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get ready for a wild ride yo

[ It was a short and breezy ride from his place to his destination, his second favorite kind. The dying gurgle of the engine as he turned the key was enough of a sign that he should probably start checking the oil, but who has the time, right? He was about to get his hands dirty, dive deep to a road of no return but all that was good because he was going to show HIM a trick or two. You see JoJo wasn't much dedicated to anything, but if one thing made him feel accomplished was the expression on Caesar's face when he excelled at something he wasn't expected to be good at. All in all, it was a pretty decent arrangement. He was determined to win him ove-- I MEAN to get him! to SHOW him what a true fucking gentleman was! His douchebag smile was wide this time, beaming. A few steps and he was in front of the glass doors of one of those expensive as fuck hotels Caesar would usually spend his free time in. CHE, what a pretentious asshole! But that wouldn't last for long, no Signore!

He went in and with one quick look he'd check out the receptionist, wondered if Caesar had banged her yet because she was okay looking, not Suzie Q good looking but average italian broad with expensive heels and freshly manicured hands good looking, he figured he might have but then again maybe 'okay looking' wasn't nearly enough for that dick to play his game, good thing Joseph was probably the most attractive man in Western Europe.

BACKONTRACK-- He had to get pass her to make his move, because he had one and it was GOOD. When he was on his way over he spotted a small flower shop and he bit his lip at the thought of Caesar's reaction when he surprised him with a modest but beautiful bouquet, he could barely surpress the shit eating grin that was forming on his face. So with a little help of his old friend hamon (THANK YOU, GRANDAD JONATHAN) he managed to move a large vase that was being used as a centerpiece just by touching the table's smooth wooden surface , a few seconds and the thing would just drop to the ground and create enough of a diversion for him to make his way into the elevator. Just as he suspected in a second or two the receptionist let out a loud gasp and by that time he was already pressing number five.

As the numbers lit up one by one he started to feel a bit anxious... maybe even doubtful? Of what? you may ask well he was looking at the big picture. And even though his competitive nature and his boldness may have drove him into this he was still thinking about what normal people thought before this sort of life events. 'Is this the right jacket? does my ass look big? what if he hates the way my shirt clings shamelessly to my pecs?' at the last one he laughed because NO WAY JOSE, that just wouldn't happen- then the doors opened and he was pretty much stepping into the twilight zone. His palms were getting a sweaty and his steps became slower and slower until he was there.

Well this is it, he thought, this is how life ends, this is what happens when you die, there's a big, ridiculously ornamented door (it had a painting of a siren, for fuck's sake) and there's no way to know what lies ahead, unless you power through and bust it open. Or in this case gently knocking three times would do. ]

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[Okay, it seemed like Joseph didn't notice. He didn't know a lick of italian anyway, and the fucker couldn't sense a mood if it walked over and slapped him on the ass- Perhaps Caesar's thoughts should run like hell down a different road that didn't involve- ok. He takes a deep, shaky breath, and continues eating once the hiccuping laugh at that goofy face of Joseph's tumbled from his lips.

Until, y'know, Joseph "Spontaneous Dickhole" Joestar decided to lay down and plant his head on Ceasar's leg. The blonde let out a gasp, sure his heart had just hammered it's way from where it had long ago relocated in his diaphragm, right through, into the open air. He chalked his lack of spillage on his own natural badass grace, takes a long, silent moment to stare into that open face beneath him, his heart clawing back and nestling somewhere between satisfaction and surprise.

His thumb finds the curve of Joseph's jaw, slanting up to rest at the corner of his mouth. He leans in and inhales, his nose mere centimeters from Jojo's, peering deeply into those blue-on-green eyes, before he opens his mouth-] You get seven points for coyness, perhaps six and a half. What you should have done was this. [And briefly pinches Jojo's cheek.]

[With his free hand he catches him around the back of the neck, fingers curling into the soft locks, lifts his head, and settles it comfortably in his lap. He tries to ignore the warmth creeping from his friend into him, squashes the feelings of belonging. Continues munching, eyes drifting from the waves back down to Jojo's face on occasion. He sure hopes Jojo can't hear the thundering rumble of his heart!!

