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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Higashikata_Josuke, Implied_Dio_Brando/Giorno_Giovanna
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Shota, Blow_Jobs, Riding/Fucking
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-05 Words: 2312
****** Are You Sick? ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Haruno wakes Josuke during the night, seeking his aid.
Notes
     Ages are up to the reader, but they're both younger than thirteen,
     and Josuke is at least two years older than Haruno.
“Josuke…”
   “Josuke…!”
   “Josuke!”
   Josuke jolts awake, his body rocking - he blinks twice before recognizing
Haruno, who had been shaking him from his sleep and calling his name in a loud
whisper.
   “What… Haruno?” Josuke drawls, moving to lay more on his side so that he may
look up at his best friend who sat on the bed with a strangely red face. He
rubs the sleep from his eyes, blinking. “Are you sick?”
   “Jo-Jo, help me…” The black-haired boy whispers, his voice breathy, he
sounds as though he may cry. Curious, Josuke sits up at once, slightly
panicked, and takes Haruno’s small, warm hands in his own and inspects them.
Seeing that they bare no cuts, he looks the boy over. He sees no wounds. After
a long moment, he looks into pale blue eyes, confused.
   “What’s wrong, Haru? Are you in pain? Sick?” Josuke asks in a hushed tone,
as they were expected to be asleep at this hour. Haruno shakes his head, and
his cheeks seemingly become an even deeper shade of pink in the dim blue light
from outside. He leads Josuke’s hands to his crotch, where the other feels
something warm and stiff. Josuke jerks his hands away.
   “Wh-What is that?” He asks, his mind reeling. He only knew of one thing it
could be, but he’d no clue as to why it’d become so hot and hard. “Haruno, what
happened?”
   Haruno looks down, biting into his dark pink lips, “Josuke… please, have sex
with me…” He says hesitantly, his voice quiet. Josuke stares at him.
   “Sex…?”
   Haruno nods silently, looking up to him through hooded eyes and thick, long
black eyelashes, his black hair pushed back in light disarray from sleep.
   “What’s that?” Josuke asks, his dark brows coming together. “What is… sex? A
medicine, a game?”
   The younger boy nods, gaining a small, shy smile. “Yes, my Papà taught me
how to play. He said that whenever I get hot down here,” He takes Josuke’s hand
again and places it over his small erection, pressing his fingers down to
outline it through the thin fabric of his nightgown. “That I have to go to him
and have sex.”
   “...So then, sex will help you?” Josuke tries, touching the boy’s erect
length in curious strokes of his thumb - he can feel it throb and it makes him
pull his hand away again. It’s so weird. He swallows hard, suddenly finding his
throat a bit dry.
   Haruno moans softly, the sound foreign to Josuke’s ears - his face feels
oddly warm as he watches Haruno lay back and spread his thighs, his nightgown
falling toward his hips.
   “Please, JoJo…” Haruno begs, and the other can hear the cry in his voice,
how desperate he is. “Help me, ma-ke it go awa-y…” His voice weakens, and he
lifts up the fabric of his gown higher above his hips, revealing that he wears
no undergarment. Josuke moves on the bed, captivated, doesn’t know why his
heart begins to race. He sits himself between Haruno’s legs, his eyes wandering
over the small boy’s faintly trembling, pale thighs, down to his - his-
   “Does it hurt?” Josuke asks, innocent, he reaches a hand out and touches
Haruno’s pink arousal, which stands erect, leaning to his lower abdomen. The
boy below him whimpers, and shakes his head in the negative.
   “No, please, more…” Haruno whispers, “O-hh,” he keens, needy, “More,
please.”
   Josuke moves a bit closer, feeling an unfamiliar spark of something settle
near his lower abdomen, and he presses his thumb up the warm length.
Unbelievablywarm, and when he reaches the tip, it’s a bit wet. He grimaces.
   “Haruno, did you pee?”
   “No, it… it’s not that.”
   “What is it then?”
   “Papà called it p-...” Haruno sighs, rolling his hips upward to Josuke’s
lingering touch, his eyes heavily lidded and his gaze fixed on Josuke’s hand
that handles him. “Precum.”
   The older boy blinks, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the slit of Haruno’s
cockhead, spreading the precum which had leaked from it. He licks his lips,
playing with the warm, clear liquid a bit more before leaning down. Haruno
watches him and inhales an audibly sharp, shuddered breath, his hands gripping
his nightgown tighter.
   “What?” Josuke whispers, slightly alarmed, perking up a bit.
