I Don't Like You At All, Caesar-Chan!!

"Oh, but I don't think you're ready yet," he told Caesar, poking him on one of the marks near his eyes. "You don't seem ready, you know..."

Joseph reached for the lubricant they always used. Then, he poured it onto his fingers and grinned mischievously. He was careful not to touch Caesar's cock at all as he pressed his finger to his opening instead.

"JoJo!" he snapped. "You can't be serious--come on, I need this more than you do."

"Do you really?" he asked him, wearing the biggest shit eating grin on his smug face that he could possibly muster. "Because, you're being awfully mean to the only person who could fix that for you, you know...it makes me think you don't want it that badly."

Joseph gently pressed his finger inside of Caesar, testing how loose he was.

Caesar moaned softly, biting his lip.

"JoJo, no, I...I've never had..."

Joseph watched Caesar squirm as he carefully pressed his finger against his inner walls, searching for the spot that would feel the best.

"You know, you better mean that you've never had a real dick inside of you, because if you mean that you just went ahead and shoved your dick inside of me the first time we had sex without even having had tested it on yourself to see if it felt any good, I'll be pretty mad, and that'll mean you have to wait even longer to cum..." he informed him, looking slightly irritated. "So...choose your words carefully, that's all I'm saying, Caesar."

"O-only women," he stammered. "I've had anal...but only with women who wanted it. No one's ever...done it to me."

"Well I guess someone is going to be waiting even longer to cum, you asshole," Joseph snapped. He used his free hand to painfully pinch Caesar's nipple. "You douche, how did you even know it would feel good on me, huh? What if I hated it? That's just plain irresponsible."

Joseph shrugged slightly.

"...Well, it all worked out in the end, so I'll let it go this time, but you had better apologize," he informed Caesar, kissing him on the lips.

He kissed him back, smiling sheepishly.

"Where else was I supposed to put it? It felt great, anyway--you felt great. Your body is amazing. It would be even more amazing if you stopped hurting me."

"No, I don't think you've earned it yet, you owe me a real apology, and then a little begging on top of that should do it. Just tell me exactly what you want me to do and I'll do it," Joseph kissed Caesar on the neck, running his tongue over a hickey.

"Come on, JoJo," he whined, "I'm sorry, I guess. Just let me fuck you, please. Let me put it in already."

"Mm, you guess? What a piss poor apology," he replied before he began to suck on his neck. He moved his finger inside of Caesar more eagerly. "With meaning, this time, and then I'll let you."

He struggled to focus enough to speak. "I-I'm sorry--I'm so sorry I didn't try it myself first, JoJo. It was i-irresponsible...I shouldn't take chances w-with the body of someone so precious to me. Now please...let me fuck you."

Joseph kissed him once more on the lips, removing his finger from inside of him. "Perfect," he purred. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He tugged on one of the headband strings, freeing up Caesar's hands. There was no doubt, he was in for it now.

Caesar stared at him in mild surprise.

"...That's it? That's all it took?"

"What? Did you expect me to keep going? I'm not gonna unless you tell me, y'know, I don't wanna do anything you don't want me to," Joseph said with a shrug.

He grinned at Caesar suddenly. "Unless...you did want me to keep going?"

"N-no!" he snapped, but the look on his face said otherwise. "...You caught me off guard!"

Joseph grinned even wider.

"You do! And here I thought you were being truthful when you protested so fervently," he looked highly amused as he kissed Caesar again. "Should I tie you up again, or can you handle having your hands free, hm?"

"...That depends," he replied, a grin growing on his face, "on whether or not you can get it up without seeing me restrained."

Joseph momentarily gritted his teeth. "You fuckin' dick..."

Then, he relinquished, smiling once more. "Fine, then give me your hands," he said, holding up Caesar's headband once more. "If you don't think we can do it without this, then give me your hands."

"I kid," he insisted, frowning. "Why--are you going to have trouble getting it up?"

Joseph scoffed, his cheeks turning slightly redder. "Of course not, I just don't believe you, I mean, one second it's 'no', the other it's 'yes', what if you change your mind again? This is just...insurance," Joseph insisted.

"Insurance for your dick," he mumbled, holding out his hands. "I'll do it if it makes you feel better."

"See?" he said as he tied up Caesar's hands again. "You can't be trusted."

"Sure, I'm the one who can't be trusted," he teased. "I'm not the one always taking off my mask."

Joseph snorted. "I take it off mostly so I can suck your dick, so you'd better be grateful, you ass."

He kissed Caesar lovingly on the lips despite that. "I still like it better when you can't retaliate against me, just in case..."