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Josuke whistles to himself, kicking aside a stray rock, walking through the park after hanging out with Okuyasu for a couple of hours. Okuyasu positively begged Josuke to fuck around with his new Game Boy Light, and Josuke finally acquiesced. He’s a good person, after all. It’s not like he’s going to hold that over Okuyasu’s head for the foreseeable future, specifically when he wants a few beers from the liquor store Okuyasu never gets carded at.
Josuke gives Angelo a head nod as he puts his hands in his pockets, a self-soothing gesture. His stroll is pretty quiet today; a nice change from the constant chaos the summer has brought him. From stand battles and enemies to new friends and family, Josuke has had the summer of all summers in the city of Morioh. It’s the end of the century, but Josuke feels like his life is just beginning. The sun beats down on him, school uniform blazing in the scorching heat. He sighs through his nose as he reminisces, inhaling the floral scent of the blooming flowers along the sidewalk. It’s a good day.
Josuke hears him before he sees him.
“Damn, my ass was fat.”
Josuke whips his head around, and is faced with a phenomenon he can’t quite fathom.
It’s… himself.
It is suddenly not a good day.
Josuke’s mind freezes for a second as he starts to stare just a little harder. What? What is he looking at?
Is this real life?
Maybe he’s hallucinating. He has to be hallucinating. Did his mom slip something in his coffee? Did that rotten old geezer slip something in his coffee? He rubs his eyes with both hands, a bit cartoonish, and blinks a few more times. He quickly comes to terms with the fact that he is most certainly not hallucinating.
Josuke feels like he’s going crazy, trying to comprehend if the man he is looking at, the man strolling confidently towards him, is really… Josuke. He looks and sounds just like him. Josuke frantically weighs out some of the possible options. One: it’s a long lost relative, probably at the fault of aforementioned old geezer Joseph Joestar again, and he just said that shit to be funny. Two: old man Joseph is not his father, and it could somehow be this man that’s probably barely 10 years older than him. Once again, that line could have been said for comedic effect. Three: it’s a current stand that mimics what Josuke could possibly look like in the future, kind of like a time warped Hazamada/Surface situation. Four: it’s literally himself from the future… with the help of a time bending stand.
In his heart of hearts, Josuke is pretty sure he knows what the answer to this question is.
Josuke also knows that this has to be the work of a stand user. What kind of stand user could manipulate or travel through time? How would his older self even find current Josuke? How could they even meet? What about the hypothetical butterfly effect? How would he even match up against someone with that powerful of a stand? Why did he check out his own ass? His mind starts reeling, wondering if his mom is safe, if his friends are safe, if Jotaro is safe. He’s the only man that could handle such a stacked stand.
Josuke freezes again. Is he really staring at his future self?
Josuke brings himself back down to earth to the best of his ability. He currently stands, mouth agape, jaw threatening to dislocate, in front of an older, sleeker version of himself. Older Josuke is decked out in a green and white outfit with a chain that says McQueen, and Josuke feels his heart leap into his throat. Alexander McQueen took over the Givenchy line a few years back, if he remembers correctly. He must be successful now. Josuke notices his older self has gold hoops in his lobe and cartilage instead of the purple studs he’s had for years. He wonders if they’re real. Hell, they’ve gotta be; Josuke is way too attached to these studs to have something cheap replace them. Older Josuke also has a few grey hairs towards the front of his lazy updo, and he’s just a few inches taller.
So, he ditches the pomp over time. Josuke’s heart pangs for the briefest of moments.
This version of Josuke is not quite as tall as Jotaro, or even old man Joseph, but he’s broader. He’s got thicker thighs, and a tapered waist from probably a combination of stand battles and lucky genetics. Older Josuke has quite a few more scars on display near his lower neck and chest area, but they’re all fairly light. They healed well, luckily. Josuke wonders how many more he has. His shoulders are square, and his skin is glistening. The sun is hitting the man approaching him in a way that makes him look angelic, with a glowing halo of light surrounding his fit physique. Josuke is pretty sure he’s left Morioh at this point, due to a healthy tan flushing the man’s skin.
He’s… stunning.
Josuke has never really been insecure, to be honest. He’s always been comfortable with himself, despite slight jabs for being mixed, and girls have usually flocked to him over the years. He’s been popular. He’s always had confidence.
But, this?
The man in front of him is… radiant, to put it lightly. He’s got some darker under eye circles, and his expression is slightly pinched, but he’s still glowing in every sense of the word. He looks so much more mature, so much more weathered, but he has such a magnetic charm about him. Josuke’s mind starts to work overtime. Does current Josuke have this same effect on people? Has he always been like this? Older Josuke has a crooked smile plastered on his face, and it makes Josuke’s belly churn. His pulse is starting to race.
Is this just vanity?
It can’t be vanity when Josuke freezes as Older Josuke approaches him, smirk growing in response to Josuke’s displeasure.
“Cat got your tongue? Yeah, it’s me. Well, it’s you.”
His voice is barely an octave above purring, and the reality of the situation suddenly hits him like a truck. Josuke feels like he’s going to pass out. His ears are starting to ring, and he’s trying to focus on his breathing. He opens his mouth to speak, yet nothing comes out. He’s frozen. Older Josuke’s face drops.
“Woah, settle down, baby. Let’s sit down, yeah?”
Josuke feels himself flush at the pet name, despite his face getting pale, and he decides that his squirming guts can wait. He can process that fucked up, vain arousal another time, preferably when his vision isn’t darkening. Older Josuke guides Josuke to a bench nearby, petting his shoulder as he guides Josuke’s breathing.
“Hey, hey. Breathe in and out, honey. In and out.”
Josuke did not even realize he was hyperventilating until he focused on Older Josuke’s voice, closing his eyes, trying to slow his racing heart. Josuke focused on the soft touches from calloused hands, once again making his stomach curl. He has to be a narcissist with the way he’s reacting to his older self.
Josuke finally exhales deeply, feeling his temporary fog start to lift, as he comes back down to earth. The ringing finally subsides as Josuke gets his breathing under control. He turned his head to face Older Josuke again, and that same wry smile was plastered on his face.
“There you are, baby.”
Josuke does not even want to address the usage of pet names again. He’s been silent this entire time, and is shocked at Older Josuke’s nonchalance. Josuke clears his throat, trying to find any words to say.
“What… the fuck?”
Older Josuke barks out a laugh, retracting his petting hand and putting it over his mouth. His eyes crease through his laughter, and his eyes shine just a bit brighter. Josuke’s heart stops for the briefest of moments. Older Josuke claps his hands together, smiling dopily at Josuke’s shock. “Yeah, that’s valid.”
Josuke fish mouths, jaw dropping and shutting, as he silently flounders. Older Josuke puts a hand back on Josuke’s shoulder, fingertips ghosting over the covered skin. Josuke’s heart drops for the slightest of seconds, and he also does not even want to address why he’s still reacting like that. He clears his throat as he tries to connect his brain back to his mouth. “What… the fuck?”
Older Josuke just shrugs in response this time, drawing his arms behind his own head. Josuke notes how tight his green knit sweater is, and how it hugs his thicker, muscular biceps. Josuke gulps. “It’s a stand,” Older Josuke replies, nonchalantly, as if Josuke’s brain isn’t threatening to explode with any new sensory information presented to him. Josuke’s eyes reluctantly leave Older Josuke’s arms and search his face for signs of distress, shock, fear, and yet he finds nothing. He has that same, all-knowing smile, which makes Josuke feel like the idiot in this situation.
“Why aren’t you freaked out?”
Older Josuke rolls his neck, closing his eyes as he works the kinks out. He lets out a tiny noise, and it makes Josuke salivate. A Pavlovian response to himself. This is definitely abnormal. “Somebody warned me about it, and he’s probably taking care of it as we speak. It usually lasts about 24 hours if I’m not mistaken. He’d kill me for spreading misinformation, though, so don’t go quoting me on that.”
Jotaro.
Josuke feels relief flood his veins, exhaling heavily as he takes in the information. “Oh, thank God. Jotaro-san is still alive in the future?”
Older Josuke turns to him, a knowing look in his eye, as a devious smile creeps over his facial features. Josuke swallows harshly. “I didn’t say who it was. Also, no spoilers.” He holds a long finger up to his pursed lips. “Things are way more fun if you don’t see them coming.” Older Josuke throws Josuke a wink after this statement, and Josuke’s stomach lurches. He feels the air leave his lungs.
He can’t possibly mean…
Josuke doesn’t have time to process that statement before Older Josuke’s mouth starts moving again. “Alright, sweetie,” Older Josuke drawls, sitting up straight before stretching his arms and standing. He slaps Josuke’s knee, making Josuke jolt in his seat. Josuke’s dick pulsates. “Time to get up.”
Josuke stares up at himself a little dumbly. Older Josuke quirks an eyebrow up at him, the playful smirk never leaving his face. “Well?”
Josuke maintains the same facial expression. He feels like his brain has officially snapped. “What should I call you?”
Older Josuke looks slightly caught off guard for a moment, which makes Josuke feel like he’s finally got a bit of his own power back. It vanishes just as fast as it comes to him as Older Josuke opens his soft mouth. “Daddy,” Older Josuke deadpans.