   “Jo-… w-would you please…” Haruno gasps, and Josuke observes as more
‘precum’ leaks from the boy’s flushed cock, shiny and - “Lick it…” tempting.
   Josuke bites his lip, his teeth trembling just a bit. This felt wrong - like
something they surely shouldn’t be doing - but how temptingit is - how
irresistible it is to do something you feel in your being is wrong -
   He lowers his head to Haruno’s cock, and licks it once. Twice - and Haruno’s
thighs begin to quiver again, cradling Josuke’s face, warm and soft. It doesn’t
take long before he wants Josuke to take him into his mouth, and to his
pleasant surprise, he doesn’t even have to ask. Parted, plump lips caress the
tip of his cock in a kiss before Josuke slides him into his mouth, which is wet
and feels delightful.
   Haruno grips his gown, his blunt nails digging into the white fabric. “JoJo,
more,” He begs, his voice a soft whisper. “Mmn...” He whimpers, his lips pursed
with want and his brows upturned. Tears cling to his eyelashes and his hips
lurch forward, out of his control.
   Josuke holds the boy’s hips down, and Haruno’s delicate ankles cross behind
the older’s head to keep him there, to push him further onto his cock. He gasps
short, quiet moans, sliding a bit deeper into the tight heat of Josuke’s mouth.
“Please,” He cries, gripping and letting go of the nightgown repeatedly,
fidgeting, “Please let me cum..!”
   Unable to pull away - and he doesn’t want to, really - Josuke sucks around
Haruno’s cock, tasting him, memorizing how it feels in his mouth, stiff and
warm - but something he can’t bite into… can he? …Curious, he gently sinks his
teeth into the pliable flesh -- and it causes Haruno to draw out an abrupt,
broken moan, and a very warm liquid immediately fills Josuke’s mouth, some
sliding down his throat.
   Josuke makes a short, guttural sound and pulls away, clear and watery cum
spilling and dripping down his lips like warm honey. Haruno’s thighs release
their hold around the other then, letting him sit up again, he watches Josuke
lick his lips and swallow. He shudders, exhaling softly.
   “Are you,” Josuke pants, realizing his voice is a bit rough, “Are you
alright now?” he asks, putting a hand to Haruno’s soft tummy to rub it, as it
stutters with quick breaths.
   Haruno doesn’t answer him, and instead sits up and grabs Josuke’s arms,
pulling him close and on top of him. “Kiss me,” He sighs, and presses his soft,
pink lips to Josuke’s, which are unresponsive, unfamiliar as to what to do and
how to kiss. Haruno places his hands on Josuke’s cheeks, pulling him closer, he
purses his lips and locks them with Josuke’s slippery ones, still coated in his
cum. Josuke parts his lips as Haruno seems insistent on spreading them, only to
flinch when he feels something warm and wet enter his mouth. Haruno’s tongue.
It licks his own and it feels extraordinary, tastes of him and of sweetness.
   He opens his mouth more, and he squeaks when Haruno’s lips envelope his
tongue and begin to suck, the younger boy releasing pitched breaths through his
nose. When Haruno pulls away from their wet kiss it’s to roll themselves over,
so that he sits on Josuke, his nude bottom pressing to the other’s clothed
stomach.
   “What are you doing now?” Josuke whispers, looking after the garment as
Haruno takes off his nightgown and sets it aside. “Why did you-”
   “We haven’t had sex yet.” Haruno informs him, moving back to sit on Josuke’s
thighs, he pulls at the waistbands of his night pants and briefs. They both
gasp quietly when Josuke’s erection is revealed, which stands stiff, wet with
precum. Josuke blinks, staring down at it -
   “A-Ah- th-that--..?!” He stutters, his hands immediately lowering to cover
the erect length, and he gasps again - it’s so hot, feels pleasant when he
touches it. Haruno takes Josuke’s hands and lifts them, giving him a soft gaze,
he sets them at his sides.
   “No, don’t cover it, this is what we have sex with, my Papà showed me how…
now let me show you. It’s very fun… I’ll let you cum.” Haruno smiles, his hands
moving up and under Josuke’s shirt, he pushes it up to his collarbone. Josuke’s
round, tan nipples harden almost at once - especially when Haruno leans down to
kiss and suck on them, making wet, kissing noises against the older boy’s
chest, he sucks as though he expects something. Josuke squirms under him for a
bit, accepting the affection, before he pushes the little boy away, his cheeks
a bright pink.
