JonaDio Kpop Idols AU

Moonlight shone brightly over Dio’s skin, making it look even paler, luminescent, while his usually golden hair looked silvery. Dio said silver didn’t complement his skin tone, but in this light, he looked almost... otherworldly. Jonathan’s gaze traced over his features, his heart beating even quicker, and his hands clenched around Dio’s waist, the warmth underneath his palms reminding him that Dio was just as human as he was. Perhaps even as nervous as he was.

“It’s because it’s you that I’m so nervous, Dio,” he whispered, echoing something that Dio once said what feels like ages ago. “And you? Aren’t you nervous?”

Dio blinked, a bit surprised at the sudden callback. Then, all at once, he seemed to melt in Jonathan’s hold, the corners of his eyes and lips softening as he leaned against Jonathan, pressing their foreheads together as he smiled.

“Jojo,” he started, lifting a hand up to trace his thumb over Jonathan’s lips, “there’s nothing for me to be nervous about. You’ll take care of me... won’t you?”

Jonathan puckered his lips to press a soft, featherlight kiss on the pad of Dio’s thumb. “Of course, my love.”

Dio hummed, pleased. “Then, that’s that.”

He tilted his head and pressed their lips together in a kiss, his hand moving to cradle the side of Jonathan’s face. The brunet let out a small sigh, closing his eyes and letting himself focus on the warmth of Dio’s mouth on his and of Dio’s skin under his hands. This, at least, was familiar. And comforting in its familiarity.

Slowly, their hands moved to caress and squeeze, remapping already-familiar paths that sent just as familiar heat through their skin. Their mouths and tongues parted to follow their own familiar trails across each other’s skin, before eventually coming together in another kiss with a shared sigh of contentment. Soon enough, their bodies started to move and grind in tandem, hips rocking against each other through thin layers of clothing, even as their touches and kisses remained slow, unhurried.

Gently, Jonathan rolled them over, his hand cradling the back of Dio’s head and his hips pressing down against Dio’s own. He pulled away, taking a moment to admire the light flush in Dio’s cheeks and lips.

“Do you... um...” Jonathan faltered, his reddened cheeks heating up further as he tried to articulate what he wanted to ask. His hand clenched, nervously squeezing the thick muscles of Dio’s thigh.

Luckily, his boyfriend figured out what he wanted, and tipped his head to the side. “In the bedside drawer.”

Jonathan reached over, fumbling a bit, before he finally grabbed hold of what he was looking for and deposited it on the bed—a single bottle of lube.

“No condoms?” he noted, surprised.

Dio’s blush deepened, but his expression remained composed. “I didn’t think we’d need it. Our schedules are free for another week, and neither of us have been with anyone else before, and I know we’re both clean... and...” he paused, his steady tone halting for a moment as he averted his gaze. Softly, he admitted, “I want to feel you properly.”

“Oh.” Heat rose up in Jonathan’s core. He surged forward, capturing Dio’s lips in a quick but deep kiss, before pulling back just enough to whisper against his lips, “I want to feel you too, Dio. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Dio smiled, tipping his chin up to press a kiss against Jonathan’s lips as well. “I know you will, Jojo.”

He settled back down against the pillows, his hair splayed like flowing silver around his head as he looked up at Jonathan with a soft smile. Jonathan smiled back, and took a deep breath, steadying his nerves.

Carefully, he pushed Dio’s shirt up, his boyfriend rising slightly to help him pull it over his head. Jonathan tossed the shirt to a corner and settled his hands on Dio’s sides, his hands looking even bigger on Dio’s unclothed waist. He leaned down to press gentle kisses across his body, almost reverent as he licked and nibbled at the supple skin of his chest and the lightly muscled planes of his stomach.

He trailed his hands down to Dio’s hips, just as carefully pulling his boxers down his legs before tossing the garment to the corner too, leaving Dio bare. This was perhaps the first time he’d seen Dio fully naked, just miles and miles of pale, lightly pinkened skin. His half-erect cock was a familiar sight, flushed dark pink where it lay against Dio’s stomach. But seeing it now, without the layers of clothing framing it, made it stand in even starker contrast against Dio’s pale skin. And underneath, he could see the dusky pink pucker of Dio’s hole. Jonathan stared, swallowing.

He tried to recall everything he’d read on the days leading up to tonight, fretting over how much it might hurt, especially for Dio. His fingers trembled as he poured the lube onto his hand, cursing softly as he accidentally spilled some on the sheets. He rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube, while he used his other hand to try and discreetly wipe off the spill using a corner of the blanket.

