The Kujo house was quiet, but for the creaking of wooden boards underfoot. Jean-Pierre Polnareff snuck to the corner of the hall and peeked around one last time, making sure nobody was back early.
“Psst! Polnareff! How's it look?” whispered Noriaki Kakyoin from five meters behind, absent-mindedly rubbing at the scars under his eyes. After another moment of quiet, Polnareff finally turned back and gave him a thumbs-up, smiling broadly.
“We're clear!” he whispered back, despite knowing that there was no fear of being caught. He leaned over, catching sight of Jotaro Kujo, who had peeked out from in his room, and gave him the affirmative signal, as well. The three young men walked hurriedly back into Jotaro's room and closed the door behind them.
“You're sure nobody's home?” Jotaro rumbled, adjusting the hat he always wore, even indoors.
“Sure, I'm sure! Your mom and Avdol went shopping, and Mr. Joestar tagged along with them, so we're good for at least two hours or so. And it's not like Iggy will give us any trouble, he's sleeping in your mom's room.” Polnareff leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
“Well, then, gentlemen, in that case I'd say it's about time we got started.” Jotaro and Polnareff's eyes were dragged to Kakyoin, who stood in front of the door with a rather sinister-looking grin. He was a bit shorter and quite a lot thinner than the other two, but there was a certain menace to his smirk that put tiny chills down their spines.
“Ugh! God, you're so creepy when you get like that. Why are you like this?” Polnareff complained, averting his eyes. Kakyoin arched an eyebrow, but responded only by smiling even more as his stand appeared behind him.
Hierophant Green's tendrils started snaking out towards the other two men, and before long, they had begun to wrap around their limbs. Kakyoin walked casually to the chair by Jotaro's desk, sat down, and crossed his legs, his fingers laced primly in his lap. He couldn't help but keep grinning as he watched Jotaro and Polnareff be bound by his stand, and just managed to suppress a giggle as they found themselves on their knees in front of him.
“There now, isn't that better?” He said at last, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. Jotaro looked away, trying to remain stoic even as he blushed furiously, while Polnareff nodded meekly, merrily on his way already into sub space. “Now, what should I do with you? You're both so pretty, all tied up like that...” He leaned over and pulled Jotaro's hat off, throwing it across the room. “So many possibilities...” Kakyoin stood up and walked around behind them, talking all the while, his voice low and soft. “Maybe I could have the two of you fuck each other for a while… or, really, we could just go all out with it and I could fuck you both, in succession…” He stopped directly behind them and knelt down, so they could feel his breath on their shoulders. “Or maybe I should just leave you two like this, and let you simmer.”
“Don't we get a say in this?” Polnareff whined, turning back as much as he could with Hierophant Green's tendrils binding him. Kakyoin chuckled.
“Well, maybe… what have you got to say?”
“Uhhh… well, I uh...”
“Fucking sounds good! We could do that,” Jotaro said, suddenly. “If… if you guys want to, that is...” he mumbled, realizing how needy and awful he sounded. He had been trying his best not to squirm or make ridiculous sounds, and now it was obvious that he was ready to throw dignity out the window entirely. Of course, being willing didn't detract from the fact that the outburst was still embarrassing. Polnareff and Kakyoin stared at Jotaro for a few seconds, and suddenly he felt as though he were under heat lamps. Stares from strangers or enemies never seemed to bother him, but from people he actually liked, suddenly Jotaro felt horribly self-conscious and he couldn't help but avert his gaze, blushing. He suddenly felt Kakyoin's slender hand running through his hair.
“I think that's a great idea,” Kakyoin purred, giving Jotaro's hair a playful little tug before standing back up. “In fact, why don't you two go on ahead and get started, and I'll hop in when I think you're ready? Condoms and lube are already by the bed, when you need them.” Hierophant Green released the two captives' arms and legs, staying gently coiled around their necks like collars. They glanced at each other, then at Kakyoin, and then back at each other before Polnareff shrugged and they collided into each other, making out passionately.
It was always difficult to get time alone together without risk of being caught, so the two young men wasted no time in ripping their clothes off and exploring each others' bodies with their hands. It took about two minutes for Polnareff's impossibly tall and neat hair to become a floppy mess, and for Jotaro's composure to get similarly frayed. Despite, or perhaps because, Jotaro was so guarded and reserved normally, a chance to just be wild with passion was something he took full advantage of, a fact made obvious by the small, low whimpers and moans he made when being kissed. Polnareff grabbed hold of Jotaro's hair, pulling his head back, and Jotaro whined and gasped as his friend left impassioned, toothy kisses down his neck and across his chest, marking him for the world to see.
“You're so cute when you get like this,” Polnareff murmured, giggling. “Makes me wonder where the real you went.”
“Shut up,” Jotaro growled half-heartedly. “At least I'm not the one who's ticklish everywhere.” He punctuated that last remark by suddenly darting his hands towards Polnareff's knees.
“Aaaaah! Oh, no, you don't!” Polnareff shrieked with laughter and pinned Jotaro's hands behind his head, on the pile of blankets that functioned as a bed. “You sly little fiend, you. Just as sneaky as ever, trying to get me to throw you around.” Jotaro allowed himself a smirk and shrugged, wiggling happily and moaning softly as they went back to making out, enjoying the sensation of their tongues intertwining and of their bodies pressed against each other.
Polnareff squeezed and grabbed all over Jotaro's body, admiring his bulky, muscled frame, and finally settled his hands on his round, delightfully plush ass. He kneaded the firm buttocks in his hands and pulled Jotaro by his hips closer to him, ever-aware of how erect they were both getting at the sensation.
