battletendencies: (im about to rock ur warudo)
battletendencies ([personal profile] battletendencies) wrote in [community profile] kyouyasangels_inc2013-05-31 01:36 am

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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colpo: (kissu)

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

[personal profile] colpo 2013-08-12 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[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)
colpo: (kissu)

mudamudamudamudaassssss (man this is poop warmed over)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-08-15 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
colpo: (kissu)

no sorries just complete and utter arousal and wet panties

[personal profile] colpo 2013-08-15 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
[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)