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Having Josuke over while Rohan worked only meant he was going to get distracted. At first, it was almost painful how much time he lost away from his precious manga while the boy was over—he would be spending so much time paying attention to him that it got to the point where he was no longer ahead. Rohan created manga right on time for it to be released. Maybe some would’ve been okay with it, but Rohan hated it. He wanted to be superior and have the leniency when he needed it.
Though, telling Josuke he would have to stay away was something the mangaka knew he couldn’t do. It wasn’t that he felt he would be heartless telling Josuke to go home, but he physically found himself unable to say such a thing. It was probably Rohan’s own unwillingness interfering, as he didn’t want the teen to leave at all. He still very much enjoyed having Josuke around, even if the boy wasn’t in his office and was instead just somewhere else in the house. It meant that he was always nearby if the older man ever needed him; a hug being only a few rooms away.
A comfort thing. Rohan never considered himself much of a person to enjoy cuddles and attachment until he had it with Josuke. By then, he was hooked.
Josuke was completely understanding when Rohan told him he needed some time alone to catch up on his manga. The idea the older man proposed didn’t force him out of the mansion and it was beneficial to him anyway. The young stand user could relax in the living room, watching TV, playing the gaming console he brought over from his house, and even bring Okuyasu over sometimes, Rohan had once said through gritted teeth, imagining all the obnoxious shouts and rough housing. Josuke was more than happy to comply with that. As long as when Rohan was done, the time he had left before he had to go home belonged to them, and only them.
And once after Rohan slipped his finished manga pages into the envelope to conclude his day, he only hoped that he wouldn’t find Okuyasu in the living room or Josuke playing his video games. It was a day where he just wanted to cuddle up with Josuke and relax—his brain was a little fried from how much he focused on his art.
Thankfully, he only found Josuke in the living room, and he was relaxed on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. Quietly, Rohan made his way into the room and when he approached the couch, Josuke’s eyes flickered up from the dim light of the television to the man wanting his attention, and with a smile he wrapped his arms around the mangaka’s thin waist and pulled him down onto his lap, both facing the only light in the room. Rohan had wide eyes at first from the fast movement, but soon he found himself relaxing into the younger boy, enjoying his warmth around him and the tight grip.
“Finished work?” Josuke whispered against his ear. Rohan shivered from the warm breath brushing against his skin, and he nodded, leaning into his boyfriend’s hold.
“Yeah. I’m about two weeks ahead now.” The smaller man looked ahead at the TV, watching two actors, a male and a female staring longingly at each other. “Is this a romance movie?”
“Yeah.” Josuke reached for the remote, but then hesitated. “That’s all right, right? I know you normally like romance movies.”
“This is fine.”
So they sat back and watched the movie together, quiet and soothed. Rohan was content on staying like this until he eventually fell asleep, but then his eyes widened from a warm pair of lips finding the spot beneath his ear.
Immediate shivers crawled up his spine.
“Josuke, what are you up to?” The kiss came again, soft and slow, and Rohan’s eyes had to be torn away from the kiss scene that was playing on screen. Could have it been because they were watching one that made the teen so inspired?
“Nothing,” He muttered, starting a trail of these kisses down the artist’s neck. It was at that point that Rohan was feeling ticklish from where the attention was going; he was very sensitive in a lot of places, and what Josuke was doing was causing him to feel a bit flustered. He felt he was maintaining himself well enough until he felt a hand slide up from his hip to the skin under his shirt, causing goose bumps to form where the ghostly feeling of his fingers lingered.
Rohan started to tense up as Josuke sucked on the skin at the base of his neck, his cheeks flushed as a wave of heat came over him. It was so easy to turn him on when Josuke nipped and sucked in these places, and the artist wasn’t going to deny he could feel the heat travel down to his groin. It didn’t help when the hand that had started to slide up his shirt came to his chest, where the teen’s fingertips danced along the plane of milky, soft skin until they happened upon the smaller man’s dusky pink nipples.
