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“The hell is that?” Josuke asks around the crunch of the potato chip between his teeth. He’s sprawled out on the plush couch in his living room, his butt has sunk into the space between the cushions and he’s entirely too lazy to readjust.
Okuyasu is sitting cross-legged on the dark hardwood floor in front of Josuke’s coffee table with his back against the couch. There’s a crinkling sound as he tears into the clear wrapping of something with his teeth. He spits the wrapper onto the glass top of the coffee table and raises his treasure up for Josuke to see. Pinched between his fingers is a perfect sphere, about the size of a kid’s bouncy ball. It’s hot pink and caked with so much glitter that it sparkles under the light of the ceiling fan.
“Candy,” Okuyasu says. It barely gives between the squish of his fingers. “Uh…I think. Mikitaka gave it to me.”
Josuke grunts and struggles to pull himself up out of the couch crevice. He slides off the cushion and onto the floor beside Okuyasu, leaving his playstation controller behind. The TV is still flashing that stupid ‘YOU DIED’ message in ominous red lettering at him; no way is he gonna beat that level any time soon. He peers over Okuyasu’s shoulder to get a closer look at the “candy.”
“...What’s in it?” Josuke asks, suspicious. He isn’t entirely convinced that Mikitaka is an actual alien, despite his repeated insistence over the years and frankly bizarre mannerisms and abilities. Call him a skeptic. He likes Mikitaka just fine though, he’s a good guy, but Josuke had learned early on not to take any more food from him after biting into a cookie with some unidentifiable green goo in the center that made him see the world in binary for twenty minutes.
Okuyasu shrugs and pops the whole candy into his mouth. His cheeks bulge as he munches on it theatrically with a hum. “Kinda tastes like peaches? And mint?”
Josuke raises an eyebrow. “That all? No weird shit in there?”
“Nah, it’s pretty good! He’s gotten a lot better at people food since high school, ya know.” Okuyasu wedges his arm into the space between them, jostling Josuke in his quest to fish around in his pocket. He pulls out another candy, identical to the one he’d just swallowed. “He gave me another one for ya.” Okuyasu waves the bag in Josuke’s face. “Ya want it?”
Josuke’s chin retreats into his neck as he eyes it with a frown. It’s not that he doesn’t believe Okuyasu, it’s just that…well, Okuyasu isn’t exactly the observant type. He’s like a dog. Eat first and ask questions later–if he notices there’s something wrong with whatever he puts in his mouth at all. Josuke is not so trusting. He shakes his head. “No way, dude.”
“Suit yourself!” Okuyasu tears into the wrapper and tosses the second candy into his mouth. “Man, that’s good. I should get him to make more of these.”
“Uh huh.” Josuke twists his upper half to reach for his abandoned controller so he can shove it beneath Okuyasu’s nose. “Whatever. Just beat this level for me before you turn into an alligator or some shit.”
“Pfft, I could beat this level as an alligator, bro. You suck.”
Josuke punches him in the arm.
Okuyasu beats the level in one try. Josuke doesn’t bother demanding the controller back, knowing he’d just embarrass himself and instead settles in to watch Okuyasu play through the story mode. He uses the meat of Okuyasu’s shoulder as a makeshift pillow, too lethargic to grab a real one off the couch even with the back of his earring stabbing into him.
“Shit,” Okuyasu curses under his breath when his character takes a hit he’d been trying to dodge. He frantically taps the buttons on the controller, but it’s no use, the enemy grabs his character by the throat and violently finishes him. “Dammit,” Okuyasu huffs. He roughly shrugs his shoulders to upset Josuke’s perch. “Get off.”
The bony part of his shoulder knocks against Josuke’s cheekbone. “Ow, dick,” Josuke hisses as he pulls away to rub at the sting.
“S’too hot,” Okuyasu grumbles. He mashes the X button on the retry screen and gets sent back to his last autosave.
