You will come back for me [Jojo's Bizarre Adventure - Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar, 1/?]
Title: You will come back for me [1/?]
Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Characters: Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar
Rating: NSFW
Chapter Wordcount: 4595
Warnings: slash, prostitution!AU
Notes:
1. i'll try
2. Basically, an AU where Dio wasn't adopted and had to earn money some other way, and Jonathan becomes his client
Enjoy!
The streets of London were, as they always were, foggy, humid, and in that part of the town the stench of alcohol from poor drunk bastards and from the manholes was especially sickening. Jonathan covered his nose with the scarf he brought to hide his identity, in hopes than no one would recognise his face, even in no one in that part of the town knew who he was and what was his exterior, and the fabric managed to filter most of the stink. It had rained right until his carriage left him in Camden Town, and his leather shoes made a splish-splat noise whenever his steps hit the puddles stagnating on the pavement. Sometimes he would take a small piece of paper, the ink smudged because of the humidity, and check if he was taking the right path; he had happened just by chance to hear that address, eavesdropping two maids badmouthing some old noblemen and their peculiar habits in this particular building hidden deep in the more disreputable boroughs, and after many nights with little sleep and too many reconsiderations, Jonathan had decided to check that place, not before having hidden his identity as best as he could. Surely, because of the nasty nature of the affairs going on, he wasn’t the only one.
After many turns that led nowhere, he finally found the place, a three-floor building well concealed between many pubs and lodgings, and praying no one would notice him and that the good Lord would forgive the sins he was about to commit, he knocked on the door and urged to let him in.
«You’re new to the Floor, are you?» the young receptionist inquired «Who had recommended you here?».
«Uhm, to be honest, no one had really brought me here» Jonathan admitted. He was unable to lie, and even if he would, he knew his nature would be weak in front of such a handsome young man, maybe a little older than he was. The other evidently showed his perplexity «No one had told you?».
«I gathered some information, that is all».
«You aren’t a cop, are you?».
«No, of course not!» Jonathan panicked, fearing that his efforts would soon go to ash because of suspicion, and showed his face to prove that he was telling the truth, regardless that his face proved nothing. The receptionist stared at him, examining his features, and finally sighed and with a smile said «It’s dangerous to visit this part of the town all alone, don’t you know?».
«I’m aware».
«But anyway, what would you like, here? We’ve got a great assortment, the best of England!».
There was something in those words that clicked wrong, in Jonathan’s ears, he felt it wasn’t right to treat people as an “assortment” of goods to enjoy, use and then throw away, but at the same time, the thrill of what awaited him was as great as the expectation of shame that would, he was sure of it, soon follow.
«Could you...» he murmured, and stopped talking when a couple of well dressed men, just as covered as he was, passed right behind him. One of them was one he remembered from some of the reunions his father held in the Joestar property, and it would have been horrible, or at least very embarrassing, to be recognized by someone who could remember his face. He took a deep breath, and with a sudden consciousness about the warmth on his cheeks as he read the previously unnoticed list of performances, he continued «I know it’s unusual, but I wonder if it’s possible to...».
«Don’t be shy, people ask for the worst things».
«A… well endowed one, if possible?».
The young man, whose name would probably stay unknown to Jonathan, clearly did his best not to burst into laughter «That is all? You’re the tamest client we’re ever had».
«Am I?».
«Sure thing, they’re all well-endowed, that’s the whole point. I’ll just assign you the first available prostitute, are you ok with that? In the meanwhile, you can wait».
Jonathan nodded, and sat on one of the velvet sofas in the reception. The squalid exterior couldn’t express the decadent luxury behind the curtains, but in a sense, it still betrayed the crimes that happened every day, far away from the eyes of sanctity and the law, and Jonathan felt a terrible weight because of his own weakness.
«You’re lucky, new one, the best one we have is ready for his last turn».
Jonathan’s heart raced, as he followed the fellow up the stairs and found himself staring at his finely shaped buttocks under trousers too tight, or perhaps tight enough, and cursed his own wandering eyes. From behind the doors, he heard the many moans of many boys and men, it sounded like a warning of what he was instants to do, and he was oh so glad he couldn’t see anything, otherwise he would probably feel utter regret and run back on his feet.
The receptionist entered one of the rooms, and Jonathan waited outside, hearing the sound of chatter, and as quickly as he entered, the boy exited and told him«Discuss with him about the treatment, you can pay after everything’s been done».
«I see».
«But don’t get used to this treatment, I’m doing this because it’s your first time here, and because I got a liking on you. Next time, you’ll have to pay half of the money immediately».
And with that, Jonathan was left alone, closed door behind him, and whoever he was about to carnally know humming behind a finely decorated screen, one that, if Jonathan’s knowledge wasn’t failing him, he would have guessed early Qing dynasty. Its heavy colours didn’t look out of place even among the heavy red velvet curtains decorated with ornate golden twirls, hovering the large king-size bed, the pompous Persian rugs covering the floor, and the dark-coloured furniture lined against the paneled woods.
Jonathan waited for probably a minute or so, looking around him and without moving a step, and jumped in startlement when he heard a low-tuned voice shake him to the marrow «Are you going to do something, or do you want to waste your money?».
Jonathan could as well be left breathless, the air leaving their lungs in a vacuum, in front of the person who stood now in front of him, the most handsome man he had ever seen, his body perfectly defined under simple clothes that seemed only to glorify his muscles, and his visage held the hint of wilderness and wickedness under golden eyes, an even more golden and wilder mane of shoulder-length hair, and cruel pale lips against a skin that reminded Jonathan of Greek-Roman statues of athletes bathed in glory. He could have had his same age, nineteen or twenty years, but surely, by his inquisitive stare and secure steps, he had a whole experience that Jonathan couldn’t begin to imagine, and somehow that realisation turned him more nervous.
