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There was a reason why professors told their students to keep their phones off during class. It was easy for students to become distracted by a call or a text from a friend. Josuke didn't often get messages from anyone during his class hours, but either way, he really should have followed the rules.
His pocket vibrates from his phone receiving a text message in the middle of a lecture, and he looks up and around cautiously before bringing it out to check whatever it is someone sent. It's a message from Rohan, and he's not entirely sure why the man is even texting him in the first place. It's not like they hated each other any more, and while Rohan still kept some grudges, it could be said that they were at least able to get along now.
Even so, when Josuke opens the text message, he is definitely not expecting to get a picture of a row of panties-- lacy, silky panties of different colors, patterns, and designs. They were all something one would probably find from an expensive lingerie shop. Before he could even process the fact that it was Rohan that sent this to him, another text appeared under the picture.
What do you think?
It hits him then. Josuke's eyes open wide and he leans back in his seat, causing the old wood he's sitting on to creak loudly. A few classmates turn to look in his direction, and he smiles nervously and shrugs. There's no way Rohan accidentally texted the wrong person, it wouldn't be like him at all. Why on earth did Rohan have to be so... unpredictable at times? He curses at the man under his breath while typing out a response.
what the hell am i supposed to think???? its womens underwear!
Josuke gets a reply almost instantly, and he's embarrassed at how his hands fumble while trying to unlock his phone.
Just tell me which one you like.
What a weirdo. But still, Josuke scrolls back up to take a better look at the undergarments lined up in the picture. There was a dark blue one, with thin, white stripes, and lacy edges that initially caught his attention. (Though really, it was the tiny bow in the middle of the waistband that did it for him. Josuke always appreciated the little things.)
the blue one is cute. also why???
He turned back to listen to his professor drone away about the respiratory system, but his full attention is gone. His leg is quickly bouncing up and down, curious and anxious to see what Rohan's response would be. When his phone vibrates once more, he looks down at the small screen and nearly chokes when he reads the message.
So I can wear them, of course.
He never should have replied. Josuke could not afford to lose his focus right now, and it's ridiculous that picturing a man (he maybe has started to develop feelings for over the years,) in women's underwater is the one thing distracting him like this. Seriously, of all the times... thankfully, today was just a review lecture and he didn't actually have to attend. He had to get out of the lecture hall before he makes a fool out of himself in front of the entire class.
Morioh was miles away from the university, and if he could have things his way, he'd be at Rohan's house right now confronting him. Instead, he made his way back to his apartment near the school, half hard, and hoping no one on campus noticed his reason for rushing. Josuke threw his keys aside the moment he locked the door, and flopped onto his bed in the next room. After taking his phone out of his pocket, he made quick work of removing his belt and unzipping his jeans, and pushed his pants down to his thighs.
Rohan didn't have much of an ass to begin with, being as slim as he was, (that, and the fact that Josuke's checked him out enough times to tell) but that didn't stop Josuke from imagining the way it would look covered in those cute little cuts of lace and silk. He reached over for his phone to get a better look at the different kinds of panties in the picture he was sent, and found he had received yet another message from Rohan. He probably didn't notice his phone vibrate while he was jogging.
He had a feeling the message was going to be Rohan laughing at him or taunting him, to tell him the whole thing was just a joke to get a rise out of Josuke while he was in class. He was not at all prepared for a picture of Rohan's torso and waist, laying flat on his bed, covered by nothing else but the dark blue pair of panties that Josuke told him he liked. His body was sprawled across the sheets comfortably, and while his face wasn't a part of the picture, he was clearly unashamed to be wearing what he was. Underneath the picture was the message:
Like what you see?
God, did he ever. He tapped on the picture to enlarge it, while palming his cock from outside of his boxers, trying to sear the image into his mind. Nevermind the panties he wore, Josuke had never seen Rohan's body like this before. Bare chested with his dusky-pink nipples standing at attention, and the way his long, hairless legs bent so that his knees touched in a coltish, shy manner... Josuke could only imagine his smug little grin, acting all playful for him...
"Oh, fuck it."
Josuke reached for the "dial" key next to Rohan's name and number, and brought his cell to his ear. The phone rang about four times until he was greeted by Rohan's voice.
"Josuke," he heard the man hum, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Rohan, you-- nngh, ass," he gritted out, "why did you send me that?"
"What was that about my ass?" He can hear the snark in Rohan's voice, and wishes he could be at that house right now to hold him down and... and, well, do something about it.
