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The warm golden glow of a late autumn afternoon sun reflects on the smooth stone pavement still wet from a previous heavy rain shower and now that there is not a single cloud left in sight, it looks like the day is gonna fade into a pleasant evening. The wide plaza connecting the small university campus with the nearby shopping district is adequately crowded for a friday afternoon and Jotaro already finds himself loathing the fact that he agreed to meet here. Being back in Japan feels oddly strange. Everything is just as usual but at the same time painfully different, now that there is no other place for him to go back to.
His eyes scan the crowd restlessly and even though he has just finished a cigarette, he's already craving another one. He had managed to quit smoking for a while after Jolyne was born, but as the stress and dullness of everyday life started to weigh on him again, he had found his resolve fading. Old habits were hard to kill after all and so he expertly shakes another one from his pack, ignites the lighter with a practiced flick of his wrist and finally inhales the bitter calming taste of tobacco and questionable life choices.
It's not the only thing he finds hard to quit these days and soon his wait comes to an end.
Of course the other man is easy to spot in a crowd, being slightly taller than the average Japanese person. The light of the setting sun makes his rusty brown hair appear an almost fiery red.
Noriaki Kakyoin is just as stunning as Jotaro always remembered him.
Still wearing his hair in the same distinctive style, one long elegantly curled strand gently swaying along those peculiar red earrings, he is turning quite a few heads, as he makes his way in long elegant strides towards him. His outfit is oddly similar to Jotaros, yet ironically reversed in terms of colors. A tightly fit cream colored turtleneck sweater underneath a dark coat with a pair of black tailored pants, which upon closer inspection turn out to be leather.
For any regular office job his getup would be way over the top, but it's actually quite befitting someone giving lectures at one of the countries most prestigious institutes for arts and design.
"Jojo!" He still has this way of saying his nickname in the same fashion the girls at his school did, way back when they were teenagers and Jotaro never figured whether it was supposed to be playful or out of spite. These things were generally hard to tell with Noriaki.
In any case Jotaro isn't sure how to approach his greeting. Instinctively he almost would have gone for a hug. Wrapping his arms around the other man, burying his face in his hair, finding out if he still uses this particular brand of shampoo and claiming what even after all these years he secretly and foolishly considers to be his. But this sort of intimate greeting is considered somewhat inappropriate in public - also they kind of did not leave things off on the best terms.
Ultimately the decision is made for him when Noriaki extends his hand, clad in soft white leather gloves and Jotaro does not hesitate to shake it. Their eyes lock and underneath his aloof outward appearance Jotaro feels his heart beating faster in anticipation of whatever may follow.
"It's good to see you." Noriaki says, cocking his head to the side.
What had made his features look slightly effeminate in his youth now serves him well by making him look much younger than he is, despite the deep scars over his gentle eyes.
"It's been a while." He adds and lets go of Jotaros hand just to place it on his arm, giving it a quick squeeze. "So sorry about your divorce."
There it is.
Jotaro merely lets out a grunt that indicates that he really does not wish to talk about this topic any further. He had already broken things down briefly in the awkward email exchange that had ultimately led to this meeting.
Of course Noriaki wouldn't make it easy for him. Not with their history anyway. But then again, what did Jotaro expect when he set out to come here, straight after signing the divorce papers.
To sink his teeth into the exquisite creature
that is Noriaki Kakyoin, whispers a greedy little voice in the back of his mind.
"It's good to see you, too." He just says and then, despite all better knowledge, he can't help himself and reaches out to touch the long bang of hair, just slightly grazing it with his fingers. Noriaki smiles, softly and knowingly. What are nearly ten years of absence when you share this many memories and traumas?
"We have a lot to catch up to, don't you think?"
He had almost forgotten how warm Noriaki's voice sounds. "How about dinner? Maybe something traditional Japanese, since you just arrived from the States?"
"Sounds good."
"Perfect! I know just the place for that. It's only a short walk away from here."
Noriaki makes an inviting gesture towards the warm lights of the shopping district and Jotaro starts to feel a little more at ease as the other man is apparently not only keeping things civil but also not averse to spending more time together.
The restaurant is of the kind that's small and humble in appearance but serves excellent food. At this hour it's already starting to get crowded, but they find a table in a far corner and Jotaro is just glad that they did not end up somewhere near the bar among the patrons.
