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Jotaro waited in the armchair placed in one corner of his hotel room. It was far enough from the door to make it appear like he hadn’t been waiting, and close enough to quickly abate his curiosity about his guest. He realized he was drumming his fingers on the arm, a habit he’d thought he’d dropped in high school.
He forced himself to be still just as a knock came from the door. He rose swiftly, then forced a slow stroll to the door. He opened it without looking through the peephole.
“I’ve brought everything I need,” said Rohan, looking past Jotaro for a way into the room. “I can go over it again if you‘d like.”
Jotaro moved to the side and watched Rohan set to fiddling with his belongings. No hellos ever from Rohan, which Jotaro was fine with. He hated exchanging small talk like that.
While Rohan was working, Jotaro pulled the chair from the corner further into the center of the room. He sat down heavily, adjusting the sleeves of his turtleneck as he waited. He had left his thick overcoat in the closet while they were just in his room, and he had noticed Rohan glancing up at him from his notes more often.
“I understand meeting you here for comfort’s sake,” said Rohan finally. “Anything else?”
“Don’t… walk too far behind me. Just stay in front.”
Rohan nodded, treating the request with the same air of indifference he gave everything but his work. Jotaro silently appreciated his casualness.
“I’ll walk you through it as we start. Um…,” paused Rohan. “Take off your hat.”
Jotaro stared up at him, unimpressed. Rohan figeted under his gaze.
“I can tell if you’re in trance the most easily based on your facial expression,” huffed Rohan, turning back to his materials. He laid a large notepad—sketchbook? thought Jotaro—out on the end table beside him. Jotaro begrudgingly removed his hat and laid it on the floor. When he straightened up, Rohan was giving him an intense look while holding a pencil.
“Now, then,” said Rohan. “Are you relaxed?”
Jotaro snorted. Rohan gave him a dirty look.
“Uh, I guess,” said Jotaro.
“I’ll remind you that this research is important to my manga.”
“I’m completely serene right now.”
“Let your eyes close as much as you want.”
Jotaro thought about the odd request for a moment before settling his gaze on the floor. He didn’t realize how much he was waiting for his next instruction until he twitched a little at Rohan’s voice cutting through the silence.
“Let yourself relax into the chair. You can relax your muscles, and feel your body getting heavy. Remember that everything is safe here.”
Rohan watched as Jotaro finally settled into the chair past his usual rigidness. Rohan wasn’t the best with comforting words, so he swiftly flipped his notebook over to some phrases he had prepared beforehand.
Jotaro, just feet away from the other man, allowed himself to settle into a space in his mind far away from this room. He wasn’t aware that Rohan had instructed him to imagine a beautiful place. He selected a beach, just before the sun had reached the horizon. The water would be cool. He’d like to imagine a creature in the water, but perhaps it would distract him too much. Eventually, he struggled to hold the picture in his mind. It grew darker, until only the warm feeling pressing all around him remained.
“What’s your name?” asked Rohan. Jotaro had leaned far back into his chair. Rohan stepped forward, worried that Jotaro had fallen entirely asleep.
“Kujo Jotaro,” the other man responded quickly. Rohan breathed quickly through his nose. He’d have to ask questions that Jotaro wouldn’t answer while waking, but he’d promised not to pry. However, his meddling nature called out to him…
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you did with your childhood best friend?” asked Rohan.
“Flooded my parents’ bathroom.”
“What did your parents do?” asked Rohan. Now he was becoming interested in the man’s childhood past any professional knowledge.
“My mom laughed. She looked sad, though. Sadao dragged me halfway across the house by my hair,” answered Jotaro. Rohan stifled his nosy instincts to bring up the main question of his research—command retention.
Jotaro felt quite nice in the trance state he’d realized he’d entered. It was like a restful sleep, but he could sort through his thoughts carefully. He didn’t feel the normal hesitance to bring up his family to others—he cycled through nice images of his mother. Too quickly, he felt, Jotaro heard a sharp noise and suddenly saw the room he sat in again. Rohan was already packing up. The waistband of his underpants rode up his back when he went to pick up a fallen pen.
“That’s…” said Jotaro. He closed his mouth, realizing he didn’t have a thought to complete.
“I’ve gotten what I need for now. Are you alright? Oh, and I’ll be back at some point,” said Rohan rapid-fire as he sorted through the bag on his shoulder. “I need to see the results of my… suggestions.”
Rohan chose his words carefully as he saw Jotaro bristle at his briskness.
