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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, 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:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Established_Relationship, Anal_Sex, Choking,
      Necrophilia, Creampie, Accidental_Death
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-22 Words: 1569
****** forgetful ******
by honeypup
Summary
     Josuke doesn't use his safe word, and things go too far.
Notes
     lol whoops
Josuke inhaled deeply as his nephew's hands slid down his curvy sides and
squeezed his thighs. He wanted to say something, anything, but the ball gag in
his mouth kept him from doing much more than whine. He shivered when he felt
Jotaro's hands pushing on his back, and obediently buried his face into the
pillows, but kept his head turned so he could breathe.
"You're so wet," he mumbled as he gripped the teen's leaking cock and squeezed.
He slapped the boy's ass when he tried bucking his hips, and immediately pulled
his hands away again. Josuke knew the rules, and he'd broken them. He couldn't
get any pleasure out of this.
He moaned and squirmed under his nephew. He wished he could reach back and grip
his cock, but he'd been told he couldn't use his hands, and Jotaro had even
tied them behind his back, just in case. He tried voicing his need to have
Jotaro's cock in him, but all that came out was a gurgled cry, and drool
started sliding down his chin.
He knew what the teen wanted. He loomed over him, his cock resting on his
thighs and chest pressed to his back, and nipped at his birthmark. He jerked
his hips forward, and groaned at the feeling. "Josuke," he breathed in his ear.
"If you want me to take you dry, nod your head."
They hadn't done that in awhile, and even though it was really hot, he was
nervous about Jotaro taking him like that. He loved it, but the pain was almost
too much to handle sometimes. He shook his head, and whined lowly in his
throat.
He pressed his lips to the nape of Josuke's neck. "I'll use lube, but I'm not
going to finger you. If it's too much, you can use the safe action." he patted
the boy's thighs and sat back on his heels. He grabbed the lube and squeezed a
bit of it onto his fingers, just enough to make it easy to slide into his
uncle, and started slowly stroking himself.
He turned his head and peered over his shoulder. He was, honestly, scared of
what was going to happen. He hadn't misbehaved in a while, and this time it had
been an honest mistake, but Jotaro never let anything slide. His punishments
were always rough and intense, and he knew this one wasn't going to be any
different. He was surprised that Jotaro even considered asking him that,
though.
"Josuke," he wiped his hand off on the sheets, and then grabbed his cock, and
rubbed it over the teen's tight hole. He didn't bother warning him as he jerked
his hips and pushed into him. It was difficult, even with the lube, but with a
little pushing he was able to force half of his cock into him. "Relax." he
hissed.
He let out a gurgled cry and ducked his head again. He gulped down mouthful of
air to try and calm himself down, but it seemed like Jotaro was more impatient
than usual. He was so focused on breathing that he didn't have time to brace
himself when Jotaro roughly grabbed the back of his neck and shoved the rest of
his cock into him. "Mmph!" he gasped, and fat, hot tears started to wet his
cheeks. Even with the lube, it still felt like he was being torn in half.
"Fuck," he breathed shakily, almost overwhelmed by how tight his uncle was, as
he pulled out, and then slammed back into him. "You're, ah, bleeding again." he
could feel the warm liquid dripping onto the sheets, but he knew Josuke could
take the pain, and if anything, it made his thrusts easier.
He made a choked noise as Jotaro slammed into him again. The burning pain was
too much, way too much, for him to handle, but Jotaro seemed to be ignoring his
sobs. "Mmm!" he blinked away tears as he glanced over his shoulder, but before
he had a chance to signal his need for this to stop, he felt a hand on the back
of his neck, shoving his face into the pillows again.
"Stay, ah, still." he panted. He thrusted harder, thighs tensing from how good
it felt, and groaned as he felt Josuke clenching down on him again. He closed
his eyes, mouth hanging open, and tightened his hold on the back of the teen's
neck. "You always take my cock so well..."
