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Josuke looked up at the wall in front of him, hands in his pockets. Once upon a time, he’d had juvenile dreams of sneaking into his school after dark and exploring, but he was a little sad to find the whole thing lackluster and not nearly as adventurous as he was hoping. 

He supposed serial killer hunting tended to spoil the mood. 

The moon coming in the window cast an eerie light on the posters hanging on the wall. They announced club meetings, events, student council initiatives… he was surprised by the wave of nostalgia that hit him. Quiet steps, stealthy and not shy, approached him from behind and stopped at his side. 

“Children these days,” Rohan muttered. His eyes were focused on the more artistic posters, the wobbly hand-drawn mascots and attempts at calligraphy. A few had clearly been handed off to the ‘art kid’ in the group, but some of the others belonged in a museum for cursed objects. Josuke snorted. 

“Don’t be mean. They’re trying their best… I think.” He laughed warmly and then reached down for Rohan’s hand, his thumb settling against his wedding ring. “You remember high school? It feels so much further away than I thought.” 

Rohan squeezed his hand back, though it felt more like a threat than a romantic gesture. Josuke had learned to take what he could get. “I don’t remember the education as much as I remember you. You were such a pest.” 

“Yes, awful. Making sure you ate and slept and didn’t burn out on your new fame.” Josuke leaned over to kiss his cheek. Rohan turned his head and their lips met, slow and soft. It was different from the frustrated but frantic make-outs during their trip to Egypt or the slow pecks stolen while Rohan healed in the hospital, both things underscored by the feeling that they didn’t have enough time, desperate to have something before they lost the chance to have anything. 

But now they had time. They could be careful, gentle, bask in each other and the thing they’d dared to build between them, especially when no one was around, allegedly. Josuke was still unfortunately sure that there was a Stand user created by Kira’s father roaming the high school building after hours, but he wanted to be nostalgic with his husband for another moment. 

Rohan pulled back slightly, pressing a quick second kiss against the corner of Josuke’s mouth before he settled on solid ground. His attention was off the posters, his eyes roaming over Josuke’s jacket and the muscles straining against it before traveling to much more pointed areas. 

“I distinctly remember,” he began, “that you promised we’d get to fuck in school someday.” Rohan’s gaze snapped back up to Josuke with a sharp glint that made his green and brown eyes shine in the dark. “Do you?” 

Josuke’s face turned bright red in answer. It was hard not to. His teenage imagination had been both horny and inventive, and he’d spent a lot of his time at Rohan’s bedside encouraging him to hurry up and get better with the raunchiest scenarios he could come up with. Anything to get Rohan to either laugh, chastise him, or flush hard— any reaction as long as it wasn’t wallowing in his hospital bed, thinking there was no point to keep drawing, to keep living. 

They’d managed to do both the tamer and wilder ones over the years. Josuke would definitely never forget fucking on top of a moving train, but somehow in the whirlwind, the easier fantasies had escaped them until they became not-so-easy. 

And not that this setting was easy, per se, but there certainly wasn’t anyone around. 

“I suppose I do remember,” Josuke allowed. He looked up and down the hallway, no sign of intruders. They were technically on a mission, breaking into Jotaro’s high school for a reason (that Rohan argued was more like a hunch, even as he came to investigate with him), but Rohan had gotten what he wanted. All Josuke could focus on was Rohan’s hips and the way he was oh so seductively backing into an empty classroom. 

Josuke never had any choice but to follow him. 

Crazy Diamond closed the door behind them and Josuke was quick to pin Rohan against it, kissing him hard. He shoved his thigh between Rohan’s legs and Rohan began to grind down on it, just like he knew he would. He was sure Rohan felt the same smugness-laced security when Josuke pulled him to the side by his hair and began to attack the side of his neck. 

There was a feeling he couldn’t name that always bloomed in his chest whenever they were like this, whenever their dance fell into the same patterns. It edged toward boredom, but it would never get close enough to matter with how it made Josuke’s heart swell. There was nothing like being able to predict how Rohan would move or snap or beg, to know that he knew Rohan so well because they belonged to each other, and no one else had this. They’d truly graduated from the nervous, fumbling teens they’d once been. 

“Jojo, Josu— Josuke!” Rohan tried to get his attention between kisses, but Josuke had migrated back up to his mouth and was barely letting him get a word in. It was his favorite trick to get Rohan breathy, dizzy, and even more demanding than normal. When he dug his fingers into the back of Josuke’s hair and dragged him back, Josuke rewarded him with a moan that was probably louder than it should have been. 

“Need something, baby?” Josuke grinned wider when Rohan couldn’t resist biting his neck. His teeth had only gotten sharper over the years. 

“You’re going to ruin my camera, you beast. Get off me.” But Rohan followed him even as Josuke backed up, only quitting when the backs of Josuke’s knees bumped up against one of the desks. The camera was still between them, glinting in the moonlight coming through the window where it hung off Rohan’s neck. He was pretty sure Rohan kept better care and track of that thing than his engagement and wedding rings, which was actually saying something. Rohan never gave up a chance to let Josuke know he wasn’t going anywhere, whether he wanted to or not. 

“Give me that.” Josuke kissed him and swiftly switched their position, hauling Rohan up to sit on the desk. Crazy Diamond pulled the one next to it closer so he could lay him down, his heart beating faster at the sight of Rohan spread out beneath him and still smiling like he was in control. Fuck, but he always was, and Josuke knew it. 