The prostitute was mere inches away from him, and had an almost tangible aura of power around him, despite the fact that technically speaking it was Jonathan the one who held the reins. His mouth was closed in an unnatural and tense way, as if he was keeping himself from telling something he was going to regret, but then he sighed «Let’s make this quick, I want to go home as soon as possible».
«I apologise, I didn’t want to keep you occupied».
The other smirked, and the way his tongue rolled on words made Jonathan shiver «Listen, I don’t like spoiled brats, and I don’t like to babysit them, so you better already know what you requests are, and you be».
Jonathan knew he looked like a frail, frightened chick, as the blond one reached for his coat and unbuttoned it; if the young Joestar had to do it himself, he would have stumbled with his shaking hands at the second button, but the other’s fingers were calm and knew perfectly how to undress a man, he was undoubtedly an expert. A small laughter arose on his lips and he said «Let me guess, you’re a virgin».
Jonathan’s cheeks turned red, he didn’t need a mirror to know that, and he nodded.
«You came here without a clue of what you wanted, I bet»,
«No, no, I know some… things, at least».
«Like what?».
His voice became a whisper and his throat felt dry, he had to gulp for the illusion of keeping it moist «Well, I-I know what a top and a bottom mean».
«And what would you rather be?».
Shame was a mass in his stomach, corroding it with fantasies and blood rushing and thoughts that came and went away. «A bottom» he admitted, suddenly very interested in the way the white shirt of the blonde threatened to burst any time with the muscles hidden under the fabric.
«At least you know your place, don’t you?» the blonde one commented, his baritone also a whisper, but of a different nature than Jonathan’s, lewder, and his eyes like precious amber widened when they lay on Jonathan’s chiseled chest. «Bloody Hell» he gasped, and it was something so sudden that made Jonathan swell in pride and smile like an idiot.
«Do I have to do everything, or are you going to do something useful, apart from losing your virginity?» he chided him, but Jonathan didn’t stop smiling, as he apologised «Sorry, I’m really nervous».
«I see, but that doesn’t excuse you from standing like a statue and doing nothing».
Cautiously, Jonathan’s hands reached the buttons and with ease, despite his nervousness, he passed them through the eyelets, and it was his turn to gasp and admire the blonde’s muscular body, although it was full of shallow and small relieved lines, making Jonathan wonder why would he have all those scars. He caressed lightly, feeling the hard nipples and the warm skin under his palms, and only then he noticed the way his own trousers showed a very explicit bulge. «Oh gosh» he exclaimed, hiding his face as if it was a good way to hide his emotions «it’s so embarrassing!».
«Are you really claiming it’s embarrassing that I do my job right?» the other sighed and snarled «You’re the dumbest client I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot». All of a sudden, he grabbed Jonathan’s bulge and squeezed it, making him gasp and moan at the same time, and his confused reaction amazed the other, smirking again «It really looks like I’m the one in charge, after all».
As he unbuttoned his trousers, the blonde one asked «What’s your name?». In a rush, Jonathan babbled «Jojo!, then took a deep breath and whispered «Y-you can call me Jojo, if you like».
«Jojo?» he repeated, and the way his low tone murmured that old nickname Jonathan used to be called with when he was a kid gave it a whole new dimension, adult and forbidden. The blonde one let Jonathan’s trousers fall on the ground, and with a smirk added «I hope you like to get your mind blown, Jojo» and tilted his head toward the bed.
He would have loved to reply something, but he found himself gently pulled and then pushed to sit on the edge of a mattress that seemed a bit too hard for Jonathan’s tastes, but then again, that bed wasn’t intended for sleeping on it. His underwear felt tight, his penis needy of the touch of a hand that wasn’t his own, like the one stroking over the fabric, large and callous and pressing right when the palm reached his glans. It was everything new and a scary thing for the Joestar heir, and his flushed face and his chuffs were in a exquisite contrast with every gesture and gasp the prostitute gave him, as if to him it was so natural it became easy to control them all. In a sense, Jonathan longed for the sense of losing control, but never dared to explore them beyond his silent nights of tentative touches and mesmerisation over the load that every time was left on his stomach.
His touch was much different than Jonathan’s own, it wasn’t the light try of a yet inexperienced young man who couldn’t understand why would his body react in such indecent ways for his peers, whether they were females or males; of course, that was his job, how many men had he pleased? How long had he been doing that, he wondered, were those scars the results of some violent clients, or if was there something else, or someone else, that could have splintered his otherwise perfect body… Jonathan suddenly felt a knot of jealousy and sadness forming in his abdomen, and it was a good thing that he was soon distracted by the feeling of being finally naked and explored.
«W-what’s your name?» Jonathan managed to find some logic to ask him something useful. The blonde one glared like a vicious animal, with those golden eyes Jonathan wanted to lose himself in, and didn’t answer at first, instead enveloping his erection with his fingers and pressing his lips against his, and prayed on his tongue as he gasped in surprise; it was bewildering, the way his hand felt strong and dominant, yet his kisses felt like the touch of an angel, cruel, surely, and full of perversion by the way his tongue skimmed his, making his whole body tremble with the allure of a fallen angel… but an angel nonetheless. He let the prostitute push him and make him lie down on the bed completely, and Jonathan felt the pressure of the other’s body pin him down.