Their conversation is familiar and pleasant.
Noriaki has a lot to tell about his work as a lecturer and even more about his main occupation as a consultant at a huge art gallery in Tokyo. Jotaro listens intently, secretly enjoying the melodic flow of Noriaki's voice and his eloquent choice of words, occasionally asking questions - mostly out of honest interest but also to avoid talking about his own business too much. Noriaki probably knows more about him than he lets on anyway, as he seems to be in regular contact with the others.
Regrettably, the inevitable still comes up eventually.
"You didn't invite me to your wedding."
It's a statement, not a question.
Noriaki says it conversationally, but Jotaro knows him too well, not to put up his guard.
He also notes how Noriaki has switched to English. For discretion presumably, but also in case things might turn into an argument.
He decides to play it cool.
"We just held a small ceremony with members of the family. After what happened in Egypt and considering who still might be watching us, gathering five of the world's most powerful Stand users in one place would have been a security risk."
"Of course." Noriaki says plainly.
"It wasn't a big deal. To be honest, it was mostly for my mothers sake." Jotaro blurts out.
Usually he is not the kind of man who feels the need to further explain his actions, but he finds that what usually keeps him so well shielded from others starts to crack under Noriaki's searching gaze and so he adds "You know, after everything."
'Everything' meaning the fact that Holly had nearly been killed in a conflict she had nothing to do with and his fathers sudden early death only a couple of years later, leaving her all by herself in a too big, empty family home in a country where she would forever stand out as a foreigner.
Being her only son he had considered it to be his duty to at least not make things worse for her and therefore choose a normal life.
An academic career, a proper marriage, children.
He had felt like he owed those things to her, but in the end he had failed her spectacularly. It seems like the only way he was able to settle a bill was by violence.
"I'm sure she's delighted to have a grandchild."
Noriaki muses thoughtfully and Jotaro feels himself getting even more tense at the sudden change of topic.
"But it's also beneficial to one's academic career, if you're perceived as a family man." Noriaki adds with a cold smile and the slightest bit of vitriol in his voice.
The insinuation leaves more of a sting than it should.
"Well, why didn't you do the same then?"
Jotaro retorts before downing his sake with a little too much force.
"Because…." Noriaki is suddenly very close and then his hand reaches for Jotaros face to gently thumb away a single drop of liquid that had escaped the corner of his mouth from drinking so hastily. "... I don't do women."
Jotaro, of course, is well aware of that fact.
"I'm also not good with children, so…"
He shrugs, withdraws and is all sweet, polite smiles again, proceeding to pour Jotaro more sake.
"I still need to drive." Jotaro says, hiding his eyes under the brim of his hat. He understands why Noriaki is still mad, but this is hardly the place to discuss the matter.
"Is that so?" Noriaki props his chin on his hand, smiling at Jotaro placably. "If you don't mind, could you give me a ride back to my place?"
Jotaro does not mind.
The evening is mild and clear and Jotaro lights himself a cigarette as soon as they step out of the restaurant. Just when he takes his first drag, Noriaki deftly snatches it from his fingers and proceeds to smoke it himself.
"Hmm", he hums contentedly through a cloud of exhaled smoke. "Thanks for inviting me to dinner by the way."
It briefly takes Jotaro back to their journey and how it was back then that Noriaki had first started to have an occasional cigarette while they were sharing beers over a campfire in the desert. It seems like the habit stuck with him.
When they approach the spot where his car is parked Noriaki's brow raises. "A two-seater?"
Jotaro shrugs. "I left my other car with my ex-wife in the States. She obviously needs it more, taking care of Jolyne and everything." He explains, but Noriaki interrupts him as a sly grin creeps across his face. "Did she keep your dick, too or why did you go for something like this?" He nods towards the dark gray sports car parked behind him.
The model came out just recently, sleek, streamlined with shining chrome rims. A plaything for grown men. Too big, too fast. That kind of car.
"Just shut up and get in."
His harsh words lose their edge with the way he holds the door open for Noriaki, who elegantly slips into the passenger seat.
The place is not what Jotaro expected at all.
It's a modernized machiya in a quiet neighborhood not far from the city center.
"You live here?" He asks as he parks his car
near the premises.