“I didn’t change anything,” said Rohan quickly. “It’s all voluntary. It will, you see, make sense when I come back…”
Rohan had made his way to the door. Jotaro rose slowly, holding up a hand to still the mangaka. Rohan obeyed, letting his knees lock up. Jotaro loped to the door, placing a hand between Rohan and the doorframe. He looked down on the smaller man.
“When do you want to see me?” said Jotaro finally.
“A… a week,” said Rohan. Jotaro noticed his neck grew red first, down where it connected to his chest. Jotaro let his hand slide from the frame and he pulled the door open.
“Until then,” said Jotaro. Rohan slipped out, and Jotaro had closed the door firmly by the time Rohan cast a longing glance down the hall.
Jotaro sighed as he dropped back into the chair he’d just been inhabiting. He knew men like Rohan liked to wheedle their way into trouble, but he still felt right while talking to him. Some kind of magnetism about him past the arrogance and narcissism. He reached a long arm towards the small table that held a pack of cigarettes nearby. He’d taken one out and drummed one end on the arm of the chair to pack the tobacco before his face contracted almost involuntarily at the thought of smoking one. He felt his senses overcome with a rancid smell, taste, before tossing the pack back onto the table.
——
Rohan turned back from the door, back down the grand hallway in his entrance as soon as he’d opened the door for Jotaro. Jotaro would have told him with tight lips to be more careful, but he supposed he trusted him based on the knocking code they’d established. A portion of their ragtag team had crowded around a café table meant for far fewer people a few days ago to discuss their findings, and the team had jumped onto secret codes as Kira’s new identity was still unknown. That same meeting, Rohan had invited Jotaro to come to his home for their next planned session, hand limply put on Jotaro’s thigh.
Rohan bid him into a large sitting room with two perpendicular couches and steaming cups already prepared. Jotaro took a seat in one and picked up the small cup, even more dwarfed in his hand.
“I hope you like green tea,” said Rohan, slowly lowering onto the opposite couch. “It’s all I have.”
“It’s fine.”
“Want a cigarette?” said Rohan, flourishing a pack from his pants pocket. He held it out, cocked at the wrist. Jotaro tried to control the one side of his face that sneered up involuntarily at the taste in his mouth. Jotaro had almost gagged at the stench in the back of his throat twice before throwing his pack of cigarettes into the back of his dresser. He shook his head, taking a deep sip from his tea to hide his grimace.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” said Jotaro.
“I don’t,” said Rohan. “It’s an empty pack I found in a trash can. But it helps for my research here.”
Jotaro raised his eyebrows.
“A good artist needs to understand all aspects of human life,” said Rohan, explanation already at the ready. “Much can be said about us from our waste.”
“I’m imagining you digging through a trash can after spending 100,000 Yen on those pants,” said Jotaro.
“350,000 Yen,” said Rohan. “l’ve never minded getting dirty for research… And I was wearing different pants.”
“What were your cigarettes for? Something was keeping me from smoking them this past week.”
“Well,” began Rohan. He intertwined his fingers around his cup as he sipped from it before settling into a lounging cross-legged pose. “I wanted to see the effects that behavioral changes would have outside of a trance state. So I… suggested that you would hate the smell of cigarettes whenever you thought of smoking one.”
Jotaro leaned back heavily on his couch.
“I said no changes,” said Jotaro. “You’re lucky I wanted to quit.”
“Good, it’s a horrible habit,” said Rohan. Rohan held the other man’s gaze, and after seeing he’d get no apology, Jotaro continued.
“So, what did you learn?” he sighed.
“I’m more interested in what you experienced. After all, you’ve had a week to reflect.”
Jotaro’s eyebrows drew together even more than usual.
“It’s hazy,” said Jotaro. “But physically, it felt very nice. And I felt like… I was able to think about things more objectively. I made up my mind to call my mother, for one.”
“Would you do it again?” asked Rohan. “With an actual hypnotherapist, maybe?”
“I hate therapists,” said Jotaro. “I don’t want some stranger to solve my problems with this. If I did it again, it would be just because I liked it.”
“Then, with me?” said Rohan tentatively. Jotaro rested his head in his hand for a long moment.
“Maybe.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to solve all of your problems either,” said Rohan. He leaned back, not realizing that he’d shifted his weight onto the elbows resting on his knees. “This is my time, and I’d have to enjoy doing it too.”
“What do you want from this, then?” said Jotaro. He laid a heavy gaze onto Rohan.
“We could spend some time together outside of business. And serial killers,” said Rohan. He inched closer to Jotaro’s couch. “I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing, Jotaro.”