Josuke pulls his knees up to rest his elbows on and presses his cheek against the spot where they cross to look at Okuyasu. “Hot?” He asks in disbelief. “How the hell are you hot? It’s like seventy degrees in here.” Josuke’s apartment isn’t cheap, but the shitty insulation is. It’s always freezing in the winter time and blistering hot in the summer, but during fall, like now, with the window open, the temperature is just about perfect.
“Ughh,” Okuyasu groans. “Feels like a fuckin’ hundred and fifty.” He lets off the controller with one hand to tug at the collar of his shirt, giving the skin underneath some airflow.
Josuke frowns. Now that he’s looking at him properly, Okuyasu’s cheeks are a little pink. A healthy flush is starting to spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. Perspiration beads at his temple and Josuke watches as it sluggishly slides down the side of his head. “What the hell?” He mutters. “You really do look–you feelin’ okay?” Josuke reaches for him, pressing the flat of his palm against his sweaty forehead. Okuyasu’s skin burns to the touch.
“Uh.” Okuyasu licks his lips. He sets the controller down between his legs as if he’s in a daze. His character’s screams of agony fill the background as he’s immediately mauled to death by another giant monster. Josuke pulls his hand away from Okuyasu’s head with a grimace. He wipes his sweaty palm on Okuyasu’s pants and scoots to the left to put some distance between them.
“Maybe you should go home, man,” Josuke says, leaning out of breathing room. If Okuyasu’s getting sick, Josuke doesn’t want anything to do with whatever he’s got. “You’re burning up.”
Okuyasu pants, his whole frame shaking with the fluttery rise and fall of his ribcage. “Nngh, no uh–I feel, uh. Weird. Kinda dizzy.”
“Uhh, yeah, I think you got a fever or something,” Josuke says. He stretches his legs out so he can get to his feet, find Okuyasu a blanket or something and get him some water. If he’s feeling dizzy, he’s not gonna be able to make it home unless Josuke takes him, so maybe it’s better if he just naps on the couch. Josuke doesn’t get very far. A broad hand snags his arm, Okuyasu’s grip tight around his bicep. Josuke yelps as Okuyasu drags him back down and in close, until their noses are nearly touching. Okuyasu’s eyes are clouded, pupils dark and enormous. Josuke swears he can see literal hearts in the dotted centers of them. “What the hell–”
“Umm, mm, Josuke, I really need–uh–” Okuyasu’s heart eyes flick downward. Josuke warily follows his gaze and his eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he sees the very obvious, very hard line of Okuyasu’s dick straining against his pants.
“Dude!” Josuke yelps.
“Dude!” Okuyasu mimics even louder. “It’s really–I gotta…” He clumsily reaches for his belt and struggles with the clasp, his sweaty hand slipping right off the metal.
“Augh! Don’t–don’t do that here!” Josuke rips his arm out of Okuyasu’s grasp. “At least go to the bathroom or something, jesus!”
“I can’t,” Okuyasu whines. He seemingly gives up on trying to undo his belt buckle and presses his hand over the bulge between his legs to rub himself. “Josuke, dude, I dunno what’s–” He starts to slur his words, like his brain is melting along with his dignity. “I feel really–I gotta–you gotta help me, man–”
Josuke’s face bursts into flames. Okuyasu sounds so needy–Josuke has never heard his voice like this before. He’s shivering, gulping down air as he grinds his crotch into the palm of his hand. His hair is falling loose from its gel and short strands are spilling over his sweaty forehead. He’s a goddamn mess. What the hell is going on? Okuyasu was fine just a few minutes ago–is this a Stand attack or something? But what the hell kind of ability does this?
Josuke’s eyes widen when he remembers. He flicks his gaze toward the empty candy wrappers Okuyasu had littered the coffee table with. Josuke lunges past him to snatch one up and inspect it. There’s nothing on it, no name or list of ingredients, not even a manufacturer for the plastic bag. Josuke lets out a sound of frustration as he snatches up the second one and finds nothing there either. Damn Mikitaka! Next time he sees that guy, Josuke’s going to have to have a serious conversation about offering things to Okuyasu. What exactly is he trying to accomplish with this shit!?
