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Josuke was standing at Rohan’s doorstep, waiting for his resolve to set itself in stone. He’d been there for a while, nearly certain Rohan was aware of his presence by now.
Why was he there?
It’s not too long a story, Josuke and Rohan had molded their vague hatred for eachother into a less vague hatred a few weeks after the Kira incident.
A less vague hatred would be more accurately described as a stronger hatred. Josuke reflected reluctantly on what he had done to make Rohan hate him more than he already did.
Fortunately, after that, their friendship hit the bottom of the barrel, so logically, it could only go up from there.
And it did, slowly, but it did. Josuke would start conversations with him, those conversations overtime stopped ending in arguments. And Josuke would strongly encourage Koichi to invite Rohan to their little outings.
After a little bit, Josuke began inviting Rohan himself. They had started a slow and steady friendship, but what’s built from the ground up is much sturdier anyways, by Josuke’s point of view at least.
Rohan, however, saw it a little differently, thinking their outings and conversations were blatant wastes of time. Every time Josuke suggested they go to a cafe or a park, Rohan would agree with the detailed explanation of why he agreed. The explanations have been fairly repetitive, something about needing to go out anyways, or he was already hungry and would’ve gone even if Josuke hadn’t asked.
Josuke would just smile.
But Josuke had never gone as far as to actually go to Rohan’s house. He never really thought it was necessary, normally Rohan would pick up the phone when called but today was different. He was really just ignoring Josuke at this point.
Josuke was under the impression that Rohan was still in Morioh, he’d asked around a little. Koichi said something about a new chapter coming out soon, so he could’ve just been busy with work.
Josuke didn’t exactly believe an excuse like that, thinking nothing of it, he’d decided to go to Rohan’s house.
Before coming, he stopped by a nearby store, thinking Rohan would be a little more willing if he had some kind of bribe, what better bribe than food?
Josuke would have to cook it first, sure, but it’s only a small price to pay, he thought.
Finally working up the courage to ring the doorbell, Josuke hesitantly raised his hand. The motion was disrupted once the door swung open, revealing a dark eyed Rohan.
“What is it?” Rohan’s voice was low and gruff, hinting at his lack of sleep for the past few days.
Josuke smiled nervously, he would’ve brought his hand up to scratch his neck if it hadn’t been for his hands being occupied by grocery bags. “You want some food?”
Rohan looked down to said bags, grunting in response. His facial expression was a mix of reluctant and denial but before he could slam the door in Josuke’s pretty boy face, he stepped away from the door, silently encouraging Josuke to enter.
Josuke did enter, he expected to see a pristine, clean and decorated living room, but instead was welcomed with a rather dusty and dark space. All the curtains were closed, and they were the expensive type of curtains, the kind that really blocked all light, and with all the lights switched off, it really wasn’t too homely.
Josuke set the bags down in the entryway and took off his shoes. He navigated his way through the foreign house but made his way to the curtains, pulling them open and turning his head to Rohan smiling brightly.
“No one said you could do that.” Rohan said, in response to what he deemed ‘Josuke’s rude actions’.
Josuke waved him off and grabbed the bags once again, making his way to the kitchen, with actual light in there, it was much easier to find.
The plan was a simple stir fry, nothing special, but wording the plan to Rohan made the man’s stomach growl. Josuke laughed lightly at his eagerness, proud to be of help to a friend.
“You better not start a fire.” Rohan said in an all too serious tone.
Josuke for the second time that day, waved him off, confident enough in a kitchen to cook something as simple as what it was. “You live in the past.”
Rohan disappeared to upstairs, probably in his workroom, drawing away. The cooking process was fine, at one point, a mushroom did catch fire, but that mushroom was currently tucked safely into the garbage can, where it belonged.
The burning smell was thankfully faint enough for Rohan to smell from upstairs. What wasn’t faint, however, was the wonderful smell of prepared food.
Rohan didn’t reveal himself from upstairs. Josuke was sure that the smell would find it’s way up there, maybe Rohan’s door was closed, it’s wasn’t too much trouble to go get him. Just a short walk upstairs.
