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It was perhaps five in the morning and Jonathan was still feeling the after effects of last night. He had been tired by the end of it all, falling quickly asleep with his final orgasm, unsure of whether or not he had even pulled out. Though now as he looked down it seemed he had at least been able to do such, as well as wrap his arms around Dio, face buried in his hair, legs fitting into the other’s like a perfect jigsaw.
He was surprised to find Dio still tucked in his bed; after most nights he would awake to a once again empty room, and so Jonathan was glad for his current inability to fall asleep, despite hazy enervation abundant.
Aside from the numbness of one of his arms he could not have asked for a better position to rise in, and he smiled against his brother’s nape, drowsy and happy, lying still and quiet and taking in his scent warmly, hugging him close.
Dio stirred a little in his slumber, nothing the deep sleeper Jonathan could not ignore while in his own dreamscape, but now that he was awake certain movements began to bother him. It would have been fine— the shuffles against his chest, the light stirs and brush under his arm, the hair tickling his nose, all of it— but when Dio’s hips began to grind in light circles, Jonathan found himself tightly holding his breath, chest beating out like a timpani.
He was normally quite capable of controlling his urges and attraction to Dio on the occasions where they simply let themselves be in each other’s quiet and warm company. But right now Jonathan was still sensitive, groggy and really quite susceptible, and even with the slightest motions on Dio’s end, due to their close proximity Jonathan already felt a throb at his crotch.
He could have edged away, slunk his arm out from Dio’s body and turned, but the blond was a light sleeper and this moment of tranquility would quickly be lost and who knew when he would be pliant enough to let this happen again? No, Jonathan would endure.
Of course not a few moments later Dio upped the momentum of his grinds, beginning to bump and wriggle against him, murmuring something unintelligible while still asleep. Jonathan’s heart skipped when the word “Jojo,” became clear in the mutters, and again his pace increased, Dio’s entire body shifting with him.
With wide eyes, Jonathan immediately realised Dio was dreaming about him, about doing something with him. Sexually. The kind of dream that left boys waking up wet and sticky in their undergarments, or with aching unattended erections that could be sated with a just a few tugs of the hand, or waived with an awkward shuffle to the bathroom and cold wash under the tap.
Jonathan flushed pink, completely frozen in position save for one place in particular. A strong part of him felt rude, as if he were intruding on a personal moment that he should have never known, but he had to admit to feeling rather flattered about the whole situation. It was not just the physicality that roused him, it was the very fact he had managed to seep his way into Dio’s subconscious, evoke reactions and remain in his mind to the point he manifested within his dreams. The words became clearer the more Dio moved, and phrases of desire sprang to his unaware lips.
“You’re so good, Jojo.”
“Touch me more.”
“I want you.”
Jonathan’s ego inflated, along with his cock, so easily gratified by words of adoration and esteem (more than he tended to let others know), and he breathed heavily into Dio’s nape, clenching his toes as his erection grew, digging into the other’s backside. With anticipation he waited for Dio to continue, only for him to grow silent, seeming to fall into deeper slumber.
Before he could stop himself, Jonathan leaned up to Dio’s ear, mouth a few spare inches away from grazing the shell.
“What else?” he whispered, then flinched, half scandalised with his own shamelessness, half worried his words would wake Dio. They did not however and Dio gave a thoughtful humming sound in his sleep before continuing.
“You are amazing… you’re all mine… I need you… you are… harder… yes… I…” he said in intervals, eventually returning to indiscernible sounds following, along with more rocks and bucks. Jonathan, caught in the moment of pure intoxication of the compliments Dio was unwittingly paying him, bucked back this time, calling out Dio’s name as he reached full hardness.
But it seemed his lapse of stillness and control was far too much as Dio stirred, eyes fluttering open. Jonathan shot back into a statue-like freeze as Dio raised his head, observing his surroundings with slow swishes of his head. Realising his location he fell in a slump, returning to their original position, body still to the side and wrapped up in his brother’s hold.
Slowly, Jonathan snaked his arm around him just as it had been, and was pleasantly surprised when Dio accept the gesture with nuzzle, perhaps even welcoming it. The morning drowsiness must have been making him docile and accepting.
“Mmm, Jojo… what time is it?” he asked groggily, it was strange hearing Dio like this, so lacking in his usual refinery and eloquence.
“I’m not sure, perhaps six in the morning? It is difficult to tell in this light.” Dio gave a tired hum in response, rubbing the sleep from his eyes but otherwise remaining still. For a few minutes they stayed like that, to the point where Jonathan thought he had dozed back off, but his voice suddenly cut through the room, tone curious and voice slightly more awake than it had been before.