“Josuke,” Okuyasu moans, too close. He winds his broad arms around Josuke’s waist and buries his overwarm face into his chest.
Josuke jumps under the smothering contact and tries to twist away from it. “S–stop, man! Get off’a me!” Josuke drops the wrappers to shove Okuyasu away from him, but he’s clinging on so tightly that he only succeeds in setting them off balance. His knees wobble beneath him and Josuke has to grab onto Okuyasu so they don’t go crashing to the floor.
“Jus’ lemme…” Okuyasu says, voice muffled between Josuke’s pecs. Josuke shivers at the feel of Okuyasu’s hot breath against him, the barrier of his shirt so thin it may as well not even be there. A sweaty hand paws at Josuke’s chest, clumsy fingers brushing against one of the zippers. Like a bird to a shiny object, Okuyasu grabs the zipper with a ferociousness that renders Josuke’s previous attempts to keep them both upright useless, and they fall over in a heap.
“H-hey!” Josuke wheezes as his back hits the floor. Okuyasu clamors over him to straddle his waist and drags the zipper down to expose Josuke’s nipple to the chilly air. Josuke goes rigid, teeth clicking together when Okuyasu dives forward to suck his nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth. “Shit!” Hot arousal spikes in Josuke’s belly, sudden and alarming. He smacks the heel of his hand against Okuyasu’s forehead to try and push him away, but the feel of teeth scraping against his skin makes him shudder instead. Okuyasu bears his entire weight down on him, fisting Josuke’s shirt in his hands and stretching the fabric as he grinds his hard dick against Josuke’s thigh. It sends another bolt of arousal up Josuke’s spine.
“Oku–” he starts, trying to be firm. It comes out as a pathetic whimper. Okuyasu seems to take it as encouragement and Josuke feels the broad flat of his tongue drag across his nipple. He shivers and tangles his fingers in the short crop of hair at the back of Okuyasu’s head to yank him off. Okuyasu’s teeth scrape against his nipple again and it makes Josuke jerk, his mouth falling open around a gasp.
Okuyasu’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, shiny with spit. He pants, hot and heavy into the space between them. Josuke swallows as he takes in his disheveled appearance; his face is even redder than before, and his eyes have gone glassy and unfocused. Shit, he’s out of his fucking mind. Forget having a chat with Mikitaka, Josuke’s going to kill him.
“Okuyasu,” Josuke tries again, making his voice as clear as he can. “You gotta stop–chill out, man–”
Okuyasu wheezes, straining to come closer, to get his mouth back on Josuke. “Just lemme!” He pounces on Josuke’s distraction by shoving his hands beneath his shirt, hot skin on skin. Josuke’s back bows when he feels those fingers dig into his waist, thumbprints against the dip of his ribcage. His arm shakes and he loses his grip on Okuyasu’s hair. Okuyasu smothers Josuke’s body with his own and finds a place against the column of Josuke’s neck to latch his mouth onto. He nibbles and licks every inch of skin he finds there and Josuke can’t help but shiver beneath the onslaught, every hard press of teeth against him, every hot breath.
Josuke really should–stop him, put up more of a fight. Okuyasu doesn’t really want to do this, and when he snaps out of it, he’s going to freak out. But…it feels good. Being touched, being manhandled, having a body pressing down against him. Josuke feels like a fucking degenerate because he’s enjoying this. He doesn’t really want Okuyasu to stop. Josuke grips the fabric of Okuyasu’s shirt on either side of his heaving chest just to give himself something to hold onto. But this way, he can feel the taut muscle shifting over the edges of Okuyasu’s ribcage. Okuyasu is so fucking solid beneath his hands; Josuke’s known for years how stacked his best friend is, but it’s different being under him, digging his fingers into his sides, getting to feel it.
