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It had been a very long day, and Jotaro was exhausted. He shut his bedroom door, then walked to the bed and sat down for a second, as was his ritual, trying to let his guard down a bit and process everything. It had felt essential in Egypt, after a day of hard fighting and, more terrifyingly, socialising, to relax for a second after the majority of the day had been dealt with. It also was something he didn’t feel weak for doing, or look weak externally while doing.
The day hadn’t been tiring in an unusual way; he was simply dealing with the physical and mental aches and pains his journey to Egypt had left him. He was irritated, jumpy, and extremely tired, but spiralled into graphic nightmares whenever he drifted asleep in class. He would wake shouting, or if he was lucky, gripped by nausea and a cold sweat- with his classmates staring, which made his insides liquify. His glares shut them up, but he still felt uneasy and destabilised by it all.
Back at home though, no one was looking at him, for which he was grateful. He saw his mum, which always softened his mood a bit, but she was elsewhere, hopefully enjoying her newfound good health. Being back from his journey meant seeing her, and that was deeply precious.
He’d left something important in Egypt though-his friends. He missed the easy camaraderie and companionship of the crusaders, as much in the peaceful moments as in high octane battles. He still wished Iggy was around to terrorise the school, or Avdol to dispense wisdom and stability.
Thinking about people he loved always brought him back to Kakyoin, someone who’d nested in his mind before the journey even started, and remained there still. Like Holly, Kakyoin was very considerate, and also strangely polite, and always gave Jotaro space when he needed to cool down after a long day. Jotaro remembered him turning the other crusaders away when he could tell Jotaro was exhausted, and he’d often relax with him. He wouldn’t speak usually, but would often paint with his battered watercolour set. Jotaro liked watching; he found the movements therapeutic.
Jotaro imagined Kakyoin was beside him, and somehow felt himself able to relax a little further, to lower his guard a bit more. Feeling slightly better, he remembered the other small ritual that rooted him-summoning his stand, Star Platinum.
Star glided forth, looking quizzical, and Jotaro not for the first time felt glad of his presence. Opening his arms for a hug (an action he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done), Star’s arms drew Jotaro in until he was surrounded by warmth and the gentle weight of his arms and body. It was nice, and despite how little Jotaro knew about the nature of stands, it felt more external than the scant inner comfort Jotaro could provide himself.
He moved closer, and Jotaro let himself relax more, his body subconsciously reacting to the ever-denied physical touch by burrowing closer. Jotaro lightly nuzzled Star’s pec and Star made a very delightful sound of gentle enjoyment. It was… nice, Jotaro reflected, and he looked up at Star to see what his face looked like.
Star looked overjoyed, and the slightest blush was dusting his cheeks, something Jotaro had mirrored, he suddenly realised. To distract himself from this and the frankly inexplicable feelings brought up by it, he buried his face in Star’s body.
Unfortunately, this had another affect, as he felt the gentle squidge of Star’s ample chest. A rich, coiling heat begin to spread downward through his body, and Jotaro began internally cursing, desperately ashamed of his body’s betrayal. It felt especially wrong with grief and Kakyoin still swirling behind his thoughts, the playful nature of his arousal and Star’s advances clashing horribly with the guilt he felt at seeking comfort like this, with thinking of his dead friend while unmistakably turned on. His liquid brain even spiralled to new unchartered territory, about whether he was using Star and whether there was something wrong with him and consent with a stand and-
Star, however, as unequivocally the more stable of the two, put a stop to this.
Pulling Jotaro back, he held him between his outstretched arms and gave him a look of stern reassurance. It looked a little strange on Star’s usually neutral face, but it made Jotaro smile, acknowledging that if the part of him better at dealing with emotions thought this was a good idea, it was probably okay. He knew what Star meant, and what Star represented-the part of him capable of being kind to himself.
With an effort Jotaro relaxed back into his body and let himself feel the desire soaking through him, embarrassingly easy to do with only the feel of Star’s large hands on his arms. His clothes felt far too hot suddenly, and acknowledging this, Star gently lifted Jotaro’s jacket off his shoulders, leaving him scowling, red faced and aroused in his tank top, his hands clutching the sheets.
