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The artist begrudgingly walked down the streets of Morioh Cho, an obvious frown on his face. Rohan Kishibe, famous manga artist and overall freak, was currently having an art block. Though he was carrying bags filled with thousands of yen worth of art supplies, that’s simply because he had used up his old supplies and needed to buy some more.
As he rounded the corner, he reminisced the stakes of finding serial killer, Yoshikage Kira, along side stand users such as himself. It had been a while since then, but that was an artistic peak for the man, though he hates to admit it. He was inspired by the heroic high schoolers he had met, as well as that handsome silent nephew of the stupid-haired brat, to create more manga. Eventually his fuel ran out, causing him to be where he is currently.
His heeled shoes clacked against the yellow brick sidewalk, and he wondered to himself ‘Perhaps if I get a muse, I will become more inspired. Someone who will let me draw them, completely bare, flaws and all. That might spark some-‘ His thoughts were interrupted as he slammed face first into what he assumed was a brick wall. However, as he fell backwards, landing harshly on his ass, he realized the brick wall was a lot more squishy, and was actually the chest of a fore-mentioned handsome silent man.
“Oh, Rohan. Sorry about that.” Jotaro nonchalantly says as he bends down and holds out one of his hands. Rohan, a bit flustered, realizes that in his other hand, Jotaro somehow already has his bags. Reluctantly, he grabs the taller man’s hand, and blushes at his firm grip as he pulls him up. Jotaro questioned softly “Are you okay?”
‘Strong...his body is pretty nice too. Maybe...’ Rohan thought, then realized he didn’t answer the question. He scoffed, “Oh please, a little fall wouldn’t hurt me that much. I’m fine.” As Jotaro handed the bags back, Rohan pondered about the other man.
Rohan is aware of Jotaro’s stand ability to stop time, exceed incredibly fast speeds, and pack powerful punches. However, Jotaro himself is a bit of a mysterious figure. Though using Heaven’s Door would be a great way to get the info he wanted, he wants to hear Jotaro’s story from himself, as a sign of respect. Wait a minute.
“Why are you here? Morioh Cho, I mean,” Rohan questioned. Out of the little things he knew about Jotaro, he knew for a fact that he didn’t live in this part of Japan.
Jotaro seemed a bit embarrassed, tipping his hat lower to avoid eye contact. He quietly answered, “I like visiting. It’s nice seeing such a small town and having a relaxing day with family.” Rohan raised an eyebrow. Jotaro saw this and he looked away, “Look, even I need a break sometimes.”
“So you’re taking your ‘relaxing’ break to visit your trouble-starting brat of an uncle?” Rohan asked half heartedly, and Jotaro actually chuckled. It made his heart skip a beat, and he almost forgot what he just said.
Jotaro raised his hat back up, and looked at Rohan. He could’ve sworn he was being eyed up, and before he could say anything, Jotaro stated “I’ve learned to appreciate family. They’re...important to me, so I should savor our time together.” Rohan nodded, though he knew there were more layers to that statement.
Then, the man grimaced, “Josuke sure is a brat sometimes though. I’m taking a day off from him and his antics.” This earned a sharp laugh from Rohan. Well, seems like a good opportunity to him.
“I’m guessing you just need a day to get your mind off of everything. Why not come to my house?” Jotaro looked surprised. Rohan continued, “I need a muse to model for me, since I’m lacking inspiration for art. You have a nice body, and you’d be a great reference for future characters of mine. Plus, I’ll pay you.”
‘Pay’ was all Jotaro needed to hear, and he remembered that hotel rooms around this time were very expensive. As he thought about using the funds, Rohan continued “Admittedly, I’m looking for nude modeling, but that’s just because I want to practice realistic proportions. Plus your clothes are pretty baggy, so being nude would make it easier. Is that okay?”
Jotaro, though he wasn’t listening, simply replied, “Yeah, sounds great. What time do you need me to come by?” Rohan smiled. He had never met someone so easily accepting of modeling nude.
“We can go ahead and do it now. It’ll be quick, I swear.” Rohan offered and Jotaro nodded, wanting to be paid quickly. The two headed to the fore-mentioned house, thinking about their own goals.
•••
Rohan put away his supplies quickly, but kept out a sketchbook, a mechanical pencil, some ink pens, and two chairs. Jotaro stood in the doorway of the other man’s office, unsure if he should enter. As Rohan set up, he placed a couple of tarps on his window seals, letting in natural sunlight, but hiding the inside of the room from outside view.