“Jojo, you would not happen to be aroused right now, would you?”
Jonathan swallowed abruptly with a deep inhalation of breath. “Sorry,” he said, turning to move away quickly, but a hand caught his upper thigh, holding him back into place and pulling him in closer still.
“It is quite alright, I suppose we have that in common.” The hand on his thigh squeezed a little as Dio laughed quietly. Covered by the blankets, Jonathan would not have been able to see, but still he found himself leaning upwards, just to try see the evidence of his confession. Of course he could not.
“So eager to see what you have so many times, Jojo.” Dio said. “Do you wish to pick up where we left off?
“Really? Now?”
“Can you think of a better time for it?” He had a point, they were both hard, awake, and already in bed, the stage was well and truly set. “I do not think I can get back to sleep without getting rid of this sensation at any rate, and your cock is a far better utensil than my hand.”
Jonathan frowned. “It is not a utensil, Dio.” He preferred Dio’s dream speak.
“If you say so, brother mine. Shall we then?”
Thinking for a moment, Jonathan rose to a seated position, pulling his trapped arm out from under Dio’s body. He stretched it out with a sigh of relief, and shook out the numbness that had taken it over. With a quick flip following, the blankets were off, and the pair shuddered in unison when exposed to the elements so abruptly, more so due to the fact they were both without clothing, but soon enough they would be feeling plenty hot.
The oil from last night was on his bedside counter and Jonathan grabbed it, opening the top to coat his fingers with a quick but healthy lather. Dio beckoned him hurry and Jonathan complied, feeling the urge and and desire to plant himself within increase with every stroke of his cock, not to mention the curve of Dio’s bare ass now on direct display, the curve of his back set in just a way to drive him mind wild with carnal need.
Lying back down, shaft pressing against Dio’s slick cheeks, Jonathan rutted against him, building up a steady pace. He moaned and gasped at the contact, his member grateful for the return of friction. As he moved, Jonathan slipped his hand underneath Dio’s right thigh, squeezing the soft area of flesh before hoisting the leg up, his rear spreading with it, revealing his pink, puckering hole, used and sticky from last night.
Jonathan’s cock made entrance into the new gap provided and Dio shuddered against him, a soft sound emitted as he began to buck against him with needy instinct, desperation taking prominence in his tone as he let out a “Jojo, put it in,” and pushed himself all the closer.
Jonathan wasted no time, the urge to feel the tight walls of Dio’s hole spread as he entered him was becoming mouth watering and his left, free hand made its way to his length, guiding it the final way. Dio liked the strong bout, the full push upon initial impact and so Jonathan granted it to him, giving a strong jerk of his hips, shoving the entire thick girth inside him in one solid thrust. A grunt came from Jonathan, a near yell came from Dio, the noises joining in unison as his cock hit Dio’s prostate with a hardened lurch, their bodies growing taut, chest hitting back.
Dio’s hand blindly found and grabbed Jonathan’s thigh, uniting them all the more, and he squeezed, hard, enough to leave a light bruise, and despite his position, domineered the pacing with his movements, plowing his rear into Jonathan’s pelvis, making rather loud sounds of gratification with each turn, especially for one who had only just awoken minutes ago.
Jonathan’s lips pressed into Dio’s nape, gasping into it as he kept his hold of his thigh, enjoying the pressure of it along with the lining of Dio’s ass encasing his cock as if it were made for him alone. His spare hand slithered round so it was pressed against Dio’s chest and stomach, rubbing the bare, sensitive skin, gripping into the softer areas of Dio’s slender body.
They were wordless, panting and moaning, the sounds quite pleasurable but Jonathan quickly began to feel a lacking. A rare and unaccustomed experience, hearing of Dio’s want and desire of him outside of being a simple utensil of relief and gratification (with a rather nice body attached), Jonathan rather liked the praise he received in Dio’s dreamscape, and was already craving more, the sweet words filled his stomach with a warmth that travelled about him, reaching, rather strangely, his crotch. He wanted to hear them again, but the likelihood of Dio granting him such when he was fully conscious was slim, at least not without prompt.
So his heart sang when Dio let out a word of affirmation. “Yes, Jojo,” he said in between heavy breaths and gasps. “Right there, you are so…” He stopped himself at that, leaving out the final words and Jonathan sighed deep into his upper back, disappointed.
