[He's torn in two directions for a moment, with one half of him wanting desperately to let his control snap and buck up into the maddening heat of Kakyoin's body, but the other half tempted by the prospect of simply going boneless for a minute and relaxing into the sensation the way he's waiting for Kakyoin to do. It's far less of an adjustment for him than it is for Kakyoin, of course, but there's part of him that still wants to luxuriate in it anyway, to just hold him and feel him and lose himself in the reality that this is really, actually happening.
In one — more than one, come to think of it — awful, failed timeline, Jotaro Kujo and Noriaki Kakyoin never got to do this. They'd wanted it. They'd envisioned it. And one or both of them had died before they ever made it to this.
Beautiful doesn't even come close to how Kakyoin looks right now, smiling and close to overwhelmed. There are too many things in the world that can make Kakyoin rage and sulk and cry, but only he gets to make him look like this.
Damn right he's going to gloat about it.]
I know what you said you wanted. But...let me move you first.
[The hand that isn't caught up in Kakyoin's shifts, sliding beneath the drape of his dress to stroke light circles against his thigh.]
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[He's torn in two directions for a moment, with one half of him wanting desperately to let his control snap and buck up into the maddening heat of Kakyoin's body, but the other half tempted by the prospect of simply going boneless for a minute and relaxing into the sensation the way he's waiting for Kakyoin to do. It's far less of an adjustment for him than it is for Kakyoin, of course, but there's part of him that still wants to luxuriate in it anyway, to just hold him and feel him and lose himself in the reality that this is really, actually happening.
In one — more than one, come to think of it — awful, failed timeline, Jotaro Kujo and Noriaki Kakyoin never got to do this. They'd wanted it. They'd envisioned it. And one or both of them had died before they ever made it to this.
Beautiful doesn't even come close to how Kakyoin looks right now, smiling and close to overwhelmed. There are too many things in the world that can make Kakyoin rage and sulk and cry, but only he gets to make him look like this.
Damn right he's going to gloat about it.]
I know what you said you wanted. But...let me move you first.
[The hand that isn't caught up in Kakyoin's shifts, sliding beneath the drape of his dress to stroke light circles against his thigh.]
Let me...make sure it feels good. Please...