[ Rejection isn’t coming. He knows that. Jotaro has a greater tolerance than he does for his own weakness. He catches himself bracing for it anyway. For rejection or concern or pity or any of the hundred thousand kinds of support he doesn’t want instead of the one he does.
Jotaro’s better at figuring out his bullshit than he gives himself credit for. A little heavy handed, maybe (did he just shush him???). But good at working out what’s being asked of him and only too eager to give it. ]
Don’t- [ It’s not nervousness that interrupts him this time, but his breath stuttering on the hard ‘t’ sound. He squeezes Jotaro’s hand, lowering himself down onto him until he feels himself start to stretch again. And it isn’t materially different from using Hierophant to prepare himself, not really, but he’s not about to let go of Jotaro’s hand now. The breath catches between his mouth and Jotaro’s, building pressure until it forces itself out in a sound too loud to be a sigh and too soft to be a moan. ] -don’t shush me.
[ It’s fake-irritated. Playful, which is easier to express than feeling safe. ]
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Jotaro’s better at figuring out his bullshit than he gives himself credit for. A little heavy handed, maybe (did he just shush him???). But good at working out what’s being asked of him and only too eager to give it. ]
Don’t- [ It’s not nervousness that interrupts him this time, but his breath stuttering on the hard ‘t’ sound. He squeezes Jotaro’s hand, lowering himself down onto him until he feels himself start to stretch again. And it isn’t materially different from using Hierophant to prepare himself, not really, but he’s not about to let go of Jotaro’s hand now. The breath catches between his mouth and Jotaro’s, building pressure until it forces itself out in a sound too loud to be a sigh and too soft to be a moan. ] -don’t shush me.
[ It’s fake-irritated. Playful, which is easier to express than feeling safe. ]
You don’t really want me to be quiet, do you?