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“Hey, wait!” Josuke shouts as the Stand user they’d been tracking down all day spots them and takes off at a sprint. She shoves her way through the crowd along main street in the direction of the train station. “Okuyasu, go around! We’ll catch her in the middle!”

It’s rush hour and the crowd is bustling. Elementary kids zip around him, laughing and chasing each other as they head home from school. Housewives and aunties with their shopping bags full of food for tonight’s dinners idle along the street to smoke and gossip. A wave of businessmen in dark suits spills out of the station and right into Josuke’s path. He nearly loses their Stand user among them while he squeezes his way through, harried excuse me’s and sorry’s falling out of his mouth even as he takes more than one briefcase to the knee.

The congestion thins once he makes it to the train platform. Josuke jumps on the sliver of an opening, and breaks into a run, his thighs burning with the extra effort. He’s nearly got her, just a few paces behind, and he stretches his arm out, fingers brushing the back of her t-shirt—

A flash of purple cuts through Josuke’s vision. Something vaguely humanoid, long-limbed and sparkling appears between them. Her Stand. Koichi had described it to them earlier. Its range was short, no more than five meters, and it didn’t seem to be a power-type, but the SPW had never seen it in action and had no record of its actual abilities. Its eyes shine icy blue and it screams at him, winding up to strike.

Josuke summons Crazy Diamond and braces himself.

A blast of frigid water knocks him on the back foot, chilling him to the bone like he’d just been tossed into a lake in the middle of January. The shock of cold forces the air from his lungs. He scrubs a hand over his face and squints through the water clinging to his eyelashes. The Stand is gone and so is the girl.

“Shit!” he curses. The commuters give him a wide berth, most not even glancing his way, save for an elderly woman who gives him a look so nasty it would give even his mom a run for her money. Josuke drops his hands to his sides and mutters an apology, fat droplets of water cascading down his arms and dripping off his fingertips. His hair falls in thick, wet curtains around his face, his hairstyle completely ruined.

Okuyasu bursts through the stream of the crowd a moment later, out of breath. “Josuke!” he shouts, “I didn’t see her. Where…where did…” His voice dies in his throat, eyes going so wide they look like they might pop out of his skull.

“Yeah.” Josuke scowls. “I lost track of her. She used some kind of water power.” He shivers, the chill clinging to him along with his drenched clothing. “But I don’t think it really did anything.” Aside from ruining his day.

“But,” Okuyasu says, pointing a finger at him, “you…you’re…”

“What?” Josuke snaps, shaking the excess water from his hands. “Spit it out, dude!”

Okuyasu, Josuke realizes, isn’t really looking at him. His line of sight is lower.

Furrowing his brows, Josuke looks down.

The first thing he notices is that he can’t see his feet. The second is that he appears to be looking at cleavage, a window of pale skin inside his shirt. There’s a roundess to his chest that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Breasts.

He’s staring at a pair of breasts. He’s never seen any at this angle before but they’re definitely boobs, and they appear to be attached. To him.

“Wh-what the fuck!” he shouts. He pats his chest frantically with clawing panic. He squeezes the breasts, which his favorite yellow tank top has stretched around to accommodate. They’re soft, squishy beneath his palms. It hurts when he squeezes them a little tighter. Yup. Definitely attached. The touch is muffled through the thin layer of his shirt, but there’s something else, something sturdier beneath it. Is…is he wearing a bra?!

His thumb catches the strap of his shirt, and he realizes it hasn’t just stretched out, it’s an entirely different piece of clothing. Delicate spaghetti straps have replaced the wide bits of fabric that covered the juncture between his neck and shoulders. Another strap cuts a diagonal line across his chest and holds a little cross-body bag against his hip. Purse, his mind supplies helpfully. Sliding his hands lower, Josuke feels the hem of his shirt stop short, just above his belly button, revealing his midriff to the entire world. And then, as if on cue, a gentle breeze between his (bare!) legs ruffles the sopping knife pleats of the thigh-length skirt that’s taken the place of his casual summer pants. The final piece of his new outfit is a pair of Louis Vuitton flats that he doesn’t own.

“What the fuck!” he shouts again in utter disbelief, his voice sharp, a whole octave higher than normal.

“You’re a girl,” Okuyasu breathes. Josuke snaps his head up to glare at him and doesn’t miss the way his eyes rove across his body, like he’s trying to commit it all to memory. He’s not the only one staring. Around them, the businessmen who had previously been avoiding eye contact now leer openly as they pass, while the women cast looks of disdain or giggle behind their hands. Josuke’s face burns.

“Shut up,” he hisses at Okuyasu. “Shut up! Don’t say another fuckin’ word! We have to find that Stand user!” He practically shoulder checks Okuyasu in his rush to get around him, leaving wet footprints in his wake as he runs in the direction he’d last seen the Stand user.

—

They spend the better part of the next two hours searching every street corner, alleyway, and gift shop in the main plaza. Josuke even checks the rooftops, but there’s no sign of her. Just poof, gone, as if they’d never bumped into her at all.

“What am I gonna do?” Josuke moans into his hands as he paces back and forth in Okuyasu’s bedroom. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do?”

“Koichi’s still out lookin’ for her,” Okuyasu says from his seat on the bed. “He’s got the SPW on it, too. They’re gonna find her, man, don’t worry—”

“Easy for you to say!” Josuke snaps, whirling on him, his skirt fluttering, “you still have your dick!”

Okuyasu raises his hands in surrender, his shoulders hunching, eyes wide.

“I can’t—I can’t go home like this!” Josuke gestures to himself. “My mom’s going to lose her fucking mind!” He can explain away a lot of Stand bullshit, but this is a step too far, even for him.

“She ain’t gonna know!” Okuyasu says, “Koichi’s gonna find her real soon I bet—”

“What if he doesn’t?” Josuke scrubs a hand across his face. “We couldn’t find her; we already looked everywhere!” He kicks off one shoe, then the other. They thump against the bedroom wall. “What if I’m stuck like this forever?!”

For the hundredth time since they made it back to Okuyasu’s house, Josuke turns toward the dirty, floor length mirror and touches his face. He frowns at his reflection, at the girl who stares back at him.

The Josuke in the mirror is both familiar and not; the shape of his face is largely unchanged but softer, his jawline less pronounced, his cheeks rounder. His hair, dry now, hangs past his shoulders, longer than usual but just as shiny and voluminous. His eyes are still clear and blue, but the dark eyelashes framing them seem to be just a little longer. He forces himself to smile and watches his cheeks dimple, just as they always have.

It’s weird as fuck, how much he still looks like himself, as if he’d simply been born a girl. What the hell kind of Stand power is this? It doesn’t seem like much help in a fight, maybe more useful as camouflage or something.

“Oh my god.” Josuke turns toward Okuyasu. “You think she…can just switch bodies whenever? Maybe that’s why we couldn’t find her. Or, them? They must have swapped after they hit me!”

“Ohh.” Okuyasu casts his eyes toward the ceiling like he’s really thinking hard about it. “Yeah, maybe! Damn, we oughta let Koichi know.”

Josuke crosses the room and collapses into the spot beside him with a heavy sigh. He rubs his temple and stares down at his skirt and all the skin it doesn’t cover. He’s dressed well for summer, just as he had been before the swap.

As the initial shock wears off, Josuke finds himself able to think with a clearer mind. Okuyasu is right: they should let Koichi know. If Josuke still looks this much like himself, it’s probably the same case for the Stand user. While they hadn’t really had any remarkable, stand-out features…the SPW could no doubt get their hands on the security camera footage at the train station.

The SPW would find them. They would.

“Yeah,” he says, taking a deep, calming breath, “Yeah, we need to call him. I need to call my mom too, tell her I’m not gonna be home tonight.” Hopefully the SPW nabs the Stand user quickly; Josuke’s mom is used to him staying over at Okuyasu’s on short notice, but too many nights in a row will make her suspicious. Besides that, Josuke doesn’t exactly have unlimited paid time off at work; if he gets fired again, his mom’s really gonna let him have it.

Okuyasu calls Koichi on his cell and fills him in without the dirty details. He makes up an excuse as to why he and Josuke can’t meet up with him at the cafe while Josuke picks at the sparkly polish on his nails. Even as he talks into the phone, Josuke can feel Okuyasu’s eyes on him, and when he glances over, he catches him staring at his chest.

Josuke shifts in his seat and blocks Okuyasu’s view with his arm. That seems to startle him out of it and he ends the call with Koichi, snapping his cellphone shut. “Okay, he’s gonna keep lookin’,” he says, looking everywhere but at Josuke, “You uh, gonna call your mom?”

“Ugh. Yeah.” Josuke reaches for his pocket, where his phone should be, only for his palm to press flat against his thigh. His skirt doesn’t have any pockets. He eyes the cross-body bag on the floor, where he’d thrown it earlier in a fit of minor hysterics. It’s embarrassing having to snatch it off the floor to get his cellphone, but Okuyasu doesn’t say anything about it. Josuke sits back on the bed and dials his mom.

As the line rings, he catches Okuyasu staring at his chest again from the corner of his eye. Before Josuke can tell him to knock it off, his mom picks up.

“Hello?”

A bolt of anxiety straightens Josuke’s spine when he hears her voice. Dammit, he should have made Okuyasu call for him. She’s going to notice something’s off, something’s wrong, and Josuke will fold like a lawn chair if she presses him on it.

“Ah, hey mom,” Josuke manages, keeping his voice low in the hopes that she won’t notice the pitch change.

“Josuke?” Mom asks, “What’s going on? You sound weird.”

“N-nothing!” Josuke barks, “nothing’s going on! I just—I don’t know, bad cell reception, or something…um, listen, I’m not gonna be home for dinner…”

“Seriously?” she says, “I’ve been making curry all day.”

“Sorry.” Josuke winces. “Something came up with, um, Okuyasu.”

Whose eyes Josuke can still feel on him. It makes his palms sweat. He wipes it off on the fabric of his skirt.

“Is he okay?” Mom asks, “Does he need anything?”

“No, no. He's okay. I’m just going to stay the night at his house ‘cause he needs some company.”