It took them too little time, for Jonathan, to kiss, but it had been enough, since Jonathan shivered when he only then noticed the other had taken off all his clothes, and was looking at him, more like he was probing his soul and see how much he could push him, or so Jonathan felt. The blonde one smiled, never the hint of naughtiness left his lips, and murmured «Dio’s the name».
All Jonathan could do was stare back at him and repeat his name «Dio...».
«And I’ll make sure that’s all you’ll be screaming tonight, Jojo».
«Oh, Lord» was Jonathan’s ashamed reaction, but he knew, no he didn’t merely knew, he felt his erection twitch for a moment at that sentence full of everything that he wasn’t allowed to wish and know, and he ignored the guilt that would flood him afterwards. For one night, one single night, and no more afterwards, he wanted to know what if felt like to be with another man, he needed to tame that side of him, before becoming the gentleman he should and wanted to be. But he wasn’t in the right position to claim that, since he was willing to pay a man his age to essentially commit the crime and sin of sodomy.
Dio’s lips pressed again on Jonathan’s, only a light brush, and then he tilted his head to kiss below the lower lip, right where is dented above the chin. He left another along the jawline, in fact he covered his jaw with teasing kisses, before moving along the neck, where he playfully pretended to bite down where his jugular pulsed, and then placed a kiss and a lick over his chest, and concentrated his attentions to his nipples, dark and aroused just like his member. Dio could easily feel Jonathan’s heart pound in a chaos of sensations, and his pride in being the provoker of said sensations was visible in the way he kept grinning and sometimes looked up to enjoy Jonathan’s face. Dio’s fingers run over the rich one’s stomach, sinking in the curly mess of dark brown hair that covered his pubis, and encircled the base of the organ. And then they slowly moved to the lucid tip, keeping themselves tight around the girth, and then they went all the way down, and then up again, moving the foreskin over the glans, and kept it that way.
«I must compliment you, Jojo» Dio mused «I’ve never seen a cock so beautiful, and a man so handsome», and then with a short laughter he added «Except myself, of course». Did he tell that to anyone who happened to pay him good money, as part of the contract? Or did he genuinely think that of him? Jonathan couldn’t be sure, although he agreed that Dio was more handsome that he could ever be, he had that aura of malice that attracted Jonathan like a poor fly was attracted by the scent of a Venus trap, and then got trapped in its viscous nectar.
The frustration due to the sudden lack of stimuli was soon interrupted by the warm touch of Dio’s tongue, Jonathan couldn’t believe such obscenities were possible, around the pulled skin, before his lips enveloped the whole tip and pulled back, sucking gently, and Jonathan felt like he had found Heaven. Dio repeated the motion, but filling his mouth more, and sucking longer, and the third time he kept sucking and bobbed his head, twirled his tongue around the shaft, but not evidently as he wanted to, and even gagged attempting to take all of Jonathan in his mouth. «It’s - it’s okay, Dio» he breathed, and caressed the golden mane of the other «D-don’t overdo yourself».
«Don’t tell me how to do my job, you virgin idiot» he hissed, and gagged again with a worrying sound. «Are you ok?» Jonathan asked him, letting his fingers show his care, but the only answer he received was a long lick to the tip and a glare, the kind of look that really make one said “looks that kill”, if they were enough to murder someone. «Just let me do my job» he snarled, suddenly grabbing Jonathan’s erection so hard it made him yelp in pain and surprise.
His wet touch met the wrinkles of the skin that held his testicles, licked and sucked some more, making Jonathan feel like sparks melting in his abdomen and trickling in his guts, a feeling that let a moaned «D-Dio...» out of his lips and made his hips arch to get closer to the other.
«Don’t come just yet» Dio warned him «I’m not done with you yet», and with that he left Jonathan’s erection and balls. He crawled to reach the drawers, and Jonathan felt so little, as he gazed upon the other’s pectorals, so close to his face, and the tail of his eyes caught his length, and yes, he felt like it dwarfed him, even if there weren’t many evident differences, and in fact if he had had a more lucid mind, he would have noticed that he was in reality slightly bigger than Dio, but not much in all honesty. It didn’t matter; to Jonathan, Dio seemed unreachably handsome, he even feared to touch him, feel the strength that was overpowering him just by being so close to him.
He would have asked “What are you doing?” when he felt something slick press against his tight arsehole, forcing itself inside, but he didn’t need to utter anything that wasn’t a strangled gasp to understand that Dio had pushed a finger, maybe covered in oil, to ease his muscles. At first, it was somewhat tingly, but soon there was something more pushing, and he had to spread his legs to feel more comfortable, but nothing could stop his voice from groaning constantly.
«You could at least moan my name» Dio scolded him, pushing a bit too further and making Jonathan gasp. His now slick guts were slightly spread when the other opened his fingers like scissors, and then pulled out, leaving a tingling sense of emptiness. Dio firmly grabbed Jonathan's legs right under the knees and pushed them closer to the heir’s chest, and started to press his tip against the other’s widened hole.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know where he was going to, when he asked for a well-endowed guy, he was aware that it would hurt him; in a sense, he thought that maybe, if it hurt, he would be discouraged to lay again with some other man, remembering how the experience was painful. And, as he thought, pain came, but much harsher as he feared, burning and shaking everything in his body. «D-Dio!» he cried, clenching the sheets underneath him.
«Does it hurt, Jojo?».
«Y-yes, it does...».