“Me? You’re hardly subtle about what you’ve been doing.”
Rohan scowled, but slid onto Jotaro’s couch anyways. He placed a hand on Jotaro’s knee, who let his legs come uncrossed. He turned his chest towards Rohan, who brought a hand up to play with the thick hair at the nape of Jotaro’s neck. Rohan moved his hand slowly up as they drew closer, whipping his hat off as their gazes broke to find each other’s lips. The brim of the hat tapped against the wood floor somewhere, and Rohan nestled his other hand deep into Jotaro’s hair. Rohan clambered over the taller man’s legs, bringing his torso to a more comfortable position as he tilted his head up to meet Rohan.
Jotaro had his arms firmly around Rohan’s waist. Rohan had to pull away first, not meeting Jotaro’s gaze with his own glassy eyes as he dove down against his neck. Jotaro groaned, resigning to a week of turtlenecks. Rohan spent special care on his thick trapezius muscles between his neck and shoulders, adoring his physique. Jotaro felt the small figure on his lap keep moving just as quickly back up to his lips, grabbing his face eagerly for another round of harsh kissing.
——
Jotaro had found that he felt more content. He also noticed Josuke approached him less when he had Rohan on his arm—that he was neutral on. Rohan proved to be a good partner to study the marine life with, after he accepted that Jotaro wouldn’t be hoisting fish from the water without a shirt on a beautifully sunny day. He quietly enjoyed sketching Jotaro’s specimens and loudly disliked the smell, but Jotaro didn’t find continuous talking grating like he normally did. Most of all, he could spend hours in silence bent over his work and Rohan over his and both would count it as quality time. He often forgot to feed himself when working, and Rohan did as well, but Jotaro began to remember appropriate feeding times when considering Rohan’s health.
That, and the sex was consistently good. They hit it off their first time, and seemed to understand what boundaries the other would want to explore implicitly. That’s where Jotaro found himself now, pressing Rohan against his door and feverishly tonguing into his mouth. He broke away and Rohan bit his lip, looking up at Jotaro sheepishly. Even if he knew it was an act, and that Rohan liked to have him by the balls more than figuratively, he appreciated Rohan acting demure, at least at the start of their encounters.
“Can we try something?” asked Jotaro.
“What, babe?” said Rohan, burying his face in Jotaro’s chest and fondling up his sides. Jotaro cleared his throat. He resisted the urge to do it a second time. He didn’t stutter when skirting a topic, but it often took him time to spit it out. Rohan glanced up at him.
“Something wrong?”
“I want to try something.”
“I got that. Want to sit down?”
Rohan led him to the edge of the bed and perched on the mattress. He seemed to understand Jotaro’s hesitancy and fixed his analytical gaze on him.
“Hypnotize me. While we’re doing—this,” said Jotaro finally. Rohan’s lips twitched upwards tightly.
“I was waiting for you to ask,” he chirped.
“You—oh.”
“I know you like the feeling of it, just by itself,” said Rohan. He was clambering onto Jotaro’s lap, lavishing his hands up his thighs and kissing his neck. “I think you want to be taken care of but don’t know how to give over control otherwise. That, and you keep popping boners when I do it.”
Jotaro grabbed Rohan’s ass in response, spreading his cheeks through his trousers. Rohan yelped before throwing his weight onto Jotaro’s shoulders and sending them both down to the mattress. He looked at Jotaro triumphantly through the hair falling out of his headband.
“And I’d be in charge when we’re doing this, right?” said Rohan. Jotaro made a deep noise in his chest—a solid yes from him. “You know, I think keeping you in these states so often is affecting you. Sometimes you start to go into trance when you hear—my—voice…”
Rohan drug out the last three words, making his voice as calm as possible. He was watching Jotaro’s face for that familiar sign of his brow relaxing. Jotaro sunk into the sheets, hands going limp on Rohan’s hips.
“Strip,” said Rohan after leaving a quick kiss on Jotaro’s lips. He stood up swiftly, looking like a deer caught in headlights, when Rohan rolled off him. Even so, he removed himself of his clothing like he was burning to take it off. He was, in a way, Rohan supposed. He lounged at the edge of the mattress, having shed his clothing as well, swinging his feet along the ground.
“Kneel on the floor,” he said, keeping his voice as calming as he could make it. Jotaro sunk to his knees quickly. Rohan bit his lip. He really had his work cut out for him if Jotaro was already this close to entering a trance from just paying close attention to Rohan. He leaned forward, ducking down to bring his mouth close to Jotaro’s ear. He listened to his shuddering breath for a moment before beginning to whisper.
