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Kakyoin had responded immediately. Jotaro had been calling him to Morioh, needing his strategic abilities to solve a case. Although...he couldn't accept it. After their trip to Egypt, the way Jotaro had appeared to avoid him...the way he had married, without even telling anybody. Without telling him. Had a child, even. After everything they had experienced together.
Not that he was mad at the poor girl. She was part of Jotaro and he couldn't help but care, dare he say, about anything that was part of him. Although her father seemed to be so distant.
It was getting dark; the quiet walk they took by the seaside right in front of the suite rented for them by the SWF was coming to an end.
It was Kakyoin who broke the silence.
"Why...why did you run away? Why did you leave me?" he said, almost breaking apart.
Jotaro then quickly replied, "I didn't leave you. I would never do tha-"
"Bullshit!"
Both of them were taken aback by the sudden outburst. Kakyoin’s chest heaved with emotion.
“Do you know whom I woke up to see when I recovered from my injuries? Nobody. You weren't...you weren't there."
He clearly didn't know that Jotaro had been there the whole time by his side while he was in a coma, not that the taller man had ever clarified that. Instead of explaining that to him, Jotaro said, "That's because your parents had already found out about your position. I would have been only another problem to deal with-"
"Stop it! Stop with these continuous excuses!"
Jotaro was now panting too. He looked at the other man.
"Don't you understand Kakyoin?" he erupted. "Don't you understand you almost lost your life because of how close you were to me?"
But he wasn't accepting any of it.
"And don't you understand you are hurting everyone by being so absent? You are even...hurting your own daughter!" Jotaro couldn't help but notice how the final words sounded more like a broken moan, and Kakyoin's eyes were averting his gaze. He was holding back something, that's for sure. But yet again, could it be...
"What do you want?" the redhead interrupted his train of thoughts. He knew Jotaro wasn't expressing something. He just couldn't explain why, but he felt it in his bones. Was Jotaro really happy about a marriage from which he was constantly running? He noticed how frequently he was avoiding answering the phone, never even mentioning his wife's name. Not even once.
"What. Do. You. Want?" he said again.
"It's not that simple."
"What do you want?"
"It's not that simple!"
But Kakyoin wasn't having it. He slowly approached the taller man. Then, to the surprise of both parties, he hit him in the stomach.
Seconds, minutes, maybe hours or days passed by; then Jotaro punched the shorter man in the face which sent him sprawling on the soft ground of the beach.
Just like that, Kakyoin responded by grasping Jotaro's ankles and knocking him over. Now they were both on the sand, fighting and punching each other. Their hat and glasses, respectively, fell away. Only their shouting could be heard, and in the distance, the sounds of the sea.
All of a sudden Jotaro stopped, panting and sweaty. While topping Kakyoin and blocking him by gripping both of his wrists, he said with a broken voice, "You really wanna know what I want?"
The distance between them grew shorter and shorter, their fast exhalations mixing together. Kakyoin's beautiful amethyst eyes flickered with anticipation.
And in the blink of a second, he kissed the other man.
Afraid of being rejected as a partner and as a friend, with tears in his eyes, he almost pulled away....only to be seized at the jaw in mid-air by Kakyoin's soft hands.
He couldn't believe what was happening; his heart almost skipped a beat.
The kiss deepened like that, but soon it grew more impatient. More ravenous.
Jotaro, without breaking the contact, lifted the shorter yet muscular man up into his warm embrace. He carried him into the hotel room, lowering him onto the big bed.
In a moment he was on top of Kakyoin, muttering his name "Noriaki" with hunger and desire. Their tongues met and played together, moans of excitement escaping both of them.
"Jotaro...Jotaro!"
He smelled of cherry mochi, which reminded him of those moments in the past when they had always shared a hotel room. He didn't care if that was just lotion; it was his smell and his smell alone.
He could no longer resist, and peppered Kakyoin’s neck with kisses after licking it. He then carefully proceeded to undress their shirts and jackets.
They kept rolling over the bed, almost as if fighting for dominance while their arousals bulged in their pants more and more.
Jotaro had repressed his feelings for too long. It was now the moment to give Kakyoin the attention he had always deserved.
They were fully naked now, Jotaro being on top of the smaller man.
His open-mouthed pecks trailed over Kakyoin's body, and he whispered words of love and adoration over any scar he could find, especially the bigger one on his lower abdomen, to which he dedicated several kisses. All of this was too much for Kakyoin, and his arousal couldn't be ignored any longer.
Jotaro grabbed his cock, stroking it gently and slowly. Spitting on it, licking and then sucking with all the care in the world, as Noriaki, a moaning mess, pulled at his hair.
But Kakyoin had different plans, and with a fast movement he flipped them over, so as to be atop the other man. Like a desperate animal, he wanted Jotaro all for himself.
After everything they had been through, after everything they had shared, touching each other came as naturally as breathing.
Jotaro was nervous; he could sense that.
"It's okay" Kakyoin inquired with a whisper while cupping Jotaro's cheek, the desire and vulnerability in his aquamarine eyes making Noriaki's chest clench. "It's my first time too with a man; I've never done this befor-"
"It's not that," Jotaro interrupted him.
"I need to tell you Noriaki...I'm in love with you. I have been for the past ten years, that is." Tears of fear--fear of rejection--were now trickling down the bigger man’s cheeks, no more restraint on them. Jotaro closed his eyes, trembling at the mere thought of what he had done. Declaring yourself in bed…that's the proper way of getting exposed like a fool.
Kakyoin, without emitting a sound, pulled his hand away from the taller man. "This is it," Jotaro thought; he had ruined it. He was ready to leave, but certainly wasn't prepared to see Kakyoin reaching out and pressing his warm lips on his own. This time their kiss was less vigorous; a gentle, light touch one could barely feel.
Jotaro stared at the other man in awe, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Don't you get it, silly? I love you too," said a blushing Kakyoin. "I have since the day I first met you" he declared, while hugging Jotaro, an embrace that he gladly reciprocated.
Soon enough their potent lust started kicking in again, their clinch quickly replaced by traveling hands and wet smooches, their members impossibly hard.
But it was Kakyoin who initiated it. After having stretched the bigger man's hole with his fingers, delicious groans coming from him, and having his own cock properly licked once more, he brought his shaft next to Jotaro's entrance.
"Tell me if it hurts; I'll stop immediately."
Jotaro just nodded with closed eyes, still unable to look at him, too afraid to screw this up. Kakyoin, resting a hand on his face again, said in a hoarse voice full of wanting, "No fear tonight, only love." At that, Jotaro immediately calmed down.
The first thrust was slow, just a way of testing the waters, and yet it sent a shock of intense pleasure through both men.
The second was filled with hunger and longing. The third…abrupt and ardent.
Once they set up a pace everything however felt heavenly. Jotaro's hardened erection was rubbing against their abs.
Kakyoin kept pushing as Jotaro followed him, a dirty dance that was their secret to keep. This moment was theirs and theirs alone.
"I love you," muttered Noriaki, panting with a hoarse voice. "I love you too," replied Jotaro, overwhelmed by his lover's beauty and passion.
They came together, undone.
Minutes passed. As they regained a bit of composure, they discovered themselves entangled in a hug so strong it almost hurt. Never letting go of each other, not anymore.
"I won't leave again; I swear."
"I know you won't."
Noriaki fell asleep on Jotaro's chest as he brushed his fingers through those lovely red locks.
The rest of the night passed by, and as the first ray of the sun hit Jotaro's sleepy face, he had already made up his mind. He was going to sign those divorce papers.