Fuck. Contest, right? Contest. Contest. Remember the buzz of victory and take another healthy gulp of wine and don't look back.]

Edited 2013-07-31 08:44 (UTC)

[ The moment he opened his eyes everything froze. Imagine his surprise when all he could see was that flashing green getting closer and closer... A feverish chill spread all over him, his lower lip quivering and his eyebrows drawn together, this was it... This was it for Joseph Joestar.

Because even though he'd make a run for it any other day, he wasn't so sure he wanted to, not this time..
.
And every microsecond that passed, every inch closer was excruciating and he could hear the clock ticking and he was still not moving. He saw his life passing before his eyes, there was the door again, his fate was sealed... sealed with a ki- fuck no! he was not going to say it! So instead, he choose the path of the warrior. He'd learned this through training, to take it like a man! Never run from a fight! ... ~~unless you absolutely have to.~~

And he braced for it, blocked all thoughts form his head... Took a deep breath... his trembling lips were now puckered, ready for collision in three, two, one...

Then he felt a small pinch on his cheek. Then Caesar's hand was behind his head, settling it in a more comfortable position... He praised whoever was up there that Caesar apparently didn't notice his expression of sheer disappointment and just a little trace of relief....

MOTHERFUCK! ]

Edited 2013-08-02 07:18 (UTC)

[Hasn't it already been fucking established that with their partnership, soul bonded as brother and comrades, pressed back to back and entwined destiny to heart beat, Caesar's pretty damn good at reading little tics that make up the parts of Joseph? The ones that don't come careening with a surprising right hook or a blade between his toes, anyway. Thus, he noticed the puckered lips and the disappointment and utterly and absolutely smothered the need to Do Something whispering in the back of his head, like a kneejerk reaction tugging at him.

Instead, he continues to eat. Agonizingly slowly and one handed, eyes on the clear, twisting waves, hand remaining at the back of Jojo's neck, just a warm, steady, anchoring weight there.] Usually this is where you fill in the awkward, bumbling silence of yours with conversation. About pleasant things and not about how supposedly fast you can get her skirt off. Work, her girlfriends, family. Nod and smile that cocky smile of yours at the right moments, even when it's completely boring.

[He was distinctly, distractedly, aware of hearing the pound of Joseph's pulse, though faint, it caused heat to settle in his belly.]

Edited 2013-08-02 10:19 (UTC)

[ There were several things Joseph Joestar hid under his sleeve, he was particularly smooth when he cheated his way out of situations and he would generally perform better under pressure. This time however, he could do nothing more than pretend there wasn't something pinning him to the ground, he averted his friend's gaze and he feared he couldn't look at him in the eye until Caesar did something equally embarrassing, which if Joseph played his cards right, wouldn't take him very long. His friends fingers were still touching his neck, supporting his head just in the right place. His thoughts then drifted to how much he wanted those fingers to move and softly scratch his scalp...

Then the idiot started babbling about communication 101 and the mood was ruined, great job Zeppeli, no wonder why you only ever have first dates. In any case, Joseph would not play by his rules anymore no Signore! he had his own plan... in the works but it was still a plan. ]

Well since I already know you well enough I don't need to do that, do I?

[ He then proceeded to pull yet another dangerous move, this time one much more subtle (he hoped), he pulled at the strip of the headband, gently this time as if asking his friend to lower his head in his direction once again, hopefully this time with much better results, aint no rest for the wicked they say... ]

Edited 2013-08-04 08:08 (UTC)

[Though Jojo averted his gaze after The Lecture, Caesar knew he wasn't doing so because he saw the great error of his ways and accepted Caesar Christ as his lord and Savior of his dry ass pussy game. The jumping, excited pulse he felt beneath the heel of his palm where it met soft, yielding skin told him a different story.

The next words out of those pretty plump lips certainly gave him a start. I know you well enough. Part of that made a crackle of Something shoot up his spine, cozy and welcoming. But it also gave him pause. Know him, huh? Back to back, breath to breath, yes, but....he wondered if that really was enough for him. There was so much more, it made him feel conflicted between pondering and flattered that Jojo thought he had him figured out and insulted that he assumed so much. A token reaction, this Joestar of hi- no, not his, stop that.

