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How they ended up like this in Rohan's bed was a mystery beyond Josuke. He doesn't care in the slightest to remember, (though he can recall ending up at Rohan's door, after his mother left for some wedding out of town,) and prefers it that way. Molten, orange, light of the setting sun spilled into the room from underneath the slits of the blinds at the window, and he stretches his legs out over the warm, comfortable mattress.
Rohan was laying down next to him, headband discarded, and sleepy-eyed. The events that led up to this began to trickle back into his mind. When he arrived at Rohan's house, his boyfriend had him help rearrange some furniture in the living room and foyer. He was exhausted after, and Rohan sent him upstairs to rest for a bit while he cleaned. It seems his short break turned into a nap, and it seems that Rohan eventually joined him.
Fingers tangle through his hair and he hears Rohan's low, familiar, chuckle. "Your hair is a mess." What once was a perfectly held together pompadour, now had tousled away into shaggy, long, locks that fell down to his neck.
"So's yours," he huffed, blowing a few strands out of his face.
They lay side by side, exchanging lazy, sloppy, kisses for just a little longer, until Rohan pulled away, and began to sit up.
"Dinner is ready by the wa-- hey!"
He yelped when Josuke caught his shoulder quickly, and pulled him back down. He rolled over Rohan and trapped his body underneath him. Josuke could just barely make out the shocked expression on Rohan's face in the dim light of the room. Josuke was hard now, and hoped that his boyfriend took notice. He leaned down and kissed Rohan as many times as it took for him to open his mouth again, (which didn't take too long) breathing hard and heavy with desire.
Rohan was enticing. There's no other way to put it. His skin calls out for Josuke to touch and kiss and caress and worship his body. If the man he is now dating could see the pure feeling of want in his eyes, he doesn't make it known. In fact-- Rohan has never mentioned it since they've started dating. (And it's been a little over a month, give or take.)
"Josuke, what--"
"Can I... I mean, can we... have sex?"
Rohan seemed to be searching for something in his expression, judging by the way he watched him carefully. He bent a knee upward, and it brushed against Josuke's erection, making him moan and sigh. Then, unexpectedly, Rohan pushed Josuke over and sat on his waist. The weight of Rohan's body there sent a rush of heat through him, shooting his heart rate through the roof. And when Rohan began to rock his hips, as if he was testing the waters, so to speak, Josuke couldn't hold back from rutting up against him.
"You want this?"
Josuke felt his mouth dry up. He nodded fervently, unable to form even a simple sentence.
Rohan seemed to be satisfied with rendering him speechless, and removed his top and threw it somewhere behind him.
"I want this too. I just..." he laughs breathlessly, shaking his head. "You've never... I didn't want to push... I was waiting for you to say something."
Josuke found his confidence from Rohan's confession, and flipped them over once more, switching their positions. Rushing to get his own shirt off messed Josuke's hair up even more, and Rohan could only lay there, smiling and chuckling at how eager his boyfriend was to make love to him. Josuke gets off at the end of the bed to remove his jeans and briefs, and yanks at the ends of Rohan's pants to undress him as well. Doing so pulls Rohan down the mattress, and he laughs at Josuke's clumsiness. They eventually end up naked, with Josuke hovering over Rohan on the bed.
The light of the sunset was fading fast, and now Josuke could barely view his lover's body splayed out on the sheets for him. Rohan must have thought the same thing, and turned to switch on the lamp on the bed side table. With their clothes removed, and the room illuminated, Josuke could clearly see Rohan under him; his expression and body warm and inviting.
Even in the golden, light the lamp gives off, his skin still looked so pale and soft. Rohan has both of his hands to the sides of his head on the pillow, and his knees are bent up slightly putting his calves on either side of Josuke. Josuke stayed kneeling between his legs, and ran his hands over Rohan's hips. He was slender-- thin and smooth to the touch, while Josuke was more built, and rough with scars. As he drank in the sight, he realized that they were opposites in nearly every sense of the word. But they fit together so naturally, it was almost scary. Josuke had been told that stand users always end up crossing paths... like fate. was this feeling pre-determined as well?
"Hey... you're thinking too much," Rohan whispered. "Come here."
Josuke lowers himself to get closer and holds himself up with his hands before finding Rohan's and linking their fingers together. They kiss languidly, letting their tongues meld together while they aimlessly hump against each other. Josuke can feel their difference in size down there, and props himself on one forearm and reaches down to touch with the other. His hand runs down the firm plane of Rohan's body, and finds their cocks in between them, both hard and already leaking pre-cum. He doesn't tug at Rohan's immediately, but takes it into his hand and just runs his fingers over the head. Josuke hears Rohan suck in a breath, and he repeats the action more firmly.
