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"Hey Oku, wanna make a bet? Cost of lunch that I can fit my whole fist in my mouth."

Okuyasu looked up at Josuke with scrutiny. They'd just finished up eating at a new pizza place, and of course Josuke was trying to worm out of paying. He was probably flat broke. Again. Okuyasu raised his eyebrow, and Josuke flashed an innocent smile.

"You're outta money, aren't ya?" At Josuke's overly-offended expression, he just snorted. "C'mon, you're not gonna get me with this again. You always bet shit you already know you can do."

Josuke pouted, puffing out his cheeks. "Fine. You pick the wager then."

Okuyasu thought for a second, then grinned.

"Bet you can't fit Crazy Diamond's fist in your mouth. Cost'a lunch."

"Aw c'mon, that's impossible! You seen how big his hands are?" Josuke protested. As if to demonstrate, his stand materialised beside him, holding up a massive fist. Josuke pouted. "Gonna need a bigger reward than that. Cost of two lunches. Plus two-thousand yen if I succeed."

"Fifteen-hundred." Okuyasu challenged. "But you pay me two-thousand if you fail."

"You're on."

Josuke smirked, raising his chin, and it was about then that Okuyasu realised he might've fallen for a trap. Opening his mouth, Josuke effortlessly swallowed his stand's fist, taking it all the way past the wrist without even making a sound. Through the slight translucence of the stand, Okuyasu could see just how stretched out he was, tongue pressed flat and throat pulsating around the huge intrusion forcing its way inside. Josuke let out a breathy hum as Crazy Diamond began to penetrate his throat, fingers uncurling to cram down further still. And he didn't even flinch. His face was flushed with strain, eyes half-lidded, but even with his mouth stretched out as wide as it could go, Okuyasu could clearly see the corners of his lips curl up. Victory. But Okuyasu wasn't thinking about the bet anymore. All the blood in his struggling brain was pumping its way down south.

Josuke dissipated his stand, panting shallowly as he licked his spit-stained lips. He cracked a winning grin at Okuyasu, pointing his chin to the bill on the table.

"Pay up."

Okuyasu didn't even have it in him to grumble, just reaching down to fumble out his wallet. Holy shit. Holy shit, Josuke had just taken that like it was nothing. Just sucked it down like he needed his throat to be filled... Okuyasu nearly dropped his wallet on the floor. God, he needed to stop. He was already half-hard, and Josuke was his friend, dammit, and a guy! No more weird fucking thoughts. Avoiding Josuke's gaze, Okuyasu pulled out a couple notes and slapped them on the table-- just enough to cover the bill.

"And my fifteen-hundred, jerk." Josuke ribbed, taking a sip of water. His voice sounded a little raw. Oh god.

Okuyasu dug through his wallet again, hands sweaty, scanning for the right change. He paused on a two-thousand yen note, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he'd slapped it onto the table.

"Extra five-hundred," Okuyasu looked up at him, mouth dry, "if you can fit somethin' else in your mouth. Y'know."

Shit, what the hell was he doing? He wanted to back off, say he was joking and just get the hell out of there, but... but Josuke actually looked like he was considering it. Though his brow pinched hesitantly, his eyes were fixated on the money, and Okuyasu could see the familiar desperate greed in his eyes.

"Just five-hundred?" Josuke asked lowly, leaning in so the neighbouring tables wouldn't hear. "What am I, a cheap slut?"

"Take it or leave it." Okuyasu's breath was growing shallow, and he shifted in his seat. "Money's money, right?"

Josuke considered it a moment longer, but only a moment. Then he nodded, rising from his seat.

"Let's head to the bathroom. Don't act too shifty, alright?"

"Nh." Okuyasu grunted, swallowing heavily. He quickly adjusted himself, before grabbing up the banknote and trailing behind Josuke to the mens'.

Josuke pushed him into an empty stall, locking it behind them before slowly dropping to his knees. For a moment, they both were still, staring at each other uncertainly. Then Josuke began to fumble with his belts.

"J-Just make sure you're quiet. Don't wanna get banned here, their food fuckin' rocks."