The stupid look on Josuke’s face might as well make itself at home at this rate, he thinks to himself. He’s going to get whiplash. Josuke remains silent yet again, still staring at his older self blankly. Older Josuke cackles. “I’m kidding, babe. You can call me Higashikata-san, Josuke Senpai, Josuke Two, Jojo, or whatever makes you comfortable. I really don’t care,” Older Josuke replies, smile beaming. “I do know all of your dirty little secrets, though. So, that first nickname isn’t totally off the table.”
Josuke blinks rapidly as a beat passes. After a moment of stunned silence, he flushes scarlet upon processing that statement, face blazing, as he starts to stutter in response. “Higashikata works, Higashikata is perfect. That’s great. Thanks. Love it. Jesus Christ,” Josuke trails off, scratching the back of his neck, feeling like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin. His skin is burning. It’s itching. “Have I always been this annoying?”
Higashikata giggles deviously, reaching out a hand to help Josuke up. “Nope,” he says, popping the P. “You get significantly worse over time.”
Josuke takes his hand, making the mistake of looking up at him while doing so. Higashikata is… really big. Bigger than Josuke thought he would be. It’s not necessarily his height, though. He’s really only a few centimeters taller than Josuke. In fact, it’s not even his physical stature that’s so intimidating and big. Yeah, he’s wider, but that’s not the issue. It’s the sheer magnitude of his charisma that makes Josuke feel like he’s shrinking. His overwhelming presence makes current Josuke, who is definitely not small by any means, feel so dainty in comparison. Higashikata arches a pretty, manicured brow, goading him ever so slightly. Josuke’s heart starts to pound again as he averts his eyes, leaping up and letting go of his older self’s hand. “Thanks, man.”
Higashikata pats his shoulder again, letting out a noncommittal hum, as his quick hand wanders down between Josuke’s shoulder blades for a moment before retracting his hand. Josuke shivers, which gets a small giggle from Higashikata again.
Josuke is so fucked.
*
They walk in silence for a while, and Higashikata advises him that it’s best to avoid public spaces as much as possible. Even though Higashikata is fairly sure the stand will wipe away any trace of his existence in this universe after the 24 hours is up, he still doesn’t want to test his luck. This means that telling Jotaro about this encounter is off limits, which scares the shit out of Josuke. Higashikata is slightly wary of the potential butterfly effect, apparently, but he says their time together will (most likely) be harmless. Josuke complies, and calls the Speedwagon Foundation to see if they can get a hotel room for the night. Josuke thanks his lucky stars that he snagged that phone number from Jotaro’s little trusty black book. The Foundation complies, surprisingly without pestering Josuke for more information, and they actually are able to get a room within walking distance from the park they met each other in.
Higashikata checks them in once they arrive at the hotel, his arm wrapped around Josuke’s shoulders, squeezing ever so often. He’s so damn touchy, Josuke thinks to himself. They haven’t been given a ton of weird looks, even in public, which relieves Josuke’s anxiety ever so slightly. It’s also quite shocking, considering the sight the two of them make. Higashikata takes control quickly and guides Josuke towards the elevator, letting his arm fall from around Josuke’s shoulders, which makes Josuke’s stomach churn. They step foot into the elevator, and Josuke surprisingly finds himself slightly missing the irritating touchiness. He unintentionally juts his lower lip out; ever the petulant child, even unconsciously.
Josuke doesn’t have time to dwell on it as he hears Higashikata snort out a laugh from next to him as the doors close in front of them. Josuke quickly feels Higashikata’s arm snake around his waist, tentatively yet tenderly petting his hip. His fingertips skate under Josuke’s yellow tank top, making Josuke recoil in shock.
“What are you doing?” Josuke hisses, feeling Higashikata’s fingers pressed against his skin. Higashikata shrugs, dragging his fingertips up and down lightly, nails ever so slightly scratching Josuke’s soft skin, making him shiver in Higashikata’s grasp. Higashikata smiles to himself, pulling Josuke closer and creeping his hand further across Josuke’s abdomen.
Josuke throbs in his slacks and bites his lip, eyes darting around the elevator as Higashikata slams a button with his free hand. He’s slotted comfortably into Higashikata’s side, feeling his body warmth coat Josuke like a blanket. Higashikata lets out a deep hum, leaning impossibly further into Josuke’s personal space. He smells like hair pomade and sweet vanilla, with a tiny bit of floral notes. The hairs on Josuke’s arm rise, and his toes curl in his loafers.
“I think you just need some TLC, right? This is a pretty stressful time in your life, after all.”
Josuke inhales shakily, easily overwhelmed by the tame fondling, ducking his head momentarily into Higashikata’s chest. It makes him flush an even deeper red, embarrassed by his own arousal. All Higashikata’s doing is petting him, yet Josuke feels heat coursing from his pelvis to his toes. Higashikata should know that Josuke easily gets riled up; he is him, for fuck’s sake. Higashikata is an evil little minx, Josuke has concluded. Josuke also still feels like the biggest narcissist of all time. He remains silent.
Higashikata chuckles, deep in his chest, as he ducks his head down towards Josuke’s ear. “You’re enjoying this quite a bit, aren’t you?”
Josuke’s breath hitches in his chest, as a whine threatens to escape his lips. He shakily exhales, trying to remain calm. He’s also trying his absolute best not to get hard. He cannot give into this absolutely convoluted temptation. Who the fuck gets turned on by themselves? His mind is a loop of the following mantra: Naked Joseph, rotten garbage, dead bodies, Naked Joseph again. Nothing works. Josuke manages to clear his throat haphazardly. “Good guess,” Josuke manages to rasp out, voice threatening to crack as the elevator door opens. “But, this is insanity.”
Higashikata retracts his arm as Josuke jostles out of Higashikata’s grip, letting it dangle at his side. He remains silent, which shocks Josuke. It irritates Josuke more than anything. Does he really have nothing to say for himself? Josuke all but leaps out of the elevator, eyes shooting daggers as he turns his head to glare at Higashikata. Higashikata, on the other hand, looks extremely amused, smiling crookedly at Josuke’s attitude. Higashikata shrugs his shoulders, following Josuke’s stomping, hands sliding into his own pockets. They arrive in front of their room, and Josuke fumbles to find one of their shared key cards out of his pockets with shaking hands. Higashikata comes up from behind him, key in hand, holding it up to the sensor. Josuke gets that same familiar whiff of sugar and sweet botany, making his shaking intensify. He can feel his arousal start to seep into his bone marrow.
“Are you scared?” Higashikata rumbles from behind Josuke. Josuke pushes the door open as the green light shines, taking a deep breath as they both enter the room. “We don’t have to stay together if you’re frightened of me. I can stay here for the night, and you can head home. We can meet up tomorrow morning to make sure nothing has changed. If you encounter a stand, you can just call me.”
Josuke huffs out a sharp breath through his nose, kicking off his shoes quickly. His socks hit the cold tile as he takes into account the fact that the room, in fact, does have two beds. Deep, deep down, Josuke feels a slight pang of disappointment. He feels insane. It’s a never ending dichotomy. He gets turned on, and then nauseous. He wants nothing to do with Higashikata, and then juts his lower lip out when they don’t get to share a bed. A total nutty conundrum induced by this sexy, older version of himself that probably knows every little secret kink he has and has yet to discover. Josuke’s voice wavers as he manages to reply, “You don’t scare me.”
Higashikata closes the door behind them, quickly flipping the sign to Do Not Disturb. Just in case. “Why are you trembling, then?”
Josuke remained silent, eyes cast downward as he sits on the edge of one of the queen beds. Higashikata clicks his tongue, as if he’s disappointed, and walks over to Josuke quietly. His footsteps are light as opposed to his previous wretched, loud clicking Josuke quickly came to associate with his stupid heeled boots. They have the letter J engraved into the bottom of them. So stupid. So rich. So pointless.
Josuke’s dick twitches again.
Josuke takes a glance towards the door and sees Higashikata’s ridiculous boots right next to Josuke’s beloved Bally shoes. At least I still have manners, Josuke thinks to himself. Josuke feels fingertips underneath his chin, and his head is quickly tipped upwards. His eyes meet Higashikata’s, and Higashikata’s face is unreadable. It only makes Josuke begin to redden in response. Josuke’s eyes start to dart around, trying not to make the mistake of such direct eye contact again.
“Look at me.”
Josuke obeys immediately, embarrassingly fast, and it brings that same sly smile back onto Higashikata’s face. He’s grinning like a cat that ate the canary. “Yeah, there we go.”
Josuke jerks his chin out of Higashikata’s grasp, trying to maintain a morsel of his dignity, and Higashikata surprisingly lets him. “Why do you keep hitting on me?”
Higashikata rolls his eyes, sighing exasperatedly at Josuke’s continued stubbornness. He takes a few steps backwards, eyeing Josuke. “Are you implying that this is one sided, babe?”
Josuke pauses for a moment, eyes cast downward. Higashikata takes this as permission to continue. “Look. We have an entire evening together. I’m wary of telling you anything about your life in the future. I am you, just in case you forgot. I know you better than you know yourself. So, I know that you’re attracted to me, you little egotistical maniac,” Higashikata chuckles. Josuke keeps his eyes on the floor, and Higashikata clicks his tongue in distaste. “With that in mind, why don’t we have some fun? You can think of it as… intricate masturbation, if it makes you feel less skeevy. It’s a fantastic way to kill time as well.”
