[His hands move instinctively to help support Kakyoin as he lowers himself down, resting lightly on his sides to help guide him into place and settle him snugly in his lap. It's a position that does wonders for that expanse of leg that's begun to show, forcing the fabric to split even wider than it'd been when Kakyoin was standing. It also creates some undeniably satisfying friction every time Jotaro shifts and adjusts, to say nothing of the way there's nowhere to hide the bulge beginning to tent his pants when Kakyoin's right over top of it.]
Wear something easy to get open. He's precise, but he won't want to wait, either.
[He rocks his hips up, mostly just to lift Kakyoin and bring him back down again, a reminder of how they're arranged — as though either of them could hope to forget.]
Something that'll feel good on your skin. Silk, maybe.
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[His hands move instinctively to help support Kakyoin as he lowers himself down, resting lightly on his sides to help guide him into place and settle him snugly in his lap. It's a position that does wonders for that expanse of leg that's begun to show, forcing the fabric to split even wider than it'd been when Kakyoin was standing. It also creates some undeniably satisfying friction every time Jotaro shifts and adjusts, to say nothing of the way there's nowhere to hide the bulge beginning to tent his pants when Kakyoin's right over top of it.]
Wear something easy to get open. He's precise, but he won't want to wait, either.
[He rocks his hips up, mostly just to lift Kakyoin and bring him back down again, a reminder of how they're arranged — as though either of them could hope to forget.]
Something that'll feel good on your skin. Silk, maybe.