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Rohan makes his own schedule, and his own schedule almost always dictates a reasonable bedtime and a mature, alarm-less wake time. One of the drawbacks of dating someone four years his junior (or perhaps just that it’s Josuke, who despite having survived to age twenty, still refuses to adopt the sleep schedule of a normal person), means that Rohan often finds himself being roused awake by the insistent burning of late morning sunlight forcing its way through his blinds, irritable and poorly rested.
Though he fights consciousness, the dream he’s having about having his arm crushed by something incredibly warm and dense occurs to him to be true.
Rohan squirms out and away from under Josuke ungracefully, unfortunately sparking the clingy asshole to shift up closer to him the moment he manages to pull himself free. Despite the irritating tingling in his arm, the weight of Josuke at his back is considerably more comfortable than it was on top of him. He’s almost too comfortable now to be annoyed when Josuke starts trailing his fingers lightly down his side. “Morning, sensei,” he mumbles. Rohan could hear Josuke smiling even if he couldn’t feel it lingering on his lips as he presses a kiss to his shoulder.
The quiet affection mollifies him slightly, though he makes no move to show it, hoping to encourage some early morning quietude by giving no more response than a meaningless noise from his throat. Josuke’s fingers widen their span, though, and Rohan can already sense his intentions and feel the opportunity for a lazy morning of half-consciousness melting way. Fine, then, Rohan thinks, mentally posturing himself to let Josuke irritate him into more action than he’s likely counting on. Which doesn’t turn out to be difficult. Josuke doesn’t make any other moves for a while, just sending those soft, tickling lines of sensation along Rohan’s skin for so long that Rohan almost wonders if maybe he did misjudge Josuke’s intentions.
But he doesn’t drop his guard, and when Josuke’s hand travels up a bit further and thumbs across his nipple, Rohan uses that spike of annoyed adrenaline to slap his hand away and throw himself upward, shoving Josuke down flat on his back. He ends up half poised over him, pinning Josuke’s wrists to the bed, aware that he’d meant to say something scalding to him. Instead, his half-awake brain has stalled and he’s just scowling down at Josuke, who looks pretty pleased, and unfairly alluring with his eyes half-lidded and his typically styled hair cleansed of product and tousled far beyond recognition.
“Hey,” Josuke says, wiggling his hips hopefully.
Rohan’s scowl deepens. He trails his own hand over Josuke’s skin now, lightly fitting his fingers over the scattering of marks along his collarbone before twisting around and running them up the length of Josuke’s throat. Josuke stretches his neck out with that little smile still on his face, obviously enabling, encouraging Rohan to wrap his fingers fully around. Which he does, though he leaves his grip loose, allowing himself to get distracted by the shape of them, the feel of Josuke’s pulse beneath them, and Josuke’s sleepy but intense eyes watching him. Rohan wants to draw him. He’s got entire sketchbooks filled with Josuke by this point, and yet there’s always another angle. “You’re a menace,” he says finally.
The corners of Josuke’s mouth quirk up as if this was a compliment, drawing Rohan’s attention back to his lips. He’s feeling that familiar magnetism—whatever it is that enables Josuke to be irritating and at the same time draw him in.
He leans in, now indulging himself alone as his hand trails down just enough from Josuke’s throat that he can have better leverage to bite at him, sucking those thick, soft lips between his teeth. As Rohan presses down on him, Josuke makes a soft sound, a gasping exhalation of air no doubt due to the careless pressure he’s exerting on his chest as much as whatever tension Josuke’s letting free from finally being indulged.
Josuke responds to the contact immediately, his hands roaming across Rohan’s back and grabbing his thigh just below his ass to pull them flush together from the knees to the chest. Rohan allows himself to be pulled down, notes Josuke’s half-hard cock against his thigh and his shifting knee questing around beneath the rumpled sheets. He ignores both, biting him harder, making his already plush lips swell and chap and bleed. Josuke’s grip on him doesn’t dare to urge as much as to chase, to plead politely, to pretend he’s not the instigator by meeting Rohan’s teeth and nails with lips and the soft, healing pads of fingers.