A vicious grin arose on Dio’s lips, and he growled «Good», and pushed further. Jonathan had to cry again, as the pain got quickly unbearable, and to his wonder, the hot ripples of terrible ache blended with the ones of pleasure, becoming soon one thing, one soothing and one enhancing, and it soon became just one big concoction that maddened Jonathan’s feeble soul, the more he had to stretch around Dio, the more he had to welcome his girth inside him, and the more, it was wild to think that a thing like that was possibly true, Dio’s hardness hit some point in his arse that was particularly weak and sensitive. «Dio, Dio, Dio» was all he could think and moan, as he took him until Dio’s chest slammed against his buttocks and couldn’t thrust further.
His orgasm came sudden and hit him like a sharp knife in his brain, the sense of losing himself against Dio’s repeated hits, overflowed by him, chanting his name mindlessly. He came to his senses when his lip was bitten, and he whimpered and tasted some of his own blood, but he didn’t care as soon as Dio dominated even his voice, pushed the tongue against his and blocked his lips with a primal hunger. Lust would stream away from his muscles, leaving only an immense soreness, but not his thoughts, the most shameful Jonathan had ever had, and he wanted to pull that blonde mess, but all he could do was to stroke lightly, and moan in Dio’s mouth, until he moaned too and completely lost his composure.
When the other pulled out of him, Jonathan felt the sudden lack of touches unbearable, but he was glad he could regain his breath and senses, but not when he could finally realise how much his body truly hurted. His own sperm splashed on his stomach was already losing its heat, but Dio’s was still warm and dripping out of his entrance, and he wished he could sleep right there out of fatigue.
«Are you going to get up?» Dio said and walked off the bed, his erection slowly losing turgidity, but still breath-taking «I’m already past my work time».
Jonathan lifted himself up and grimaced when his legs refused to move in any way that didn’t remind him he just had a male sexual organ up his rectum, and it was degrading to realise how much of it he hated and how much, despite his best intentions, he loved. Had he lied to himself into that situation? Most likely, he had to admit with a broken heart.
«Ouch, ouch, it hurts».
«It’s gonna wear off, don’t worry, but you’ll walk funny for a while» Dio reassured him, but didn’t help himself from grinning toward his client.
«How… how long it’s going to last?».
«A couple of days».
Jonathan’s stomach curled into a ball that throbbed of guilt. He shouldn’t have gone all the way to find that place and be damned, he should have never ceded to his curiosity, he should be wanting to never go there again, not having a forming desire of coming back, just to have that man’s muscles overpowering him in any way possible, even if their bodies looked similar. Everything felt unnaturally faded, after so many sensations at once, and he slowly stood up and directed where he heard small splashed of water. He saw Dio’s profile under the lights hiding behind the screen, droplets of water forming on the very tips of his mane, and if there was a way to physically hold one’s heart, Jonathan would have held his own in a breath. He was so impossibly handsome, even in that mess what was the afterglow in a brothel, even with his scars, most of the old, but some fresher, like the small ones that, only then Jonathan noticed, were hiding in his elbow over a couple or darker veins, sure signs of some kind of addiction that he didn’t want to investigate further, and even if he wanted to, he shouldn’t have. Despite that, he was breath-taking, unlike Jonathan, who was sure he was a terrible show, with cum stains drying on and in his body.
«Wash yourself, before going downstairs» Dio’s low-toned voice woke him up from his weary day-dreaming «don’t want your precious clothes to get dirty».
Jonathan merely nodded and cleaned himself as quickly as possible, shivering when he had to brush his fingers against his still widened hole to clean it, and clothed in the most comfortable position he could find. He was buttoning his shirt, when Dio, already in complete attire and ready to walk out in the muggy streets, lifted his chin to let his golden gaze meet Jonathan’s, and said «I’ll see you next week, Jojo».
«I’m not… going back here».
«That’d be a pity, you’re one I would gladly fuck».
«That’s your job...» Jonathan replied.
«You have no idea how it can be boring, and you, Jojo» he drew closer, so close Jonathan could again feel his warm breath on his lips «you are the most interesting fellow I’ve met in years».
Jonathan couldn’t tell if he was to be trusted, or if he was filling him with lies just to get his hands on more of his money, it was impossible to tell, and the vibe that inscrutable expression of Dio’s gave Jonathan creepy goosebumps all over his back.
«Either way» he found the will to look away and breath in deeply «I’m not going back here again, and I can’t promise, nor you can order me around».
«It’s not a promise, nor an order, it’s the simple truth» Dio smirked «you will come back for me, Jojo». Jonathan stared stupefied, as the other walked away.
It all seemed incredible, and fake, as if he wasn’t moving on his own, when he paid at the reception, hid himself from any curious eyes, and took the carriage that would lead him home. He felt filthier and filthier as time passed, unable to cope with what had happened minutes before that seemed like countless days, his body calling for rest and shouting at him in pain, but at the same time, he could feel, as if it was still happening, the pressure of Dio’s lips, the way his tongue probed in his mouth, his hands still grasping his muscles and hair, his eyes prying his reactions, and his erection - Jonathan closed his eyes, murmured quickly for forgiveness for his physical reaction at the still fresh memory of Dio’s ways of loving for some money. There was something contradictory in that man, clashing with the ways Jonathan was grown with, he could feel it by his attitude, wild and untamed, so far from his own.
His words before leaving still echoed in his head. «You will come back for me» he had whispered, and Jonathan, deep down, knew he simply hadn’t got the guts to admit he would come back just to stay with him for not even half an hour, no matter how the idea sounded pathetic.