Broad hands shove Josuke’s shirt up, up until the fabric bunches around his armpits, and then Okuyasu’s mouth is back on his nipple. Josuke bites his lip as he tries to stifle a sound of pleasure, his grip on Okuyasu’s sides tightening further, undecided on whether he should push him away or pull him closer. Okuyasu slides his hand across Josuke’s chest to pinch and roll his other nipple between rough, calloused fingers. Josuke squirms under his touch and groans, tearing his bottom lip to shreds with his teeth as Okuyasu works him up with ease.
Okuyasu breathes hotly against his skin, hips jerking as he humps Josuke’s leg, mindlessly chasing his own pleasure. He groans, something guttural in the back of his throat as he grinds his dick against the meat of Josuke’s thigh. He shudders, his whole body tensing and holy shit, did he just–
“Did you just–”
“Guh,” Okuyasu exhales like it’s been punched out of him. He rocks his hips with less fervor, giving only a few more half-hearted thrusts before he stops altogether. He drops like a sack of flour on top of Josuke, crushing him beneath his solid weight.
“Oof!” Josuke wheezes and tries to wiggle his way out from beneath him. If Okuyasu’s temporary insanity is over already, then Josuke really needs to get behind a closed door before Okuyasu comes back to himself and sees just how badly this whole thing has affected him. He doesn’t think he’d be able to live down the embarrassment; Okuyasu is the one who should be embarrassed, jumping Josuke like an animal, coming in his pants like a teenager–
Rough fingers dig into the waist of Josuke’s pants and grip the material tight enough that he can hear the fabric protesting.
“Wha–” Josuke meets Okuyasu’s eyes. They’re the same as before, wildly heart-shaped and hazy, but they’re no longer his usual earthy brown. Instead, his pupils have taken on a pink hue, like some bad CGI in a valentine’s day movie. Okuyasu reels back and scrambles upright to straddle Josuke’s waist, pinning him against the floor with his broad thighs. Josuke feels it before he sees it–the heavy line of Okuyasu’s dick, which is still hard and straining against his zipper. “Um–what the fuh–ah! Hey!”
Okuyasu tears Josuke’s belt from its loops and tosses it aside with zero finesse, a wild man on a mission. He rips Josuke right out of his pants and underwear before Josuke can even blink. Naked on the living room floor with Okuyasu hovering over him, Josuke yelps and tries to pull away. It doesn’t matter how good this feels because Okuyasu isn’t gay and Josuke doesn’t like him like that anyway, and he’d really prefer it if he didn’t lose his best friend over a goddamn piece of alien candy. He needs to put a stop to all this before it goes too far.
“Okuyasu!” Josuke shouts his name again as he bucks his hips, trying to get him off. He presses his palms against Okuyasu’s shoulders to push him away. Okuyasu doesn’t seem to even notice, tearing through Josuke’s defenses like a piece of tissue paper and diving in to smash their lips together. “Wait–mmph,” Josuke’s cut off by Okuyasu’s tongue pressing incessantly into his mouth. The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, Okuyasu’s pointed nose bumping against Josuke’s with his frantic movement. He tastes strongly of mint. Josuke doesn’t so much return the kiss as he suffocates in it. The forceful roll of Okuyasu’s tongue against his own, the way he licks at his teeth like a man desperate for a drink of water, it leaves him dizzy and struggling to gasp for air when Okuyasu pulls off him only a moment later.
Okuyasu doesn’t go far. He sucks at the sensitive skin just below Josuke’s earlobe and starts to work his way downward, dragging his tongue and teeth down Josuke’s chest. Josuke’s stomach quivers beneath each harsh breath and sharp nip of Okuaysu’s teeth. He pauses only briefly to dip his tongue into Josuke’s belly button while his broad hands grip Josuke’s thighs. He digs his thumbs into the creases where Josuke’s thighs meet his ass with intent, making Josuke’s back arch into it. Okuyasu doesn’t linger. He shuffles backwards to situate himself between Josuke’s spread legs, hands circling loose around Josuke’s ankles.