“Are you sure? He’s right down the street you know, you could both just come here for dinner. Or I could bring it over there—”

“No!” Josuke shouts, his heart rate increasing tenfold. “No. No, that’s okay. We already ate. We’re good, seriously. I’ll see you tomorrow after work, okay?”

“Well, hold on—”

“Okay, see you then! Love you, bye!” Josuke snaps the phone shut and stares at it for a moment, half-expecting it to ring again. When it doesn’t, he lets out a shaky breath and sets it on Okuyasu’s night stand like it might explode.

With that crisis out of the way, Josuke turns back toward Okuyasu, who gives him a thumbs up.

“She buy it?” Okuyasu asks.

“Uhh, not really,” Josuke says, “just…well, if the doorbell rings, don’t answer it maybe.”

Okuyasu nods. “Sure.” His eyes drop to Josuke’s chest. “Yeah.”

Josuke punches him in the arm. “Quit fucking starin’ at them!” he snaps, “like this doesn’t feel shitty enough already. I know you’ve seen a pair of boobs before!”

“Ow!” Okuyasu sways with the punch and rubs his bicep. “S-sorry!” He flicks his eyes up toward the ceiling instead, a red flush creeping up his neck. “I just never seen ‘em on you before.”

“No shit, asshole!”

“Sorry!” Okuyasu says, “I just mean. You uh. You make a really hot girl, dude. It’s hard not to stare, okay!”

Josuke pauses, his fist freezing an inch from Okuyasu’s arm. His cheeks warm and his stomach flips, wholly unprepared for the compliment, especially from Okuyasu of all people. He squints with suspicion. “Quit makin’ fun of me.”

“I’m not!” Okuyasu insists, eyes darting toward Josuke, and then back to the ceiling, “I’m serious, man. I know you’re thinkin’ the same thing, you were checkin’ yourself out in the mirror for like ten minutes!”

“I wasn’t checking myself out!” Josuke says. Sure, he noticed that he was good-looking, but he notices that every day. “You try getting body swapped and not staring at yourself!”

“Okay, okay!” Okuyasu raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’ll quit lookin’...”

“Good!”

A heavy silence fills the space between them. Josuke crosses his arms, uncrosses them, glances around Okuyasu’s room for something else to talk about, something else to do, with growing desperation. A hot girl. Okuyasu’s voice floats through his mind despite his best efforts to block it out. Really hot.

Josuke looks down at himself. His chest is dangerously close to popping out of his shirt, and knowing himself, that’s no accident. Push-up bras and short skirts and sparkly nail polish; it’s all the flashy shit Josuke would be wearing all the time if he were a girl for real. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before, how much easier parts of his life would be if he’d been born a girl instead of a boy. He wouldn’t have had to justify wanting his ears pierced when he was eleven or shame-facedly come out to his mom in his second year of high school because she’d found a dirty magazine under his bed.

If he were a girl, his stupid little crush on Okuyasu would be less of a problem; he’d probably have the guy wrapped around his finger by now. It would be so easy.

Josuke isn’t a girl though, and Okuyasu is straight as an arrow. He likes long hair and soft curves, tits and pussy and…and…

Josuke has all of those things right now.

He glances at Okuyasu, who has his hands clasped loosely together, his entire face beet red as he stares down at his feet.

A hot girl. The words ring in Josuke’s ears again and a really stupid idea forms in his head.

Josuke clears his throat. Okuyasu lifts his head and glances at him.

“Out of curiosity,” Josuke says, straining to keep his voice neutral, “what do you like about…?” He gestures to his body. “Is it just the boobs, or?”

“Uh.” Okuyasu shifts his weight and sits up straighter. His eyes never leave Josuke’s, despite how much he’s clearly struggling against the urge to let them travel further south.

“Not a trick question. I’m just curious about what makes me hot. As a girl, I mean. Since, y’know, they’re not really my…area of expertise.”

Okuyasu swallows hard. “Oh…uh…no it ain’t just the boobs. I mean I like ‘em. A lot. Yours are…”

“You,” Josuke says, his cheeks warming, “you can look while we’re talkin’ about it.”

Okuyasu’s eyes drop in an instant, pupils blown. “Big,” he finishes lamely, “and they look…soft.”

“That’s all?" Josuke laughs nervously. “You like any girl with big boobs?” This isn’t a shock to him; Okuyasu has never exactly been shy about his preferences, which celebrities he thinks are hot, which ones he wants to fuck. They’re mostly conventionally attractive, which isn’t really a dig. Josuke is guilty of being shallow, too.

“No, not any girl,” Okuyasu huffs. A wrinkle forms between his brow and he looks like he can’t decide if he’s being made fun of or not. “I mean if it’s just for…ya know, gettin’ off, sure.”

Josuke exhales through his nose, his mind providing him an image in perfect clarity of Okuyasu jerking off to a picture in a magazine as soon as the words leave his mouth.

“But uh…I like other stuff, too,” Okuyasu says, dragging Josuke’s thoughts away from where they’d been teetering dangerously over the gutter, “small waists ‘cause I like puttin’ my hands on ‘em…thick thighs, long legs…” His eyes travel down Josuke’s body as he names each part, like he’s checking things off a list. “Man, your legs are really long.”

Josuke looks at them. “I don’t think they’re any longer than usual…”

“Guess I never really noticed before,” Okuyasu says, shrugging one shoulder, “you don’t usually wear uh…” He points idly to Josuke’s skirt, the barest hint of his fingertip skimming across his thigh.

Josuke shivers beneath the light touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Skirts, yeah,” he says around his tongue, which suddenly feels too big for his mouth.

“Or shorts,” Okuyasu adds.

The lump in Josuke’s throat makes it hard to swallow. Okuyasu’s touch lingers on his skin like a dying ember. “Um,” he says, licking his lips, “is…is there anything else?”

Okuyasu’s flush extends to the tips of his ears. “What’dya wanna know this shit for, anyway?” he mutters.

Josuke opens his mouth, but he doesn’t have an excuse at the ready. “I,” he says, eyes darting around the bedroom for an idea, anything to keep from sitting here mouth breathing. An empty beer can lying beside Okuyasu’s trash bin catches his eye. “It’s good to know, ‘cause then it makes it easier to play wingman for you next time we go out.” He quirks his lips.

Okuyasu’s eyes drop to them. “Lips,” he says like it was punched out of him, “uh…they’re good, too. Don’t really care what…like, size they are, I guess. But I like it when girls put lipgloss on ‘em.”

Giddiness bubbles in Josuke’s stomach and he bites his lip to hide his smile. It’s hard not to preen beneath Okuyasu’s observations. “That’s a lot of things to like,” Josuke says, his heart beating a mile a minute, “so…if you were to compare me to other girls, maybe your exes or something…” He isn't usually the type to fish for compliments, he’s never really needed to, but he wants to hear what else Okuyasu has to say. “How do I stack up?”

“Fuck, dude,” Okuyasu says. He rubs the back of his neck, his eyes falling predictably back to Josuke’s chest. “I mean, you’re…yeah. Definitely hotter. They were hot, but you’re like…in a whole other league, you know? I mean, I know you know. You got girls askin’ for your number at gay bars.”

When Okuyasu’s eyes linger on his breasts, Josuke can’t help but arch his back, just a little, to display himself. Okuyasu’s eyes widen a fraction. It feels a bit like a superpower. “You can’t stop staring at my chest,” Josuke says. His palms start to sweat. “Um. Are they…how do they compare?”

“They’re definitely bigger.” Okuyasu chokes. “I dunno if they’re…better without um…like, seein’ em. I guess.”

Oh. They’re in dangerous territory now. Josuke can, and probably should pump the brakes here, because really, what is the endgame? He likes the compliments, he likes watching Okuyasu get all worked up (even if the body making him that way isn’t exactly his own) but does he want to push it further than that? Would Okuyasu want to take it further?

Call him greedy, or selfish, or fucked in the head, but Josuke wants to find out.

“Do you want to?” he asks, heart in his throat.

“Huh?” Okuyasu blinks at him. “Wanna what?”

“See them?”

Okuyasu shuts his mouth with an audible click. His nostrils flare, eyes going impossibly wider. It takes him a good five seconds to get any words out. “I th-thought you didn’t want me to…”

“I changed my mind,” Josuke says. He slides one hand along his exposed middle and tucks his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt before he can chicken out. “You want to see them or not?”

“Yeah,” Okuyasu says in a rush as he twists in his seat, “yeah, I wanna see.”

“Okay,” Josuke says, and then he pulls his shirt up, over his chest, where he briefly struggles with it, the fabric tight. Embarrassment warms him from the inside out, but Okuyasu doesn’t seem to care, or even notice, so Josuke keeps going. As soon as he’s free of the shirt and tossed it to the floor, Okuyasu’s eyes are on him. They rove over every inch of his freshly bared skin, which prickles beneath the heat of his gaze. Josuke’s heartbeat thunders in his ears, so loud he’s afraid Okuyasu can hear it.

There’s one last piece of clothing covering Josuke’s chest. The push-up bra is lavender, but otherwise fairly plain, nothing to get worked up about. That doesn’t stop Okuyasu’s wide-eyed, open-mouthed staring. Josuke swallows. He really wants to give him the best view possible when this bra comes off. He climbs fully onto the bed and kneels to face Okuyasu, who follows suit and sits across from him.

Josuke’s fingers shake as he reaches behind himself. They brush along the silky fabric and he finds the metal clasp holding it together easily. It’s not as easy to unclasp it. He scrunches the elastic and tries to unhook it, but the metal slips through his fingers and he’s back to square one.

He startles as broad, warm hands envelop his sides. “Here,” Okuyasu murmurs, his face mere inches away, “I can…” Calloused fingers graze Josuke’s skin and a moment later, the pressure around his chest disappears. Okuyasu leans back and slips the bra off like someone who’s actually done it before.