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Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Characters: Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar
Rating: NSFW
Chapter Wordcount: 4595
Warnings: slash, prostitution!AU
Notes:
1. i'll try
2. Basically, an AU where Dio wasn't adopted and had to earn money some other way, and Jonathan becomes his client
Enjoy!
The streets of London were, as they always were, foggy, humid, and in that part of the town the stench of alcohol from poor drunk bastards and from the manholes was especially sickening. Jonathan covered his nose with the scarf he brought to hide his identity, in hopes than no one would recognise his face, even in no one in that part of the town knew who he was and what was his exterior, and the fabric managed to filter most of the stink. It had rained right until his carriage left him in Camden Town, and his leather shoes made a splish-splat noise whenever his steps hit the puddles stagnating on the pavement. Sometimes he would take a small piece of paper, the ink smudged because of the humidity, and check if he was taking the right path; he had happened just by chance to hear that address, eavesdropping two maids badmouthing some old noblemen and their peculiar habits in this particular building hidden deep in the more disreputable boroughs, and after many nights with little sleep and too many reconsiderations, Jonathan had decided to check that place, not before having hidden his identity as best as he could. Surely, because of the nasty nature of the affairs going on, he wasn’t the only one.
After many turns that led nowhere, he finally found the place, a three-floor building well concealed between many pubs and lodgings, and praying no one would notice him and that the good Lord would forgive the sins he was about to commit, he knocked on the door and urged to let him in.
«You’re new to the Floor, are you?» the young receptionist inquired «Who had recommended you here?».
«Uhm, to be honest, no one had really brought me here» Jonathan admitted. He was unable to lie, and even if he would, he knew his nature would be weak in front of such a handsome young man, maybe a little older than he was. The other evidently showed his perplexity «No one had told you?».
«I gathered some information, that is all».
«You aren’t a cop, are you?».
«No, of course not!» Jonathan panicked, fearing that his efforts would soon go to ash because of suspicion, and showed his face to prove that he was telling the truth, regardless that his face proved nothing. The receptionist stared at him, examining his features, and finally sighed and with a smile said «It’s dangerous to visit this part of the town all alone, don’t you know?».
«I’m aware».
«But anyway, what would you like, here? We’ve got a great assortment, the best of England!».
There was something in those words that clicked wrong, in Jonathan’s ears, he felt it wasn’t right to treat people as an “assortment” of goods to enjoy, use and then throw away, but at the same time, the thrill of what awaited him was as great as the expectation of shame that would, he was sure of it, soon follow.
«Could you...» he murmured, and stopped talking when a couple of well dressed men, just as covered as he was, passed right behind him. One of them was one he remembered from some of the reunions his father held in the Joestar property, and it would have been horrible, or at least very embarrassing, to be recognized by someone who could remember his face. He took a deep breath, and with a sudden consciousness about the warmth on his cheeks as he read the previously unnoticed list of performances, he continued «I know it’s unusual, but I wonder if it’s possible to...».
«Don’t be shy, people ask for the worst things».
«A… well endowed one, if possible?».
The young man, whose name would probably stay unknown to Jonathan, clearly did his best not to burst into laughter «That is all? You’re the tamest client we’re ever had».
«Am I?».
«Sure thing, they’re all well-endowed, that’s the whole point. I’ll just assign you the first available prostitute, are you ok with that? In the meanwhile, you can wait».
Jonathan nodded, and sat on one of the velvet sofas in the reception. The squalid exterior couldn’t express the decadent luxury behind the curtains, but in a sense, it still betrayed the crimes that happened every day, far away from the eyes of sanctity and the law, and Jonathan felt a terrible weight because of his own weakness.
«You’re lucky, new one, the best one we have is ready for his last turn».
Jonathan’s heart raced, as he followed the fellow up the stairs and found himself staring at his finely shaped buttocks under trousers too tight, or perhaps tight enough, and cursed his own wandering eyes. From behind the doors, he heard the many moans of many boys and men, it sounded like a warning of what he was instants to do, and he was oh so glad he couldn’t see anything, otherwise he would probably feel utter regret and run back on his feet.
The receptionist entered one of the rooms, and Jonathan waited outside, hearing the sound of chatter, and as quickly as he entered, the boy exited and told him«Discuss with him about the treatment, you can pay after everything’s been done».
«I see».
«But don’t get used to this treatment, I’m doing this because it’s your first time here, and because I got a liking on you. Next time, you’ll have to pay half of the money immediately».
And with that, Jonathan was left alone, closed door behind him, and whoever he was about to carnally know humming behind a finely decorated screen, one that, if Jonathan’s knowledge wasn’t failing him, he would have guessed early Qing dynasty. Its heavy colours didn’t look out of place even among the heavy red velvet curtains decorated with ornate golden twirls, hovering the large king-size bed, the pompous Persian rugs covering the floor, and the dark-coloured furniture lined against the paneled woods.
Jonathan waited for probably a minute or so, looking around him and without moving a step, and jumped in startlement when he heard a low-tuned voice shake him to the marrow «Are you going to do something, or do you want to waste your money?».
Jonathan could as well be left breathless, the air leaving their lungs in a vacuum, in front of the person who stood now in front of him, the most handsome man he had ever seen, his body perfectly defined under simple clothes that seemed only to glorify his muscles, and his visage held the hint of wilderness and wickedness under golden eyes, an even more golden and wilder mane of shoulder-length hair, and cruel pale lips against a skin that reminded Jonathan of Greek-Roman statues of athletes bathed in glory. He could have had his same age, nineteen or twenty years, but surely, by his inquisitive stare and secure steps, he had a whole experience that Jonathan couldn’t begin to imagine, and somehow that realisation turned him more nervous.