Dio probably saw his little mistake, but thankfully didn’t comment on it, remaining quiet even when Jonathan eventually gave up on the stain and focused on warming up the lube instead. Then, Jonathan moved closer, pressing one hand on the bed beside Dio’s hips. Dio spread his thighs, which quivered faintly under Jonathan’s gaze. The brunet moved his free hand towards one thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before finally pressing one slicked up finger against Dio’s entrance, circling it once before prodding inside.

Slowly, gently, he moved his finger in and out, trying to focus on Dio’s comfort instead of the surprising tightness around his finger. Dio didn’t make any faces or sounds of discomfort, so Jonathan figured he was doing something right. He slipped another finger in. Dio twitched, the lines of his mouth tensing as a faint furrow appeared between his brows.

Jonathan quickly pressed soothing kisses across Dio’s chest and stomach as his other hand lightly petted his thigh. “Sorry, love,” he whispered, giving the blond an apologetic look. “It’s not too uncomfortable, is it?”

Dio huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Jojo.”

Before Jonathan could respond, Dio grabbed his shirt to pull him in for a kiss. Almost like he was shutting Jonathan up.

He huffed a laugh against Dio’s lips, who grumbled, and he immediately tried to soothe the blond by slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Dio sighed, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

As they kissed, Jonathan kept moving his hands on Dio, squeezing his thigh to comfort him, and moving his fingers in and out of his hole to stretch him. After a while, now three fingers in, Dio pulled away, a dissatisfied twist on his lips.

“Hurry up, Jojo,” he hissed, lightly tugging at Jonathan’s hair in reprimand, as well as to urge him faster.

Jonathan’s own cock had been getting painfully harder and harder as he continued to touch and kiss Dio. He figured it had been enough preparation, anyway. He nodded, gently withdrawing his fingers before hastily shucking off his own shirt and underwear, and coating his cock with a generous amount of lube. Then, he carefully cradled Dio’s thigh in his hand as he lined himself up against Dio’s entrance, and slowly started to push himself inside.

Tight, wet heat surrounded the tip of his cock, and he sucked in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on reigning himself in. “D-Dio... fuck, you feel...”

He took deep, steadying breaths as he kept moving, that delicious warmth encasing the entire head of his cock now, and he had to pause, thumping his hand down on the bed and clenching his fist in the sheets as he struggled not to just shove himself all the way in.

“Jojo,” Dio growled from somewhere above him. “Hurry up.” He lifted the leg in Jonathan’s hold to kick at Jonathan’s back and legs, trying to get him to move. Though, tellingly, not moving much himself.

Jonathan took a deep breath and opened his eyes, ignoring Dio’s kicks as he looked up at the blond’s pinched expression, full of impatience... and a hint of discomfort.

Jonathan’s gaze softened, and he offered the blond a smile. “There’s no need to rush, love. We can take our time.”

“It’s fine. Just do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“...Are you not feeling good, love?”

“I just said I’m fine, you idiot!”

Jonathan studied him for a moment. “...Are you embarrassed, perhaps? Is that why you’re pushing this so much?”

Dio didn’t answer and averted his gaze. After a long moment, he admitted, “I just want you to feel good.”

The brunet smiled, letting out a happy little laugh. “I do. God, Dio, you don’t even know just how much I want to... to just shove myself in and fuck you.”

Dio’s cheeks flushed bright red, and he licked his lips, his eyes still averted, nervous. “Well... why don’t you, then?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he repeated, soft. “Because if you’re not feeling good, then I won’t feel good either. I want you to enjoy this just as much as I am.”

“I’m enjoying it!” Dio snapped, giving him a sharp glare.

Jonathan glanced down between them. “But you’re not as hard anymore.”

Dio’s blush deepened. “Th-that’s—! It’s because you’re taking so damn long that I’m getting bored, Jojo!”

“Are you really?” He raised a brow. “Or are you actually feeling discomfort and you’re too proud to admit it?”

“I, Dio, am not in any discomfort!”

“Dio...” Jonathan’s brows furrowed, giving his boyfriend a look, pleading and exasperated.

Dio pouted and looked away again, stubbornly silent.

Jonathan sighed. He leaned forward, lifting a hand up to brush his fingers against Dio’s cheek. “Love, look at me, please?”

Dio pouted even harder, scowling. But he begrudgingly turned his head, leveling Jonathan with a flat expression.