Once Josuke did make it upstairs, though, the workroom was quite obviously empty, and just as dark as the rest of the house. So Josuke innocently walked further down the upstairs hallway to what he assumed was Rohan’s room.
Before reaching for the doorknob, he was stopped in his tracks, hearing a sound from the other side.
It resembled Rohan’s voice, only higher and less contained. Josuke couldn’t imagine what the hell he was doing in there.
He approached the door a little closer, the noises from the other side getting louder, if he wasn’t mistaken, somewhere in the jumble of noise, he vaguely heard his name.
After a few minutes of listening to the sounds, he identified the sound as moans.
Oh.
Without thought, Josuke opened the door to Rohan’s room, revealing a rather distraught Rohan making a face of pure ecstasy, body arching up in a perfectly enticing manner. He was mostly unclothed, pants to his ankles and strained noises leaving his lips randomly. His fingers were rather deep inside of him.
“A-ahn~” Another noise escaped Rohan’s lips, this time, he was unable to keep it contained.
Josuke immediately closed the door in front of him, making the smallest noise. But no matter how small a noise he convinced himself the door made, the noises on the other side of said door stopped abruptly.
It took a few minutes, but the door eventually opened again, however, instead of Josuke, it was Rohan opening the door. Rohan was a dishevelled mess, his hair flying in all sorts of directions, and wrinkled clothes obviously thrown on in a matter of seconds. His eyes wouldn’t look up, instead looking to the floor or the door frame. The blush adorning his features was blaringly obvious.
“Look dude, it’s fine. I didn’t see-” His words were cut off by Rohan’s lips attaching themselves to Josuke’s.
The kiss was quite hungry, Rohan was already extremely aroused, do to his previous activities. Josuke, instead was experiencing an odd mix of confusion and arousal, he still returned Rohan’s kiss quite eagerly, though.
Josuke pulled Rohan in closely, deepening the kiss, he promptly pushed Rohan against the wall, kissing him into the hard surface. It continued on like this, until Josuke got the bright idea of shoving his hand down Rohan’s wrinkled pants, eliciting a rather lude moan from the man in question.
Both Josuke and Rohan stumbled their way into the latter’s bedroom, refusing to break their passionate kiss. It took a few tumbles and a few breathy gasps, but they did in fact make it to Rohan’s bed.
Rohan laid Josuke back and straddled him. “I hate you so much.”
The sentence startled Josuke out of his daze. He looked up to Rohan and couldn't hold back a small smile. “By the looks of it, I'd say the exact opposite.”
Rohan rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. He leaned down, pressing his backside roughly against Josuke’s groin, earning him a low grunt. His lips met Josuke’s ear softly. “You're right.” Josuke could feel his breath hitch.
A pull to Rohan’s wrinkly shirt brought his face to Josuke's and they once again engaged in a heated make out session. Distracted by Josuke's tongue darting into his mouth, Rohan almost didn't notice himself being pushed back onto the bed.
But he was rather aware of his back softly hitting the sheets and attempted to regain his position half-heartedly. A few pushes and tugs later, Josuke had earned the victory of their little competition.
Josuke pushed his knee into Rohan's thighs, the action pushing the situation just a little further. Rohan closed his eyes, losing himself in the ecstasy ever so slightly. He pulled himself from the pleasure for a moment, pushing Josuke back. “Get the show on the road, brat. I won't last much longer.”
Josuke chuckled lightly. “Too much for you?” He didn't know what exactly came over him, some surge of dominance wasn't necessarily common for a young man like him. He was used to dates and soft kisses (or rather, used to seeing it. Rohan, being his first kiss.)
Either way, he pulled back and positioned Rohan against the headboard, a few pillows surrounding him for comfort.
Though, Josuke was at a speed bump, he wasn't exactly experienced, despite his dominant tendencies at the moment. It seems his pause lasted a little too long, as Rohan shot his head up with a questioning look sprawled across his face. “What's wrong?”