Instead of just suddenly starting to touch him, the stand instead drew him into his arms again, and from there started to slowly stroke Jotaro’s cock over his boxers. Jotaro made an involuntary noise of pleasure, and felt his legs spread to allow greater access, giving in to the desire to be touched, feeling a hot flush of arousal from Star at his eagerness.
Star’s hands had precision, and even through his boxers Jotaro was rock hard and squirming for more. A string of expletives were dancing through his mind, his teeth were clamped down on his bottom lip to stop himself moaning, and he was shaking. He forced himself to open his eyes-that had been shut tightly through a mixture of pleasure and shame-to dizzily look at Star, completely blown away by how handsome he was (a self-obsessed thought, Jotaro noticed with embarrassment), and without thinking he reached up to touch his chest. The squish beneath his fingers made him giddy, and he could almost feel Star saying,
‘so that’s what you like?’
Burning red, he felt star move closer to him to provide him greater access, and got suddenly hit with the burning desire to squeeze Star’s plump ass, something that had long distracted him during stand battles.
Star, sensing this with a wicked grin, took Jotaro’s hand in his own, much larger one, and shifted closer, placing Jotaro’s hand down on the deliciously soft underside of Star’s magnificent ass.
Jotaro went even redder, completely transfixed and unable to bring his hands back to hide his face with his cap, which only made him even more mortified. He felt incredibly vulnerable, a rare feeling for him, but it felt… right with Star, in the same way he imagined it would be with Kakyoin.
The mere thought of Kakyoin worsened his condition, as guilty arousal crashed over him and he involuntarily moaned, physically shaking with repressed desire. Star, however, gave a low giggle at the absurdity of the situation-Jotaro grabbing Star’s ass like the Last Loaf of Bread Ever--to the thought of Kakyoin no less--before he was put in his place by Jotaro’s arousal searing through him. He gave a jumbled cry of surprise and pleasure, overpowering his feelings of fond amusement towards Jotaro and Kakyoin, and Jotaro’s embarrassment.
Before Jotaro had time to digest this, however, Star decided to use this as an opportunity for relentless attack. He made another low noise of pleasure and Jotaro found himself paying attention to Star’s loincloth, which was hiked up. The feeling of what he presumed was Star’s giant cock gently hitting his chest (mirrored, of course, on his own body) sent a bolt of lust straight through him, his body beginning to reach its breaking point.
Star could sense this, so slowly drew himself away, and then started carefully removing Jotaro’s boxers, the fabric of which was taut and stained with precum. Jotaro gripped the side of the bed harder and gritted his teeth in an attempt not to moan. Although he managed to endure the feeling of Star’s calloused hands moving down the skin of his bare chest with a mere heavy exhale, he utterly failed as Star went lower, letting out a low moan as Star took his cock in his mouth and suckled the tip gently.
Searing pleasure, hot and delicious, curled through him and he bit his lip, his breathing ragged. The intense arousal reflected off of Star didn’t help either, and a distant part of him realised that this was the most relaxed he’d felt in weeks. Unbidden, a bubble of affection rose in him as he thought of how much star had supported him, and fought with him, over the last year… and how well he could do this.
This new appreciation for him had manifested into a greater need to please in Star, who was weaponizing his tongue’s dexterity to predictably devastating results. Jotaro gave an embarrassingly loud, breathy moan, his hips unconsciously moving upwards. The desperate, burning, desire to kiss Star rose up in him, and he gently pulled Star off his cock, ignoring Star’s protest, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Star was somehow surprised at this, and Jotaro got hit with that along with the bolt of lust it came with. Star kissed him deeply and messily, swallowing Jotaro’s muffled moans that got significantly louder as Star began to jerk him off, still crushing their lips together. With a loud and high ‘mhhmmm!’ Jotaro came hard, biting down on Star’s lip, hips shaking and body shuddering as pure ecstasy coursed through his body and Star’s hand was splattered with cum.
Star came too, his grip on Jotaro’s shaking body hardening as his untouched cock drenched his loincloth in sparkling white. The pleasure from this wrung them both out, until Jotaro was panting on Star’s shoulders, shaking from the aftershock, a single tear falling unnoticed down his cheek.
