#and this is hardly that but i thought the concept of ja'marr calling joe 'joseph' during sex was hilarious

[dustyblinds]

36 + Joemarr? 🥰 (giggling during sex)

well... here's an attempt! 😅

(sorry in advance too many words to indent)

Joe moves his hips as fast as he could, fucking into Ja’Marr as hard as he could. He doesn't think being able to have Ja’Marr like this, with his legs raised and back slightly arched while he scratched Joe's arms, is something he would ever get used to.

Ja’Marr was so, so beautiful, his skin silky from the moonlight reflecting his sweat and his moans between them as Joe bit on his neck. Joe bites again, harder, this time flicking his tongue between his teeth. Ja’Marr grips him tighter and his moans blend into frantic breaths.

Biting was Ja’Marr’s thing. Whether it was his thighs, neck, chest, or even his arms and shoulders. It was the simplest way for Joe to please him.

Much to his dismay, Joe didn't have a thing. Not that he knew of, at least. Though, he wished he did.

Of the few things Joe had tried, he knew he didn't like masochism. He liked when Ja’Marr gave him hickeys, but that was about as far as he'd go. Ja’Marr had asked Joe to choke him once. Joe’s hands were so shaky that he hardly did anything. They hadn't tried it since.

Aside from the physical things, Joe thought he might like dirty talking, which was hardly a thing, but it wouldn't hurt to try. The worst case scenario was that he didn't like it.

So, Joe asks, before he can overthink it.

His knuckles are white where they grip the sheets and his mouth grazes Ja’Marr’s diamond earring. Assertive and heavy, he whispers, “what’s my name?”

There wasn’t any planning behind asking that specifically. The only time Joe ever heard that question was in sex scenes in movies, and had Ja'Marr not picked up on it, or simply pretended not to, Joe would have acted like he hadn't said anything.

Unfortunately, Ja’Marr does hear him. And, if it were a movie, his response was completely off script.

Joe slows into a stop, and moves his head over slightly to make eye contact with Ja’Marr. He blinks once. Twice.

And he hits Ja’Marr.

Well, slaps him. Open-handed, on his arm.

“Ouch!” Ja’Marr’s breathing steadies, confusion riddled on his face. He takes a deep breath. Then slaps Joe across his chest before pushing him away. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the hell is wrong with you,” Joe’s tone is low, concentrated. “Why the fuck did you call me Joseph?”

Ja'Marr takes another deep breath. He holds eye contact with Joe and keeps a similar blank expression until his lips slowly curve into a smile.

“Is that not your name?” He expresses with lighthearted amusement.

Joe almost wants to hit him again. He didn't even get to finish, and Ja'Marr finds this entertaining. With a sigh, Joe lifts himself up until his back is resting against the headboard. Ja'Marr follows and moves closer to Joe, wrapping them both in Joe's comforter. Joe entwines his fingers with Ja'Marr's before continuing, “I think you know what I meant.”

“What’d you want me to say? Cause I ain't calling a grown ass man daddy,” Ja'Marr lets out a yawn, seemingly becoming conscious of the time. “Be serious, Joe.”

“Well, you ruined the mood. Joseph is not sexy.”

Ja’Marr's smile widens, leading to a fit of giggles. He shakes his head staring off into the empty room. Joe fixes his mouth to say it's not funny, but he can feel a smile creeping onto his lips. Before long, he’s laughing along with Ja'Marr.

After a minute, Ja'Marr brings their clasped hands up to wipe away some tears from his eyes. “Fuck are you on about anyways, all that “what’s my name” shit.”

“Trying something new. I don't have a thing.” Joe shrugs, smile still evident on his face.

“I think you're mistaken,” Ja'Marr raises the blanket and glances down before looking back up. Joe appears confused. “Your thing was just in me.” 

Joe reddens. He slaps Ja'Marr once more, this time it on his leg. “Not that kind of thing. I mean a sex thing. Like how you have your biting thing,” he drops his eyes to their hands as he feels Ja’Marr tense, “and your choking thing.”

A pensive silence falls over them. Joe redirects his gaze to Ja'Marr, who appears to be lost in thought, and the idea of him analyzing their sex life makes Joe feel uneasy and insecure. Joe shifts nervously until he feels Ja’Marr’s hand leading Joe to his shoulder.

"Do you think you would've liked it if I called you daddy? Like really?" Ja’Marr runs his fingers through Joe’s hair. “Cause you know I’ll do anything for you.”

With a sigh of frustration, Joe buries his face in Ja'Marr's shoulder. Right now, the only thing he’s certain about is his desire to sleep.

"We don't have to talk about it tonight." Ja'Marr, who seems to have a knack for reading Joe's thoughts, repositions himself until he's on his back. Joe follows, lying flat on Ja'Marr's chest with an arm wrapped around his torso.

Although Joe is dozing off as Ja'Marr speaks again, he doesn't misinterpret what he hears. Ja'Marr carefully articulates his words as he says, "Goodnight, daddy."

With a pinch to Ja'Marr's waist, Joe sets off another wave of uncontrollable giggles from him.