The older stand user whimpered and arched his back slightly when the teen’s fingers started to tease the flesh. He could feel himself growing harder from the attention, and it was probably very obvious from the way Rohan let out a pant when Josuke pinched at him, licking at the red spot he has left on the artist’s delicate skin.
“J-Josuke…” Now, neither of them were watching the TV. All Rohan could think about was how each flick and pinch and caress of his sensitive buds on his chest caused his pants to feel ever so tighter, and Josuke smirked against his shoulder as he lightly ground up against his rear, showing him his own growing arousal.
“What is it, Rohan?”
In response, the mangaka whimpered and moved his head to the side to expose more, and he pushed his hips back against Josuke’s. Josuke groaned lightly and held Rohan closer, nipping at another spot on his sensitive neck, dragging his hand slowly down his exposed stomach, stopping at the waistband before ascending again. The shivers and shudders and twitch in his pants made the manga artist whimper again, this time a needy sound.
When it was clear that Josuke’s hand wasn’t going to go where he wanted it to, Rohan huffed and brought his hand around to grip himself through his pants, a little desperate for the attention on his aching erection. Though just as he got there, Josuke’s free hand came around and grabbed his wrist, pulling it away and holding it up so he couldn’t relieve himself. Rohan groaned pitifully.
Smirk growing, Josuke ran his tongue back up Rohan’s neck and mumbled against him. “Needy?”
Rohan arched further, pressing his chest against Josuke’s hand, and his rear against his hips. He could feel how much Josuke was enjoying it, just by feeling the heated pressure in his lap.
“Josuke…!” Rohan was panting now, breathy and whiny, he needed the attention where he wanted it, it was becoming too much. He ground his ass into the other, rolling his head and peering at the teen with wet eyes. “Josuke please…”
The begging was everything the teen needed to throw him into the loop.
At this, Josuke suddenly stood up and pushed Rohan against the couch, one hand gripping the smaller man’s wrists to keep them forward and the other hand undoing his pants to push them down his thighs. Normally, Rohan would be feisty, but under this strong hold Josuke had on him, he could be nothing but desperate. He wanted more as he felt Josuke thrust his hips against him, grinding his clothed front against Rohan’s now exposed behind. It thrilled him further, but he didn’t have to beg. His lover was already back to undoing his own pants.
Hearing the sound of clothes being pushed aside, Rohan turned his head to see what Josuke was up to. They locked eyes for a moment, then Josuke’s drifted down to his hips, as if admiring, and inspecting. In thought. Rohan let him sit there and simmer on whatever idea he had for that second, but then his usual impatience started to boil up inside.
“What are you doing, Josuke? Are we going to do this or—” Josuke was already grabbing him, flipping him around and sliding him forward so his back rested against the seat of the couch with his ass hanging off.
“Hold on, I had an idea first.” Josuke dropped to his knees and grabbed the artist’s thighs, spreading them with certainty. “I’m sure you won’t mind.” His smug grin said it all to Rohan—he probably was going to enjoy it, and also Rohan hated how much he loved this stupid boy.
Licking his lips, Josuke slid a hand forward and gently brushed a thumb against Rohan’s pink, puckered hole. His eyes were alight with clouded excitement, and at the feeling of the ghostly touch Rohan shuddered and whimpered, pushing his hips down to emphasize his want. It made Josuke smirk, knowing Rohan was so under his spell.
“You make the most beautiful sounds,” The teen muttered before dipping his head in and kissing Rohan’s inner thigh. It was warm and it quivered at the touch; Rohan’s eyes staring him down, waiting and wanting. The kisses the raven-haired teen planted started to travel inward, more and more until he was just over Rohan’s entrance, breathing hotly over it. They watched each other, it was amusing to Josuke to see the other’s eyes flicker with a flash of desperation. Finally, he gave him what he wanted and he leaned in and licked a hot, wet stripe over his hole, in which Rohan arched and moaned lightly.