They lay collapsed against each other for a long time, before Jotaro flopped onto bed and Star joined him, gently rubbing Jotaro’s hips and upper thighs after unceremoniously wiping his cum-drenched hand on the bedsheets. Jotaro made a sound of satisfaction, the warmth and happiness filling his body feeling all the stronger in contrast to the difficulty of the past few weeks. Star looked very satisfied too, smiling widely, and he kept shuffling closer to kiss Jotaro on the forehead.
Evidently Star’s first time cumming, he had reacted in slight surprise at producing so much sparkling sticky liquid, and was attempting to examine the decimated inside of his loincloth as he lay down, which left Jotaro straining not to laugh.
He reached across and gently ran his fingers through star’s hair, receiving a sigh, and considered how magnificent it was. Thinking about how mussed-up his hair must be, he asked Star to take him to the bath in his head, and was shocked to feel time stop; time only restarting when Jotaro was curled in a warm towel in the bathroom, the smell of shampoo and the sound of water filling his ears. It spoke to his state of bliss that he didn’t protest, just appreciated the gesture.
Settling in to the hot water, he sighed with pleasure as the heat seeped into his muscles, soothing the residual aches Egypt had brought him. He beckoned Star in, who obliged, his loincloth vanishing as he got into the water.
Star really was gorgeous, Jotaro observed lazily, through the light steam coming off of the bath. He was a truly fantastic purple and had the kind of chest muscles that would make an ancient Greek faint. His look of curiosity and the way his emotions manifested on his face was also very endearing, as something Jotaro had always clamped down on so as not to disrupt his stoic image. Star represented a lot of things he tried to hide, but secretly quite liked about himself. And he had to admit that Star’s jawdropping physique and purple and gold colour scheme represented what he’d love to look like. He also admitted, with just a touch of embarrassment, that the unabashedly slutty way Star dressed held a certain appeal.
While Jotaro stared at him, dolling out praise with a slight smile playing around his lips at the irony, Star was staring at his hair, which had gone even curlier, dampened by the vapor of the bath. Instinctively knowing what Star wanted, Jotaro shifted closer to let Star touch it and leaned into the feeling of Star’s calloused hands gently ruffling his hair, softly sighing at how nice it felt.
Mortifyingly, this mere touch combined with his earlier thoughts were enough for gentle arousal to begin to trickle downwards. The intense heat of the bath didn’t help in the slightest. Curious to explore more of Star, he leaned forward and kissed the wrist of the hand Star was ruffling his hair with. The hand twitched, and Jotaro took one step closer, until he was fully between Star’s outstretched legs. He then gave Star a slight smirk before gently kissing and nibbling his neck. With satisfaction, Jotaro felt the effect this had had on Star- he was blushing and through their connection he felt a distinct heat travelling lower than his stomach. After biting Star’s ear (earning an intoxicatingly short breathy sound), he allowed his hands to move downwards, enjoying the shock he felt echoed from Star.
With a gentle insistence, he pushed Star back until his arms were holding onto the side of the bath, his chest half out of the water. He was panting lightly, eyes glued to Jotaro between his legs, who began to gently run his hands up Star’s thighs. Star looked almost unable to compute the pleasure flooding through his body, but it showed very clearly in his cock, which was perfectly level with Jotaro’s head and very clearly showing his arousal. As Jotaro’s hands got closer to it, Jotaro saw with a wave of pleasure, the slightest amount of sparkling white dripping down the golden tip. Unable to resist it, Jotaro moved forward and began to suck the tip, tasting a mild, unplaceable sweet flavour like that of milk, and feeling the rich rush of pleasure through his connection with Star and a slight ‘ora’ of surprise.
Jotaro had no hope of taking the entire length of Star’s cock without a black hole in his throat, but made up for it by licking his hands (something he did deliberately slowly, while looking a sweating Star dead in the eyes) and using them to gently pump Star’s cock, while he did his best to suck the tip enough to be pleasurable, but not enough to feel painful. The feeling on his own untouched cock was almost enough to completely distract him, but he kept his focus through the haze of pleasure, determined to taste more of Star’s cum and keep hearing the noises he made and slight tremors of his large hips as he fought to restrain them and not hurt Jotaro.
