"So are you," Joseph replied, though he felt his breath catch in his throat when Caesar ran his fingers down his thighs. He realized he was digging his fingernails into Caesar's waist instinctively. He loosened his grip, stuttering an embarrassingly meek, "sorry".
He gritted his teeth. He grabbed Caesar by the collar, shoving him against the wall with more force than before. He yanked down Caesar's pants, pressing against him as he did so. He ripped open Caesar's shirt and ran his tongue over his neck, scraping his teeth over his his shoulder before he bit down more roughly. He raked his nails down Caesar's back, grinding against his hips.
If Caesar was going to try and tease him like this, he was going to fluster Caesar.
"Fuck--!" he exclaimed, attempting to shove him off. "You really haven't ever done this, have you?!" Despite his protests, he had very obviously grown hard.
"Sure," he lied, shrugging and climbing onto the bed. "Now spread them." He reached onto his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of scented oil there, popping open the cork.
"No, I'm not a homosexual," he replied, pouring oil onto his fingers. He rubbed some of it onto his own cock, though he kept his eyes fixed on Joseph. He had never done this with a man before.
"Well, neither am I, but we're doing this, aren't we? Suck up your pride and just admit that you're totally into me," he grinned, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence.
"I'm doing this because you confessed," he snapped irritably, but his cheeks reddened. Was that really why he was doing this? It wasn't a question he want to dwell on--instead, he ran an oiled finger over Joseph's anus, inserting the tip.
Joseph squealed like a girl and shoved Caesar away, grabbing his hands. "Th-the hell is that?! That's not a fucking blowjob!"
He knew his face was burning a deep red, but he was too busy restraining Caesar to cover it with his hands. "I...I'm not...I'm not gonna be on the bottom!" he insisted. "If we're doing this, if we're...I'm on top!"
"If you don't want to do this, you can wimp out," he replied flatly, shrugging. "But between the two of us, one obviously has more experience--you wouldn't even know what to do, were you on top. I don't trust you not to hurt both of us."
"Of course I would know what to do, I'm not fucking stupid!" Joseph insisted but it was obvious he was embarrassed. "B-besides, I, uh, it's like...you're obviously the woman in all of this, so, it doesn't make any sense for me to be on the bottom."
Joseph realized he had said something that had caused Caesar to fluster slightly which meant he was on the attack again. He was sick of being the one cornered. He let Caesar spread his legs this time, leaning back against a stack of pillows.
"Yeah, well, it still proves you're at least sort of gay, or, something, since you're still doing this, y'know," he said, watching Caesar carefully.
"You're the one who wants it," he replied defensively. "Isn't that what you said--that you couldn't wait for me to sleep with you? You wouldn't even let me finish my pasta."
He fingered Joseph again, very carefully moving his finger in and out.
"You don't seem particularly," Joseph paused suddenly when he realized that speaking was getting harder with the foreign sensation of Caesar's fingers going inside of him. He cleared his throat, continuing, "uh, you don't seem all that downtrodden about your pasta right now, you know,"
Joseph motioned to Caesar's crotch, grinning confidently.