"Fuck you," Josuke spat, "don't avoid the question."
"I was just bored is all," Rohan said innocently. "It's my day off, but it's raining so--"
"Bullshit. You were 'bored' so you-- uhhn, fuck, you send me a pic of you wearing panties?"
Rohan is quiet on the other line, at least until he hears him give a "tsk."
"My, my," Rohan cooed, "Was my little picture really that arousing for you? Tell me-- are you touching yourself right now?"
"'Little picture' my ass," Josuke growled. "And so what if I am?" Fuck if Rohan never lets him live it down for the rest of his life. He's the one that started it with that picture anyway... there's no way in hell that Josuke wouldn't get himself off with that.
"Talk to me then... what are you thinking about?"
Josuke hesitated. Was this seriously about to happen? Is he really being given the chance to have phone sex with Rohan right now? His breath turned heavy at that thought as he continued to rub himself from the outside of his boxers.
"I-- ah, I-I'm..."
"Use actual words if you can, Josuke."
"Sh-shut up, I--"
His hand stills the moment he realizes that he's never actually talked dirty before. It always seemed too cliché and tacky in porn, and he never found the appeal. He just hoped it wouldn't turn Rohan away. "I-I've never... not like this, um... wh-what should I say..?"
"Whatever comes to your mind. Tell me what you want to do to me."
"Oh, I... your mouth, I'm thinking about your mouth on me."
"You want me to suck your cock?" Rohan teased. "Because I would if you asked. I'd love to take you in my mouth."
Holy fucking shit, this was really happening. While he did want to ask Rohan out eventually, he never thought that he'd be getting with him this way. The thought of Rohan swallowing his cock was more than enough to get him going again. With his initial nervousness disappearing, he pulled out his now fully interested cock, and swirled his thumb over the tip.
"Fuck yeah, Rohan," he gasped, feeling his arousal return tenfold. "And your body is so-- ah, you look so smooth and pale, I wanna touch you, I wanna leave marks everywhere."
He could hear Rohan's breath hitch at that, and by the unmistakable sound of a waistband snapping from the phone, he knew that the man on the other line was just as interested as he was. The hand Josuke was using to hold his phone to his ear was gripping on impossibly tight. He figured he'd probably break his phone in some way by the end of this, and pressed on the "speaker" key on the screen before setting the phone next to his head on the pillow.
"Don't stop, Josuke, tell me more."
Pre-cum began to form and dribble down the head of his cock, and Josuke caught and used each dewy drop to slick himself up. His other hand slid under his shirt to skitter his fingers over his chest and abdomen, pretending that it was Rohan's hand, feeling and appreciating his body. "Shit, Rohan... the things I'd do to you..."
"Yeah? What would you do to me?"
"Mmmh, as cute as they are, the first thing I'd do is rip those panties off of you. Can't do much unless you're all wet and loose for me."
Even through the phone, Rohan's moans sounded delicious. Josuke could feel himself really getting into it now, and had no problem with continuing.
"I'd spread your legs and eat you out until you're begging for more... lap you up inside and out and push my fingers in when you're wet enough. And then I'd fuck you so good, baby," he whispered. "You probably like it fast and rough, don't you?"
"Josuke--"
"Don't you?"
"I-- ah, yeah..!"
"I'd like that too. But I wanna give it to you nice and slow first. Get you used to my cock before I slam it into you..." he licked his lips and matched the pace of his stroking to his own description. "I'd get as deep as I could go-- yeah, I'm sure you could take it all."
Josuke pauses to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming, and tries to focus more on hearing the other man's reactions rather than his own pleasure. But, hell, as if that helped any... the sounds Rohan made was his pleasure. Josuke could hear him whine on the other side, and decided to continue, turning it up another notch after he calmed down a little.
"Lay you on your back and give you a slow, sweet, fuck... god, has anyone ever done you like that before, Rohan?"
"Nghh-- n-not like that, no..."
"That's right. I know you... you always have to be in control. But I can tell you like to lose it a little in bed, huh?"
"Mmmn, yes," Rohan admitted breathlessly. The slick sounds over the phone became louder and more frequent. Josuke could hear the creaking of Rohan's mattress and some shifting on the other line, and he knew for sure that Rohan was fucking himself now.
"Are you still wearing those panties?"
"Not anymore."
"Good. How are you touching yourself?"