“Remember what it feels like to be hypnotized,” said Rohan. “That calm feeling… and you told me you feel warm. Imagine you’re losing all your troubles, and all that matters is just in this room. Just you and me talking to you.”
Jotaro’s breathing slowed as Rohan described his muscles growing heavy. He sat in place, head almost bowed, when Rohan finally leaned back.
“You’re listening to me, aren’t you?” asked Rohan.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to give you some suggestions. I want you to make your first and only goal to be pleasuring me. You’ll do what I say and get pleasure from what you’ll do to me. Oh, and don’t come until I…”
Rohan snapped his fingers once. He looked into Jotaro’s eyes, who had opened them at some point, to find them miles away but somehow rapt upon him. He almost looked away from their intensity.
“Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” Jotaro blearily repeated. Rohan arched his back, preening at this treatment.
“Suck my cock. Slowly,” said Rohan. He supposed he could come up with something more creative, but that could come later. He was just testing the waters with Jotaro now.
Jotaro moved ahead with as much speed as commanded, kissing up his thighs like they tasted wonderfully sweet. His hands gripped the outside of his thin legs and kneaded them. When he reached Rohan’s cock after taking a winding path up his legs, Jotaro dipped down to take his balls into his mouth. Rohan gasped at the foreign feeling and Jotaro sucked lightly. Rohan gripped at Jotaro’s dark curls and felt more than heard a small groan come from the larger man. He pulled up harder, forcing Jotaro to the head of his cock, and Jotaro let out an unusual high-pitched whine.
“Good,” said Rohan. “Keep sucking and make all those pretty noises.”
Jotaro worked Rohan’s cock quickly into the back of his mouth, sounding more enthusiastic than ever. He didn’t try to stifle any of the squelching, and kept his eyes on Rohan’s face. Normally, he would pull his hat over his face if Rohan stared too long, but now he was adamantly searching for approval from the other man. Rohan bit his lips and rolled his hips sluggishly, pulling a wet groan from Jotaro.
Eventually, Rohan pulled Jotaro hesitantly from his lap by his hair. Jotaro’s lips hung open and full, and he sighed with each pant.
“Do you want a kiss?” asked Rohan.
“Yes, please.”
Rohan held the back of Jotaro’s head and leaned in painfully slowly. He smiled when Jotaro made no move against him and laid a peck on his cheek. He studied how Jotaro kept his place dutifully on the ground beside the bed.
“Are you disappointed?”
“No.”
“I thought you would want a kiss on the lips,” smiled Rohan.
“That would be nice.”
“Hmm,” said Rohan, faking deep thought. “Why don’t you come up here and show me how you’d like to be kissed?”
Jotaro rose to his feet in an instant, leaning against the mattress and caging Rohan with his arms.
“If you please me, I’ll give you a reward.”
Jotaro’s breath stayed steady, heavy as it was.
“I only want to please you,” Jotaro murmured. He finally took initiative when he noticed Rohan leaning in and dipped their faces together. His force slowly pushed Rohan against the sheets, who grinned and left a harsh bite on Jotaro’s lips. Jotaro moaned into Rohan’s mouth, using his tongue fiercely all the while. After a while, Rohan became worried that Jotaro may pass out before breaking their kiss while in trance and pushed him back. With as much weight as he was laying onto Rohan, he backed off easily, attentively.
“I want to fuck you,” said Rohan smoothly, even with his headband covering one eye. He pushed it into place as he sat up, making Jotaro lean back.
“Please,” said Jotaro. “I cleaned before…”
“Oh, this was all planned,” Rohan chirped. “What if you asked and I’d said no to hypnotizing you during sex, what then?”
“I would have touched myself in the bathroom,” Jotaro said dreamily. Rohan froze, stunned, for a moment, before giggling despite himself. Jotaro’s openness in this state was truly a gift to him.
“How much do you want me to fuck you?” asked Rohan.
“So much,” said Jotaro. “Please, it feels so good. I want it so much.”
Rohan supposed that would be enough begging for now from the otherwise almost silent man.
“Present yourself on the bed up there.”
Jotaro crawled along the mattress to its center, leaving Rohan watching him at the edge as he rolled onto his stomach and raised his hips up. He spread his legs dutifully and placed his head on his crossed arms before stilling. Rohan quickly took advantage of his position, coming up behind Jotaro and slowly grinding their hips together.
“You’ve always been so muscular here,” cooed Rohan, grabbing handfuls of Jotaro’s outer hamstrings. He pushed up on the top of Jotaro’s thighs and let them bounce back down, watching his toned ass jiggle.
