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“ Fuck-”
Jotaro's neck cracks in an uncomfortable manner. As he works towards his final university work, his thesis, he has to admit to himself that the posture he's frequenting isn't exactly the best for the job.
Not only that, all of his back muscles are stiff. While he keeps on working out, it's true that it coupled with his horrendous way of sitting ends up putting more pressure on all of his body.
The redhead sitting on the corner, reading a book, can't help but snap his head back when hearing the groaning. He looks slightly worried, although a small hint of mischief can be seen to the most perceptive eyes.
“That doesn't sound pleasant.“
“Doesn't - shit - doesn't feel pleasant either.“
Jotaro tries to massage his neck, moving it side to side.
Kakyoin stands up, reclining onto the table which is filled with scribbles and drafts. His cherry earrings, which after a couple of years he still sports beautifully, dangle with a shine of the main lights. His hair bounces softly with the small movement.
“Do you need any help with that? I'm plenty good with my hands.“
He looks at the redhead, eyebrow raising.
Kakyoin and Jotaro had a bit of a complicated relationship. Not a bad one, by any means, more of an unlabeled thing going on.
While they never did anything adult in nature, small brushes and squeezes happened from time to time that weren't exactly friendly in nature.
However, Kakyoin had never been so foward.
Jotaro is curious.
“…Are you now?“ He tries to downplay the eroticism on his friend's words, a friend which he totally wasn't crushing on for years… giving him a massage…
“Are you doubting my abilities, Jojo?“
Jotaro's eyes widen, Kakyoin never calls him that. Usually it only happens whenever he tries to tease him about something. Although he quickly recovers, grabbing onto his chin in a pensive stare, smirking.
“Maybe. Care to prove me wrong?“
Kakyoin's purple eyes glimmer in a way he can't quite decifer yet.
“I do care.“
He looks around the place, searching for a thing fit of Jotaro's stature to lay onto.
He's unable to find that thing, sorting out for a comment he knows would make Jotaro jolt.
“Well, let's go to your room.“
It does indeed catch Jotaro off guard, but they both know Jotaro can work through pressure.
“If I didnt know any better, I would think you're trying to get me into bed.“
Jotaro stands up, groaning in the process, however, they don't stop the stare down. Kakyoin however, has learned a thing or two of dealing with Jotaro, poker face put on through.
“I am. Not in that way, I wish to help my dearest friend, that's all.“
Jotaro only lets out a hum of acknowledgement, as they both walk to his bedroom.
He is pretty nervous. Which you'd be only be able to tell by the slight clench of his jaw, or the clamminess of his hand.
Kakyoin can notice. He hides a smile inside.
The tensions are high once they get through the doorframe into the spacious and expensively decorated bedroom. The walls are filled with photos of the past excursions with the crusaders, their first photo all together on a desk, which in rests a fishtank, housing two starfish.
Kakyoin finds this cute, but decides against voicing it.
“Well Jotaro, I'll need for you to take your clothes off. I've brought oils.“
While he had been keeping composure, the way Kakyoin said it made the tips of his tanned ears go red. Although thankfully for him, he had his back turned away from the shorter man.
“Hm.“
He begins to take of his turtleneck, and Kakyoin wished he could've ripped it with his hands instead. Jotaro would probably look shocked, cute.
His toned, muscular back is quickly revealed, showing off scars from their past battles. Kakyoin would be stroking them soon, the need to somehow give his love to the gruffer man making his hands a bit restless.
Jotaro of course makes noises, but even if of discomfort, he can't help but get excited.
…
Jotaro can fill Kakyoin's eyes digging straight into his back, making him even more nervous. He's not the kind to consider himself to be bothered by anyone, but that man, he's the only one who can make him sweat just by the stare of those purple eyes.
He gently lays on the bed. However, he can hear Kakyoin tch'ing, he's rather confused.
“It's a deep massage, my job is to make you relaxed. Take the pants off too.“
He feels his dick twitching at that, which he tries to suppress with difficulty. However he's way more shocked than anything else, his face sporting a small blush.
“…Are you serious?“
He did not think him that bold. And then he remembers who Kakyoin is, and that if he's coming onto him, he'd most likely make a spectacle out of it.
“Am I known to joke around Jotaro?“
“…From time to time.“
Kakyoin chuckles.
…
“Not about this. Take your pants off.“
Jotaro twitches once again. Feeling a hard on coming. He needs to calm himself.