Rohan let out a breathless laugh and pushed Josuke back so he could get his hands on his belt. Josuke made quick work of Rohan’s pants while Crazy Diamond very carefully removed the strap of Rohan’s camera and put it around his own neck. Josuke raised it to his eye and laughed when he saw the pose Rohan was striking through the viewfinder. 

“Not very natural of you,” Josuke teased. “What about your precious reality?” Rohan stuck his tongue out in response, mature as always. He got back to untangling Josuke’s belt while Josuke checked the image on the small screen in the corner. Rohan had turned the flash off ahead of time, leaving Josuke afraid his picture would turn out as nothing more than shadows. 

He was pleasantly surprised to see Rohan’s chest stretching out, his bare chest and elegant neck glowing in the light of the moon. His cocked twitched in his pants and he swallowed, looking up from the camera back to Rohan, whose eyes were beginning to narrow. 

“What’s that look you’ve got on your face?” Rohan raised his leg to kick him, that disturbingly hard heel probably planning on making a home right on the constantly sore spot in Josuke’s lower back, but Crazy Diamond was quick to catch him by the ankle. Rohan’s face telegraphed just what he thought about that. “Josuke, unhand me. This is no way to treat someone older than you.” 

“I’m so sorry, senpai.” Josuke leaned over for just one more kiss, hardly able to resist laughing at the shiver that ran through Rohan. When Josuke dipped his fingers into Rohan’s underwear, it was no surprise how wet he was. “I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself. Let me make it up to you, alright?” 

“You better.” Rohan’s hips began to move, grinding against Josuke’s hand and trying to get his fingers to slip inside. Josuke let him fool himself for a moment before pulling his hand out. Crazy Diamond couldn’t save him from Rohan’s other leg finishing what the first one had started. Josuke lurched forward, almost giving Rohan what he wanted. The camera hit him in the sternum hard when it bounced back. “Hurry up.”

“You,” he ground out, “are the entire reason I need a chiropractor.” Josuke had half a mind to leave him there, his spine throbbing all the way up and down like an agreeing chorus. But he was loyal and whipped, and the thought of leaving Rohan unfinished was unbearable, so he’d take his revenge another way. 

It would have been delicious to sit back and eat Rohan out until Josuke had to carry him back to the car, if it wouldn’t have locked his damn knees up, or maybe finger him until he was a puddle that only knew how to beg for his cock. But they had a time limit, and limits in general they just hadn’t had when they were younger, and the last thing Josuke needed was for an enemy to catch them both with their literal pants down. 

He sent Crazy Diamond out to check the hallway, making sure there were no signs of the Stand user, and while Rohan was distracting himself waiting for Josuke to be done, Josuke pulled his headband down over his eyes and called Crazy Diamond back to pin Rohan’s hands down. 

“Josuke!” Rohan started to squirm. Josuke leaned forward, making sure his still-clothed erection was pressed right up against Rohan’s soaked underwear while he twisted around. He moaned loudly and only writhed harder.  “Let go of me and take this off!”  

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I did, senpai.” Josuke grinned and pulled Rohan’s underwear to the side, drinking in his anxious shuddering. Josuke pulled his cock out over his waistband and started to drag the head between Rohan’s dripping folds, pressing teasingly against his clit with each pass. “You want me?” 

“Are you an idiot?” Even with his eyes covered, Josuke knew exactly what face Rohan was giving him just from the shape of his mouth, all twisted up with impatience. It might have even been effective if Rohan had managed not to gasp halfway through. “Give it to me, Jojo!” 

“In a minute.” Josuke brought the camera up again, smirking. Rohan was throwing a proper fit now, even rattling the desks, and Josuke was capturing all of it— his gorgeously angry expression, his arms straining against Crazy Diamond, the way his back arched as Josuke began to press inside, sliding smoothly all the way to the hilt. 

No matter what changed about either of them over the years, their bodies, their abilities, their interests, even their personalities, Rohan always took him so well. 

He probably took him better now, all things considered. Rohan used to fight even after he got what he wanted, like he was ever in danger of Josuke denying him, or perhaps it was him sinking his teeth into the last hint of control. It was funny to watch Rohan deny himself the fullness of the pleasure he deserved just to hold onto whatever he’d come up with in his head when he was so adamant about throwing himself into reality elsewhere, but Josuke had broken him down quietly, carefully, lovingly. 

Now, Rohan knew just how to relax, how to wrap his legs around Josuke’s waist just so and push his hips up to meet his thrusts. Josuke focused the lens right on it, biting his lip hard as he both watched and felt Rohan flutter and clench down around him. 

This was what love was. Josuke was sure of it. He’d always thought that it would be on the other side of their childhood animosity, but in moments like these, he could see that love and hate always went hand in hand with them. He’d be Rohan’s forever, but he’d still hate him— hate that he couldn’t always be inside him just like this, hate that he couldn’t always freeze the moment and make sure nothing ever ruined this. 

At least he had the camera. He’d always have that to look back on and remember. Josuke took it off his neck, handing it off to Crazy Diamond. He replaced his Stand’s hands with his own, holding Rohan’s wrists steady, then migrating up to hold his hand and feel his erratic heartbeat. 

“Inside,” Rohan started to gasp. He moaned loudly when Josuke’s hips snapped deeper, his head tilted back. He was so unreserved now. Entirely Josuke’s. 

“I love you, Ro.” Josuke leaned over and gave him everything he wanted. Rohan’s legs were vices around him now, determined to keep him in. Josuke could have pulled out as punishment, but his heart had never really been in it, anyway. He’d always been too good. 

And Rohan screaming just how much he loved him back was always his best reward.