All of Josuke’s bravado vanishes the second he’s fully bare. Without the support of the bra, his breasts have a heaviness to them he’s not expecting. His nipples, exposed to the air, begin to swell. He swallows and fists the sheets beneath him, barely resisting the urge to cover himself. He’s been shirtless in front of Okuyasu plenty of times, but this feels different, leagues more intimate. It’s impossible to look Okuyasu in the eye so he focuses on a point over his shoulder instead.

Okuyasu tosses the bra aside in his peripheral vision. Neither of them breathe a word. Josuke’s skin tingles with goosebumps while Okuyasu takes his fill of his bared breasts, and he does the best he can to relax under his scrutiny.

“It…uh.” Okuyasu clears his throat. “Can I touch ‘em?” he asks, sounding out of breath, “I can’t really compare without um…touchin’ them.”

Josuke’s stomach swoops. “Um…y-yeah,” he says, “If that makes it easier, sure.”

Okuyasu closes the distance and cups Josuke’s breasts in his palms. Josuke shivers despite the warmth of his touch, breath leaving him all at once. Arousal pools in his belly and it feels…different. Without a dick to get hard with, the heat simmers a little lower and seems to spill between his legs. It makes him hyper aware of the way his thighs are squeezed together.

The rough drag of Okuyasu’s thumbs across his nipples brings him shivering back to the moment, the thought slipping away entirely. His nipples have always been sensitive, but the intensity has him reeling. Maybe it’s because Okuyasu is the one touching him, or maybe it’s because he’s technically a virgin in this body. That thought makes him inhale sharply and tighten his grip on the sheets.

Okuyasu seems to take the sound as encouragement and presses his thumbs into Josuke’s nipples with more purpose, rubbing back and forth until they pebble beneath his touch. Josuke’s eyes droop, half-lidded as he sinks into the feeling like a warm bath. “S…so?” he mumbles, his mouth five steps ahead of his brain, trying to remember what the point of this was, “what…what do you think?”

There’s no reply from Okuyasu beyond an exhale of breath. He continues his fondling like it’s the most important task in the world, and maybe it is. He’s wearing that same tight-lipped, hazy-eyed expression as every man Josuke’s ever slept with, the one they get right before he puts his mouth on their dick or lets them fuck him: horny anticipation.

Josuke’s stomach quivers. “Okuyasu…” he sighs, eyes drifting shut.

The mattress shifts beneath them and Josuke jolts, eyes snapping open as Okuyasu closes his hot, wet mouth around his nipple. “Ah!” He grasps the back of Okuyasu’s head, not to yank him off, but to keep himself upright. The drag of Okuyasu’s tongue across his nipple tears a trembling moan from his throat.

Okuyasu sucks on Josuke’s breast with a groan and massages the other in his palm, pinching Josuke’s nipple. The stimulation makes Josuke’s skin tingle and the heat between his legs burn even hotter. Dizzyingly, he feels himself getting wet.

He shudders and struggles to push Okuyasu away. Okuyasu seems reluctant to move but when he does, the wet suck of his mouth pulling off Josuke’s skin is loud even over Josuke’s roaring heartbeat. His lips shine with saliva; the sight makes Josuke swallow hard, struck by the desire to close the distance and shove his tongue down his throat.

He doesn’t, but only because Okuyasu opens his mouth first.

“Sorry,” he mutters, one hand still on Josuke’s breast, “I shouldn’ta—”

“No, it’s okay,” Josuke says with urgency, voice low, “It…um, it feels good. I just…” Embarrassment creeps its way up his spine and he has to avert his eyes from Okuyasu’s intense gaze. “Is this like…okay?” he asks, “you know I’m not actually a girl.”

“Huh?” Okuyasu stares at him, eyes half-lidded. It seems to take him a moment to process that Josuke’s even said anything, let alone parse the meaning of his words. “Yeah,” he says, voice rough. He’s already squeezing Josuke’s breast again. “S’fine. Yeah?”

“Okay,” Josuke says, his stomach fluttering, “I just…want to make sure this isn’t going to make things weird. Between us, I mean.”

Okuyasu’s brows furrow. “Why would shit be weird?”

“Because we’re friends! And I’m not…like, are you going to freak out when I turn back to normal?”

“I don’t think we’re gonna be doin’ this when you’re a dude again,” Okuyasu says, and ouch, that one hurts.

“Right.” Josuke swallows. He kind of hates himself, because he doesn’t have enough dignity to stop right then and there, not when Okuyasu so clearly wants to continue.

“I ain’t gonna make it weird,” Okuyasu says, “so just don’t make it weird.” Like it’s the easiest damn thing in the world.

“O-Okay,” Josuke wheezes. He barely gets the word out before Okuyasu ducks his head to get his mouth on Josuke’s other breast this time. Fuck, it’s hot, has Josuke arching against him with a quiet gasp. Josuke decides to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach; he’s got Okuyasu in front of him, all over him, he should enjoy it for however long he’s got it. The scrape of Okuyasu’s teeth on his nipple gets him moaning again and he can’t think anymore anyway.

He doesn’t know how long they spend sitting there, but when Okuyasu finally lets off, they’re both breathing heavier. Josuke can’t help but whine at the loss. His nipples are pink and puffy from the attention, and he squirms when Okuyasu slowly rolls one between his fingers.

“Can I eat you out?” Okuyasu asks, eyes dark.

Josuke chokes, his stomach doing somersaults at the thought of having Okuyasu’s mouth between his legs. “Uh,” he manages through the fog of lust shrouding his higher brain function, “yeah.”

Okuyasu pulls away to give Josuke space to move, but his hands don’t leave Josuke’s skin for a moment. Those broad palms slide up his thighs as he struggles to scoot down the bed, his limbs sluggish. The movement rucks his skirt, bunching the fabric near his hips and covering a whole lot of nothing. He doesn’t get a chance to fix it; once he’s on his back, Okuyasu crawls between his legs like he belongs there and wow is he wide. All broad shoulders and thick, strong arms. It’s not like Josuke has never noticed before, but being under him is different. He swallows, overwarm, as Okuyasu looms over him.

“Wait,” Josuke says when Okuyasu reaches for the skirt’s zipper, “I don’t wanna be the only one with my tits out, that’s not fair.” He tugs at Okuyasu’s shirt. “Take this off.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.” Okuyasu flushes and practically rips off his t-shirt to toss it somewhere over his shoulder. Eyes widening, Josuke drinks in the view: his tanned skin, wide shoulders, and narrow hips, his toned stomach from weekly gym routines, and the trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waist of his pants. It makes his mouth go dry.

He doesn’t get to appreciate it for long. Okuyasu seems to have lost what little patience he had and instead of going for the zipper again, he simply shoves the skirt up and out of the way. Josuke leans up on his elbows to protest, but his words catch in his throat when Okuyasu brushes his thumb along the waistband of his underwear. A shiver runs down his spine and he squeezes his thighs together on pure instinct. As if it had been a slight against him, Okuyasu slides his hand—big, warm—between Josuke’s thighs and presses the width of his fingers flat along his—

“Shit, dude,” Okuyasu mutters, “you’re so wet.”

Josuke inhales, hips rocking into the broad pressure involuntarily. A wave of arousal rolls through him and converges where Okuyasu’s fingers are bleeding warmth. Why did those words turn him on so bad? That’s not a kink of his, at least he doesn’t think it is. He might have to chalk this one up to it being an Okuyasu thing again. There’s no time to dwell on it because Okuyasu’s pushing Josuke’s thighs apart, hooking his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, and slipping them off. They’re silky, purple, the same shade as his bra, Josuke notices dumbly as Okuyasu tosses them aside.

Okuyasu gets on his front between Josuke’s legs and circles his arms around his thighs. His breath is hot on Josuke’s arousal and their eyes meet briefly before Okuyasu closes the gap and sucks on Josuke’s clit.

“Uh! Oh my god,” Josuke gasps, throwing his head back, “fuh-fuck.” Okuyasu’s mouth is a searing heat, his tongue slick and wet against where Josuke’s already pretty wet himself.

Okuyasu’s groan is a rumbling tremor between Josuke’s legs where it threatens to shake him apart. He kisses Josuke’s cunt, sucks at every inch of sensitive skin he can get his mouth on, flicks his tongue against his clit, until Josuke is a writhing, moaning mess. Once Josuke starts to rock his hips, to try and get more, try to grind himself against Okuyasu’s startlingly talented mouth, Okuyasu slips his tongue lower and shoves it inside him. Josuke twitches, the sensation impossibly wetter than what he’s used to, and he takes it so easily it leaves him light-headed. Okuyasu buries his nose into Josuke’s skin, breathing hard as he thrusts his tongue.

“Oh god,” Josuke moans, his toes curling. He feels feverish, the skirt’s fabric bunching beneath him and clinging to his sweat-sticky skin. His chest stutters for breath when Okuyasu drags his tongue up to his clit again, the sound filthy and so loud it drowns out his own bitten-off moaning. It gets him even wetter and his clit throbs beneath Okuyasu’s attention. He’s already so worked up, but the feeling of orgasm building behind his navel is a surprise.

“Hahh,” Josuke whines, “Okuyasu. Shit, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” The grip on his thighs tightens and Okuyasu works his tongue faster, sucks at Josuke’s skin with more fervor, and that’s all it takes. Josuke’s mouth drops open around the high-pitched moan that’s ripped out of his lungs as his orgasm crashes over him like an avalanche. The pleasure is so bright, it’s difficult to breathe through it, like his body’s forgotten how to draw in air entirely. It makes his head spin and Okuyasu—Okuyasu keeps working his mouth like it’s his fucking job, drawing Josuke’s orgasm out until he’s got nothing left to give.

Even after he’s been wrung out, Okuyasu doesn’t stop, he doesn’t even slow down. The hazy pleasure takes a sharp turn into too much and Josuke arches his back in an attempt to pull away. “S-st—ahh—” he whimpers uselessly and grabs Okuyasu’s hair to try and push him off.

Okuyasu lifts his head from between Josuke’s legs. His mouth and chin are soaked and another unexpected wave of quiet arousal rolls through Josuke’s belly at the sight. God, he’s in trouble. Okuyasu sits up and lets Josuke’s shaking legs down before he drags the back of his hand across his face in a haphazard attempt to wipe away the mess.

