get ready for a wild ride yo

[battletendencies]

[ 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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I want that length in my mouth- I mean

[colpo]

[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]

hope im not getting ahead of myself

[battletendencies]

[ 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. ]

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

[colpo]

[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]

oraoraoraoral?

[battletendencies]

[ 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. ]

mudamudamudamudaassssss (man this is poop warmed over)

[colpo]

[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.]

sorry this was so long whasdajdf

[battletendencies]

[ 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. ]

no sorries just complete and utter arousal and wet panties

[colpo]

[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.]