Writhing with Euphoria

Indie Noriaki Kakyoin RP Blog

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THIS BLOG HAS MOVED

Kakyoin is now housed at @collectioexfortuna

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Send ‘✌️’ for my muse’s reaction to yours slipping two fingers into their mouth.

Send 👉 for your muse to pull two of my muse’s fingers into their mouth instead.

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              His brow quirks upwards at the assumption. Tongue clicking against his paladar to create a ‘tsk tsk’ sound. Dio shook his head before answering.

           “——Next time, make sure to ask me before coming to conclusion.” The hand gripping around his chin moved up to his cheek, giving it a light pat. He stepped back, allowing Kakyoin to move freely.  The corner of his lips lifting with a smirk. If the other hadn’t been covered in paint, he would’ve offered a hand.   “——Shall we?”

Kakyoin felt a shiver run through him as he was released but managed to collect himself enough to nod and leave the room. He could still feel the lingering sensations of Dio’s touch...

When he reached the bathroom, he turned his back to Dio so he could undress. He still felt shy under his gaze. He slipped off his paint stained clothes quickly, looking at the floor.

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                 His comment earned a chuckle from him. There was no point in denying it when it was evident. Dio enjoyed having that sort of control over others, much like the one he had over Kakyoin. It brought him satisfaction, but he was far from done right now.

            “——Is that an open invitation, Noriaki?~” Dio teased back in the same mischievous tone as before, getting up from his seat to get closer to the artist. One of his hands gripping on his chin to force his head back and meet his stare. A devilish smile upon his lips. “——What have I told you about teasing me?”

Kakyoin’s eyes widened at the sudden proximity. He’s cheeks heated again and he could feel his heart start to race. He was even more beautiful up close.

“You can join me, I just thought you were busy tonight.” His voice was light, lost the teasing confidence. He felt pinned by Dio’s gaze. “I’d never say no to showering with you.”

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            “——Wrong answer.” Dio let go with a look of disappointment in his expression, moving past Kakyoin to rest his back against the counter. The playfulness in his voice was gone all so suddenly and instead, a disinterested stare was given in return. He shrugged it off.

            “——Shouldn’t you be picking whoever you find the most interesting? Why do you care of what I have to say?” His arms folded across his chest, tilting his head slightly to the side. He furrowed his brows. “——You already know my preferences. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I’ll pick then.” He said quickly, dismissing the subject. He didn’t want to annoy the man if he was already in a bad mood. His tone could change so quickly. 

He picked up the plates he’d set aside to begin to serve. Hopefully dinner would help his mood pick up. If not, the redhead knew he could study in his studio. He’d probably just had a rough day... He didn’t want to add any stress onto that.

“Dinner is ready.” He smiled over his shoulder.

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             A laugh that sounded far too sophisticated, almost as if rehearsed, came out from his lips at Kakyoin’s response. Dio had received plenty of compliments in his life, but nothing quite as similar to that. He was amused, if not, a little surprised as well at how honest it was.

           “——My, my, your words flatter me, Noriaki.” His smile was too devious for his words to be taken seriously, even if there was truth to them. “——Maybe I enjoy having your eyes on me.”

Kakyoin sighed softly and put down his brush. He wasn’t getting anywhere, especially when the man across from him seemed to insist on getting him flustered. He would start again later.

“I’m not surprised by that. You like attention.” His tone was teasing. “Right now though, I need to go shower. I’m covered in paint.”

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               The smirk upon his lips turned wider at Kakyoin’s reaction, letting go of his wrist.

           “——How about you react by finishing dinner, hm?” His tone was playful despite how firm his words had been. Dio reached for the knife with blood smeared across the blade to wash it off in the sink. He didn’t think anything out of the situation. It had been only an accident, as far as he was concerned.

                His amber hues glanced over his shoulder where the other was, slightly tilting his head to the side as he watched him dumbfounded, frozen in his stop. Was it too much? Dio chuckled at the thought. The blush on his cheek led him to believe so.

            He rested the knife down once h had closed the tap, turning on his heel to press his cold, wet hand against the side of Kakyoin’s neck, leaning closer to his ear from behind.

           “——What’s going on in that little head of yours, Noriaki?”

“Ah, right.” He straightened then to focus properly on the dinner that was simmering on the stove. He hadn’t zoned out for long enough for anything to overcook. He reached to open the cupboard that held the first aid kit, applying a band-aid to his cut.

He turned back to the stove to stir what was cooking but jumped at the sudden wetness against the sensitive skin of his neck. Dio’s voice sent shivers down his spine. He was so close, he could feel the heat of his breath in his words.