“Alright.“
He tries to take them off fast, camouflaging the way his normal bulge had gotten a bit bigger. He's now in his dark boxers, as he lays down.
Fuck. His groin is all sensitive now, he can't help but shudder when it makes contact with the bed. He can't see it, but he somehow feels the smile Kakyoin has right now.
He controls his breathing, as he feels Kakyoin opening a bottle of oil, and coating his hands with it.
Kakyoin straddles him softly, making the man below give out a harder exhale than he intended to.
“Well, tell me how it feels. I accept all feedback. So don't be afraid to vocalize what you think.“
He's a shithead and they both know it. He's just telling him to moan as loud as he wants without explicitly saying so. It pisses him off.
And yet, he grows harder.
When he feels Kakyoin's delicate hands grab onto his shoulder blades, he gives a small sound of approval. Although both know that was more of a small moan than anything else.
His hands travel all around his back, leaving no spot untouched. He centers around the neck, the place with more stiffness, for now… Just to lower his hands slowly, lower and lower, in a teasing manner as he gets really close to his ass.
Jotaro let's out several shaky breaths. Kakyoin's pressure on his back makes it so his crotch is pushed further into the bed.
He can feek Kakyoin's hard on, and with those sensations combined, he has to bite his tongue, eyebrows furrowing.
“Feels good?“ the redhead utters…
While gently rocking himself onto his back. Shit. He's trying really hard not to give out any weird sounds.
“Y-yeah. It - it does.“
“I'm glad.“
He's destroying him right now. He won't admit it, not now, but he has wanted Kakyoin for an extremely long time. The fact that something like this is happening right now makes his struggle even more grueling.
And then Kakyoin's leathered hands slip to his chest, slightly rubbing his nipples.
He uses all his mental fortitude for the noise he makes to be the smallest one he can muster.
“Nh- Heh.“ Somehow he manages a smirk. “Just- gh- a massage, huh?“
Kakyoin rocks a bit harder, hands now flicking the nubs, as both their erections get squished.
“F-fuck-…Kakyoin-”
Kakyoin is losing his will, both of them are.
“Yeah… just a massage… isn't that obvious?You're my best friend after all … a-and-” he coughs, trying to camouflage the trembling in his voice. “And I want to help out.“
Jotaro is genuinely going insane right now, he rubs himself as best as he can against the bed, trying to not give that out.
He can't really muster a reply. So he just lets himself be gropped and touched by his closest friend.
Kakyoin squishes his nipples, and this time he lets out a big noise. For Jotaro, at least.
“A-ah…!”
Jotaro feels his whole face heat up to an unbearable degree, his heart feels like it may pop out of his chest anytime soon. He's so incredibly horny he's starting to get dizzy.
Kakyoin is in the same situation, but neither of them have the courage to just tell the other.
However, Kakyoin is daring enough to let his hands speak.
The grab on Jotaro's thighs makes the man jolt, as if he were burned badly. But that also means that he involuntarily humped the bed with strength, making him let out the loudest noise yet.
He isn't laying down anymore, his arms, which are shaking prompting him up, however, Kakyoin still lays somehow on his back, cock lounged extremely close to his ass.
“I'm - sorry- shit- I didn't mean to---”
He cuts Kakyoin off, trying to control his breath.
“N-no. Don't. I don't mind.“
Both of the men try to regain their composure, it sounds as if they've run a marathon. Kakyoin pushes Jotaro back to lay down on his stomach. Of course, Jotaro makes another noise of pleasure.
Their eyes meet, and while Jotaro still wears his frowning face, Kakyoin can see his eyebrows do a slight curve he's never seen before. One of his eyes twitch slightly, and the look is obvious. He wants him.
Kakyoin wants him too.
He rubs a bit less ashamed now, on the curve of Jotaro's clothed ass.
“Fuck!“
Jotaro seems to lose his cool at this, humping the bed alongise the movements of the other man.
“I-” Kakyoin clears his throat. “I wanna try so- ah- ghk I wanna try something -”
Jotaro is listening, but it seems his mouth and whole body are failing him.
“C-can I?“
He's trying really hard to utter anything.
“Please Jotaro-”
He feels his cock throb in a way he never imagined possible.
“Yes. Fuck- yes- j-just shit! Touch me---”
The way this was uttered made Kakyoin's whole brain almost combust. The desperation and breathiness of his voice, is something he had only heard in his fantasies.
He immediately janks off Jotaro's underwear, making the man do a shocked gasp, his eyes widening, and if he thought somehow he couldn't get any redder, he was wrong.