Even though it irritates him, being forced into this villainous, aggressive role through some condescending act of innocence, Rohan doesn’t care. He could stop himself, if he wanted to. He doesn’t have to play along. But sometimes it’s more fun to relieve some pressure this way. Even if he knows he’s playing into Josuke’s hands, Rohan still gets the satisfaction of using him as his own personal canvas, one that even Josuke can’t wipe clean. He can watch the bruises and lines fade and form fresh, an ever evolving-artwork that will never be fully immortalized, except in Rohan’s memory.
Think of this, breaks away suddenly, sitting up and peering down at a slightly dazed Josuke, committing the image to his mind, in white and black and red for later. Before Josuke can heckle him again, he ducks down in search of some fresh skin to abuse. His nails scrape down along Josuke’s abdomen, making his muscles jump as he stimulates a nerve that leads down to his groin. Josuke groans, his own shorter fingernails barely touching Rohan’s shoulder as he shuffles even further down, pinching Josuke’s skin between his teeth as he does so.
He pauses, crouched halfway down the bed and looks up at Josuke’s face again. Josuke’s got a stupid, giddy look on his face as he’s trying to hide his hopeful excitement that makes Rohan want to roll his eyes.
“What?” he says, voice still gravelly from sleep, not quite as sharp as he’d like it to be. He’s not even expecting an answer, but he feels a sudden need to cut some of the tension, aware that Josuke’s been watching him intently this whole time, and there’s always the chance that he’ll embarrass himself given the chance.
Josuke blinks a few times and looks away, squinting as he accidentally catches too much sun leaking through the blinds. “Nothing. G’morning, I guess.” He rubs his eyes instead, trying to pretend he’s not already fully hard and palpably hoping Rohan wasn’t intending to stop there. This is amusing enough for Rohan to sneak a half smile while Josuke’s still trying to clear his eyes of sleep. With a bit of maneuvering, he shifts between Josuke’s thighs, finally sneaking his hand around his cock, giving the warm, dry skin a few testing strokes.
“Please don’t bite me,” Josuke says hopefully, wincing reluctantly as his cock hardens further in Rohan’s grasp. He’s got a few fresh marks on him from now that may not fade completely, not that it matters much; Rohan knows how Josuke’s clothes fit him.
“I’ll take it into consideration,” he says coolly, failing to hide his smile this time before he leans down to bite his thigh, hard. Josuke chokes on a gasp, but Rohan can feel him stiffen even further. He’s good and weighty in his hand now, satisfying, and Rohan’s jaw aches a bit with the desire to stretch around something more substantial than teasing bites of skin.
He shifts his fingers upwards, freeing up some space to get his lips around the side of Josuke’s base, immediately giving a good, hard suck and a quiet gasp, followed by a nice, wet stroke of his tongue. Josuke’s breath hitches and his fingers cover Rohan’s over their grip on his hip, one of the few places he’s free to touch, given they’ve both agreed hair is off limits except in very particular circumstances. His palms are already a little damp where they slip over Rohan’s knuckles, Rohan notices, and he’s worrying his fingertips between his teeth for lack of anything else to do with them.
“Don’t hold back,” he warns, directing his gaze toward Josuke’s fingers with narrowed eyes.
Josuke throws his head back restlessly, but drops them away from his mouth, stretching his arm out behind him, trying to find something solid to get hold of on the headboard. “Yeah, I know.”
Satisfied, Rohan moves up, tonguing around as much of Josuke as he can to save his own lips from chapping later. By the time he reaches his head, there’s a fat trickle of precum beading there. Rohan flicks his gaze up to Josuke as he sticks his tongue out, slowly and deliberately pressing the tip into his slit, letting his lip come up against the underside of his cock before he closes completely around it, letting his saliva drip down as he pumps over him a few times. Josuke grunts and groans, watching him do so, his fingers desperately flick over the tips of Rohan’s that are still glued to his skin. “Rohan, fuck,” he moans out, chest lifting off the mattress for a moment. His voice pitches up in a whine and he’s fidgeting a little under Rohan’s careful attention.
