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They've been dating for a little over a year when they both discover this... thing, for lack of a better word.
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It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Josuke is over at Rohan's place lazing on the couch, flipping through T.V. channels to find something to watch. Rohan walks in from the next room after discussing something with his editor over the phone, and takes a seat next to Josuke.
"Are you going to pick something to watch, or are you just trying to break my T.V.?"
Josuke brings an arm around Rohan's shoulder and sighs. "There isn't anything good on. I should've just brought over my N64."
"If you're just going to complain, then leave."
Josuke leaves the channel on some romantic drama movie and drapes himself over Rohan, wiping away fake tears.
"That's so cruel Rohan... you'd kick your own boyfriend out just for not knowing what to watch. Have a heart."
Rohan pushes back at him and tries to stiffle a laugh. "That's ridiculous. You know I was born without one."
"Mmmhm..."
Josuke doesn't move from his spot, watching the movie while still hanging over Rohan. He loses interest after a few minutes, and moves to lay on the couch, legs stretched over Rohan's thighs. He reaches over for some magazine on the coffee table and flips through the pages, forgetting about the movie almost instantly.
Rohan isn't one of those people though. Once he starts watching something, he has to finish it-- no matter how stupid it is.
While watching the couple on screen make out, Rohan has to hold back a snort. But when the man grabs the woman, tosses her onto the bed and holds her down, he begins to feel his face heat up.
The woman in the movie moans loudly when the man rips open her blouse, and Rohan feels his palms start to sweat. When the woman tries to push back up, she's shoved back down immediately. The man is much bigger than her, and the woman seems to revel in being overpowered. Rohan shifts his eyes, unsure why he's beginning to feel like this.
"I'll be good," the woman in the movie moans, and as cheesy as it is, something just snaps in Rohan. A certain heat begins to unfurl in his stomach, and he takes off to the kitchen, while making up some poor excuse of needing something to drink.
Unsurprisingly, Josuke follows him.
"Rohan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he replies a little too quickly. Not meeting Josuke's eyes, he turns away and tries to busy himself by rummaging through the cabinets for a glass.
"You sure? You're not coming down with something, are you?"
Rohan isn't exactly sure himself. He can't pinpoint the feeling, and he doesn't really know if he wants to. But suddenly, Josuke's right up behind him. He removes Rohan's headband, and puts his hands on the counter on either side of his body. He's got Rohan surrounded.
"I said I'll be okay." His hands begin to betray him and shake.
"You're neck is kind of flushed. You don't look okay to me."
Rohan turns around to push him away, but his hands freeze the moment they touch his chest. Josuke's crowding him, and he feels almost helpless upright against him like this. His breathing turns heavy. He realizes this makes him dizzy with want.
Josuke leans in, and Rohan sees that certain glint in his eyes-- that look, as if he's figured something out.
"Is this because of the movie?" he chuckles. "Interesting."
Rohan gasps, unable to come up with a snarky retort. Unable to say no. And it's the hesitation, the breath catching in Rohan's throat that fully gives it away. One corner of Josuke's lips slowly curls up into a smirk. It's almost infuriating how his boyfriend knows him so well.
Josuke's voice is low when he growls into Rohan's ear. "You're getting off on this, aren't you."
It's not a question. He tilts the older man's chin up and leans in closer to lick the seam between his lips. Rohan opens his mouth almost immediately, and melts into the kiss.
The kiss is sloppy-- all tongue and wet heat. It's almost too messy for what Rohan would usually like, but somehow this is different. With Josuke gripping at his hips and pinning him against the kitchen counter, he can feel just how strong his boyfriend is. Being handled like this, being completely overwhelmed by Josuke-- it was really turning him on. Neither of them ever had full control when it came to sex-- theirs was always a push and pull, both sides contributing equally. This was new. Exhilarating. This was good.
Then Josuke breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Rohan can see his pupils are blown wide, and he feels a much lower part of Josuke pressing against his stomach between them.
Josuke loosens his hold on Rohan and gives him a light kiss on the cheek.
"You can stop me at anytime."
Rohan nods dumbly, eyes half-lidded, and mouth still gaping slightly. He knew he looked wrecked from the kiss alone. But he felt as if he wouldn't be able to stop this for the world.
Then in an instant, he was being turned around. Strong hands moved up from his hips and were slowly sliding across his abdomen until they were under his cropped shirt.
"Always wearing shit like this... You're always teasing me with your body."
Rohan shudders and moans softly at his words, rolling his hips back against his boyfriend's growing erection. Behind him, Josuke curses and brings his fingers up to rub and pinch at his nipples.
"You want some more?"
