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Sprawled out on the couch lies a young man with a gorgeous body, stretched out languidly like a model for a photoshoot. The Great Kishibe Rohan had asked this man to stay and model for him, and a great artist like himself doesn’t shy away from a perfect form when he sees one bare. The man is, in fact, practically perfect.

There’s no age in his body yet, so his toned muscles and soft skin exude youth. Even then, the man takes pride in his workout routines which may or may not have added some spectacular musculature on an already flattering male form. There is not a blemish anywhere on his body, despite some scars from the man’s habit of carelessly throwing himself into dangerous situations to save someone other than himself. It’s his heart of gold, however, that shines through his broad chest with skin stretched tight over firm pecs.

No, even the Great Kishibe Rohan can admire a good form when he sees one. There is only one problem. A small detail that ruins the entire picture.

His model is Josuke Higashikata. Rohan really only scoffs anymore at the young man, but it’s still undeniably Josuke. He can appreciate how much Josuke grew in the past couple years, particularly fixing his horrible punk-ish attitude and turning a full 180 to become a cop. He certainly has the body for it, and the warm caring heart to protect innocents as always.

What’s the matter, Rohan-sensei? Josuke prods, arms folded behind his head casually as he puffs up his chest. Any lesser man might have swooned, but not Rohan. Not when it’s Josuke. Is my form not inspiring enough?

Josuke’s body is plenty inspiring, and for more than just art, but Rohan dismisses the thought. He bites the end of his pencil, feigning critical thinking.

It’s not that I don’t have enough to work with, I just have to make some minor adjustments, Rohan drawls. Pretending that he’s not interested will hopefully trick himself into thinking he isn’t. Unfortunately, it’s a losing battle, and it isn’t working on Josuke.

You’re telling me I’m not the perfect marble-carved sculpture you so kindly complimented me earlier on? Rohan-sensei, you hurt me! Josuke dramatically grabs his chest.

You know very well how I work. What makes my art so entertaining is its reality, is it not?

C’mon, you’re not going to try to tone me down, are ya? I knew I was too perfect to be a model.

The short arrogant huff is really sarcasm and meant to sound bigger than he means it. However, Rohan knows the young man unfortunately too well after they put old rivalries behind to be, what they dare call, friends. Josuke couldn’t be arrogant to save his life. His ability to aggravate Rohan, however, trumps his usual courtesy.

Careful, Higashikata-

Officer Higashikata, Josuke reminds him the same old rebuttal with the same old teasing smile.

-If I help inflate your ego any further, it’s going to go right to your h-

Don’t say it, his voice falls much more seriously.

-head. Rohan also falls flat. I was only going to say your head. At least Rohan has developed enough respect towards Josuke to avoid directly insulting his hairstyle.

Josuke huffs a lot less sarcastically. Rohan hadn’t realized Josuke was watching him draw as much as the artist was watching him pose until Josuke finally looked away. The loss of eye contact puts the distance back up between them. He takes the opportunity to relax in the arm chair he turned to face the couch.

With his check on his fist, Rohan scans his rough sketch. He was avoiding two main places to start. He avoided drawing Josuke’s head - because it is attached to his prideful pompadour - and held off drawing his waist down. That leaves him with really only a torso. A beautifully sculpted and well-defined torso at that, with the start of bulging biceps, but nothing much more.

Neither meet each other’s gaze again, and Rohan knows they are both petty enough to keep this up if they aren’t careful. It’s the only reason their friendship is so rocky in the first place. Old habits die hard, Rohan supposes.

Letting air out of his cheeks, Josuke rolls to lie flat on his back, no longer so elegantly posed as Rohan had him. It causes the mangaka to roll his eyes. He verbally manhandled Josuke enough to get him to that perfect position, it’s going to be hell trying to explain it a second time. He might have to physically drag Josuke back into shape.

A light bulb goes off in his head. Setting his sketch pad down on the end table next to him, Rohan stands. He adjusts his crop top first - it had ridden up under his jacket - as he carefully arranges his words. They are often only words apart from getting closer or meeting fists, and so far they’ve only gone to fists.

Sometimes, for my art, just seeing the reality isn’t enough, Rohan starts grandly in his usual haughty attitude. Josuke glances up from under his lashes as he registered Rohan moving, but doesn’t otherwise turn to acknowledge him. The artist takes advantage to rake his eyes fully over the form slumped on the couch.

