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Rohan has argued with his editors over the phone before, but this current one was incredibly persistent. He barked Rohan's ear off about the latest chapter he's submitted and hung up, leaving the mangaka to simmer in frustration to the point where he felt a small migraine coming on. The artist found no point in continuing his work for the day; his mood and inspiration had been thrown off, and he figured he'd make up for it later.
Now Rohan is laying in bed, debating whether or not he should get up and grab some painkiller for his headache or if he should just wait for Josuke to come back from the hospital and use Crazy Diamond. It seems that the latter option would be quicker, for after only a minute or so, he hears the front door being unlocked and opened. The sound of his boyfriend shuffling around downstairs, walking in and out of rooms calms him down a bit. Rohan knows that he's probably looking for him.
"Josuke, I'm upstairs!"
No reply is made, but footsteps begin climbing the stairs, and the bedroom door opens with a slight creak before Josuke steps inside, smiling brightly. It's one of those days where he comes back home wearing his lab coat, instead of leaving it in his locker at his workplace as usual. The coat is most likely due for a wash, and as Josuke's said before, there's not really any point in taking it off until he gets back.
Rohan has seen him in this attire before-- looking like a proper and professional doctor, even with his hair made up into a ridiculous pompadour. Underneath the coat, he wears a neat, light-blue oxford button down that does wonders for his broad shoulders and chest. It's tucked into his pants, and topped off with a maroon colored tie held in place by a tie pin that Rohan had given him when he graduated from medical school. His dark grey slacks fit him perfectly, and they only help with showing off his long, fit, legs. While at work or reading files at home, he wears his reading glasses; thin-framed, and well suited to bring out his eyes even more. The point is, Josuke looks good when he walks into the bedroom early that evening, and it makes Rohan's mood change for the better instantly.
"Hey, Rohan," Josuke greets him, "I was looking for you." He walks over to where Rohan is laying down, and leans over to plant a kiss on the top of his head. Then he walks around the bed to sit on his side of the mattress. "What are you doing up here? I thought you'd still be working." It was still bright enough outside to keep the room lights off, even though it was well past afternoon. Rohan usually worked until the evening, or whenever he decided to stop and have dinner.
"Just taking a break." Rohan doesn't mention the asshole of an editor or headache he was starting to get, because after seeing Josuke like this, he can feel it start to fade. He sits up and leans back against the headboard. "How was work?"
"Hmm, same old, same old." He doesn't look it, but Rohan can tell he's tired. Having to go through so many people, each with their own set of problems, reoccurring and new; even if he's helping them all out, it still takes a toll on his body and mind. Josuke fishes his pockets for his wallet and cell phone, and places them on the small bedside table. After removing his tie pin, hospital I.D. badge, and pager, he stands back up to take off his coat.
"Josuke, wait."
"Hm?" He has both hands on the lapels of the coat, and he's just about to pull it off of him. He's frozen like that, waiting for Rohan to finish what he wants to say.
Formal wear has always been sort of a thing for Rohan, and the lab coat only helped tie it all together to make Josuke look more professional. He swallows the lump in his throat before voicing his request. "Keep it on..?"
Josuke frowns slightly. "But how else am I supposed to wash--"
"I don't feel so good..." Rohan interrupts, cutting to the chase and hoping that the words come out seductive enough to pique Josuke's interest. "Can you find out what's wrong, doctor?" His boyfriend's eyes widen, watching him carefully. The atmosphere seems to shift as Josuke catches on, and after a brief moment of possible consideration, he lowers his arms, sliding his coat back on slowly.
"I'll have to give you a check-up then." He pulls out an extra pair of latex gloves from his coat pocket, fits them on with a snap, and motions for him to come closer. Rohan crawls to the other side of the bed, and sits up on his knees, waiting for Josuke to touch him.
Instead, Josuke brings out a tongue depressor from his pocket ("Isn't that just a popsicle stick?" "Come on, Rohan, that's not what the book calls 'em!") and bends over a little so they're both at the same eye level. "Open wide," he says, smiling as if Rohan was a child in the examination room.
Rohan does not smile back. He squints at him and crosses his arms. "Are you serious?"
"How else am I supposed to figure out what's wrong?"
This wasn't at all what Rohan was asking for, and even though Josuke looks completely serious, it's obvious he was playing around with him. Nevertheless, he does what he's told, and Josuke presses the thin, wooden stick down flat against his tongue.
"Mmhm... nothing to worry about here." He removes the stick and tosses it aside on the nightstand.
Josuke steps closer and leans down to press his ear against Rohan's chest. "Breathe in deep for me and hold it." Rohan obeys and inhales to hold his breath. Normally, Josuke would be using a stethoscope, but it isn't like he has one with him now. And Rohan did prefer their close proximity. Josuke is warm against his chest, and as stupid as he thinks this whole check-up thing is, it's also actually kind of sweet and intimate.
"You can breathe out now." As Rohan exhales, Josuke rises and taps at his shoulder. "I need you to remove your clothes and lie back so I can check your lymph nodes."
