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 It's time for your punishment, baby. Or just time to fill out the prompts.

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Characters + and/or pairings, followed by kink, followed by short description if you want to get more technical in your request.

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[(Anonymous)]

Diavolo/Doppio, phone sex.

[(Anonymous)]

I think I can fill this. I definitely think I can fill this.

[(Anonymous)]

gyro/johnny : bathing

[(Anonymous)]

Gonna try to get this one!

[(Anonymous)]

Hermes/Jolyne, anything consensual really

[(Anonymous)]

May try my hand at this one!

[(Anonymous)]

Prosciutto/Pesci, Reward sex (or just make outs is okay) used as a motivator for doing well in a mission

(1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

uwah this is my first time filling i hope it's okay format wise and everything!!! i love propesci ;w;

Pesci’s eyes darted around the crowded concourse. His heart hadn’t left his throat since he was pushed out of Prosciutto’s car, the older man’s words echoing in his head and the warmth of his lips not leaving his own. He felt his face get hot again as he recalled his special pep talk.

His throat had grown tight during the silent car ride, the pit of his stomach unsettled like this drive was a roller coaster. “Aniki,” he had croaked, uncharacteristically quiet, “I’m not sure I can—“

The car jerked to the side of the road, parking haphazardly as Prosciutto grabbed Pesci’s shoulder. “Pesci, Pesci, Pesci, you can’t be doubting yourself now…” His bony hand caressed Pesci’s cheek, and the younger man recoiled slightly.

“B-but, what if I mess up?” Pesci fought to bring his eyes up to Prosciutto’s, scared he’d be met with anger, but his superior had a sympathetic look. That was even worse. He sunk back into his chair sadly. “I don’t want to do it.”

The tension in the car got heavier and Pesci wondered if Prosciutto was angry. He was his Aniki after all, and it was basically part of his job to make sure Pesci wasn’t a useless waste of space on the team. Surely he was thinking of calling Risotto and telling him they had failed, that Pesci was to be disposed of. Prosciutto gripped his shirt, and he wondered if he’d be dealt with by Grateful Dead after all.

Prosciutto yanked him forward by his shirt and kissed him roughly. Pesci’s eyes shot wide open, and he reached out to either push Prosciutto away or pull him closer, he wasn’t sure which.

The blond pulled away, not before slightly biting Pesci’s lower lip. “Pesci… What if I give you a little more… incentive.” His hands were on Pesci before he could even ask what he meant, and his face was turning bright red. “Once you finish this quick thing, this tiny easy errand… We meet in the hotel room, as planned, and… You and I can do more than kiss.”

Pesci sputtered. Had Prosciutto read his mind? He was unnerved slightly, but found himself nodding eagerly as the older man’s hands roamed more, leaning closer and kissing him again. They went on kissing, or rather Prosciutto kept kissing him, Pesci gathering enough courage to gently wrap one arm around the other man, twitching a little the more his superior touched him. As suddenly as it had started, Prosciutto had pushed him back and told him to continue with the plan, looking suspiciously red in the face.

Back in the present, he realized his target had arrived. It was easier than he ever could have imagined, simply waiting for the target to place the suitcase at his feet. Pretending his taxi had arrived, he blended in with the crowd and headed for the hotel. He was calm and collected until he got into the elevator, where he was alone for a while. His heart started racing again, but this time it wasn’t unpleasant. As he stepped out of the elevator and turned, he felt butterflies in his stomach.

Blushing to his ears, Pesci made it to the door somehow, knocking twice. He was expecting Prosciutto to open the door and mention nothing of what he had said earlier, or to claim it was a joke, and just pat him on the back for going through with it even though he was scared. He was prepared to laugh it off, but any noise he was planning on making got caught in his throat as Prosciutto opened the door.

The blond pulled him inside quickly. “I told you it would be easy,” he said softly, leaning in closer as Pesci set the case down.

[(Anonymous)]

Dio/Anyone Bondage and/or biting

[(Anonymous)]

not the above anon, but this ~called to me. sorry so short lol.

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god had touched him in a number of ways, but never the same way dio could.

god never scraped his teeth, sharp and pointed, across his skin in an agonizingly slow crawl. god did not have the lungs to force ragged breaths against his body, leaving behind goosebumps and urges. and, surely, he thought, god would not break his skin with pearly cuspids and fill his mouth with such warm blood, even if he wanted to. he would never hiss unmentionables in his ears, would never lace clawed hands with his slightly too tight, would never say his name in such a sinful way.
pucci loved dio as he loved god. and, maybe, a little more.

because, after all, god would never touch pucci in the same way dio could.

