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« zeppeli » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTIONCaesar Zeppeli ✦ jjba RESIDENCE ✦ EMERALD DISTRICT with Joseph Joestar
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Both of his hands slowly slide up Caesar's body and then rest on his cheeks. The touch is soft, almost achingly so. There's reason behind his tenderness and he gently plants another kiss on Caesar. It's chaste and small, so that he can have a moment to respond to him, his lips brushing against Caesar's with every word. ]
It's not meant in confidence.
[ Sure, he was confident and arrogant, but he also is very aware that Caesar has had plenty of people he's slept with before. Likely they've all been women to this point, but the point being that he's very experienced and Joseph knows that he, himself, will still be learning a lot along the way. He doesn't expect the sex to be mind-blowing exactly, though he does hope Caesar enjoys it. And he plants another soft kiss before continuing on. ]
You'll know what I mean later.
[ It's things like this that he knows also drives Caesar a bit insane. Makes him linger on it and helps to emphasize the fact that Caesar will not forget this. He'll make sure of it on a deeper level. If he's going to be giving it out to Caesar, he's going to make sure that Caesar isn't just taking him as a one night stand. Things were too deep and important between them to have him treated casually in this department.
And maybe that's old school thinking of him, but he doesn't care. It's the bond between them that he wants to strengthen and treating this as a simple one-off deal would actually annoy him a lot.
Before Caesar can properly respond, he pulls him into another deeper kiss and licks his lips a bit. He is fine with letting Caesar take more control at this point now that he's planted that seed in Caesar's brain to mull over what he could possibly mean by not letting him forget. ]
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Every soft kiss pressed against him wears at his delicate grasp on reality and strains his tentative control over what's happening. To let it get this far-he's supposed to be better than this. He isn't some lovestruck teenager looking to wet his lips against any living body he happens to be near.
So why him?
Why is he letting those words get to him? That you'll know what I mean later implying something far deeper than he anticipated. It's just sex. That's all. There's nothing more to the act-a way to relieve tension and stress. A way to get JoJo's mind off of whatever he thinks is going on, to make him realize this isn't the deep, profound act he thinks it's going to be and-
It's hard to ignore the heated way his friend acts-the kisses both short and long, quick and deep, soft and aggressive and-
He's not bad and-
He hates him for it.
For a lot of things, right now.
And Caesar doesn't let him pull back from that last kiss. Fuck him. This is what he wanted and where does he get off doing this to him like it's some sort of weird ploy and-
Something snaps-that tentative grasp on whatever remained of his sanity dissipates like the smoke from a cigarette he had planned on having before this hulking behemoth pressed his body against him.
His fingers move down-twist into the front of his shirt and drag him right back down until they're connected again. Until the Manna feeds between their lips like an unspoken secret. The man spent weeks in a mask-he can handle this kind of pressure. Can handle that sort of unbidden, wanton need that drives him to tempt and urge the man closer, keep him closer and-
He's so angry.
Every short pant of breath between their lips makes him acutely aware of how close they are-his chest pressing against the man's with every inhale, his pants a little too tight whenever they brush against the bastard on him and-
He flips them over with a teasing hand and a little force-an action he thought would make him feel better, but all it does is give him a clear view of those sinking emerald eyes focused on only him.]
How long do I have to wait to find out what your cryptic words mean?
[He rests both hands against his sides-trails his fingers down his sides and to the edge of the belt against his hips. There's a second, where he looks like he's going to unlatch it, but-
All he does is run them over his clothed thighs instead-a teasing, petulant sort of gesture to regain the upper hand while his lips find their target against his neck.
How did this happen? Isn't he supposed to be more disciplined than this?
He doesn't pause, doesn't stop, but he does quietly mouth against that supple skin behind his ear-]
Are you sure you won't regret this, JoJo?
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His arms slip to casually drape over Caesar's shoulders, to the point that he can casually brush his fingers against Caesar's spine and neck. Before properly answering him, he leans up to give him another kiss, this time deeper and more assured. As if he's showing his resolve through physical action alone. Then again, that spoke volumes between them. The problem is that it didn't speak everything. Their bond was deep and they could understand volumes just from a glance or a touch, but some things needed to be articulated in words. The answer to Caesar's questions needed to be spelled out to accompany this kiss. ]
Not sure how long.