But reality isn’t just witnessing the world. It’s living, experiencing the world as it’s meant to be experienced.

At this, Josuke finally turns to lift a curved eyebrow at Rohan. Rohan most definitely does not catch his breath at this. Whatever Josuke interprets from his words, however, starts settling in as his body tenses and grows defensive. Usually his defensiveness is evident in his curled fists, but right now the mangaka finds it in the rapidly increasing rise and fall of Josuke’s chest.

Rohan hasn’t realized he has moved closer until his shin bumps the edge of the couch. If he’s here, he might as well go all out. The artist’s voice and eyelids fall low as he leans down into Josuke’s face.

Perfection may very well be right before my eyes. But it isn’t real until it’s in my hands.

Rohan lifts his hand towards Josuke’s face. His throat bobs as Rohan leans down closer. The shimmer in his blue eyes from the dim lighting in the room strikes him like finding a diamond in the rough. It’s captivating, alluring, holding secrets in their depths that Rohan would love to read, and not necessarily with his Stand.

As much as Josuke grew and improved, there's only one thing that hasn't changed that Rohan really thinks he would have grown out of by now.

Without warning, Rohan’s fingers find the obscene pompadour shielding Josuke’s handsome face from the romantic light. His fingers card right through. Regrettably, it isn’t an easy task for as much hair gel and hairspray Josuke uses to keep his dead hairstyle alive. Plus, Josuke is a battle-ready Stand user and now trained police officer.

All this really means is that Rohan did not get far.

Despite his previous engagement as a model, Josuke leaps up in a blink of an eye. Rohan was pushed back and pinned down on the opposite end of the couch before he could even process that Josuke snatched his wrist. Of course, he had been a little fixated feeling the pressure in his wrist. All of Josuke’s strength is channeled through the one hand pinning down his arm and his other arm braced against his chest.

It would be a frightening situation for a criminal to be caught by Josuke like this, but Rohan experiences an entirely different rush. Eyes blown wide reveal more of Josuke’s diamond interior, and his bare skin leaves literally nothing to the imagination - as was the point of the modeling. His once accelerated breathing is now level with focus, contrasting starkly to Rohan’s cool now shattered. There’s no trace of Josuke’s endearing smile or teasing smirk; only menacingly bared teeth.

Is this a joke to you? Josuke hisses, nearly spitting on Rohan’s face.

The smaller man flinches away. Rightly so for as threatening as Josuke is, but it catches the pure-hearted man off guard. Usually, even right before Crazy Diamond decks him in the teeth, Rohan doesn’t flinch. He expects everything that Josuke might try to do to him, if he’s not confident that he can protect himself from the attack in the first place.

I think of everything as a work of art, Higashikata, Rohan starts, but Josuke can already see where this is going. His arm pinning Rohan’s chest shifts up to press against his throat.

I may have agreed to be your model, but I’m not one of your projects to fix.

Fortunately but disappointingly, Josuke releases Rohan, sitting upright on the couch and subtly laying his arm between his legs in a belated sense of modesty. Rohan sits up beside him, clearing his throat and cautious to keep his distance from Josuke’s bare skin.

I wasn’t lying saying that you are perfect, Josuke, Rohan starts with a regrettably weakened voice. Neither want to admit the flutter in their chests realizing Rohan accidentally called him by his first name.

Then what do you call that little stunt, huh? he barks a little too defensively, a little too hurt. Experiencing what I would be like if I fit your expectations?

It hits a little too hard on the head, so Rohan looks away and doesn’t reply. He had thought Josuke’s self-esteem to have grown beyond his emotional crutch of a hairstyle. Rather, he had hoped. But do you ever truly want to change someone you care about?

Listen Rohan, Josuke’s voice turns to steel, and despite being the one fully clothed, a shiver runs down the artist’s spine. I’m glad we made it past trying to screw each other over. Hell, I’m even happy we’re friends. But I won’t tolerate your pettiness anymore. Be lucky I outgrew beating your ass for it.

Hands on his knees, Josuke pushes himself up from the couch. Rohan’s hand is quicker, though. An unexpected pull on his elbow sends him falling back down onto the couch with a little bounce.