The prostitute was mere inches away from him, and had an almost tangible aura of power around him, despite the fact that technically speaking it was Jonathan the one who held the reins. His mouth was closed in an unnatural and tense way, as if he was keeping himself from telling something he was going to regret, but then he sighed «Let’s make this quick, I want to go home as soon as possible».
«I apologise, I didn’t want to keep you occupied».
The other smirked, and the way his tongue rolled on words made Jonathan shiver «Listen, I don’t like spoiled brats, and I don’t like to babysit them, so you better already know what you requests are, and you be».
Jonathan knew he looked like a frail, frightened chick, as the blond one reached for his coat and unbuttoned it; if the young Joestar had to do it himself, he would have stumbled with his shaking hands at the second button, but the other’s fingers were calm and knew perfectly how to undress a man, he was undoubtedly an expert. A small laughter arose on his lips and he said «Let me guess, you’re a virgin».
Jonathan’s cheeks turned red, he didn’t need a mirror to know that, and he nodded.
«You came here without a clue of what you wanted, I bet»,
«No, no, I know some… things, at least».
«Like what?».
His voice became a whisper and his throat felt dry, he had to gulp for the illusion of keeping it moist «Well, I-I know what a top and a bottom mean».
«And what would you rather be?».
Shame was a mass in his stomach, corroding it with fantasies and blood rushing and thoughts that came and went away. «A bottom» he admitted, suddenly very interested in the way the white shirt of the blonde threatened to burst any time with the muscles hidden under the fabric.
«At least you know your place, don’t you?» the blonde one commented, his baritone also a whisper, but of a different nature than Jonathan’s, lewder, and his eyes like precious amber widened when they lay on Jonathan’s chiseled chest. «Bloody Hell» he gasped, and it was something so sudden that made Jonathan swell in pride and smile like an idiot.
«Do I have to do everything, or are you going to do something useful, apart from losing your virginity?» he chided him, but Jonathan didn’t stop smiling, as he apologised «Sorry, I’m really nervous».
«I see, but that doesn’t excuse you from standing like a statue and doing nothing».
Cautiously, Jonathan’s hands reached the buttons and with ease, despite his nervousness, he passed them through the eyelets, and it was his turn to gasp and admire the blonde’s muscular body, although it was full of shallow and small relieved lines, making Jonathan wonder why would he have all those scars. He caressed lightly, feeling the hard nipples and the warm skin under his palms, and only then he noticed the way his own trousers showed a very explicit bulge. «Oh gosh» he exclaimed, hiding his face as if it was a good way to hide his emotions «it’s so embarrassing!».
«Are you really claiming it’s embarrassing that I do my job right?» the other sighed and snarled «You’re the dumbest client I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot». All of a sudden, he grabbed Jonathan’s bulge and squeezed it, making him gasp and moan at the same time, and his confused reaction amazed the other, smirking again «It really looks like I’m the one in charge, after all».
As he unbuttoned his trousers, the blonde one asked «What’s your name?». In a rush, Jonathan babbled «Jojo!, then took a deep breath and whispered «Y-you can call me Jojo, if you like».
«Jojo?» he repeated, and the way his low tone murmured that old nickname Jonathan used to be called with when he was a kid gave it a whole new dimension, adult and forbidden. The blonde one let Jonathan’s trousers fall on the ground, and with a smirk added «I hope you like to get your mind blown, Jojo» and tilted his head toward the bed.
He would have loved to reply something, but he found himself gently pulled and then pushed to sit on the edge of a mattress that seemed a bit too hard for Jonathan’s tastes, but then again, that bed wasn’t intended for sleeping on it. His underwear felt tight, his penis needy of the touch of a hand that wasn’t his own, like the one stroking over the fabric, large and callous and pressing right when the palm reached his glans. It was everything new and a scary thing for the Joestar heir, and his flushed face and his chuffs were in a exquisite contrast with every gesture and gasp the prostitute gave him, as if to him it was so natural it became easy to control them all. In a sense, Jonathan longed for the sense of losing control, but never dared to explore them beyond his silent nights of tentative touches and mesmerisation over the load that every time was left on his stomach.
His touch was much different than Jonathan’s own, it wasn’t the light try of a yet inexperienced young man who couldn’t understand why would his body react in such indecent ways for his peers, whether they were females or males; of course, that was his job, how many men had he pleased? How long had he been doing that, he wondered, were those scars the results of some violent clients, or if was there something else, or someone else, that could have splintered his otherwise perfect body… Jonathan suddenly felt a knot of jealousy and sadness forming in his abdomen, and it was a good thing that he was soon distracted by the feeling of being finally naked and explored.
«W-what’s your name?» Jonathan managed to find some logic to ask him something useful. The blonde one glared like a vicious animal, with those golden eyes Jonathan wanted to lose himself in, and didn’t answer at first, instead enveloping his erection with his fingers and pressing his lips against his, and prayed on his tongue as he gasped in surprise; it was bewildering, the way his hand felt strong and dominant, yet his kisses felt like the touch of an angel, cruel, surely, and full of perversion by the way his tongue skimmed his, making his whole body tremble with the allure of a fallen angel… but an angel nonetheless. He let the prostitute push him and make him lie down on the bed completely, and Jonathan felt the pressure of the other’s body pin him down.