“Where,” Josuke pants, “the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

“We ain’t all lucky enough to look like you,” Okuyasu says thickly, “some of us gotta work to get laid.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Josuke says, pressing his foot against Okuyasu’s chest as he tries to ignore the flutter in his stomach.

“Hey man, I just rocked your world,” Okuyasu says with a rakish grin, lips still shiny, his hair tousled and cheeks flushed red, annoyingly handsome. His hand circles around Josuke’s ankle and it looks small in his grip, almost dainty. Josuke has to look away. Who knew Okuyasu had confidence in bed? Josuke wonders how many times his ex-girlfriends and flings got to enjoy this and tries not to be jealous about it. He’s the one currently sprawled out in Okuyasu’s bed, after all.

“Well,” Josuke says, still trying to catch his breath, “it was…definitely different.”

“Yeah?” Okuyasu asks, sounding distracted. He tugs Josuke’s foot away from his chest and leans over him, their eyes meeting only briefly before Okuyasu's gaze travels down Josuke’s body. His fingers find Josuke’s zipper again and he tugs at it.

The intent has Josuke’s breath catching in his throat. “Mm, yeah,” he says, just to say something, “I’ve—I mean, I’ve gotten uh…eaten out before, but not…” His eyes drop to Okuyasu’s chest of their own accord. “Not um…there, obviously.” And somehow, none of those other times had been as good as this one.

Okuyasu shifts, sliding his knees a little wider and—oh, that’s a cock. The thick, hard line of it strains his pants to brush Josuke’s thigh.

Josuke bites his lip and thinks about it; Okuyasu on top of him, filling him up, fucking him into the mattress. He swallows, mouth dry as a desert, and looks up at Okuyasu from beneath his eyelashes.

“Hey,” he says, “you wanna fuck me?”

A full body tremor rolls through Okuyasu and his eyes snap to Josuke’s. “Yeah,” he says, voice low and hoarse.

With a smirk, Josuke lifts his hips. Okuyasu catches on fast; he nearly rips the skirt in his rush to unzip it and he’s not gentle about yanking it down Josuke’s legs. Once Josuke’s bare, Okuyasu leans to the side, away, reaching for the bedside table. Looking for a condom, maybe. Josuke snatches his wrist. “Don’t,” he says, “I wanna feel you.”

“Oh. Okay,” Okuyasu says, like the words have been punched out of him. He settles back between Josuke’s legs and then his fingers are gliding along his slick folds and teasing at his entrance. Josuke’s elbows slide out from beneath him and he collapses onto the mattress as Okuyasu sinks what feels like two fingers inside him, all the way to the knuckle. The slick sound that accompanies the penetration makes Josuke’s face burn and his legs shake.

Okuyasu plunges his fingers in and out of Josuke a few times, his palm bumping Josuke’s clit. It makes him twitch, still a little sensitive. “C’mon,” he says, “c’mon, c’mon.” He doesn’t need Okuyasu’s fingers, he needs his dick. Inside him, like right now.

Okuyasu curses, the tips of his ears turning red. He pulls his fingers free and doesn’t bother to wipe them clean before fumbling with his belt. Josuke watches him hastily undress, and bites his lip when Okuyasu shoves his pants and boxers down to reveal the rest of that happy trail, inch by glorious inch, until it finally ends at the V of his hips, where his cock springs free of its confines.

He’s thick. Uncut. Flushed red and already leaking pre-come. The real thing is a hundred times better than any fantasy Josuke’s ever had. He wonders how it would feel to have it in his mouth, under his tongue, what kind of face Okuyasu would make when he came down his throat. Maybe they’ll have time to explore that later. For now, Josuke shoves the thought out the window to focus on the present, where Okuyasu’s already making his wet dreams come to life.

“How uh.” Josuke licks his lips. “How do you wanna do this?” he asks, “like this, or…?”

Okuyasu discards the last of his clothing and settles back between Josuke’s legs. “Like this is. Uh. Good,” he mutters.

“Okay,” Josuke says.

“Okay,” Okuyasu echoes, voice low like he’s talking to himself rather than Josuke. There’s a beat of silence, of stillness, while he trails his eyes along the length of Josuke’s body, and then he’s moving again. He spits into his palm and slicks himself up with it before he leans forward and guides his cock to where they both want it most.

Josuke’s stomach quivers when he feels that hot, heavy pressure against his cunt. He inhales and fists the sheets as Okuyasu finds his entrance and starts to push in. Okuyasu’s cock feels bigger than it looks; the stretch is uncomfortable, borderline painful, and Josuke’s entire body throbs as Okuyasu sinks inside him, inch by inch. Josuke shudders and does his best to breathe through it, to keep himself relaxed and pliable.

Okuyasu groans. “Fuck, you’re really tight. Should I—?” He starts to pull out and that’s worse.

“No,” Josuke huffs, “no, keep going.”

Okuyasu nods jerkily. He pulls back a fraction of an inch, then thrusts all the way in. He bottoms out with a low moan, balls pressed tight to Josuke’s ass. It makes Josuke feel full, stuffed to the brim, and he pants as his body adjusts to the intrusion. It really does feel like a first time, like he’s actually losing his v-card to Okuyasu. He shudders as heat blooms low in his belly and radiates outward at the thought, making him clench tight around the hard length inside him.

Okuyasu slaps Josuke’s hip and digs his fingers into the soft flesh there. “Don’t,” he gasps, lifting his head to look at Josuke with blown pupils, “don’t do that.”

A shaky laugh spills from Josuke’s mouth. “No?” he asks, looking up at Okuyasu from beneath his eyelashes, “seems like you liked it.” He does it again, just to watch Okuyasu’s mouth fall open around a sharp inhale.

“Shit,” Okuyasu hisses and drops his head. He doesn’t give Josuke the chance to tease him again; he shifts his weight forward, planting his hands on either side of Josuke’s waist, bearing down on him and forcing his legs to splay outward.

Josuke twitches as Okuyasu’s cock grinds against his insides. “Ah, w-wait,” he whimpers. He’s not properly settled yet, Okuyasu still feels too big inside him, too tight.

“S-sorry.” Okuyasu freezes. “You just feel so fuckin’ good.”

It’s a little embarrassing how hot those words get him. Josuke trembles and grabs Okuyasu's arm, something to anchor himself, his entire body pulsing around the cock inside him. “Okay,” he says, barely breathing, “you can move, just…go slow.”

Okuyasu does not need to be told twice. He rocks his hips, pulling out slowly, just a few inches, before sinking back in to the hilt. He does it again, and then again, Josuke’s wetness easing the way until he builds up a steady rhythm. Each thrust is smoother than the last and soon the feeling of too much falls away and Josuke is left with nothing but satisfying fullness. He bites his lip and tries to commit the moment to memory: Okuyasu thrusting into him, the feel of his skin, searing hot everywhere they’re touching, the quiet moans spilling from Okuyasu’s mouth every time he sinks home, the satisfaction of the stretch and the fullness, the thick smell of the heated air, the creak of the old bedframe and sticky taste in his too-dry mouth. Every sensation in a snapshot, a picture he’s never gonna forget.

“Yeah,” Josuke slurs, breath hitching, “that’s good.” He hooks his ankles behind Okuyasu’s thighs to drag him closer. “Don’t stop.”

Hips stuttering, Okuyasu grunts. He slides one hand along Josuke’s thigh, digs his fingers into his skin, and lowers himself to rest on the elbow of his other arm. The sudden closeness makes Josuke swallow hard. Okuyasu’s mouth is a hair’s breadth from his own, his hot breath puffing against his face, and then Okuyasu drops his head and kisses his breast. Josuke arches into the wet heat of his mouth, quivering when Okuyasu drags his tongue across his nipple.

“Mnn,” he moans, “you, ah, really like those.”

Okuyasu sucks at his nipple in lieu of a response. The extra stimulation sends a fresh wave of heat through Josuke’s belly and he pants into the open air as Okuyasu works him over, the snap of his hips constant and uncompromising. “Mn!” He startles when Okuyasu squeezes his other breast and drags his palm across his nipple, the pressure just on the edge of pain. The rougher treatment makes him squirm; he’s always liked it when his partners get a little mean in bed and he can’t help but wonder how much rougher Okuyasu could get.

“O-Okuyasu,” Josuke whines, imagining all the things Okuyasu could do to him. Pin him down, wrap a hand around his throat, or get him on his hands and knees and pull his hair, shove his face into the mattress and use him. “Fuck—harder—”

Okuyasu moans into his breast, and Josuke feels the vibration through his ribcage. He lets off a moment later and sits back, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat. When he pulls out, it’s with a filthy, slick sound that has Josuke moaning softly. He clenches around the sudden emptiness, his entire body thrumming with want, heart pounding in his ears. His mouth drops open around a half-formed complaint, but Okuyasu’s warm hands find the back of his thighs and push them into chest, practically folding him in half in one quick move that leaves him disoriented with his toes pointing at the ceiling.

His hard cock drags hot and heavy between Josuke’s legs, gliding along his wet folds, teasing at his entrance. He repeats the motion, slow, like he’s making sure Josuke feels it, and he does, shivering and twitching in Okuyasu’s hold, air leaving him in a rush.

When Okuyasu pushes into him again, he’s not slow about it. He fills Josuke in one smooth motion, his balls slapping against Josuke’s skin. “Ah!” Josuke gasps, his entire body rocking with the force of Okuyasu’s hips. He isn’t given any time to settle, Okuyasu’s already pulling back out, gearing up for another thrust which he follows through on just as hard as the first.

“Oh my god,” Josuke moans as he claws at the bedsheets. Okuyasu’s grip on his thighs grows tighter, almost possessively so as he fucks him fast and rough. “Oh—oh fuck—fuck—”

“You look good like this,” Okuyasu says between pleasured grunts, “fuck, takin’ my cock like you were made for it.”