Jonathan gave him a small smile, and leaned down to kiss those pouting lips. Dio huffed, but softened, gently returning the kiss.

After a few more moments of soothing Dio with kisses, Jonathan pulled away, brushing his thumb against Dio’s lips, much like how the blond usually loves to do the same to Jonathan’s lips.

“Right now, I’m feeling good because of you, Dio,” Jonathan murmured. “Because of your body... because of your reactions... because it’s you. Because I’m doing this with you. That’s the most important thing for me—that it’s you.” He lifted his gaze up to Dio’s own, and smiled, reassuring and sincere. “So I don’t care if our first time isn’t perfect. Because to me, it’s already perfect, because it’s with you. Because we’re doing this together.”

Dio was silent, but he held Jonathan’s gaze. He lifted a hand up to Jonathan’s face, cupping his cheek and brushing his thumb against Jonathan’s lips, mirroring his movements.

Jonathan’s smile widened. He pressed a kiss against the pad of Dio’s thumb. “So you don’t have to perform for me, Dio. You know that.”

Another long moment of silence. Finally, Dio sighed. “I know. I’m sorry, Jojo. Force of habit.”

“I know.” Jonathan pressed one last kiss against Dio’s thumb. He leaned back a bit, lifting Dio’s leg up onto his elbow and kissing his knee. “Then, will you let me take care of you?”

“...I trust you.”

Jonathan grinned, soft and warm. He kissed Dio again, sweetly, tenderly. And then, slowly, he pushed himself in once more, focusing on kissing Dio and keeping his pace slow, pausing once in a while to let Dio adjust.

Softly, he asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Dio thought on it for a moment, before admitting, “Not really, but... it still feels a bit uncomfortable.”

Jonathan nodded, and tried to remember what he'd read. His partner would feel better and things would go more smoothly if his partner was relaxed, so he continued kissing Dio to distract him. He moved his hands over Dio’s skin, rubbing his waist, massaging his chest, squeezing his thighs, eliciting soft little moans from the blond as the tension gradually left his body.

After a while, Dio was breathing heavily against Jonathan’s lips, his hands tightening their grip on Jonathan’s shoulders, and he started to grind his hips down against Jonathan’s. The brunet obliged, slowly pressing even deeper into Dio as he kept kissing and touching him.

Eventually, he was seated all the way in, and he breathed a long, low sigh against Dio’s lips. But he didn’t call attention to it yet, just kept kissing Dio without missing a beat.

Then, after a few more moments, he pulled away just enough to whisper against Dio's lips, “Dio... I’m going to move now. Is that okay?”

Dio nodded, his gaze flickering down to the narrow space between them. He licked his lips and swallowed, nervous. Jonathan kissed him again, trying to keep him relaxed (and also because Dio was just too cute when he looked so openly and uncharacteristically nervous).

Jonathan started to move, keeping a slow and steady pace, matching his breaths with it as he watched Dio’s expressions and listened to the small sounds he made. Any time Dio’s lips tightened a bit too much or his brows furrowed a bit too deeply, Jonathan paused his movements to soothe his boyfriend with kisses, until he relaxed and Jonathan felt that he could continue.

As he gently rocked his hips, trying not to lose his rhythm so he wouldn’t go too hard or too fast, he pressed his face against Dio’s neck, inhaling his scent and kissing his skin as he tried to focus and steady himself.

Then, Dio spoke, “You can leave marks.”

Jonathan froze. He drew back a bit to gape at the blond. “...Really?”

Dio let out a soft laugh, smiling at Jonathan’s no doubt puppy-like expression. “Mm. We have the whole week free, remember?”

Jonathan immediately dove down and sucked a large mark behind Dio’s dotted ear. Dio gasped, startled, his back arching as his hand tugged harshly on Jonathan’s hair. The brunet moved to suck on Dio’s dotted lobe itself and Dio whimpered, his hips jerking up against Jonathan, who thumbed at one of Dio’s nipples and proceeded to suck more marks down his boyfriend’s throat, almost as if he was making his own personal choker, declaring to the world that Dio was his.

“Jojo,” Dio gasped, tugging at Jonathan’s hair again as he wrapped his legs around Jonathan’s waist and tried to grind his hips down. “M-move.”

Jonathan hummed in assent and leaned back, taking a moment to admire the already reddening marks around Dio’s neck. He hitched Dio’s legs up, hooking his knees onto his shoulders, then leaned back down to resume his mission of leaving as many visible marks on Dio as he could. Slowly, he started to increase the pace of hips, the new position allowing him a better angle to thrust while also allowing him to fondle and squeeze Dio’s plump ass.