Okuyasu made a small sound in response. His throat bobbed nervously as Josuke undid his fly, hooking a finger under the hem of his underwear and letting his erection free. It bobbed in front of Josuke's face, flushed dark and hardening under his cautious gaze. He placed his hand at its base, taking a short sharp breath as he stared at it, lips parted. Okuyasu shifted from foot to foot.

"You really gonna do this, man-"

"S-Shut up!" Josuke pushed his lips out stubbornly, drawing his head a little closer to Okuyasu's dick. "I... I'm already starin' at it. No point backing out now."

"You can do a lot with five-hundred yen." Okuyasu said, as encouragement.

"No you can't." Josuke's expression grew more uncertain. Shaking his head slightly, he squeezed his eyes shut. "There's- there's a new Moschino line coming soon. I really wanna get this one jacket... Gotta save up..."

With that thought, he seemed to gain his nerve. Josuke took another small breath before swallowing Okuyasu's cock, taking it all the way down to the base with a single bob of his head. His throat pulsed as he swallowed around Okuyasu, easing him down, all the way down his throat. Okuyasu hissed. Josuke was so hot, felt so good, constantly loosening and tightening around him as he swallowed an endless stream of spit. Josuke looked up at him, nose buried in his pubic hair, as his tongue slowly traced the veins of his dick. Then he began to bob his head, and it was all Okuyasu could do to keep his feet below him.

"Shit... Josuke... holy fuck..!" Okuyasu cried out, curling over him with his hands braced against the walls. Josuke glared and slapped his leg-- he was being too loud.

Gritting his teeth, Okuyasu tried to hold his voice back, as Josuke just kept sucking him faster and harder. His cheeks hollowed out, lips pressed tight as a vise around him-- Okuyasu was pretty sure he'd never done this before, but he was swallowing him as expertly as if it were his thousandth dick. Josuke's tongue twirled around him, tracing every feature, flicking stripes across his sensitive head every time he pulled right back to the tip. With a low hum that shot through his skin like lightning, Josuke plunged his mouth down again, eyes closed and face flushed as his hot tight throat gripped around him.

He wasn't even trying. That was what drove Okuyasu craziest: that Josuke was practically fucking his throat on his dick, and he wasn't even close to his limits.

He placed a hand on Josuke's head, easing him off. Josuke blinked up at him hazily, string of drool still hanging between his lips and Okuyasu's dick. Okuyasu wiped him off, panting harshly.

"S'not even a stretch for you, huh?" He pressed his thumb against Josuke's swollen lower lip, pushing into his mouth. "You... you wanna see if you can take more?"

Josuke blinked up at him, eyes darting to the side and widening as Okuyasu materialised his stand. Pouting his lips, he thrust his chin out defiantly.

"Two thousand yen. Extra." His voice was grated and raw, throat not escaping damage even with his abilities.

Okuyasu grunted, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbing out a handful of change. He dropped the smattering on the dirty floor between them-- not even a hundred yen.

"S'all yours if you do it."

Josuke was crouched over, counting out the coins. His face pulled into a scowl, and he tossed his head up to glare at Okuyasu.

"Stingy bastard."

But he wasn't refusing. Settling back onto his knees, Josuke closed his eyes, mouth wide open and fists gripping his pants. Okuyasu grinned, grabbing the back of his head and lining both him and The Hand up. His stand had to meld partly through his body so they could both get close enough-- the sensation made him shiver.

"'Kay. Get ready."

Josuke's face twitched, and then Okuyasu rammed both dicks inside.

Josuke took them both into his mouth like a champ, but once they hit the back of his throat, he began to struggle. Taking a sharp breath through his nose, he angled his neck and forced his head forward, lips stretched tightly around the twin intrusions. Okuyasu wasn't small, but The Hand definitely eclipsed him, and both of them together were pushing Josuke past his limits. He let out a throaty gag, eyes cracking open as tears began to stream down his flushed, sweaty cheeks. Okuyasu stroked the back of his head, making him look up.