Rohan nods helplessly, gripping his hands onto the edge of the counter.
"I can't hear you."
Rohan wants to turn and glare, but Josuke's still playing with his nipples, and he has to bite back a moan. He presses his body back flush against Josuke's chest, wanting to feel nothing else but his lover's touch.
"Yes," he finally breathes out.
"That's what I thought."
He grabs Rohan's shoulder to turn him around, and pushes him down to his knees while bringing his other hand to his zipper. Josuke frees his erection from his jeans with one hand as the other reaches over to tug at Rohan's hair, bringing him closer. Like everything else about Josuke, his cock is big. Rohan loved the size of it, thick and long when fully erect, and looking at it while being held down like this made his mouth water.
Precome smears onto Rohan's face as Josuke swipes and taps his cock against his quivering lips.
"Get it wet."
Rohan's mouth covers the head almost instantly. He can't get enough of Josuke's taste, and with the added sensation of his hair being pulled and being ordered around like this-- he can't help but feel his own arousal grow, still trapped in his pants.
Josuke was a mouthful, but Rohan's had plenty of practice with his cock. He knew where to lick, which areas to suckle and graze over, he knew what to do with his mouth to drive Josuke crazy.
He stares up at Josuke as he takes him further into his mouth. Rohan brings up both of his hands, holding onto Josuke's thighs to steady himself. Above him, Josuke snaps his eyes shut and moans, gripping Rohan's hair harder when he begins to bob his head and suck. Rohan closes his eyes as well and hums around his cock, and the vibrations nearly make Josuke thrust in.
He pulls Rohan off at the last second, and the man looks up at him with eyes glazed over, face flushed, drooling and gasping for air.
"God, you should see yourself. So fucking hot like this." Josuke brings up his hand to comb fallen strands of hair back out of his eyes. "Get up here."
Josuke hoists him up on his feet roughly, and before Rohan can even process it, his shirt is being thrown off and his pants and briefs are yanked down to his ankles. Rohan shakes the clothing off his feet and tries to grab at Josuke's shirt, but his hands are batted away.
"No touching," Josuke scolds, and Rohan whines. But something about being naked while Josuke was still fully clothed aroused Rohan even more.
After giving him another wet kiss, Josuke turns him around and bends him over the counter, one hand at the side of Rohan's hip, and the other in between his shoulder blades, fingers splayed and holding him down effectively.
"You want me to fuck you?"
Rohan nods and moans, thrusting into the air, desperate to feel any sort of friction on his own leaking arousal. He grasps the edge of the counter once more, not trusting himself to touch his own cock and end it all early.
"Do it," he cries, because he simply cannot wait any longer.
Josuke slaps his bottom hard. Hearing Rohan squeal causes him to smack at it again, a little more gently this time. He fondles at the flesh generously, watching it slowly turn pink.
"You need to ask nicely."
In any other situation, Rohan would have turned around, shoved him over, and sit himself down onto Josuke's cock, because Rohan Kishibe does not beg.
But now tears prickle at Rohan's eyes, as he sobs out, "Josuke, please fuck me."
Josuke leans down to leave a chaste kiss at his nape, and gives it a little nibble.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Rohan shivers and feels Josuke's hand leave his back and hip. Then they're at his thighs to spread his legs further apart. He hears Josuke rummage into the cabinet above him, and a quiet "ah-ha." As he glances up, he sees Josuke bring out a bottle of cooking oil.
Rohan's panting, dazed and confused as to what Josuke is taking his time with. Wondering why Josuke isn't touching him. He's all but whining when he hears the 'clink' of the bottle being set down, and suddenly, slick fingers rub against his entrance.
Josuke smooths his clean hand over Rohan's back to relax him for what's to come next.
"Do you think you can take two right away?"
He doesn't even wait for an answer. Josuke slowly feeds his fingers in, and Rohan whimpers at the sudden intrusion. He mentally thanks Josuke for initiating the sex they had that morning so that he's already loosened up enough for this.
"Shhh, just relax," Josuke coos, pushing in and out, "You're doing so well, sweetheart. I've got you."
The moment the pet name leaves Josuke's mouth, Rohan clenches slightly around his fingers, and he blushes, knowing that Josuke is going to notice.
He can practically see Josuke's smug grin when he says, "You like that? You like it when I call you 'sweetheart?'"
Rohan's far too gone to even answer him, because Josuke's found his prostate and is rubbing against the sweet spot mercilessly. He can't even form a coherent sentence-- reduced to babbling against the kitchen counter, begging for Josuke to fuck him now. Surprisingly enough, Rohan doesn't come. His younger lover takes pity on him and scissors his fingers a few times before pulling them out and wiping them on his jeans.
