Cherry Bomb

V

!bit of spice!
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The party, was going great. Jotaro had never seen so many drunk teenagers in one place – and never, had he seen so many sequin jackets. The dark-haired male was leaned up against the makeshift bar, sipping from the glass he had been generously poured by a white-haired male behind the counter. Who, if the first year was to admit had a ridiculous hair-style, what would you even call that? It wasn't a beehive, but stuck straight up in a tall column. Beside Jotaro was Noriaki, who had refused to drink anything claiming that one of them needed to be sober. Despite this, the redhead was flushed in the face with excitement and he was bouncing around to the beat of the music on the balls of his feet. The taller male beside him blinked a few times as he finished off the last of his glass, his own face was beginning to gain a pinkish tint. His breathing wasn't as even as it was before, and his thoughts were fuzzy. He missed the vicious look in Kakyoin's eyes as he stared at the drunk delinquent. The redhead planned to take advantage of this moment, nothing too extreme, but perhaps, he could get Jotaro out of that tight shell of his bit more.

He leaped upward as he heard a familiar tune, "JoJo! Let's go dance!"

The taller male blinked, and he tilted his head. "Dance? I don't dance."

"Mhm, then just stand there like a bump on a log." the other male rolled his eyes and he grabbed the Joestar's coat sleeve.

He dragged the ravenette rather easily over towards the dance floor where people where grinding against each other, and spinning. Limbs were bouncing around to the music sending vibrations through the floor as rhythmic lights danced through the air. Jotaro sucked in a breath as he felt a warm body press against his own. He stared down at the smaller male who smirked up at him, as he spun around his body, swaying his hips erotically. Noriaki stepped in close behind Jotaro and wrapped his arms over his waist, grinding his hips against the other. A jolt of heat ran straight down the delinquent's spine and he shuddered as he felt warm breath running down his neck. He didn't even hear what the redhead said over his own roaring heart. His head was spinning, and slowly, he became only aware of one thing – Kakyoin. Every grazing touch of his fingertips sending shivers running through his body. He felt like he was melting every time the redhead placed his hand upon Jotaro's chest and slid down his body from there. He felt his rational thinking begin to sink beneath not only his drunk haze, but the burning sensation of lust.

"Nori..."he stumbled over the nickname – realizing that he was struggling to breathe. Kakyoin paused, and he tilted his head at the male.

"What? Do you not like it?" he asked, and was taken by surprise as the taller male replicated the same actions he had just did – on him. The young Stand User felt his breathe catch in his throat as Jotaro pressed his hand upon his chest, and slide them down as his body did the same. Noriaki purred softly, as he felt heat follow the path of Jotaro's clumsy – but with good intention hands as they made their way along his body. People had begun to notice the pairs strangely erotic dance, as they begin to sync up moving their hips in tandem. The redhead felt every hair on his body begin to stand on end every time Jotaro would bury his face into his neck from behind and sway with him. They were lost in the beat. In the heat between their bodies, and Kakyoin was beginning to lose his self-control. Every fleeting touch made a little more of his will break away.

Jotaro... The dark-haired male took the smaller male's hands into his own and brought him close, before shoving him away after grinding their bodies together. Jotaro. Jotaro.

Noriaki was biting hard into his lip, as a need began to spread from the tip of his fingers through his body. He knew this feeling. Next, his head would cloud. His gaze would seem to flicker as everything vanished except for the delinquent. Then, every fiber in his being would snap. The redhead would drag away the taller male to somewhere private and then, devour him. Every inch of him would be claimed by Kakyoin. From the shine that had formed in Jotaro's eyes doubted the male would resist him. A smile was upon his lips. Didn't dance, huh?