So far as- so far as punching you could be considered having my hands on you.

[ Buttons and zippers are easier than belts, practically designed to open from clumsy fumbling in comparison. By the time he responds he’s bested both and one hand is down the front of his pants, rubbing slowly over the cloth of his underwear. ]

As long as he sticks around. [ A thin tendril pokes out from the collar of his dress as he speaks, stroking against Kakyoin’s own cheek almost tenderly before reaching out to drape its coils of cool, not-quite-damp unweight loosely around Jotaro’s shoulders. It moves slower after that, gradually winding its way down his arm and seeking out his fingers, apparently intent on joining them. He pauses his stroking in anticipation, trying mot to tense. ] It- goes away if he does.