[(Anonymous)]

risotto/ghiaccio : insubordination

[(Anonymous)]

speedwagon/jonathan: over protectiveness of jonathan's part

sorry for short, mutual overprotectiveness go (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

“Mr. Joestar…” Speedwagon pulls the last of Jonathan’s bandages tight. “You didn’t need to get any of these injuries!”

Jonathan shakes his head. “Getting injured in that fight was unavoidable.”

“You didn’t need to be in that fight at all!” Speedwagon interrupts with a note of distress. “That was my enemy, they insulted me. And they weren’t far off from the truth either, calling me a thug. I should’ve been the one to fight him.”

“But then you’d have been the one to receive these wounds. I can’t accept that,” Jonathan replies.

“I’ve been injured before,” says Speedwagon. “As badly as you have, Mr. Joestar. Not in as interesting ways as you have fighting zombies and vampires, but I’ve fought for my life before you were a gleam in my eye.”

“I understand, I remember how we met,” says Jonathan. “Yet, now when I think of you being injured when I could have done something to prevent it, even if it required me being injured in your place, I…” He trails off.

Speedwagon sighs heavily. “As always, it’s impossible for me to stay angry with you. But don’t do this again! I won’t stand for it!”

“What will you do?” Jonathan asks, cracking a small smile.

“I’ll- I’ll leave you to Miss Erina to take to task, is what I’ll do,” says Speedwagon. “You’ll regret the day you ever decided your health was less important than Speedwagon’s!”

“You wouldn’t really involve Erina, would you…?” The severity of Speedwagon’s stare convinces Jonathan he’s serious, and he falters. “I’ll try not to worry you next time, so, please don’t tell her?”

“Promise not to do this again,” Speedwagon says firmly.

“...I can’t promise that,” Jonathan replies. “My vows are important to me as a gentleman, and I know that I would never be able to keep this one. Even being scolded by Erina, or receiving all manner of wounds, is better than seeing you hurt.”

“Mr. Joestar… you really are a perfect gentleman.”

[(Anonymous)]

Part 3 Joseph Joestar/Norisuke Higashikata IV; Rich, sexually active ossans AU (Doesn’t actually need to be sexy but that would be nice ya dig)

[(Anonymous)]

i'll try to fill this!

[(Anonymous)]

time shenanigans/asb au: jotaro (or multiple other characters) kissing SPW to shut him and a little semi-public penetration

[(Anonymous)]

joseph/caesar, aggressive pet play, orgasm denial: joseph decides to see how far he can goad caesar into going along with his selfish behavior.

[(Anonymous)]

Artist anon here, I'll try to get on this soon uvu

[(Anonymous)]

ringo/gyro : orgasm denial via mandom.

[(Anonymous)]

perla (https://twitter.com/perlapucci)/versace (https://twitter.com/5feetby5feet), their first time.

[(Anonymous)]

Joseph->Speedwagon<-Caesar. Competition, Jojo and Caesar fight over SPW! I'd prefer competing over who makes him moan more, but fluff is fine too

art fill uuauaaahh

[(Anonymous)]

not-so-secretly-anon drawing fill(s) for this because i am...hoping for a writing fill on this LMAO i....Good

VERY MESSYYY srry, mild nsfw warn for all 3 of them obvi

[(Anonymous)]

diego/magenta magenta : secret admirer

[(Anonymous)]

Calling dibs on this one, I can make it happen.

[(Anonymous)]

Gyro/fem!Johnny, Johnny wants a baby- and there's only one person in the world she trusts enough to be a donor, her best friend Gyro. Instead of normal donation they end up just straight up fucking, you know the drill.

[(Anonymous)]

//makes with the hand motions
I am ALL over this.

[(Anonymous)]

Jonathan/Speedwagon, Pee Denial/Omorashi, a drinking game and Speedwagon tries to fold first but Jonathan wont let him.

[(Anonymous)]

I need this like the air in my lungs

[(Anonymous)]

Rubber Soul/Jotaro Kujo

[(Anonymous)]

this isn't nearly as gross as i wanted, but i hope this at least fills someone's expectations out there somewhere, i tried!!
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Jotaro rarely took the time to listen to other people's problems. So when Kakyoin passed him in the hotel hall and briefly, almost timidly, mentioned he wanted to talk, normally he would have flat out denied the personal request.