"I'm using my fingers," Rohan panted. "I-I have three in... I'm so close." He sounds completely ragged, and it makes Josuke pump his own cock faster.
"Are you gonna cum?"
"Yeah," he's full-on whimpering now, high-pitched and breathy, "Josuke, I-- ah, mmmnh ohh fuck..!"
Josuke hears him make strangled noises and soon enough, Rohan was gasping for air to catch his breath. The sound of him cumming pushed Josuke closer to his own orgasm, and he spoke up first to break the silence.
"How was that? Feel good?"
"Yes, oh god..." Rohan mumbled. "But you're still not finished yet..."
"A-ah, I'm getting there--!"
"I can tell..." Rohan purred. "You were right, you know, I do like it rough."
Josuke can't even come up with any kind of response other than a strained grunt. Rohan sounded so warm and pleased, he could practically see him spread out and satisfied in the afterglow.
"After you make love to me Josuke, I want you to really fuck me."
"O-oh Rohan, fu-fuck, I need--"
"Bend me over any flat surface and give it to me hard and fast. Would you finish inside me and fill me up?"
Josuke lets out a desperate "Uh-huh," and groans louder than he intended.
"That's what you want, isn't it? You're like a dog wanting to mark your territory, aren't you?"
His mouth is open slack-jawed, he's drooling slightly and certainly panting like a dog now. Josuke starts bucking his hips upward, fucking his own fist as if it was Rohan's ass seated right on his dick. "R-Rohan, I'm gonna--!"
"Cum in me, you dirty boy."
Josuke squeezes his eyes shut as milky-white cum erupts from his cock, shooting onto his hand and shirt, and spilling over to ruin the sheets covering his mattress. It's too good, and he can't even begin to make a sound to express it. He shivers through the remaining moments of bliss, feeling over-sensitive and unable to move any part of his body voluntarily, but still savoring the fact that he made Rohan cum, and vice versa. Before speaking again, he waits for his own breath to even out.
"We really should have done a video call."
The low chuckle Rohan gives in response is like music to his ears. "Maybe some other time."
Josuke starts to drift off to sleep in the mess he's made, knowing he'll regret not cleaning up right away when he wakes up, but can't bring himself to care at the moment. Rohan is still on the other line, probably exhausted as well, and Josuke is pleasantly surprised that he hasn't been hung up on yet. And before he passed out, he has to know why.
"Rohan?"
"Hmm?"
"Um... why did you send me those pictures?"
He hears Rohan let out an amused puff of air before answering him. "I would have thought it'd be obvious by the state we're both in."
"Well I mean, do you like me, or was this just for sex?"
"A little of both."
"So you do like me."
"I... suppose you can interpret it however you want."
Josuke can't stop himself from smiling at Rohan's answer. It wasn't direct, and he figures Rohan won't ever admit it out loud, but knowing him, this is as good of a confession as he'll ever get.
"How about I take the train and stay over this weekend?"
"I wouldn't refuse... if you think you're able to live up to your words."
"Well then. It's a date."
~
That weekend, Josuke returns to Morioh to stay at Rohan's place. Before Rohan can even properly greet him once he's through the front door, Josuke picks him up, carries him to bed, and does everything he described over the phone and then some. It's only after they're completely exhausted and wrapped in each other's arms, do they talk about their relationship.
~
Josuke is in class on a warm, Spring afternoon, trying his best to not fall asleep through his professor's microbiology lecture. He's scribbling all over his notes to keep himself awake, when his pocket vibrates. His heart does a somersault when he sees that he has a message from Rohan. Now that they've finally sorted out their feelings and are actually dating, he's gotten used to the regular messages and calls from him. They talk about their day, what they're having for dinner, upcoming events, and just general couple stuff.
The message he gets this time is a picture Rohan had taken of himself from his full length bathroom mirror. His cheeks were a light tinge of pink and his hair was a mess, but he looked comfortably rumpled, like a kitten that had just stumbled out of bed. He was wearing Josuke's t-shirt, one that had his whole name printed on it. It was large on him, and the collar of the shirt drooped low revealing his clavicles, covered in hickeys. The shirt was long enough to cover his body to just above his thighs, and revealed long, bare legs that were littered with love-bites from Josuke's last visit home. It was more than likely that Rohan wasn't wearing anything underneath the shirt.
Looks like you forgot something.
Of course Rohan would figure out he's possessive in that way. Josuke bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, and glances at the date and timestamp of the message. It was only Tuesday... he was about to have a very long week ahead of him.