The reaction was like a sweet treat—leaving the younger craving for more, so he delivered another lick, then another, slower, taking his time and enjoying the way Rohan squirmed at the attention.
“Fuck, Josuke,” Rohan gasped, reaching a hand out to push against the back of his head, urging him on. Violet eyes flickered up at him, speaking volumes on their own, showing how hungry he was for the smaller man as his curious tongue lapped at him.
Josuke gave it a kiss before finally giving what Rohan wanted—he stiffened his tongue and pushed it into the tense muscle, getting a taste of the inside. He wiggled it in, feeling along the tight walls while his half lidded eyes watched his lover lose himself in the sensation. Rohan wasn’t new to being eaten out, but it was always a delight. How much he loved it, and the intense gaze boring into his own, it was so intimate and it turned him on so much. Josuke could see his cock twitch the more he pushed his tongue inside, sliding it in and out in its lapping motion to keep the pleasure rolling.
Only taking a moment to pull away, Josuke reached for the end table, opening the drawer to pull out a small bottle of lube they hid in there. They never used to keep these things in various places, until Josuke thought it would be great to take Rohan in almost all the rooms of the house. They had to be ready.
Rohan watched silently as Josuke popped open the cap and squeezed some of the clear substance onto his fingers. He threw the bottle aside as he rubbed his fingers together, warming the cool liquid until it was room temperature, then he brought it to Rohan’s little hole, prodding two against it to alert the artist.
With a smirk, Josuke spoke. “You’re looking very eager.”
“I want you to get back to doing what you were doing,” Rohan rasped, green eyes smoldering.
“Don’t you worry.” The young stand user breached him, pushing his two digits in slowly, feeling the way the tight walls clung to him. Rohan hissed, his eyes fluttering shut and he arched off the cushions. The angle suddenly became a little harder to deal with so Josuke took it upon himself to grab the mangaka’s legs, sliding them over his shoulders so he can lift him better.
Plunging his fingers in deep, then pulling them out only after a moment’s hesitation, Rohan flings his head back and moans when the teen’s thick fingers brush along his prostate. It takes him by surprise again when Josuke leans back in to start licking at him again, pushing his tongue in beside his fingers to stretch him further.
The addition had Rohan’s eyes wide, his one hand gripping the cushion he rests on tightly while the other rests on the back of Josuke’s head to keep pushing him in, his hips rocking to match the pace of the fingers. His pants and moans were like music to Josuke’s ears, his aching, neglected cock twitching at the sound. With one hand he starts to pump his own dick, continues to work its magic on his lover.
“Josuke, please…” Rohan was babbling, his lips wet with saliva, and his head tossing from side to side. He was lost in pleasure, and the dipping motion of Josuke’s tongue was almost too much.
“Please what?” Josuke panted. Rohan was sweating—he could feel the slickness of Rohan’s smooth, soft, shaking thigh against his cheek. He was soon about to quit this so he could get on with the sex but he wanted to get a little more reaction out of the man.
Rohan’s eyes focused on Josuke again, unsure of what exactly he was going to say, so in response the teen moved up and suddenly took Rohan’s throbbing erection into his mouth, bobbing his head soon enough to match his thrusting fingers. The sound that erupted from his boyfriend was enough to almost make him burst. The manga artist’s hips thrusted carelessly, wanting more of the fingers and more of the wet heat around him, making the poor boy almost choke, so after a harsh suck and a few more bobbing motions he pulled off and dragged his wet lips down his length and balls.
“P-please, I’m gonna cum…!”
“That’ll do,” Josuke huffed, pulling the fingers out with a slurp. Rohan laid melted on the couch, hand moving to his cock to give it some slow strokes as he watched Josuke pour some lube onto his own member.
Josuke wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, watching Rohan so wound up and desperate. His cheeks were flushed red, lips parted with harsh, hot pants coming through, hair tussled…he was a beautiful mess.
“This is what you want, Rohan?” The younger man purred, leaning up again so was leveled with Rohan’s hips. The question, while meaning to be a tease, gave a little life to Rohan, and he scowled lightly at the boy.
