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kyouyasangels_inc2013-05-31 01:36 am
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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. ]
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. ]
i dont know this is mad gay
He wasn't sure what to expect, in all good honesty he had never touched a guy's junk before. So he held it like he would held his own but... this was CAESAR, his companion, best friend and now... now he guessed there was at least an 'it's complicated' undertone.
He wraps his hand on Caesar's hard cock and gives a single stroke and it feels wonderful. He can hear him sucking air through his teeth, so he does it again and once more, lovely. Fucking lovely. He rubbs his thumb on the head and swirls it around it. He looks back to Caesar, and his smile is cocky and devoid of shame. ]
Why, Caesar... I'm impressed, you're already going all out to confess your love for me!~
SUPER MAD GAY
Jojo's words cause him to open his eyes once more, cheeks dusting with a new shade of pink that has so much to do with the pleasure, tight and warm in his chest and settling in his belly. Lo-love? He licks his lips, considering, peers at Jojo from beneath golden lashes and sighs]
Shut up, idiot. Ti desidero. [He realizes, enough to not burst his bubble but send it higher, towering, that there's more meaning behind that than he'd like to admit with their cocks in hand. Shit. Fuck.] I feel for you, that's for certain.
WOWIE ;~; I'M MOVED
He kept his eyes fixed on Caesar's lips, and thought about where he'd like to have them... Lost in thought, he gave a single sharp thrust as well. He wanted that taste back in his mouth, sweet and sour...
His words hit Joseph hard, he expected a witty comeback and a refined rejection, and he was damn sure Caesar knew he had it coming. But there was no bite in his retort, only a blunt statement that made all the blood in his body go straight to his dick, some of it to his face... He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, he just leaned in and said: ]
anche a me.
i hate them so much
Then, then those words leave those lush lips and Caesar's eyes widen, his cock twitches in Jojo's hand, that clumsy, honest, breathtaking italian falling from Jojo's lips and dragging him asunder. It wasn't a purr, it was a growl, a low hum, a beat of their hearts in sync, the spark of the gunpowder that seemed to coat the very air, to ignite in a shower of flame, dragging them with it. And honestly, he could care less if he fell to it's mercy. He'd go willingly if only knowing he'd never lose this again.
Caesar lo-likes Jojo like a gunshot, wild and explosive and damning. His pulse pounds and roars in his ears, much like that bullet, lingering; the recoil quakes through his very marrow, leftover for days and days and days.
He sighs, ragged, breathless, arm curling around Jojo's back, desperate, knuckles white. He nuzzles his forehead against Jojo's, thrusts, his composure cracking, hanging by the tips of fingers on the ledge. He whispers--]
Mi stai uccidendo. To think your first grade italian would make me ache for you so.
i cant deal with these two kill me
He began to match his thrusts. Both of them demanding, both of them caving. His grip was tight and his strokes became furious, he saw him break, turn into a panting mess and Joseph could only lean and kiss his cheek just once because it was still Caesar, and when the time comes that you admit how much you want to fuck your best friend's brains out, well... he thought it happened once in a lifetime so he had to embrace it and dive deep into this frenzied state of mind. It made his hunger for Caesar grow, and he became wild.
His hips kept driving into those skilled finger, stealing the air from his lungs, his cock twitching and swelling in Caesar's hand, and for a second there he pictured what it would look like all wrapped up in that pretty mouth of his, Good-fucking-bye, if he kept thinking about Caesar's mouth he wouldn't last, The growl that escaped his mouth was raw, and it made his throat burn. ]
See? I can still show you a trick or two... Just-- aaah,-- just don't stop, you already got me.
[ He caught those luscious lips in a hungry kiss without warning, drowning every moan that tried to escape his mouth. To be fair, Caesar was killing him too...]
IM GOING GHOST!!!!!!!!!1
That smoldering look in those blue on green eyes, that raw growl, eliciting a shiver down his spine, pure, liquid pleasure, waking right there at the base of his spine, dragged Caesar down, down, his hand on Jojo's cock and his hips stuttering in unison, his cries of ecstasy swallowed by Jojo's lips.
Could he tell him? With his mouth and his hand and the volcanic heated line of his body flush to his, with his mother tongue and his tongue and teeth nipping and smoothing over Jojo's. Did he know, with just that touch he anchored, with a mere growl he wrecked the blonde utterly. His eyes flutter shut, all he can do is clutch at Jojo--
Suddenly a wave of reality crashes into him in the form of voices nearby, so close, in fact, that Caesar freezes, hips stopping mid-hump.
Fuck someone else had stumbled across this perfect spot! Not close enough to peer into the entrance of their little nook and spy, but close enough to pass by the dunes of sand surrounding their spot. Caesar's fingers dig into Jojo's back, fear lurching in his belly.]
oh no my boner
Those silent, smothered pleas that tried to escape Caesar had the sweetest taste... his cock twinged, blood surging and hand tightly clasped on Caesar's shoulder, fuck-- he was milking Joseph dry...
But then, nothing.
It took him a few seconds to notice Caesar's hips went still, mid-thrust. Hand frozen, still wrapped on Jojo's swollen cock, his mouth half open. So he opened one eye and all he could see was a widened green pupil. Huh? He pulled away and stared in complete awe, almost indignant. ]
H-hey... don't stop now...
all of my boners, the television series
Will you quiet down!? Someone's nearby and they might hear us over here! I won't stand for anyone interrupting our love making. Tch, irritating tourists.
[He'll have time to realize what the fuck he said and backpeddle, trip, tumble later, but for now he's focusing on keeping his hips, his damning hips damndable still. And keep Joseph (mostly) quiet. God damn what terrible timing! He bites his already swollen (from delicious kiss upon kiss upon worship of that lovely skin of Jojo's) bottom lip, clear frustration twisting his features. All he wants to do is continue their festivities but some asshole has to come ruin it!