There’s a fire now in his diamond eyes. Rohan, as ever, meets Josuke’s gaze with his own steeled resolution. It was Josuke’s own poor choice of words. Beating his ass. While Rohan prides himself for always keeping a level head, somehow Josuke always makes himself the exception.

Only Josuke makes Rohan lose his cool. Only Josuke can get under Rohan’s skin. Only Josuke can torture Rohan when they say they are friends. Only Josuke can edge the line between Rohan’s dignity and his desire.

The officer scowls at Rohan when he’s forced to stay on the couch. Josuke’s plump lips always puff up a little more when he pouts. Rohan has always known this, has always seen it. But has he ever experienced it?

Throwing himself at Josuke sparks the officer’s immediate defensive response, but once Rohan’s lips are on his, it all melts away. His lips aren’t as plush as they seem however. They’re more. Rohan lets himself get lost in the feeling of Josuke’s soft smooth lips for a long moment.

Rohan has an infuriating habit of analysing too much out of everything. Josuke’s hands are hesitant to even graze him, when his fists would be all too eager. He wonders just where Josuke’s confidence soared off to. Not just a moment before, Josuke was all over him trying to pin him down. The action would be no different, but implication would. Perhaps Rohan can use that to his advantage.

Breaking the kiss and leaving Josuke blinking, dazed, Rohan sits up. He makes sure the pillows behind him are loosely adjusted to take him before he decides to break Josuke out of his trace.

I was only trying to fix your hair a bit.

Josuke pounces in every sense of the term. Again, he’s on top of Rohan, making sure there’s no escape. Which, conveniently in line with the mangaka’s plan, presses all of Josuke’s handsome muscles against him. Enraged, Josuke is about to chew him out or punch his nose in when Rohan interrupts him.

Only someone truly deserving would get the chance to see anything other than your perfect pompadour. Makes for a sultry romantic look.

Romantic? Josuke’s mind draws a blank. Looking down at Rohan beneath him, and back up to his half-lidded gaze, it finally clicks.

Of course, to fully realize your perfection, I would have to experience it, after all, Rohan breathes out as sultry as he can muster.

He examines Josuke’s reaction for any negative response. He would expect to see flying fists before he would expect to see that teasing coy grin again. Strong hands readjust themselves, taking both of Rohan’s wrists above his head and keeping them locked there.

So that’s why you had me naked, huh? Modeling, my ass.

Indeed your ass.

Josuke dives on another kiss, stealing Rohan’s startled gasp from his lungs. Sure, maybe Rohan was simply entertaining his fantasies when he asked Josuke to model for him, but he never expected a yes. Surely never one this enthusiastic.

Somewhere in the back of their minds, then, they might have seen this coming. But neither are going to acknowledge it in the moment. Rohan’s lips may be small and covered in lipstick, but it doesn’t stop Josuke from devouring them. He even chances an exploratory lick against Rohan’s bottom lip.

The jolt from Rohan’s body gives Josuke a clear yes in his mind. His tongue delves in between lips and teeth. His lips force Rohan’s mouth open to accept him, and Josuke isn’t sure he has tasted anything so delectable in his life. Just the feel of licking Rohan’s tongue has both of them grabbing for each other, seeking to be impossibly closer.

Rohan’s hands have been wandering by themselves. Each little shiver under Josuke’s skin is chased by thin fingers. By now, Rohan already knows the shape of Josuke’s shoulder blades and how they flex when he tries pulling him closer to his chest. Rohan has also learned that Josuke is extremely ticklish in his lower back, but that a fact for another day. Besides, Josuke lets out the most delicious moan when Rohan’s nails drag down his shoulders.

The combination of a particularly well-timed nip on Josuke’s lip and Rohan raking his fingers down his back has Josuke rutting forward. His hips moved on their own, but it reminded both of them that Josuke is very much naked.

They freeze there for a moment. It gives Rohan a chance to catch his breath as Josuke contemplates his actions. They both watch each other’s chests huff in dyssynchrony. Josuke’s hips roll again, then one more time. Their eyes catch each other taking turns glancing down.

There’s only two ways Josuke can see this turning out. Either they get disgusted and stop, or they go through with it. His stomach sinks as he realizes he doesn’t know what scares him more. He glances up to Rohan, worried he’ll make the wrong decision.