He walked back to the front of his work desk, grabbing one chair and placing it to the right of the room. There was a fixed tarp, set up as a white backdrop on the left of the room. Though it wasn’t on the tarp, the second chair was next to it. He paused, and looked back at Jotaro. “Do you want to stand or sit for the drawing?”
Jotaro shrugged “We can do one standing and one sitting. I have time.” Rohan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jotaro has never seen him draw, so he’s probably assuming that he’ll take long just like other artists. Softly, the artist smiled, realizing that Jotaro is comfortable enough with himself to model naked for as long as he needs.
“Okay, we’ll start with the standing portrait. Do you want me to leave the room for you to undress?” Rohan asked, causing Jotaro to flinch. ‘Leave the room for me to what?’ He repeated in his mind, questioning whether he had misheard or not.
All he could simply say was “Oh. Um. Yeah, I suppose.” Rohan set his ink pens on the ground, and his pencil and sketchbook on his own chair. As he left the room and closed the door, Jotaro started internally screaming.
‘He wanted me to model nude!?!? When did he say that!? He didn’t say that!’
...
‘Oh yeah. He said it when I was thinking about the compensation of modeling. Josuke is rubbing off on me.’ Jotaro paced around the room, reclaiming his response to Rohan’s request.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
“Yeah, sounds great.” !?!?!?! What kind of response is that?
Well, he already agreed, and it’s not like Rohan asked him for any gross reason. Besides, it’s not like Rohan isn’t attractive. Being naked in front of a handsome man around his age seems...pretty good, if it goes the right way. Jotaro inhaled deeply, and sighed, slowly undoing his belt buckles. As he slowly undressed, he grew self conscious of his scars and healed wounds of the past. His fingers gently circled around old puncture wounds and he tried his hardest to not think about it.
“Hey, are you almost done?” Rohan’s voice came from the other side of the door, and Jotaro realized he was only wearing his boxers. He puffed his cheeks, embarrassed at himself.
He asked, almost wishfully “Can I keep the boxers on?” Immediately, Rohan replied with a “nope,” earning an exasperated sigh from Jotaro as he reluctantly took off the boxers. He attempted to cover his privates in a natural looking way, but every way was awkward. Defeated by his attempts, he simply rubbed his arm, and murmured, “I’m done.” There’s no reason to be ashamed. They’re both mature adults, after all.
Rohan opened the door and felt himself be taken aback. Holy shit, he was toned. And hung as all hell. Somehow, he brought his gaze from his muse’s member to his eyes quick enough to not be noticed. He coughed, “Ahem. Pick a casual standing pose. I want you to be comfortable.” The artist made his way to his chair, picking up the supplies.
He made sure to cross his legs as he sat, and eyed Jotaro from top to bottom. The latter exhaled deeply, and took a comfortable stance. He placed on hand on his hip and the other behind him, leaning onto his more dominant leg.
The two made eye contact briefly and blushed, making Jotaro clarify “I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” Rohan smiled, and he savored looking at every inch of Jotaro’s beautifully shaped body.
He hummed softly, and brought the pencil to his sketchbook. In a flash, his hand was moving about the open page. It took a couple of minutes and there was already a beautiful sketch of Jotaro’s body. There was silence before Rohan looked up, but his eyes were only on Jotaro’s...midsection. He didn’t want to look him in the eye, but if he looked any further down, he might explode.
“Grab the chair. Sit in it like you usually do.” He almost demanded, and Jotaro made a noise of approval, walking over to grab the chair. As he centered the chair in the middle of the tarp, Rohan’s eyes followed each curve of the older man. It took everything in him to not say anything, and the closeness of his crossed legs tightened.
Finally in place, Jotaro sat in the chair, and with muscle memory already acting before rational thought, he spread his legs. Awkward silence filled the air, and Jotaro realized what he just did. Before he could react, Rohan nodded “Perfect. Stay still, but don’t tense up.” Immediately after this, he started drawing like nothing happened.
Jotaro, silent with embarrassment, felt himself relax. Though he himself was nervous, he was glad to see that Rohan didn’t find it weird or inappropriate of him.
...
Rohan was dying inside. Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he drew slower than usual. ‘What the fuck!? His legs are so far apart they might as well have different post codes. Is this on purpose? Is he testing me? Because I will fuck him at any given opportunity. He has no idea how much repressed sexual tension I have, I would let him tear me apart-‘
“It’s done.” He said, and got a soft “Oh” from Jotaro as a response.
Jotaro stood up, and Rohan tried his damn near hardest to ignore the slight jiggle from his muse’s lower half. “May I see it?” Jotaro asked, and Rohan reluctantly nodded, watching carefully as he made his way over.