He just did this for a little bit, enjoying looking up at Star with his cock in his mouth and seeing the blush deepen and tasting more and more precum drizzle into his mouth. Despite it still embarrassing him a little, Jotaro decided to let himself moan to see the reaction from Star. He gave a slight moan into Star’s cock and felt it twitch in response, as he felt yet another burst of arousal from his stand, who by now was looking as dishevelled from pleasure as a stand could.
Despite this, though, Jotaro suspected that even his best effort from his mouth and hands wouldn’t be enough to make Star cum, who evidently wanted to be able to thrust fully, his hips now shaking with the effort of restraint. An idea, half nerve-wracking and half deeply thrilling hit him. He pulled his wet mouth off Star and appraised his size, considering his options. He was big, but Jotaro Kujo was never one to back down from a challenge. With a little effort, he’d have Star cumming inside him, and he had to admit that the idea of Star doing that had already reddened Jotaro’s already ruby face.
Star himself was cottoning on, with a look of mixed lust and concern on his face. This time it was Jotaro giving Star a look of determined reassurance, and he sent Star to find some lube, while quickly inserting some saliva-drenched fingers. Satisfied they remained intact, he waited for star to return feeling both his heart and his cock throbbing. Star arrived back then, still looking somewhat concerned, but with a nod from Jotaro he began to coat his huge fingers in lube. Jotaro had now moved onto the bathmat, and was feeling quite exposed, completely naked and incredibly turned on, with his ass presented to Star. He also felt a little cold, but that was solved in a second, as Star floated over and placed a warm towel on his back. He smiled back at Star, appreciating the gesture.
Turning back to face the bathroom wall so Star could prepare him, Jotaro felt bubble of mischief from his stand, and then felt-instead of Star’s lube-drenched fingers-his huge tongue licking his hole. He gave an embarrassingly load moan, feeling his stomach tense and his whole body shudder in pleasure. Jotaro dropped his head to the floor, face burning, covered by the now slipped-down towel and felt smug satisfaction emanating from Star, whose tongue slowly started to push into his ass. Jotaro gasped, and was going turn around to tell Star he didn’t have to do this- this was supposed to be for Star’s pleasure after all- but felt Star’s hand come up and gently but firmly turn his head back. He got even harder at this, and felt precum drizzle on the bathmat as Star’s tongue continued to gently lick the soft insides of his ass. He bit down on the towel to stop himself moaning, and felt his hips involuntarily move backwards.
Star then slowly pulled out, leaving Jotaro panting, a wet and bitten square of the towel dropping to the floor as he looked back at Star, who was beginning to insert a massive finger, a look of concentration on his face. He twitched at the feeling, trying to relax as much as possible, resisting the urge to push his hips back and fuck himself on Star’s finger, as a second slowly went into him. A slight stab of pain went through him and Star stopped instantly, but Jotaro turned around, almost growling at Star, and he obliged, pushing it slowly deeper and beginning to gently scissor them. He felt impatient, the conflict between the pain and the desire to feel Star’s giant cock ramming into him swirled into his mind, and he made his decision.
He turned his head back to Star, and said seriously:
‘Could you put it in, but start slowly?’
Star nodded, still looking an awkward mix of turned on and apprehensive, and removed his fingers, leaving Jotaro feeling strangely empty. He then felt the huge tip of Star’s lubed cock pressing against his hole, and hot nervous pleasure flooded him. He deliberately relaxed, and felt it very slowly going in, victory flooding him. It was still a little painful, but the feeling of intense stretch was enough to make him give an incoherent sound of pleasure. Star lightly stroked his back, relaxing him further, and then Jotaro had to grit his teeth as the feedback from Star- the tight pleasure of his ass- threatened to make him cum on the spot.
Star continued taking it slowly, and Jotaro felt the pain return in force as Star’s huge length became apparent. He gave star a nod to continue, and very slowly realised with a new flush of arousal that looking down at his stomach, there was a slight growing bulge from where Star’s cock was. His thoughts incoherent from pleasure, he felt Star bottom out, and with a hazy sense of triumph he realised that he’d taken it all. Star was looking completely overwhelmed, his hands around Jotaro’s hips shaking and mental feedback a jumble of lust. The more time went on, the less painful it got, and Star finally started to move, making both of them moan and Jotaro’s back arch.