Rohan, easily reading anyone even without his Stand, feels the hesitation in the tension of Josuke’s back and the anxiety written between his brows. He knows Josuke isn’t entirely sure about this, but Rohan starts rolling his hips up into Josuke’s encouragingly.

With a groan, Josuke drops his head momentarily, fighting the impulse to rut back.

Nothing is holding you back, Rohan whispers. Josuke’s thighs tense. Rohan’s fingers trace the nape of his neck as he presses his lips towards Josuke’s ear. I bet you’re just too intimidated by me. After all, I’m hard to please.

Is that a challenge? Josuke growls right back in Rohan’s ear. The mangaka grins.

I’ve seen you, and I’ve had bigger.

It’s a blatant lie, but it’s just enough to push Josuke over the edge. The pompadoured man lunges for his mouth again, claiming Rohan with his tongue, as he finally lets his own hands roam. They slip over his stomach and under his crop top. Rohan is nothing compared to Josuke’s muscular thickness, but his flat planes and subtle curves are worthy of attention.

Josuke feels inexperienced in Rohan’s shadow, but it isn’t going to stop him from taking advantage of this. In fact, it just now starts to register in his mind that he has the position of control. It’s not like he couldn’t rip off Rohan’s clothes and take him right here and now.

He sits up, hands still under Rohan’s shirt. The mangaka gives him a curious look. He matches it with his coy grin. His fingers slip out to run over the buttons of his also cropped jacket; at this point, he doesn’t pretend to understand Rohan’s fashion. Instead of fumbling with his ornate buttons, however, Josuke curls his fingers into the fabric. Rohan’s eyes widen as realization sinks in the moment before Josuke rips his clothes wide open.

Rohan opens his mouth to protest as Josuke starts tearing off his clothes like a Christmas present. He stops any sound coming from his throat with his tongue once more. Apparently he’s really good at it, or Rohan really likes it. Hopefully both. Rohan only gives up his protests as he notices his clothes mending themselves on the floor with a soft crystalline glow.

All that’s left between them is Rohan’s undergarments. For as sudden as all this has past, Josuke definitely feels like he unwrapped a present. Though, he really should have figured that Rohan would be the type to wear a thong. A beautifully and sinfully lacey one at that.

Fashion is fashion, Higashikata, Rohan stubbornly tries to defend despite the red hot blush reaching up to his ears as he looks away. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.

For one, don’t think you can lie to me, because I know you’re wearing these for more than just a fashion statement, Josuke snaps the side string against Rohan’s hip for emphasis. And for the last time- Josuke’s fist tangles into Rohan’s hair to pull his head back, meeting Rohan dead in the eyes, ignoring the whimper of pain from the mangaka, -it’s Officer Higashikata.

Josuke sinks a hard love bite into Rohan’s collarbone as he shifts his hips against Rohan’s lingerie. The startled gasp from the mangaka travels straight to his throbbing cock. Rohan even whimpers into Josuke’s shoulder something he never thought he would say to anyone, much less Josuke:

Yes, sir.

It stirs the aching warmth in Josuke’s groin better than any porn. He lets his cock rub against the hardness trapped behind the lacey thong. Josuke’s grin turns wicked against Rohan’s neck. He takes another bite, sucking hard enough to bruise purple.

Then if you don’t want to be in any more trouble, I strongly suggest you listen from here on out.

There’s something about the usually timid and kindhearted officer suddenly demanding obedience that gets Rohan straining against the thong. Swallowing the pressure in his throat, the mangaka nods.

Since when did he break so quickly to Josuke’s commands? Since when has he gotten so crazy about this punk-turned-police that he’s willingly writhing beneath him?

Josuke drags his tongue over the hickeys decorating Rohan’s neck as his large hands run down his sides. Slightly calloused, the officer’s hands promise that he can take care of a tough job. And if that tough job right now is sexually destroying the Great Kishibe Rohan, well, call Rohan fucked.

Maybe you will be compliant, Josuke mutters, seeming impressed as his kisses trail down his neck to his rapidly heaving chest. I have a few questions I need to ask of you, Kishibe-sensei.

Rohan swallows again, and nods.

