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“Jotaro, this can’t be comfortable.”
They’d been in this position for what felt like hours. Jotaro laid before him on the bed, Kakyoin curled beside him. One hand running through his curly hair, the other dipped between his legs.
He demanded to be here, all but begged him. Said he’d waited long enough. He wanted this. Needed it.
“It’s fine, just add another one.”
He spoke through gritted teeth, head thrusting back into the pillow.
Kakyoin, hesitant as ever, granted his request, sliding his hand out to add more lube to his already slick fingers. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, right?”
“Yeah, just stick them in already.”
Kakyoin obliged, but not without a grimace as he slid his fingers into Jotaro’s abnormally tight cunt. Normally, he’d love to comment on how firmly he gripped him, how he felt like he was trying to hold him and never let go, but this felt wrong. It was as if he had to fight to stay inside.
The redhead’s grimace returned as he saw Jotaro’s tense expression.
“It’s okay if it hurts, we don’t-“
“Just give me a minute.”
Eager to please, Kakyoin stilled, two fingers resting inside of his walls. He made sure to keep his hand relaxed, but Jotaro sure wasn’t making it easy.
He leaned over to place a soft kiss to his forehead, humming low in his throat. “You’re okay, take all the time you need.”
Jotaro wanted, no, needed this to go faster. When Kakyoin was receiving, there was no adjustment period. He could just suck his cock into his mouth and go to town right out the gate. With him, however, it took forever. The first time Kakyoin slipped a finger inside him while eating him out, he all but screamed.
And now here they were, an hour in and only up to two fingers. And he couldn’t even move.
“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
It did. Burned, even. It felt like he had a metal pipe shoved inside him, shoving the tender skin of his cramped walls aside and stretching him wider than he cared to go.
But he couldn’t tell Kakyoin that. He’d stop. And if he stopped, they couldn’t go further.
Instead, he swallowed thickly, thought of a prayer, and said, “You can move now.”
To his credit, Kakyoin was slow to move. He let his fingers slowly slide out, leaving just one knuckle inside of him before thrusting his hand back in shallowly. The pads of his fingers pressed against the roof of his aching cunt, likely trying to offset the pain with any pleasure he could manage. And yet, it just felt like that metal pipe had started thrashing around, jabbing his organs and bruising his bones.
“How’s that?”
“Fine.”
It was far from fine, but he didn’t want him to stop. Kakyoin wanted this, wanted him. To be inside him, specifically. He talked about it a lot. When he had Jotaro’s thighs slung over his shoulders, he loved to mumble about how good it would feel to be buried inside his sweet, gummy walls. Jotaro had to deliver. He had to.
“Is it too fast? I can slow down.”
“If you slow down you won’t be moving. It’s fine.”
Heat began to pool behind his cheeks. The pain was slowly fading to a dull ache rather than a sharp jab. That was good, right? It had to be. This was just a mandatory step to fucking him. Nobody really enjoyed fingering.
Right?
The minutes passed, and that dull ache was refusing to go away. Every jab of Kakyoin’s fingers brought another lurch to his stomach. He needed this to feel good. He needed Kakyoin to think it did.
He let out quiet moans, just small enough to be believable. It did feel kind of good. Kakyoin was sucking at his neck and massaging his chest as he did it, and that felt good. The fingers slowly working him open didn’t, but maybe they didn’t need to. This was about getting Kakyoin’s dick inside of him. That was the main event. Who cares if the road to it was bumpy?
“You look so good like this, Jojo. So handsome. So heavenly.”
The praise brought about a throb from his insides that pulsed around the fingers inside of him. That felt good. Well, it didn’t hurt, but that had to be good. Anything that wasn’t sharp was good.
“Add another one.”
“Are you sure? We just made it to two-“
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. Your dick is big. Add another one.”
Kakyoin wanted to revel in the compliment, but could only nod as he reached for the lube again.
“You’re sure you want this?”
“Good grief, I already said yes!” He groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. “Hurry up already.”
“Okay.” He sounded unsure, but complied regardless.
As he slowly slid three fingers inside of him, Jotaro had to fight not to throw up. If two was a party, three was certainly a crowd. He felt like Kakyoin was shoving his whole fist inside of him. That metal pipe had grown in width and length. A sharp ache started in his back, one he hadn’t felt before.
“Are you okay?”
Right. Kakyoin was watching.
“Yeah, just-you have big fingers.”
Kakyoin nodded, placing a soft kiss against his jaw. “I’ll go slow.”
He did go slow, but it didn’t make a difference. He still felt stretched much too wide. Jotaro was determined to see this out, but it became harder to hold that resolve with each twitch of Kakyoin’s fingers. Nothing was comfortable. Not when he sat still, not when he moved, and definitely not when he curled them inside of him.
