[It must be nice that Jotaro is never alone, he thinks. Perhaps a Stand is not quite like a person, but he's never truly alone, and that's something. He tries not to be envious.
As the shower warms up, he watches Jotaro undress bit by bit. The scars make him pause. A story to each one, no doubt, from the adventures he's had. He should probably revel more in that he's completely undressed, but more than that he feels like Jotaro is baring himself open in a way that others wouldn't normally see. Not in nudity, but the way the past has engraved itself onto him, for better or for worse.
Reaching out, he traces down Jotaro's chest, his claws dragging over his skin. He feels a shudder, an overwhelming surge of heat.]
You're beautiful.
[As if to ensure it isn't unbalanced between them, he tugs off his pajama pants. It'll be impossible to hide how he's dripping now, but he can't really be bothered with it. They're showering anyway.]
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[It must be nice that Jotaro is never alone, he thinks. Perhaps a Stand is not quite like a person, but he's never truly alone, and that's something. He tries not to be envious.
As the shower warms up, he watches Jotaro undress bit by bit. The scars make him pause. A story to each one, no doubt, from the adventures he's had. He should probably revel more in that he's completely undressed, but more than that he feels like Jotaro is baring himself open in a way that others wouldn't normally see. Not in nudity, but the way the past has engraved itself onto him, for better or for worse.
Reaching out, he traces down Jotaro's chest, his claws dragging over his skin. He feels a shudder, an overwhelming surge of heat.]
You're beautiful.
[As if to ensure it isn't unbalanced between them, he tugs off his pajama pants. It'll be impossible to hide how he's dripping now, but he can't really be bothered with it. They're showering anyway.]