Summoning whatever gall he had, knowing asking such a thing was on the cusp of displaying a shameful vanity in himself, Jonathan whispered lowly into Dio’s neck, giving it a long kiss prior.
“So what?” His thrusts deepened, but slowed, despite Dio’s movements suggesting he wanted them to quicken. Dio did not respond and so Jonathan repeated.
“I am what, Dio?” Jonathan pushed against his prostate, lodged well within him, and Dio squirmed, gasping at that, body growing tight in his hold, writhing and squirming with the need for friction. Jonathan’s fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh and whispered his question once again.
“...You needn’t know what I was going to say,” he said, starting to rub more into Jonathan’s length, not taking the slowness he had drawn to too kindly. It was still a little dark, but with the rising sun Jonathan could see a faint blush on Dio’s cheeks as he spoke, and felt himself all the more compelled to press.
“Ah, but I want to, Dio,” Jonathan reached up, blowing gently on his neck, causing Dio to wriggle and in his hold. “I want to hear every word, I want to know how good I make you feel, I want to know that you want me, all of me, won’t you say it?” Jonathan lowered his lips to Dio’s neck and gave the soft flesh a suck, mouth letting out warm noises as he continued to thrust. He felt himself almost like Dio, grasping for such heavy attentions, but starved for affection from the other, told he was but a utensil for relief, Jonathan had become rather addicted to the words said in Dio’s dreams, and wished to hear them all.
Jonathan was near intoxicated, the early morning haze and glutton for praise merging together to make for such bold declarations. There was three words he wanted to hear in particular, but that may have been a little ambitious when it came to Dio.
“J-Jojo--” Dio could not help but say, voice airy and light and dripping with desire, desire for him, Jonathan knew it. He just needed a little more and the words would slip out, he’d hear them again, those words like a prayer on his lips, his longing. Jonathan would make him grant him verbal attestation.
Self made challenge set, he immediately adjusted his position, granting him even more access to Dio’s body, moving in such a way that would increase his momentum, his thrusts longer, harder and deeper, propping himself up. It took some strain, but Jonathan was strong enough to take it, and the benefit would far outweigh any ache he might feel for it later.
“Do you like that, Dio?” he murmured in Dio’s ear, the one marked with the three strangely aligned moles which he gave a nibble, lips closing over the delicate markings, biting without teeth in a way he knew made Dio’s entire body writhe and squirm, an incredibly sensitive area.
Dio’s body reacted to it, he tensed and gasped and his lips quivered as Jonathan tongued his ear with quick licks followed by slow, teeth now brushing against them, chewing lightly. But he let out no words, only sounds, and Jonathan found himself frowning a little, knowing his actions affected Dio, and the craving for his verbal approval. And so, with a sudden, surprising ferocity, Jonathan bit hard on the lobe, earning a yelp from Dio, shocked he took such an abrasive act. He turned, hair swooping with him, just enough for his eyes, sharp but wide to meet Jonathan’s gaze.
Jonathan smirked. “Did you like that, Dio?” He repeated his question, this time expecting a response. He pressed a warm kiss to the side of his lip, hips still bucking and Dio scoffed, cheeks painted a soft telling pink as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I… like it,” he said with an unusual shyness, as if giving Jonathan earnestly affirming compliments was something difficult for Dio. It likely was. “I would not be averse if you were to do it once more.”
It was a start and Jonathan grinned at the progress he had already made, once again nipping at his ear, licking and tonguing the moles, earning him grunts and a few ‘yesses,’ but he was not done there. His spare hand not grasped around Dio’s leg slunk under him, beginning to feel at the his chest. He squeezed and fondled the muscle he found in between his fingers, Dio was leaner than he but there was more than enough to grab in his palm. Lips continued to move about his ear, trickling down to Dio’s jaw, his neck once more and sucking hard enough to force Dio into fully buttoned and collared shirts the next day or two. Dio was easy to mark in such ways, and Jonathan could not resist leaving reminders of himself on the pale milkmaid skin, kissing over them when granted later opportunity.
Locating his nipple as his hand ran down his chest, Jonathan circled the responsive flesh and it began to harden in between his fingers as he took it and squeezed. Dio let out a high pitched sound, one not commonly heard and wriggled, ass backing into Jonathan’s pelvis.
“How about this?” Jonathan asked again, rubbing a little harder now, squeezing a little tighter, causing Dio to writhe, now three of his most intimate areas tended to all at once.
“Ahh, it’s good, it’s good, Jojo,” he admitted with candour, his voice something of a whine, something of a moan and Jonathan held his leg up more, forcing in a strong hit to his most secretive spot inside, riddling his brother with quivering pleasure. “More, more, you’re… ah Jojo.”