Star’s thrusts started off shallow, but that was more than enough to put pressure on Jotaro’s prostate, which sent him into a shaking wreck on the floor, shamelessly moaning as Star used his deadly accuracy to milk the spot. Star himself was caught in completely delirious pleasure, his entire cock enveloped by Jotaro’s soft wet walls with every thrust. Jotaro could feel this as well, and light tears had started from the overwhelming feedback. He attempted to take deep breaths, but everything came out as a moan or shuddering cry. The feeling of Star’s cock thrusting into him deep enough for him to feel it pushing his stomach had him seeing stars, his moans becoming more high pitched and frequent. Star started to speed up, feeling desperately close to cumming as Jotaro pushed his hips back in time and cried out, and Star mercilessly rammed his prostate.
They came together, Jotaro reaching fever pitch and his untouched cock painting white all over the bathmat. His entire body shook with red hot pleasure and he cried out loudly, shaking all over, euphoria ringing through his body. Star came hard too, pumping Jotaro’s ass full of cum as Jotaro’s walls tightened on his cock, wringing every inch of pleasure out of him as he held on to Jotaro’s hips like they where the only thing on earth, biting his lip and riding out the aftershocks.
After they had both stopped trembling, and Jotaro had stopped crying, Star gently started to pull out of Jotaro, who hissed slightly at the feeling but gave Star a vague wave to go on. He looked a complete wreck, looking up at Star with dazed, red-rimmed eyes and double sex-mussed hair, leaking cum and still shaking. Star wasn’t much better, on his hands and knees over Jotaro, desperately trying to retain his corporeal form, and not destabilize from the intense pleasure still burning through him.
Jotaro collapsed on the bathmat, looking exhausted, still twitching lightly, eyes shut. He grappled with an arm until he found Star’s and kissed a finger in wordless thanks, all he could think of with his sex-addled brain. Star settled next to him and drew him into a light cuddle, kissing him on the forehead and basking in the waves of sleepy affection that emanated from Jotaro. He looked admiringly at how pretty Jotaro looked, and how nice it was to see him resting peacefully for once, then laid a warm towel over his body, before falling suddenly, and inexorably, to sleep.
~ epilogue ~
Jotaro woke hours later, to loud knocking on the bathroom door and the sound of Holly’s concerned voice seeping through it.
‘Are you okay, honey?’
Jotaro made a mumbled noise of non-comprehension and then suddenly everything came back to him as he woke up fully, quickly realising that Holly seeing the state of him (and the bathroom-the bathmat especially) would be a bad idea.
‘I’m fine. Just feel asleep in the bath,’ Jotaro said, hoping that he didn’t betray anything with his voice.
‘Okayy~’ said Holly, sounding relived. ‘But come out soon! I was worried about you,’ She added, and Jotaro smiled a little.
Jotaro heard his mum’s footsteps walk away and gave a sigh of relief. Materialising Star, Jotaro quickly rolled up the bathmat and unplugged the lukewarm bath, before letting Star dunk him in it to help him look presentable.
Still feeling very out of it, Jotaro looked before exiting the bathroom with the bathmat and got to his room with Star, staggering a little. He pulled on some underwear and immediately felt it get stained by Star’s cum dripping out of his ass. He didn’t mind that at all. Not feeling up to wearing his usual outfit, which was looking ominously tight in the trouser department, he rooted around in his closet and found a long blue fluffy dressing gown with golden stars on it, evidently unworn, a present from Holly. He slipped it on with the help of Star, and made his way slowly to the living room, before sitting down heavily and shuffling under the kotatsu. Star joined him, legs crossed, and gently brushed a stray strand of damp hair out of Jotaro’s face.
Holly entered a second later, and was touched to see Star, who offered her a big grin, complimenting the small and tired but contented smile offered by Jotaro. She almost dropped her food, however, after registering that Jotaro was there in his dressing gown for the first time. Not wanting to bring attention to this and embarrass him, she placed the bowls of broth on the table and sat down next to them, pulling the thick blanket over her legs. Jotaro accepted the broth with a light, soft, smile, and looking at him, she saw for first time in what felt like months a kind of peace around him, and smiled to herself as they all tucked in.
It was a good evening.