"No, it belongs to a friend. He's an architect and this is one of his passion projects. He usually rents it to tourists, but lets me stay here when I'm in town for my lectures."
"A friend?" It's nearly a growl and Jotaro knows that he is anything but subtle here. Hell, he normally looks down on men acting like this, but right now he doesn't care if he comes across as jealous or out right possessive.
"Yes. A friend." Noriaki leans forward to fixate Jotaro with his lavender eyes, he's got this expression that someone who doesn't know him might misread as demure, but which Jotaro knows to be quite the opposite.
"You know, you got some nerve, coming here, half a decade after you ditched me and still make demands." he notes cheerfully.
"I did not demand anything…" Jotaro starts.
"Ah! You want to know if I fuck the guy, right? Well, not him, but others."
He pauses, presumably to let that information sink in. To hear him say the word 'fuck' so effortlessly was inapropriatly thrilling.
Jotaro doesn't even try to pretend that he's not staring as Noriaki reclines back in his seat, letting his hands casually run along his slender thighs.
"You didn't think I would just wait for you, did you?"
And with that, he gets out of the car, not quite slamming the door shut behind him but closing it with enough force to emphasize his point.
In so many regards Noriaki had always lived more authentically than Jotaro, cultivating his very own brand of eccentricity, instead of conforming to whatever society expected of him. Sitting here staring off into the dark outside of the car he wonders why the hell he gave all that up.
The car door slams shut behind him and Jotaro is quick to catch up to Noriaki, grabbing him by the arm. The other man doesn't fight back as he is spun around. Jotaros hand comes up to grab his chin, tilting it upward, searching for any objections, any hint for him to let go, but desperately hoping for something else.
What he finds is not just an invitation but a challenge. Noriaki's expression is devious, almost victorious. His eyes appear bottomless in the dim glow of a distant street light and way too tempting, so Jotaro kisses him with all his pent up, heartbroken lust and Noriaki kisses him back with equal fervor. His glove clad hands take hold of the fabric of his coat, digging into the muscles on his back. Jotaro feels the smaller man raise himself on tiptoes to deepen the kiss and he takes it as an invitation to push his tongue into his mouth, seizing Noriaki's slender waist and reveling in the oh so familiar thrill of kissing him, easily falling back into a well practiced rhythm.
Tasting his own brand of cigarettes on the other man's lips leaves him feeling almost triumphant.
Eventually they let go of each other and Noriaki indicates to him to follow along.
As they walk towards the main entrance Jotaro's gaze falls upon the driveway or more precisely the car parked near the house. It's the same fucking model he's driving and with a cherry red paint job on top of it.
"Son of a bitch."
Noriaki turns around and gives him one of his wide, triumphant grins and for the first time in a long while he feels a genuinely humorous smile creep upon his lips.
Sadly the moment passes way too quickly and a heavy silence settles upon them as they step into the darkness of the house, leaving their shoes at the entrance.
"I think we need to talk." Noriaki says and Jotaro is neither thrilled by the prospect of talking nor by how stern he sounds when he suggests it. Nevertheless he nods his head in agreement and Noriaki leads him into a spacious living area with simple modern furniture, overseeing a small inner courtyard.
Hands buried deep in his coat pockets Jotaro steps towards the wide glass sliding doors facing outside. In the dark he can make out the vague silhouettes of a garden, but what really catches his eye is the reflection of Noriaki standing behind him, looking at him, expecting - what exactly?
"Why did you come to me of all people? I mean, one would assume you would at least visit your mother first."
Jotaro sighs. Avoiding to look directly at him, he remains with his back turned.
"She'll probably be on the phone all day, comforting my ex-wife and besides…"
"I did not ask for more vague excuses." Noriaki interrupts him. His voice is sharp and demands attention. Now he does turn and straightens his back.
"I'm sorry, but what exactly do you want?"
His voice is calm and with a firm gesture he's adjusting the brim of his hat, just to internally rebuke himself, because it's actually a nervous tic and Noriaki is one of the very few people who know this.
"That's what I'm asking you! If you were merely looking to get laid you wouldn't need
to take a trip across the country to do so."
Noriaki stands before him with his arms outstretched as if he was challenging him to a physical fight.
