Author's Note: This fanfic is a personal project consisting of seven chapters, with 777 words each. The chapters take place after season four where Judai and Johan are young adults. The general rating for this fanfiction is M, but each chapter will differ in its rating.
Rating and warnings: M - this chapter revolves around homoerotic activities.
First Way
There's always the question of 'who gets to be top?' but more so in a coupling between two men. For Judai and Johan, they stopped asking at some point. They now let the mood and atmosphere decide for them. Today, the role of 'bottom' belongs to Johan.
Some believe the most masculine possesses the most dominance, but in this particular case, such thoughts are disregarded. Judai, for one, enjoyed his privilege. The scent of his lover fueled his urge to venture onto the landscape that is Johan's body. The pale flesh held no boundaries, he was free to bask in its warmth and explore every lean, silken corner without hesitance. Judai would only trouble himself for his other's pleasure. He often peeked towards Johan and observed his reactions to every touch. Judai never failed at painting a cerise glow onto Johan's face. In time, that glow would turn into a deep crimson when Judai's play became bolder.
Johan's quivering being behaved well under Judai's advances. Whenever they kissed, Johan followed the rhythm his partner instructed. Whenever Judai's lips, fingers or tongue planted themselves onto his skin, Johan's moans lustfully asked for more. If playful nips approached, Johan allowed them to nibble; if they bit too deep, Judai's cooling tongue would always relieve the pain.
If Johan preferred it, he could have taken the lead, yet, he never did. The truth was: Johan loved being spoiled. He indulged himself with every thrill his body endured. He purposely became the target of Judai's desires and yearned for every stroke played upon his burning skin. The more he reacted, the more he received. Johan knew how to pull each string.
"Jo-han," Judai whispered heavily.
Hazed jaded eyes stared deep into the auburn orbs above. No words were said; none were needed. A planted kiss was the only thing shared before their positions were switched. Johan now took the lead but he didn't repeat what his brunet lover did. Instead, he trailed below the navel, onto the locks that tickled his chin and to the hardened flesh below. Johan grabbed his target gently in a tight grip; Judai moaned in response. Shortly after, the laying brunet felt a rhythm of strokes traveling up and down his pulsing length as caressing fingers played underneath. The sensation was plenty for Judai but Johan increased it when he replaced his hand with his mouth.
Judai grasped the sheets below as he threw his hips up, closer to the feeling. He cried in full ecstasy with pants that called Johan's name. The mouth trailed its cold touch around, underneath and atop the pleading membrane and licks tickled teasingly to enhance the thrill. Johan made sure to be creative whenever he took Judai in; he wanted to surprise his partner in hopes of giving him an experience he highly deserved.
Judai's life revolves around his travels across the world. He doesn't do it for self-leisure; he uses his birthright, the power of Gentle Darkness, to benefit everyone around him. Despite his righteous journey, the young man is never rewarded. His friends are the only ones who know about his cause but only Johan fully understands what Judai goes through. Johan doesn't travel alongside his companion but within the little time they send together, he dedicates those sacred moments into treating Judai as royally as he can. To see a smile upon Judai's face is what Johan truly desires.
A few drops of white essence fell into Johan's throat; the taste was still obscure but it failed to surprise him unlike the first time he tasted it. Without Johan's consent, Judai gently grabbed his hair and was forced to release him. Johan was a bit puzzled by the sudden decline; did he do something wrong? The brunet lifted himself towards his baffled partner and sucked deeply into the neck hidden under the soft blue strands. Judai wrapped his arms around his lover; Johan returned the embrace.
"I wanted you to stop," Judai explained after leaving his mark, "because I want us both to come together."
Two pairs of darkened cheeks turned redder after the confession and two hearts paced in rapid harmony. Eyes of emerald and eyes of chocolate met once more before their owners exchanged positions again. Their night ended in pure bliss.
There is always that question of 'who gets to be top?' but in reality, there shouldn't be. Roles should be decisions agreed upon, not labels of one's definition. Like a flower that needs the sun and water to grow, the bud of love will bloom when both partners give equally. The unity of two intertwined should only be defined by their affection alone.
After notes: A special thanks goes to my friend, Qu-ko, for beta-reading. Critiques and comments are welcomed so long as they're helpful and friendly. Thanks for reading.
