Joseph "Nips" Joestar

"Well, if you're not planning on wooing me through sex...what the hell are you planning?" He asked suspiciously.

"Do you honestly think I capture the affections of so many women with my penis alone? You haven't been trying that, right--is that why you could never get a date?" He squinted, scratching his head.

"Of course not! Besides, how many times have I told you, I've totally dated women before, okay?" He insisted. "Just tell me what you're planning, I don't trust you anymore," he pouted childishly.

"No, it has to be a surprise," he insisted, kissing him on the cheek. "I have to see your face when you find out what it is."

Joseph glared at him angrily.

"Fine. But I'll kick your ass if it's something weird!" he told him.

"Wear something nice. Or, perhaps...something comfortable?" He glanced at the leftover chips of nail polish on Joseph's hands, grinning devilishly.

Joseph scoffed as he shoved his hand into his pockets.

"I'll wear whatever I want and you'll have to deal," he replied, but the blush was evident on his cheeks.

"I'm just telling you...wear whatever makes you feel special." He slid his hand to Joseph's lower back. "I want to make you feel special, more than anything--because you are, despite being lazy, not understand family, constantly making stupid jokes..."

"Are you trying flatter me or break up with me, Casanova?" he grumbled as he tried to shuffle out of Caesar's grasp. "Besides, you're going to have to make me feel really special if you plan on making up for today."

He squeezed Joseph's ass. "Sorry--trust me, you are special. You'd have to be, to make up for all of that, right?" He kissed him on the cheek.

Joseph shoved him away.

"You're so mushy it's disgusting. I'm a grown man, not some big-boobed floozy, don't think you can woo me with sweet words and a few gentle caresses!" He insisted.

"Are you sure you aren't a big-boobed floozy?" he teased, squeezing one of Joseph's large pecs. He leaned closer, and whispered into his ear, "But if you don't like me being gentle, I can be rough, you know."

Joseph felt a shiver run from his spine all the way down to the tips of his toes. He shoved Caesar away, angry at him for having such a profound effect on him.

"Quit that!" he snapped.

"Quit what?" he asked, grinning. "I was merely talking to you, as I have been, JoJo--is it too much for you when I talk? Are you unable to contain yourself?"