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It’s familiar to Josuke by now – sitting up in Rohan’s bed without a shirt on, with Rohan’s chest pressed against his back. Soft, cool hands squeeze his shoulders before lightly trailing long fingers up and down his arms while he feels lips press against his right shoulder.
Kiss... Kiss...
Up the right side of his neck, making Josuke sigh and relax. He still doesn’t really get what exactly Rohan gets out of doing this. All he knows is this is something he does when he’s too exhausted from work, travel, or just life in general to have sex.
Kiss... Kiss...
All over the nape of his neck, making Josuke hum and shiver a bit before relaxing again when Rohan’s hands give his shoulders another firm squeeze. He’s tried to ask him about it before, but it ended up with him being unceremoniously kicked out of the bedroom following a fight they got into over it.
Kiss... Kiss...
Against the soft skin right beneath his ear, and then down the left side of his neck. In Rohan’s defense, he had tried to give an explanation of why he wants to do this. Or, an explanation of sorts, at least. Josuke hadn’t entirely understood what he was trying to say, since the mangaka is so roundabout when talking about his feelings – especially his feelings towards Josuke. Even now, after all this time.
Kiss... Kiss...
Across his left shoulder, with extra attention paid to his star-shaped birthmark. It had been pretty unfair of Rohan to start insulting his intelligence just because Josuke wanted him to say things more plainly. And then Josuke may have said a few things in retaliation that absolutely deserved being kicked out, but still!
Kiss... Lick...
Attention now focused entirely on his birthmark; Rohan traces the shape with his tongue before lightly sucking on it. That feeling is way more pleasant to focus on then memories of any of their many stupid fights. Ultimately, Josuke enjoys getting this kind of attention quite a lot, so if Rohan wants to give it to him, he doesn't need to question it more than that.
Kiss... Kiss... BITE!
Josuke hisses at the sudden pain he feels near the base of his neck. ‘There it is,’ he thinks, feeling teeth scraping around the area before another bite almost makes him tense up. But Rohan’s hands smoothing up and down his arms with just the right amount of pressure keep him relaxed enough, even as the sharp nips continue.
He’s actually made Josuke bleed like this before. He didn’t seem the least bit sorry about it, either. Rather, it seems like Rohan’s goal at some point became to fuck up the skin where Josuke’s birthmark is located as much as possible. The whole area has been mottled with ugly, purplish bruising for months now, and Josuke can only conclude that Rohan either really loves his birthmark or he absolutely hates it.
Bite! Bite... Suck... Nibble...
Or maybe both. The mangaka is contrary enough for it to be both. Josuke can feel Rohan grumble wordlessly as the harsh bites taper off into a constant, single-minded gnawing at the wounded skin. Josuke doesn’t mind the bruises; doesn’t go out of his way to hide them or anything like that. He wears them like badges of honor, similar to how he treats having a black eye after getting in a fight.
Rohan’s hands have stopped caressing his arms, instead settling on Josuke’s shoulders and holding him still so that he can keep chewing on him like a teething puppy. The Joestar birthmark had been likened by both Joseph and Jotaro to a “symbol of fate”. Based on the tales Josuke has gotten to hear about his family since he's met them, he can believe that that might be true. And here he is, letting Rohan mess it up as he likes. Sounds like a decent allegory for his life ever since he'd first fallen for the older man.
Oh. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s the whole point. It always has been, probably ever since the first time. Rohan has been leaving his own mark on Josuke’s fate, constantly reapplying it and never letting it fade from him. Josuke knows from experience that Rohan doesn't like to be touched while he's chewing on him, but he can't hold back the sudden surge of affection he's feeling. Josuke lifts his left hand and reaches behind himself to rest it atop Rohan’s head.
The mangaka tenses for just a moment, like he might pull away start complaining, but then he just makes a soft sound in his throat and lets his head flop forward, forehead resting against Josuke’s shoulder. He doesn't say anything, but his arms wrap around Josuke's midsection, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
‘Which of us is the idiot? Just say so, stupid,’ Josuke thinks, a fond smile spreading over his face as his fingers massage light circles on Rohan's scalp. ‘You’ll have to try a lot harder to get rid of me.’