“Of course, you could pin me down if you wanted to,” Rohan continued, musing. “So strong—could do whatever you wanted, but you’re not going to. You want to sit here and get fucked and cry for me, hm?”
“Yes.”
Rohan had maneuvered the lube out of the bedside table while he talked. He wasted no time getting two slick fingers against Jotaro and pushing them inside in an attempt to surprise him. Jotaro stayed still, however, only sighing into the feeling. Rohan smirked as he worked the already loose and prepped hole. If he could tell from Jotaro’s behavior, his only thought at the moment was laying open for Rohan to fuck till he was content. Had Rohan a view into his mind, he would be right. Jotaro was basking in the weightless feeling, ready to do anything Rohan asked. Each command sent a warm pulse through his system.
Rohan slid the condom on and prepared himself with a similar lack of reaction from the other man. He pushed inside the large man easily, bearing the weight of his hips down onto Jotaro’s ass. Jotaro sighed loudly once Rohan bottomed out. He rolled his hips back when Rohan grew still—not for his own pleasure, but to stimulate Rohan. He grabbed a fistful of Jotaro’s asscheek in response.
“Like that?” he sneered.
“Yeah. Do you feel good?”
“You’re nice and tight. If you want to make me feel really good right now, you’ll worship this cock while it's inside you.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Jotaro chanted. He circled his hips back, and Rohan groaned and let his head roll back. After a moment, he regained his focus and began slapping into Jotaro. Rohan didn’t have the muscle to pound him into the mattress as Jotaro liked to do when he topped, but he could generate enough power to shake the bed. Jotaro began to groan lowly, further bolstering Rohan’s ego as he ground his hips in when he met Jotaro’s ass.
Jotaro’s haze hung around his head. His eyes were open, looking blankly at the sheets ahead of him, but he was focused in his trance state on contracting his ass around Rohan. After only several minutes, Rohan cursed and stilled. He pulled out fully, slapping the head of his cock against Jotaro’s hole.
“Do you want me to keep fucking you?” cooed Rohan.
“Yes, please, please, please,” groaned Jotaro. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“I know you will, babe,” said Rohan. “But that isn’t any motivation to fuck you or let you come.”
“Please,” Jotaro repeated after a moment. Rohan smiled, slowly beginning to push the head of his cock inside the pink hole.
“Thinking too hard?” said Rohan. “I know thinking is hard for you. Why don’t you just lay there and take it like a dumb little cocktease?”
“Yeah,” Jotaro said, like he was going to chant it like a mantra. Rohan removed his cock, only to sink back in to the head, He repeated the movement until Jotaro’s hole gaped open when he pulled back. Rohan held one of Jotaro’s cheeks apart, satisfied with his work and Jotaro’s obedience. He pushed himself in for the last time, shuddering when Jotaro moaned.
Rohan picked up his quick pace again, chasing his own pleasure rather than taking time for Jotaro. Jotaro obliged happily, rolling his hips back sinfully. Rohan noticed Jotaro moaned the most after Rohan let out little noises while he pounded the other man. He bit his lip and tightened his grip on Jotaro’s hip.
Jotaro felt satisfied when he felt Rohan pulse through the condom and moan shrilly. Rohan slowly maneuvered him onto his back, and Jotaro felt dreamy again when he saw Rohan’s red, sweaty face. He said something in a calm tone, it sounded like he was repeating something, but Jotaro could only hear the tones of his voice that made him sink deeper into trance.
It took a couple of seconds to notice he was coming. Rohan had raised a hand and snapped his fingers, and only his subconscious had picked up on the noise. Rohan mercifully pumped Jotaro’s cock as he came. Jotaro sank into the mattress the whole while.
“Are you feeling okay?” was the first thing Jotaro was aware of hearing. He nodded.
“Yes or no.”
“Yes,” said Jotaro.
“I’m bringing you out of trance now,” said Rohan from above him.
“Please leave it for a moment…”
“I’m not leaving you in trance for too long,” said Rohan warily.
“Just while I’m in bed, please,” said Jotaro. Rohan smiled and leaned against his chest. He let himself lay on the hairy expanse of muscle.
“You’re so polite, for once, when you’re in trance,” teased Rohan. He wasn’t expecting a response. “So how could I say no? Just while we’re in bed, though.”
He caught Jotaro’s bleary smile. Rohan brought up a hand to trace over Jotaro’s neck and shoulders. Jotaro stayed awake as Rohan’s breath grew deeper, just to feel the cloud of trance around him.