A fresh wave of heat burns Josuke’s cheeks and he tries to slam his naked thighs closed, but with Okuyasu sitting between them, there’s not much he can hide. Okuyasu groans, seemingly enjoying being crushed between them, which only makes Josuke’s face burn hotter.
Josuke curses. He’s overwarm, reeling beneath the inescapable attention Okuyasu is giving him. It’s getting harder to think straight and his brittle resolve is crumbling faster than a shortbread cookie in someone’s mouth. He shudders as Okuyasu’s fingers skate up his calves again and curl into the space behind his knees. Okuyasu forces his legs apart and bends down, puffing warm air against Josuke’s aching cock, but he doesn’t stop there. Those broad hands slide along his skin again, thick fingers digging into the meat of his asscheeks, thumbs spreading him open.
“Wait!” Josuke shouts, kicking his leg out in pure reflex. Okuyasu’s grip tightens, and then the slick heat of his tongue is pressing hot against his asshole. Josuke drops his skull against the floor with a thunk as an unholy sound rips its way out of his throat. “Shi–fuh–don’t do that–st–ah!” He can’t get his tongue to work, but Okuyasu doesn’t seem to be having the same issue. Okuyasu laps at him, the sound wet and noisy; Josuke shivers and curls his fingers around the closest thing he can reach, the leg of the coffee table. A lifeline. The wood creaks beneath his grip as Okuyasu’s tongue dives inside him, undulating slowly, then faster, pressing against his insides and opening him up. The hard stab of Okuyasu’s nose against Josuke’s perineum makes him feel even more feverish, Okuyasu’s face pressed so tightly against his body. Josuke’s cock twitches and drips onto his own stomach, fully hard and begging for attention.
Okuyasu groans against him, and Josuke feels the vibration rattle all the way up his spine and down to his fingers and toes. “Fuhhh,” Josuke whines and clenches his eyes shut. The heat in his belly begins to simmer, growing hotter and more in danger of boiling over the longer Okuyasu eats him out. He hesitantly rests his free hand against the soft swell of his stomach, gently massaging his fingers into that little bit of pudge he’s never managed to rid himself of, so close to his aching cock.
He could–he can get off like this, just take himself in hand and go to town. Okuyasu’s tongue is dangerously close to finding that pleasure spot inside him that every near miss makes his toes curl. It wouldn’t be so terrible if Josuke came, would it? Okuyasu already did; it’s not Josuke’s fault this is happening, and it’s hardly fair that Josuke has to be the martyr in a situation he didn’t even start. It’s not wrong if he jerks himself off to it. Even as he wraps a hand around himself, he’s not so sure, but his brain is too scrambled to think any more about it. Josuke strokes his cock, moaning softly at the feel of finally touching himself.
The pleasure is fleeting. Almost as soon as he gets a hand around himself, Okuyasu pulls his tongue away. “Mm?” Josuke whines in confusion and tries to rock his hips back against Okuyasu’s face. Okuyasu doesn’t let him; teeth graze against his inner thigh, and Okuyasu forcibly drags him up to his knees and shoves him front-first against the couch.
“Wha–” Josuke is cut off by Okuyasu pushing his face into the couch cushion. It muffles him, and all he can do is breathe in the lingering scent of febreeze he’d sprayed it down with earlier. Okuyasu presses right up behind him, the heat of his body covering Josuke like a blanket, and his hard and leaking cock sliding between his ass cheeks. “Wait–wait–” Josuke flinches and scrambles for purchase against the cushion. He reaches behind himself to try and push Okuyasu back, put some space between them, even as the idea of Okuyasu fucking him sends a fresh wave of arousal straight through him. It’s–this has already gone way too far. Josuke needs to be responsible and end it.
