The Ora Experience || JotaKak

It was finally twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and after spending his entire morning unloading boxes, Jotaro falls back onto his couch. It was three years after his battle against DIO, and he decided to attempt living a normal life. With a sigh, he ran his fingers over his cap and scanned the room, proud of his accomplishment. He wasn't the decorative type, but the monochrome interior of his apartment was most admirable. Glancing over to the right, he smiles at the picture on his table, picking it up. It was of him and his friends when they were in Egypt, a memory that he'd always cherish-- when they were together. Putting the picture back down, he stood up and stretched, closing his eyes for a moment-- enjoying the silence. He opened his green eyes in surprise, a chuckle escaping his lips as he felt something snake around his legs-- he forgot about Hierophant's range. As the front door unlocks and opens, he feels Hierophant disappear, and hears Kakyoin enter with a playful, "I'm home~" He flips his pink hair out of his face and gives Hierophant the groceries to put away, smiling as he approaches Jotaro eagerly, placing a quick array of kisses along his jagged jawline. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he pushes his hips against his, raising his eyebrows. "I see you did all the unpacking without me?" "I..." He paused a moment before finishing his statement, furrowing his eyebrows. "You what?" Kakyoin smirks and removes his arms from around Jotaro's neck, sticking out his tongue. "I saved the bedroom for you." With a grin, he winked and gestured to their bedroom, crossing his arms over his chest. "The bedroom? Is that all?" He stifled a laugh and twiddled with his earrings, his face turning a light shade of red. "Something wrong?" "Hm, no. Nothing." he quickly turned on his heels and made his way into the kitchen. "Do... you want something to drink?" It'd been bothering him for a while, even before they moved in together. It was like Jotaro couldn't bear to be seen with him. He pulled out two glasses from the cupboard and filled them with ice. "Yeah, thank you." He sighed softly to himself and made his way into the bedroom, tugging off his hat and jacket and collapsing on their bed. Regardless of today's events, he was completely drained. As he closed his eyes to rest, he felt himself begin to doze off. Grabbing the two glasses, he made his way into the bedroom and rested them on their nightstand, sitting next to Jotaro's head and running his fingers through his hair. "Hey, um... Are you in the--" Before he could finish his sentence Jotaro covered his face with his arms and cut him off with a solid "No." "Tired from working all day?" he smiled softly and gently rubbed his purple eyes. If Jotaro wasn't in the mood, then he was okay with it-- he was used to it by now. With a groan, he tossed over on his side and kept his face covered, finally falling asleep with a faint snore. Kakyoin chuckled and shook his head, sweeping his hair to the side before grabbing his glass and taking a swig of his wine. Crossing one leg over the other, he shot a small green emerald across the room and watched it ricochet off the walls, admiring the different tones each area emitted. Glancing over at Jotaro once more, he huffed and pushed himself to stand, making his way into the kitchen to get a bowl of cherries. Popping one in his mouth, he leaned over the counter and swiveled the fruit over his tongue playfully, tying the stem in a knot before pulling it out and tossing it in the garbage. This was his favorite fruit, even his earrings resembled cherries. After eating a handful of the red drupes, he pulled out a few ingredients to make sukiyaki. "I guess he'll eat later." Humming softly to himself, he began dicing his ingredients and setting them aside, pursing his lips as his phone vibrated against his pocket. "Wait... what time is it?" Tugging out his cell, he glanced at the time and his eyes widened. "Damn it!!" Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he throws all of his meats and veggies in a pot and shoots out the front door. "Good grief..." Jotaro shot up from his sleep as the front door slams shut, rubbing his eyes drowsily. Slowly standing up, he makes his way into the bathroom and washes his face, checking his watch for the time. "Eight already?" He just fell asleep... Shaking away the sleep, he combs his fingers through his hair and squints, his dark green eyes piercing his reflection. As he exits the bathroom and makes his way into the kitchen, he turns off the stove and sighs. He always runs off in a hurry like this, maybe he forgot something at the store. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he made his way around the island centered in the kitchen and found his way to the couch, his forest green tanktop growing uncomfortable as he began to worry. "If I text him and he's in the middle of a fight I could distract him..." Bowing his head in frustration, he placed his forehead in the palms of his hands and tapped his foot against the wooden floor. It was unlike him to panic over Kakyoin leaving, but after almost witnessing him die, he learned to cherish every moment he had with him. He tried to remain the same cool and composed Jojo that he'd met years ago, but on the inside, he was constantly worrying and overthinking-- he was paranoid. Hours passed, and his patience had long since run out. He went back to bed and laid on his back, mumbling quietly to Star Platinum. "Did I do something wrong..? He usually says when he's going to be out for a long time." Turning over on his side with a grunt, he continues venting, his Stand hovering over him in silence, listening to everything he had to say. Before drifting off once again, he heard the front door quietly click open, and he shut his eyes. Kakyoin quickly shuts the door behind him and huffs, his body drenched in water. Tugging off his outfit, he throws his laundry in a hamper and inches into the bedroom. Tugging on a shirt and shorts, he slips fluidly into bed with a smile, snuggling his face against his pillow. It'd been a while since somebody made him feel the way he felt tonight-- it was a shame Jotaro wasn't there. Only a few minutes into laying in bed, he'd fallen asleep, his thin body pressed lightly into Jojo's back. It was now 3:30 a.m, and he found himself unable to actually fall asleep. He faked being asleep until he was positive Kakyoin was knocked out for the night, but now he had another problem on his hands. The frustration of tonight’s events made him unusually aroused-- and he refused to take care of it by himself, but he knew how Kakyoin was when he got woken up. That wasn't pleasant. With a soft hum, he leaned over and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, kissing his neck, and gently grazing his teeth over his earlobe. Furrowing his eyebrow, he stayed still as he felt Jotaro make his move against him, deciding to play it off like he was still asleep. He rolled over onto his stomach and held his ear, his face hot with embarrassment and excitement. If Jotaro was in the mood for s*x, he knew how to get what he wanted. What are you up to..? If he moved too much, Jojo would figure out he was faking being asleep, and punishment was not something he needed tonight.