First. I need to know whether you have any lube on the premise. Josuke might as well be cornering a criminal for smuggling drugs for as calmly as he asks. Rohan’s impressed with how sharp Josuke’s focus can be, and how dangerous he becomes when he’s on the hunt.

Upstairs. In my bedroom, unfortunately, Rohan curses himself. If he had even the vaguest premonition that this would come from the modeling session, he should have brought that stuff down.

Am I going to have search the room myself? Or will you willingly hand it over? Again, Josuke’s officer talk sends pure delight down Rohan’s stomach. It takes a moment for the words to translate before Rohan is sitting up to fetch them. He dismisses himself quickly.

He’s never particularly wandered his house nude before, despite all his kinks, but Rohan shakes the thought from his mind. It doesn’t matter right now what he has and hasn’t done. What he hasn’t done is Josuke, and that needs to change. Scrambling up the stairs, Rohan is shifting through his drawers before he realizes that he’s made it to his room.

Everything sort of blurs as he fishes out the small bottle. The reality starts settling into Rohan’s mind and excitement settles in his hips. He’s physically holding lube in his hands. Josuke is literally in his living room, spread just as naked as before, but waiting for Rohan. Oh god, he can even almost feel Josuke’s hands touching his ass.

Before stepping into the room, Rohan has to stop himself from making a definitely unmanly noise. Josuke has sat up, legs spread and arms across the back of the couch as if he owned the place. He exudes confidence, coolness, and most definitely sex, with his cock standing to attention. The only note of discrepancy is his inattentive stare facing blankly at a wall as he worries his lip between his teeth. For as hot as his confidence has been, it does reassure Rohan that Josuke is just as nervous as he is going into this.

Taking a deep breath, Rohan steadies himself to step in. He can do this. He wants this. From here on out it’s smooth sailing and no reservations. He leaves his inhibitions at the door as he holds out his prize for Josuke.

His cool blue gaze snaps over and examines the lube offered to him. He nods approvingly, still almost aloof to the situation, as he takes it. He turns it in his hand idly, and Rohan starts to wonder if he’s actually reading the labels or still putting on his act.

I apologize Kishibe-sensei, Josuke’s completely unconcerned statement still has Rohan’s stomach dropping I will have to perform a thorough full body inspection now that you have brought me this evidence. Please remove your thong and bend over.

A sputtering laughter escapes his lips before Rohan has the sense to stop himself. The boldness of the statement caught him off guard. That, combined with how serious Josuke is taking this just aligns comically in the mangaka’s eyes.

You think this is funny? Josuke raises an eyebrow. I suppose you’re just asking to have your sentence extended.

Rohan is fairly certain that means more sex, so he doesn’t get too worried.

Well, officer. I don’t see any harm having a little fun with this. Rohan makes quick work of his thong, tossing his hair playfully.

We’ll see about that. C’mon. Bend over. Again, Josuke gestures to his lap. Frowning, Rohan lays his torso across Josuke’s spread legs. The lid of the bottle of lube clinks as Josuke drops it to the floor. For a moment, Rohan’s ass tenses, preparing for the intrusion.

I’ll only do this if you’re willing, Kishibe-sensei. I don’t want to have to go find myself a warrant. Even though it’s all part of the act, Rohan catches the sincerity in the statement. If Josuke isn’t careful, his golden heart is going to poke right through his Bad Cop facade. Not that Rohan would be against Josuke being himself, but he’s too far lost in the scene to be gentle now.

Thus, he forces himself to relax. He takes in a breath and releases it from his mouth in a thin stream. His fingers find grip in the couch cushion as he widens his stance.

I am ready, Officer Higashikata.

Josuke takes a breath himself. Finger already coated, he presses his fingertip along Rohan’s ass until he finds the tense hole. He teases Rohan’s entrance, almost tickling a bit asking for permission, then pressing in at Rohan’s slight nod.

The mangaka gasps, fingers already digging into the cushions in front of him as his ass pushes back towards Josuke’s hand. He keeps pushing in slowly, making sure that Rohan is adjusting well. His finger makes it in two knuckles deep before he pauses.

How does this feel so far? he asks in all seriousness, without the husky seductive tone in his authoritative voice.

Good, Rohan breathess, and with a desperate edge to his voice, like you shouldn’t stop.

