[ For a split second he's not quite sure what that noise means. Just for a split second, and he's immediately ready to stop. Ready to stop and apologise and make sure he hasn't actually hurt Jotaro and-
-and then his sense of touch catches up with him and oh. Oh. That wasn't a pain noise. Not just a pain noise, anyway. And Star is still out, and Star would never hurt him but he wouldn't allow him to hurt Jotaro, either. Not in the wrong sort of way. Which would make that. The right sort of way, probably.
So he does it again. A few more light, soft kisses before he bites down instead of just allowing his teeth to graze against Jotaro's lower lip. It's more carefully controlled this time, a smoother transition from a scrape of teeth to pressure to almost too much pressure. Deliberate and measured, which is something of a challenge once Jotaro's fingers start moving again.
He manages not to bite down too hard, but the concentration expended there means that every other reaction is completely devoid of the careful control he likes to exert over himself. He squeezes Jotaro's legs tightly between his own, fingers curling in the cloth of his boxers. The noise is muted by the lip between his teeth, but the air whistles as it escapes the gap between skin and teeth and when he does release Jotaro's lip his breath is thick and gasping. ]
I want- [ He finally pulls down the boxers as he speaks, just in case he doesn't manage to get the message across clearly enough. Insurance against any demands that he clarify what he means. ] -Jotaro, I want to- I'm ready.
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-and then his sense of touch catches up with him and oh. Oh. That wasn't a pain noise. Not just a pain noise, anyway. And Star is still out, and Star would never hurt him but he wouldn't allow him to hurt Jotaro, either. Not in the wrong sort of way. Which would make that. The right sort of way, probably.
So he does it again. A few more light, soft kisses before he bites down instead of just allowing his teeth to graze against Jotaro's lower lip. It's more carefully controlled this time, a smoother transition from a scrape of teeth to pressure to almost too much pressure. Deliberate and measured, which is something of a challenge once Jotaro's fingers start moving again.
He manages not to bite down too hard, but the concentration expended there means that every other reaction is completely devoid of the careful control he likes to exert over himself. He squeezes Jotaro's legs tightly between his own, fingers curling in the cloth of his boxers. The noise is muted by the lip between his teeth, but the air whistles as it escapes the gap between skin and teeth and when he does release Jotaro's lip his breath is thick and gasping. ]
I want- [ He finally pulls down the boxers as he speaks, just in case he doesn't manage to get the message across clearly enough. Insurance against any demands that he clarify what he means. ] -Jotaro, I want to- I'm ready.