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➣Daddy Calls

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✒ “I’m not even going to touch on why I was upset. It’s only 5 minutes, so that’s not too much harm done.” 

  Rohan flashes a playful grin at Allen then, a certain glint in his eye signaling his now comfortable mood because of the two. Regardless of tardiness, he enjoyed their company, so being around them didn’t take too long to make him just that much more peppy. Not too much, however. This is Rohan we’re talking about. 

✒ “Next time, Allen just… try to keep a better eye on the time. And I’ll be sure to text you before I leave the house.Now that that’s out of the way, first thing’s first, where do you want to go to eat?” 

  It wasn’t even necessary to point out that it was his treat. That’s how it always went, and now bared the semblance of common knowledge.

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“ Elfy, shut up. ”  He would’ve hit the kid if Rohan wasn’t there.  This was the only thing he said to the little shit before directing his attention to the mangaka.

He wasn’t mad?  Well, Allen definitely wasn’t complaining.  it was nice to be in a relationship with such a forgiving guy.  “I’ll do better~.”  His tone made the comment sounds teasing, almost sarcastic in a way, even though he meant it.

“ Eat?  Uh…”  His eyes drifted over to Elfy.  Allen really wasn’t the best decision maker, this was something most people knew, and he didn’t really care where they went, as long as their weird little family was together.

“ Were you wanna go, Elfy? ”

[imaginationmint]

“Hm?” Everything seemed to fall on the pointy-eared american, it seemed- now they had to decide where to eat?  Thank goodness they had great taste. There were a couple cafe’s in Morioh they could go to, or a restaurant if they wanted to indulge a bit… But a  cafe would do juuuust fine.

“How about… Cafe Deux Magots? They’re pretty good, yeah? Unless ya’ll wanna go somewhere else instead. I think a Cafe is nice for now.”

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✒ “The cafe is actually a fine idea. I didn’t want to eat too heavy to begin with.” 

  That said, the mangaka silently makes his way over to the drivers side of the car, opening the door, before stopping. Just as he was about to duck his way behind the wheel, he pulls himself back up to flash an almost playful glare at the duo. His joking tone aside, the severity behind his words were clear to those who knew him.

✒ “If I hear either of you arguing over who gets ‘shotgun’, you’re both walking back home. So work something out before getting into the car.” 

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      Rohan wasn’t necessarily certain why, but he felt for some reason this exact situation would be able to be avoided. Lord knows why. After everything that had just taken place, it wasn’t overly surprising. After a moment, of what could only have been thought, the mangaka finally speaks. 

  His gaze fall to the floor, as he pulls away, ready to speak his peace. He just hoped that he would be able to get it through clearly, without confusing anything, or hurting Josuke. Emotional communication was never a strong suit. 

✒ “No. I don’t… I don’t hate you at all, Josuke. Not in the least. I..” 

  He heaves a sigh. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

✒ “I don’t have anything against you… I appreciate your company, and I like spending time with you. Sometimes I just get rather distracted. It’s nothing against you at all… It just happens.. I come off as careless because I’m so work focused.. In all reality, I… I like you too.”

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Josuke never expected his hands to shake so terribly or to be so anxious as he waited for the artist to speak. What would he do if he did hate him? How would he be able to brush what had happened out of his mind? Maybe it could be chalked up to the cold or something. 

A shaky breath was released as the artist began to speak, holding him tighter to his own body. He was filled with relief, the anxious knot in his stomach releasing almost immediately. 

The boy allowed his face to be buried against  Rohan’s shoulder, closing his eyes after a few moments. “I’m… So glad.” he murmured softly, pulling away after a while to look at him. “Thank you so much, Rohan… I’m sorry I’ve been a pretty big dick till now, but… I wanna keep getting along like this. Whatever this is…” 

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 Against his better judgement, the mangaka found himself questioning more than just the teen. But the air, the situation... His statement presented a solid inquiry; What was this? Were they romantically involved now, just because they kissed? Was this some kind of .... off handed confession? Did it open a window to a possible love interest or dating? Moreover, could Kishibe even handle dating someone? All of these thoughts began to buzz around the elder man’s head, before he found himself squeezing the teen. Burying his face in kind, Rohan heaves a small sigh, attempting to gain some mental baring. 

   ✒ “That’s ... actually a good question.” 

  Pulling away, just a bit slowly, to keep eye contact, the mangaka’s brow raises, and he puts on a small, but playful smirk. Maybe keeping an air of teasing will make him seem more put together than he actually was... Maybe it would distract Josuke from his rapid heart beat, and his now shaking hands. 