Josuke steals a glance at Higashikata, who looks slightly less pissed off. Josuke doesn’t respond. Higashikata sighs again, laughing a little through the exhale. “God, you’re so stubborn. Your best and worst quality. Come on. You know this is a dream come true. I wouldn’t push it if it was one sided. You’re just being difficult, like always.”
Josuke lets the silence fill the air once again. For Josuke, the worst part about this entire scenario is that Higashikata is right. Josuke wants him. Badly. But, Josuke’s pride and morale are still making him want to fight back. It’s tense for a moment before Josuke opens his mouth, meeting Higashikata’s stare. “Why would I want any of this?”
Higashikata raises a challenging eyebrow, lips curled into a smirk. That Cheshire Cat grin is back. “Why wouldn’t you?”
Josuke is the one to sigh this time. This one sounds defeated. “This is fucked.”
Higashikata just keeps smiling. Josuke lets out another sigh, deciding to succumb to the wretched temptation. Maybe he won’t even remember this once it’s done. That soothes a bit of his anxiety, and he chews on his bottom lip. He ends the silence relatively quickly. “Okay.”
Higashikata lets out a happy squeal, clearly pleased at how easily Josuke ended up complying with him. “Yay! Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” Higashikata is already making his way towards the door before Josuke can get another word in. “Alright, get up. We have some shopping to do.”
“Shopping?”
“Shopping,” Higashikata repeats. “You’re not putting that dirty school uniform back on after I’m done with you.” Josuke flushes crimson again, putting his head in his hands as Higashikata continues. “We’ll get some clothes, snacks, and some hair products since we came pretty ill prepared. I know you’ll freak out tomorrow if you can’t do your pompadour correctly. So, I’m avoiding that inevitable meltdown. You should give our mom a call sometime before tonight, by the way.”
Our mom? Fuck, that sounds weird to Josuke. “We just got to the hotel,” Josuke whines, lying back on the duvet, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” Higashikata replies shortly.
“What about avoiding public spaces?”
“I’ll buy you something nice if you stop your whining and get up,” Higashikata replies, slipping on his boots and snagging the hotel room key.
Josuke obeys rather quickly after that, getting a quiet laugh out of Higashikata.
*
They leave the hotel, elbows interlocked, as Higashikata hails a taxi. They exchange a few pleasantries, and Higashikata’s fingers play with Josuke’s hand out of the driver’s view. Josuke feels his heart pound out of his chest, lightheaded, as Higashikata continues to chat with the driver nonchalantly. The touching is so childish; hiding it just out of sight like they’re afraid someone will catch them. It makes Josuke’s blood sing, and he knows Higashikata is solely doing it to rile him up.
Higashikata’s lips curl upwards while looking at the driver through the mirror. “Hey man, can I ask you something a bit… personal?”
Josuke’s ears perk up at the sound of that. The driver nods as dread starts to fill Josuke’s body, trepidation stabbing his nerve endings like a dagger. What exactly is he planning?
Higashikata clears his throat, hand creeping upwards to stroke Josuke’s arm. He’s teetering on the edge of PDA, but it’s luckily still hidden by the plastic separating them and the driver. Josuke shivers in his seat. “Do you think you could actually take us by Jenga? I have a few things I want to get my girlfriend, y’know. It’s our anniversary on Thursday,” Higashikata drawls, batting his eyelashes at the driver.
“Not a problem at all,” the driver replies casually. “Happy anniversary, by the way. How long have you guys been together?”
“Oh, we’ve known each other for a little over a decade. We just recently got together, though,” Higashikata replies. Josuke can’t even tell if he’s lying or not. Josuke looks at him expectantly, but Higashikata shakes his head. Josuke manages to hear his voice through the silence: No spoilers.
Higashikata sighs dramatically, stretching a bit in his seat. “I can’t thank you enough for your flexibility, man. Guess that means you’re coming with me, little bro.” He throws a wink at Josuke as Josuke tries to do the math in his head. Anniversary, girlfriend, surprise, personal question, the wink… Little bro? Josuke’s stomach drops, realizing what kind of shop Jenga really must be.
It also makes his cock twitch.
“You’re kidding. Is it a sex shop? You can’t do that shit without me?” Josuke stammers, trying to play along with Higashikata’s little story. He does feel sweat gathering across his forehead, mostly because of the anticipation. It’s suddenly 10 degrees warmer.
“Relax,” Higashikata coos, hand dropping down to hold Josuke’s own. His eyes meet Josuke’s, shining brightly, amusement clear as day on his face. He seems ecstatic that Josuke is playing along. “Also, it’s technically called an Adult Store. They have more than just sex toys. It’s classy,” Higashikata giggles. Josuke is not giggling in response. He’s a professional, after all. Higashikata sighs dramatically, not pleased with Josuke’s obvious discontent. “Oh, please. We’ll be in and out very quickly, I promise,” Higashikata soothes.
Josuke rolls his eyes, feeling Higashikata rub his thumb across his knuckles. Josuke feels his heart flip, threatening to burst past his ribcage. “Fine, whatever. I’m not staying there longer than five minutes, though.”
Higashikata lets out a happy squeal, bringing Josuke’s hand to his lips and planting a kiss. “Thank you!”
The driver sends them a quizzical glance as Josuke yanks his hand back, swatting at Higashikata, trying to play the part. “You’re such a freak.” Josuke is not kidding about that statement.
Higashikata hums in response, shrugging his shoulders. “That means you’re one, too.”
Josuke grumbles out something unintelligible as they drive mostly in silence, occasionally broken by Higashikata trying to strike up more conversation. Josuke’s heart is pounding out of his chest, antsy to see what they could possibly get if they decide to… go through with what he’s thinking they’re gonna do. He can’t even verbalize in his head what the hell they might get up to. When they arrive, Josuke’s eyes threaten to leap out of his skull at the size of Higashikata’s wallet. Higashikata tips heavily, flashing the driver a dazzling smile, as they make their way inside. His arm is immediately around Josuke’s shoulders again, squeezing tightly.
“Jesus, man,” Josuke wolf whistles. “What do I end up doing for a living?”
“You know I’m not answering that,” Higashikata retorts. “You’re basically never strapped for cash, though.”
Josuke shrugs. “Good enough for me.”
Higashikata lets go as they walk into the shop, immediately swarmed by fluorescent lights and a harsh red paint job. It's culture shock for Josuke as Higashikata guides him into the shop, eyes bugging out of his head as he glances around. Josuke feels like he’s going to get carded simply because of how he’s reacting to the visual stimuli.
Much to his pleasure, he’s not carded; probably because he was 180 centimeters by the time he was thirteen. He can’t remember the last time he got carded while gambling, let alone in a sex shop. Josuke’s mouth hangs open as he looks at the array of toys. Pocket pussies, fuzzy handcuffs, and whips are some of the first things he tries to process. He’s not necessarily opposed to using them, but they don’t strike him. What does manage to catch his eye are the colorful vibrators and the thick, hole-stretching dildos. Josuke winces as he thinks of the aftermath of using some of those monstrosities. It doesn’t stop his dick from twitching in his slacks and the molten heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach. Higashikata’s smug tone breaks the silence. “See something you like, honey?”
Josuke nods before he thinks about it, eyes slightly glassy as he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes spot a thick, pink toy, flared at the base. Josuke’s mouth waters at the size of it.
“Size queen,” Higashikata mutters, spanking Josuke lightly. “Not surprised.”
Josuke squawks, indignant, jumping at the sudden contact. “Hey!”
Higashikata shrugs and snags the toy off the shelf, eyes scanning for a hefty bottle of lube. He picks one that suits his taste, and he jerks his head towards the register. Higashikata has a couple other things hidden from Josuke’s sight, and Josuke is shocked at how nimble and quick Higashikata is as he maneuvers throughout the store. He must have spent some time here before. Josuke shudders a little, slightly creeped out yet turned on, as he trails on Higashikata’s heels, the heavy clicking filling the quiet atmosphere like a metronome. They pay quickly at the register as Josuke avoids eye contact with the poor guy behind the counter (who clearly does not give a fuck). Josuke, still blushing cherry red from the absurdity of the entire situation, grips Higashikata’s arm as they make their way outside. “That was mortifying.”
“He literally did not care,” Higashikata replies, confirming Josuke’s thoughts. “You were the one making it weird.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No,” Higashikata snorts. “I can’t.”
*
They stop by a massive convenient store right around the block, which makes sense as to why Higashikata took them to this specific sex shop. Josuke heads directly for the hair care aisle, which gets an amused exhale from Higashikata. Josuke eyes him, raising a brow.
“What? You’re telling me you don’t care about your hair in the future?”
Higashikata shakes his head, holding his palms up as a sign of peace keeping. “I never said that.”
“Why are you laughing, then?”
Higashikata rolls his eyes this time. “You didn’t even want to get food before dry shampoo and pomade. Sue me. It’s kind of funny.”