The taller man pressed against the artist from behind, and looked at the art. He was impressed. Jotaro used to read manga, though he doesn’t as much anymore. Still, he could see the amount of skill Rohan had. The amount of care put into each of his scars and muscles was impressive. “It looks great.” He basically mumbled against Rohan’s ear.
Rohan shivered, hard. Feeling Jotaro’s warm skin against his back already turned him on, so hearing his rough voice directly in his ear was extremely exhilarating to say the least. Jotaro must have noticed this, because he asked another question “Rohan, you look flushed. Is everything okay?”
The artist uncrossed his legs and stood up. He practically waddled to his work desk, weakly holding onto it. “Jotaro, pardon my French, but WHAT THE FUCK!? You sit in an almost spread eagle for a nude modeling sketch, press your naked body against my back, whisper in my ear with that fucking sexy tone of yours, and have the AUDACITY to ask if everything is okay! Of course it’s not okay, I’m turned on, you idiot!”
...oh.
Jotaro was, with less of a better word, mortified as he realized his misleading actions. To his defense, however, he was told to be comfortable, so he tried to act casual about it. “Uh. Sorry Rohan, but-“
“No! No buts about it, I’ll just pay you and you can leave and we won’t talk about it.” Rohan rebuttaled, though it was obvious that he didn’t want that to happen. His face was red and it was clear that he had been painfully hard, now that Jotaro looked at him.
He felt responsible for it, so he made his way to Rohan. As he took his place next to the artist, there was silence. Jotaro looked at him, and made eye contact with Rohan. The latter, however, looked angry, but mainly at himself, “Don’t say anything, I already know how gross I am for getting hard like this.”
Jotaro let him rant, but still stood next to him, not moving away. “Look, this whole time I tried to not look at you like...this. I didn’t want you to think I’m weird, but here we are! I’m hard because of you, but it’s weird and I don’t want you to see me in such an embarrassing state, okay!?”
There was more silence, like Jotaro was waiting for more. Rohan looked at him and he helplessly chuckled, “You don’t know what to say, do you? I mean, we know each other but this is more or less one of the few times we’ve hung out. It makes sense that you’re silent.” This urged the other to finally speak.
“Rohan, you do realize that if I was grossed out by you, I would have left already?” Jotaro started, and he placed his hand on Rohan’s lower back. “I...I can’t read tones or body language very well in everyday situations, so I’m sorry that I made you feel like this.” The taller man gently pulled the other into his side, trying to give comfort.
Jotaro continued “I’ll be honest, I would be lying if I said I was disgusted by you. You...you’re very handsome and the way you look at me and carry yourself was enough to make me feel good. I mean, maybe it’s because I’m naked and there’s a lot of tension, but I’ll gladly take responsibility for it.” And at that, his other hand met Rohan’s wrist.
Stunned, Rohan looked up at him. Was he serious? To answer this, Jotaro gently brought his held wrist to his waist, and let Rohan’s fingers drift atop of his growingly hard boner. He gasped hard, and his eyes went from Jotaro to the throbbing he felt in his hand, then back to Jotaro.
The taller man quietly whimpered as he felt himself pulse in the other’s hand, and he pressed his forehead to Rohan’s own to calm himself down. His even breathing turned rugged as he slowly moved his hips into the artist’s palm.
The shorter man felt himself become even harder as he could not only feel the other’s erection, but Jotaro’s oddly cute sounds of pleasure against his skin. It danced against every inch of his skin, and he wanted to hear so much more. He wanted to hear Jotaro call out his name, and make even more cute noises. As if on cue, Jotaro took in a hard inhale as his hips buckled and he quietly whispered, “ Rohan, please.”
Rohan, surprised but aroused, suggested, “U-Uh, we can just do it on my work desk. And I feel weird being the only clothed one, so...” Jotaro let out a small whine as he pulled himself out of Rohan’s grasp, and he smiled softly.
Jotaro placed his hands on the hem of Rohan’s shirt, and slowly pulled it off. As he did, Rohan undid his own pants and slipped them off, along with his underwear.
“Were you wearing a Versace thong?” Jotaro asked, a bit surprised. Rohan looked at his clothes on the floor, and scoffed. “Jotaro, that’s not important. What is important is that I need you in me right now.”
Rohan shoved everything off of his work desk onto the ground and wrapped his arms around Jotaro’s shoulders, pulling him on top of himself and against the surface of the desk.