“D-do you know what a - prostate m-massage is?“
He's genuinely gonna die today. Either that or he's already dead and this is some sort of hellish heaven. Or maybe a heavenly hell…?
Jotaro is unable to form a coherent sentence that isn't ”Just shove your cock up my ass instead“ so he just remains as quiet as possible, spreading his legs so the other man has an easier access.
When he feels a digit probe at his hole, he lets out a guttural noise he didn't even know he could make. He goes to fondle himself, however, Kakyoin ties his hands to the side of the bed with hierophant green.
“I wanna be the one to make you feel good… okay?“
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he replies.
“Y-yeah. Alright-”
The lubed finger slides in without much resistance, despite the nervousness, Jotaro's body seems eager to accept Kakyoin in all ways. He feels the stinging sensation of his walls opening up, but the pressure of the other man's digit causes his head to throw back and a groan to escape his lips.
More than the sensation itself, years of wanting and longing, coupled with the many fantasies and overwhelming affection makes it so his whole body feels like a bundle of nerves burning with every touch.
His eyes are pressed shut.
“I'll begin moving…”
Kakyoin feels that the level of hardness his cock is at the moment could most likely make it so he passes out from lack of oxygen. He doesn't dare free it from his pants yet, all the attention solely on Jotaro.
He massages his perineum, rubbing small circles and pressing softly, as his finger bends and tries to massage that specific spot he knows will make the already dizzy brained Jotaro into a drooling mess.
The extremely unbecoming noise that Jotaro lets out makes him know he found the place.
“F-fuuuck------”
He's never heard himself whine, and he misses his hat dearly, unable to cover himself up against his best friend.
His whole body is restless. He twitches around, muscles contracting and tensing uo as the other man keeps on rubbing his sensitive gland.
He feels soft hands rubbing at his thighs and ass, with a tenderness that feels foreign to the now two fingers lodged inside deeply pressing and moving with extreme precision.
“K-kakyoin- fuck please - I need to---"
They're both drenched in sweat.
Jotaro's voice is a higher pitch than usual, wanting whines, moans and strings of incoherent blabbering leaving his mouth. He seems to quickly be getting to the brink, his thighs going from a slight shake to a much more violent movement.
“I'm gonna cum---- Kakyoin p-please- c-cuming-------”
If Kakyoin didn't know better he'd be worried.
Jotaro's whole body spasms, and he can hear a clear sob and cry leaving the taller man's mouth. Tears and sweat drip from his contorting face. His mouth hangs open with furrowed eyebrows, as his orgasm overtakes his body in an overwhelming manner.
Kakyoin is slower with his actions, milking the prostate and caressing his body with his free hand gently. He can see the cum leaking out of Jotaro's big erection, in a very impressive quantity.
He now just realized that he himself also came untouched. The feeling of seeing Jotaro crumble so euphoric his own orgasm was entirely forgotten.
However both are now feeling the toll of that adrenaline wearing down, and with that, anxiety takes in.
The sounds of laboured breathing can be heard around the room, hearts beating in a painful way.
Kakyoin's hands caress Jotaro softly.
“I…did- did you like it?“
Jotaro is extremely tired. Both emotionally and physically. He had never felt that way before, leaving his whole being just needing to be held.
The caresses aren't helping his predicament.
“… What… what do you think…?“
Jotaro is somehow able to laugh softly.
Kakyoin's nerves don't go down, and he notices.
He doesn't like the small way his voice sounds.
“I'm glad.“
Despite his tiredness, he feels the need to say something.
They both wanna hold one another, but the feeling of boundaries being crossed further and pushing the other away, makes it a terrifying personal ordeal.
Even then, despite that-
“Jotaro.“
“…Hm?“
“Can I hold you?“
The warmness he had felt before in his chest is now a much more controlled one, but somehow feels even more overwhelming. Fuck. He does love Kakyoin huh? Good grief.
Kakyoin loves him too, severely so.
“Yeah. Please.“
Jotaro's aching but relaxed body feels heavenly in the redhead's arms. He brushes the damp dark hair with his fingers, small kisses coated all over the salty skin of the man.
They both hug one another, Kakyoin leaving kisses and soft affectionate touches wherever he can leave them.
He can feel Kakyoin's small warm tears leaving his eyes, he doesn't mention it, but instead grabs onto tighter, resting his head even further on the crook of his neck.
“I love you Kakyoin.“
Kakyoin kisses Jotaro's hair tenderly.
“I love you too.“