Josuke scoffs, snatching what he needs as they make their way around the store. It feels far too domestic for what they plan on doing later, but it still manages to make Josuke’s heart skip a beat.
Nausea fills him as he actually processes that thought. Why is his heart fluttering at the idea of domesticity with himself?
“Let me guess,” Higashikata mutters, significantly closer to Josuke than he was a moment ago. Josuke feels Higashikata’s strong arm wrap around his waist once again. God, he still manages to smell so expensive to Josuke. He hopes to God he can at least find a dupe of his cologne, just in case it hasn’t been created yet. Because of the time traveling. Because this is absolutely insane. Josuke’s brain hurts. “You’re liking this, and you’re confused as to why you like it?”
Josuke nods, too flustered to lie or explain himself. Higashikata hums, fingertips gliding over Josuke’s clothed abdomen. It makes Josuke’s cock jump in his slacks. “You’ve said it yourself. You’re a ‘love’ kind of guy, aren’t you? That doesn’t really go away,” Higashikata laughs. “You like romance and domesticity. It’s cute on you,” Higashikata smiles, slight dimples on display, as he taps Josuke’s nose with his free hand.
Josuke breaks free of his tight grip and groans. ”I’m not a child.”
Higashikata makes a face at Josuke, eyebrows narrowing at him. He doesn’t have to verbalize his thoughts for Josuke to understand the unspoken words: yes, you are.
Josuke grumbles to himself as they check out, watching Higashikata smile prettily to the sweet girl checking them out. Her face flushes and she averts her gaze, just like Josuke has been doing.
Damn. Is he that obvious, too?
Higashikata sends his younger self a wink as they bag their groceries and head outside, calling a taxi this time. The drive back is relatively quiet for once, which has Josuke feeling pretty surprised. Higashikata’s eyes are closed, and his head is turned towards the window.
“You okay?”
Higashikata’s eyes flutter open, cerulean and a little bloodshot. It makes Josuke’s heart ache in his chest for some unknown reason. Higashikata gives him a thumbs up and a yawn, throwing his head back dramatically against the headrest. “I’m pretty beat, kid. The person we were dealing with before I got here was… a handful, to put it lightly. But, I digress,” Higashikata mutters. “You and I have had a pretty emotionally draining day as well, haven’t we? You’ve gotta be tired too, right?”
Josuke swallows and nods. He quickly realizes that he can’t take his eyes off of Higashikata, even when he turns away from Josuke to watch the scenery as they make their way back to the hotel. Higashikata reaches for Josuke’s hand blindly, making the corners of Josuke’s mouth twitch upwards. They interlock fingers, and Higashikata gives him a squeeze. Josuke’s heart slams against his ribs, breath accelerating, as his clammy hand rests against Higashikata’s warm palm. Despite the soothing nature of the gesture, it also manages to make his anxiety spike. He’s not used to physical affection. Higashikata must know that, and that must be why he’s been so incessant on touching Josuke.
He’s trying to normalize it.
Josuke takes a deep breath, and finally squeezes Higashikata’s hand back. Higashikata lets out a content hum, rubbing his thumb across the back of Josuke’s hand, similar to how he did during their first cab ride together. Josuke breaks the silence.
“So, like… lime green?”
Higashikata’s brows furrow for a moment, before tilting his head down to look at his own outfit. He takes a moment before slowly turning his head, corners of his mouth threatening to twitch upwards as his eyes shoot daggers at Josuke. He’s fighting a smile and he’s losing. It makes Josuke cackle, before spluttering out an explanation. “No! No, I mean, it’s cool! I just… I’m a purple guy, y’know? Since when do I get into green?”
Higashikata rolls his eyes, biting his lip to keep from laughing. “It’s not funny. The white and the green looks pretty good together, doesn’t it?”
Josuke’s laughter dies down as he nods in response, holding Higashikata’s hand just a little tighter. Before they know it, they’re back in front of the hotel entrance. Higashikata takes care of the fare again, and Josuke scratches the back of his neck as they walk towards the doors, bags in hand. “I feel like I should be paying.”
“You technically are,” Higashikata counters, grabbing Josuke’s arm again with his free hand. Still clingy. “Don’t worry about it.”
Josuke nods, swallowing harshly under Higashikata’s tender touch. Higashikata’s fingers are soft this time, just a light pressure on Josuke’s forearm. Josuke grips his grocery bag just a bit tighter to relax himself. He sighs as Higashikata brings them closer, making their way to the elevator again. Josuke has a brief flashback to their first elevator ride, and Josuke bites his lip.
He was doomed from the start.
Higashikata’s grip is a bit tighter as he lets out a tinny laugh. “What, honey? Excited already?”
Josuke’s head whips towards him, cheeks brightening. “What makes you say that?”
Higashikata’s eyes are shining as he just smiles at Josuke, shaking his head slightly. “You’re so obvious.”
Josuke tugs his arm away from Higashikata, and Higashikata’s grip turns to iron. Josuke glares at him, trying to muster as much irritation in his gaze as humanly possible. “Am not,” Josuke mutters, immediately self aware at how childlike he’s behaving. Shit.
Higashikata hums in response, tapping the up button on the metal panel. They make their way inside, and Higashikata’s fingertips turn tender again. “Are too.”
Josuke snorts, leaning a little closer to Higashikata. They ride in a surprisingly comfortable silence, despite Josuke’s racing heart. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the soft touches Higashikata gives him to prevent his anxiety from spiking even higher. They finally arrive at their floor and separate slightly, walking in silence once again to their room. Josuke leads, and he can feel Higashikata’s eyes on him. It makes him flush even redder.
Is he ever going to stop blushing?
As they get to the door, Higashikata stops right behind Josuke again. He reaches around Josuke’s midsection, feeling him up and pressing his hips up against Josuke’s backside. Higashikata hums close to Josuke’s ear, making Josuke shiver, frozen in place. “Is the key in one of your pockets, baby?”
Josuke throbs, drawing his lip in between his teeth. His blood is blazing hot already, thrumming quickly beneath his skin. He feels himself unconsciously push back against Higashikata, his body betraying his stubborn mind. “I thought you had it.”
Higashikata’s hips press against Josuke harshly for a moment before he lets out a giggle, right against Josuke’s ear, as he steps away from Josuke. Josuke’s body tries to follow, but is stopped by Higashikata’s hand. It feels like a warning. It feels like they’re playing a game that Josuke doesn’t know the rules for. Yet. It makes his skin prickle with anticipation, as if icy hot was coursing through his veins. “Silly me! You’re right. It’s in my pocket.”
Josuke’s eyes flutter shut as he realizes just how desperate he was acting. In front of Higashikata. In public. He starts to turn his neck as Higashikata reaches around Josuke to press the key against the sensor, his chest meeting Josuke’s back. The door quickly opens, and Higashikata nudges Josuke forward with his foot. Josuke stumbles in, catching himself in a fashion that’s less than graceful. Higashikata swipes all of their bags and places them on the countertop, closing the door with a bit of aggression, bolting the lock with a sense of finality. He takes a step towards Josuke, pink tinting his own cheeks.
In that moment, Josuke quickly realizes that Higashikata is just as affected as he is.
“Shoes, off,” Higashikata commands as he shrugs his jacket off. Josuke’s brain turns off as he complies, taking a step towards the couch. “Couch, now.”
Josuke huffs out a slightly irritated sigh, stumbling over himself as he takes off his shoes. Higashikata does the same, a bit more restrained now. He’s starting to act like he’s really in control, and he’s really comfortable with that role. It’s enough to make Josuke drool. Josuke walks delicately over to the couch, looking over his shoulder at Higashikata expectantly. Higashikata nudges his head, as if he’s commanding a dog. Sit.
Josuke sits.
Higashikata follows Josuke, eyes narrowing at him. He looks predatory, and Josuke feels like vulnerable prey. He stands directly in front of Josuke, and tilts Josuke’s head up to meet his eyes again. It’s déjà-vu for Josuke. His voice is low as he asks, “Do you really want to do this?”
Josuke doesn’t have the brain power to be a smart ass anymore. He nods, too overwhelmed and turned on to speak. The cat and mouse game has gone on long enough for both of them, it seems. Higashikata smiles, cupping Josuke’s cheek as he towers over him. Higashikata runs his tongue over his top teeth, canines on display. “Good. If you’re uncomfortable at all, or you want to stop, say…” Higashikata pauses, glancing around the room for some inspiration. His eyes land on an outlandish painting hanging on the wall adjacent to the television. “Butterfly. Got it?”
Josuke leans into Higashikata’s touch, eyes falling shut as he nods. Higashikata clicks his tongue, patting Josuke’s cheek a little harshly, as if it wasn’t good enough. “Give me verbal confirmation.”
Josuke’s eyes fly open, feeling like he’s already fucked up. Fear overtakes him. His pulse simultaneously skyrockets as his mouth falls open. “Got it, got it. Please. I want this.”
He needs this.
Higashikata beams at him, petting his cheek this time. Josuke preens, all sense of shame and morality gone. He just wants to obey. He just wants to stop thinking. “Good boy, Josuke. Good. Can you do something for me?”