They both shivered at the contact made by their hips, Rohan daring to look down at it. Their erections were against each other, throbbing, almost yearning for more. His hands slid from Jotaro’s shoulders to each side of his face, and Rohan pulled him down, kissing him passionately.
He was surprised to feel Rohan grind upwards, roughly rubbing their cocks together as they kissed. Jotaro, not willing to back down, opened up his mouth and stuck his tongue into Rohan’s mouth. He brought his own hands to Rohan’s hair, running his fingers through and experimentally pulling on it. This earned him a noise of shock and pleasure from the other.
Satisfied, Jotaro continued to messily make out with the shorter man, giving a quick yank on his hair every time he heard a sloppy “please” from him.
Their chests pressed together, both feeling their own heartbeats quicken with every second. The room itself was filled with muffled noises of pleasure coming from both men. However, Rohan’s voice was louder and needier, and he lovingly showed the latter as his hands traveled back to Jotaro’s shoulders, nails digging in as the other man started grinding in sync against him. It hadn’t been long until Rohan felt his own precum leak onto his stomach.
Jotaro pulled his mouth away from Rohan’s to catch his breath, and he felt his hips buckle yet again as he saw his own drool on Rohan’s mouth.
The look on Rohan’s face was delicious, his eyes rolling back slightly, his face flushed and covered in sweat as he caught his own breath. To add onto it, Rohan licked his lips with a smirk, and it was obvious that he was admiring Jotaro’s face as well.
Jotaro’s eyebrows were furrowed with overwhelming pleasure as he continued to rub against him, sweat enhancing his cheekbones and strongly structured face. “Shit...I’m getting close...” Jotaro desperately whimpered, and got a chuckle in response from the other man.
“You’re close? I’m the one leaking here.” Rohan replied with a snarky tone. He could tell that Jotaro was about three thrusts from cumming so he made an offer, “How about we finish up like this, and for round two, you can just fuck me senseless?”
“Sounds good to me,” Jotaro immediately replied, and the two men held onto each other tightly as they continued to grind against each other. Rohan could feel Jotaro’s hips sputter against him as he got to the brink of cumming, and Rohan felt as his insides involuntarily churned, the off beat rutting against him causing his to reach his limit.
He practically screamed out Jotaro’s name as they both came together, and the two’s hips jutted harshly as their orgasms overwhelmed them. Despite the aftershocks, the two men didn’t pull away from each other. Rohan openly his eyes slowly and saw Jotaro staring at him, lovingly.
The sticky results of their grinding was on Rohan’s stomach, and he grimaced as it dripped onto his desk. Reluctantly, he just rubbed it onto his skin, aware that there were no cloths or towels around to clean it off properly.
“Are you still up for a round two like you said, or do you need a break?” Jotaro teased, making Rohan pout. As Jotaro begrudgingly pulled himself off, the artist sat up with his arms, seeing as his legs were still a bit numb from before.
Rohan replied, almost offended, “Let’s go for round two. I’m not some inexperienced virgin that passes out after grinding.” Something about his competitive tone made Jotaro invested, and he gladly accepted the request. As he tried to climb atop of Rohan, the fore mentioned man stopped him gently. “No. I’m riding you this time.”
Jotaro, pleasantly surprised, let Rohan off of the desk, and he didn’t object when he was pinned against the desk. Rohan climbed atop of his lap seductively, and he let his hips meet Jotaro’s.
He smirked as he could feel Jotaro get hard from being underneath him. Rohan grabbed his partner’s wrist and brought it to his own face. The mere size of Jotaro’s hands were intimidating, not to mention the length of his fingers. However...
“Mmm~” Rohan hummed as he licked up the taller man’s fingers, before sucking on them. Jotaro’s eyes grew as he watched how far in Rohan could take them. The feeling of saliva and a warm tongue swirling around his fingers made his throat dry, causing him to gulp desperately.
There was a wet pop as Rohan removed his mouth from the fingers, a string of saliva momentarily connecting them before breaking. The green haired man gave a smile full of dirty intentions. “What? I only sucked on them a little, and the look on your face is saying you’re close to leaking already~”
“Can’t I just put it in already? You’re too much to handle,” Jotaro nearly begged, and this sentence was further proven as he throbbed hard against Rohan’s entrance.
Rohan shook his head, “Nope~ Use your fingers first and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.” Jotaro frowned, and he brought the lubricated hand to Rohan’s hole, shoving a finger into it without warning. The receiving man gasped hard, the coldness of his own saliva inside of himself forcing his back to arch in shock.
His hands hooked behind Jotaro’s shoulders to stay stable, and he slowly bounced himself against the one finger. Rohan smirked, “You did that on purpose, asshole.”