The tug on his headband, though just as abrupt as the first time (as any of the plans Joseph pulls out of his ass) it was more welcoming and, like a magnet or a homing beacon, Caesar slowly leaned forward, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast shut. In a rumble that purred right through his fingertips and into Joseph, he asked:]

Do you, now? Do you really know me?

[His tone was steady and strong but there was apprehension underlining it, curiosity, regret- so many emotions cycled through within just a few words leaving his lips. Mere moments. His battles with himself and his past and this future, he couldn't know. But maybe, because sometimes it was like looking into one of those funhouse mirrors, a parallel that drenched their genes in destiny, he did.]

Edited 2013-08-04 10:01 (UTC)

[ Caesar's words crashed into him, then the silence afterwards filled his mind of doubt. For a moment he was swept away by the realization that he didn't know one bit about his past, his family or the place he grew up in. And since there seemed to be no need to learn these things from one another, Joseph had been taking this for granted. He knew Caesar, the Caesar that constantly mocked him and nagged him around, the one that showed him how to control his ripple and burnish his technique... He only knew there was some sort of bounded-by-blood kind of fate between them. Even then, Joseph had never experienced partnership, there wasn't any need for him to cooperate with anyone, his goals in life before he started this journey were less than admirable. Overall, in his fucked up voyage and his many encounters, he only trusted Caesar with his life and he knew his friend returned the favor, which was enough for him. Trust was a terribly tricky business, he learned that with Straights... so for Joseph this meant everything, this was everything he needed to know.

Caesar's breath was warm and sharp, it had to be the wine. It mixed with his own personal scent and Joseph had to fight not to roll his eyes for a moment. He kept his grip firm on the headband and when their faces were almost touching, all the big talk from before seemed long gone. There was only this and he never meant to hurt Caesar's pride but his words were earnest. ]

I'm afraid I do.

[ He reached up, and mildly dragged his thumb over his partner's lower lip pressing right in the middle, his eyes fixed on this particular spot. ]

Edited 2013-08-05 06:53 (UTC)

Jojo, I-- [The moment Joseph's thumb met his lip Caesar went silent, voice caught doing somersaults between his heart and teeth. His adam's apple bobbed anxiously even as his eyes widened at the weight of those words.

His fingers slightly dig into the back of his friends neck, the soft hair there tickling his fingers, causing him to brush his fingertips through them unconsciously, thoughts a whirlwind in his head. There was so much open to interpretation with those four words. Joseph Joestar is a cocky shithole. That much was certain. He talked big and somehow turned brilliance on a dime, had absolutely zero game when it came to women, cheated as easily as he breathed, had the manners of a neanderthal but-...but. There had never been anyone in his life he felt this for, and there would probably never be someone like this ever again. Trust with more than just his life, with their feelings in sync. That was a rare thing.

Did Joseph feel it too? Was that what he meant? It should matter, shouldn't it? Caesar, though all about flowery words and shit, sought the truth no matter what, always, lined out for him. But this time...Instead of pursuing that too deeply (for now), Caesar can only focus on the electricity of Joseph's thumb against his lip, leaving the cells tingling as if burnt. It was a nice kind of slow burn, though, one that settled in his very bones. His lips parted, lower lip dipping and pursing slightly, trailing up the calloused flesh of Jojo's thumb.

Your move, Jojo, the soft look in electric green eyes seemed to say. His head swam and he wasn't sure if it was the wine (no way!) or the sudden change in atmosphere. All he could interpret was things had gotten interesting.]

Edited 2013-08-05 09:37 (UTC)

[ Caesar didn't speak another word, and he appreciated it. He was damn sure he knew what Joseph meant. He felt grateful then, grateful for the silence, grateful for Caesar, for finally figuring out something in his life for once that didn't involve vampires, immortal stone men , or getting his ass kicked. Even then he didn't feel safe and although there wasn't anything he could do about it anymore, he was happy to walk that slippery slope to hell with Caesar by his side.

