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

Joseph chuckled to himself, kissing Caesar on the lips. He liked Caesar like this more than he had expected.

"You're really bad at the whole details thing, but I'll let it go this time," he teased as he slightly repositioned himself. "Just...tell me if, you know, it hurts, or...anything."

Joseph smiled widely at Caesar before he focused on slowly and gently pushing himself into Caesar.

He moaned softly, surprising himself. Is this what women felt like? He ran his nails over Joseph's stomach, leaving scratch marks.

Joseph bit his lip as he pushed in further.

"F-fuck," he mumbled to himself. "You're really tight."

His face turned red.

"That's because you're my first," he grumbled, not meeting his eyes. "I don't know what you were expecting..."

Joseph grinned at Caesar's obviously flustered expression.

"How does it feel?" he asked, moving his hips back and forth in a slow but rhythmic motion.

He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were noises that he didn't know he was capable of making. His face only reddened further as Joseph pushed into him; much to his embarrassment, he became harder as well. Something about that stupid, shit-eating grin turned him on and he hated every second of it--at least, he'd prefer to pretend he did.

Joseph grinned wider still and thrusted into him harder, eager to hear more of those sounds. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around Caesar and finally began to jerk him off.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were pretty damn turned on right now," Joseph said smugly, suppressing a moan of his own.

"You're inexperienced--you can't tell," he snarked, but he knew his expression revealed his true feelings. He arched his back and clawed and Joseph's shoulder, trying to pull him closer.

"Y-you can go a little faster, you know."

He nodded and thrusted a bit faster, leaning over so that he could kiss Caesar on the lips. He moved his hand faster as well, focusing more on Caesar's pleasure than his own. He watched Caesar's expression with a slight grin, even as he bit his lip to keep from moaning.

Caesar kissed him back eagerly, grateful for the distraction; the pleasure was growing so intense it was clouding his thoughts. He spread his legs further, so Joseph could thrust even deeper.

Joseph happily thrusted into him harder and faster still, unable to bite back his loud moans any longer. He kissed Caesar intensely in between moaning his name.

The sound of Joseph moaning his name was music to his ears. Caesar tried to form coherent thoughts, but he couldn't; Joseph was all he could focus on, the sound of his voice and the rhythmic movement of his hips.

"JoJo...," he moaned, kissing him back, nipping at his neck with his teeth. He repeated his name again and again, louder each time.

Joseph gasped and moaned and shuddered even as he thrusted harder and faster still. He could barely focus on anything but biting at Caesar's neck and jerking him off, desperate to get him to cum.

Caesar had no idea what Joseph did to put him over the top--he couldn't have focused if he tried. All he knew was that suddenly his body was filled with so much pleasure he couldn't possibly hold out any longer. Shudders racked his body, and he dug his nails into Joseph's warm skin. He moaned his name, long and loud.

When he calmed down, he realized there was something white and sticky all over Joseph's stomach.

"Sorry," he mumbled quietly; he suddenly felt far too tired to hold a coherent conversation. He just wanted a nap.

Joseph kissed Caesar deeply before he pulled away from him and stood up. He stretched out, yawning loudly.

"So..." he said, laying back down next to Caesar and wrapping his arms around his waist. "...am I allowed to do that again or...?"

"Maybe, if you don't stall so damn much," he grumbled, though he smiled despite himself.

"Come onnn, it wouldn't have been nearly as good if I hadn't stalled, right, Caesar?" he kissed him on the cheek, squeezing him. Joseph ran a finger over Caesar's neck. "Oops," he mumbled to himself, tracing over bite marks. Maybe Caesar wouldn't mind...?