Maybe it was his lack of experience with sex, or maybe Rohan was just tired and sleepy, but it felt as if Josuke was being given permission to continue. Like Rohan was holding himself back and letting him explore. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Rohan's neck and just breathes there, inhaling his familiar scent. He doesn't really know what he should do next, and is actually quite fine with rubbing up against each other like this until they cum. At least until Rohan pushes him to sit up, and turns his head to the side where the table and lamp are.
"There's some lube in the drawer. Get it for me?"
Josuke felt his blood rush throughout his body, feeling almost renewed at the at the request. He rummaged through the drawer of the bed side table and finds a bottle of lubricant and packets of condoms near the back. He grabs the bottle and a condom and hands them both to Rohan, and hope he doesn't notice that his hands are shaking slightly. Rohan puts the condom aside, but keeps the bottle in his hand and uncaps it to prepare himself. Clear liquid pours out and onto Rohan's palm and fingers. Josuke watches closely as he rubs it over his hand to warm it up, and inhales a sharp breath when he lowers it past his cock.
Their eyes meet just before he slides his finger inside, and he gives Josuke a sultry smile. Josuke looks back down to see his finger push past his dusky-pink hole. Watching Rohan finger himself was driving Josuke up the wall. The light from the lamp highlighted the blush high on his cheeks that slowly spread so that he was flushed to his neck. His mouth hung open, emitting the most beautiful sighs he's ever heard. Rohan watched him with half-lidded, glossy and drowsy eyes, as if he was drunk with lust. To see his boyfriend so lost in such pleasure-- Josuke's never seen a sight more gorgeous. And more than anything at the moment, Josuke wanted to touch him.
"I want... let me help you." His voice cracked at the end, but he can't even feel an ounce of embarrassment. Rohan opens his eyes fully and meets his stare.
"Y-yeah, just... just use the lube."
Josuke's never done any of this before, so he repeats Rohan's actions from before and coats his own fingers.
"Um... so how should I..."
"Here-- like this." Rohan takes Josuke's hand and guides it down to his perineum, and then nudges his fingers lower to his entrance. As soon as Josuke feels the puckered opening, he lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. When he rubs his digits there curiously, Rohan licks his lips and mewls. And when Josuke dips his finger just past the rim, they both moan. His middle finger sinks in, and he feels soft, hot, flesh tightening and relaxing with each knuckle he pushes in.
"You're so warm inside... and it's l-like you're clinging to me... ah..."
Josuke finds a rhythm to slowly pump his finger in and out, and tries his best to ignore the thought of how good he's going to feel in just a bit of time, and instead focuses on preparing Rohan.
"Mmmh, add another," Rohan whines. Josuke obeys and uncurls his index finger to push it in alongside the first digit. It goes in easily now that Rohan is more relaxed. Josuke's fingers rub and twist against his inner walls, making the man under him squeak and squirm in pleasure. The third finger is a bit more of a stretch, and causes some visible discomfort to show on Rohan's face. Josuke takes it slower from there, and watches to see the pain he expressed quickly melt away.
Rohan notices that his fingers falter for a second, and rubs his leg at Josuke's side. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just a little nervous, is all."
His boyfriend scoffs, clearly amused. "I'm the one with-- ahh, w-with your fingers up my ass, and you're nervous?"
He knows Rohan's only teasing him.
"It's okay if you want to sto--"
Josuke bends over to kiss his lips then, halting his sentence.
"No... I want this," he whispers in between kisses.
Rohan licks at Josuke's lips, and reaches down to tap at his hand. "That's good," he tells him, "It's enough, I'm ready."
Josuke removes his fingers and picks up the condom packet by the pillow Rohan is laying his head on. He at least knows how to put it on by himself. But Rohan sits up and takes the condom as soon as he tears it open, and holds it in between the two of them.
"You've never done this before, right?"
Josuke swallows and shakes his head.
"Okay. Okay, well I'm clean, so we don't need this." He tosses the packet to the other side of the bed, but picks up the bottle of lube. He squeezes a generous amount over Josuke's cock and slicks him up to full hardness, taking his time to appreciate his girth before laying back and holding up his legs.
"Just go slow. You're fucking huge."
Josuke lines himself up, gasping when the tip of his member touches his lover's wet entrance like a kiss. Steadily, Josuke pushes in, leaving Rohan shivering with each centimeter until he bottomed out. Nothing has ever felt so good before-- not even his own hands have given him such pleasure. Rohan is tight, hot, wet, and perfect around his cock, and he hasn't even started thrusting yet.
"Ohh... it's so good, you feel so good..." Josuke babbles on about the feeling like some parched man at an oasis. He opens his eyes when he hears Rohan's ragged breathing, and sees his strained expression.
"Are you okay? Sh-should I pull out?"
