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Lately, Caesar has been feeling the tension of his slums days again. Not only did Hamon training get way more intense after the awakening of the Pillar Men, his new comrade-turned-friend, Joseph also had two poison rings inside his body thanks to them, that would melt and kill him after thirty days. As far as Caesar was concerned, they had every reason to train as hard as they could. But unfortunately, that meant there was precious little time left for any sort of tension relief.
However, apparently even the poison rings inside his body weren't motivating enough for Joseph to take training seriously. He was only supposed to have the Hamon breathing mask off for eating and brushing his teeth, but the annoying Brit kept trying to dodge having it put back on his face every damn day. It got to the level that Lisa Lisa herself even stopped bothering trying to deal with him, and just tasked Caesar with putting Joseph's mask back on. Every single time, the brunet tried something to get out of wearing the mask. He either took ages to brush his teeth, tried to sneak away afterwards, or anything he could think of. And when in retaliation Caesar started guarding the bathroom door, one time Joseph went as far as to climb out the goddamn window and almost fell to his death, had Caesar not reached and caught him on time. And there he was again, simply running away, as if it was some funny game of tag. Well Caesar wasn't laughing!
With all other escape routes blocked by Caesar, Joseph ran into his own room. He looked around frantically, and Caesar knew that he was gonna go for the window again, before the brunet even moved. The moment Joseph made a movement towards the window, something in Caesar snapped and he tackled the brunet onto the bed with a roar. What happened next could only be described as the straw that broke the camel's back. Purely moving on instinct, he mashed his mouth against Joseph's, and roughly kissed him. When he realized what he had just done, Caesar had a split second of panic, but Joseph immediately wound his arms around the Italian's neck and clumsily kissed back. That was all the encouragement Caesar needed.
They made out desperately, without any finesse, frantically touching the other everywhere they could reach. Panting, Caesar pulled away to roughly tug at Joseph's clothes. They separated to quickly get naked, then hungrily fell back on each other again. After some more sloppy kissing, Caesar leaned back. He spat into his palm - not missing the way Joseph gasped and shuddered at the sight - and grasped their lengths together. The Brit let his head fall back to the pillow with a loud moan, when Caesar started jacking them off.
"Shut up, they'll hear us," growled the Italian.
He leaned down to suck a harsh mark into the base of Joseph's neck, wrenching a muffled cry from the brunet. Joseph wrapped one of his hands around their cocks as well, winding his other arm around Caesar's neck for support as they wildly fucked into the tunnel of their hands. Their leaking pre gradually made the slide easier and more pleasurable. Soon, Joseph's thrusting started to become erratic and stuttering, signaling to Caesar that the brunet was going to come. The Italian doubled his efforts in jerking them off, and Joseph was spurting his load onto his own toned stomach in no time at all. Caesar was so desperate for release, that he couldn't possibly hold out any longer. As soon as he saw Joseph come, he finally allowed himself to tumble over the edge as well, biting his lip to muffle his pleasured cry. His seed mixed with Joseph's on the brunet's stomach. Caesar used the last of his strength to fall next to Joseph, instead of crushing him. Joseph grabbed some tissues from the nightstand to wipe his stomach, then simply dropped them on the floor next to the bed. They were both panting like bellows.
"So, have you got it out of your system?" asked Joseph cheekily, after they caught their breaths. Caesar let out a contented hum as a way of answer, which made the brunet chuckle. "Stress is bad for you, Caesarino, you gotta let it out sometimes, y'know."
"Usually I do," Caesar half-heartedly grumbled, "there was just nobody on the island I could do it with."
Joseph let out a little laugh. "Turns out there was someone like that on the island all along."
The Italian scoffed. "Well now I know."
"Good. Keep it in mind for the future, Caesarino," said Joseph teasingly. "Now that's been dealt with, you can put my mask back on," he added magnanimously.
Frankly, Caesar didn't even know where the mask fell during all the chaos that had just transpired. "Go, get it then."
"Nu-uh, I'm tired as hell! There's no way I'm getting out of the bed," declared the brunet, snuggling to Caesar.
The Italian groaned. He was exhausted too. "Ugh fine, then I'll put it back on later. For now, just match your breathing with mine."
"Yeah-yeah."
For a while they were just laying there in an embrace, the silence only broken by the soft sound of their perfectly in sync Hamon breathing. Caesar wondered about Joseph's remark about "getting it out of his system". Could it be...?
"Say Jojo. Have you purposefully riled me up to be able to help me relieve my tension?"
Joseph's laugh was answer enough.