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"Caesar, if you were a flower, what kind would you be?"
There was a pause as the man in question took a drag from his cigarette. Joseph was currently laying out on the hotel bed they were sharing for the night, situated on his stomach and kicking his legs like an overgrown child. His chin was resting on his arms and he seemed genuinely deep in thought as he relaxed there. The room wasn’t necessarily nicer than their rooms at Air Supplena Island, but it was a change of scenery. The little hotel was decorated in creamy whites and soft golds and overlooked the canal below.
If Joseph were honest, it was a little too posh looking for his taste, but Caesar looked like he belonged in a place like this.
"I have no idea, JoJo. A rose? Since you call me Casanova all the time, it fits I guess? I don't know." Caesar took another pull before he ground the nearly burnt out butt on the ashtray by the window.
There was another pause and a hum from the brown-haired man. His sunkissed skin stood out well on those white hotel sheets and Caesar allowed himself to admire the Englishman while he was distracted. After all, it wasn’t often that the Joestar was quiet enough for anyone to look anywhere but his big mouth. Right now, in the easy quiet of the shared room, the Italian was able to let his eyes roam over JoJo’s muscular form without interruption.
"Hm. No, I don't think that's right." Came the slightly muffled response.
"Per- what do you mean that's not right? Did you not ask what flower *I* thought *I* was, or did I dream that part?" Caesar forced another cigarette from the pack. “Stupido.”
Joseph rolled himself over with a hum before he pushed himself up and walked over to the blond. Calloused fingers plucked the cheap cigarette from Caesar’s lips and threw it on the windowsill. The Joestar used his massive frame to crowd the other man against the wall, proud of the fact that he was the only one who could manhandle the blond.
“I was asking, but you gave the wrong answer.” Joseph lowered his head so he could kiss his partner’s neck before continuing. “You’re a sunflower. Tall - to some, I suppose”
That earned him a punch on the arm, but he continued on.
“Bright and beautiful, too. Roses are everywhere, but everyone notices a sunflower.” Joseph mused before pressing his lips to the dip of the blond’s clavicle.
Despite the protesting noise he made, Caesar craned his neck to give Jojo more access. Everything in him wanted to argue more, but there was little point. In his own, incredibly Joseph-like way, that was honestly romantic. They were at this hotel for a night away alone. The brown-haired man was now without a muzzle, but the ever ticking clock in his bedroom served to remind him that he was drawing ever closer to either the defeat of the pillar men, or succumbing to his death. Here, they could pretend they were lovers on holiday instead of two men staring down their mortality.
So, Caesar bit his tongue and ran his hand over the part of Joseph’s torso that was unburdened by clothes. Since the familiar jacket had long since been removed and placed in the small closet, the Englishman was able to make quick work of untucking the Italian’s shirt and pushing it up and over the mess of blond locks. While Caesar put his shirt to the side, the other man reached behind his head to untie the ever present strip of fabric, putting it atop the growing pile of clothes on the tiny breakfast table. Satisfied with seeing his lover’s face unadorned, Joseph bent down and kissed over toned pecs, big hands pushing the muscle together like one might do to breast.
Smiling to himself, Caesar reached down to unbuckle Joseph’s belt and moved on to concentrate on the button and zipper currently working hard to contain the erection straining behind the fabric. The tight underwear Joseph had on were pushed down, taking the jeans with them. The blond put a finger atop the head of the now freed cock and dragged the digit across the slit. He smiled as the Brit bucked his hips in response to the stimulus.
“Amore mio… Take off these clothes and get on the bed; let me see your beautiful body.”
Joseph backed away, though not without some whining about being separated from the other body. However, he did enjoy when Caesar took the lead, so he did as he was asked. While that was happening, the Italian removed his own garments - neatly folding them after they left his body. The other man, unsurprisingly, let his clothes stay strewn about the floor; wherever they fell was their new, temporary home.
Once they were both naked, Joseph sat himself at the edge of the bed, arms placed behind him so he could lean on them. He watched as his partner moved about to light some candles and turn the lamps off. When the mood was finally set, Caesar walked off to grab the bottle of lubricant the two used for such occasions before finally making his way over to the lounging Englishman.
