[Instead of deterring him, waking him up from this bizarre and scrumptious reality, the low groan Jojo lets out does the exact opposite. A predator has been awakened by heat and sweet, sweet pressure between them. Jojo looking so damn adorable like that, aroused and embarrassed and frustrated certainly doesn't help matters any, doesn't help the warmth sloshing in his stomach.

So, instead of using Jojo's apparent change of boner, his realization, to back away, gain some ground, shake off the fog, Caesar deliberately presses his cock against Jojo's, pleasure zinging across his synapses, an addicting pleasure the likes never felt before, how could he have continued, ignorant of this? And the little noises Jojo made were just as addicting...he wanted to drag them out of him, wring them out and spin them into something new.

Turnabout is fair play, right? He runs the backs of his fingers over Jojo's jaw softly, drawing him in close by the chin, thumb at the corner of that bullshit spewing mouth he's come to like so much. When he opens his own mouth, his tone is pure purr, green eyes smoldering]

I bet you never saw this coming, eh, Jojo. I certainly never imagined such sweet, delicious noises could come from you...I need to hear more. Does it make you burn, knowing I'm making you produce such music? Just for me? [He presses his hips in hard, leaning in and sealing his mouth over the juncture connecting Jojo's neck to his shoulder]