[Fuck, fuck, that's his Stand making Kakyoin make those noises. That's Star, that's part of him and yet not altogether him, that's part of his soul guided by his will and yet autonomous in his own right, and when left to his own devices, what that part of him wants is to wreck Kakyoin into a disheveled mess that makes noises like that.
And it's true that Star is enjoying himself; he's taking his time, coaxing out those sounds, pulling Kakyoin's ribbon ties loose but not free and letting them hang haphazard against his legs, nibbling and kissing and encouraging a blush to blossom in his skin, and when he's finally content to pause, Star rises up to his feet and scoops Kakyoin up into the crook of just one arm — just one, because that's all it takes to lift him.
Oraora, he pronounces, looking to Kakyoin as if for confirmation and agreement, before retrieving his box and tipping his head toward the couch, intent on taking him over to put him on display.]
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[Fuck, fuck, that's his Stand making Kakyoin make those noises. That's Star, that's part of him and yet not altogether him, that's part of his soul guided by his will and yet autonomous in his own right, and when left to his own devices, what that part of him wants is to wreck Kakyoin into a disheveled mess that makes noises like that.
And it's true that Star is enjoying himself; he's taking his time, coaxing out those sounds, pulling Kakyoin's ribbon ties loose but not free and letting them hang haphazard against his legs, nibbling and kissing and encouraging a blush to blossom in his skin, and when he's finally content to pause, Star rises up to his feet and scoops Kakyoin up into the crook of just one arm — just one, because that's all it takes to lift him.
Oraora, he pronounces, looking to Kakyoin as if for confirmation and agreement, before retrieving his box and tipping his head toward the couch, intent on taking him over to put him on display.]