Rohan bites his tongue to hold back his sass just this once. Silently, he lifts his shirt off before sliding his pants down and kicking them off. He scoots back on the bed in nothing else but his boxer briefs, trying to find a comfortable position so he could lay himself down.
"Your underwear too."
He rolls his eyes then (he knows very well that taking all his clothes off aren't necessary), pulling and shimmying his hips to get his underwear off, and throws it at Josuke, who snorts and dodges it.
When he's finally stark naked, he lays back down on the bed slowly as Josuke stands over him. He touches two fingers to one side of Rohan's neck, and then the other. His gloved fingers press gently into skin, and slide lower to just above his collarbone. He swipes his sides below the armpit before he heads lower-- prodding near the groin. Rohan's breath hitches, as the light pressure there is like a switch, setting off a little flame in the pit of his stomach, and causing him to blush.
"There are two down here, did you know that?" The tone Josuke uses is one that he would use with an actual patient, as if he's making casual conversation. Rohan doesn't really appreciate it, considering how he just wants Josuke to touch him in a very different manner. He's just about to bark at his "doctor" to get a move on already, when suddenly, the hand is gone.
Josuke stands upright and removes his gloves. "Well, I can't find anything wrong, so I guess that's that."
He walks away to take a seat at the foot of the bed, and shrugs when he's met by a glare from Rohan. It's obvious that Josuke's a little riled up by how forward he was earlier, but the way he's just toying with him now... Rohan wants to kick him off right then and there. He absolutely despises asking for sex, but he was the one that brought this up. And he knows Josuke needs this to de-stress as well.
"But I still don't feel better," he whines. "Please, can't you do anything?"
Josuke taps his foot against the carpet and turns around. "Can you describe what it feels like then?"
Making a show of pouting, Rohan huffs impatiently and turns his head away. "I feel so warm all over my body... and sometimes I get so hot, I can't stand it..."
Josuke shifts slightly where he sits. "And what do you do during the times you can't stand it?"
"I touch myself here," Rohan whispers, covering his groin with a hand. He bends his knees up and inches his fingers lower. "Sometimes here, too."
Josuke hums. "I see. Can you show me?"
Nodding, Rohan closes his eyes and begins to palm his cock. His toes curl in at the feeling, and his breathing becomes heavy when he opens his eyelids and sees the way Josuke is gazing at him. He never thought he would, but Rohan loves being in this position-- where Josuke seemingly has the advantage. Though they both know Rohan could end things within a blink of an eye. His cock is hard now from his own teasing, but it also looks like Josuke is in the same state without any touches at all.
Rohan decides to push it further, and brings his hand lower to swirl his fingertips around his hole. When he looks back up, Josuke's cheeks are flushed and his breath is staggering. Rohan can see his jaw clench and his pupils dilate ever so slightly. Josuke's staring at him hungrily, and he's all about ready to pounce, but won't actually do it-- not until Rohan gives him the green light. He loves the effect he has on this man.
"Please, doctor?"
As if he had started a race, Josuke quickly removes his coat, tossing it onto the floor, before loosening his tie and undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. He kneels onto the bed and unbuckles his belt, discarding it to the side as well with a loud "clink" as it hits the floor. Rohan licks his lips when Josuke unbuttons his slacks and unzips his fly. Without removing his pants, he pulls his cock out, head flushed an angry red, and still growing hard. As he moves up the bed, Rohan stretches his legs out toward and underneath Josuke.
"What are you gonna do with this? Hm?" He asked, letting the instep of his foot brush against the other man's cock. Josuke grabs his ankles and pushes his legs up and to his sides before crawling up the bed and settling in between them. He kisses the inside of each of Rohan's thighs, sucking small bruises onto them, and marking his territory. Then he sucks his middle finger into his mouth, and brings it out with a quiet "pop," wet and coated in saliva.
"I'm going to give you an injection," Josuke smirked. Rohan couldn't even laugh at how horribly cheesy his words were; he didn't care at that point. He needed Josuke to fuck him already.
He rubs his spit-lubed finger at Rohan's entrance teasingly before he dipping it in. As he pushes down to the last knuckle, he leaves more kisses at the junction of Rohan's pelvis and thigh, earning soft mewls from the artist when he lightly scrapes the skin there with his teeth. Then Josuke turns his head and spits onto his perineum, while continuing to thrust and twist his finger in. He watches his saliva dribble down until it reached where his finger and his boyfriend's rim meet. And at that point, he can't hold back. After licking up the trail of his saliva, he removes his finger, opting to nudge something else into that sweet, little, pucker.
Josuke fits his hands behind Rohan's knees and pushes his legs up, nearly folding him in half. He doesn't tease any longer-- the playful licks that he usually starts off with are replaced by broad, wet, stripes. Rohan nearly screams when Josuke sucks hard on his rim, but does cry out when he finally straightens his toungue and pushes it inside. He shudders when he feels the hot, wet muscle begin to enter him. It's not the same as Josuke's fingers or his cock; it's smaller and softer, but it's just as intimate. There have been numerous times where Rohan has cum from Josuke rimming him alone-- and this is definitely about to be another one of those days.