"Don't tell me, it's because I am the only gay man you know." His voice is bitter and taunting and suddenly it dawns on Jotaro what grave misunderstanding lies between them.
He can't quite recall how that 'thing' between them had started, but somewhere along their journey to defeat Dio, when endless days bled into restless nights, in a rush of teenage hormones and battlefueled adrenalin he had somehow ended up relentlessly fucking Noriaki into the sheets of whatever dingy hotel they were staying at.
During all those nights he had never told him that he loved him.
Back then love was a hard to grasp concept for him and looking at it now, it becomes painfully clear just how naive his idea of love had been. By the way it was portrayed in the media, by society and the people around him, it had taken a lot, maybe too much, for him to figure out love and when he did, it was almost too late.
Love, as it turned out, wasn't butterflies and cherry blossoms, but a dark abyss filled with madness and despair opening up in the depth of his chest, when an obscure voice claimed over the static of a radio that Noriaki Kakyoin was dead.
"Damn it, Jotaro!" Noriaki seethes. "The least you could have done was give me the courtesy of ending our relationship properly!"
His words feel like ice water flooding Jotaros veins. He watched him nearly die two times, but never managed to tell him how he felt, so how the hell was Noriaki supposed to know that he never really wanted to end it in the first place. Even now he's embarrassingly speechless, but the other man is not finished.
"Back then when we first met, you defeated me in battle and left me completely humiliated."
He stops shortly, anxiously biting his lip before he continues. "I am a prideful man. I should have hated you. Instead I fell hopelessly in love with you." His voice is a woeful whisper.
For a moment Jotaro contemplates a sleek, rational, diplomatic retort. Usually this approach works just fine for him, notwithstanding the hurt for others it leaves in its wake. Maybe he's just tired, but at this moment he can't come up with anything but the truth.
"I always had feelings for you, probably since the moment we met. At first I was just too stupid to realize it…"
Noriaki looks shaken, almost like he's been betrayed.
"...and then I was too much of an asshole to tell you. I…"
"No!" Noriaki exclaims sharply and as
Jotaro takes a shaky breath to continue he nearly shouts "Don't you dare say anymore! After all those years!" There is real desperation lacing his voice now. It's futile though, what comes out of Jotaro's mouth is even worse.
"I should have married you."
The reply doesn't come right away. Noriaki takes his time to gingerly dispose of his soft white leather gloves, placing them almost affectionately on the minimalist wooden table next to him before striking Jotaro right across the face.
The sound is crisp and definitive. The force of the impact jerks his head to the side and sends his hat flying to the ground. Instead of fighting back he leans into it and into the hot stinging pain, all too aware that he deserves this.
He hears Noriaki take a slow deep breath and exhale in a quick sharp blow that whistles through his hair.
"That" he says with calm finality "is not even legally possible." And all Jotaro can do is hang his head in shame, because it's the truth and along with his own selfishness and cowardice what had led them down this ruinous path.
He had deluded himself into thinking that slowly distancing himself from Noriaki was the right choice, telling himself that he wouldn't be able to be the partner Noriaki deserved anyway. But the joke had been on him, since he was never able to get over him.
"I'm here because I'm still in love with you."
He takes a tentative step towards Noriaki, who looks tired and Jotaro knows, knows for sure, that this is his last chance.
"Please don't reject me." It comes out more forceful than he intended to and Noriaki snorts.
"Even when you try to beg, you make it sound like a threat. It's like you're fundamentally unable to submit."
Still, he reaches out to comb his fingers through Jotaro's hair.
"I always liked that about you."
It's beyond him what Noriaki still sees in him, but as it seems he's still got some skin in the game and he would be damned if he didn't make the most of it.
"I have no right to come here making demands." He starts carefully. "But please, just…" He's bad with words, always has been. So in order to make his point, he gets down on his knees, deliberately reducing the bulk of his frame. A feral beast, now remorsefully rolled onto its back, baring its soft belly.
The promise of total submission.
An opportunity just too good to let pass - even or especially - for a prideful man like Noriaki, who takes a shaky breath, composing himself as it seems, because when he speaks his voice is calm and steady.
"If only for tonight, are you willing to be mine, receiving whatever I may be willing to offer?"
Jotaro's answer is immediat, short and laced with the slightest tinge of desperation.
"Yes."
Noriaki laughs.