Jotaro gave a sneaky grin in response, “Obviously,” he stated before adding two more fingers. As he thrusted them in and out of Rohan, he listened to the soft moans and whines of him. “Sounds like this isn’t the first time you’ve had something in there.”
“Shut up, you know I live alone. How else am I supposed to pass ti-nnngh~ Hit that again, please,” Rohan tried to defend himself before melting against Jotaro’s hands. The latter paused and curled his fingers again, getting a loud, needy whine from the former, as well as precum dripping onto him.
‘Sounds like he’s getting close. I should go ahead and...’ Jotaro thought to himself as he slowly pulled his fingers out. Rohan groaned, unsatisfied before feeling the head of Jotaro’s dick press against his currently yearning asshole.
There was a slight pause before Jotaro placed his hands on Rohan’s hips, holding them in place as he thrusted upwards hard. The artist’s head shot up, swearing loudly as the first thrust immediately hit his g-spot. “F-fuck! How the hell did you hit that right off the bat?”
“Well, fingering you helps make a gps of where to hit-“
“Shut the fuck up and keep going!”
Jotaro smirked at Rohan’s immediate retort, and continued to hold his hips in place as his own hips rammed into the younger man, “That’s no way to talk to someone inside of you~” He knew this wouldn’t get a response, seeing as Rohan was quickly becoming too busy with drooling and begging for more.
The noises Rohan was making should’ve been illegal, every sentence and noise of pleasure tattooing itself into Jotaro’s memory. The older man almost wanted to make out with him, just to shut him up, but then he wouldn’t have the luxury of hearing Rohan scream his name and whine things like “please, fuck me harder” and “make sure my neighbors can hear how hard you’re using me.”
It didn’t help that he continued to take every inch of Jotaro like a champ. As a reward, the latter started marking the artist’s neck with his mouth, biting and sucking anywhere that earned him a ragged moan. Jotaro could feel Rohan tighten around his cock as he got closer, and he had to slow down before he slipped up and came too early.
This idea was immediately thrown out the window as Rohan arched his back, screaming out “Jotaro, please, now! Cum in me now!” The desperate tone in his voice revealed just how close he was.
Happy to oblige, Jotaro rutted his hips harshly until he felt himself and Rohan cum in unison, the two holding onto each other as their orgasms made their bodies feel more tender. Jotaro felt the results of his orgasm pump into his partner, and the feeling of him throbbing hard inside of Rohan was almost orgasmic in itself.
As Rohan’s mess was dripping against Jotaro and his own torso, Jotaro slowly pulled himself out, the two men trying to catch their breath. They didn’t even care about the current mess on themselves and the desk.
“You know...when you said I was gonna get paid, I expected money, not sex,” Jotaro joked, still breathing heavily. This earned him a playful smack and rugged chuckle from Rohan.
Rohan kissed underneath Jotaro’s chin playfully and replied, “I can still pay you. Don’t know why you need money though.” Jotaro gave a tired sigh and explained that hotels this late were expensive this time of year and he couldn’t waste too much yen.
“...why don’t you just sleep here? I have lots of rooms. Besides, some company would be nice,” Rohan offered.
Jotaro scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t know... it seems bothersome for you.” There was awkward silence before Rohan stated the obvious.
“You literally just came inside of me, Kujo. If I was bothered by your presence, I wouldn’t have offered you to stay.”
Jotaro blushed at the wording, but reluctantly took up Rohan on the offer. “Fine, I’ll stay. But don’t call me Kujo, I’m not your boss.” Rohan smirked at the implications, and before he could say something dirty, Jotaro continued, “Don’t say anything. I don’t think I have the energy to rail you again if you get out of line.”
Rohan still spoke “Maybe next time then.” He weakly climbed off of Jotaro, his legs a bit wobbly as he picked up his clothes from the floor. “I have a guest room next to my bedroom, if you’d like. Or you can stay in my room. My bed is pretty big, after all.”
“Your bed sounds ideal,” Jotaro answered and got off of the desk. He walked towards Rohan and pressed himself against him from behind. He whispered “It’ll be nice, holding you from behind, pressed against you, while we’re asleep.”
Rohan shivered and responded, “I know you meant for that to be sweet and sentimental, but I really want there to be implications to that.”
Jotaro, having newly found energy, whispered yet again, “Take me to your room and you’ll find out the implications.” There was no hesitation as Rohan dropped his clothes and grabbed Jotaro by the hand, pulling him towards the aforementioned bedroom. The door shut as soon as it was opened, the two men eager for more alone time.