Good, Josuke smiles, though he knows Rohan can’t see from his vantage point. He lets his one finger delve a little deeper as he experiments with movements.

His finger rotates around, finding Rohan entirely tense. Regardless of whether Rohan was serious about being with others before him - and supposedly bigger than him - it doesn’t seem to the inexperienced Josuke that Rohan has much experience himself. However, that doesn’t stop Josuke from pulling back to add a second finger.

Rohan moans a little, and by the sounds of it, trying to cover his mouth to avoid making the noise at all. His back arches to betray his enjoyment anyway. Just as before, Josuke slowly works up his fingers, starting with slow tiny thrusts before searching within Rohan for something Josuke has only really ever heard about.

Josuke had only heard about finding a male’s G-spot, disbelieving until Rohan keens in his lap. He pauses his fingers as shivers rake through Rohan, only to curl his finger again at the exact same spot. This time Rohan’s hip snap of their own accord against Josuke’s thigh. There it is. A victorious smile takes over Josuke’s expression.

I believe I have found what I was looking for, Kishibe-sensei. Thank you for your cooperation, Josuke almost dismisses, teasing around Rohan’s asshole before finally pulling his slick fingers out.

Any time, Rohan humors him breathlessly. A chuckle rumbles through Josuke’s chest as he pats the back of Rohan’s thigh, prompting him to stand.

Unfortunately, letting his voice fall low again, Josuke presses himself flush against Rohan’s back, causing the mangaka to stand up straight and quiver in Josuke’s arms, I’m going to have to put you under arrest.

Under what charges? Rohan quips, although rather weakly compared to what Josuke knows he can dish out.

Sexually tempting and provoking an officer, I’m afraid, Josuke shrugs. Besides being criminally beautiful and unlawfully arrogant.

Rohan doesn’t even bother getting upset at the slight jab. Behind his back, he knows Josuke is preparing himself. He hears the sound of slick lube being rubbed onto his gorgeous cock. His breath hitches when Josuke’s other hand clamps onto his hip. Josuke nudges Rohan’s legs further apart with his foot as Rohan desperately seeks anything to brace himself against. The chair in front of him will have to do.

As Josuke presses Rohan’s shoulders down, the mangaka grabs the arms of the chair to hold on to as he feels something much larger than a finger press to his entrance. Josuke’s hot breath tickles his neck as he leans down.

Last chance. Just gotta be absolutely sure. Sometimes, Rohan really hates Josuke’s courtesy and sense of morality. It always butts in the way whenever Rohan is most ready for Josuke to continue. Though, he doesn’t hold Josuke’s well-mannered request for consent against him, knowing that he might very well deal with criminals who are in trouble because they don’t.

I am absolutely sure you should shove your cock in me and not make me, the Great Kishibe Rohan, wait for your little sense of justice- SHIT! Rohan gasps, head dropping as Josuke’s cock penetrates his ass.

The initial stretch burns, but as soon as Josuke pushes past his entrance, Rohan’s head starts to swim. It can’t be more than a couple inches in, but Rohan is already feeling the pleasurable pain of the stretch. It’s not necessarily Rohan’s first time, but it’s his first time with Josuke, and he is not like any of the others.

Just as he had done with his fingers, Josuke takes it painfully slow; for his sake just as much as Rohan’s own. He’s stuck between the burning desire to fuck relentlessly into his warm hole, and the newness of each sensation that he wants to drag out.

Rohan’s breathing gradually evens out from chocked gasping to heavy panting as Josuke’s hips meet his ass. Josuke even has the audacity to squeeze the soft mounds that he reached to stall himself.

For fucks sake, Josuke! I’m not fragile. Don’t go easy on me now! Rohan spits over his shoulder. Wide blue eyes blink at him for a moment, before falling dangerously dark. He already catches his mistake before Josuke can correct him. Rohan drops his head again.

Officer Higashikata, I demand a fair trial, Rohan attempts to translate for the officer. He can practically hear Josuke’s coy smirk.

Anything you say can and will be held against you, Kishibe-sensei.

The mangaka inwardly translates: be careful what you wish for. Got it. Rohan nods.

He nearly regrets it, however, as he nearly screams for how hard Josuke thrusts. The larger man behind him slams into his ass harder than he expected, and yet, he should have known better. Josuke most certainly has power and endurance as an officer, and he wonders if he’s working a little bit of his Stand magic to melt the pain into pure pleasure in his ass.

