesar’s face softened. “You actually want to do that…?”
“Yeah,” Joseph nodded. “We could wear rings too, and have a wedding. Who cares if it isn’t legally recognised? Let’s just… get married anyway!"
Caesar blinked, stunned, his heart skipping. “Are you proposing to me?”
Joseph grinned, opening his eyes and lifting his head to look at Caesar. “Yeah, I guess I am. Will you almost-marry me?”
After a pause, Caesar laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Who the hell proposes with cum in their ass, Jojo?”
Joseph laughed along. “Me, evidently!”
Caesar shook his head. “Well, my answer is no. Try again properly, and we’ll see.”
Joseph’s smile grew wider, eyes shining like he was already planning an elaborate proposal.