“Hey. I want you to fuck me,” Jotaro murmured at last. He reached one of his hands down between them and started slowly running his fingers along the length of Polnareff's cock.
“Can I?” Polnareff asked brightly, not to Jotaro, but to Kakyoin, who had been watching contentedly the entire time from across the room. Kakyoin arched an eyebrow and thought about it for a moment.
“Hmmm… no. Not just yet.” Hierophant Green's tendril-collar tightened against Polnareff's neck, pulling him back and slightly away from Jotaro, who made a small whining noise. “I think Jojo here has to earn it, don't you?”
“You're right! I guess he hasn't done much to deserve being fucked yet, has he?”
“No… but I think it only fair we give him an opportunity. I know how much you want him.” Kakyoin approached the two of them and knelt down in front of Jotaro, until their noses were almost touching. “What do you think, Jojo? We ought to give you a chance, shouldn't we?” He ran his thumb slowly across Jotaro's bottom lip, and stared into Jotaro's hazy, needy eyes. Jotaro nodded, and with a smile, Kakyoin pushed his thumb into Jotaro's mouth, and held his chin with his fingers. “You're so cute when you're at my mercy like this… you know what? I've changed my mind. Pol, you should fuck him, after all. But I'd like to use this pretty mouth of his.” With a happy little moan, Jotaro wrapped his lips around Kakyoin's thumb and sucked on it, showing his eagerness to go along with this plan. “You want us to use you, don't you? You slutty, wanton thing.”
“Mmm-hmm,” hummed Jotaro, nodding vehemently. Kakyoin ran his other hand along Jotaro's body, giving him little scratches with his nails, as Polnareff grabbed the bottle of lube from next to the bed.
“Turn over onto your knees, will you?” Polnareff asked, giving Jotaro's inner thighs a squeeze. Jotaro complied, releasing Kakyoin's hand from his mouth and positioning himself on his hands and knees with his back arched.
“Now,” Kakyoin purred, his voice soft and dangerous, “while our good friend gets you ready, you're gonna suck my cock for a while. And you're not going to touch yourself until I say you can, is that understood?”
“Yeah, I know,” Jotaro muttered impatiently, wiggling as enticingly as he could in hopes that he could get things going. A sharp slap to his face snapped him out of his rush, and his eyes opened wide, staring up at Kakyoin, who looked very displeased.
“I'm sorry, dear, I don't think I heard you. What was that you said?” Kakyoin wasn't a big man, and he certainly wasn't physically very strong compared to the other two, but there was a certain menace to him that made Jotaro realize his mistake, rather than get angry.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” he murmured meekly, looking as contrite as he could in hopes of getting some pity kisses.
“Good boy,” Kakyoin said softly, petting his hair gently. “Don't think looking pathetic or sad will get you pity, though. Pretending to emote isn't going to work.” Jotaro, knowing he was caught, grinned in response.
“Well, I thought it might be worth a tryYY!!!” Jotaro's last word was interrupted by a shuddering gasp as he felt Polnareff's tongue drag up along his perineum and across his entrance. All at once, his body felt weak and his breaths became shallow. “F-fuck...”
Polnareff's tongue busily worked in and around his entrance and just as Jotaro started getting used to that, he felt a strong pair of hands grab at his buttocks, squeezing them and spreading him out even more. With a loud moan, he pushed up against his friend behind him. But as his mouth opened, he noticed something at his lips and looked up to see that Kakyoin had pulled down his pants enough to pull out his cock.
“Forgetting something?” Kakyoin asked, raising an eyebrow. Without a word, Jotaro took Kakyoin's cock obediently into his mouth. Even with the impromptou gag, though, he couldn't help but whimper and moan at the sensory overload he was experiencing, even now. His voice rumbled and vibrated around Kakyoin's cock, becoming even more pronounced as he took it further into his throat.
Meanwhile, on the other end, Polnareff's tongue had begun to get tired, and he decided it was time to stop fooling around and get to business. He lubed up one of his fingers and slowly worked it inside of Jotaro, who could barely contain himself and was moaning like a whore already. He seemed to be trying to talk, as was often his wont in situations like this, but it was hard to tell given that his voice was somewhat muffled given the current position he was in.
“Hmmmm,” hummed Kakyoin, tugging at a handful of Jotaro's hair and gently thrusting into his mouth. “You want him to fuck you, don't you? You wanna feel his cock inside you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Jotaro replied, not even bothering to use words.
“God, you're so fucking hot… both of you… I can't wait to fuck each of you. That's what you want, isn't it?”
“Oh god, yes,” sighed Polnareff, who had since worked a second finger into Jotaro. Jotaro, who still had a cock in his mouth, hummed something in the affirmative, and reached one of his hands around to grab Kakyoin's hips, pulling him closer so that he could take the entire length of his cock into his mouth.
“F-fuck… oh, god…” Kakyoin's breaths started speeding up, and Jotaro could feel precum dripping down his throat, spurring him on to keep going with more intensity than before. He could feel Kakyoin's slight frame begin to shake and twitch, and held him even tighter, wrapping his left arm around his hips. “H-hey, if you don't slow down, you know I'm gonna come soon,” Kakyoin said, his voice shaking slightly. “And if you keep my cock down in your throat like that, it'll probably be right in your mouth.” Jotaro looked up at him as if to say “well, of course. That's the point,” and continued, keeping up the pace.