It's Just Admiration. Really.

"Then if you're not gonna lie to both of us, go on. Ask me to show you what sex is like."

A thousand different words sprang into his head and he wanted to explain exactly how he was feeling but he didn't. He settled for saying, "please show me what..." he swallowed and even more quietly said, "...sex is like."

He grabbed Josuke's cigarette from his hand and put it out. Then he pressed him against the couch and kiss his lips, one hand gently touching his cheek. The other hand slowly moved back and forth over his chest.

Josuke was honestly surprised at how gentle Jotaro was, although this surprised was mostly shadowed by his surprise in general. He was sure Jotaro felt his heart pounding against his chest so frantically. He could hardly breath but kissing was something he could handle. He'd kissed before. Not his significantly older nephew, but...

Josuke carefully moved his hands to Jotaro's sides and kissed back, albeit much more conservatively.

Jotaro could sense his hesitation, but he didn't honor it. Instead he reached one of his hands under Josuke's shirt, and the other stroked him through his pants.

Josuke inhaled sharply but he swallowed down any other embarrassing noises. One time, and only one time, a high school chick he'd been on a date with had tried to give him a handjob and he'd stopped her before it went too far, but Josuke had a suspicion that there was no stopping this once it was in motion. And yet, somehow, that didn't bother him. If he didn't continue now, he'd probably never get this chance again.

Without meaning to, he dug his nails into Jotaro's shirt as he felt him up. He didn't know what to do with his hands or his anything, really, so he just sort of left them as they were.

He roughly yanked down Josuke's pants and underwear. "You're gonna relax, okay? It'll be better that way. Go ahead, you can touch me if you want." He moved Josuke's hands lower on his back.

Josuke gasped loudly, more embarrassed at the fact that he was hard over such small things. He moved his hands to inside Jotaro's shirt in order to distract himself, finding Jotaro's chest just as nice as he imagined it would be.

"How rough do you want it?" he asked, already jerking him off. He leaned close and gently scraped his teeth over his neck. "Do you have any idea? Or should I decide?"

"O-oh, I....p-please be, mm," he squirmed. "...gentle."

"I'll try," he replied after a pause. Just as soon as he had started feeling up Josuke, he stood and walked out of the room. When he returned, he had a small plastic bottle in hand.

Josuke took a deep breath in order to calm himself once Jotaro left the room. He couldn't believe this was happening. He awkwardly shrugged the rest of his clothes off, but that almost made him feel more awkward. He wanted nothing more than to hurriedly put his clothes on and run out the door but he also wanted nothing more than to submit to Jotaro's every whim.

In the end, he leaned back on the couch and decided the latter sounded much better.

Jotaro took one look at him and shrugged before slipping out his clothes as well. He unceremoniously dumped them on the floor. He pushed Josuke's thighs apart, grabbing the plastic bottle.

"I'm not cruel enough to use spit," he said in a completely deadpan voice, intending it as a joke.

Josuke tried to smile, Jotaro had meant it as a joke...right? He wasn't really sure how to feel with his legs spread apart and Jotaro so intently looking at him, anyway.

"W-well, uh...thanks," he replied, cringing. Real smooth.

He poured a little of the substance onto his fingers and began to rub it on Josuke's cock, and then even a little on his nipples.

"See? Gentle."

Josuke bit his lip as Jotaro touched him. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck tingle as Jotaro touched his nipples and the urge to shoo his hands away had never been bigger.

"Thanks for...being gentle," Josuke mumbled.

When he tired of gently stroking him, Jotaro gripped Josuke by the thighs and lifted his ass, burying his face in it. He began to lick him slowly and rhythmically.

Josuke gasped audibly as Jotaro buried his face in his ass. He covered his extremely red face with his hands, giving up on any semblance of looking call he had left. He shuddered at the strange and foreign feeling, but it was certainly not a bad one. A tad invasive, but overall it was a good feeling. A very good feeling.