Rohan places his hand over Josuke's. "No, it's okay," he pants, "It's been awhile so just-- just give me a second."
Josuke nods and leans down so that their chests touched. The action results in his prick burying a smidgen deeper into Rohan, making them both moan at the sensation-- Josuke from the tightness engulfing him, and Rohan from being filled to the brim with Josuke's cock. Rohan's legs fit themselves around his waist and squeezed, seemingly urging him on. It took nearly every ounce of self-control Josuke had to stop himself from moving any more. He turned his head to leave kisses and licks at Rohan's neck-- anything to distract himself from thrusting and making things any more uncomfortable. Then he realizes that Rohan had said it's been awhile since he's done this... does that mean...
"How long has it been since you've touched yourself down there?" Josuke asked. "Did you ever think of me when you fucked yourself on your fingers?" He left more kisses, trailing up Rohan's jawline to just below his ear.
Josuke didn't mean for his words to come out so dirty; he genuinely just wanted to know. But Rohan was unable to answer him, only taking in gulps of air while his legs tightened around Josuke's waist. The reaction seemed positive enough, so he decided to continue.
"I did," he breathed hotly into Rohan's ear, "I always thought of you every time I jacked off... imagined it was your hand touching me, or your mouth on my dick. Oh god, Rohan I've wanted you so much..."
Rohan's nails were scrabbling at his shoulder blades now, more than likely leaving marks. Soon enough though, the scratching at his back stopped, and Josuke could feel Rohan loosen and relax as his hands fell away to his sides.
"Josuke," the man under him cried, "move, oh god, please move!"
There was nothing else Josuke wanted to do more. He pulled out halfway, as gently as he could, and pushed back in. Slowly and experimentally for the first few thrusts, trying to find a pace that would benefit them both. Though as Rohan voiced his pleasure, Josuke began to take longer strides as he pulled out his cock to fuck it back in. He pushed in deeper each time, losing himself in this newfound feeling of pure bliss. He knew he wouldn't last very long with the way Rohan was moaning under him.
Josuke's thrusts devolve into deep grinds that have his prick constantly pressing up against that little button of pleasure inside his lover. It makes Rohan clench down and slide his hands up into Josuke's hair to pull him in closer. He crashes their mouths together and moans into the kiss. His cock is trapped between both of their abdomens, and by the look on his face and the way he's arching his back, the friction is becoming too much. Tears form at the corner of Rohan's eyes, and he cums as he cries out Josuke's name over and over. Warm, sticky, liquid coats both of their stomachs, and is rubbed into skin each time Josuke moves.
It's the way that Rohan utters his name so desperately that makes Josuke cum. His grinding picks up in pace, turning into in and out movements once more. He thrusts faster and shallowly without finesse, until his hips jerk erratically and he spills himself inside his boyfriend with a long, stiffled, groan. Rohan wails and shudders at the sensation, but Josuke doesn't feel finished yet. He chases his orgasm with a handful of thrusts, pushing his ejaculate further into his lover, in a final attempt to claim Rohan as his. His movements soon become sluggish and messy, but he continues to fuck until he feels too sensitive and has to slow to a stop.
"Don't pull out," Rohan says quietly. "Ah... not yet..."
They kiss until cum begins to slip out alongside his softening cock making Josuke quiver at the sensation. He's over-simulated and raw, and about ready to collapse onto Rohan, who looks to be in no better shape.
"Rohan... I need to--"
"Yeah... it's okay now."
They both wince as Josuke removes himself before falling to the other side of the bed. Rohan moves toward him at the same time Josuke turns to his touch, and they meet in the middle-- with Josuke resting his head on Rohan's arm, and facing his chest.
"How was that for your first time?"
Josuke wraps an arm around Rohan and pulls him close to place a kiss over his heart.
"That was amazing... it was so good. You were so good." Josuke turns his head into Rohan's arm a little more, feeling a bit shy, and asks, "How about you? Was it... good for you too?"
He feels Rohan tuck his hair behind his ear, and looks up to see him smile beautifully.
"Best I ever had."
They lay with each other for a few minutes more, until Rohan gets restless and makes Josuke grab a towel from the bathroom to clean them both up. When he mumbles something about dinner, Josuke realizes that he's starting to feel a bit peaky himself and offers to bring a plate up for the two of them. And there in the bedroom, they have dinner in the dead of night, feeding each other, while naked, lazy, and not wanting to be anywhere else.
Josuke's pondering their future together as he finishes the last of their food. Before he can grab a tissue to clean off his fingers, Rohan pulls up Josuke's hand to lick some crumbs off his fingertips, and sucks in the digit down to the last knuckle. Josuke casts the plate aside, suddenly gaining an appetite for something sweeter. Rohan pushes him to lay back and moves down the bed, lower and lower, and-- yeah, he could definitely get used to this.