  ✒ “What is this?” 

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Rohan wasn’t sure if this was her way of being sincere, or if she was honestly just trying to poke fun at him. All the same, he took it as a challenge. Not anything new for the writer. Everything was a challenge to him. No matter what.

✒ “… Fine.”

And with that, he too began to strip. If Yuzuki wanted to challenge him, he’d give her a run for her money. He peeled off his shirt, and headband, folding them and placing them aside. No point in putting them in the dirty clothes if he was just goign to throw them back on anyway. Typical boy.

✒ “Now you pick the temperature.”

He jerks a thumb to the shower, as he idly fiddles with his pants, eventually standing in just his boxers.

“Nnn…”

With one last grumble of defiance, quickly being replaced by embarrassment, she steeled herself and removed the last of her clothing. Trustworthy or not, being naked in another person’s presence wasn’t something she should get used to, or so she figured. But if she was going to let him see all of her, it was only fair if they were on equal playing fields, so to say.

Yuzuki gingerly stepped into the shower, a hand reaching for the faucet’s handle and running the water, twisting at it carefully until the temperature was at an acceptable level.

“It’s…it’s good now.”

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✒ “Fair enough.” 

  Once he himself was fully undressed, he too joined her in the shower. Now, he was a growing man. He had needs, and carnal hungers just like every other boy his age. The only difference, was that his capacity for self control knew nearly any bounds. Most things he did, or moves he made were thought through, before they were carried out. Statistically applied to the cause and effect factor. All the same, he did his best to keep his eyes off of Yuzuki, and on the shower head. Clearing his throat once or twice before reaching past her, and towards the rag. 

  Due to positioning, her back was to him. Which, was likely a blessing in disguise. Regardless of his composure, he was in the shower, naked, with a young woman whom for some time now, he’s had mixed feelings about. Were she to turn around, were his eyes to wander to the wrong place, at the wrong time; It likely would turn this entire situation into a shitstorm of awkward air.

✒ “Let me just... wash your back for you.” 

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/Listen/ [Just kind of saunters up, and leans against the doorframe. Jerks a thumb at Elfy.] That'd be my territory. Charted and counted for.

“Meh, doesn’t look or smell like it..If was me he would still be in a wheelchair to show my marks on him.”

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“Oh calm down kiddo, I’m just playing with him. I know he couldn’t handle what I could give him daily…And hourly matter of fact. Besides I just did you a favor…He’s much cuter now than before when he is panicking. Like a doe in a wolf den isn’t he?”

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✒ “....” 

 The mangaka thought it wiser not to justify any of that prior stupidity with a response, and instead pushed himself from the door frame, and made his way toward the exit. 

✒ “As long as we have an understanding. I don’t want to have to speak to you again if I can help it. Your presence makes me cringe.” 

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✒ “He assured me he was innocent of the entire ‘seduction’ thing… Is that what it looked like?” And suddenly, Rohan was second guessing.

“ Oh that’s definitely what was going on.  Elfy likes to use that INNOCENT CHARM of his to get people  riled up. Trust me, I should know. ”

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“I... see...” 

Well. there was no other way. Rohan would have to destroy  this man.

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/Listen/ [Just kind of saunters up, and leans against the doorframe. Jerks a thumb at Elfy.] That'd be my territory. Charted and counted for.

“Meh, doesn’t look or smell like it..If was me he would still be in a wheelchair to show my marks on him.”

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✒ “You seem to be a bit confused. I treat him like a human being, not a sack of meat. That’s probably one of the main reasons he still bothers with me.” 

  Rohan’s tone was as condescending as ever.

✒ “Perhaps try approaching him with the brain in your head, instead of the one in your pants. I find that tends to make the unattractive people slightly more appealing.”

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“I AM RESPONSIBLE!!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING—”

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✒ “Right... who is that guy, anyway?” 

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*Anon's face starts to melt into a yellow goo* YOU THOUGHT IT WAS AN ANON HITTING ON YOU BUT IT WAS ME! RUBBER SOUL!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I DON’T WANNA BE A HIPPIE!!!!!”

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Look who just happened to be walking by and see all of this going down? That’s right, Rohan.

✒“Who is this and what’s going on?”

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                   “Well, no, I- Maybe-?…”

     The other’s words took a moment to really sink in, the teen’s eyes widening before he finally dared to look Rohan in the face – mostly because he was too surprised to feel any sort of embarrassment at this point. Rohan would have hounded him for anything else- so this was unexpected.