Josuke shudders, nodding his head as he holds Higashikata’s stare. Higashikata looks at him expectantly. Once again, it feels like he’s being scolded. It feels like he’s being trained. His stomach flips. “Yes,” Josuke breathes out. The tightness in his chest spreads to his core. “Yes, I can.”
Higashikata hums, stroking Josuke’s cheek with his thumb. He drags his fingertips away from Josuke’s cheek, fingertips skimming lightly across Josuke’s jawline. Josuke shivers, tilting his head towards the fleeting touch. Higashikata tips up Josuke’s chin, holding eye contact. “Open your mouth.”
Josuke obliges instantaneously, doe eyes wide and expecting. Higashikata bites his lip, eyes creasing at how obedient Josuke is already. His crows feet are on display at twenty eight years old. Josuke thinks it’s kind of sexy. “Yeah, like that. Now, don’t gag.”
Before Josuke can even think, Higashikata is inserting his fingers unceremoniously into Josuke’s pliant mouth. Josuke’s eyes widen even farther, watering quickly as Higashikata’s fingertips press against his sensitive throat. Higashikata moans, low and enticing, as his nails curl inside Josuke’s mouth and scrape against the soft meat of Josuke’s cheek. It makes Josuke wince and recoil, but the phantom pain left in its wake makes heat pool in Josuke’s belly.
What the fuck?
Higashikata chuckles above him, a bit too gleeful for Josuke’s liking. Josuke narrows his eyebrows, saliva dribbling out of the corners of his open mouth. “Yeah, baby. You look pretty fiesty with your mouth full, huh?”
Josuke’s eyes shut, throat bobbing as he clumsily swallows his own saliva. He nods, chest leaning forward as he tries to focus on breathing through his nose. Higashikata pats his cheek hard with his free hand, inserting another finger and prying deep into Josuke’s mouth. Josuke does gag this time, and he looks up at Higashikata, pleading for some kind of remorse. Some kind of praise. Higashikata clicks his tongue. “Well, honey,” Higashikata murmurs, tone teetering on the edge of stern. “Are you gonna be able to do what I say?”
Josuke nods feverishly, desperately, as Higashikata’s face becomes unreadable. Josuke searches his eyes for something.
Josuke finds nothing.
Higashikata’s face is fairly blank now, with narrowed eyebrows and half-lidded eyes. The usual upwards curl of his mouth is replaced by a slight frown. The slight blush on his cheeks has worked its way up to his ears; it’s the only thing that reminds Josuke just how mutual this attraction is. He’s still going to have to work for Higashikata’s praise and approval, isn’t he? That same semblance of fear trickles down Josuke’s spine, making him shiver as his tongue starts to work around Higashikata’s roaming fingers. He can feel himself starting to swell in his slacks as Higashikata takes him apart. Josuke hollows his cheeks as Higashikata’s fingers slowly pump in and out of Josuke’s mouth, making Josuke’s eyes roll back.
What a sight Josuke must be, tenting his pants as his older self finger fucks his eager mouth, tongue lapping around the digits and sucking in his cheeks like he’s giving head. Higashikata groans, withdrawing his sopping wet fingers, as he quickly straddles Josuke. Higashikata plants one knee at a time over Josuke’s lap, lowering himself gingerly across Josuke’s strong thighs. Josuke’s eyes widen impossibly further, fanning his pretty lashes up at Higashikata.
Josuke feels those same damp fingers grip his jaw tightly, tipping his head back so fast it almost gives Josuke whiplash. He feels Higashikata grind against him, leaning his head down towards Josuke’s neck. Josuke senses pressure against his jugular, and it’s wet.
Oh, God, Higashikata is licking his neck as he grinds his ass back. Josuke bites his lip to stifle a pitiful whine, elongating his neck to give Higashikata more real estate to work with. Josuke feels Higashikata’s teeth scrape his sensitive skin, honing in on the soft flesh of his sharp jaw. Higashikata bites and sucks hard, making Josuke gasp sharply. Josuke feels a vibration against his skin, making goosebumps appear, fire brewing in his belly as he feels Higashikata hum. It makes Josuke’s eyes roll back, overwhelmed and vibrating with anxious arousal already.
“Just a little gets you so excited, doesn’t it?” Higashikata purrs against his skin, lips moving towards Josuke’s ear. His tongue darts out, making contact with the creamy skin beneath his earlobe. Josuke feels a tug on his piercing as Higashikata continues to map Josuke out with his tongue, moaning right against him. It makes Josuke jolt, but quickly lean into the new sensation. He decidedly shuts his eyes, focusing on Higashikata’s hot mouth and sharp teeth. It intensifies as he focuses all of his attention on Higashikata, and that heat in his stomach spreads quickly throughout his extremities. He’s so turned on that it hurts. The sensation is gone the second Josuke gets used to it, and Josuke’s eyes flutter back open.
Higashikata’s grinding ceases as he pulls back from Josuke, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Josuke’s heart skips a beat at the delicate touch as Higashikata quickly strips off his shirt, tossing it across the room. His nimble fingers reach down and fiddle with Josuke’s buttons, and Josuke quickly gets the message. He rapidly shucks off his school uniform, internally cursing himself for how tight it is and therefore how difficult it is to get off. Higashikata smiles fondly, watching Josuke struggle a little. Josuke eventually gets free, letting it slide off of his back. The same hands that unbuttoned Josuke’s jacket find the trusty zippers across Josuke’s chest. Higashikata whistles lowly, tracing aimless shapes across Josuke’s pecs. “I know we modified this shirt to be edgy,” Higashikata rumbles, grabbing both of the zippers with his roaming hands. “But, you just look like a slut.”
Josuke’s breath catches as Higashikata unzips both of his chest zippers, exposing his rosy nipples to the cold air, and mainly to Higashikata. Higashikata smiles and brings his fingertips to Josuke’s areolas, making them pebble and harden under his light touch. Josuke flushes a deep crimson, holding in an embarrassing noise. Higashikata clicks his tongue as he retracts his fingers, and alarm bells start ringing in Josuke’s head. He whips his head up towards Higashikata.
“If I’m making you feel good, don’t you think I deserve to hear it?”
Josuke nods and sputters out an apology, begging Higashikata to just keep touching him. Higashikata just stares down his nose at Josuke. He’s unimpressed. Josuke hits the panic button.
“Daddy, please. Touch me.”
Josuke stills as soon as the words leave his lips. What the fuck is wrong with him?
Higashikata pauses for a moment, and his eyebrows shoot up in slight surprise. Higashikata draws his bottom lip between his teeth and groans, grinding his hips hard against Josuke and pinching Josuke’s nipples. Higashikata rips Josuke’s tank top open, tearing it apart as he sinks his teeth back into Josuke’s exposed skin. Josuke whines, high in his throat, as Higashikata’s mouth starts running. “Yeah, baby. There we go. Calling me ‘daddy’ just for touching your tits? I knew you were desperate, but fuck, I didn’t know you were this desperate.”
Josuke wants to scream as the searing pain from his nipple stimulation meets the sickly sweet, syrupy pleasure from Higashikata’s steady grinding. It makes Josuke’s light-headed as that same pain induced pleasure from Higashikata’s earlier prying now sits in his chest, threatening to suffocate him. It’s overwhelming, but fuck, Josuke wants more.
He knows he’s gonna get it.
Higashikata leans his head back down, pressing his mouth right against the mark he just left a few moments ago as he continues to fondle Josuke’s chest. He bites down on Josuke’s neck softly, and he pinches Josuke’s nipples at the same time. This gets a yelp out of Josuke, and Josuke feels Higashikata smirk against his skin. Josuke jerks his hips up against Higashikata, trying to meet his fluid motions. He ends up feeling overeager and pathetic, all riled up just from some kissing and petting. Higashikata confirms this with a harsh tug on his overly sensitive tits.
“Do I need to restrain you to get you to sit still?”
Josuke frantically shakes his head, but his cock jumps at the idea of Higashikata tying him up. It’s as if Higashikata can read his mind, because the look he gives Josuke is so sly, like he’s thought about this already. Why is Josuke still shocked at just how much Higashikata knows? “Then relax,” Higashikata coos, thumbing over Josuke’s nipples softly. Higashikata bends his neck and leans down, searching for Josuke’s chest. It’s a sucker punch to the gut when Higashikata starts mouthing at Josuke’s sensitive nipples, moaning against his pecs as Josuke feels the vibrations worm their way into his skull. Higashikata continues to slowly move his hips against Josuke, and it’s sensory overload.
The combination of Higashikata’s hot tongue, roaming hands, and skilled hips is enough to make Josuke start to leak in his pants. “Higashikata-san,” Josuke gasps, feeling Higashikata take his nipple between his teeth. His mouth is gone as soon as he starts.
“Oh? You’re finally going to refer to me with honorifics?” Higashikata murmurs, tongue darting out to circle Josuke’s sensitive skin. “I get my mouth on you and you’re putty in my hands. Are you really that much of a whore?”