Dirty talk is the last thing Josuke expects to hear come out of Okuyasu’s mouth and he shudders in response. He wants to say something back, anything, but it’s hard to form sounds with his parched throat. A breathy “yeah” is all he can manage. His breasts bounce along with every hard thrust, up and down, and that is a new, and somewhat uncomfortable, sensation. He decides to take a page out of Okuyasu’s book and put his hands on them.

They are soft, and squeezing them feels almost as good as having Okuyasu’s mouth on them. Playing with his nipples lights a spark of pleasure between his legs, where his clit throbs for attention. Every now and again, Okuyasu’s belly brushes it, but the touch is so fleeting, more of a tease than anything. Josuke needs a firmer hand, and since Okuyasu is otherwise occupied, he slides his own down his chest and presses his fingertips to it. That small touch alone has him clamping down hard around Okuyasu, whose next breath comes out haggard. Not entirely familiar with his current anatomy, Josuke tries to do what feels good, tries to mimic what Okuyasu had done earlier with his mouth; he rubs his clit with his fingertips, but it’s so wet it’s hard to get the friction he needs.

The touch, even fumbling as it is, makes his spine stiffen and his stomach quiver. He moans, and the sound seems to get Okuyasu’s attention, who doesn’t pull out after his next thrust. Instead, he rocks his hips and grinds his cock into a spot inside Josuke that forces a guttural noise out of him and makes him writhe. Through the haze of lust, their eyes meet. Okuyasu’s dark gaze remains fixed on Josuke’s face as he moves, as he pulls out of him almost entirely, only his cockhead holding him open, and slams back in and grinds into that spot again. The pace is slower but no more gentle, deeper than before, more purposeful.

“Oku,” Josuke whines, out of breath. He has to squeeze his eyes shut to hide from the intensity of Okuyasu’s stare. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna come,” he says between the needy, high-pitched moans Okuyasu forces out of him with every plunge of his cock. Josuke rubs at his clit with clumsy fingers, rolls his nipple between his finger, pleasure burning bright in his gut.

“Yeah,” Okuyasu groans, nodding jerkily, “yeah, wanna feel you.”

Josuke gasps, his body arching toward Okuyasu. The low, rough tenor of Okuyasu’s voice, the unrelenting pressure on that spot inside him, it’s more than enough to get him there. He grinds his fingers into his clit and orgasm hits him hard, like running head first into a steel door. Pleasure bursts behind his navel and between his legs, radiating heat throughout his body, all the way down to his toes and back up again in buzzing waves. His mouth falls open around a drawn-out moan, punctuated by the sharp snap of Okuyasu’s hips, fucking him through it. Josuke feels himself squeeze around Okuyasu’s cock as he comes, his entire body throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The choked moan that spills out of Okuyasu’s mouth sends another lick of heat through his belly.

After what feels like an eternity, and at the same time not nearly long enough, the peak of his ecstasy passes. He wrings out every last drop of pleasure from his clit, until his touch becomes too much and makes him shudder, his muscles twitching. Josuke’s hand falls away as he goes boneless. His chest heaves, the sheets sliding beneath his sweaty back as Okuyasu continues to jostle him with his thrusting. A glance up at him through half-lidded eyes, catching the tightness of his jaw, the furrow in his brow, tells Josuke that he’s getting close too.

“Come on,” Josuke murmurs. He rocks his hips with lazy effort. “You gonna fill me up?”

Okuyasu moans and tightens his sweaty grip on Josuke’s thigh. Every slap of their skin meeting makes Josuke’s skin tingle, and he does his best to roll his hips, to squeeze around Okuyasu, to get him there faster. It draws all kinds of moans and whimpers out of him, gets him snapping his hips with more force, his focus shifting from Josuke to just getting off, chasing his own orgasm like Josuke’s a toy for him to use.

That probably shouldn’t light another spark of arousal in Josuke’s gut but it does, and he thinks, a little light-headed, that the sun hasn’t even gone down yet. They could do this again—they have the whole night ahead of them.

“Fuck, god,” Okuyasu squeezes his eyes shut as his hips lose their rhythm, his mouth making an ‘o’ as he comes, hitting deep and filling Josuke with his release. He lays himself across Josuke’s body, still thrusting his hips, making it last. Their noses bump and Josuke grabs him by the back of his sweaty neck and yanks him down to smash their lips together.

Okuyasu makes a wheezy sound of surprise but doesn’t pull away, and one lick across his bottom lip has him opening his mouth so Josuke can shove his tongue inside. He tastes like that Ramune he’d stolen from a vending machine earlier that day, and the cigarette he’d smoked afterward, also stolen. It’s a little like licking a scented ashtray, and Josuke should probably be disgusted by it, but he’s not.

Okuyasu’s hips go slack as he returns the kiss with fervor, meeting Josuke’s tongue with his own. Josuke’s hand roams across Okuyasu’s chest, his quivering stomach, to where he’s still buried inside. His fingers brush the wet base of his cock and with a choked gasp, Okuyasu breaks the kiss. His lips are kiss-bitten and raw, and it takes Josuke a good second to remember how to breathe.

“Uh, s-sorry,” Okuyasu mutters, face splotchy red. He pulls out, misconstruing Josuke’s touch entirely, and Josuke winces at the friction and the near immediate feeling of something leaking out of him. Shit, he really just let Okuyasu come inside him. Not even let him, fucking asked him to.

He’d let him do it again, too.

Okuyasu rolls off of him and flops onto his back; his bed isn’t really big enough for the two of them, and their sweaty skin sticks together. They lay there a few minutes, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling, the room suddenly shockingly quiet save for their heavy breathing filling the air.

“That.” Okuyasu breaks the silence first, as usual. Josuke hears him swallow. “That was uh…”

“Yeah,” Josuke agrees.

“Was it…I mean. Did you like it…in that body?” Okuyasu asks the ceiling.

Josuke turns his head to look at him. “I came twice, dude,” he says, “yeah, I liked it.”

“Cool, cool,” Okuyasu breathes out, his ears turning pink, “I—uh, I liked it too.”

“Yeah, I could tell,” Josuke snorts.

The light peeking through Okuyasu’s window glows golden with the promise of sundown. Josuke returns his eyes to the ceiling and, in the aftermath where he’s no longer distracted wholly by his desire for his best friend, considers what they just did. Sure, they said they wouldn’t be weird about it, but he knows things have changed between them. Forever. He is never going to forget how it felt to be underneath Okuyasu, how it felt to be filled by him, kissed by him. He’ll carry that until he’s dead, probably.

Dammit, he hates all this Stand bullshit. Not only is it ruining his regular life but it’s screwing up his love life too. Not once in the years he’s known Okuyasu has Josuke ever thought they’d actually be together, that he’d ever have an opportunity like this. Okuyasu is straight, after all. It wasn’t his male best friend he’d just nutted in; he talks like him, walks like him, but Josuke’s body is not the same. It’s not gay. It doesn’t count. But now all Josuke can think is: where the hell would they be if Josuke had been born like this? Would they be dating? Married? God, would his mom have grandkids?

The train of thought makes his head hurt and his hands sweaty. Straight people have it too easy, he thinks with an ounce of bitterness. He can’t even get legally married, not unless he wants to move out of Japan.

The mattress shifts beneath him as Okuyasu sits up, muttering something under his breath. Josuke isn’t sure how long he’d been spacing out there, but he shakes the lingering thoughts from his head and turns onto his side, pushing himself up on one elbow.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing Okuyasu’s thigh to keep him from going anywhere.

Okuyasu looks down at him. “Huh?”

Josuke should probably feel ashamed of himself. What was it he was just thinking? That his offensively straight best friend was ruining his life or something? It’s still true, but if Josuke is only getting this once, he’s damn well gonna take as much as he can get his greedy hands on.

“It was good, right?” he asks, trailing his fingers teasingly along Okuyasu’s inner thigh, dangerously close to his soft dick. “We could go again if you want. We don’t know how long I’m gonna be stuck like this, so…you know, may as well take advantage.”

Okuyasu freezes like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening.

“We really only did the one position,” Josuke says in a rush, muddling his way through what he hopes is a convincing argument, “but I wanna see how it is from behind, or if I was on top—”

“Okay,” Okuyasu wheezes, “yeah, for sure. If you wanna, yeah.”

Josuke grins, pleased with how easily Okuyasu gives in. He pats Okuyasu’s thigh, urging him to lie down, and like a dog coming to heel, Okuyasu flops back down on the mattress. Josuke presses himself along his side and slides his hand between Okuyasu’s legs. His fingers brush his soft dick and Okuyasu’s stomach quivers, his body tensing beneath the touch. Okuyasu huffs and tilts his head back, eyes closed, the long line of his neck an expanse of temptation. Josuke has never been great at resisting his impulses; he leans in close to kiss it, and at the same time, wraps his palm around Okuyasu’s dick.

Okuyasu sighs. His cock is slippery with their shared release, and Josuke works him slow, strokes him from base to tip, only half paying attention as he drags his tongue across Okuyasu’s neck. Okuyasu starts to get hard in his hand, filling out more with every stroke, every press of Josuke’s thumb to his slit. It’s easy, familiar. Josuke’s always been good at pleasing the men he tumbles into bed with, but when Okuyasu moans, cock twitching in Josuke’s hand, already half-hard again, he can’t help but preen. Warmth radiates in his belly and he strokes Okuyasu until he fills completely, flushed red and wanting.

With one last wet kiss to Okuyasu’s neck, Josuke pulls away and sits up. He licks his lips as he looks down at the spread before him: the rise and fall of Okuyasu’s broad chest, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallows, the way his pupils have dilated with renewed lust.

Josuke throws his leg over Okuyasu’s hip and straddles him. He reaches blindly for Okuyasu’s cock behind him; Okuyasu sighs when he finds it and grabs Josuke’s waist, gripping tight. Josuke guides Okuyasu’s length between his legs and the hot, slick glide of it along his cunt and clit makes him bite his lip. He repeats the motion a few times, smearing his own wetness along the shaft. Okuyasu’s grip around his waist gets tighter and tighter with each pass and his eyes wander from Josuke’s face to his breasts, then between his legs, back and forth, like he can’t pick the best place to look. Josuke warms beneath his gaze, greedy for it.