Josuke almost immediately lost his confidence, shying away from the question with a blush rising to his cheeks. “I'm actually a....a-a virgin.” He said, almost ashamed. “But like, I've seen how it's done...kind of.”
The smirk that appeared on Rohan's face soon after was almost sickly. “Porn doesn't count.” He said, promptly flicking his head.
Josuke's previous pink blush turned full on crimson at the comment. “I-I know-” Rohan stopped him, unwilling to start an argument.
He pointed left of the bed, to a night table sitting soundly. “Take that bottle, okay?” Rohan directed patronizingly.
Though Josuke, under normal circumstances, wouldn't have listened, he couldn't help but follow the older man's direction.
He reached over for the bottle and scanned the label. “Lube…?” Josuke asked hesitantly, a small frown of confusion adorning his features.
The confusion only lasted a second before Rohan flicked his fingers against Josuke's forehead for the second time that evening. “Yes, lube.”
Josuke’s eyes widened for a moment and he smiled in eagerness. Quickly, he popped open the cap of the bottle and squirted some of the cold jelly-like liquid onto his fingers, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up.
Rohan finally began to feel his nervousness. His attraction to the teen hadn't really been apparent to the mangaka. In reality, he was just terribly tired (and horny). The actions that had led up to his current situation were oddly accidental, not to mention this wasn't exactly how he was planning to spend his first time.
Not that he was complaining.
But despite his lack of experience on the matter, his knowledge allowed him to act superior to a certain degree.
Rohan was snapped out of his train of thought by the wide-eyed teen staring up at him. “W-what are you doing? G-go.” The stutter was courtesy of his current longing, but nonetheless, Josuke (thankfully) let it pass.
Josuke happily continued, sliding Rohan's pants down his legs with his clean hand, along with his underwear, subtly brushing his hand against his member, just to stir up the artist even more.
He placed his lubed up fingers against Rohan's entrance, sliding his pointer into the hole smoothly. Once again, Josuke's face was lit up with a smile, he leaned down into Rohan's neck and a whisper escaped his lips. “What were you thinking about?” He latched his lips onto the older’s neck to leave a mark.
Rohan was still adjusting to Josuke’s finger, distracting himself yet again with the question his current partner had posed. “W-what do you mean?~” The sentence came out a little unstable, but was still audible.
Josuke removed his mouth from Rohan's neck, proud of the red skin he'd left. He looked down into Rohan's eyes, smile transforming into a smirk. “When you were pleasuring yourself.” To emphasize his explanation, Josuke angled his finger into Rohan's sweet spot.
The touch sent jolts of pleasure through Rohan's body, unable to restrain the moan pushing it's way off his tongue. He shut his eyes. “A-ahn~! Touch that s-spot again, p-please~!” He'd ignored the question, instead resorting to begging for more pleasure.
But instead of more pleasure, all Rohan received was Josuke stopping completely. “Tell me.” The whisper of his words were randomly sadistic, the sound just riling Rohan up that much more.
“Y-you! I was thinking of you, J-josuke~! Please~ I just want you inside of m-me-” The begging came to a halt, Josuke finally complying with his wishes and adding another finger, once again aiming for the prostate. Rohan's eyes were rolling back, unable to help the moans and grunts. His eyes, however, stopped rolling back and instead snapped open at the abrupt lack of Josuke within him. He pulled on Josuke's shirt roughly. “Hey! I didn't say to stop.”
“From the looks of it.” Josuke spoke, as he undressed. “I didn't really have a choice.” Of course, Josuke was referring to Rohan's appearance. He was less than presentable for public, his headband has long since fallen off, his knees were bent and pressed together, in a failing attempt to regain his lost pleasure, yet his shirt was still on, something Josuke had fixed straight after his own clothes were off.
Rohan blushed at the comment, along with Josuke removing his shirt. “Y-you’re an idiot.”
Josuke once again opened the bottle of lube, this time choosing to apply the liquid to his own member, attempting to make the artist as comfortable as possible.
They were both ready and more than excited for the activity that's expected to follow up all of their prior foreplay, but Josuke's morals forced him to ask the question anyway. “A-are you...sure?”
