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

"Did I ever say I had a problem with that? You still owe me for dinner." He pulled off his boots and socks and slipped out of his pants.

"W-well I have a problem with that!!" he insisted. He was doing his best not to stare at Caesar's body but he found himself failing horribly. It only served to flush his face an even deeper red.

He sighed in exasperation. "...you're not going to stop are you...?"

"You didn't stop, did you? You had plenty of chances."

Joseph grumbled to himself because he knew it was true. He could have stopped, but he hadn't expected it to actually turn out like this. He had thought that Caesar would stop before it came to this. Deep down, he was glad that Caesar hadn't stopped, that he had pushed for this. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.

"Fine," he huffed, slowly removing his hands from his crotch. "...what do you plan on doing, exactly?"

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "I'll admit I had the idea of tying you to the bed and fucking you senseless in your stupid dress. But I suppose I'm more than welcome to other suggestions."

Joseph swallowed nervously and tried to pretend he didn't find the idea enticing.

"W-well, whatever, I mean, it's up to you since I...owe you for dinner," he replied, trying to sound uninterested in the whole ordeal, but his flushed cheeks revealed that he wasn't.

He grinned at that.

"I'll only tie you up if you want it, JoJo--I'm fine with fucking you without restraints."

"Well, it's not like I'm going to just let you fuck me," he insisted, waving his hands around to illustrate. "I mean, I could easily just kick your ass and leave if I really wanted to."

"So you want me to fuck you? You're going to make me fuck you? Is that what you're saying, Joestar?" he teased mercilessly, running his hand up one of his legs.

Joseph grinned suddenly.

"That's not what I'm saying at all," he replied with that smug grin.

"Then what are you saying? Because you sure sound like a woman who wants to be fucked."

"I'm saying that if you don't tie me up and fuck me senseless then I'll just have to touch myself," he told him, grinning widely. "I mean, you're so gorgeous Caesar, I don't think I can restrain myself~"

"Maybe I'll tie you up if you beg," he said, shrugging. "Can't guarantee it otherwise."

"...You want me to beg?" he asked as he rose an eyebrow. "You're the one who proposed it in the first place, maybe I should make you beg for it."

"I'll fuck you whether you're tied up or not," he replied. "You're the one who insists I take the time to restrain you."

"Fine, try and fuck me without tying me up, I'l just kick your ass," he told him, grinning.

"Maybe I like that," he replied, licking his lips.

Joseph was honestly surprised.

"...you're joking right?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe," he said somewhat awkwardly. "Look, the point is, this is happening--so if you have any preferences, you'd do well to be sweet about expressing them. I could never resist a sweet lady." He winked.

Joseph wrapped his arms around Caesar's neck, pulling him close. He smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"The only preference I have is that we get to the fun part sooner instead of later," he said in the most sultry voice he could manage.

Caesar could feel his heart pounding in his throat, and his palms grew sweaty. He stared at his hands, confused; he couldn't remember ever having felt like this around a woman.

"...What do you define as 'the fun part?'" he asked coyly, kissing him on the lips.

"I'm the woman here, I'm the one who's supposed to be playing coy, Caesar...~" he said as he ran his hand down Caesar's back instead.

"I can't give you what you want unless you tell me," he said, kissing his neck. He was gentle, but not unenthusiastic; on the contrary, there was something downright ravenous about his movements.

Joseph flushed red, suddenly feeling flustered again. He craned his neck, trying to stop Caesar from kissing it. Had his neck always been this sensitive?

"M-mm...maybe what I want is far too embarrassing to vocalize...~" he said, trying to keep his voice steady and failing horribly.

"More embarrassing than screaming my name?" he pressed, moving his lips lower and lower.