“If you don’t get inside me quick I’ll finish on my own. I’m already so close…” To emphasize, he squeezed his hard cock, a drop of pre-cum beaded on top and looking so delicious to the teen. He wasn’t going to do anything about it though.
“All right, I get it.”
Josuke pushed his hips forward enough to press the head in, then in one, fast thrust he delved inside of the smaller man, his hands gripping his hips impossibly tight to deal with the sudden change. Rohan wasn’t any better—he cried out, arching yet again, fingers clawing into the fabric beneath him as if his life depended on it. He pushed into the pressure, because even with discomfort it was what he was craving so bad. His body felt hot with desire and he remained stiff and still as he waited for the stretch to adjust.
Josuke stared down at his boyfriend’s face, all tinted pink with glossy eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from gently cupping his face. Rohan blinked, a wave of affection overtaking him, and he rested against the caring palm, kissing it. It pulled Josuke’s heart strings—enough that it had him leaning down and capturing the artist’s lips for himself, kissing him tenderly. It surprised the smaller man a bit, but he kissed back earnestly; parting his lips soon enough to deepen it. Josuke let the moment take over, pulling his hips back to push back in. The action caused Rohan to moan out against his lips, his legs moving up to instinctively wrap around the bigger boy’s waist. Josuke pulled away to breath and steady himself, arms reaching out and gripping the back of the couch. He started an easy pattern; thrusting deeply so every inch of his flushed flesh stretched the older out with each plunge.
Rohan’s moans started light and airy, his body rocking against the sofa and loving it all. His legs tightened the more time went on, wanting more of what the younger boy could give, and he readily gave it to him. Each motion was heavy, more and more Rohan was starting to lose himself, his head tilting back with his mouth open to release all his sounds. His exposed, slender neck looked delicious to the raven-haired male, and he couldn’t help himself from leaning down again and planting some open-mouthed kisses along it.
In response, the artist wrapped his arms over the other’s shoulders, holding himself closer, his voice raspy as he moaned. Their sweaty bodies rubbed together in their rhythm, both of their skin alight with what felt like fire. It was incredibly hot, Josuke thought as he sucked a hickey into the crook of the mangaka’s neck.
Through time it started to fall apart. Josuke couldn’t keep it together, his thrusts becoming ragged much like his hair as Rohan dragged his fingers through the back of it. Rohan wasn’t in any better shape; he was only holding onto himself by a string, so close to orgasm. He was whimpering for the final push, and it wasn’t like he needed to tell the other in words. Josuke gripped his dick and pumped him quickly, not caring to match any pace but just enough to complete his boyfriend.
Rohan cried out and dragged his nails down Josuke’s back, tightening all around. “Y-yes…! Josuke, I’m c-cum…!” He didn’t have much of a chance to finish his words before he lost himself, spilling out white liquid warmth over the teen’s hand and his own stomach. He rode out his orgasm by rocking his hips down over and over, milking the other boy, whereas Rohan’s orgasm ended, Josuke thrusted harshly into him and released himself.
The both of them held onto each other and groaned loudly. Josuke, with pleasure wracking his body and Rohan feeling so turned on feeling himself being filled. If he hadn’t just came, this surely would’ve made him.
It’s not until they’re both laying long-ways on the couch with the semen wiped up that they say anything, Rohan laying on top of Josuke as they slowly regain their breathing.
“You know, I was just coming out here to watch a movie with you,” Rohan mumbled against Josuke’s sticky chest. It earns him a nice slow backrub and a chuckle from his boyfriend.
“Sorry if I ruined your night then. Though you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.”
The mangaka chuckled airily. Josuke shivered from the breath. “You didn’t ruin my night, it just didn’t turn out like I thought it would.”
Out of curiosity, Josuke spoke again, while gently playing with stray hairs on Rohan’s head, “What would you have rather done?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
The younger smiled. “I guess it is.”