Normally.

But circumstances on their little trip to Egypt hadn't been exactly what you'd call "normal".

Frankly, just the thought of being alone with someone he barely knew annnoyed Jotaro to the point of wanting to turn around and forget they had even exchanged words, but recent events had left him brushing off Kakyoin's attempts to be friendly far too often.

They met in an alley behind their current hotel, Kakyoin shuffling his feet with his arms crossed, trying not to look uncomfortable. Jotaro tipped his hat lightly with the one hand that wasn't shoved into a pocket as he made his way into the tight alleyway. "What did you need?" he said gruffly, already regretting this decision.

"I know you went through a horrible experience... back when," Kakyoin paused for a second, as if he was being extra careful with his word choice, which only proved to further irritate Jotaro. Just get straight to the point already, damn it.

"Back when you were purchasing the train tickets. I want to make it up to you, Jotaro."

"Make it up to...?" Jotaro was briefly puzzled. That situation had had almost nothing to do with his companion, and he'd rather not talk about it again. Ever.

A finger under his chin suddenly beckoned him closer, a bold move that he didn't expect at all. He'd like to say it didn't catch him completely off guard, but any thoughts of turning around and ditching completely vanished. He shuffled his hand in his pocket, about to pull out his lighter and a fresh cigarette for the upcoming conversation, when Kakyoin moved a step further towards him with a coy smile etched across his face.

The proximity between them was lessening. Jotaro clucked his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly, maintaining his standoffish presence in the face of Kakyoin's sudden advances. Were they actually advances? Or was this simply Kakyoin just being his usual awkward self? It was hard to tell.

What came next blew all the doubts from Jotaro's mind. Kakyoin lifted Jotaro's hand daintily, kissing along the edges of his fingers, drawing their bodies in closer together. Jotaro stiffened, the hairs on the back of his neck raising in response to the feel of Kakyoin's soft pursed lips grazing his fingertips.

"Jotaro, hey... hey, do you like this?" came the incessant and needy whispering close to his ear, far too close for comfort. The urge to push him away or at least punch him a couple of times for good measure was monumental.

He growled as the smaller man nudged into him, hands running delicately over his hips, the gentle touch something he wasn't familiar with. Or even sure if he wanted to be. This wasn't how Kakyoin usually was, he was usually more for looking away uncomfortably at something in the distance, or attempting to put on his best fake smile if their eyes met...

Jotaro's mind wandered until a tongue rolling across his lips snapped him back to reality, back to the knot that was slowly growing in his stomach. His sweaty palms gripped hold of Kakyoin's wide shoulders, his staunch, smaller frame. Before he could manage to get a word in, that same tongue parted his lips and attacked, locking their awkwardly placed faces together. He could barely focus on anything but the wet, rapid movements inside his mouth that sent shudders throughout his body, as he was being edged further and further back into the wall. "Kakyo-," he started as the corner of their lips parted briefly, tightening his hold on his friend as he steadied his balance.

Was this actually Kakyoin? Was this really him with this unquenchable hunger, nearly slamming Jotaro into the wall, pushing their bodies together and rocking into him slightly? Panting and breathing all the way down his neck, teasing him ever so lightly with his teeth? With his face hot and his eyes closed, Jotaro tried to make sense of the queasy feeling in his stomach, coupled with the growing urge to meet Kakyoin's thrusts. With his mind's eye slowly piecing together the puzzle of what would happen if this continued to escalate, he slowly reopened his eyes.

And then his heart completely stopped beating in an instant.

Half of Kakyoin's lower jaw was stretched horrifically down Jotaro's chin, oozing and pulsing in a way that made Jotaro instantly aware of what was really going on. He recoiled so hard instinctively that the back of his head crashed into the wall.

"Do you know how easy this was? Like, are you really this stupid?" the cackling taunting causing the slimy substance to drip even further down, down onto Jotaro's jacket, a hissing sound sizzling in the air as it burnt through the fabric. Jotaro's entire body froze up at once in terror, and in the next second he was violently attempting to shove the gross sleazeball who was currently donning the guise of Kakyoin off of him to no avail. Without realizing it, his arms had already been pinned behind him, covered in a thick, gooey slime that was nearly impossible to break.

"Ooh, someone's getting a little feisty... did you miss me? Is that it? You missed ol' handsome me, Rubber Soul? I'm flattered."