He cried out and tried twisting his body again, but Jotaro's large hands held
him in place. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt his hands tightening
around his throat. He wheezed, feeling the pressure going to his head, and
glanced back through hazy eyes. "Mmm!" he shook his head, tears flowing freely
down his cheeks, and pushed his hips back.
"Should've gotten you a cockcage...You're dripping all over the place." he
roughly pressed down on Josuke's neck, and almost gasped when he felt the
muscles twitching under his fingers. Having Josuke like this, pinned and gagged
and completely at his mercy, was empowering, and more so than any of their
other sessions had been.
He whined, a low gurgle sound that sent more drool sliding down his chin, and
moved his thighs farther apart. It was starting to feel better, but only
because he'd been through worse pain, and was growing numb to it after a few
minutes. He was more focused on the pressure in his head, and the need to gulp
down more air.
"Fuck," he cursed and ducked his head, pressing his sweaty forehead to Josuke's
heated skin. "Next time, mm, I want to see your face." he grunted, hips roughly
stuttering forward again. He was close, so close, and feeling Josuke squeezing
down on him was only bringing him closed to climax.
"Jo...Mm!" he struggled to blink away hot tears as he pushed his hips back. He
was freezing cold, and shivering too much to keep his legs apart. He couldn't
remember when he'd slumped forward and fallen onto his stomach, but Jotaro
clearly hadn't cared enough to help him back up. He just laid there, body limp
against the sheets, and struggled to gulp down air as Jotaro slammed into him.
"I'm gonna cum...!" he panted, and out of habit, pressed harder on Josuke's
throat. He used his grip as leverage for thrusting harder, and it was only
getting easier with how relax Josuke seemed to have become. He bowed his head,
tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, and even felt a little bit of drool
on his chin.
He weakly twisted in Jotaro's grasp, but it wasn't enough. He wheezed and
tugged on his restraints, but he was too weak to break free, and the black
spots in his vision made it hard to focus. His bottom lip trembled slightly,
and then he completely relaxed against the sheets, face blue and cold.
Jotaro moaned loudly as his hips stuttered forward, and spilled deep inside of
his uncle. He was so into it that he hadn't realized how his tongue was still
hanging out of his mouth, or the red marks under his fingers. He licked his
hips as he pulled out, and used his thumbs to spread the teen's cheeks. "Wow,"
he mumbled as he brushed his thumb over the teen's hole, and watched his cum
drip out of him and onto the sheets.
He sat back on his heels. Something felt wrong, and terribly wrong. He nudged
Josuke's thigh and called his name, but the teen didn't move, and his chest
wasn't rising, either. He quickly moved to rip off the restraints, and watched
in horror as Josuke's arms fell limp as his sides. His wrists were an ugly
purple, but his neck looked worse.
He laughed as he flipped the teen over, and lightly slapped his cheek. "This
isn't funny." he couldn't stop the hysterical laughter bubbling in his chest,
or the frantic shaking of his hands as he gripped Josuke's chin. He felt tears,
real tears, slipping down his cheeks as he pressed two fingers to the side of
Josuke's neck.
He waited.
There was nothing.
He used Star Platinum and frantically pressed on his neck, and then his wrists,
but there was no pulse, not even a faint one. And, fuck, the look on Josuke's
face made his stomach twist.
His lips were swollen and still bleeding a bit, and his bottom lip even
twitched slightly, as did his whole body. His eyes were puffy from crying, and
rolled back into his head. His tongue was poking out from under the ball gag,
and when Jotaro reached back to undo the straps, his body twitched, almost like
he was taking in another breath.
He ran his hands over his face. What was he supposed to do? He fucking killed
him. He stood up, inhaled shakily, and closed his eyes as he tossed a blanket
over Josuke's dead body. He grabbed his phone, and pulled up his recent
messages.
-
They all suspected murder, but the only people who knew the truth were Rohan
and Jotaro. He didn't go to the funeral, but that was only because it had been
an open casket, and he couldn't handle walking up to Josuke's body and seeing
the look on his face, or the marks on his neck and wrists.
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