But then Caesar, smoothly drags his lower lip across his thumb. And he knows what it means, it's the hazy summer heat and his heart pounding on his chest while he props himself up and considerably reduces the distance between them, his thumb now outlining the curve of that smug mouth, and when he withdrew his hand he proceeded to show him the faded black smudge on his finger, it was ink from the pasta. ]

Careful, that stains you know? (of course you know, you're YOU)

[ And before he had to listen to Caesar go back to asshole mode, he caught his face between his hands and tilted his head until their foreheads touched. And even though he wanted to just close the deal then and there, he felt like he needed some sort of approval (it wasn't like his stomach was turning and his heart was climbing up his throat...) ]

Edited 2013-08-06 07:39 (UTC)

[And so, Caesar waited, that tingling sensation spreading from his lips down his throat and chest, welcome and soppy sweet, waited for Joseph to spout some bullshit, to punch him, to make a careless, stupid joke, to burp, anything--

What he didn't except was for Joseph's face to suddenly loom close as he propped himself up, that thumb tracing his lips, dazed as he was showed the ink, and two hands delightfully warmed from the sun to gently cup his face.

His head was fuzzy, the moment in time narrowing to a fine point, tunnel vision, of Jojo's forehead against his, soft brown locks mixing with his own blonde hair, those deep blue on green eyes gazing into his, maybe deeper than he'd ever given the idiot credit for.

His heart leaps from his spleen to his lung in that single instant, his breath coming out punched, tight. Time had stopped, only to resume as he takes a deep breath, knowing this was it. Whatever move he took now could change their relationship forever. Joseph was trying to tell him something important. Message received, hopefully. His stomach lurches at the thought, the weight of their little world up till now, as he turns his head slightly and purrs:]

Ho un debole per te. [And plants a kiss on Joseph's cheek, lips curling into a smile, a true, honest the fuck smile.] Sei sempre nel mio cuore. [He adds as he plants another kiss on Joseph's opposite cheek, his lips lingering entirely too long. Finally he rests his forehead against Joseph's once more, licks his lips with consideration, and waited once more.]

Edited 2013-08-06 18:20 (UTC)

[ You're a grown man, you're saving the world and putting yourself in the line of fire. Your heart might explode at the end of the month, remember?

He didn't, he couldn't for the life of him.

His toes curled as Caesar's mouth kept pouring words on him, words he couldn't grasp, but when they came out of his mouth they had substance, they had meaning... His breath was spicy and the warmth it kept spreading on his face made his head spin in a pleasant, feverish frenzy. The first kiss pulled him down to earth and it was like he fell on his ass, he was beyond words now, no smartass remark, no silly games, he was screwed. The one on his left cheek spread on his face like fire, his ears were fucking burning and he could not even think of a single word then, apparently all his mental and physical training had been reduced to this. He couldn't stand Caesar's eyes now, because Joseph probably had the most dumbfounded expression and even though Caesar had seen the entire repertoire of those, he couldn't help but close his eyes so he didn't have to watch him stare. So he hid himself in the crook of his friend's neck and said, in an almost hesitant tone: ]

Say it again.

Edited 2013-08-07 08:25 (UTC)

[Caesar carefully gauged Jojo's reaction and didn't have to wait long before the Joestar closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. He lightly carded his fingers through those soft brown locks at the back of Jojo's skull, cradling it affectionately even as his stomach dropped from his abdomen to his ass the moment he seemed to be pulling away, disappointment and an emptiness that had no merit and fear mingling together in infamy, but-
No...
No, he--! Joseph's startlingly warm nose nuzzled against the crook of his neck as he settled there comfortably. Caesar gives himself a moment to collect himself (yes, he does have a pulse, ouch! that pinch fucking hurt- yep, awake and conscious). His fingers tightened just a smidgen.

That goddamn voice, that plea, that need german supplex'd his heart, left his knees feeling considerably tremble-y. He needed something too. What, he isn't sure of yet, but the more they laid here like this the more he would discover, surely. Sliding a thumb through Joseph's hair to meet one of those cute little red ears, he caresses it, last bout of courage, challenge accepted. His voice grows more confident as he says,]

Sono abbagliato da te. [His thumb rubs the ridge of Joseph's ear with a certain fondness, the corners of his mouth lifted by just as much adoration. When he was pliant like this Joseph could be rather adorable as hell, huh?] Tu sei una stella...la mia stella.

