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Johnny was strangely quiet today. Not silent by any means, though. The room was filled with quiet begging and poorly suppressed moans, but none of their usual banter. No dirty talk. No insults. It was strange. Diego had him as putty in his fingers for the first time in a long while.
As Diego fingered him, he began to notice their unfortunate level of interaction. He missed it, and Johnny didn't seem totally there. His mind was wondering, and Diego was not about to take that.
He leaned down and bit harshly into Johnny's neck, eliciting a moan and bringing him back to reality. Johnny opened his sex-glazed eyes and looked up to Diego, his face hovering just above his own.
Diego leaned down slightly, his mouth over Johnny's in a way that would force them to only breath each other's carbon dioxide.
"Pay attention to me," he said before biting down on his lip and giving a particularly hard flick to Johnny's prostate.
Johnny closed his mouth further around Diego's grabbing his shoulders and trying to muffle his scream as much as possible.
They released each other, panting, and Diego kept pumping his fingers in his partner.
Johnny tried to catch his breath and gather coherent thought through this pleasure. "I'm-sorry. I-ugh just have something on my mi-AH--"
With that. Diego added a third finger and Johnny grinded down on it as much as he could manage.
"C'mon. Let me know what you want, Jo." He breathes out, watching Johnny fall apart beneath him.
Johnny blushed -and from his already pinkish, panting state, he didn't know that was possible.
“It’s embarrassi--hmmm.”
Diego licked his nose, causing Johnny to try to roll his eyes, “My fingers are literally in your ass, I think intimacy is not the problem. Don’t be a pussy.” Diego starts to lose himself, grinding down on Johnny’s leg, and his composure faltering for only a second. “Please, babe. I want to- uh -do it for you.”
Diego’s eyes pierced into his, and he his mouth widened into a teethy, broken smile. It was erased with a moan, and replaced by a cloudy look. One of desire.
"Could you… could you help me ride you?"
Diego's jaw fell slightly agape, only slightly. Then, he smirked.
Diego let himself fall lower locking his lips onto Johnny’s. He could his lover loosen up finally melting below him into the kiss. It continued to deepen as the taller slowly turned himself over pulling the other on top of him, his legs straddling.
He sat up, and they stayed there for a second. Johnny’s hands clung to Diego, gripping any part that was there for him to hold. At this point he was sitting hard on the other’s fingers, praying for as much friction as he could build. Diego released the kiss and bit his lip at the horny mess that his boyfriend was above him. Diego slowly moved his fingers out, Johnny doing his best to follow them, and sighing at the loss.
Diego slowly lowered himself to lay down holding Johnny in place, sitting on top of him.
Johnny put his hands on Diego’s hips to steady himself, so Diego could grab the lube again. Diego must have been reeling from the newly added pressure, and grinded his hips up into nothing; he was losing the small amount of composure he still had and was needing for this to work.
He reached down with a covered hand and began jerking himself, bucking slightly into his hand, and smiling up to Johnny.
Johnny wanted to lean forward and kiss those stupid, plump lips, but he was halfway to getting to watch his dumb smirk fade from the best view in the house.
Diego soon reached down to grab his hips and brought him up over his lap. Johnny helped center himself, lowering down like they were in construction: sweaty and with precision.
They moaned together, Johnny grinding smally onto Diego and tightening as he lowered slowly.
Johnny was all the way down, feeling more full than he ever had. He took deep breaths and took his time to get used to it. He had his arms on Diego’s chest, playing with the small amount of chest hair in between his fingers. Diego’s hands sat strong on his hips playing delicate circles on his hip bones, and causing him to shiver when he ghosted over a specific spot.
Johnny started feeling comfortable and slowly grinded down. The small movements he was able to achieve didn’t add much to friction, but allowed him to feel all of Diego. He looked down and saw that smirk… He grinded a little harder, but the smirk only widened.
“Are you feeling okay? Are you ready?” Diego said through heavy breathes.
Johnny nodded his head softly. Diego frowned and grinded up into him, regaining the smirk at his boyfriend’s gasp. “Ah! Yes, please, yes!”
Diego’s soft hands then gripped hard and lifted Johnny up only to slam him down hard.
The smirk quickly faded as the smaller bounced on him, mouth hanging and eyes glazed, but Johnny became distracted as he watched Diego’s arms flex as the moved his body with incredible strength. Johnny’s hands continued grasping, trying to ground himself as best he could and keep himself upright.
As they continued, Johnny could feel himself unravel. Heavy breath and loud moans left nothing else. Just Johnny looking down at his boyfriend, feeling amazing. He felt full. He felt strong. He felt… Lucky. He was lucky to have a boyfriend who was doing everything he could to please him. Doing something dumb, or even impossible, just becuase he wanted it. Even though the poor kids arms would definitely hurt in the morning.
Diego continued thrusting hard, becoming slightly erratic, or at least coming down to Johnny’s level. A particularly well placed thrust made the Joestar lose it though, melting into the touch of the other. He had fallen onto Diego’s stomach, taking the opportunity to crash their lips together, savoring the moment.
The new position allowed for Diego to thrust hard and precise. Johnny’s moans weren’t even able to be controlled in the kiss; His eyes teared up as he reached the end, involuntarily clenching around Diego.
Diego continued to thrust up, desperate for the attention until his release.
Moments later, heavy breaths filled the space, cut off by Diego’s smarmy laugh.
“What?” Johnny tilted his head to look in his eyes, more curiosity than concern.
“You can’t get up and I’m too tired to move.” He chuckled brightly, holding Johnny close.
Johnny’s face when bright red, and he nuzzled into Diego’s hold.
He tilted his head up and kissed him deeply. Being on top gave him the advantage to control the kiss. And he did. He lazily mouthed at Diego, vying for connection any way he could. His fingers weaved in his hair until they felt properly tangled. He then leaned down into his neck and took long, calming breaths, smiling into his shoulder.