Josuke’s cock throbs in his slacks, shaking his head rapidly. He’s on fire as Higashikata’s words swim inside of his head, shame and arousal overtaking him. “No, no. I’m sorry,” Josuke babbles. Higashikata looks up at him, blasé. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Higashikata shrugs, biting Josuke’s tits with a little more intensity. It makes Josuke tremble, hands reaching instinctively for Higashikata before retracting them. He has to be good. He can’t get greedy now. Higashikata looks down at Josuke’s twitching hands, and rewards him with a soft kiss on his chest. “You’re learning fast,” Higashikata breathes, sucking a hickey into Josuke’s pale skin. “I’m so proud of you, you know? You work so hard,” Higashikata continues. “At this age, I know you feel like you’re never rewarded for your troubles.”
Josuke feels the air leave his lungs and tears well up in his eyes almost immediately as Higashikata’s mouth continues to work against Josuke. Josuke’s eyebrows furrow, feeling the wetness travel down his face. He’s confused now. Why is he crying? Is it because of how warm and tight his chest feels at Higashikata’s kindness? Is it because of Higashikata’s unrelenting teeth nipping across his pectorals? Higashikata is going to think he’s crazy.
“If you’re wondering why you’re a little teary,” Higashikata breathes, warm air hitting his saliva coated skin as he notices the change in Josuke. “It’s because you just want to be taken care of sometimes.”
Josuke just nods, marinating in painful pleasure as Higashikata sucks another bruise into his skin, burgundy on porcelain. He sniffles and wipes his eyes, mumbling out mindless thanks and praise to Higashikata as Higashikata leaves him one last bite. Higashikata kisses Josuke’s sternum, and slides off of his lap, slinking down to the floor. He looks up at Josuke, and gives him a genuine smile.
Josuke’s heart is going to beat out of his chest.
Higashikata taps on Josuke’s hips, and Josuke quickly gets the message. He unbuttons his slacks and cants his hips up, feeling Higashikata’s calloused hands brush against the skin between his tank top and his trousers. It makes Josuke shiver as Higashikata yanks Josuke’s pants down, down, down, until they pool at his ankles. Josuke’s hips are still up, expecting his underwear to go next. Higashikata’s kind smile turns a little dark as he shakes his head, poking his hips to go down. Josuke tilts his head, puzzled, as he complies.
Higashikata leans forward and inhales. Through his nose.
Oh, God.
Josuke’s head tingles as Higashikata sniffs him, blood flooding to his groin. Why is this making him so horny? It’s debauched, the way Higashikata’s tongue darts out and makes contact with Josuke’s covered cock as he takes in his scent. Since when was Josuke into this?
“You like things that are a little embarrassing,” Higashikata murmurs, face still against Josuke’s dick, somehow communicating with him telepathically. His confusion must be apparent. The sensation of Higashikata’s hot breath and the reverb of his muttering has Josuke feeling dizzy with arousal. “I’m just giving you an example.”
This is all embarrassing, Josuke thinks, feeling Higashikata’s fingers prod his hipbones again. Josuke complies, lifting his hips up as Higashikata strips him of his underwear. His ass meets the cool leather of the couch, feeling yanked forward by Higashikata’s strong arms, and he shivers at the contact. Higashikata’s hands are immediately back on him as soon as he lets go, petting his thighs as he leans forward on his knees.
The image in front of Josuke is going to be permanently seared into his brain. An older version of himself, subservient yet commanding, on his knees in the thunderbolt pose at Josuke’s feet. His eyes shine, and his lips twitch upwards under Josuke’s heady gaze. He’s in total control with the intent to pleasure Josuke.
Josuke’s head is spinning.
Higashikata’s head moves forward, ever so slowly, and opens a modicum of his mouth. His tongue lolls out, meeting Josuke’s glans.
Josuke’s head is spinning even faster now.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Josuke strains out, static buzzing in his head. Higashikata laughs outwardly this time, right against Josuke’s frenulum. Oh, God, Josuke feels Higashikata’s laugh in the base of his skull. It travels from his cockhead to his spine and up to his brainstem, making Josuke’s eyes roll back on their own accord. Higashikata finally has mercy on Josuke, wrapping his lips around him.
Fuck, yeah.
Josuke groans, fingers instinctively twitching to grab a fistful of Higashikata’s hair. But, Higashikata likes him when he’s still. He fights the urge and focuses on the velveteen, welcoming heat of Higashikata’s mouth sucking the tip of his prick. Higashikata moans, like nothing pleasures him more than hearing Josuke whine for him. Josuke’s drunk on it.
They’ve only just begun.
Higashikata properly takes Josuke’s cock this time, sliding his hot mouth further down, teeth hidden expertly away from Josuke’s sensitive shaft. He sinks, sinks, and sinks further down until he’s reached Josuke’s nuts. He stills, and looks up at Josuke through his lashes.
Shit.
Josuke’s hips twitch forward just a smidge, and Higashikata reaches a hand up to smack his hip. It’s a warning for Josuke to not move unless he’s been instructed. Josuke’s cockhead twitches, and Higashikata must be able to feel it in the back of his throat. Higashikata pulls off of him with a smile, tonguing the head of Josuke’s cock.
“It’s not all about the sensation, Josuke,” Higashikata rasps out, voice impacted by the fact that Josuke was just down his throat a moment ago. “It’s about surrendering control.”
Josuke knows that. Josuke could have told you that exact thing about two minutes into meeting his older self. There was an immediate, mutual understanding that Josuke would be the one submitting between the two of them.
And fuck, it keeps turning Josuke on.
Josuke nods rapidly, eyes fluttering shut. “‘M sorry, sorry. Just feels,” Josuke exhales, shuddering. “Just feels really good.”
Higashikata hums, lips moving towards Josuke’s dick again. “Yeah, I know, honey,” Higashikata laments, kissing his dick head again. “I know.”
Higashikata gets back to work, swallowing Josuke to the hilt in an instant. The sensation is nothing but net as Josuke struggles to breathe, throwing his head back and moaning towards the roof. Higashikata seems pleased, bobbing his head as he swirls his mouth around Josuke’s shaft. The vacuum suction combined with the heat and saliva of Higashikata’s mouth has Josuke in a tailspin, mumbling out more mindless praise and thanks to Higashikata as Higashikata’s hands pet Josuke’s thighs as a soothing gesture.
Higashikata is taking him on a journey, and all Josuke can do is whimper.
Higashikata pulls off Josuke with a pop, saliva hanging from his puffy lips. Josuke scrambles as his slippery cockhead slaps back against his abdomen. Higashikata grins, blinding Josuke, as he stands on flat feet within moments. He pats Josuke’s knee as he retreats to the kitchen to grab the inconspicuous white bag they got from the sex shop. Josuke feels himself simultaneously throb and tremble. “Higashikata-san?”
“Quiet,” Higashikata rumbles from across the room. His tone slices through Josuke, installing fear and trepidation into Josuke’s thumping heart. Josuke sees Higashikata grab the hot pink dildo, the lube, and one of the mystery items.
Christ, it’s rope.
Josuke shakily exhales, imagining the rope digging into his skin as he reaches to touch Higashikata. It’s electrifying, and so, so erotic. “Higashikata,” Josuke whines, completely desperate, amping up the role he’s playing tonight. “I’ve been so good for you.”
Josuke can see Higashikata roll his eyes, with that same damn smile. “Really? You were such a brat earlier today, though,” Higashikata purrs, walking with his shoulders square towards Josuke. He’s so domineering, Josuke thinks to himself. Higashikata’s mirthful stare makes Josuke’s belly swarm with butterflies, soaking his insides with honey sweet temptation.
Higashikata puts his toys next to Josuke and crouches back down. He licks his own hand liberally, and wraps it tightly around Josuke’s cock. “You’re still so hard for me,” Higashikata breathes, thumbing over Josuke’s weeping slit. His grip is steel, and it has Josuke gasping in response. “How badly do you want me to touch you?”
“Need it,” Josuke whimpers. “Need you.”
Higashikata lets go, arching a questioning brow at Josuke. Josuke’s smart mouth opens before he can think about it. “Daddy,” Josuke mumbles. Higashikata is immobile. Josuke tries again. “Master, sir. Higashikata-senpai, please,” Josuke begs. “I need you.”
“Master? I like that,” Higashikata giggles, rewarding Josuke with a quick upwards stroke. “You need your daddy to take care of you, baby?”
Josuke throws an arm over his eyes and groans, flushing an impossibly deeper red. He fights his urge to flex his hips and quiet himself. He needs to be still and loud for Higashikata, and it kills him. “So good,” Josuke moans, twitching in Higashikata’s hand. “Y’treat me so well.”
Higashikata shrugs, a little too proud of himself. “It’s easy,” Higashikata replies, tone a little snippy. “You’re so easy to please at this age, aren’t you?”
Josuke shudders, feeling his stomach squirm at the slight dig. He does feel easy, slutty. Whoreish. It makes his heart race, and it makes his cock pulsate. Josuke didn’t think it was because of naïveté, though. What kind of kinks does he discover over time? Clearly he’s more versatile than he expected, since he can see Higashikata half-hard in his own pants. Knowing that over time, he’ll be able to dominate someone and enjoy it makes all of the blood leave his brain and travel straight to his dick. He’s so into being submissive to Higashikata, but he’s even more interested in the idea of dominating another person in the future.