[ He connected the dots and figured out that last sentence, based on his own crappy italian-- THAT BASTARD!

That was it, that was the end of the line for him, the honest-to-god smile on Caesar's face, his fingers toying with his ear while he spoke his sweet venom. It hit him right in the chest and he wanted to twist and turn and shout how un-fucking-fair was it that only a few spoken words could make him this desperate, but it made the fire inside him stirr. He felt suddenly aware of how close their bodies were... He had to make his move before he started getting too excited on certain... places.

Joseph could hardly fight the urge to retaliate, he couldn't allow himself to feel this powerless. He wanted to make him feel this desperate too!
He had to get back in the game somehow but no word come out of his smartass mouth which was completely new and terrifying. So then the easiest, fastest way to do that would be...

He sat there, silent, his lower lip tightly tucked between his teeth. He then wrapped himself around Caesar, hands clasped tight on his back and just pushed his weight down on him, bringing both of them to the ground.]

Hey.

You done eating already?

[ With that and a friendly head bump, he knew he was back in.]

Edited 2013-08-08 19:29 (UTC)

[The breath isn't just knocked out of Caesar; it was stolen, absolutely and thoroughly, like Joseph had sucked it right out of his lungs and it takes a few stunned, silent moments for him to realize he's on his back and the warm, welcoming, yielding weight pressed hip to hip on top of him is none other than Joseph Joestar. This close, the distinct scent that belongs to him, the sharp scent of earth after a long overdue rain, wafts into his nose and infects him to the very core.

So you can't exactly blame him for blinking up at Jojo stupidly for a couple of seconds, mouth opening and closing, utterly lost for words, dazed as fuck. Jojo's voice always has a quality to it that can't be ignored; it always seems to pull Caesar back from the brink, whether in anger or exasperation or this time--

He leans his forehead against Jojo's, finds it a little slick with sweat, but strangely finds it a little endearing. The weather sure was hot but he'd aided in making that line of sweat at Jojo's hairline, he did that.]

I'm not so sure. I think there's another snack I could nibble on here and there.

[He retorts; it isn't the weight of the universe or the pride of his family lining his voice, it's...pure, unadulterated hesitance. Throwing more caution to the crisp, salty air, he places his hand at the small of Jojo's back and prays to every god out there, even a few made up ones, that the definite interest in his pants isn't obvious.

Damn you Joseph Joestar...!!!]

Edited 2013-08-10 04:17 (UTC)

[ A single drop of sweat fell from his chin. After that Caesar fucking dared to push their foreheads together once again, not to mention the hand on his back that was giving him just the right amount of pressure-- oh god his breath smells really good fuck shit damn this fucking idiot- but he managed to keep his poker face on.

He wore that douche facade all too well for someone who was this close to getting a undesired hard on against his best friend's groin. There, he admitted it. But he was sure he could control it as long as he carefully and casually released his grip on Caesar and backed off a couple of inches.
The tricky part was that he didn't really want to move and that the slightest amount of friction would get his motor running, because he is no smooth operator. His palms were starting to sweat too, great timing Joestar. He didn't have to worry about a thing as long as he made his move in the right moment. But then... ]

I think there's another snack I could nibble on here and there.

[ To hell with this shit.

He did it, he felt that magnetic pull between them and brought his lips merely inches to Caesar's, screw it, and even though he'd wait for Caesar to react before proceeding, his mind was pretty much made up. ]

Really now? And what might that be?

[Receiving no reaction from the Joestar is worse than any negative reaction his mind tortured him with, the what-ifs, and for a moment his chest tightens, his throat stings, and instead of lavishing that bead of sweat that rolls down his chin with his tongue like he almost ducks his head to do so, Caesar almost pulls away, gives an unhinged laugh he'd never feel from the numbness in his bones, punches Jojo playfully, and spends the rest of the afternoon berating himself for being wrong, this god damn time. Another trick--?