     “You—” Teeth worried at his bottom lip during the pause in his words, fingers fumbling with the hem of his uniform jacket. “You really think so…?” Josuke swallowed thickly, blinking to distract himself from tearing up. If he was being honest, he would’ve said he was pretty nervous to have Rohan of all people know about this. But maybe, just maybe… It wasn’t so bad to have him know. The guy wasn’t even insulting him much more than usual.

     “I’m, uh, thanks.” It felt like a weight fell off his shoulders. But… Would it be appropriate to confess now? “I gotta- tell you something else… actually. It’s kinda why I wanted to tell you about this sometime, and not… Okuyasu or Koichi or whoever.”

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    He looked a little more than just concerned at this point. Admittedly, he had a pretty... firm idea of what it was Josuke was going to confess to. He wasn’t dense, or stupid, but he also didn’t like to get a swelled head. This in mind, he settled back a bit, to relax, and moved hid focus to the teen’s mannerisms.

✒ “Well, I’m all ears..”

 Rohan sat back, pondering gently on what the possibilities could be. There were so many, and safe his hunch, there were others. He just didn’t want to assume. That never went well. And since expectation is the doorway to disappointment... 

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   He couldn't quite pin why, but for some reason the tacked on 'mostly anyway' caused him a bit of inner discomfort. He had no doubt Josuke had a fair enough grasp on what to do, and what not to do, but just.. for some reason, hearing it confirmed out loud made him shift a little. Of course, the discomfort didn't last too long, when he felt the slicked finger pressing against his entrance.

  His mouth opened gently, and he bit his lower lip, eyes sliding closed slowly. The hand caressing his chest, and cheek, repeating the motion, put him in a daze of comfort, as the mangaka's hands fall to Josuke's chest, where they rest. He did his best to focus on the touch of Josuke, nuzzling into his palm when the hand would make it to his face. Most of the time, he was keeping his breathing under control the best he could. Which, had some moments of fair difficulty. Once the digit made it's way in, Rohan shifted, his lower lip sliding between his teeth where he nibbled.

✒ "It feels just fine.. "

The artists throbbing mass was already beading. Lord only knows how long it's been since he's had the satisfaction of release, or how long it'd been since he'd even touched himself. Much more, by someone so attractive. Yes, he found Josuke attractive, clearly. But the man could never find himself brave enough to swallow his pride and make a move. Well, before today, he couldn't. Another moment or so of silence, and he very impishly rolls his hips against the boy's finger, hoping to perhaps coax him into adding more. Preparation was important, but Kishibe sometimes lacked patience.

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This was it. The moment of truth. 

She watched him unwrap the blanket and carry it away, leaving her standing on the washroom floor while the shower ran in the background. Almost robotically, she removed her shorts and hung it up on the metal rack. Rohan’s footsteps came closer and closer as she reached for the hem of her tshirt, only barely lifting it past the soft curves of her waist when he walked back in.

And then she froze.

“Even if you’re looking away, it’s still embarrassing…”

She shifted on her heels, letting go of her shirt and pulled it back down instead, the bottom edges almost covering her panties.

“It’s….not fair if I’m the only one naked. You’re, um..you’re getting in there with me,” the last of her words a weak mumble as she furrowed her brows and stared at her toes.

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Rohan wasn’t sure if this was her way of being sincere, or if she was honestly just trying to poke fun at him. All the same, he took it as a challenge. Not anything new for the writer. Everything was a challenge to him. No matter what. 

✒ “... Fine.” 

And with that, he too began to strip. If Yuzuki wanted to challenge him, he’d give her a run for her money. He peeled off his shirt, and headband, folding them and placing them aside. No point in putting them in the dirty clothes if he was just goign to throw them back on anyway. Typical boy. 

✒ “Now you pick the temperature.” 

He jerks a thumb to the shower, as he idly fiddles with his pants, eventually standing in just his boxers. 

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➣Daddy Calls

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   Elfy was different than Allen -  he took little time to get ready, along with being much more organized than Allen had ever been.  It wasn’t a surprise to find Elfy eager and ready to leave.  Allen almost said something to the teen, but stopped as he heard movement, and the distinct sound of a car door shutting, followed by Rohan speaking.

