[ The complaint dies halfway through, and he just huffs. ] -you're really not going to make this easy, are you?
[ Because that's what it is, really. He wants it to be easier.
It's infuriating, because he knows full well that what Jotaro wants genuinely is to do what he wants. He, on the other hand, mostly just wants to avoid having to make a choice in an area he feels uneducated in. The same way he'd rather say that he's dressed like this because of the occasion rather than because he liked how it looked, pretend that it's out of his hands. If he's just doing what he's supposed to, then there's no chance of doing something wrong.
But it's not really fair to avoid that pressure by putting it onto Jotaro instead. He reaches down into Jotaro's hair, the same way he did when it was Star kneeling in front of him, just with a little more distance to reach. Pulls just slightly, making sure to have enough strands trapped between his fingers that it's a pressure on the scalp, rather than a tug, to be sure Jotaro is looking him in the eye.
(He can do this. Jotaro wants him to do this, so he can do this.) ]
I want to- fuck. [ Accurate, even if it's just him losing his nerve and having to try again. ] I want to ride you. And I want Star to stay here, and I want him to hold onto me and- [ It's difficult. His hand shakes slightly in Jotaro's hair. ] -I want him to move me on your dick, when my legs get tired.
[ Maybe there's a better way to word it, but that's what he can manage right now. He stops to breathe, loosening his grip on Jotaro's hair and leaning his head back against Star's chest, trying to will his face back to its normal colour. ]
...and I want you to promise to punch the dress clean, so I don't have to worry about how to wash it.
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[ The complaint dies halfway through, and he just huffs. ] -you're really not going to make this easy, are you?
[ Because that's what it is, really. He wants it to be easier.
It's infuriating, because he knows full well that what Jotaro wants genuinely is to do what he wants. He, on the other hand, mostly just wants to avoid having to make a choice in an area he feels uneducated in. The same way he'd rather say that he's dressed like this because of the occasion rather than because he liked how it looked, pretend that it's out of his hands. If he's just doing what he's supposed to, then there's no chance of doing something wrong.
But it's not really fair to avoid that pressure by putting it onto Jotaro instead. He reaches down into Jotaro's hair, the same way he did when it was Star kneeling in front of him, just with a little more distance to reach. Pulls just slightly, making sure to have enough strands trapped between his fingers that it's a pressure on the scalp, rather than a tug, to be sure Jotaro is looking him in the eye.
(He can do this. Jotaro wants him to do this, so he can do this.) ]
I want to- fuck. [ Accurate, even if it's just him losing his nerve and having to try again. ] I want to ride you. And I want Star to stay here, and I want him to hold onto me and- [ It's difficult. His hand shakes slightly in Jotaro's hair. ] -I want him to move me on your dick, when my legs get tired.
[ Maybe there's a better way to word it, but that's what he can manage right now. He stops to breathe, loosening his grip on Jotaro's hair and leaning his head back against Star's chest, trying to will his face back to its normal colour. ]
...and I want you to promise to punch the dress clean, so I don't have to worry about how to wash it.