Okuyasu’s hand closes tight around his wrist, the pain of it making Josuke gasp. He presses Josuke’s arms into the couch cushion above his head, holding him by the wrists with one hand. The show of easy strength has Josuke swallowing hard, that tug in his navel pulling almost unbearably tighter. Okuyasu rocks his hips, rutting his cock between Josuke’s cheeks, the head catching against his fluttering asshole teasingly. Josuke grasps at the couch cushion for dear life. He should stop Okuaysu, have Crazy Diamond pull him off and hold him down until whatever the hell this is wears off–
A hand grabs his ass cheek and Josuke hesitates, breath getting stuck in his throat as the hot, heavy weight of Okuyasu’s cockhead presses against his hole with intent. Crazy Diamond sparkles into being just in time for Okuyasu’s cock to split Josuke open in one smooth motion. He chokes on the breath he’d been holding instead of breathing it and Crazy D shimmers away just as quickly as he’d appeared. The sting of Okuyasu’s hips slapping against Josuke’s ass makes him gasp and jolt forward, his spine going stiff. “Fuck,” Josuke curses. His body throbs around the intrusion, his muscles instinctively locking up even as he tries his best to keep them relaxed, knowing it’ll hurt too much if he doesn’t.
Okuyasu moans in his ear. Deep and guttural. It’s the hottest fucking thing Josuke’s ever heard; his eyelids flutter and his cock twitches where it’s trapped between his thighs and the side of the couch.
Okuyasu draws his hips back along with nearly every inch of his hard length and Josuke winces at the unpleasant friction. It could be worse, if Okuyasu hadn’t shoved his tongue in him first, or his cock wasn’t leaking so much, Josuke might be in serious trouble. As of now, the burn is right on the edge of too much, which Josuke kind of likes. Okuyasu thrusts back into him, hitting him balls deep, and all coherent thought flies right out of his head. Josuke’s mouth falls open and he only barely manages to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming out of it by smothering himself with the couch cushion, which swims in and out of focus until Josuke squeezes his eyes shut.
He gives himself into the feeling of being fucked raw. His skin prickles with sweat, his stomach quivers with every hard thrust, and his erection, trapped against the side of the couch twitches from what little friction it’s getting. The knife’s edge of pain and pleasure makes his toes curl. He’s staining the upholstery. There’s nothing to be done about it now, so he drools into the cushion instead.
Okuyasu’s voice is low and husky against Josuke’s ear, the heat of his panting breath against the side of his neck making Josuke shudder. “Sorry,” Okuyasu mutters over and over, groaning even as he holds Josuke down with a rough grip that Josuke knows he’ll bruise from, and fucks him almost like a punishment. “Josuke,” he whines between his whimpered apologies, “I can’t–I gotta–you feel so good–mmgh–” He muffles himself by sinking his teeth into the curve of Josuke’s shoulder. The sharp prick of his canines makes Josuke shake and his eyelids flutter. He gasps, mortifyingly high-pitched and needy as his back bows in an unconscious plea for more abuse.
Ohh fuck, forget pretending this didn’t happen once it’s over–Josuke’s never going to be able to look Okuyasu in the eye again without remembering how his dick feels inside him, how his mouth feel against shoulder. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip and tries not to sob when Okuyasu’s next thrust drags hard against his prostate. He’s going to come. The tension in his gut is stringing itself tighter and tighter, like a piano wire ready to snap. The scrape of Okuyasu’s teeth as he pounds into him, the uncompromising way their bodies keep meeting, loud and embarrassingly lewd in the otherwise quiet apartment, it’s all making him lightheaded and feverish, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
He comes hot and sudden, pleasure radiating from his navel and spreading through him with the force of a wildfire. His stomach quivers, muscles going taut as Okuyasu fucks him through his orgasm, prolonging the sensations until Josuke’s eyes start to water. He pants into the couch and spills wet and messy against the upholstery and his own stomach. Josuke’s skin tingles, sweaty and euphoric, his mind wiped blank aside from the pleasure haze of maybe one of the best orgasms he’s ever had.
Once it starts to ebb, and the burning heat dims from overwhelming pleasure to leap past the line of discomfort, Josuke whimpers. His fingers shake and his thighs tremble as he tries to keep some semblance of stability, but he’s pretty sure if it wasn’t for Okuyasu, his ass would be on the floor by now.