Keeping Josuke steady with his fingers circled around the base of his cock, Rohan takes him in again, adjusting himself on the bed so he can swallow even down more of him. He wonders if he should let Josuke come or keep him hard enough so he can fuck him later. But the thought passes as he decides it’d be more fun to make his first act of the day forcing Josuke to come undone. If he’s tired enough, he might even go back to sleep after. Rohan twists the hand around the base of Josuke’s cock so he can get his fingers underneath, massaging the soft, sensitive skin below his prick and finally swallowing at the sound of Josuke choking out a swear.
“Rohan, baby, please, please,” Josuke babbles, hips twisting as much as he dares in the confines of Rohan’s hot mouth. He’s clearly showing a lot of restraint, though Rohan has him half pinned down with the insistent hand he’s got on him. The hand he’d had on Josuke’s hip is sinking into the mattress now to give him a better angle, so Josuke’s got both of his on Rohan’s headboard. He thinks he hears the wood squeak and hopes Josuke knows if he damages more of his house he absolutely will come back to him with an invoice, regardless of their relationship status and disparate incomes.
He tightens his lips as he pulls up to Josuke’s head again, giving the barest hint of teeth, more touching than scraping, because he can’t resist being contrary after all. Josuke doesn’t seem to mind anyway. His chest is flushed and he’s already moaning out steadily and twitching to each adjustment Rohan makes of his fingers and his tongue.
Sliding down on his now slick cock, Rohan sucks this time, pressing his tongue flat against Josuke’s skin as he does so to guide him deeper into his throat. Josuke makes another strangled noise, followed by, “Oh, yes! Ahh—” but obediently keeps from shifting too much. He must already be close, Rohan thinks, as he tastes a bit of extra salty, slippery fluids along with what is mostly just his own saliva.
Establishing a rhythm, Rohan sucks and bobs on him, shifting his hand idly around Josuke’s sensitive regions and adding to his already substantial mental notes which places have him making which noises. They’re slipping against each other now as the sweat of activity and arousal beads on their skin, and rather than try to keep his hold on Josuke’s hips, Rohan shoves his other hand into the covers as well so he can suck him down harder.
“Ahh, hnn, god, please …” Josuke’s steady stream of appreciative noises continues and quickens as his restraint begins to melt away, and Rohan supposes he’ll be indulgent for the sake of building up his own arousal and let him finish. It only takes a little more; he swallows once and again, having no shortage of fluids to help him stretch his mouth around Josuke’s entire length.
“R-Rohan!” After another hard, heavy suck, Rohan pulls off to Josuke crying out his name again and takes him in his hand instead, pumping hard and casting thick streams of Josuke’s own cum over his twitching chest.
Rohan gasps for air and watches hungrily as Josuke climaxes below him. His own core gives a hard, hungry twitch at the pulsing of Josuke’s cock in his hand, the beautiful flex of his neck as he throws it back, and he’s quick enough after righting himself to get his other hand flat on Josuke’s abdomen so he can feel as well as see the muscles twitch with the contractions of his orgasm. After a moment, they’re both still, catching their breath in separate ways.
Rohan is still for a moment, swaying slightly now with his weight off his arms. Josuke lazily slings an arm over his flushed face, hiding his eyes as his chest continues to heave. He could easily fall asleep that way, leaving Rohan free to get a few more minutes of rest himself, if he chose to. But instead, he slowly lifts himself off the bed.
“I’m taking a bath,” he says, because Josuke immediately tries to grab for him when he moves.
“You can’t even wait one minute? I was going to—”
“You should think about doing the same,” Rohan continues, eyeing Josuke, who despite showering last night is covered in a fresh array of stickiness. He pulls his wrist gently from Josuke’s grasp and heads for the door, giving him a meaningful look as he steps through it.
He only makes it a couple steps down the hall before he hears Josuke groan and stumble breathlessly out of bed after him.