But to his utter delight, suddenly Jojo's lips are mere inches from his, their breaths mingle as one, scorching hot but welcoming, wafting against his face, his heart jumps from his spleen to his throat. Joseph says the magic words; Caesar can't tell if its unbridled frustration or joy or fear that's trying to burst and claw itself out of his chest. All he knows is that his fingers tighten at Jojo's waist, like they belonged there, his fingers find purchase in soft locks of brown hair, the gap between them closes, slowly, as he huskily murmurs--]

This...morsel...right...here. [His eyes flutter shut as he crushes his lips to Joseph's. Fucking finally. Angels sing, his lips tingle, Hallelujah]

[ The moment their lips met, that soft, wet and long awaited instant melted him to the core. Joseph could hardly control himself as he gathered Caesar's face in his hands as if he could just change his mind any second now. He didn't want just a taste, he wanted to make sure the memory would linger in his mouth for days, weeks, months. He kept his eyes tightly shut, his breathing unsteady. The mildness of Caesar's mouth, that fucking smell of his and their bodies joined form hip to chest and his hands, those greedy fuckers, he wanted them all over his back and chest, clinging to his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, his lips slowly pried Caesar's mouth open and the mere sensation of their tongues slightly touching made his head spin again.

He was trying, he swore on his life, to keep himself from devouring Caesar whole. But the heat between them was unbearable. The thought of Caesar underneath him, it was as new and frightening as it felt right and this is where he should have been all along, no, this is where they should have been. He couldn't help but to smirk against Caesar's mouth. ]

[When they kissed, it's more than molten hot lava bubbling and active, it's more than just a spark when their lips merged and molded and pressed together; it's a living column of pure flame that joins their bodies together (as hot as the very first flame Prometheus gave man), reaching inside Caesar and burning him from the inside out. His breath came out in the form of short, punched out huffs through his nose; He was dizzy in his want, his need, his fingers thread through Joseph's hair, pulling tightly, his other hand scrabbling against Jojo's back, adamantly pushing them flush together, no spaces to escape their intertwining heat.

Jojo deepens the kiss and Caesar's head swims, a whimper of need ripped from his throat unbidden, their tongues meet, his heart sings, a song that belongs solely and soully to he and Joseph. The fear and hesitance, reflection and brooding, from moments ago is miles away now in the face of their combined power. He wiggles closer, as close as he can possibly get without completely coming one, without his tented pants, starved of friction, brushing too greedily against his crotch, what heat is Joseph's and what heat belongs to Caesar-

It doesn't matter. This feels right. Righter than it ever has. Beneath this solid weight, home, safe. Jojo's lips curve beneath his, he sighs, he melts into his arms--
he smiles]

Edited 2013-08-12 08:24 (UTC)

[ Caesar's grip on his hair almost yanked his head but like fucking hell he was backing off now. That sweet cry that came out of Caesar only made him want to go further, deeper... His tongue tentatively grazed Caesar's lower lip, and that moment when the corners of his mouth curled in a warm smile, that moment of pure and unavoidable realization was enough, he didn't need words, there was no room for any. He doubted he could speak even. The suffocating heat coming and going between their bodies didn't burn as much as Caesar's hands on his back and tangled up in his hair, he was almost certain they could melt into his flesh and bones.

He needed to leave his own brand on Caesar as well, and placed one of his hands down his chest, the tips of his fingers desperately wandering, aching to feel skin on skin.

He was also aware of how his pants were gradually tightening uncomfortably on his crotch so he kept his hips steady where they were, no matter how much he wanted to rub that growing pain against his friend's leg. ]

[Jojo's hand traversing his chest results in a path of electricity to crackle to life, goosebumps form on his arms, he shivers beneath the heated line of Jojo's body. His mind is in a complete sensory haze, focused on the feeling of that trim body pressed against him, the growing interest and twitch of his hips (steady there, boy, steady as he goes, now) and the endearing noises vibrating between the two of them. All he knows is he can't get enough of this, never enough of this, where has this been all his life, all of this addicting fire and chests brushing together deliciously, lungs aching, hungry, greedy mouths crushing together-- Joseph was going to devour him whole; that thought spurned a fresh flashfire surging through his very veins.