Unable to take the teasing any longer, Josuke positions the thick head of Okuyasu’s cock at his entrance and sinks down. The feeling of Okuyasu splitting him open is just as good the second time. There’s almost no resistance now, with how wet he is, how sloppy Okuyasu had fucked him earlier. Beneath him, Okuyasu’s entire body is stiff with tension and he exhales heavily when Josuke bottoms out. This position makes the penetration feel even deeper, and Josuke can’t help but clench around Okuyasu’s length inside him.

“Feel good?” he asks, a little out of breath, when Okuyasu groans.

“Y-yeah.” Okuyasu nods, arching his hips. “Really fuckin’ good…”

Josuke hums and tilts his weight forward, resting his hands on Okuyasu’s chest for leverage. He lifts his hips, pulling nearly off Okuyasu’s cock, feeling the slick drag of it against his insides, before dropping his weight back down. They moan in unison as Josuke takes all of him. He does it again, faster this time, and again, until he’s bouncing on Okuyasu’s lap. His breasts bounce along with him, and it’s a little uncomfortable, given how heavy they are. He doesn’t want to slow down though. Not with Okuyasu’s cock hitting him so deep, so good.

Large, warm hands grab his breasts and squeeze. Josuke’s mouth falls open around a panting laugh; right, of course Okuyasu can’t keep his hands off of them. Okuyasu kneading his flesh, plucking at his nipples, it gets him even wetter around his cock inside him.

“Okuyasu,” Josuke whines. He leans back to put his body on display and props himself up with his hands on Okuyasu’s thighs. The new angle has Okuyasu’s cock grinding hard into that pleasure spot inside Josuke every time he drops his hips. He bites his bottom lip as he moves, stifling the whines trying to escape his mouth.

As much as he wants to keep going like this, his thighs burn after just a few short minutes. All that running around earlier had really done a number on him, not to mention the round they’d just had before this.

His legs tremble as he slows his pace and finally comes to a stop astride Okuyasu’s hips. He lays himself across Okuyasu’s warm body, his thighs thankful for the relief. Okuyasu catches his mouth in a kiss and his hands wander away from Josuke’s breasts to grip his ass instead. It gives him the leverage to thrust up into him and the smack of their hips meeting sends stars bursting behind Josuke’s eyelids.

Their teeth clack together, their movement too frantic to kiss properly, so Josuke buries his nose into Okuyasu’s neck instead. Beneath him, Okuyasu plants his feet on the mattress, which makes it easier for him to thrust and he proves it by snapping his hips faster. Josuke does his best to meet him, but Okuyasu doesn’t seem to mind picking up any slack. He digs his fingers into the meat of Josuke’s ass and fucks him harder for it.

“Nnh, O-Oku,” Josuke pants against his neck, feeling feverish. “Fuh-fuck, you’re so good. Fuck me so good,” he murmurs to Okuyasu’s sweaty skin, clawing desperately at his shoulders.

Okuyasu slows his hips in response, the harsh grip on Josuke’s ass loosening as he kneads at his flesh instead. His warm breath puffs on Josuke’s temple and then he’s pulling out.

‘What are you doing?’ Josuke tries to say. What comes out is: “Uh?”

“Here, lemme,” Okuyasu says, voice rough. He rolls Josuke off of him and sits up, gets up on his knees, his cock bobbing between his legs, glistening with Josuke’s wetness.

“Get on your knees,” he says, and he doesn’t bother waiting for Josuke to try to process the demand, already moving him bodily. It’s probably for the best, because Josuke’s brain short-circuited the second those words left Okuyasu’s mouth. He shudders, and before he knows it, he’s on his elbows, face pressed into the pillow with his ass in the air.

The warmth of another body behind him, thighs between his own, nudging his legs further apart, makes him moan into the pillow. Okuyasu rubs his hip with one hand while he slides the other between Josuke’s legs and finds his clit.

“Mm!” Josuke jolts, his entire body prickling with electric heat. Okuyasu plays with his clit until Josuke’s squirming, his hips twitching of their own accord. It’s too much right now without something inside him filling him up, but he can’t get his mouth to work properly to tell Okuyasu that. Luckily, it doesn’t seem like he wants Josuke to come just yet, because he slips his fingers back between Josuke’s legs and sinks them inside him. He’s rough about it, plunging what feels like three, or maybe four, fingers into him, like he wants to check how wet Josuke is, how loose his pussy feels without his cock stuffing him full.

“Oh—ah, fuck—” Josuke pants, clenching tight around Okuyasu’s fingers.

Okuyasu’s breathing hard behind him, and when he pulls his fingers out, Josuke hears him slick himself up with them. They’re still wet when he grabs Josuke’s thigh again and thrusts back in with a harsh snap of his hips.

There’s no slow build-up this time; Okuyasu fucks him hard from the start, setting a punishing pace. Josuke grips the pillow as Okuyasu holds him down, practically manhandling him, pulling him back to meet every thrust. The bed rocks beneath them, the thump of the wooden bedframe hitting the wall accompanied by the loud smack of Okuyasu’s hips meeting Josuke’s ass.

The new angle has Okuyasu’s cock hitting just as deep, just as good, grinding hard against that spot inside Josuke, sending a wave of heat rolling through him. He moans into the pillow and squeezes around Okuyasu, whose hips stutter in response, losing their rhythm.

There’s another smack as Okuyasu thrusts in and grinds his cock inside Josuke. Josuke feels him shifting his weight, resting it more fully on top of him. He has no choice other than to let his legs slide wider until he’s nearly flush with the bed, Okuyasu’s body pressed hot along his back. Josuke reaches behind himself to grab clumsily at whatever part of Okuyasu he can. His palm smacks Okuyasu’s thigh and he grips it for dear life, feeling every shift of muscle beneath Okuyasu’s skin as he holds him down and makes him take whatever he’s given.

“Gonna fill you up again,” Okuyasu moans, hot breath on Josuke’s ear, the words punctuated by the harsh smack of his hips hitting Josuke’s backside. He slides his hands beneath Josuke to grab his breasts again.

Josuke screws his eyes shut against the onslaught of stimulation: Okuyasu squeezing his breasts, the unrelenting thrust of his hips, the way his skin tingles every time their bodies meet. Heat swirls in his lower belly. He wants to touch himself, but he can’t uncurl his fingers.

“Fuck,” Okuyasu pants into his ear, snapping his hips with more force, “fuck, Josuke.”

Oh god, the sound of his name coming out of Okuyasu’s mouth like that is going to haunt every wet dream for the rest of his life. “Mmnh,” he whines into the pillow and digs his fingers into Okuyasu’s thigh in encouragement. “Yeah, fuh—ah—ah—”

Okuyasu moans, his rhythm faltering as Josuke feels the slick heat of his release inside him. He squeezes Josuke’s breasts almost hard enough to hurt and finishes with one last deep thrust, grinding his cock inside Josuke like he’s making sure not a single drop spills out of him. Then, he collapses on top of him.

Josuke wheezes beneath his weight. “Okuyasu,” he groans, his belly tight with arousal. His clit throbs for attention he can’t give it, trapped as he is. He rocks his hips back and squeezes around Okuyasu’s spent cock. It earns him a puff of air on the back of his neck, and Okuyasu starts to shift, but not to climb off as Josuke had been hoping. Instead, he all but crushes him beneath his body, pressing him into the mattress and immobilizing him completely. “H-hey.”

Okuyasu doesn’t seem to hear him as he presses his hot, wet mouth into the curve of Josuke’s shoulder, sucking at Josuke’s skin, trailing his lips along his neck, nipping at his earlobe at a lazy pace. Josuke shivers, goosebumps raising on his skin. The tight grip on his breasts loosens, but Okuyasu doesn’t remove his hands entirely, instead massaging the flesh in his palms. Josuke whines, breath hitching as Okuyasu’s rough fingers find his nipples again.

“You wanna come?” Okuyasu asks between kisses and licks.

“Yes,” Josuke hisses, “let me—”

He’s cut off by a startled whimper as Okuyasu pulls out of him. The sudden emptiness makes him twitch and clench around nothing, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Something thick and wet spills out of him, dripping between his legs. He shudders, the urge to press his thighs together thwarted by Okuyasu’s weight above him.

“Tell me,” Okuyasu says, breath tickling his neck, “tell me how bad you wanna come.”

“Fuck,” Josuke grunts, “you asshole.” The scrape of Okuyasu’s teeth makes his breath hitch, and he squirms in another bid for freedom, but Okuyasu doesn’t budge.

“I just wanna hear you say it,” Okuyasu says, voice a low rumble in his chest.

“Nngh.” Josuke’s face burns. “I—I wanna come,” he says. When there’s no response, Josuke whines out a “please.”

Okuyasu drags his fingers across his nipple again, before slipping his hand out from underneath him. He taps his fingers against Josuke’s side, slides them down to rest on his hip. He leaves them there, rubbing circles into Josuke’s overheated skin.

“Please,” Josuke breathes, “I need to come so bad. Please, fuck, make me come.”

Okuyasu’s fingertips leave a trail of heat as he drags them down Josuke’s belly. Josuke jolts when those fingers slide between his legs, his mouth dropping open around a moan as Okuyasu drags his entire palm across his clit. “Oh, y-yeah—again, please-–”

Okuyasu repeats the motion, rougher this time, and slides his fingers into the mess between his legs, teasing at his entrance. When he drags his hand back to Josuke’s clit again, he brings that slick wetness with him.

“I’m gonna make you come,” Okuyasu promises.

Josuke shivers and nods his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah, make me come,” he moans, heat pulsing between his legs, “please. Oh my god—”

Okuyasu groans into his ear, and then he pulls his hand away entirely. “But I’m gonna fuck you again first.”

“You—huh?”

Okuyasu climbs off of him and the rush of cool air along Josuke’s sweaty skin makes him shudder. Hands close around his upper arms and pull him up to sit, and then he’s manhandled onto his knees on the floor, between Okuyasu’s spread legs. “C’mere,” Okuyasu says, wrapping a hand around the back of Josuke’s head and guiding him towards his cock, “get me hard again so I can fuck you.”