"You-" Jotaro snarled and then almost moaned, biting his lip as overwhelming greedy hands took hold of his bulge with a quick squeeze, fingers effortlessly finding the way to his tip. They ran over him in circular motions, and he did everything in his power to keep from thrusting into those hands, his lip quivering ever so slightly.

"You like that, huh? Huh? You're so dirty, Jotaro... but I can make you filthier," Rubber Soul laughed, eyes rolling all the way back as his head shook in a jarring motion.

Jotaro's chest heaved in anticipation, ragged breathing and anger mixing all at once, the struggle to free himself and the struggle to fight his need for relief rushing together and colliding. He felt the rough and hasty unbuckling, the cool air coiling around his length as his boxer briefs were unceremoniously shoved down. He brought his knee up swiftly in an attempt to slam his aggressor in the face, only to be stopped short by a goop twisting around his leg, absorbing the blow.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... is that any way to treat your dear friend, Kakyoin? You idiot," came the retort in a revolting, gurgly voice. He moved his head further down, and... was he really going to... Jotaro squirmed more forcefully, inhaling deeply as the bubbling mass that vaguely resembled a face inched ever closer to him, cursing himself inwardly for feeling his own throbbing eager to meet those deformed lips...

...and rolled off his bed abruptly, crumpled out on the floor. The hotel room spun slightly as he sat up, eyes darting towards the first sound he heard, not even waiting to regain full composure.

"Gramp-... old man," he grumbled as Joseph sniggered from across the room, stuffing toiletries into their travel bags.

"Have a lil' nightmare, Jotaro? Need your Grampie to come over and give you a reassuring hug?" he jeered, hefting a bag up on his shoulder, making a come hither movement with his arms. Jotaro's candid response was to give him the usual death glare and a slight shake of the head.

He had other more... pressing things to be concerned about. Like the cold sweat still running down his forehead, the disgusting, lingering heat in his groin still distracting him, dragging him back to the dream he was having moments previous. It left his throat dry when he opened and closed his mouth, desperate to say something aloud to break the spell.

Yet all he could manage was to watch Joseph exit the room from the floor, knowing all along he'd have to take care of this alone before he could even begin to proceed with their journey, his dominant hand wandering guiltily towards his belt buckle.

[(Anonymous)]

Risotto Nero/Prosciutto, Risotto tests the limits of Prosciutto's obsessive loyalty... sexually

[(Anonymous)]

Mista/Giorno/Fugo threesome, post-Purple Haze Feedback.

[(Anonymous)]

potential fill!anon, here! just wondering if it's alright for me to incorporate some softcore bdsm dynamics? i can completely avoid it, if you're prefer, just wanted to double check!

[(Anonymous)]

Joseph/Caesar/Suzie Q- threesome, bonus points if the breathing mask stays on.

[(Anonymous)]

seconding this omg

[(Anonymous)]

Anyone in SBR cyberpunk motorcycle racing AU
any pairing (or lack thereof) is good as long as it has SBR characters and futuristic motorcycle races 8)

[(Anonymous)]

Love the idea, OP. Might do it in the next few days.

[(Anonymous)]

yasuho / gappy (jo2uke) - fluff, or just really anything cute in general, preferably something about when they first confessed they liked each other but not a requirement

[(Anonymous)]

Josuke/Okuyasu, first time - both too nervous to go all out themselves they experiment with their stands instead.

(1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

The idea was Okuyasu’s.

He’d managed kissing all right over the weeks, with some degree of awkwardness that hadn’t yet gone away completely. He’d even gotten used to casual groping that didn’t go anywhere.

But, staring intently at hem of Josuke’s shirt and his exposed stomach, eventually he had to admit… “I dunno if I’m ready for this.”

Josuke nodded and pulled his shirt back down again. “...Yeah, me neither, honestly. You want to watch TV instead?” he asked.

It was tempting. Okuyasu knew he wouldn’t even be upset with him for it. But even though he wasn’t ready to go all the way yet, he was still worked up, and he wanted to do something about it.

The lightbulb went off in his head.

“Josuke, you can feel what your Stand feels, can’tcha? Same as me and the Hand?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Sure I can, but what does that have to do with anything?” asked Josuke, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, if I had the Hand out, and you had Crazy Diamond out, and they were doing stuff… I’d be okay with that.”