He's got a white-knuckle grip on Jojo's shirt, fingers dragging roughly at the warm, tanned skin beneath, (not enough to bruise but, mama mia, wouldn't that be a sight to behold? Fingershaped purple marks, marking the already marked Joestar-- shitfuckmiodio, steady, man) that swipe of tongue yanks a gasp out of him, a groan, straight from his chest, out his mouth and through his bones, fingers giving an encouraging, desperate rake through brown locks. Then he does an irresistible, deeply satisfying something he didn't even know he wanted. He draws Joseph's fat, juicy bottom lip into his mouth and sucks.]

[ The constant and desperate pull of Caesar's fingers on his hair was almost rhythmic, his breathing completely out of control, that erratic twitch from his hips, it was all wild and a he was a complete and utter mess. Joseph just wanted more, to shatter whatever was left of Caesar's doubt. He traced his fingers across his chest and up his neck, and then down his shoulder, sneaking under whatever piece of clothing he found on the way. And just like that there was a hand on his chest as well, clinging to his shirt, then suddenly under it, and damn it if those fingers weren't making him suddenly aware of how incredibly sensitive his own skin was. Then that mellow almost pained groan that came out of him, what a fucking delight. It was all fine and dandy until Caesar's sly mouth closed on his lower lip and sucked, and an unbidden but thankfully low moan came out of him.

It seemed overbearing, the amount of control he was putting into not crossing any boundaries, not eating him in one bite, but then that fucker had to go there... so he slowly pressed his tongue inside Caesar's mouth. He took a deep fucking breath because he didn't expect it to be so inviting and warm and wet and then his pants felt even tighter.

So he did the unthinkable and shifted, just for the sake of finding some sort of comfort. However he seemed to have miscalculated since... well, his painful and nearly obvious hard-on had just fully been pressed against Caesar's crotch...

His eyes snapped open. ]

Edited 2013-08-15 06:47 (UTC)

[Jojo's fingers skim over his sides and across his hips in featherlight touches that manage to make him shake, nails lightly raking against Jojo's belly as a result, jesus christ the boy is stacked, quivering muscles working beneath his exploration.

The scorching, slick press of his tongue in Caesar's mouth is welcome, his own mouth crinkles in delight, followed by his lips sealing firmly over Jojo's; his tongue brushes against his. He's content, satisfied, with carding his fingers through Jojo's hair, exchanging sloppy, wet, lazy kisses, pulling away only to relieve the burning of his lungs, greedy for air.

He's content, he thinks through the haze, until Jojo shifts that juicy booty of his and their crotches meet. Hot, white pleasure skyrockets through his dick, enough to make his toes curl and drag a deep, throaty moan (kicking and screaming and aching raw in the back of Caesar's throat) rumble through his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, cheeks flushing, his mouth parting from Jojo's but never straying far, mere inches between their lips, and with a ragged gasp he says--]

Si guida pazzesco. [And brings his trembling mouth right to the delicate corner of Jojo's, tightening his fingers' grip and rolling his hips once in warning.

Don't you dare start what you can't finish, bambino.]

Edited 2013-08-15 10:18 (UTC)

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get ready for a wild ride yo

keep thinkin that ;)

THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE I GUESS

SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT EVEN!!!!!!!!

shalalalala my oh my looks like the boys too shy aint gonna kiss the jerk

WHOA~ WHOA~ SHALALALALALA AIN'T IT SAD? AIN'T IT A SHAME? IF HE MISSES DE BOY I'M GOING TO SHIT !!!

vibrating intensifies

jizzing intensifies

im sorry if this isnt as cool as i wanted it to be

shut your mouth I am blown (.............) away, dammit!

imsorrythisispoop

THAT WAS FUCKING MAGNIFICENT!!!

sorry its short but transition transition 2.0

its beautimous no matter what length (...........)

DAMN RIGHT THIS GOT SOME LENGTH ALRIGHT

I want that length in my mouth- I mean

hope im not getting ahead of myself

NEVER! (you might get a "head" if you play your cards right tho ;))

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sorry this was so long whasdajdf

no sorries just complete and utter arousal and wet panties