It's Not Cold Out Here, It's Just Hamon

Joseph rolled his eyes.

"Come on, what am I supposed to say? I mean, like, yeah, I maybe thought about, uh, doing stuff with you a few times," he coughed. "But I mean! I didn't really, seriously think about it! And besides, I uh, I dunno, man, you've been such a dick lately, I mean, really! Leave my poor nipples alone."

"If you wanted me to leave them alone, you came to the wrong place," he replied. "How about a simpler question? Do you want me to fuck you? Right now?" He trailed his hands over Joseph's abdomen.

Joseph squirmed beneath his touch. "Well, obviously," he said. "Of course I want it, otherwise I wouldn't even be here. I just, well...you're really serious about liking me?"

"I wouldn't fuck a man if I didn't like him," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Doesn't that make sense? Unless you're here because you just want a free blowjob."

He met Joseph's eyes. "If I wanted to fuck someone, I could've picked any girl. I'm doing this for you because...I like you. A lot. For a man."

Slowly Joseph smiled.

"...so does that mean you're totally a virgin when it comes to dudes?" he grinned widely.

"No," he replied, climbing on top of him and restraining his arms. He ruthlessly assailed his neck with kisses that grew harder and more like bites by the second; soon he was sucking on the tender flesh, scraping his teeth back and forth over it.

Joseph hadn't even been aware he could make such girly noises until Caesar started to suck on his neck. He moaned and whimpered involuntarily and, worse, it had only taken that little bit to get him hard. Worse still, he knew there were going to be marks on his neck. He wore a scarf, but how the hell was he supposed to explain fresh bruises on his neck...?

"C...Caesar, q-quit it," he protested weakly, right before he moaned loudly again.

"You came for sex, didn't you?" he teased, kissing him gently on the cheek. "I'm going to fuck you--it's my apology."

"B-but you're going to leave marks!" he whined loudly. "Come on, Caesar, that's almost as bad as making my nipples hard in front of our instructors. The hell is Lisa Lisa gonna think when I show up with hickeys all over my body?"

"You don't want her to be able to see your hickeys?" he repeated. "You're most worried about that, right?"

Joseph nodded slowly, not entirely sure why Caesar had to repeat what he'd just said.

"W-well, I mean, yeah, it'll be awkward..."

He hastily unzipped Joseph's pants, fumbling with the button for only a second, and yanked them to his knees. Then he pushed his legs apart and began kissing and licking his inner thigh.

Joseph inhaled sharply and squirmed like crazy as Caesar kissed his thighs. He had never had somebody touch him on his inner thighs before, and certainly not in the way Caesar was now. It felt awfully invasive, and perhaps worse, ticklish. Amidst his loud moans he kept giggling whenever Caesar found a particularly ticklish spot.

Caesar gently bit down and began sucking, intent on leaving an even bigger hickey. He rubbed his hand against Joseph's crotch, grinning when he realized how hard he already was.

"D-don't grin like that," he grumbled out of embarrassment. He swallowed nervously as he watched Caesar. It was weird to think that this was even happening. Worse, his thighs were going to be sore...

He sucked even harder, teasingly slipping a finger into his underwear.

"S-s...stop teasing me," he complained, squirming even more.

Satisfied with the hickey, he lifted his head and smiled. "Make me."

He carefully pulled back Joseph's underwear and kissed the tip of his cock, making eye contact the whole time.

Joseph bit his lip so hard he was sure he would draw blood. He looked away, covering half of his face with his hand. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. It felt too surreal. He couldn't believe Caesar was touching him like this. He was half afraid his heart would pound out of his chest.

At that, he couldn't stifle a laugh.  "Come on, JoJo, relax.  Tell me--is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"I'm perfectly relaxed," he grumbled, still not looking at Caesar. "One hundred percent comfortable."

"Then why are you so tense?" he pressed, gently easing his legs further apart. "This is my apology--you want to enjoy it, don't you?"

Joseph bit his lip, and then sighed.

"C...come on, Caesar, you know why I'm tense..."

"Because I'm a man? Or because it's me? I mean, for all I know, you could just be having some virginal apprehensions." He kissed him gently on his thighs, smiling.

"Maybe...maybe a bit of all of that," he admitted quietly.