“Just–little more,” Okuyasu grunts into Josuke’s ear, finally pulling off his abused shoulder. He apologizes again even as his pace goes from punishing to downright cruel and he chases his own release even more forcefully than before. “Gonna come, fuck, gonna fill you up.”
Josuke does his best to hold on as Okuyasu fucks him straight into oversensitivity. Every hard thrust makes him shudder and squirm, wanting to get away but being unable to escape, held in place by rough, heavy hands. He keeps his face buried in the couch and does his best to rock back, to squeeze down, anything to get Okuyasu there faster, because Josuke’s pretty sure if this goes on too much longer he might actually die.
“St–huhh, Okuyasu,” Josuke hiccups, his voice coming out muffled, small and brittle. His cock aches where it’s trapped, raw from too much friction as it starts to soften. “Hurry up,” he groans.
Okuyasu thrusts into him and stops abruptly, seated balls deep, grinding his cock inside him. Josuke twitches and gulps down air, wincing as his prostate is abused. The wet clumps of his eyelashes brush against his overheated cheeks as he presses his face as deep into the cushion as it’ll go. Okuyasu thrusts turn slow and purposeful, but still hard enough to force the air out of Josuke’s lungs and make his ass sting when their bodies meet. Okuyasu moans, a full-bodied tremor that threatens to shake Josuke apart. His cock jerks when he finally comes and does just as he promised, filling Josuke with his release.
Once he’s spent, Okuyasu covers Josuke’s body with his own again, the hand not holding his wrists slips between the couch and around Josuke’s waist almost possessively. It makes Josuke collapse, all that wound up tension in his spine coming loose as he melts against the couch and tries to calm the rabbit pulse of his heart and remember how to breathe. He’s not sure how long they sit there, sweaty and out of breath, Okuyasu pressing his weight down onto him, before his brain starts to come back online.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, they really did that. Josuke really let that happen. Okuyasu’s cock is still buried in his ass and he can’t feel his damn legs under him and he just fucked his best friend. Alien candy or not, there are just some things you don’t come back from. He can only hope Okuyasu remembers absolutely none of this–maybe he’s so out of it Josuke can tell him he’d fallen asleep, had a crazy dream. It could work. Okuyasu’s believed stupider things.
His train of thought is blown clear off the tracks when Okuyasu grunts and pulls out of him. Josuke has to bite his lip to keep from gasping. He’s sore all over and feels embarrassingly loose and empty without Okuyasu inside him. He shudders and cranes his neck to look behind him, bracing himself for Okuyasu to have a meltdown.
Except Okuyasu doesn’t look freaked out; his gaze, Josuke realizes with a jolt, is locked between Josuke’s legs, brows furrowed. Okuyasu releases the grip he’s got on Josuke’s arms and presses the pad of his thumb against Josuke’s abused asshole. Josuke winces and jerks forward, away from the touch, but Okuyasu grips his cheek hard in his other hand to force him still. He looks up at Josuke, who swallows, nerves fraying with anxious energy when he realizes Okuyasu’s eyes aren’t back to normal yet. Those heart-shaped irises flick downward again.
Okuyasu relents his teasing and drags Josuke off the couch by his waist.
“Uh–!” Josuke narrowly manages to keep his head from cracking against the floor when Okasuyu manhandles him there. Sweaty cheek to the floorboards and ass in the air, Josuke barely has time to realize what’s happened before Okuyasu grabs him by the hips and sinks into him again. “Nngh!” Josuke’s mouth falls open; how the fuck is Okuyasu still hard? “Wait–ahh, shit, wait, I just came, I can’t–ah!”
Okuyasu grunts an apology again as snaps his hips.
“Fuhh.” Josuke jerks with the impact and drools into the hardwood flooring. Yeah, definitely going to kill Mikitaka. After…after this thing gets out of Okuyasu’s system.