Then he's on him - just like when they first met and fought. The familiar eerie green glow materializing out of thin air, washing over him, pushing the heavy coat off his shoulders, before taking hold of him entirely. Hierophant Greens tentacles tentatively wrap around his wrists, gently guiding his arms behind his back to fix them in place. More thick, otherworldly appendages simultaneously sneak around his thighs, keeping him bound in his kneeling position.
The feeling they leave on Jotaros body is not quite hot or cold but more likely - electrical.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of being touched so intimately by a Stand.
"How about making amends first."
It might have been only a tease on Noriaki's part but suddenly Jotaro is unable to stop himself. Desperately expressing his deep regret for everything that had happened to Noriaki during their journey and how it was his fault that he nearly got killed and as a result ended up scarred for life.
After all this time, finally the words spill so freely from his lips, though now he's killing the mood, isn't he?
"Oh Jojo!" Noriaki taunts, as his eyes narrow affectionately, ready to put an end to Jotaro's helpless rambling.
"This is more self loathing than anything." He states. "But if you insist…", he continues while his fingers elegantly slip under the hem of his sweater, "... you can kiss it better."
With a coy smile he's pushing up the fabric to reveal the wide intricate web of scar tissue on his abdomen and Jotaro strains against the binding of Hierophants tentacles to move forward enough so he can place a hot openmouthed kiss on Noriaki's stomach, finally making direct contact. Even here, where he is most damaged, Noriaki's skin feels nothing but exquisite.
Jotaro is so starved of touch, that once he has gotten a taste, there is no turning back. He places more kisses on Noriaki's skin, short and sweet at first but with a growing sense of urgency. Looking up, his gaze wanders along the plane of scarred skin to Noriaki's beautiful face and he aches with devotion.
"Go on."
As Jotaro frantically moves lower he's so eager that his teeth click against Noriaki's belt buckle before he finally gets to run his lips over the soft leather of his pants and the growing erection underneath it.
Noriaki sighs softly and his hand is back in Jotaro's hair, pulling at it, letting the first sharp pain ebb into pleasurable goosebumps running down Jotaro's spine and right to his cock. Encouraged, he presses closer, tracing Noriaki through his pants with his mouth, completely foregoing any appearance of composure as he presses his face into the other man's crotch.
When he looks up, he is begging Noriaki with his eyes, who in turn takes a step forward to straddle Jotaro's kneeling thighs, closing what little distance had remained between them.
Noriaki's hand never leaves his scalp, instead one of Hierophant's tentacles comes up to assist him with undoing his belt, but Jotaro beats them to the zipper, opening it with his teeth. Noriaki eases down his pants and underwear just enough for his hard cock to finally spring free and rest against Jotaro's flushed face. Greedily he rubs his face against the silky skin, gently grazing the shaft with his lips. A surprised, breathless gasp escapes Noriaki when he finally takes the whole length in one swift motion.
Taking a moment to adjust and find the right angle to lean into his bonds, he slides his tongue along the underside of Noriaki's hard cock before setting a slow, rhythmic pace.
The hand in his hair loosens a bit of its grip and Noriaki allows for his head to fall back and properly savor Jotaros hungry display of affection, while moving his hips only so slightly. Jotaro can already taste his desire, salty yet sweet.
Being on his knees, connected with Noriaki through Hierophant's limbs, while servicing him in such a way, arouses Jotaro like nothing has in a long while. He's so hard and the strain Hierophants tentacles put on the fabric of his pants, where they cling tightly to his groin, only adds to his already burning arousal. He wants Noriaki to cum into his mouth. Hell, right now this might even be enough to get him off too, so he doubles his effort, but suddenly Noriaki pulls away and when Jotaro tries to lurch forward he is held back by Hierophant's restraints.
Noriaki's breath is heavy and uneven, a fine sheen of perspiration has built on his temples lighting up his flushed face along with a content smile. His hand moves away from Jotaro's hair, gently caressing his cheek and finally taking hold of his chin, resting the glistening tip of his cock on Jotaro's swollen bottom lip.
"I want to fuck you, Jojo."
Noriaki looks almost flustered by his own words.
"Please!" Jotaros voice is hoarse and breathless and for a moment he is nearly scared that Noriaki did not hear him and he won't be able to get what until just now he didn't even know he needed so badly.