[ His voice comes out lower, more husky than normal. He isn't about to hide his feelings from his tone. At least, not about his want for Caesar. Would it make him seem desperate? Maybe. But he didn't care and given the history and things between them, while Caesar would tease him about plenty, he has a feeling that wouldn't be a line he's cross into teasing.
It would be too dangerous. Not only could it ruin something between them somehow, it would mean that Caesar would have to admit there's more to this than he would like to and Joseph can tell from how he's approaching this that it seems like he's convinced that it's going to be a one off event. Not likely, Joseph believes. No, he knows. There's just too much there. But he won't press that part of it.
But instead, he'll answer that second question in a way that could ruin the entire mood here. A fine line. A balancing act of emotion. A push and pull to lure Caesar in more and to force him into a corner without him realizing it, more or less. His fingers trail up into Caesar's hair and grip the blonde locks. ]
I've sworn to only live with one regret, so you don't have to worry about that.
[ Given their previous talks and reunion, it should be more than obvious to Caesar the weight of that statement. And give weight to his conviction in this. But he doesn't lead in that he plans to make this more than a one off thing, just that he wouldn't regret this time, at least. ]
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[Every word out of the man's mouth is a mystery waiting to be unwrapped-trick or not. Ploy or not. He can't be sure, but they've reach a point where JoJo would have long since stopped this nonsense if his goal was to-
Get whatever it is he wanted out of this interaction. Avoid going back to his room, maybe, for reasons Caesar can't possibly comprehend. Not that he has time to ponder more about the intricate thought processes that belongs to Joseph Joestar alone-not when there's a soft pressure against his lips, a reminder that the man is not weak-he's confident. He knows what he's doing. He's no innocent flower, no clueless mark around the fountain.
And he knows what those words will do to him-understands that the only regret he'll have is a future that can't be changed and-
Caesar owes him this. Owes him the sort of bizarre comfort that comes from laying with another person, even if it's only a one night stand. It's confirmed again and again and again when he feels the tug against his head. He gets it.
He understands and this night will be the end of it. There won't be any regrets from either party and-
Dwelling on that particular thought-on the fact he isn't upset there's a man under his body-that this man is spread out between his thighs-
He can't think about it. Doesn't. Presses his lips-soft and quick against his neck, ghosts over his collarbone, presses his fingers under his shirt and over his chest.
JoJo's more toned than he gave him credit for-that lazy nature of his just a ruse to avoid work when it doesn't suit him.
Well, Caesar plans to make him work now. He's picking up on kissing fast enough-unexpected and expected all the same and-
A hand falls from his chest and moves to the small of his back, pushing upwards to guide his hips upwards until they're pressed together and Caesar can easily grind against his body-a slow, steady rhythmic slide against his body.]
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Either way, he follows that lead and arches up toward Caesar as he's guided to do. The feeling of grinding against him is pleasant feeling. He enjoys the soft shiver that runs down his spine from the contact.
Every touch and motion between them is a firm reminder that this first time won't be with a woman. Those hard muscles and strength reminded him. Not that he wanted to forget he was sleeping with Caesar specifically. It was just a strange idea of sleeping with a man when he's always had more of an interest in the female body.
For now, he throws all the bantering to the side and focuses on the touch and kisses and the sounds of breathing between the two of them. In fact, he can't help but the low, guttural moan that escapes his mouth from their friction. He's never been one to be known for being quiet, so why should it stop here? ]
im a leo and i didn't lose this tag. it lost me. thank u for coming to my ted talk.
It's impossible to pinpoint the exact moment all logic flew out the window and-
When he decided that the most viable course action was to give into that feral noise that reverberates through his friend's throat-a sound he's never heard in all their time together.
And despite how their bodies used to tangle on the training grounds, it's different now. The intimacy of every touch pressed against his skin-the gentle pressure of JoJo's fingertips matching his own.
He's lost his mind-absolutely and truly knocked senseless in the head by JoJo's words, that moan, the taste of skin on his lips and-
There's no sense in screwing around-Caesar drags his hand across the waistband of his bands, unzipping and tugging at the fabric.]
Is this all it takes quiet you? You've really never had a partner before.
leos are dumb bitches, thanks for coming to my ted talk
And here I was trying to be nice to let you focus.
[ That subtle implication that Caesar wasn't good enough to do two things at once, despite the fact that he's fucked around with so many women is heavy in his statement. He settles back down on the bed, giving a cheeky grin at Caesar. ]
I'll make sure you regret that.