When he spares a glance over his shoulder, he meets a delightful sight. Josuke bites his lip hard as his face contorts from the effort and the pleasure of it all. And ever more hypnotizing is watching his hips repeatedly ram forward, seeing every impact as he feels it in his ass and hears the slap against his cheeks.

His legs begin to quiver, and Rohan curses how strong Josuke really is. Thankfully, the officer takes most of the weight off of his hips by holding them in place to ram his cock in. Still, that doesn’t take away the ache of standing as he is.

Josuke gets the hint of Rohan’s shifting feet to hold back as Rohan readjusts. He remembers suddenly, just where he found Rohan’s ultimate pleasure point - his prostate. As Rohan settles into his adjustment, so does Josuke. It’s his best guess, but if he doesn’t find it here, it’s not like it’s going to be far.

With Rohan’s nod of permission, Josuke slams right into place. The mangaka’s tongue rolls out of his mouth as he sees stars behind his eyes. Josuke can tell by the cough of surprise and the lack of tension that he’s found the spot.

Impossibly, Josuke manages to go faster, hitting harder against Rohan’s prostate and sending him over the moon. The angle hits Josuke right as well. Rohan’s walls clench around him with every thrust, squeezing every bit of pleasure out of his cock. He feels all of it every time he slaps against Rohan’s ass. It’s almost too much.

Rohan. Rohan, Josuke breathes out with an edge of urgency. Rohan. I’m gonna… I think I’m gonna… Can I-?

Yes, Rohan snaps too eagerly. Please Higashikata Josuke…ahh Joooosuke.

Ack! Rohan! Fuck! Josuke starts cursing as he listens to Rohan chant his name punctuated by the sound of slapping skin.

Josuke, Josuke.

Ro-rohaaan. Oh Rohan… Oh, you’re amazing. Fuuuck.

He looks down at exactly what he’s doing and is overwhelmed at the sight. Just watching his cock disappear with every thrust into Rohan’s shapely ass is a sight to behold. A strangled moan escapes his throat as he averts his gaze. It’s too much now. He presses his chest against Rohan’s back, wrapping his arms underneath.

His fingers brush against the weeping tip of Rohan’s own untouched cock. His doesn’t even consciously process thoughts anymore, other than he knows Rohan deserves to feel as good as he’s making Josuke feel around his cock. He grabs Rohan with his fist and starts pumping his hand.

Rohan shrieks, his back arching and nails clawing into the arms of the chair. He can feel it in the stuttering pulse of Rohan’s cock before he can even verbalize it. He didn’t get a chance to warn Josuke before the other feels his hot thick cum between his fingers. It pushes the officer right over the edge

Coming, he forces out of his throat in a rough growl, grinding his teeth as it all comes crashing down.

Furrowing his brows, Josuke’s hips stutter in Rohan’s clenched ass, feeling Rohan milking him for all he’s worth. His release feels like a slow ascension into heaven as suddenly everything feels like ecstasy.

Rohan’s sweaty body pressed against his chest heaves with Rohan’s deep heavy breaths coming down from his own wave of ecstasy. He feels just how small Rohan is in his arms, but how packed everything is. Josuke has no doubts Rohan could take care of himself if he needed to in a Stand encounter, but a thought dawns over him before he can stop it; he wants to protect Rohan from needing to defend himself.

It’s not a surprise that Josuke wants to defend others, but the warmth of affection flooding with the thought of protecting Rohan takes him back.

Rohan glances over his shoulder again, as if expecting an answer for something, when Josuke realizes he’s still buried deep inside him. Holding Rohan’s hips steady, he swiftly pulls out. The mixture of slick substances in Rohan’s ass pool out slightly. Blushing at the sight, Josuke glances around for something to quickly clean up with.

Josuke settles on his own shirt. He can always wash his tank tops. It’s better than staining Rohan’s designer outfit. Reaching for his shirt with Crazy Diamond, Josuke puts a calming hand on Rohan’s shoulder as he stands up straight.

Let me try cleaning some of this up first, Josuke insists, holding his shirt waded in his hand. Rohan regards the shirt before huffing a short laugh.