The blond settled easily into Joseph’s lap, straddling his legs on either side of the sculpted thighs. He bit back a gasp as their dicks brushed against each other while he searched for the best position for what he had in mind. Once comfortable, he opened the bottle and poured a good amount over two fingers, making sure they were amply covered before closing the container with a snap. When capped again, the bottle was gently tossed to the side and Caesar brought his dry hand up to Joseph’s broad shoulder so he could properly steady himself. The other hand, covered in lubricant, traveled south between his own thighs and below his sensitive balls. With no hesitation, Caesar pushed the lubricated fingers inside himself.
“I would have done that for you, Cae.” Joseph brought up a hand of his own so that he could pat over the blond’s trembling thigh.
“I know, caro mio, but you are a little too good at it and we would wind up the way we do every night. Tonight we’re gonna, mmm, gonna do something different.” Caesar started out strong, but got distracted when the stretch started to feel good.
There was a moment of comfortable quiet as the Italian worked himself open enough to accept what his lover would give him. There were moments where the two sets of green eyes would meet, and it was almost too intense for either one of them. Wanting to participate, Joseph leaned forward in order to pepper kisses over his lover’s skin, but stopped abruptly when he felt fingers grab firmly onto the hair by the nape of his neck and pull his head back.
“Ah, ah, I didn’t say that you could do that, naughty boy. Move us up the bed, hm? Put your back on that headboard.” Caesar cooed and released the brown locks.
Dutifully, Joseph did as he was told. His hands grabbed under the blond’s pert backside and used the muscles in his legs to push both of them up the bed. After he had them both situated, all the brown-haired man could do was wait for the other to finish what he was doing. The Brit wanted to flip the Italian over and finish the job for him, but he willed himself into patience. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before the fingers that were inside his lover were instead gripping Joseph’s cock to guide it up into his waiting body. The reward was always worth the wait.
Caesar had prepped himself as much as he could in the short time, but it was never enough for what his partner was packing. He felt the burn as he slid down, but down he went until he was seated. The blond allowed Joseph to grip onto the meat of his ass as the feeling overtook them both; he was too distracted to reprimand him.
“Tonight, we’re gonna stay like this for a while, with you inside me. No moving, no thrusting - I’m just gonna keep you right here.” Caesar leaned forward and purred into the other man’s ear.
Joseph whimpered at the idea of not moving his hips, but also saw what his partner was getting at. It was honestly very strangely romantic in the most Caesar way possible.
“You know, in English we might refer to this idea, what you’re doing, as being a ‘cocksleeve’.” Joseph grinned as he said it, taking the initiative to slowly massage gentle circles on Caesar’s ass.
“Hmm, that makes it seem like I have no say in the matter. Is that what you want, Joestar? Do you want me to be your fuck toy? Your, how you say, cocksleeve?” The Italian replied before nuzzling his head under Joseph’s jaw, breath hot on the other man’s throat.
“Oh definitely. You’re a little too pretty for a plain old toy, though, maybe a fuck doll, instead?” The Englishman chuckled out in reply.
Joseph wrapped his arms around Caesar’s middle in order to hold the other man against him. The window was still open and it was letting a cool breeze in that was drifting in from the sea and making its way through the canals. It didn’t matter though; the Italian was warm against him and around him, the blond man’s dominant demeanor dissolving into a soft state that he let no one else see him in. No, this side of Caesar was reserved just for JoJo.
The tension that had been building up in Joseph seemed to melt away as he held the other man against him. Slowly, and carefully, he shuffled and situated himself so that he could lay down. Caesar’s weight on top of him was comforting, shielding him from the rest of the world. The other man shuddered and let a moan escape his lips as he was moved, but he settled soon enough. Here on the bed, only the two of them existed, and that was more than okay in Joseph’s mind.
“Do you think we could stay like this all night?”
“Don’t be stupid, JoJo.” Caesar bit out a retort, but his smile could be felt against the other man’s skin. If it was what Joseph wanted, he would gladly spend the rest of his life here.
“JoJo?”
“Mmm?”
“Se io sono un girasole, tu sei il sole.”