“I was.. Thinking about school.” He replied. “I need to pick an artist for a study. Mm, pick for me.”

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“Hm…” Rohan lapsed into silence at Kakyouin’s words, and began to lead their way to Tonio’s faithful establishment. He didn’t seem to care much for making sure to keep pace with his companion, walking as speedily as he always did. They soon reached the trattoria, and Rohan burst through the doors to make his way to his usual table.

The chef would be more than used to his antics by now, and besides–Tonio had mentioned that Rohan could make himself home whenever. Tonio was probably in the kitchen, busy with preparations or testing some new foods.

“–Take a seat. There isn’t a menu here, since Tonio decides what you’re going to have,” Rohan told Kakyouin bluntly. “You should show him your hand when he greets you.”

Kakyoin followed easily, his attention swaying between his thoughts and the scenery around him. Morioh was a nice town with a pleasant atmosphere, it was hard to believe what was going on beneath its surface.

He looked around the small restaurant he was brought to. It didn’t look like any place he’d been to before, with its two tables and quiet feel. He sat down across from Rohan when he was prompted to, tilting his head slightly at the information. 

“This is a strange place.” He commented. “But I’ll trust your judgement. Mm, can I ask what you know about Jojo’s past? I don’t want to tell you things you already know.”

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                   A pattern? He supposed you could call it as such. Perhaps, it was his mother who initially influenced him into taking interest in that, but despite her many attempts, Dio only cared about the art and not what it represented to those who firmly believed in God and his word. Dio was skeptical when it came to religion.

                  Noriaki’s words raised his interest, finding it amusing the way his cheeks turned red almost immediately after saying that, most likely without thinking. The lawyer was used to being complimented but something about this time was different. It was kind of cute how someone so reserved as the student, could get this easily embarrassed. Dio was planning to use that against him.

            “——Oh? Almost? What am I lacking of to be your perfect muse, Noriaki?” He questions with a teasing smile, amber eyes fixated on the teen while he waited for an answer.

Kakyoin pretended to think about his answer, to give himself some time to stop blushing. He made a thoughtful sound before speaking again, voice quiet.

“You’re too beautiful. For one, it’s distracting. When I look at you, I don’t want to take my eyes off you to be able to paint. But it’s also... Frustrating. I’m not good enough to capture your beauty and it feels like an insult to attempt it.”

He paused, lowering his head. “.. That’s what I’m painting now. You. But I can’t get it right.”

His current canvas wasn’t the first time he’d painted Dio but it was the first time he’d been caught trying. He had pages of his sketchbooks dedicated to him and still couldn’t quite master the lines of his face.

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Kakyoin blinked when he heard Dio’s footsteps. He focused again quickly and he felt hot when he’d realized what he’d been doing. And he’d been caught... He went to turn away to clean his injured finger but Dio’s hand closed around his wrist and he held still. He looked worried as he inspected the cut.

“I.. Must have zoned out.” He said sheepishly. “I’ll finish up quickly, just let me-”

He stiffened when Dio’s lips closed around his finger. His face flushed deeper at the feeling of his lips and tongue. His eyes were wide when Dio met his gaze. 

“I-I... Don’t really know how to react.” He gave a breathy laugh, flustered. 

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               Such a.. detailed, lewd dream. Jotaro wondered if it had really been such a thing or if his lover had fantasized about that situation in the past. He couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body as the image illustrated to him struck a chord of arousal.

          That, and the way Kakyoin was touching him. Looking at him.

     “Is that something you’re intending on doing?” he asked, not sounding at all repulsed by the proposition.

“It was just a dream. But I certainly don’t mind the thought.” Tendrils of Kakyoin’s Stand reached out to slowly wrap their way around Jotaro’s legs. They didn’t constrict him - but simply made their presence known by squeezing lightly. 

“Do you like that idea, Jojo? Being helpless before me? I didn’t think you’d be into something like that.” He hummed, tracing his fingertips up Jotaro’s lips, up his neck.. Tracing over his jaw slowly.

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Jotaro frowned a little. "... Happy birthday." He hadn't gotten anything prepared for Kakyouin, having had no idea what he'd want as a present. But then again, he could just ask him if he wanted anything. "What do you want?"

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“Thank you, Jojo.” Kakyoin smiled at his friend’s awkwardness. It was a quiet type of sweetness. Hard to understand unless you knew him. He enjoyed it. 

“You don’t need to get me anything.”