Holy shit, Josuke’s created a monster. He gives Okuyasu an inch (way more than an inch, but who’s keeping track) and the guy takes a mile. No more asking nicely apparently. Josuke swallows, eyes darting toward Okuyasu’s cock, which is already starting to fill again. He considers saying no, telling Okuyasu that they should stop—they’ve already got plenty of friendship ruining fodder—but damn if seeing Okuyasu so worked up doesn’t make his head spin.

Fuck it. What’s a third time? Or a fourth? Whatever sacred laws of friendship existed had been broken as soon as Josuke let Okuyasu put his hands on him.

He wishes he could even be mad at Okuyasu for gatekeeping his orgasm, but being bossed around only made Josuke hotter for it. Okuyasu doesn’t demand to see his hands, he doesn’t tell Josuke he can’t touch himself. It would be so easy to slide a hand between his legs and get himself off, but…he wants to earn it, wants Okuyasu to be the one to give it to him, preferably with his cock inside him.

It’s easy to take the head of Okuyasu’s dick into his mouth, to drag his tongue along the slit, suck the taste of himself off of it. Okuyasu sighs above him and leans back to rest on his elbows. He watches Josuke through half-lidded eyes like a goddamn reclining emperor. Josuke holds his gaze, staring him down as he drags the flat of his tongue up his length. It fills beneath his tongue, the head flushing red when he kisses his way down it and sucks at Okuyasu’s ballsack.

“Ohh,” Okuyasu breathes out, rolling his hips, “that’s good, dude.”

Josuke sucks at the same spot, earning himself another breathy sigh, before dragging his lips back to the tip, where Okuyasu is starting to leak. He wraps one hand around the base of Okuyasu’s cock and gives him a few firm strokes, then takes him into his mouth again.

Okuyasu moans; Josuke moans around Okuyasu’s cock in response, continuing to suck as he strokes him. “Shit,” Okuyasu says, his cock twitching in Josuke’s mouth, already half-hard again, “bet you’d look real pretty if I came on your face.”

Josuke swallows hard, his skin prickling at the thought. It pulls another groan from Okuyasu, who lifts off one elbow to grab the back of Josuke’s head.

“Take more of it,” he says, lifting his hips.

Josuke flushes and lets himself be guided, breathing hard through his nose as he takes Okuyasu deeper.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Okuyasu says, gripping Josuke by the hair. Josuke moans at the tug against his scalp, a spark of pleasure racing down his spine and making him squeeze his thighs together. Okuyasu pushes Josuke down, forcing him to take more. “All—all of it,” he groans.

At this point, Josuke has to shut his eyes; he goes willingly, taking Okuyasu’s cock until it hits the back of his throat. He groans when his nose meets Okuyasu’s stomach. Good news: he still has control over his gag reflex in this body.

“Damn, Josuke,” Okuyasu moans from somewhere above him, “how do you always look this good? Even with a cock down your throat…”

Josuke’s eyes flutter open and he meets Okuyasu’s dark gaze again. The compliment isn’t lost on him: Okuyasu has commented on his good looks before, but usually with a jealous edge. Never has Josuke heard him say it appreciatively. Of course, he’s never had Okuyasu’s cock in his mouth before either, so this is a day of firsts.

He sucks hard around Okuyasu, bracing himself for the jerk of his hips that comes a second later. It makes his eyes water regardless. When he pulls away, Okuyasu lets him, his hand slipping out of Josuke’s hair and gripping the edge of the bed instead. Josuke pulls off and sucks in a lungful of air before diving back in, taking his cock all the way to the base again. Okuyasu grunts, hips twitching as Josuke bobs his head.

“How should I fuck you this time?” Okuyasu asks, breathing heavy, “I liked havin’ you on top, watchin’ you bounce.”

Josuke moans; he’d like that position too, but his thighs still ache. He wouldn’t last long.

“Maybe on the desk,” Okuyasu says, “shit, I should make you put that skirt back on, flip it up and f-fuck you while you’re wearin’ it.”

The image of it burns itself into the back of his eyelids. Josuke in nothing but the skirt, just like earlier when Okuyasu was eating him out, the fabric petting his skin while Okuyasu fucks him, Okuyasu’s hand hidden beneath it while he plays with his clit. He shudders. Okuyasu can’t just say shit like that.

With a wet pop, Josuke pulls off of him, chest heaving. He climbs onto the bed and into Okuyasu’s lap, grabs him by the face and smashes their lips together. Arms wind around his waist and Okuyasu pulls him flush against him. His thigh ends up between Josuke’s legs, who gasps and rocks his hips. Okuyasu bites Josuke’s swollen bottom lip and pulls another whine from his throat.

The stimulation, finally, to his clit, mixed with their sloppy, open-mouthed kissing has Josuke’s head feeling hazier than ever. He’s so turned on he’d probably let Okuyasu do whatever the hell he wanted if it meant getting to come soon. He moans when Okuyasu pushes his tongue into his mouth, their sweaty skin plastered to each other as he practically rides Okuyasu’s thigh.

“Fuck, Josuke,” Okuyasu breathes into his mouth, “I can feel how wet you are, humpin’ my leg like a bitch in heat—”

“Shut,” Josuke hiccups, rocking his hips, “up.”

Okuyasu grabs Josuke by the backs of his thighs and with a grunt of effort, gets to his feet, picking up Josuke along with him. Josuke yelps and wraps his arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a koala out of fear of being dropped and breaking his ass. There aren’t many people who can comfortably, or safely, pick him up. Okuyasu barely breaks a sweat and it makes Josuke’s stomach quiver.

It’s only a few feet to the desk, where Okuyasu sets him down. Josuke barely gets his feet beneath him before Okuyasu turns him around by his hips and bends him over the desk. The flurry of movement sends stacks of manga and old candy wrappers flying. Josuke grips the edge of the desk and cranes his neck when he feels the heat of Okuyasu’s body disappear. His mouth goes dry when he spots him leaning over to pick the skirt off the floor. Shit, he’d been serious about that. He’s back in a second and Josuke adjusts his footing, expecting Okuyasu to put the skirt on him.

Smack!

Josuke jolts, eyes going wide and his mouth dropping open. His asscheek prickles where Okuyasu had just spanked him.

Smack!

“Ah!” Josuke gasps, his entire body jerking forward as Okuyasu spanks him a second time. He squirms on the desk, his nipples dragging across the surface as heat spills between his legs. His cunt throbs with the fresh wave of arousal and he squeezes his thighs together, his forehead thunking against the desk.

Okuyasu kneads Josuke’s abused asscheek before pulling his hand away. Josuke braces himself for another smack, but it doesn’t come. “Lift your foot,” Okuyasu says. Josuke does, raising his head when he feels the skirt brushing his legs. Okuyasu drags it up his thighs and around his waist, re-zips it once it’s in place. As soon as it’s on, Josuke gets up and twists around to face him, wants to look at him when they fuck this time. He sits on the desk, his ass a little sore, and lets his legs splay open. Okuyasu steps between them and runs his rough hands over his thighs, messing with the skirt until it crumples around Josuke’s hips.

He leans back on his hands to give Okuyasu more access and inhales when Okuyasu reaches between his legs. He’s so wet, Okuyasu fingers glide across his clit and dip easily between his folds. “Nnh.” Josuke breathes shakily, anticipating those fingers sinking inside him.

Instead, Okuyasu pulls his hand back and presses those slick fingers between Josuke’s lips. Josuke moans and sucks them into his mouth. “Shit,” Okuyasu curses, his cock twitching against Josuke’s stomach and leaving a wet smear.

He draws his fingers back and gets his hand around himself, shoving the skirt out of the way with the other. The head of his cock bumps Josuke’s clit before he angles it further down. They both moan as Okuyasu breaches him again, sinking in with ease.

“Dunno if I’m gonna get tired of that,” Okuyasu admits, his cock throbbing, snug inside Josuke. He pulls Josuke closer and kisses him hard, the skirt dragging along Josuke’s skin as he thrusts his hips. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, “we shoulda been doin’ this way before now.”

Josuke can’t really think about that too hard with the way his brain is leaking out of his ears, so he just moans in agreement and licks the corner of Okuyasu’s mouth. The next roll of Okuyasu’s hips is full-bodied, balls-deep, and the desk hits the wall with a thunk. “Mmnh, yeah,” Josuke breathes and tips his head back, “don’t stop.”

Okuyasu buries his nose into Josuke’s neck to suck and bite at skin he’s already bruised. Josuke shivers, his toes curling every time their bodies slide together. “Oh,” he huffs when Okuyasu squeezes his breast and drags his thumb across his nipple. The touch sends heat straight between his legs and he throbs around Okuyasu’s cock.

“You get so tight when I do this,” Okuyasu says breathily, snapping his hips as he rolls Josuke’s nipple between his fingers. Josuke clenches around him. “Yeah,” Okuyasu groans, “like that. They always this sensitive?”

“Um,” Josuke manages, “y-yeah, think so. Just uh…no one’s really—mm—paid so much— hahh—attention to them.”

Okuyasu hums and sucks at Josuke’s neck once more, before pulling away. “Lay back,” he says.

Josuke is reluctant to separate from the warmth of Okuyasu’s body, but he goes, leaning until he’s flat on his back. Okuyasu forces Josuke’s legs to part, hooking Josuke’s knee over his shoulder and pulling his thigh tight to his chest.

The new angle makes his next thrust hit deeper. Josuke groans, letting his other thigh fall open, the skirt fluttering around his waist. Okuyasu holds Josuke’s thigh in place, holds Josuke open as he picks up the pace. The loud smack of his hips becomes a quick, staccato rhythm, the force of his thrusts making the desk shake. There’s a crash as something else goes flying off the desk, but neither of them pay it any mind.

“O-Okuyasu,” Josuke whimpers.

“Said I’d make you come,” Okuyasu grunts in between thrusts, “stay still.”