It took them too little time, for Jonathan, to kiss, but it had been enough, since Jonathan shivered when he only then noticed the other had taken off all his clothes, and was looking at him, more like he was probing his soul and see how much he could push him, or so Jonathan felt. The blonde one smiled, never the hint of naughtiness left his lips, and murmured «Dio’s the name».
All Jonathan could do was stare back at him and repeat his name «Dio...».
«And I’ll make sure that’s all you’ll be screaming tonight, Jojo».
«Oh, Lord» was Jonathan’s ashamed reaction, but he knew, no he didn’t merely knew, he felt his erection twitch for a moment at that sentence full of everything that he wasn’t allowed to wish and know, and he ignored the guilt that would flood him afterwards. For one night, one single night, and no more afterwards, he wanted to know what if felt like to be with another man, he needed to tame that side of him, before becoming the gentleman he should and wanted to be. But he wasn’t in the right position to claim that, since he was willing to pay a man his age to essentially commit the crime and sin of sodomy.
Dio’s lips pressed again on Jonathan’s, only a light brush, and then he tilted his head to kiss below the lower lip, right where is dented above the chin. He left another along the jawline, in fact he covered his jaw with teasing kisses, before moving along the neck, where he playfully pretended to bite down where his jugular pulsed, and then placed a kiss and a lick over his chest, and concentrated his attentions to his nipples, dark and aroused just like his member. Dio could easily feel Jonathan’s heart pound in a chaos of sensations, and his pride in being the provoker of said sensations was visible in the way he kept grinning and sometimes looked up to enjoy Jonathan’s face. Dio’s fingers run over the rich one’s stomach, sinking in the curly mess of dark brown hair that covered his pubis, and encircled the base of the organ. And then they slowly moved to the lucid tip, keeping themselves tight around the girth, and then they went all the way down, and then up again, moving the foreskin over the glans, and kept it that way.
«I must compliment you, Jojo» Dio mused «I’ve never seen a cock so beautiful, and a man so handsome», and then with a short laughter he added «Except myself, of course». Did he tell that to anyone who happened to pay him good money, as part of the contract? Or did he genuinely think that of him? Jonathan couldn’t be sure, although he agreed that Dio was more handsome that he could ever be, he had that aura of malice that attracted Jonathan like a poor fly was attracted by the scent of a Venus trap, and then got trapped in its viscous nectar.
The frustration due to the sudden lack of stimuli was soon interrupted by the warm touch of Dio’s tongue, Jonathan couldn’t believe such obscenities were possible, around the pulled skin, before his lips enveloped the whole tip and pulled back, sucking gently, and Jonathan felt like he had found Heaven. Dio repeated the motion, but filling his mouth more, and sucking longer, and the third time he kept sucking and bobbed his head, twirled his tongue around the shaft, but not evidently as he wanted to, and even gagged attempting to take all of Jonathan in his mouth. «It’s - it’s okay, Dio» he breathed, and caressed the golden mane of the other «D-don’t overdo yourself».
«Don’t tell me how to do my job, you virgin idiot» he hissed, and gagged again with a worrying sound. «Are you ok?» Jonathan asked him, letting his fingers show his care, but the only answer he received was a long lick to the tip and a glare, the kind of look that really make one said “looks that kill”, if they were enough to murder someone. «Just let me do my job» he snarled, suddenly grabbing Jonathan’s erection so hard it made him yelp in pain and surprise.
His wet touch met the wrinkles of the skin that held his testicles, licked and sucked some more, making Jonathan feel like sparks melting in his abdomen and trickling in his guts, a feeling that let a moaned «D-Dio...» out of his lips and made his hips arch to get closer to the other.
«Don’t come just yet» Dio warned him «I’m not done with you yet», and with that he left Jonathan’s erection and balls. He crawled to reach the drawers, and Jonathan felt so little, as he gazed upon the other’s pectorals, so close to his face, and the tail of his eyes caught his length, and yes, he felt like it dwarfed him, even if there weren’t many evident differences, and in fact if he had had a more lucid mind, he would have noticed that he was in reality slightly bigger than Dio, but not much in all honesty. It didn’t matter; to Jonathan, Dio seemed unreachably handsome, he even feared to touch him, feel the strength that was overpowering him just by being so close to him.
He would have asked “What are you doing?” when he felt something slick press against his tight arsehole, forcing itself inside, but he didn’t need to utter anything that wasn’t a strangled gasp to understand that Dio had pushed a finger, maybe covered in oil, to ease his muscles. At first, it was somewhat tingly, but soon there was something more pushing, and he had to spread his legs to feel more comfortable, but nothing could stop his voice from groaning constantly.
«You could at least moan my name» Dio scolded him, pushing a bit too further and making Jonathan gasp. His now slick guts were slightly spread when the other opened his fingers like scissors, and then pulled out, leaving a tingling sense of emptiness. Dio firmly grabbed Jonathan's legs right under the knees and pushed them closer to the heir’s chest, and started to press his tip against the other’s widened hole.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know where he was going to, when he asked for a well-endowed guy, he was aware that it would hurt him; in a sense, he thought that maybe, if it hurt, he would be discouraged to lay again with some other man, remembering how the experience was painful. And, as he thought, pain came, but much harsher as he feared, burning and shaking everything in his body. «D-Dio!» he cried, clenching the sheets underneath him.
«Does it hurt, Jojo?».
«Y-yes, it does...».
