Just Say It

Caesar ignored his whining and slowly inserted a finger, watching Joseph's expression the entire time. He used his other hand to stroke Joseph. It was only fair with how he was treating him.

He bit his lip; the sensation wasn't physically unpleasant, but it felt very violating. No one had ever stuck something up there before. He continued to squirm, but less violently now; he didn't want to cause himself any pain, after all.

"You've done this before, right?" he asked.

"Of course," Caesar replied. It was the truth; he'd done it before. With women. But Joseph didn't need to know that. "How does it feel?" He was careful as he searched for the spot that would make Joseph squirm.

"It feels weird," he whined. "It feels like you should stop."

"Are you sure, Jojo?" he teased as he stroked Joseph's dick with his other hand. "If you're really sure, I'll stop."

His face reddened, and he didn't reply, looking away from Caesar's eyes.

"M-maybe just go faster or something, I don't know."

"Oh? So it does feel good?" he teased as he gently moved his finger in and out.

"Only stroking my dick feels good," he insisted, thought he still didn't ask Caesar to stop his other activities. "Just...why are you still talking? Shouldn't you be sucking or something?"

"I don't want you to cum before I'm finished," Caesar chastised gently. "Do you think you can handle two fingers?"

"Maybe, if you stroke faster," he grumbled, doing his best to hold back a moan. This really wasn't fair. The position was especially flustering; he was unable to forget for even a moment how thorough Caesar's view was. Worst of all, he was so turned on by now that the fingering actually felt kind of good.

"What's wrong, Jojo? Your face is awfully red," Caesar teased as he sped up his strokes. Soon after he inserted a second finger, being just as careful as before. "How does this feel?"

"My face isn't--" He trailed off into a loud, embarrassing moan as Caesar inserted the second finger. If his face wasn't red before, it was red now.

"It's really just okay," he said, but he didn't have to heart to try to make it sound convincing.

Caesar leaned over and kissed Joseph softly on the lips. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Jojo," he said reassuringly.

"Your--your fingers are in my ass!" he exclaimed, incredulous. "I'm a man--this is kind of the height of embarrassment, isn't it?" Though he was angry, he pecked Caesar on the lips and snuck a quick second kiss--he had enjoyed the first one.

"And? You're enjoying it, aren't you? So what's there to be embarrassed about?" He was completely serious; there was no hint of teasing in his voice whatsoever. Caesar leaned over and kissed Joseph longer this time.

Joseph wanted to tell Caesar that it was easy to say thing like that when you didn't have fingers up your ass. However, he weakened once their lips met; Caesar was a very good kisser. Perhaps it was the Hamon training, but he never pulled away prematurely to breathe. He cautiously explored Caesar's mouth with his tongue, confused by the strange taste in his mouth. When he realized it must be the taste of his own cum, he pulled away, not meeting Caesar's eyes.

Caesar was disappointed in Joseph's pulling away. He kissed him on the side of his head instead and leaned back into a more comfortable position.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly.

"You're...gonna put it in no matter what I say, right?" he asked. "You should just hurry up and do it, then, before I change my mind."

Caesar frowned.

"If you really don't want me to, I won't," he insisted.

"I said to do it, didn't I?" he snapped, his face burning. "If you wait too long, I won't let you."

"I'm not going to do anything until you tell me if you want it or not for sure, you oaf!" he snapped back, glaring down at him.

"I'm not gonna beg for you to put your cock in me, asshole!" he retorted, lightly shoving him. "I said...I'm trying to say I'm okay with it, if that's what you wanted to do...but if you sit here talking and waiting too fucking long I'll come to my goddamn senses and get my sense of dignity back!" He crossed his arms, glaring at the wall behind Caesar's head.

"...Not gonna give you some mushy monologue about how I need you to fuck me in the ass, you prick...I'm a fucking man," he grumbled quietly.

Caesar rolled his eyes. "It's important for me to make sure you're not going to regret this," he told him truthfully. "So I'm going to assume this is your roundabout way of begging me to put my cock in your ass since you can't just say it like a man."

Caesar pulled his fingers out and leaned over to kiss Joseph again.

"No," he insisted immaturely, pouting and moving his head to the side, "Maybe I don't wanna kiss you after that. You're being a rude ass."

"Me?" he exclaimed, laughing. "You're the one who can't decide what he wants."