Additional tentacles materialize to wrap criss' cross around his chest and he is slowly elevated off the ground, ending up suspended in midair and on eye level with Noriaki, who leans in, loosely hooking his fingers into the waistband of his pants. The kiss they share is slow and deep and Jotaro thinks he can feel how Noriaki's excited heartbeat reverberates through Hierophant's tentacles.
It isn't long before Noriaki slowly pulls away to take a step back to get a good look at Jotaro. Hands still bound to his lower back, his black shirt has slipped up, exposing his tense stomach, while the tight bindings around his crotch area make his prominent erection stand out.
"You are absolutely gorgeous!"
Noriaki's breathless words of praise send a pleasant shiver down Jotaro's spine.
This time Noriaki uses his own hands to open Jotaro's belts, working with slow deliberate movements. Biting his lip and smiling eagerly, he almost acts like he's unwrapping a particularly exquisite gift.
Jotaros eyes flutter shut and he arches forward when Noriaki slips one hand into his pants, cupping his cock and balls, taking a moment to gently feel him up before letting his fingers slip even lower until they brush his hole.
Of course Noriaki notices the slight wince that Jotaro just can't suppress when being touched so briskly at such a private part of his body.
"Don't worry, I'll make it good for you."
Noriaki looks way too pleased with himself, using one tentacle to tilt Jotaro's chin upward, like some kinky parody of a scene from a romance movie.
"Just give it to me already."
It's Jotaros very own way of confirming his consent and Noriaki acknowledges it with a benevolent smile and a soft kiss to his temple before he further attends to him.
One of the really curious things about Stands is how they can shift their status of density.
Hence the tentacles binding his thighs and calves easily allow for Jotaro's pants and briefs to slip down, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down. The tentacle on his chin retreats, slithering its way between his legs and just before he can fully contemplate what's going to happen next, Jotaro can already feel it prodding at his entrance. It's firm but smooth, easing its way inside him by secreting a viscous fluid of intangible temperature.
Noriaki has changed his position as well and is now behind him. Both of his hands run soothingly down his flanks, stopping shortly to caress his ass before he spreads his cheeks apart to oversee his Stands ministrations.
At this point the humiliation Jotaro ought to feel at being on display like this is directly translated into burning arousal by his sex hungry brain.
A breathless groan escapes him and Noriaki sighs as well, feeling the heat of Jotaro's body through his Stand, digging his fingers just a little deeper into his lover's flesh to emphasize his satisfaction.
Jotaro had thought that this part would be uncomfortable, painful even, but nothing could have prepared him for what he feels right now.
The tentacle inside him seems to be pulsing, slowly increasing in girth, gently stretching him out while leaking generous amounts of ethereal fluids. Jotaro isn't sure how exactly it works but it's unlike anything he's ever felt before.
"Oh shit, this feels…" It's embarrassing how his voice almost breaks.
"I know." Noriaki's voice is low and sultry.
The implication and the image it's conjuring make Jotaro throb with lust. The pull of gravity, causing a constant tension in his limbs, shifts from being slightly uncomfortable to pleasantly urgent. Meanwhile the tentacle finds his prostate and starts working it with nearly surgical precision.
Jotaro feels every hair on his body stand on edge and heat pooling in his abdomen.
"I'm gonna cum."
Noriaki's lips are brushing his ear.
"No, you won't."
One of Hierophant's tentacles quickly coils around the base of his cock and squeezes. He nearly chokes, pupils blown wide, a silent scream on his lips as his body is violently yanked back from the brink of orgasm.
He can hear the blatant amusement in Noriaki's breathless voice and feel him playfully nibble at his earlobe, while he continues to work him open, with the help of his Stand.
Eventually the tentacle retreats, leaving Jotaro feeling empty and strangely more exposed than before.
"Hierophant…" Noriaki whispers and shortly after he hears the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open.
A jolt of nervous anticipation shoots down Jotaro's spine, but as if Noriaki can feel his nerves flaring up, there is a short, sudden pressure of his bonds tightening. It's feeling oddly reassuring and Jotaro allows himself to relax again.
Noriaki feels hot and hard against him and when he slowly pushes inside Jotaro, his lips find the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.
