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Summary:

to lie in the distressing loneliness whilst his dearest remained away, degrading as it may seem, caesar spent every passing moment in thoughts of joseph’s alighting, and he sat late doing so. however, the joestar refused to leave him for long—a masked face with a teasing attitude, they slept, just as planned.

in other words: caesar’s loneliness seeps through and joseph’s there after a rough day of training to entertain his sorrows.

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   caesar lie there, longing for his dearest’s benevolence, however, secluded and domestic he remain, such were his reflections. with a fastened breath, his eyelids fell to leisure as he ached in reminisce of a salacious brunette.
     alas, he veiled his grief with the unpigmented linen, those outlying aromas of his accomplice, befit to the destructive fate of fiendish misfortunes of monsters which had unearthed. joseph had been absent in this passing hour, however, zeppeli sat late despite these qualms of discomposure—messina inculcated him—not unlike caesar, yet his frustrations remained.
     caesar remained some minutes in silence, a guttural wail leaving him sallow—an arm reached for him, enveloped with sweat, as revolting as it may be. detestable! caesar turned promptly, eyes of cerulean, features beautiful. nothing could equal his delight on seeing the joestar, stripping to indecency with another man in his confinements.
     “i can’t believe messina makes me train this late,” exclaimed he, “if i don’t get any sleep, i’ll never be able to defeat these pillar men!” joseph embraced the blonde before him, masked lips struggling to fit comfortably in his neck from behind his resting physique.
     “stop complaining. you should be grateful they’re not leaving us to die.”
     “they might as well be.”
the darkness of the estate had engulfed their characters in a titillating sense of exposure, comforts of their bed they shared unknown to personages exceedingly domestic as the men drowse to their intimacy.
     “hey, did you stay awake until i got back, caesar?” joseph provoked, advancing to fondle the chest of his confidential consort. however, no response came from zeppeli in return, breath shallow in roots of slumber.
     joseph merely laughed and fell to the bed in a fit, repositioning with maneuvers not unlike that of venereal intent.
     “good night.” alas, with his dearest in his arms, he remain, fixated in love and reverence which knew no bounds. falling to the thrall of sleep, he, too, lie in dreams of caesar, as did zeppeli anent his adored.

 

 

Notes:

for a dear friend of mine (jk if ure readinf rhis ale i’m gonna beat u up don’t act like i don’t have ur area code i’ll find u someday and when i do i will NOT buy ur obituary .. ; this is a joke pls i promise, i’ll buy the obituary)