"You're so fuckin' good. So fuckin' good at this." He grunted, rolling his hips, as The Hand pressed forward too. Josuke groaned. They were taking up every inch of his throat. "You practice this shit or something? Or you just born this good at taking cock?"

Josuke whimpered, pushing his head down further, throat expanding and contracting constantly as he desperately tried to swallow them down. His nose started to drip, eyes rolling up.

"Fffuck, Josuke..." Okuyasu rolled his hips, not getting any further. "S'like there's two of you around me. Holy shit... C'mon, you can take it..."

With a low sob, Josuke pushed his head down further still. Okuyasu had no clue how he was doing it. It felt like his poor over-fucked throat had no more stretch to give, but every time he thought they'd gotten as deep as they could, Josuke managed to force himself further. He shuddered, feeling his orgasm start to build.

"Yeah... c'mon, swallow 'em a little more..." He gasped as Josuke suddenly took another inch all at once, and bucked his hips, letting out a moan. "Oh my god, Josuke, fuck..!"

Okuyasu didn't care if anyone heard them now. His mind was consumed by Josuke-- Josuke's tight throat, Josuke's thick swollen lips, Josuke's tongue still tracing under their dicks as he sucked on them for all he was worth...

"Gonna fill up your slutty throat and fuckin' ruin it." Okuyasu groaned, thrusting shallowly. He was babbling without thinking, sex-drunk. "M'gonna fuck you until you can't speak, an' yer just gonna let me, gonna let me mess you up for goddamn pocket change, holy fuck..."

Josuke moaned, voice barely making it out past the cocks crammed down his throat. He was so close to bottoming out. His whole body was trembling, eyes rolled back, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he breathed harshly through his streaming nose-- but still, he was taking it. Okuyasu was beginning to think he actually liked this.

"Josuke..." Okuyasu hunched forward, hands buried in Josuke's hair and pressing him close. He might've collapsed if The Hand didn't grab onto him, keeping him upright. "Josuke, Josuke... I'm close..."

He felt Josuke shift beneath him, spine straightening a little. All of a sudden, he shoved the last inches of their dicks right down his throat, sucking and tonguing and swallowing like he needed it to survive-- but never letting them slip back, not even a micrometre. In fact, Josuke was just pressing forwards, groaning and tugging at Okuyasu's legs, as if he wanted more fucked down his throat. He was at his limits, Okuyasu could tell. But goddamn if he didn't want to push him further.

Crying out, Okuyasu came down his throat, mind going blank and knees buckling as his stand suddenly dissipated. He put out a hand to catch himself on the door, knees resting against Josuke's shoulders as he rocked into his heat, milking out every last drop of his orgasm in Josuke's tight, sucking throat. Josuke let out a weak sound, clinging to Okuyasu's pants. As Okuyasu jerked out his last few strands of cum, Josuke's mouth fell slack, letting his softening dick slip out as he finished and straightened up. Panting harshly, Okuyasu steadied himself on his feet and backed away a step.

"You okay?"

Josuke groaned breathily, curled up on his hands and knees with his head hung low. He lifted it to squint up at Okuyasu, wincing.

"Anh... nnh..." That seemed like an affirmative. Josuke massaged his jaw, rolling his neck. His lips were so swollen, he wasn't even pressing them shut.

Okuyasu looked down at him unsurely, feeling a little guilty at the state he'd left him in. Josuke's throat must've hurt like a bitch, and his hair had almost competely fallen apart. He was still panting for breath-- had he been able to breathe that whole time? Josuke shuffled forward, wobbling, on his hands and knees, and Okuyasu was about to reach down and help him up, when he realised the object of his fixation.

The coins. Josuke was picking up the coins, one by one, stuffing them into his pockets with a satisfied look on his face. Of fucking course.

"Here." Okuyasu held out the two-thousand yen note, and when Josuke looked up, he shoved it between his tits. He patted his cheek, giving him a grin. "You ever wanna earn some more money, I guess-"

"T'morrow." Josuke's eyes flashed, mouth curving up into a smile. "Five-hundred yen."

"Three-hundred."

"You're on."

Okuyasu snorted, shoving Josuke with a foot. He'd never change.