Well, this isn't how Josuke had expected this to have worked out.
But, a bet's a bet; his beetle had lost, so now Jobin could lick his eyeball. He cringed inwardly at the thought; wouldn't it just be as gross on the licking end? The slimy wet feeling on your tongue—hell, it probably didn't taste that good either.
The humming and clicking of the beetles surrounding the three made the scenario a little more unnerving. Joshuu stood off to the side, making it very obvious how disgusted the upcoming sight was going to be but still happy that Josuke had lost.
"Come on Joshuu, you were supposed to cheer for Josuke. Keep it up and I'll lick your eyeball next." Jobin said, his tone was light and teasing—though, with how unpredictable the Higashikata family could be, he could have been serious with that threat.
"Eww, gross!"
Josuke shifted in his seat as he watched the older man stand up and make his way towards him. His mouth had suddenly felt dry and sticky and he felt a little more uneasy once he glanced up at Jobin's expression. It was too excited and his eyes were lighting up, just like when Josuke had first asked about taking care of beetles.
Suddenly, the older man was standing to Josuke's side. His hands gripped onto Josuke's shoulders, tight enough for it to hurt through the thick fabric of his shirt. His knee placed itself between Josuke's legs, just a few inches away from his four leafed clover. Slowly, his hands worked themselves from his shoulders and up to Josuke's face, fingers tapping gently along his jawline before cradling it in both hands.
"You ready, Josuke?"
Jobin's voice was a little shaky and Josuke could feel the man's hot breath on his skin. He shuddered heavily as Jobin's thumb swept across the bottom lid of his eye. It stung, the burning sensation spreading from the middle and working up along the visible sides of Josuke's eyes.
The older man's lips twitched into a wide smile as he watched Josuke's eyelids flutter and tear up a little from the act. His hands moved up from Josuke's cheeks and up to his eye, the thumb that swept over Josuke's eye now pulling downwards as the other hand worked on pulling Josuke's top lid open.
Now that his eye was exposed and vulnerable, Josuke squirmed in his seat as the orb felt dried out thanks to being out in the open. Jobin's breath ghosted over the surface, causing chills to run up and down the younger man's spine.
"Just do it—"
Josuke was cut off by the feeling of Jobin's tongue on his sclera. He could feel every single little bump and crease on the muscle, especially once it was pressed as flat as it could against his eye. He reeled as Jobin slowly dragged his tongue upwards, forcing the eye to roll back.
His eyes flickered in all sorts of directions, as if it was trying to escape the ongoing assault.
Josuke gripped tightly onto the arms of his chair, his spine arching against the backrest and his feet kicking wildly on the ground. He felt the tip of the tongue circle around his iris and gently poke the pupil as if it was a button. The pressure was uncomfortable—a finger pushing against his eye would have hurt a lot more, but it didn't mean that he liked it.
"GORE WARNING! GORE WARNING!"
"Joshuu shut the hell up!"
When Jobin had pulled away to yell at his brother—a string of saliva that had connected his mouth to the eyeball had snapped easily—Josuke felt a wave of relief wash over him. He sighed once Jobin had removed his hands and gotten up, letting the younger man blink and moisten his eye once again. Though, he would probably need to drown it in eye drops for it to feel any better.
Fluid dripped from Josuke's eye and rolled down his cheek, he wasn't sure if it was saliva or his tears.
"It's good to cry out all your tears, because only then will you be able to smile again."
"AHHHH, BIG BRO! THAT'S AIDA MITSUO~!"
Those Higashikatas.