"Fuck.." He hisses, as Noriaki sinks himself into him and his teeth into his shoulder. Remaining motionless inside him for a moment Noriaki proceeds to lick and kiss his birthmark in an almost apologetic manner. Then he's starting to move slowly, letting Jotaro get used to the sensation, one hand digging into his hip, the other finding its way under his shirt to playfully tease his nipples, but it is not long before Noriaki's smug display of self restraint wears thin and he starts to move faster, falling into an intense rhythm of fucking Jotaro.
Noriaki is so much like his Stand, it feels like his presence is spread all over the place, engulfing Jotaro. He can smell his sweat and cologne, feel his soft hair gently grazing the skin of his shoulder, hot breath and soft sighs ghosting up his neck and brushing the shell of his ear.
"Fuck! Jojo!" He groans and Jotaro realizes that he needs to see Noriaki's face right now and that at this point he is no longer above begging for it.
"Let me see you! Please!"
To his surprise Noriaki passes the opportunity to tease him further and instead meets his pleading request instantly.
The sudden shift in position is slightly disorienting as he is pulled back from his forward leaning position into an upright one, with his arms above his head. The muscles in his legs and lower back protest under the renewed tension, but Noriaki allows him to ease back a little and free his calves so that only his thighs remain in Hierophant's grip.
Jotaro swiftly takes the chance to cross his legs behind Noriaki's back and pull him closer, back into his body and urge him on.
"Harder." He gasps. Because he needs it harder, he needs more, he needs to cum.
While he fucks him Noriaki makes the same soft, breathless sounds, he did back when Jotaro was the one driving into him. Despite his usual well composed demeanor Noriaki has always been so very sensual in nature and now is no exception as he leans over Jotaro, with a glint of wild longing in his half lidded eyes.
A small strand of hair got caught in the corner of his mouth and Jotaro thinks that he has never looked more beautiful.
Desperately he starts rutting forward, when the tentacle on the base of his cock loosens up and simultaniousely increases in width, forming a silky smooth sleeve for him to fuck into. It's so good it almost hurts and Jotaro feels like he is going insane.
"Cum for me, Jojo."
It's that soft pleading undertone in Noriaki's voice that does him in and he comes hard, his visions gets blurry for a moment as he struggles to keep his eyes open and fixed on Noriaki, whose own expression becomes more unfocused while he fucks Jotaro through his orgasm.
In the end his eyes fall shut and he comes to a halt, buried deep inside Jotaro. His mouth slightly open and brows tightly drawn together, the sigh escaping his parted lips is so much deeper than how his voice usually sounds and Jotaro feels him twitching and pulsing inside him as he comes. Noriaki accentuates his climax with a couple more deep thrusts before he pulls out for good and starts to carefully lower Jotaro down back to the ground.
"Will you be able to stand?" Noriaki teases, but there is also honest concern shining through as he keeps his Stand close, in case Jotaro falls.
"We'll see…" is all he manages to say, but once his feet touch solid ground again, he slowly regains his grip on reality and control over his body. He's sure though that he's going to feel the aftermath. The thought does not bother him in the slightest and it's not without a certain satisfaction that he inspects the light marks on his wrists while getting dressed.
After putting his pants back on and collecting his hat, he starts to roam his coat pockets for his smokes, but Noriaki gently interrupts him in his search.
"How about some fresh tea instead?"
Jotaro nods and pauses, carefully contemplating, before he asks "Can I stay a little longer?"
Noriaki's smile is almost sad and so full of longing.
"You can stay as long as you like."
An offering extending well beyond the confines of this fancy townhouse and one Jotaro is not sure he's actually worthy of.
The tea Noriaki prepares for them is hot and fragrant and served in little cups made in the style of traditional pottery.
Jotaro's finger absentmindedly traces along the intricate artisan dish when he comes across a slight disturbance in its smooth surface.
A closer look reveals a prominent golden crack running along the side of the cup, like a shimmering vein.
"Kintsugi." Noriaki says softly in response to what is probably a somewhat quizzical look from Jotaro.
"It's the art of mending broken porcelain with a mixture of lacquer and powdered gold." He further explains and his hand finds Jotaro's atop the cup, affectionately caressing his knuckles with his fingertips.
"Instead of hiding the break, we're supposed to acknowledge it and embrace its imperfection."