He hoped the pain would slowly dissolve, but he was disappointed as time went on. The minutes crawled by, each one worse than the last. Kakyoin did his best to mask the pain with gentle touches and light kisses scattered across his exposed neck, but his efficacy wasn’t near what it needed to be.
As he laid in the bed, desperately widening his legs to accommodate the stretch, he wondered why it was referred to as ‘stretching him open’ in the first place. He didn’t feel stretched. He felt tense. His muscles simply would not relax, but that was typical, right? This had to be normal.
There was no reason for it not to be.
As time passed, he took notice of Kakyoin’s state more than his own. His clothed cock was pressed up against his thigh, likely hoping for any kind of relief. He was quietly groaning against his skin, mumbling assurances as he did so.
He wanted to fuck him, and it showed.
Normally, he would be flattered. He loved knowing he was wanted, especially in bed.
Now, it felt like a death sentence.
But he had to deliver.
“Y-You can-I’m ready.” The words were thick in his mouth, almost as thick as Kakyoin’s stupid fucking fingers.
“Are you sure? You still seem kind of tight.”
Tight was good, wasn’t it? People with dicks liked that sort of thing.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Stick it in already.”
Kakyoin slowly removed his fingers, reaching for the significantly depleted bottle of lube. Jotaro couldn’t find the will to revel in the relief of having an unoccupied hole, instead focusing on the fear flooding his chest as Kakyoin lubed up his cock.
Fuck, he was big. Well, big to him. Jotaro didn’t have the same hardware, but he assumed it was big. It felt big in his mouth.
It was certainly bigger than three fingers. Longer, too.
Kakyoin was a proud 7 inch man, making a point to tell him as such. Nothing crazy, but enough to work with. At first he was excited to hear it. Now, as he sat with his legs apart and waiting to take it, the thought made his stomach squirm.
His internal monologue was quickly interrupted by the boisterous head of Kakyoin’s cock prodding against his aching cunt.
“You ready?”
“I’ve been ready. Hurry up.”
So much for dirty talk.
With one final sigh of luck, Kakyoin began working himself inside.
Fuck, if he wasn’t stuffed before, he definitely was now. His poor hole was burning. Every stupid centimeter made his walls stretch thin, a deep ache echoing through his hips and back.
He felt his face scrunch up in protest, hands clawing into the blanket below him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you’re-just, big, is all.”
Kakyoin leaned down to kiss him, softly enveloping his lips as his hands worked their way down to his hips.
Jotaro loved to be kissed, but it felt like a minor distraction from the nightmare at hand. He had to stop himself from whining as he shoved himself in further.
“I can slow down-“
“No. I can take it.”
Kakyoin hesitated, looking down at Jotaro’s twisted face. “Are you sure?”
“What, you don’t think I can?” He desperately tried to relax, but it didn’t matter. His insides refused to let up.
“No, I…this seems uncomfortable. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. I’m fine. Keep going.” His words, short and sweet, did little to soothe Kakyoin’s nerves. He gave another nod, leaning down to kiss him again as he pushed further inside.
The deep, tearing pain only got worse as he did so, splitting him in two. Jotaro bit his lip, hoping to defer the pain, but even as blood ran down his chin, it didn’t help.
Kakyoin ran a thumb across his lips, smudging the blood and wiping it on the bedspread. “I can stop anytime you want.”
“I don’t. I d-on’t wanna stop.” He was practically choking on his own words.
“This angle seems uncomfortable. Do you want to try riding me?”
Being on top. Yes, that would help. It had to. People did that all the time. Polnareff loved to talk about how fun it was. It had to be more comfortable than missionary, right?
“Yeah, let’s-yeah.”
Kakyoin, careful as ever, slowly maneuvered them so he was perched on top of him, his own head propped against the pillows. Jotaro could feel what remained inside of him bump around, his walls oozing with pain.
“Go slow, okay?”
Jotaro nodded, unable to find the will to snap at him as he tried to sink down onto the monster below him. Every agonizing inch was worse than the last, shoving aside his muscles and scalding them on the way down. His stupid cock just didn’t fucking end.
He let out shaky gasps and pants, hands perched on Kakyoin’s shoulder with his fingers digging into the muscles adorning them. He felt like he was being impaled on a spit.
“We don’t have to do this.” Kakyoin brought a hand up to cradle his face, rubbing his thumb against worried cheeks.
“It’s fine, just-“
With a final burst of courage, he finally, finally seated himself fully. That huge head felt like it was bumping his cervix, spreading him open and shoving his organs aside to make room for the intrusion.
He swallowed thickly, feeling the burn of being stretched all the way up to his ribs. He couldn’t imagine any world where this was typical, but it had to be. There was no other reason for it not to.
“Are you okay?”
He looked down to see Kakyoin’s worried face, hands soothing over his sides. God, he looked so sweet. He deserved this.
“Yeah, I-just, just give me a minute.” He attempted a smile, only coming up with a grimace.