And you’re using your own shirt?

Do you want me to run and find a towel? Josuke asks with an eyebrow quirked humorously, but asking seriously enough. Rohan mentally calculates.

The hand towel in the kitchen should work just fine. I’ve been meaning to wash it anyway, Rohan huffs dismissively, glancing away. Josuke wastes no time jogging out.

Glancing around at the mess of clothes on the floor, Rohan takes a moment to process this alone. He can feel the mess between his legs, almost uncomfortable and yet satisfying. He didn’t care for Josuke brashly and literally ripping his clothes off, but he supposes that Josuke is only so careless because he has the perfect Stand to fix things.

The mangaka even spares a glance to his unfinished sketch. The reality of the situation as he sketched it was reserved, longing, hopeful and yet resigned. He drew each line hoping he could trace Josuke’s body with his fingers as he did so. As a result, the sketch - albeit perfect and even more flattering than Josuke really is, if that’s possible - is a complete waste.

The sound of approaching footsteps snaps Rohan out of it. He crosses his arms trying not to feel so naked in front of Josuke as the bright ray of sunshine simply steps up to him. He holds the towel in a wordless command, and Rohan turns. There isn’t much to wipe away, just some that dripped too far down his thighs waiting.

Rohan nearly wants to punch the bright smile off of Josuke’s face. It’s too warm all of the sudden, even as Rohan shivers from his bare skin being exposed. He finds his thong on the side table where he tossed it and steps back into it as Josuke holds out his pants.

Already in his boxers and shirt, Josuke shamelessly lets his eyes travel up and down Rohan’s form appreciatively. Often when Rohan feels vulnerable, he takes back control in the situation. Snatching his pants from Josuke’s hand, Rohan glares up at the taller man.

Finally appreciating the Great Kishibe Rohan as you properly should? Rohan sneers, but lets the edge of his lip turn up.

What? Like what we just did wasn’t appreciation? Josuke teases, tutting as he shakes his head. Who couldn’t appreciate a fine work of art like you?

I’ll have you know- Rohan starts on a rant based on Josuke’s first question before the second half catches up. Wait, did Higashikata Josuke actually compliment me?

I can take it back, Josuke raises his hands in surrender.

That’s one thing I’m not handing over without a warrant, officer. Much too prized for me.

Josuke breaks out into a genuine laugh, unexpectedly pulling Rohan in for another hug. A proper one this time, but Rohan still seizes up and refuses to return. Josuke will get him to hug back, some day.

So, how’d I do? Did I, as you say, measure up? The cheeky kid won’t relent, and it starts to heat up Rohan’s blood as he slips his jacket back on. He crosses his arms and taps a finger on his chin.

Well, I wasn’t expecting the sudden role play, but you’re a much better actor than I took you to be.

Rohan, I’m literally a police officer, Josuke’s shoulders droop as he gives the mangaka an incredulous look. I do this every day.

Do you? Then I want to meet the lucky criminal who gets that cock on a daily basis, Rohan smirks.

Josuke blushes, his eyes popping wide open as the implication of his own words sets in. He quickly waves off the innuendo and scratches the back of his head.

Wait, that’s not what I meant. Not that part!

Rohan shuts him up with a firm kiss to his lips. Josuke is reduced to simply blinking.

For as much as you’ve grown up, you’re still quite easy to tease. Stepping around Josuke, Rohan gathers his sketching materials neatly together as Josuke pulls on the rest of his clothes.

Only from you, Rohan, Josuke quips back. There’s a warmth in Rohan’s smile that’s foreign even to himself, so he hides it away from Josuke’s bright eyes.

Of course. I am the Great Kishibe Rohan, Higashikata. It would do you good to remember that.

Josuke takes his turn to surprise Rohan by stepping up behind him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. It isn’t much of a kiss as Josuke smiles through it.

You make it hard to forget.

Rohan leads Josuke to the door like a good host, and not like he just discovered new feelings for Josuke that makes it hard to actually leave him. As he sends Josuke off, he has one final bright idea.

Josuke. Using his first name grabs his attention quick, even as he steps off of his porch.

Yeah, Rohan?

I think Officer Higashikata shouldn’t forget his handcuffs next time.

He can spot the hot blush up to his ears as Josuke turns to leave.