Then he kneeds at Rohan's ass with both hands, sucking in a breath, seemingly preparing himself as well.
"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"
Josuke lines up his cock, and pushes in slowly. Rohan hisses a bit, readjusting to the size of the flesh penetrating him. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as Josuke bottoms out and the fabric of his jeans brushes up against Rohan's skin. They both moan.
Josuke waits a bit before pulling out almost all the way, only to then slam back in, causing Rohan to scream his name.
Spurred on by his reaction, he begins to fuck Rohan in earnest; fast and shallow jerks of his hips, which soon become languid, deep thrusts. Josuke's hands are gripping onto Rohan's hips hard enough to bruise, and the thought of being marked, being Josuke's, nearly sends him over the edge.
"Oh my god, Josuke," Rohan cries, bracing himself as Josuke begins to fuck harder into him.
"Yeah, ohh fu-fuck yeah," Josuke moans, bending over to wrap his arms around Rohan's stomach. His hips move faster now, and his cock brushes over Rohan's prostate with every other thrust. His breath is ragged against Rohan's neck, alternating between kisses and licks. "You're doing so fucking good."
"Yes," Rohan keens at the praise, canting his hips back as much as he can to meet Josuke halfway. The movement forces his cock in deeper, and it's almost too much for Rohan. But he wants this-- wants to be good for Josuke like this.
Josuke's losing control now, fucking in, in, in with each thrust. It's such a primal desire he displays, and Rohan knows Josuke's practically at his limit. Josuke bites down onto his shoulder, sucking hard to create a bruise, and Rohan can't take it anymore. He arches his back and cums untouched, crying out and convulsing through his orgasm as his inner walls squeeze down on Josuke's cock. Above him, Josuke's hips stutter as he pushes in deep one last time, and cums as well, groaning as he spills his load.
There's a certain bliss Rohan feels whenever Josuke finishes inside him. But now with the aching bruises on his hips, the mark over his shoulder, the feeling is amplified-- it's like he's branded both inside and out, and the realization sends him to cloud nine.
They sink to the floor together, and Josuke sprawls out to cool himself on the kitchen tiles while Rohan lays atop of him. They're both sweaty, sticky messes, and neither can even begin to comprehend what just happened.
"Wow," Josuke pants, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I had no idea you'd be into that."
Rohan can barely move, catching his breath as well. "I... didn't think so either. This was new to me as well."
The feeling of semen and cooking oil trickling out and oozing down his thighs brings him back up to speed and he sighs, realizing the mess they've made. Rohan tries to roll over onto the tile flooring, but he's stuck against Josuke's chest when the younger man catches him in his arms and holds on.
"Are you okay though? I wasn't too... It wasn't too much, was it?"
Rohan turns over in his arms and rests his head on Josuke's sternum.
"No, it was... good. It was really good." 'Good' is an understatement, but it's not something he's willing to admit just yet. In truth, he half-expected Josuke to call him a pervert and be done with it. "You don't think it's weird?"
Josuke's hands begin to rub up and down Rohan's back, basking in the afterglow.
"Almost everyone's got something that gets them off. So you like being... handled like that... dominated. It's just one part of you, not everything. And I'm really glad we got to explore that."
Rohan hums in agreement. "I wish we moved it to the bedroom though. You know I can't stand fucking in the kitchen... people... eat in here. And I've got olive oil in my ass because of you."
Josuke laughs, "Sorry, I was really... you know... I wasn't exactly in any position to run over for lube."
Rohan huffs, "Oh, and I was?"
Josuke rolls his eyes, "Okay, okay, bedroom for sure next time."
"Ugh, take me there now, this is so uncomfortable."
Without complaint, Josuke moves to sit up, stand, and carry Rohan to his bedroom bridal-style.
Rohan expected to be put down to walk once they reached the room, but instead, Josuke throws him onto the middle of the bed in the same manner the man from the movie did with the woman.
Rohan bounces ungracefully upon hitting the mattress, and rushes to sit up, sputtering his discontent.
"J-Josuke, what the hell?! What are you doing?!"
Josuke pulls off his own shirt and crawls onto the bed to push Rohan down before he can get another word in. Josuke holds him down by his arms and begins to lick up Rohan's neck and playfully nips at his jaw.
"What? I did say we'd be here for the next round."
He pulls up to see his boyfriend's reaction. Rohan closes his mouth and swallows. His eyes are wide, and he looks like a deer caught in headlights. But he's blushing.
Josuke licks his lips and smiles fiendishly.
"Good boy."