Josuke lies as still as he can with Okuyasu still fucking him. He’s rewarded for it a moment later when Okuyasu’s fingers find his clit. Josuke’s entire body seizes at that first touch, his back arching from the desk and his mouth falling open in a silent cry. He clamps tight around Okuyasu, who chokes on a moan, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck, dude,” Okuyasu grunts. It takes him a second to get moving again, but when he does, he snaps his hips more ferociously. Okuyasu’s fingers are clumsy as they rub his clit, but they still have him moaning like the bitch in heat Okuyasu had called him earlier.

“Oh—oh my god.” He squirms beneath Okuyasu, grinding his hips up into his touch, his cock. “Right—right there.”

All it takes is one more drag of Okuyasu's thumb across his clit and Josuke’s third and long overdue orgasm breaks through the dam. The wave of pleasure suffocates him; his chest heaves, his thigh twitches, leg hooking behind Okuyasu and crushing him close. Okuyasu fucks him through it, rubbing his clit with his palm until he’s breathless and choking on Okuyasu’s name.

Okuyasu works Josuke’s into oversensitivity, until he’s twitching beneath his touch. “Too—too much,” he gasps, shying away from Okuyasu’s fingers. With one last, rough drag of his thumb across his clit, Okuyasu lets off. Josuke pants beneath him, chest heaving, and melts against the desk. Okuyasu stops moving, his cock still buried to the hilt, but Josuke hadn’t felt him come. He looks at him from beneath his eyelashes and hums questioningly.

A wrinkle forms between Okuyasu’s brow. “I uh…” He looks down at where they’re connected. “I dunno if I’m gonna be able to go again if—uh, if I come now.”

Oh, right. How quickly Josuke has forgotten the limitations of orgasms with a dick.

Again, though, he’d said.

“Again?” Josuke asks.

“Um. I mean, if you wanna,” Okuyasu says in a rush, “if you gimme like twenty minutes—”

“Twenty minutes,” Josuke agrees.

He grimaces when Okuyasu pulls out of him and leaves him clenching around nothing. Okuyasu lets his thigh down and pulls back, but Josuke doesn’t let him go far, wrapping his legs around his waist and pushing himself up on his arms. Okuyasu’s cock nudges his belly as he leans up for a kiss. With a sharp inhale, Okuyasu kisses him back like a drowning man, opening his mouth to him and sucking on his tongue.

“We should,” Josuke breathes between kisses, “clean up a bit.” With the fog of unrepentant hornyness dissipating, the tacky feel of sweat drying on his skin, the mess between his legs, none of it is exactly pleasant. “Get, mm, in the bath?”

“Okay,” Okuyasu agrees, catching Josuke’s bottom lip with his teeth, “yeah. Then we can—yeah.”

It takes them another minute to actually pull away from each other, and even longer to get Josuke out of the skirt and make it to the bathroom down the hall. Josuke can’t keep his hands to himself, grabbing at every part of Okuyasu he can reach, and Okuyasu seems to be having the same problem.

It’s not until they make it inside the bathroom and Okuyasu shuts the door behind them with his foot that they separate for longer than a second. Okuyasu leaves him to get the bath running, the roar of the water drowning out Josuke’s thunderous heartbeat.

Once that’s done, Okuyasu is back, pressing Josuke into the wall and kissing him again. Josuke moans, overheating at every point of contact between them, skin tingling as the room fills with steam. When Okuyasu pulls away next, he comes back with a damp washcloth, which he uses to clean Josuke’s skin with care. He drags it down Josuke’s neck, between his breasts, wiping the sweat from his skin. It’s intimate. So much so that Josuke has to bury his face in Okuyasu’s neck, his stomach turning over on itself. Okuyasu cleans him up, then himself, not thoroughly, just enough so they don’t ruin the bathwater, and then they’re making their way to the tub.

Okuyasu climbs in first, the water splashing dangerously against the sides of the tub as he reaches for the spigot to turn off the flow. Josuke follows him, sinking into the hot water with a moan of appreciation. He makes a space for himself between Okuyasu’s legs and grabs him by the face to drag him into another searing kiss. Okuyasu sways into him, his hands finding purchase on his waist.

The steam from the bathwater dampens the air around them and Josuke has to break the kiss to breathe. He doesn’t go far though, inhaling deeply before getting right back to it; this time, he slides one of his hands down Okuyasu’s chest to circle around his cock. Okuyasu tenses beneath his touch, Josuke’s name in his throat.

His hands find Josuke’s breasts again, the slide of his thumbs across Josuke’s nipples smooth beneath the surface of the bathwater. He rubs them again and squeezes Josuke’s breasts. It seems…a little different for some reason, his palms splaying flatter than Josuke feels they should, fingers nearly touching his collarbone. Josuke brushes the feeling off and shoves his tongue in Okuyasu’s mouth, busying himself with stroking Okuyasu’s cock.

Okuyasu pulls back, their lips separating with a quiet smack. Josuke furrows his brows and tries to chase him, a sound of discontent falling out of his mouth. He flicks his eyes up to Okuyasu’s, only Okuyasu isn’t looking at his face, he’s looking down at his chest, eyes blank.

“What?” Josuke asks, and oh, his voice sounds deeper, more like how it usually…

He freezes, eyes widening, heart catching in his throat, his entire body seizing with dread. He looks down at himself. The generous breasts Okuyasu had been fondling all day were gone, replaced by his considerably smaller chest. He’s back to normal! Josuke lets go of Okuyasu and shoves a hand between his own legs; he sighs with relief when he feels his dick, right where he’d left it. Thank god. The sex was a great distraction, but the fear of not getting his body back had never fully left Josuke’s mind.

But also, that means he’s not…and Okuyasu’s not…

He lifts his chin and stares at Okuyasu, who stares back at him, his palms still cupping Josuke’s chest.

“You…uh,” Okuyasu starts. Stops. His eyes flick down to Josuke’s chest again, as if another look will magically make Josuke’s boobs grow back. “You’re. A dude. Again.” He looks like he’s short-circuiting.

Josuke winces. “Uhm.” He remains still, as if any sudden movement will send Okuyasu running like a spooked animal. Hell, he can practically see the gay panic in his eyes. “I…Okuyasu, it’s okay. I can…” His face burns with humiliation. “I can leave.” He starts to move, to untangle himself from Okuyasu.

“Wait!” Okuyasu shouts and Josuke freezes again, chest tight. “Wait, don’t—”

“Look dude,” Josuke says shakily, leaning out of Okuyasu’s space, “if you’re gonna freak out, don’t. It’s not—”

“No, no, that’s not. I ain’t…” Okuyasu swallows, then in a small voice, says: “My dick is still hard.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“O…Okay?” Josuke says, bewildered.

“I mean,” Okuyasu huffs, “like…I didn’t lose my boner even though you’re…”

“A guy again?” Josuke says.

“Yeah.” Okuyasu nods. “...Am I gay?”

Josuke chokes around a startled laugh. “I—no? I uh…have some pretty strong evidence that you’re not gay,” he says, “maybe…you like both?”

“I ain’t ever liked a dude before though,” Okuyasu says, “I never looked at a guy and was like damn, I wanna fuck him. You know?” His hands, Josuke realizes, are still on his chest, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing his nipples.

“But…now you are?” Josuke asks and tries very hard not to get his hopes up.

“I just said so, didn’t I?” Okuyasu grumbles. “I don’t know! This is making my head hurt!”

“Okay, okay,” Josuke says, bringing his hands up to cover Okuyasu’s, both to reassure him and also make him stop playing with his nipples so he can think straighter. “Don’t think about it too hard, then. Maybe…maybe we can still…” Shit, why was it suddenly so hard to get his mouth working? They’d literally just fucked nasty three times.

“We could…I mean, I’d be okay with…having sex. Like this…and you can see if you like it?” He offers. “If you don’t, no harm, no foul. I won’t tell anyone.” As much as it would kill him inside. “But if you do like it…” He goes on and doesn’t let himself think about stupid shit like going out on dates together or living together or adopting a cat. “Maybe you’re less straight than you thought? It—you know, not that I’m saying you are or uh, aren’t, just maybe you—

Okuyasu is the one who closes the space between them, his mouth smashing against Josuke’s like a fist to the face. Josuke inhales sharply and doesn’t move, letting Okuyasu take the lead, opening his mouth to him when his tongue presses at the seam of his lips.

“Not thinking too hard,” Okuyasu says, breath hot, “I wanna fuck you like this.”

Josuke’s skin tingles, a fresh wave of arousal shooting straight between his legs. “Yeah—okay. I’m—yeah, let’s—let’s do that—”

—

Much later, when they’re both under Okuyasu’s freshly clean sheets and Josuke’s cozy in a pair of borrowed pajamas, eyes closed and moments from drifting off to sleep, Okuyasu opens his mouth again.

“Josuke?” he whispers.

“Mm?”

“I dunno if I like dudes,” Okuyasu says, more to the ceiling than to Josuke.

Josuke sighs. “That’s okay,” he murmurs, “you don’t have to know.”

The mattress shifts beneath him. Josuke pries his tired eyes open just as Okuyasu rolls onto his side. Their eyes meet in the dark, noses nearly touching.

“I like you, though,” Okuyasu says. There’s a furrow in his brow, like he isn’t sure what to do with that information.

Josuke’s heart stutters in his chest. “Yeah?” he asks, voice small.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Well I…really like you too,” Josuke breathes the words out like a river busting through a dam. His palms grow sweaty beneath the sheets. It’s funny how this is the most nervous he’s been all day, considering the kind of day he’s had.

“Cool,” Okuyasu says.

Josuke snickers, a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest.

Okuyasu clears his throat. “This is kinda…uh, we did this backwards so…I feel weird askin’, but, do you wanna go out?”

“...Like on a date?” Josuke asks.

“Yeah. Sorry…I know you like romantic stuff…and this ain’t exactly…”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Josuke says, scooting closer, “it wasn’t like we planned for—yeah I wanna go on a date.”

“Okay,” Okuyasu exhales, “okay. Tomorrow? We’ll help Koichi catch that Stand user and then I’ll take you to Tonio’s. Or St. Gentleman’s. Whatever you want.”

Josuke smiles. “I’d like that.”