Josuke swallows, nodding in response to Higashikata’s degradation. Higashikata lets go of Josuke’s cock, tapping his knee as he stands to his feet. “Bedroom. C’mon.”
Josuke stares up blankly at himself. Higashikata grabs his supplies with one hand and reaches out his free hand to drag a stark-nude, pleasure-hazed Josuke to their bedroom. Higashikata takes him to the farthest bed. “This is the sex bed now,” Higashikata mumbles, mainly to himself. “We’ll sleep on the other one.”
The lights are on in Josuke’s mind, but no one is home. He nods mindlessly, eyes glossy as he pleads with Higashikata solely with his gaze. Higashikata jerks his head towards the bed. “Hands and knees. Face the window.”
Josuke obeys quickly, crawling a little awkwardly on top of the duvet. He arches his back slightly, trying to present himself properly to Higashikata. Higashikata saunters over and trails his fingertips across Josuke’s ass. He pulls his hand back and smacks the flesh, watching the skin ripple and welt underneath his harsh touch. Josuke’s head hangs low as he yelps out in shock. Higashikata soothes the skin, rubbing it gently as he bends down to kiss the marked skin. “You’re pretty when you’re bruised,” Higashikata muses, trailing kisses across his ass cheeks. “Want another?”
Josuke doesn’t have time to respond before another loud smack fills the room, white hot pleasure searing through him only to be followed by a dull pain in his lower half. He starts to push his hips back and stills, trying to remain obedient. He doesn’t want to push this and get greedy. Higashikata mumbles something and it falls on deaf ears as blood rushes to Josuke’s head. Higashikata pokes his red ass cheek with a finger. “What do you say?”
What does Josuke say when he’s completely nude, on all fours, being spanked by a time traveled version of himself as they wait out the effects of an enemy stand user? Josuke looks behind and stares at Higashikata, eyes glazed over and wide, as he looks for answers. Higashikata sucks his teeth and lands another harsh smack against Josuke’s ass. “You thank me,” Higashikata breathes, planting a kiss against the scorching skin.
“Thank you,” Josuke blurts out, feeling himself get impossibly harder. “Thank you, sir.”
Higashikata hums to himself, planting another kiss on the opposite cheek. “You’re learning fast, baby,” Higashikata breathes. “How filthy.”
Josuke lets out a strangled noise as a reply as Higashikata grabs the lube. Josuke can only hear the popping sound of the cap opening, and it makes his anticipation anxiety soar higher. He hears the subtle friction of fingers rubbing together, and Josuke’s heart twinges. He’s warming it up for Josuke.
Josuke is in the trenches, isn’t he?
He has no time to ponder that thought as he feels fingertips prod his hole, making him jump at the contact. He instinctively tightens up, and Higashikata pets his upper thigh with his free hand. “Relax, angel,” Higashikata coos. “You’re gonna like this, m’kay?”
Josuke knows that. He may be a little inexperienced with some sexual things, but he’s definitely explored his own body by this point in time. He’s still not gay, though. Only himself and his time traveled sexy self have gotten their paws on him. Higashikata’s voice breaks the silence as his fingertips trace Josuke’s hole.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Is this gay?”
There isn’t an immediate answer as Higashikata plunges a finger in, crooking it upwards and flexing his fingertip around the muscle. The lube still isn’t as warm as Josuke would have liked it to be, but at the same time, the temperature difference makes his cockhead leak. The breath is knocked out of Josuke as his body is wracked with a shiver, eyebrows knitting together as he focuses on his breathing. Higashikata doesn’t think twice about the sudden intrusion as he lets out a laugh, retracting his finger for a moment. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”
Josuke trembles, shrugging his shoulders as he holds himself up. “Not concerned. Curious, is all.”
The bed dips as Higashikata crawls on, still wearing his cream colored pants from earlier. Josuke feels Higashikata’s hand smooth down over his ass and then there’s two sticky fingers at his entrance. Higashikata pushes them in, punching a breath out of Josuke. “Feels kinda gay to me,” Higashikata murmurs, mouth getting closer to Josuke’s ear. “But, y’know what’s really gay?”
Josuke feels lips on the outside of his ear as Higashikata pumps and curls his fingers, stretching out the muscle as Josuke sucks in his lower lip. “What?”
Higashikata hums right against Josuke’s ear, making it reverberate in his skull. “You, meeting a one hundred and ninety five centimeters tall, twenty-eight year old man for the first time a few weeks ago and thinking, ‘wow, he’s so handsome,’” Higashikata breathes, tongue tracing the outline of Josuke’s ear. Josuke flushes carmine. “How many times have you thought about him fucking you by now?”
No.
“Stop,” Josuke breathes, precum glutting out of his slit as he feels Higashikata’s expert fingers alternate between scissoring motions and curling motions. For a split second, he feels Higashikata’s fingertips press against a soft part of his insides. It’s followed by an immediate bolt of pleasure, and it makes Josuke choke out a moan. Higashikata giggles right against Josuke’s ear, kissing underneath his lobe.
“You really want me to stop, baby?” Higashikata mutters, voice silky and guileful. “You clenched so tightly around me when I said that. Do you wish it was Jotaro instead of me?”
“Shut up,” Josuke warbles, hanging his head low as his cock drips. Higashikata presses against that same sweet spot again as Josuke breathes out shakily, composure breaking even further. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not kidding,” Higashikata breathes, voice slow as he slides in a third wet finger. Josuke groans, trying to stay relaxed as Higashikata pries into the most intimate part of Josuke’s body. He feels hot as sweat gathers at his hairline, swaying his ass slightly as Higashikata finds his prostate again. “It’s so dirty, so taboo. So mortifying. How many times have you thought about it, baby?”
Josuke feels those same embarrassed tears well up in his eyes from earlier as ecstasy courses through his veins, blooming in his belly and behind his ribcage. “Stop,” Josuke repeats, his swollen red cock betraying his mouth. He feels nausea and euphoria simultaneously zip through his stomach as Higashikata’s venomous mouth purrs against his ear. Higashikata bites Josuke’s earlobe piercing, planting a kiss right behind his ear.
“You feel so soft and warm around me, honey,” Higashikata sighs, pulling his head back and planting a kiss at Josuke’s temple. Higashikata moves his fingers in and out of Josuke’s soft hole a little slower, noticing Josuke’s slight change in demeanor. He wipes away a stray tear at the corner of Josuke’s eyes with his free hand. “You’re doing such a good job for me.”
Josuke turns his head and meets Higashikata’s stare through blurry eyes. Higashikata thumbs the supple skin along Josuke’s cheekbone and gives him a gentle smile. “Y’know,” Higashikata murmurs, planting a kiss on Josuke’s cheek. “I was going to tie you up and fuck you raw.”
Josuke’s cock bobs against his stomach.
“But,” Higashikata continues, kissing Josuke’s forehead. Josuke whines as he feels Higashikata remove his fingers from inside of Josuke. “Like you said earlier, you’re being so good for me. I’m going to give you a reward, okay?”
Josuke nods, blinking rapidly as he stares at Higashikata’s mouth. “Thank you,” Josuke mutters out, eyes not leaving Higashikata’s plush lips. Josuke parts his own lips and flutters his eyes shut, hanging his head again as he bites his bottom lip. He doesn’t want to get greedy and upset Higashikata.
“Honey, what are you thinking?”
Josuke’s eyes dart towards Higashikata as he clears his throat. Josuke feels so shy all of a sudden with Higashikata’s total, undivided attention. He just has this compulsion to obey, to submit to Higashikata. He wants to be good. Josuke turns his head and meets Higashikata’s gaze. “Can… I kiss you?”
Higashikata cocks his head, giving Josuke another small smile. This time, there’s a lingering kindness behind the look in his eye. “Oh? Where are your manners, darling?”
Josuke’s cheeks flush pink for the thousandth time this evening. Of course. “Please and thank you, Higashikata-san?”
Higashikata coos, bringing both of his hands up to cup Josuke’s chin. Higashikata slots their lips together, and Josuke’s mind turns off once again. He presses a chaste kiss to Josuke’s upper lip, pulling back for a moment and placing another gentle kiss to Josuke’s lower lip, lingering just for a beat longer. Higashikata is deliberate with his movements, and Josuke can tell he’s got experience.
Clearly.
Higashikata puts pressure on Josuke’s lower lip again, methodically tilting his head as his fingertips skim across Josuke’s cheek. Josuke moans, quietly, against Higashikata’s upper lip, as Higashikata takes that chance to deepen the kiss. Higashikata slides his tongue against Josuke’s own, noting hints of coffee and mint from the gum they snagged earlier. Higashikata loses himself in the kiss, moaning back against Josuke, as Josuke eagerly laps against Higashikata’s tongue, inexperience showing. Higashikata wraps his lips around Josuke’s tongue, feeling Josuke squeak in the back of his throat as Higashikata bobs his head against him. Josuke feels every slide of Higashikata’s sleek lips against his rough, textured tongue.
Shit, that’s hot to Josuke.
Higashikata pulls back and places another quick kiss to Josuke’s lower lip, smiling against him. Josuke’s hands twitch against the duvet as his arms ache from holding himself up. “Sir,” Josuke mumbles. “Can I lay down?”
Higashikata has other plans as his gaze turns quizzical. “Not even a thank you?”
