[ Hands, he says. Plural, and the sigh that escapes him when Jotaro begins to move the both of them sounds like it was going to be a complaint. He doesn’t want to let go. He wants to keep his fingers laced through Jotaro’s and to be told that he’s pretty until the nervousness fades.
(It won’t fade. Nervousness is infinite and he’ll just keep finding new things to fret over.)
So he decides that he isn’t ever going to be ready out of spite. He’ll just be knelt here in a dress with a dick inside him indefinitely. That’s fine. He’ll just be here, shuddering against Jotaro every now and then when the rocking and their breathing line up just right, breath coming out as a soft whine as his trembling thighs squeeze at Jotaro’s hips-
-he doesn’t last very long. But it is careful, the way Hierophant first loosens itself. The way his hand slips free of Jotaro’s finger by finger. His grip on Star’s fingers loosens bit by bit. It takes longer than it really should but he finally reaches up to rest his hands on Jotaro’s shoulders. ]
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(It won’t fade. Nervousness is infinite and he’ll just keep finding new things to fret over.)
So he decides that he isn’t ever going to be ready out of spite. He’ll just be knelt here in a dress with a dick inside him indefinitely. That’s fine. He’ll just be here, shuddering against Jotaro every now and then when the rocking and their breathing line up just right, breath coming out as a soft whine as his trembling thighs squeeze at Jotaro’s hips-
-he doesn’t last very long. But it is careful, the way Hierophant first loosens itself. The way his hand slips free of Jotaro’s finger by finger. His grip on Star’s fingers loosens bit by bit. It takes longer than it really should but he finally reaches up to rest his hands on Jotaro’s shoulders. ]