Joseph's Dirty Laundry

Caesar furrowed his eyebrows at the very notion. It was so much simpler with a woman; they never asked questions like this.

"Aren't you the woman here, in your bra and panties?" Caesar reminded Joseph pointedly.

"I'm not a woman!" he insisted. "Or did you miss my big fat cock? I just wanna know why you don't want it up your butt, if it'll feel so great."

Caesar felt his cheeks burn red. He glanced away from Joseph. He'd never particularly thought about the nuances of this. He had always just assumed this is how it would go. Why did Joseph have to make this more difficult?

"Because," he replied insistently. "I know what I'm doing, you're clueless."

"...Have you done this before? If it...if it feels really bad, I'll kill you," he grumbled, still pouting.

"I've done it with women before," Caesar replied truthfully. "It'll feel great, I swear."

"Fffffffine," he groaned, awkwardly spreading his legs. He forgot the panties, however, and they made an impressive tearing sound as his massive thighs parted.

"...Shit."

Caesar couldn't figure out what the noise was for a second but as soon as he did he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't even one of his semi fake, attractive laughs; it was perhaps one of the ugliest laughs he'd ever had. He snorted and everything. He covered his mouth and was horrified by the noises that had escaped. Joseph was absolutely never going to let this go.

Joseph laughed too, the moment he heard Caesar laugh; he grinned smugly at him, waggling his brows. "The fuck was that?" he teased, lightly shoving his shoulder.