Rohan is panting hard above him, caught in between the frustration of Josuke not slamming into him with his cock, and the ecstacy of Josuke's tongue licking in, out, and all over his entrance. He has no idea what to do with his hands, yanking at the bedsheets or at Josuke's hair, wanting to simultaneously pull him away and push him in more. "Ahh! I'm gonna cum, Josuke, p-please!"
Though instead of stopping like Rohan had thought he'd would, Josuke lowered his legs, propping them over his shoulders so he could make better use of his hands. He spreads Rohan's cheeks apart, kneading and groping to get his tongue in deeper, to let Rohan know his feeling of pure want. Two fingers join his tongue, and immediately aim for his prostate, lightly and quickly rubbing the bundle of nerves to send Rohan over the edge, crying out for more. He cums with a sob, shutting his eyes and tossing his head back wailing, as he spills himself onto his abdomen, and his inner muscles spasm and clench onto Josuke's tongue and fingers.
Slowly, coming down from the high, Rohan opens his eyes, dazed and exhausted, to find Josuke sitting up and wiping his chin. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, but doesn't remove it. He does pull his tie off though, taking a glance at the deep red color of it in his hand before letting it go. For a split second, Rohan thought it'd end up wrapped around his wrists or stuffed into his mouth. He could never really tell what Josuke would do next when they were both up for being a little kinky.
"Better now?"
Rohan can't even speak, as he's still trying to reel himself in and catch his breath. His eyes follow Josuke as he leans over to lay down above him, reaching toward the nightstand to squirt some lube in his hand and bringing it lower to slather it onto his cock.
"Looks like all you needed was some professional help."
Rohan gives a small nod at that. Josuke kisses up Rohan's jaw and sucks on the skin just below his ear. He adjusts his position, hiking Rohan's legs up to fit around his waist before lining himself up. "Keep your legs like this. I'm gonna fuck you now."
Without further notice, he pushes in slowly, savoring the friction and tightness, as Rohan shudders and whimpers under him. When Josuke bottoms out, he doesn't even wait a second before pulling out and thrusting back in, pistoning his hips quickly and without any aim. He turns his head to look at Rohan under him, glossy-eyed and sated, already blissed out from his own previous orgasm.
"Talk to me, Rohan, tell me how you feel."
It's too much, too soon. There isn't any other way to describe it, he feels so relaxed and so full. He's still too sensitive for it to feel good, but not enough to where it hurts him. Rohan winds his arms around his neck, and hides his face in Josuke's shoulder. "Doctor," he whines, "you make me feel so good..."
Above him, Josuke growls and slams into him harder. Tears squeeze out of Rohan's eyes as he braces himself. Now with Josuke pounding into him roughly, the entire bed creaks, and the headboard knocks against the wall with each forward thrust. Rohan has been using all his energy to even wrap his legs around Josuke's waist, and now he's trembling and struggling to keep them there. Josuke's starting to lose more of his composure as well, practically devouring Rohan's neck with kisses and love bites. The pace of his hips begin to falter, but he puts off his orgasm in favor of slowing down and turning his head to whisper into Rohan's ear.
"Were you waiting for me to come home and fuck you, baby?" He emphasizes his question with a languid, deep roll of his hips. "You feelin' a little lonely without me around?"
Rohan moans from hearing the low, close, sound of his voice. He wasn't waiting, nor was he feeling lonely, but he nods anyway, holding onto Josuke tighter as he's rocked down into the mattress.
"I missed you too-- ohh, I love it when you're needy like this, I'm... fuuuck, I'm cumming...!" Josuke groans into Rohan's ear, as he thrusts his hips twice more before cumming inside him, the stress of all that's happened within the day releasing along with his orgasm.
Josuke nearly collapsed on top of Rohan, but saved enough energy to pull out and slide a little lower so that his head made it to lay over his breast. One of Rohan's hands pet at his nape, while the other one reached under his shirt to trace the outline of the star-shaped birthmark near his shoulder. He thought for sure Josuke had passed out until he hears him chuckle.
"You still like to be a little kinky at this age too, huh?"
Rohan pinches his shoulder. "I'm thirty, don't make it sound like I'm ancient... and as if you're one to talk. 'Give you an injection?' I can't believe you even said that."
Josuke laughs and kisses his chest. "Oh come on, you were into it at the moment."
"Only because something else was about to come into me."
"If you say so..." Josuke sing-songs. He positions himself more comfortably over Rohan, and sighs. "Either way, I should bring my coat in more often. We've been missing some golden opportunities all this time."
Rohan groans and rolls over, sliding Josuke off of him. "Shut up. You don't get to be smug about this, you already know what I like."
"Mmhm. And now I know my boyfriend likes to play doctor with me..."
Fingers slid up and down Rohan's side, as Josuke scooted closer to him, pressing their bodies flush against each other. His hand traveled lower to rest over Rohan's hip, and began drumming his fingertips there.
"Y'know, one of the most accurate ways to take someone's temperature is from their--"
"Do not start with this."
Kisses are peppered at the back of Rohan's ear in apology. "I'm sorry babe..." Josuke brings his arm around Rohan's chest and kisses his neck. "But if you want, I could always give you a prostate exam."
The sound of Rohan yelling could be heard from down the street.