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[(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."

OP

[(Anonymous)]

I forgot to check back orz

BUT THANK-YOU!! This is perfect!