That was a good idea! And Okuyasu rarely had those. He was proud of coming up with it as he waited for Josuke to stop mulling over it and answer.

“I really don’t want your Stand to erase my dick,” Josuke said.

Okay. Slightly less of a great idea. “I’ll just use its left hand,” said Okuyasu. “And I’ll keep the right one behind its back or something.”

Josuke gave it another moment’s thought before nodding. “It’s worth a try.”

Crazy Diamond appeared, looking slightly more nervous than usual, or at least Okuyasu thought so. He called the Hand into appearance, its right arm already tucked harmlessly behind its back.

The Stands faced each other. After an awkward moment where neither Okuyasu nor Josuke was sure what to do first, the Stands moved in to kiss.

It was a weird sensation, feeling a kiss without actually being the one to participate in it. Weird, but no less pleasurable than a normal kiss would be.

From his better viewpoint, he could see Josuke’s face turn red as the kiss deepened, until Crazy Diamond pulled away enough that the both of them could unscramble their brains a little.

“...Good idea?” asked Okuyasu, breathing hard.

“Great idea,” said Josuke. “Let me just-”

Crazy Diamond’s hands were both free, so it made sense that it was the first one to explore the Hand’s body. Okuyasu was clothed but felt the touch on his skin as clearly as if he hadn’t been, hands up and down his chest that made him tremble and sweat at the same time.

The Hand was limited in how much it could respond, but Okuyasu heard Josuke’s gasps, saw sweat begin to soak through his thin shirt, so he figured he was doing okay.

One of Crazy Diamond’s hands hovered above the Hand’s codpiece. “Can I…?” Josuke asked.

Okuyasu didn’t have to think. “Go for it.”

The gentle touch startled him. Okuyasu was pretty sure the Hand didn’t actually have anything under there, but he sure did, and Crazy Diamond was being careful as it moved its palm across the area that matched up.

“Y...you can go a little harder than that, come on, man.” To emphasize, Okuyasu had the Hand slide its left hand further down on Crazy Diamond, a bit more firmly.

Josuke made a noise like he was trying to swear and take a breath at the same time, and Crazy Diamond applied slightly more pressure as it rubbed. Okuyasu tried to hold his hips still, but it was no use against that intense of a feeling.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him. “I’m gonna ruin my pants like this-!”

“So take them off, are you serious?” Josuke’s chuckle was interrupted by a moan when the Hand began to stroke Crazy Diamond faster.

Okuyasu had barely enough focus to get his pants and underwear partially off without stopping the Hand’s movements. Not stopping the Hand was important, because that would mean stopping the way Josuke was gasping, swearing, and muttering Okuyasu’s name as he fumbled with his own pants.

Crazy Diamond sped up as soon as Okuyasu got his underwear down. Okuyasu knew he wouldn’t have long after that before his climax. Before he finished, he wanted to do one last thing:

He leaned over and kissed Josuke hard. He’d done this before, but never anything like this, with their Stands on each other and the both of them panting and close to release.

Josuke kissed back as deeply as he could, and only broke the kiss for them to finish, spilling come over each other.

The Hand and Crazy Diamond disappeared as soon as they weren’t needed, leaving Josuke and Okuyasu looking at each other.

Josuke broke the silence, lifting the hem of Okuyasu’s stained shirt. “Should’ve taken our shirts off too.”

“It’ll come out in the wash, right?” Okuyasu asked.

“Of course. I’m pretty sure anyway…”

[(Anonymous)]

Mountain Tim/anyone, use of stands during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Rohan/Josuke, with Rohan riding Josuke and being an asshole the entire time.

[(Anonymous)]

Here you go, OP!

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Josuke wasn't sure of the circumstances that led him to be currently laying on Rohan Kishibe's bed, the famous mangaka riding his dick fervently, his own fingers digging wildly into the bedsheets ... but he didn't really care.

The thing he did mind, however, was that smug-ass attitude that the artist was well known for, and it was currently being directed towards the young Japanese schoolboy.

"Is that all you got, Higashikata?" the words were breathless, sloppy as Rohan bobbed up and down on top of him, "Don't tell me you're going to come first. What, with me doing all the hard work?"

Josuke bit his lip, straining to keep his eyes open. There was just something about the sight before him: His dick disappearing into Rohan's ass over and over, feeling the tightness of him, hearing him let loose accidental moans and sighs that he was, most likely, trying to hide. There was no denying that both men were enjoying this, and it wasn't the first time they had done it either.