Dio’s hand, Jonathan noticed, moved from its grip around his waist and was sinking down to his own member, currently untouched and likely in desperate need to be.
“Allow me,” he said, applying another suckling bite to Dio’s trio of birthmarks. He spoke with a gentlemanly tone, as if he were about to take his coat or pull away his chair to allow him to sit. It was likely Dio would appreciate this gesture far more, however.
Letting his hips take dominance over the strong thrusts inside Dio’s rear, Jonathan brought the hand holding Dio’s leg up instead to the boy’s stiff cock, pumping and jerking the hardened member, his still slightly oiled fingers slick, merging with the oozing precome that had long since began leaking from Dio, only serving to quicken the ministrations to his length, the sounds joining with the symphony of moans and hip smacks, flesh hitting flesh.
“Jojo… Jojo… Jojo…” Dio let out his name in an ceaseless chant, the attack on all his sensitive parts overcoming his usual poise and clarity. Jonathan adored the sight, Dio unshevelled, unhinged, wanting him.
“More, more, I want to feel all of you, you’re so good… good, Jojo, it’s too--” He cursed, his words becoming disjointed, and Jonathan knew then that Dio was close to his limit.
And so he upped his hand movements, teasing and circling his pink tert nipples, pumping his cock up and down without pauses, feeling the organ pulse and throb under his grasp. His efforts were soon met with a warm stream of white, coating his hands and his bed with seed, Dio’s ass clenching around his cock, tight, the sensation euphoric as his member was further lodged within Dio’s spread hole, taking him in, every inch, not wanting to let go. In the midst of his orgasm, Dio was wordless for all in all but his nickname, but Jonathan did not mind, simply revelling in his actions above all else, how Dio clung to him with a blind hand, bringing them closer, eyes slamming shut, overwhelmed by what Jonathan was making him sensate.
Watching, distracted by the given reaction, Jonathan had slowed his pace some, grip on his cock and chest growing still, allowing Dio to ride out his relief with and catch his breath, Dio eventually turned, still a little delicate, touching Jonathan’s cheek and bringing it close to his lips.
“Don’t stop… I need you...” Orgasm filled with blissful delight coursing throughout Dio’s body, rippling through him like ocean waves, Dio could not help but spurt out such words in a panting heave of breath, eyes flickering between open and closed as their gazes met. “I only... need… you.”
Finding himself already close to his own release, Dio’s admission sent the final surge and spark coursing through Jonathan and he made every last use of it. Raising himself up and letting go of Dio’s cock he stood on his knees, his own cock still buried inside and he worked on bringing Dio to an overstimulated state, relishing in the expression he made as his prostate was hit over and over again, the moans he let out, the words he cried.
“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, more, more I want more of you, you are amazing, all over.” All was said in disjointed, honest breaths that fuelled Jonathan’s very core. Those words however, prevented Jonathan from lasting longer than he may have otherwise, and coupled with the hard and diligent thrusts inside Dio’s engulfing hole he was brought to loud orgasm, body shaking, burst inside Dio thick and warm, tensing muscles with joined outcries of names and nicknames.
Jonathan slumped almost immediately after his climax subsided, arms falling either side of Dio, pressed against the mattress, the only thing saving the blond from the rather heavy bulk of the young Joestar falling atop of him in his tired state. He panted and heaved, catching his breath, as Dio did, unsynchronised and loud, eyes closed tight. The feeling was overwhelming, Dio’s praises took over his mind completely, amplifying his orgasm tenfold, sending shockwaves to his heart that spread about his entire body; his stomach, his cock.
He would etch them into his mind forever, for he had never heard them so unbridled, and he feared this would not be a regular occurrence, especially outside the throes and passions of the early morning bedroom romps where neither were quite in their right mind.
The second he was able, Jonathan looked down at Dio, hot and red, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, eyes beginning to flutter open to once against find Jonathan’s blue stare upon him, beaming brightly with a smile that could kill a weaker man from the sheer exuding endearment.
Taking his lips into a warm kiss, Jonathan cupped Dio’s face and held it up, finding the affection returned with a push in of tongue, their mouths joined, letting out soft noises and sloppy attachment, a trail of saliva breaking apart as they split from each other, finally, after joining twice more.
“I feel the same about you, Dio,” Jonathan said in a tired breath, and a thumb stroked at warm cheeks with light tenderness for such large hands.
“But you already knew that.”