Kakyoin squeezed his side. “Take as long as you need.”
And take his time he did.
He sat there for well over fifteen minutes, just hoping for the deep, sharp throbbing inside his hips to dissipate and leave him with pleasure.
It never did.
He sat there for fifteen fucking minutes and it still hurt just as much as the initial insertion did.
He decided it might feel better if he worked it inside of him. Yeah, that was the part that felt good. The movement. That had to be it.
Slowly, agonizingly, Jotaro began to shift up, feeling every crease and vein of Kakyoin’s cock scrape him as he did so. His sweet hands held his waist, muttering praises as he moved.
With a final prayer, Jotaro seated himself again, a bit too fast for his liking.
He had to slam a hand over his mouth to muffle the scream that ripped up his throat. It hurt so bad. Worse than anything he’d ever done. His insides felt like they were torn apart, leaving shreds of viscera and blood in their wake. The sharp stab of pain radiated up his stomach, tearing through his spine.
“Fuck, are yo-“
“Shut up. I can-I need-“ He felt hot tears begin to well up in his eyes, shaking upon his lap. “I’m-I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” Kakyoin sat up slowly, his stupid dick moving inside of him. The razors lining his walls began to sink in, ripping another pained whine from him.
“We’re stopping. This clearly hurts.” Kakyoin tried to raise him up, but Jotaro smacked his hands away.
“I can handle it!” There was venom, but no heat behind his words. “We can keep going.”
“No, we can’t.” Kakyoin ran a hand up his spine, resting between his shoulders. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not! God, can you fucking let me-“
“No.” His voice, previously sweet, had turned stern. He was mad. He was mad at Jotaro.
He slowly pulled himself off of him, his insides slowly relaxing once they were no longer shoved aside. Jotaro sat back on his thighs to look at Kakyoin angrily.
“I could’ve handled it.”
“No, you couldn’t. You look like you’re about to cry.” He tried to reach out, but was quickly denied.
“What the fuck do you know?” He crossed his arms, trying to choke back the tears forming like storm clouds in his eyes. “You don’t know better than me.”
“I’m not as stubborn as you seem to be.” He sighed heavily, hands reaching for his.
“It’s okay if it hurts. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I do want to! You want to!”
He was quickly realizing those tears were unstoppable at this point. There was only so much anger he could use to override the embarrassment settling in his sore stomach.
“I don’t want to do anything that will hurt you, Jotaro.”
With a final groan, he wiped his face harshly to displace the accumulating water. “I want to. I have to.” Frustration was begging to snap out of his throat, seconds away from exploding.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to-“
“I do! You want it, and I can’t give it to you because of some stupid fucking-I don’t even know! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Is it fucking broken or something?”
Those hot tears were starting to fall, but he couldn’t find the will to care mid-tantrum.
“This is the one thing you want and I can’t even stomach it for five fucking minutes. You a-and your stupidly big dick don’t fit. It doesn’t fit and I don’t know what to do to make it fit!”
“That’s not all I want.” He nudged him off of his lap and into a sitting position, slotting him next to himself.
“I don’t think that’s the problem, Jotaro. It fits, but it shouldn’t hurt like that. That’s not your fault.” He soothed a hand over his shoulders, trying to calm him down from the ledge he’d worked himself onto.
“It is! It’s my fucking organs that don’t wanna work right. I wanted-I should’ve-“
“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He slowly pulled him into his side, bringing his head to rest against Kakyoin’s shoulder.
“Then why does it feel like I did?”
He could feel Kakyoin’s heart ache next to him.
“It’s not your fault. I…I really think something’s wrong. It shouldn’t be this painful.” His arms moved to encase his crying form, still taken aback by the explosive display of emotion from the usually stoic figure.
“Yeah, way to rub it in.”
“You know what I mean.” He squeezed his shoulders, rubbing soft circles into them. “Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment. It’s not your fault, this is out of your control.”
He didn’t want to make an appointment. He didn’t want anything to be wrong at all. He wanted to have sex with him. And yet, his stupid, broken body refused.
“I…okay. Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
Jotaro nodded with a final sniff, wiping his face. “I don’t think I’m up for anything e-else.”
Kakyoin nodded, placing a soft kiss onto his sweaty forehead. “Let’s take a bath, yeah? The warm water should help.”
The idea of a bath brought warmth to his chest. Laying against Kakyoin enveloped in a calm heat sounded heavenly, a stark contrast to the violent intrusion he’d just endured.
“Sure. Can we, well, tomorrow?”
“Of course, if you’re up for it.”
Jotaro pressed himself into Kakyoin’s chest, feeling his heartbeat pulse against his cheek.
“Can we use those nice bath salts? The lavender ones?” His words were hesitant, oddly calm for somebody who just spent the past few minutes yelling.
A light laugh echoed through Kakyoin’s ribs, settling in Jotaro’s own chest.
“Sure, whatever you want.”