A vicious grin arose on Dio’s lips, and he growled «Good», and pushed further. Jonathan had to cry again, as the pain got quickly unbearable, and to his wonder, the hot ripples of terrible ache blended with the ones of pleasure, becoming soon one thing, one soothing and one enhancing, and it soon became just one big concoction that maddened Jonathan’s feeble soul, the more he had to stretch around Dio, the more he had to welcome his girth inside him, and the more, it was wild to think that a thing like that was possibly true, Dio’s hardness hit some point in his arse that was particularly weak and sensitive. «Dio, Dio, Dio» was all he could think and moan, as he took him until Dio’s chest slammed against his buttocks and couldn’t thrust further.
His orgasm came sudden and hit him like a sharp knife in his brain, the sense of losing himself against Dio’s repeated hits, overflowed by him, chanting his name mindlessly. He came to his senses when his lip was bitten, and he whimpered and tasted some of his own blood, but he didn’t care as soon as Dio dominated even his voice, pushed the tongue against his and blocked his lips with a primal hunger. Lust would stream away from his muscles, leaving only an immense soreness, but not his thoughts, the most shameful Jonathan had ever had, and he wanted to pull that blonde mess, but all he could do was to stroke lightly, and moan in Dio’s mouth, until he moaned too and completely lost his composure.
When the other pulled out of him, Jonathan felt the sudden lack of touches unbearable, but he was glad he could regain his breath and senses, but not when he could finally realise how much his body truly hurted. His own sperm splashed on his stomach was already losing its heat, but Dio’s was still warm and dripping out of his entrance, and he wished he could sleep right there out of fatigue.
«Are you going to get up?» Dio said and walked off the bed, his erection slowly losing turgidity, but still breath-taking «I’m already past my work time».
Jonathan lifted himself up and grimaced when his legs refused to move in any way that didn’t remind him he just had a male sexual organ up his rectum, and it was degrading to realise how much of it he hated and how much, despite his best intentions, he loved. Had he lied to himself into that situation? Most likely, he had to admit with a broken heart.
«Ouch, ouch, it hurts».
«It’s gonna wear off, don’t worry, but you’ll walk funny for a while» Dio reassured him, but didn’t help himself from grinning toward his client.
«How… how long it’s going to last?».
«A couple of days».
Jonathan’s stomach curled into a ball that throbbed of guilt. He shouldn’t have gone all the way to find that place and be damned, he should have never ceded to his curiosity, he should be wanting to never go there again, not having a forming desire of coming back, just to have that man’s muscles overpowering him in any way possible, even if their bodies looked similar. Everything felt unnaturally faded, after so many sensations at once, and he slowly stood up and directed where he heard small splashed of water. He saw Dio’s profile under the lights hiding behind the screen, droplets of water forming on the very tips of his mane, and if there was a way to physically hold one’s heart, Jonathan would have held his own in a breath. He was so impossibly handsome, even in that mess what was the afterglow in a brothel, even with his scars, most of the old, but some fresher, like the small ones that, only then Jonathan noticed, were hiding in his elbow over a couple or darker veins, sure signs of some kind of addiction that he didn’t want to investigate further, and even if he wanted to, he shouldn’t have. Despite that, he was breath-taking, unlike Jonathan, who was sure he was a terrible show, with cum stains drying on and in his body.
«Wash yourself, before going downstairs» Dio’s low-toned voice woke him up from his weary day-dreaming «don’t want your precious clothes to get dirty».
Jonathan merely nodded and cleaned himself as quickly as possible, shivering when he had to brush his fingers against his still widened hole to clean it, and clothed in the most comfortable position he could find. He was buttoning his shirt, when Dio, already in complete attire and ready to walk out in the muggy streets, lifted his chin to let his golden gaze meet Jonathan’s, and said «I’ll see you next week, Jojo».
«I’m not… going back here».
«That’d be a pity, you’re one I would gladly fuck».
«That’s your job...» Jonathan replied.
«You have no idea how it can be boring, and you, Jojo» he drew closer, so close Jonathan could again feel his warm breath on his lips «you are the most interesting fellow I’ve met in years».
Jonathan couldn’t tell if he was to be trusted, or if he was filling him with lies just to get his hands on more of his money, it was impossible to tell, and the vibe that inscrutable expression of Dio’s gave Jonathan creepy goosebumps all over his back.
«Either way» he found the will to look away and breath in deeply «I’m not going back here again, and I can’t promise, nor you can order me around».
«It’s not a promise, nor an order, it’s the simple truth» Dio smirked «you will come back for me, Jojo». Jonathan stared stupefied, as the other walked away.
It all seemed incredible, and fake, as if he wasn’t moving on his own, when he paid at the reception, hid himself from any curious eyes, and took the carriage that would lead him home. He felt filthier and filthier as time passed, unable to cope with what had happened minutes before that seemed like countless days, his body calling for rest and shouting at him in pain, but at the same time, he could feel, as if it was still happening, the pressure of Dio’s lips, the way his tongue probed in his mouth, his hands still grasping his muscles and hair, his eyes prying his reactions, and his erection - Jonathan closed his eyes, murmured quickly for forgiveness for his physical reaction at the still fresh memory of Dio’s ways of loving for some money. There was something contradictory in that man, clashing with the ways Jonathan was grown with, he could feel it by his attitude, wild and untamed, so far from his own.
His words before leaving still echoed in his head. «You will come back for me» he had whispered, and Jonathan, deep down, knew he simply hadn’t got the guts to admit he would come back just to stay with him for not even half an hour, no matter how the idea sounded pathetic.
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