"Must be nice to ... ah! ... hmm, lay there a-and ... hnnng, do n-nothing, Josuke."

"N-nothing?" Josuke finally gained the composure to speak, prying his fingers away from the sweat stained sheets and gripped firmly onto the artist's hips, fingers and thumb smoothing the skin under them, "Then let me make it more interesting for you, sensei."

The last word emphasized with a challenge enough to make even the great Rohan Kishibe lose his composure as the younger man beneath him matched a thrust with his own and delved deep into the smaller man's body.

Having Josuke's full and entire length within him without his own doing was more than just a bit of a shock, which caused a loud and needy moan to rush from the artist's throat suddenly, eyes rolling into the back of his head from the sensation. His own hands fumbled with the air, trying desperately to cling to something. Fingers finally found Josuke's arms, muscles tensing under his touch as he grabbed on tightly, body arching back in ecstasy.

"D-damn," Rohan's voice was barely audible, but held a twinge of embarrassment to it, to which Josuke easily picked up on.

A smile, and then, "I'm sorry, did I catch you off guard, Rohan?" His voice was sweet as he spoke, trying to cover his own desire, but damn it all if he was going to let Rohan Kishibe make a fool out of him! Two could play at this game.

"Hm, of course I was surprised," Rohan tilted his head down to watch Josuke's penis penetrate him over and over, "Surprised t-that you actually took -ah! ... took the initiative."

A huff, and then another thrust upward. Which in turn, followed with another moan on Rohan's part, "G-god damn it!"

"D-does that feel ... hmmm! ... good, Rohan?" Josuke tried to be playful, knowing and feeling that the older man was close to coming. And when he saw the smaller man's lips begin to part as if he was going to speak, the schoolboy thrust again into the man, halting any and all words in lieu of a scream of passion instead.

Rohan's glare met with Josuke's playful gaze, frown starkly contrasting the wide smirk on the younger man's face. Sweat was shimmering evidently off of both men now as they tried to best the other in this game of love-making, body's working in perfect unison now as both began to lose control of their extensive vocabularies to, instead, proclaim words such as "Fuck!" and "Ah!"

"Come on, sensei," Josuke teased lightly, fingers still rubbing the hips and thighs lovingly as he continued to match Rohan's movements, "J-just come for me. I can feel your ... hnn! ... feel y-your body tensing around me."

Suddenly, the intense look on Rohan's face turned almost playful, "Hmm, s-so ... ah! You think you ... you think you've won, J-Josuke? But I ... hnng! I'll show you how to r-really please a man, ah!"

Josuke cocked an eyebrow as he mulled over the artist's words. Truth be told, he wasn't going to last much longer either. The amazing sensation on his cock coupled with the sight of Rohan, while infuriating at times, riding him with his slender build and damn attractive features was enough to send him over the edge right then and there. But it had become a game, and he didn't much feel like losing.

The mangaka's fingers played over his own lips, tongue swirling around each digit wetly, pleasurable sounds escaping more clearly and openly now. Regardless, Josuke realized too late just what the meaning of Rohan's actions truly were.

Rohan Kishibe's hand disappeared behind them and it wasn't until Josuke felt a pleasurable sensation in his ass that he truly grasped what the older man had done.

Fingers stroked his inner walls, playing with him in all the right ways. And that sensation along with the smaller's man body encasing him was more than Josuke Higashikata could handle.

He came in a burst of pleasure, head tilting back onto the bed, his pompadour coming undone in sections and clinging to his face. His vision went white as he felt himself pump into Rohan, his own warm essence dripping down his satisfied member.

The artist came not long after, his own cum splattering his chest and stomach as well as Josuke's as it finally settled from the previous activities. Heavy breathing and occasional small gasps filled the air now, the bedroom coming back into focus for both men as evidence of what had just transpired staining the bedsheets and other fabric strewn across the bed.

"W-wow," was the one word out of the larger man's mouth as he laid flatly on the bed, hands now draped lightly over Rohan's thighs, fingers playing softly with sweat and skin.

The artist gave a content sigh as he leaned forward, lips pressing into Josuke's sweetly. Rohan's hands cupped both sides of the younger man's face as he released the kiss, and smiling, he whispered, "I win."

Grabbing the pillow behind his head and chucking it at the now retreating artist, his laughter bouncing off the walls, Josuke's voice was light as he chuckled, "Shut up, Rohan."