Shit, that’s hot and scary to Josuke.
“Thank you,” Josuke stammers. He feels dread fill his veins as he tries to obey, to follow all of Higashikata’s new rules. He’s brand new to this, so he knows Higashikata will have mercy on him. He still feels petrified. “Thank you, Higashikata-san.”
Higashikata hums, nodding slightly. He’s pleased with Josuke’s response, making Josuke relax. “Okay, honey. We’ll change the position.”
Josuke gets on his back, and is entrapped quickly by Higashikata’s sinewy arms. Josuke stares at some of the marks littered across Higashikata’s biceps. He’s been through his fair share of fights by sixteen, and by the looks of it, they continue on throughout his twenties. Josuke thinks his battle scars are badass. Higashikata’s muscles flex on either side of Josuke’s head, and he gives him a wry smile. “Like what you see?”
Josuke nods as he leans his head forward to kiss Higashikata, needy and greedy. Higashikata pauses for a moment before returning the kiss, letting his hand wander to the back of Josuke’s head. He cradles Josuke’s skull and drags his fingertips across the base of his head, ruffling the back of his usually perfectly sculpted and gelled pompadour. Josuke squawks against Higashikata’s lip, and Higashikata sinks his teeth into Josuke’s bottom lip. It’s a warning, and it makes Josuke throb against his stomach. His erection still hasn’t flagged throughout all of this teasing; Higashikata has him wrapped around his finger.
Of course he does.
Higashikata pulls back slightly, pressing one last kiss to the corner of Josuke’s mouth. Higashikata drinks in the sight of Josuke; bright, unfocused eyes with cherry red lips and cheeks to match. Strawberries and cream. Somehow, he’s even more delectable. “Maybe we should have started with this,” Higashikata mutters, a little smug. “I know how much we like kissing.”
Josuke shrugs, chasing Higashikata’s lips one last time. “Thank you, Higashikata-san.”
Higashikata smiles at him and gives him one last peck. He pushes himself off Josuke and sits cross legged next to Josuke, patting his lap. Josuke tilts his head to the side, which gets an eye roll out of Higashikata. “C’mere, baby.”
As Josuke crawls towards him, Higashikata props his right knee up and gives Josuke a dazzling smile. Josuke gives him another confused glance as Higashikata just holds his gaze. “Hold my knee, honey.”
Josuke does as he’s told and wraps his arms around Higashikata’s knee. He props his own foot across Higashikata’s ankle, and arches his back slightly. He hears the same damning sound of a bottle cap popping open, and it makes him shiver from head to toe. Higashikata’s fumbling around with a few things and Josuke can’t even crank his head back properly to see. Without any warning, he feels that same cold lubricant dripping against his hole. This time, it’s accompanied by something much thicker.
It’s the toy he picked out.
Josuke lets out a strangled noise as Higashikata pumps the head of the toy into Josuke’s pliant entrance. Higashikata soothes him, leaning his head forward to kiss the nape of his neck as he stretches around the silicone. The noise it’s making is absolutely sinful; the squelching sound in a silent room would make anyone cringe, wouldn’t it? It should be disgusting, and Josuke knows it.
Instead, he just thinks it’s hot.
Higashikata’s kisses turn to bites as the toy reaches the base, making Josuke shudder in his lap. Josuke’s fingers twitch on their own accord as he instinctively begs to touch Higashikata, to grip his pants for some kind of tension release at this intrusion. He knows better at this point, and it makes him tremble. Josuke tilts his head slightly and sees Higashikata smirk up at him. Despite Josuke being a head taller in this position, it still feels like he’s being looked down on.
Josuke feels the toy move without any warning from Higashikata. Josuke grits his teeth as Higashikata works the toy against him, trying to get Josuke used to the sensation. “Relax,” Higashikata mollifies, petting Josuke’s arm with his right hand as his left wrist flicks the toy back inside. Josuke clenches instinctively and lets out a shaky breath as he forces himself to loosen up his muscles. Higashikata looks so immodest as he circles the toy inside of Josuke once it reaches the hilt because all Josuke can do is cry out.
“There,” Josuke whines, digging his nails into Higashikata’s cream colored trousers. He lets go and apologizes as Higashikata nudges him with his foot as a reprimand. Josuke moans as the toy hits that pleasure point once again. It’s electric, and slightly embarrassing, the way he feels so good from just some kissing and some plastic. He feels some of the lube pool out of his hole with every circular motion of Higashikata’s adept hands. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy.”
Higashikata kisses Josuke’s neck once more and wraps a wet hand around Josuke’s neglected erection. Josuke wheezes out a breath at the contact, shutting his eyes as he focuses on the contradicting sensations. As Higashikata extracts the toy, his hand slides up from the base of Josuke’s cock, as if Josuke is fucking someone.
As if Josuke is fucking his own hole.
Josuke cries out, restraining his hips from chasing Higashikata’s vice tight grip. He’s caught between pushing back to meet Higashikata’s skillful wrist and pushing forward to fuck the makeshift cunt. Josuke exhales, breath quivering, as he hangs his head and whines. “Feels s’good,” Josuke moans. “You’re so good.”
Higashikata rewards him with a tight downstroke on his cock and a harsh pump of the toy, making Josuke grunt and gasp in his lap. “Thanks,” Higashikata smiles, rubbing his thumb over Josuke’s dripping slit. The skin of his head is so silky underneath Higashikata’s calloused thumb. Josuke trembles. “You’re feeling so good already?”
Josuke nods, cranking his head back to watch Higashikata pump the toy inside of him. The visual of Higashikata’s strong, scarred hand around the flared base of the toy makes Josuke bite his lip. “Looks so good.”
“You can’t even see it,” Higashikata laughs, pressing the toy in as far as it can go. He twists it and continues to press, swirling the toy slightly inside of Josuke. It leaves Josuke breathless as his prostate is hit once again. Josuke turns his head and stares at Higashikata, mouth open, panting for air he can’t get. Higashikata kisses him softly, feeling Josuke ease into it. As soon as Josuke seems comfortable, Higashikata flicks both of his wrists, jerking off Josuke and taking the toy out halfway. Josuke moans into the kiss, separating from Higashikata as he pants for air.
Josuke feels that familiar build up of arousal in his guts as Higashikata repeats the motions a few times, making Josuke clench his teeth together. The tension is burning in his trembling guts as he tries to fight it, as he tries to be good for Higashikata. All the teasing, the foreplay, has made the build up happen so much faster than he expected. He can’t breathe. He feels like he’s going to start sobbing again. “Daddy,” Josuke moans. “Gonna come.”
“Already?” Higashikata bites back, that self-assured smile plastered on his face. “I just started fucking you, didn’t I?”
Josuke can’t think of a reply as he feels the build up travel to his chest, snatching the breath away from him. He’s floundering for air as Higashikata speeds up his motions, fucking the toy deeply into Josuke as his other hand suction grips Josuke’s dick. Josuke is fighting back the urge to come so quickly; he doesn’t want this to end. He’s writhing, gasping, whining against Higashikata’s hands in Higashikata’s lap and all he can do is hope Higashikata is enjoying it as much as he is.
It’s as if Higashikata is a mind reader, once again. “Let go,” Higashikata murmurs, and Josuke is off to the races.
With a couple more strokes backwards and forwards, Josuke sees white, collapsing against Higashikata’s knee as his cockhead spurts against his own abs and Higashikata’s pants. He can’t see, he can’t feel, he can’t breathe as his whole body jerks with his orgasm. His hole is gripping the toy for dear life as Higashikata fucks him through it, pressing a wet kiss to his neck and dragging his tongue along the scarlet skin. Josuke feels so whorish, moaning and gasping his own last name as he fucks himself back against the silicone slick toy. Higashikata slows down his movements as Josuke starts to shake more violently in his grip. He removes the dildo entirely from Josuke, getting a wince from him as he pets Josuke’s stomach with the hand that was jerking him off.
Higashikata’s arms wrap around Josuke’s lower back, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “Baby,” Higashikata breathes. “You with me?”
Josuke nods, bones liquified, as his messy pompadour smashes against Higashikata’s clothed knee. “Y’h,” Josuke mutters, face smushed against Higashikata’s leg.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Josuke repeats, clearing his throat as he turns his head to meet Higashikata’s stare. “Yeah, I’m with you.”
Higashikata pauses for a moment and then squeals, tightening his grip around Josuke’s waist as he rocks him back and forth. The cold, strict front that Higashikata was showing seemingly disappeared as soon as Josuke came back down to earth. “You did so well, honey!”
Josuke flushes beet red again, squeezing his eyes shut. “Jesus, what did we just do?”
“Let’s do it again,” Higashikata giggles, nonplussed, letting go of Josuke’s midsection. He taps Josuke’s nose with his pointer finger and smiles. Josuke scrunches his nose, sticking his tongue out at Higashikata. Higashikata presses a kiss to Josuke’s temple, rubbing his back gently. “I can roleplay as Jotaro for you this time.”
Josuke groans, trying to wiggle his way out of Higashikata’s grip as Higashikata holds him tighter. “You’re such a freak.”
Higashikata just laughs. “That means you’re one, too.”
*