Then Dio’s hips twitched and he let out a loud, startled cry, “OH!”

Jonathan flinched, almost biting his tongue as he jerked away from where he was sucking a mark on Dio’s collarbone. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?!”

Dio blinked, flushed and wide-eyed. He frowned. “I-I... It didn’t hurt, no. It felt... weird... but good?”

The brunet relaxed, relieved. He thought it over, trying to remember if anything he’d read up on could explain what Dio was feeling. “Oh, could it be your prostate?”

“Pros...? Oh.” Dio paused, thinking. “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Well, at least it’s not a bad feeling.”

He decided to slow down once more, focusing on finding that spot again, and after a couple of thrusts, Dio’s hips jerked again as he let out another noise, this time sounding closer to a moan. Smiling, Jonathan gradually increased his pace again, reveling in Dio’s heavy pants and moans, and the way his brows pinched together as his mouth fell open. Jonathan couldn’t help but to lean down and kiss him.

“Feeling good?” he asked against Dio’s lips.

The blond opened his mouth to answer, only to let out another moan, a shiver running down his back. “Y-Yeah... You feel so good, Jojo.”

Jonathan swallowed, feeling that now-familiar sudden burst of heat in his gut whenever Dio praised him. “Yeah. You feel really good too, Dio.”

He kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip for a moment before moving down to pepper kisses around his neck and ears. Experimentally, he gave a sudden thrust. Dio cried out and scratched his nails down Jonathan’s shoulders, and Jonathan moaned at the way Dio tightened around him. He slowly dragged his cock out before thrusting it back in, keeping his pace steady as Dio tried to move his hips down to meet his thrusts.

Jonathan left more marks across Dio’s chest, before suckling one of Dio’s nipples, lightly tugging at the hardened bud with his teeth.

“JOJO—!”

Dio’s hips jerked, and he came with an abrupt cry, his legs clamped tightly around Jonathan as his nails dug into Jonathan’s back. The brunet cursed as Dio tightened even more around him, and he finally gave in to his desires and gave a harsh thrust. Dio, oversensitive and surprised, let out another cry, clinging onto Jonathan as the brunet started ramming his hips.

“Ah, J-Jojo! Jojo—”

“Dio,” Jonathan gasped against his chest, “Dio, Dio, Dio...!” He turned his head and bit down on Dio’s nipple to muffle his own shout as his orgasm reached its peak, and he finally spilled inside.

Jonathan slumped against Dio, taking deep gulping breaths. He vaguely registered the feeling of Dio’s fingers carding through his hair. They were both hot and sticky with sweat and cum, but they clung to each other, holding each other close as they came down from their high.

“Jojo,” Dio murmured, lightly tapping Jonathan’s jaw. “Kiss me.”

The brunet obligingly dragged himself up, nuzzling against Dio’s cheek for a moment before leaning down so they could share a long, sweet kiss.

“I got too rough at the end there,” Jonathan sighed. “I’m sorry, love.”

Dio smirked, teasing, “You bit my poor nipple again too, you beast.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled, a bit sheepish.

Dio lightly shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s alright. Though you definitely surprised me at the end, and it did get a bit painful, but... I found I didn’t mind it all that much.”

Jonathan’s brows raised. His dick gave a faint twitch in interest.

Dio chuckled and lightly tweaked Jonathan’s nose, a gentle reprimand. “We can explore that next time, you pervert.”

Jonathan squawked, then chuckled, scrunching his nose as he grinned down at his boyfriend. “Says the one who just admitted he likes a little bit of pain.”

“Let’s not get into who’s more perverted than who again. I’m tired,” Dio groaned, tugging at Jonathan’s shoulders to pull him back down against his chest.

The brunet chuckled again, but obediently cuddled close, rolling onto his side so he wouldn’t put all of his weight on Dio, and then laying his head down against Dio’s chest as he wrapped his arm around Dio’s waist.

“I love you,” Jonathan whispered with a smile, warm, bright, and absolutely sappy.

Dio’s eyes softened. He brushed his thumb against Jonathan’s lips again, and whispered back, “I love you too, Jojo.”

Jonathan’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss his Dio again, basking in the warm laughter against his lips, the warm mouth and even warmer tongue on his, and the warm skin underneath and surrounding him as they held each other close.