Ti Amo

Chapter 4

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Joseph shivered although he was hot, hotter than the sun. Part of his brain was closed off as if by an iron door, behind it were questions he didn't want to ask. He was pretty sure Caesar didn't want him to ask them either, which was why the sudden change in demeanor.

But it was okay. He had Caesar all over him. The Italian's hands were everywhere: groping him, running through his hair, unbuckling his belt. His thinking was foggy, just a haze. So many times he felt the urge to grab the blonde by his arms and flip him over, but each time Caesar would press or kiss some sensitive part of him, and he would collapse. Their breath was heavy and loud in each other's ears.

The brunette's blood was flowing down to his hips. He gradually unfolded, straining against his slacks as Caesar licked and nipped his torso.

Caesar smirked. He straddled the taller man, slowly bringing their semi-clothed crotches so close they were almost touching.

A small moan escaped the Joestar's lips.

Caesar closed the distance, pushing his groin against his friend's. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, sliding his pelvis back and forth on the brunette's big thighs. Their bulges rubbed together, the friction of the clothing creating a delicious torment. The smirk was replaced by an adorable look of pleasure, his face slackening a bit, with his lips parted.

"Oh ... Jojo ..."

Joseph was enjoying Caesar's vulnerability. It made him incredibly hot to see the Italian's guard down.

He had torrid, forbidden thoughts. Among them was why didn't Caesar tell him he was alive these last two decades? He decided to dole out a little punishment.

Caesar had one hand on his underwear, one on Joseph's, seconds away from freeing them both from their prisons of cloth.

Joseph grabbed Caesar's wrist.

"Not yet."

"Please." His voice held a vulnerable longing.

"Not yet."

Caesar waited. After a good enough time had elapsed, Joseph said, "Now."

In a few deft movements, they were free.

Joseph watched, fascinated as Caesar slid his uncut ***k slowly on Joseph's own trimmed one, making him tingle from his toes to the top of his head. The way the skin folded and stretched, the way Caesar's purple head peeped out and went back in.

Joseph moaned loudly. "Oh my God."

"Aahhn..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"I'm gonna ~~"

"Wait," said Joseph again.

Caesar's eyes flashed at being told to delay once again.

"Id - "

But that wasn't why Joseph said wait, he wanted to kiss the man as they o'd. He sat up and pulled a surprised Caesar close, cupping his face with his left hand and wrapping his right arm around his waist.

With escalating moans into each other's mouths, they frantically rolled their hips until they exploded all over each other's bellies.

Joseph held Caesar close as they trembled. He closed his eyes and kissed Caesar's cheek, then his purple birthmarks under his eyes.

"You're coming home with me. I can't leave you here alone. I'm bringing you to America."