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Prompt posting format!!:
Characters + and/or pairings, followed by kink, followed by short description if you want to get more technical in your request.
Please reread the basic etiquette/rules up here if you're still confused.
If you have any questions/comments, just tweet @mitler. Because I'm too lazy to make a mod post. That's weird.
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Date: 2014-03-26 08:57 pm (UTC)185 centimeters is a tremendous height for a Japanese teenager. Even not considering that one of his friends is the tiniest guy his age he’s ever met (sorry, Koichi, it’s true), Josuke looms over practically everybody. Even Okuyasu, he’s got several centimeters over.
And then there’s certified 195 centimeter Jotaro Kujo.
Jotaro would still be incredibly cool if he lost a foot or two of height. His imposing figure definitely doesn’t hurt, though, and Josuke, who looks up to Jotaro both literally and figuratively, can’t help but wonder if he’ll be that amazingly badass one day, or at least that tall.
There’s no rush for him to grow taller than Jotaro right now, though. Actually, it’s kind of nice not being the biggest guy in the room. And there are certain advantages to being smaller than someone.
Josuke’s not sure why he badly wants to sit on Jotaro’s lap, just that it looks warm and comfortable and he’s sure the worst Jotaro will do is ‘yare yare daze’ at him if he asks. So he asks.
Jotaro thinks about it for a few seconds, giving Josuke time to start becoming nervous, then sits up straighter and pats his lap. “Go ahead.”
“Great!” Josuke wastes no time before plopping down onto Jotaro and leaning back against his chest. It’s as relaxing as he expected, nestled securely with Jotaro on the couch. He might be a little embarrassed if anyone was there to see, but it’s just them in the hotel room.
Jotaro wraps his arms around Josuke and pulls him a little closer. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah.” Josuke looks up at Jotaro’s face and spies a rare smile. “Thanks for letting me do this, I know it’s kind of weird...”
“It’s nothing,” says Jotaro. After a moment, he adds, “You have scented shampoo?”
“It’s the hair gel, actually. I use enough of it that it might as well smell nice, you know?” Josuke pauses. “That’s not weird, is it?”
“Not at all. I think it’s cute.”
Josuke blushes and ducks his head. If it were anyone else saying that, he’d be offended, or embarrassed, or both. With Jotaro, though, it makes his heart thump in his ears loudly enough that he’s sure Jotaro can hear it from this close.
Jotaro doesn’t comment, just keeps his arms around Josuke. His breath is close enough to Josuke’s ear that he can feel it, and it makes him quiver.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should get up right now, before Jotaro notices the problem Josuke’s suddenly having in his pants. Yeah, he definitely should get up.
“Going somewhere?” asks Jotaro.
Josuke sweats. “I don’t want to bug you too long, and all, and what are you doing?!”
Jotaro has clearly found the problem in Josuke’s pants, because his hand is right there, and he’s not moving it away. In fact, he’s doing the opposite, stroking slowly through his pants while Josuke gasps involuntarily.
“J-Jotaro…” Josuke knows he should be feeling weirder about this than he is, but it’s Jotaro, and he trusts Jotaro with more than his life. Still. “Are you sure?”
In response, Jotaro slips his other hand underneath Josuke’s shirt, reaching up to tweak a nipple. Josuke keens and rocks back against Jotaro, realizing in the process that Jotaro is as hard as he is.
It’s a revelation that turns him on even more, but it’s also one that he doesn’t know what to do with. He isn’t in a very good position to return the favor, after all. “Shouldn’t I be doing something?”
“Not right now,” says Jotaro. “Later, if you still feel like it.” He punctuates this remark by sliding his hand inside of Josuke’s pants, and Josuke really doesn’t feel like arguing after that.
Josuke’s moans are loud and frequent. He can’t help it, not with Jotaro finding the perfect rhythm to wring those noises out of him… and he wouldn’t want to help it, either, not if Jotaro enjoys them.
He doesn’t last long, never having had a hand on him that wasn’t his own before. As soon as he recovers from the post-orgasmic haze, when Jotaro is done wiping his hand off on a handkerchief, he turns his body around enough that he can throw his arms around Jotaro’s neck and kiss him on the lips.
Jotaro kisses him deeply in return, only drawing back to murmur, “Cute.”
Re: (1/1)
Date: 2014-03-26 09:16 pm (UTC)Re: (1/1)
Date: 2014-03-26 11:02 pm (UTC)