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               Those teasing touches were something Jotaro had become accustomed to, his skin starting to rise in anticipatory goosebumps. It didn’t take the other’s forward groping for him to know what Kakyoin wanted and he was always thankful for the other’s initiative. Even now it was hard for him to make the first move.

     “A dream?” Jotaro prodded, his legs spreading just so. His partner was so beautiful when his eyes lit up this way, with life and playful energy. He reached out then, caressing the side of the other’s face before carding his fingers through Kakyoin’s single, thick curl.

     “Tell me about it.”

Kakyoin lent into that soft touch. It felt mean to torment him when he was being this sweet... But the redhead wasn’t against being mean.

“Mm, I had you blindfolded with your arms tied behind your back. You were on your knees, and all you could focus on was me. On the taste of my cock in your mouth, on how my hand felt in your hair.” His voice was low as he spoke, locking eyes with Jotaro. “You looked so good like that. Such a pretty mess..”

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“I should be able to go out this weekend if I keep things slow.” Kakyoin was smiling as he said this. His recovery was going smoothly but he was starting to go crazy, held within the white walls of the hospital all the time. He missed being outside. Not even the small garden on the hospital grounds was good enough anymore.

“You should keep me company, Jojo. Make sure I don’t get lost.”

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Drifting gently to the surface, Jotaro became slowly aware of the gentle contact gliding over his warm skin. The body beside him was hot and close, familiar in the way it lay against his and the weight it rested in the mattress.

Kakyoin was his every sunrise now.

He sighed, the sound catching roughly in his throat as he stirred. That whisper of attention to his length had Jotaro’s lip twitching into the smallest of smirks. The redhead was deception incarnate in many ways; less patience than his polite demeanor indicated, cheekier than his unassuming appearance made him out to be. It would have been easy, in a fleeting experience, to pass him off as nothing more than a boring, uptight goody-two-shoes.

What a difference. Jotaro thought with a wider smile, his eyes finally blinking open to look up at his lover. He’s so vibrant.

“Morning..”

Kakyoin’s hands continued to roam across Jotaro’s muscular build. His movements were lazy, slowed by sleep with no urge to quicken them. He was relaxed and comfortable but feeling quietly playful.

He traced his thighs with light touches, dipping his fingers between them before returning to the outside once more. After a few more moments of these touches he firmly cupped Jotaro’s crotch as a smirk split across his face. There was no use in playing innocent; Jotaro already knew what he was doing.

“I had a good dream, Jojo. You were in it.” He said softly, amusement in his voice.

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              With each jerk back and forth of his hips, Dio hummed. Unlike his partner, he was far from worked out, never mind close to being satisfied.The man had stamina and while he very much enjoyed this, it wasn’t nearly enough. Kakyoin’s moans filling the room only did so much to help, tugging harder of his hair before doing the opposite and let go, pushing his head back against the pillow and keeping it there with his hand pressed on the side of his skull.

                   Dio’s hand on the redhead’s hip pulled his ass higher, forcing him to arch his back in the process. A shift of angle—one that seemed to work much better for him, drew a satisfied moan as result, followed by a dark chuckle as he tilted his head to the side to have a better look of Kakyoin’s expression. He had always liked to see the kind of faces his lovers made.

            “——Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you’re when you cry, my dear?”

Kakyoin was aware that Dio wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied and he wanted so much to satisfy him. There was no resistance as the older man pulled and pushed at him, manipulating his body in whichever way suited him best. He was too caught up in making sure he didn’t finish too soon. 

But his focus was for naught and he gave a strangled yell as he spilled over his bare stomach and the bed beneath them. He didn’t even realize his cheeks were wet with tears until Dio’s words washed over him. He could feel his legs shaking but he didn’t give in to the tired ache that set in his muscles, trying to stay stable for the other man’s pleasure. 

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"So... Jotaro-san said that today's your birthday?" Rohan grimaced. "Of course you'd have a birthday during o-bon. Here you go. Do whatever you like with it." He shoved a pristine wrapped box clearly stamped with Gucci. Whether Kakyouin liked what was inside really didn't matter to Rohan--it barely cost anything to him.

“I don’t know why my birthday being during obon would suit me but I won’t question it. It’s always been nice to have festivities around my birthday celebrations.” He smiled as he took the box given to him. “You didn’t have to get me anything, but I appreciate it. Thank you, Rohan.”

Jotaro had made him aware of how relaxed Rohan was with his riches but he didn’t even want to think about how much this must have cost him. 

“I wouldn’t usually open this in front of you but you seem like you’d like seeing people’s reactions?” His tone was amused and questioning as he watched the younger man.