“ Wait - what? ”  He almost felt a bit offended that the man had expected this from him, even if he was right to assume so.  “  In that case, We’ll be out in a minute. ”  Allen hung up without another word, before looking over to Elfy.  “ You’re ready right?  He’s right outside and we’re late so let’s get going already. ”  He gestured for the teen to follow him before turned and heading to the door. Quickly, he made his way outside and over to where Rohan was waiting, offering the man a bit of an apologetic smile as he approached.  “ Sorry about the hold up, but we’re ready to go now! ”

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Efly was organized in a sense, yes, but their way of doing things was… Well, not the most visually organized. They always seemed to make some sort of mess and find some way to identify whatever was in said mess. It was odd seeing how it play out, especially when it came to getting dressed and such.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been ready! You’re so slow, I was just waiting on you.” The grumbled as they fixed their glasses, scratching the back of their head until Elfy followed Allen out the door. “Honestly…” They murmured, a smile returning to their face as they jogged up next to Allen to greet the other.

“The only hold up we had was Mr. ‘I’m gonna sit and watch T.V.’ over here. I’m pretty sure I brushed my hair, like, ten times waiting on you, Allen.”

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✒ “I’m not even going to touch on why I was upset. It’s only 5 minutes, so that’s not too much harm done.” 

  Rohan flashes a playful grin at Allen then, a certain glint in his eye signaling his now comfortable mood because of the two. Regardless of tardiness, he enjoyed their company, so being around them didn’t take too long to make him just that much more peppy. Not too much, however. This is Rohan we’re talking about. 

✒ “Next time, Allen just... try to keep a better eye on the time. And I’ll be sure to text you before I leave the house.Now that that’s out of the way, first thing’s first, where do you want to go to eat?” 

  It wasn’t even necessary to point out that it was his treat. That’s how it always went, and now bared the semblance of common knowledge.

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It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

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Never done a TMI Tuesday. Slightly terrified, but it could be fun.

Laying down for a short nap, then I’ll try to work on any of these that I get when I come back. o/

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                  The compliment was appreciated, but it didn’t make the teen feel that much better at all. Why would this man suddenly be supportive? Was it because it was that much of a personal matter? This level of intimacy wasn’t what Josuke was used to with the artist. Even if he did harbor a crush.

     “No, I mean, yeah, I mean— it’s just a very personal thing! It’s not something I intended to tell anyone at the start. All the support I needed was from my mom, really- anyone else was just- I don’t really want anyone to think differently of me, that’s all.” He grumbled, biting his lip in frustration. “I meant to tell you eventually.”

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✒ “Did you expect me to ostracize you or something?” 

   His brow lifts in honest curiosity, before shaking his head. He’d thought he always displayed his accepting nature openly. Or at least his opened mindedness on such manners. Either way, it was clear now, he hadn’t been. Of which, for some reason, brought a pang of regret to the center of his chest. 

✒ “You’re still the same old Josuke to me. There’s no difference. Still a guy, still an inexplicable pain in my ass... still the person I met you as.” 

  There was a slight hesitation with that last part. It was as though he was swallowing the words he wanted to say, likely in fear of the response he’d get. 

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                  “Thanks. Wouldn’t have expected that from you.” The teen willed himself to calm down, nervous about the artist’s own opinion as a second thing – though the man didn’t seem bothered, which was a good start. Here he thought he’d ruined his chances with him. Did Rohan have an open mind after all? He wondered.

     “That’s- good, actually. You’re not supposed to be able to tell- nobody is. Only other person who knows is my mom. Nobody else needs to see what’s in my pants anyway- ‘Cept maybe the doctor- whatever, that’s not even relevant.”

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✒ “I’ll be honest with you. Regardless of the relevance,  you’re doing very well for yourself.” 

  There were many questions he had, but to be frank, the fact that he even came out at all... Be it by accident, or otherwise... It was impressive. Setting his curiosities aside for the time being, Rohan moves to sit down next to the teen. 

✒ “Why hide it from me? You don’t treasure my opinion that much, do you?” 

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                   “—I-I mean…!” Shit. Slip of the tongue. He just hoped he could trust Rohan enough to keep this under wraps. “I meant to tell you, I swear! Just don’t tell anyone about this…!”

✒“Ah... You can trust me but.. I never would’ve guessed.”

To be frank, it was surprising. No one would have ever guessed just by looking at him, and regardless of his sometimes effeminate features, or gestures, he seemed to be, undeniably, 150% male.

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when you go on my blog the first post is a thread titled “daddy calls” and it’s exactly what you guys think it is.

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|| Do you see this shit? This lack of shame. This is a sinNER WE HAVE HERE

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DONT DO THIS TO ME I AM ASHAMED

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|| NO. I DO WHAT I WANT.