   “I-It hurts.” He says, breathless, and the other looks down to see Josuke’s
cock wobble when his hips jerk upward, a spurt of pre landing on his tan
stomach. Josuke gasps, covering his mouth. He whimpers loudly when Haruno wraps
his dainty fingers around his arousal and moves his palm up and down the
length, over the cockhead, coating him in his precum. “A-aa, Haru-Haruno… ah,
that’s…” Josuke tries to speak, but he doesn’t know what he wants to say, what
he should say.
   Haruno ignores this in good nature and instead he lifts himself, sitting on
his knees with Josuke between them, he puts Josuke’s cock at his hole. Josuke’s
eyes widen, and he stutters to speak, but Haruno speaks before him.
   “You’re… smaller than my Papà… maybe you can…” He begins to sit on the erect
length, taking in a deep breath. “Slide in, ahh-h…”
   “Haruno-” Josuke gasps, his voice becoming louder, “W-Wait, don’t,” he
whimpers, his voice shaky, “I think I heard something-”
   Haruno shakes his head, dismissing Josuke’s words as he thinks them as shy
avoidance - but he’s certain he can show him how amazing it is to cum. His
silken black hair shifts with his head and frames his pink cheeks, “Shh…” he
coos, and he finally sits on the older boy’s hips, completely full of him. He
sighs and moans softly, closing his eyes as if savouring the moment. Josuke
gets to watch this time as Haruno’s dick rises into an erection, slowly, as he
arches his ass up and down, fucking himself on Josuke, releasing short pants
through his parted lips.
   Josuke whimpers, tears clouding his vision, he closes his eyes. He didn’t
know Haruno sitting on him there would feel so good. How warm he is with his
thighs pressed to his hips, with his hands grabbing his own and putting them on
said hips and hearing him tell him to “Please hold me, JoJo.”
   And he does. He holds Haruno’s hips down and does what he feels is right -
he lifts his own and pushes himself deeper inside him, the both of them moaning
at the same time.
   “Shhh…” Haruno shushes him again, moving off of Josuke’s cock for him to
pull him back down and thrust into him. He breathes a lagged breath, finding
pleasure in Josuke’s movement. “We c-an’t get caught.”
   Josuke wants to stop when he hears that, as much as his heart does before it
continues to pound at a rather erratic pace - but he can’t - jerks his hips
forward and back, making Haruno’s body jump a bit. “Why? Is sex bad?” Josuke
asks, lowering his voice back down to a whisper.
   Haruno nods, leaning forward, he kisses Josuke’s cheeks. “Yes- ahh - I’m
sorry.” He keens, rolling his hips, he begins riding Josuke, hard. “I didn’t
tell you.” Haruno pants, his parted lips rubbing against Josuke’s cheek, he
keeps moving his hips, fucking himself on him and holding back moans. He
presses his nude chest to Josuke’s more or less unclothed one, his leaking cock
pressed between their stomachs. “Sorry…” He repeats.
   Josuke doesn’t speak, but surprises him when he flips themselves over,
hugging Haruno close, he fucks him faster. “Shh, if you keep talking, then we
will get caught.” He says, but Haruno ignores this and cries out, his back
arching when his prostate is stimulated at a better angle.
   “Jo-JoJo, I can’t…” The younger cries, and he yelps when Josuke slaps a hand
over his mouth to shut him up. He moans against his fingers, blinking away a
tear as he looks into Josuke’s light eyes.
   Leaning close, Josuke’s dark hair tickles Haruno’s face, and he removes his
hand to replace it with his lips to Haruno’s, he gives him insistent kisses,
thrusting into him with hasty jerks of his hips. “Haruno,” He pants, then
kisses him again, “It’s- coming..,” he whines, sitting up, he squeezes his eyes
shut. “Cumming..!”
   Haruno moans loudly, his orgasm reached only when he feels Josuke’s cum
flood inside him, his own squirting and collecting on his tummy which convulses
lightly with a pleasured shudder. They both still for a minute, breathing
heavily. A minute more and Josuke lays himself next to his friend and relative,
wrapping an arm around his small, nude frame, he cuddles toward him.
   “If we’ll get in trouble, this has to be a secret.” He whispers, asks,
placing a final kiss to the boy’s cheek.
   Haruno takes a breath as if he’s about to say something, but he suddenly
gasps - and before Josuke can ask what’s wrong, he pets his dark, almost
purple-like hair, reassuring him.
   “It will be our secret.” Haruno affirms, his heart racing. A moment ago,
he’d noticed that the door had been opened at some point, and was left cracked
open, whereas it had been shut before - he trembles, swallowing hard. His Papà
will definitely be punishing him tomorrow once Josuke leaves.
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