The question was fairly conflicting for Rohan, not really knowing whether to call Josuke an idiot or find it extremely endearing, he just pulled Josuke down to his face by the back of his neck. “I swear to God, if you don't slam into me within the next few seconds, I'll kick you the hell out of this house.”
Josuke doubted Rohan would actually go through with the threat but he'd decided that they both wanted the same thing either way and eagerly complied.
Positioning himself at the older’s hole, he held Rohan close to his chest and slid slowly inside of him.
Rohan hadn't reacted immediately and instead chose to adjust silently to Josuke's length. Josuke kept pushing in until he had placed himself fully inside and stopped moving, letting out a breath.
Rohan took a deep breath, digging his nails into the bigger man's back. “What the hell are you doing? Move.” Rohan mumbled into Josuke's shoulder.
The words needed no encore, as Josuke had started moving his hips into Rohan's behind slowly, carefully aiming for the same spot Rohan was begging for the earlier that evening. It took a few thrusts and just a few more hoarse breaths, but Josuke did find it and was gladly awarded with a loud voice in his ear.
“A-ah~! D-do it again~! Again!” Whines flowed through his lips. “Josuke~! Do it!” His hips started to buck in time with Josuke's thrusts as his body started to tense up with pleasure.
Josuke planned on looking at Rohan the entire time, knowing his face twisted in pleasure would only fuel the heat growing in his stomach, but found himself needing to ignore the scene, trying to avoid an early climax. He didn't want to ignore the sounds coming out of his current lover's lips, but despite hitting the same spot he knew Rohan would react loudly to, no noise followed the thrusts.
Taking a chance, Josuke opened his eyes briefly, met with a red-faced Rohan, covering his mouth tightly with his hands. Immediately, Josuke removed Rohan's hands from his mouth. “I want to hear you.”
Rohan couldn't resist the hand pulling his arm down, too consumed by pleasure to really care much anymore. “I-it’s so embarrassing-” Another moan cut him off. “I really don't...th-think I'll last~” He gripped onto Josuke as hard as he could. “M-much...longer!”
Josuke continued to look at Rohan's face, climax taking him over, with just a few more thrusts, he spilled into Rohan whole-heartedly. “Ride me.” He whispered into Rohan's ear before falling onto his back.
Rohan didn't take too long to process Josuke's request (or demand) and took to straddling Josuke once again.
Straightening Josuke's exhausted dick, he lowered himself down onto his groin, grinding against it like his life depended on it. Josuke reacted terribly fast, hardening one more time. Bless his young hormones.
He reached up, attempting to grab onto Rohan's waist but was instead restrained by him. A low chuckle escaped Rohan's lips. “N-No...it's my turn to be in control.”
He lifted himself from Josuke's dick, only to slam back down, both of them moaning into the air.
Rohan continued his lewd movements, adding to the pleasure by lowering his face to Josuke's and engaging himself into another kiss, rapidly developing into another make out session.
Finally, Rohan shouted Josuke's name one last time and met his climax, milking his orgasm by jerking himself off. His cum spraying out onto Josuke's stomach. He sensually removed himself from Josuke and crawled back. “Don't worry.” Rohan's low voice only added to the whole look.
“W-what do you mean- ah~!” A high-pitched moan cut Josuke off, after Rohan's soft lips surrounded his penis.
Rohan bobbed his head roughly, flicking his tongue around the head and really just aiming to satisfy Josuke at this point.
“Oh god...you're so- good!” Josuke shouted to Rohan, closing his eyes in pleasure. “I'm gonna-” Josuke met his end once again, for the second time that night, he climaxed into Rohan's mouth, who swallowed his load in one gulp. “Y-you…?”
Rohan looked up to Josuke with half-lidded eyes. “We don't need anymore cum tonight…” He crawled up next to Josuke, cuddling into the crook of his neck.
The silence of the room was comfortable, almost soothing in a way. Each man’s breathing evening out- only to be disrupted by a rather loud growling noise.
“I’m still hungry.”