[He's not jealous of his Stand. You can't get jealous of something that is, fundamentally, a part of yourself. It'd be like getting jealous of his leg, or his ear. Not possible. A non-thing.
But he wants to hold onto this a little longer anyway, and can't help but say so. This quiet fledgling pleasure growing between the two of them — he wants to memorize it a little more thoroughly first.
He closes his eyes, to do it. Focuses on the heat, the slide. Learns for the hundred millionth time the way that Kakyoin fits so snugly into his arms and moves with him when he moves.
It's only at length that he finally nods a little, letting his chin drop and his curling bangs fall over his eyes as he lets out a contented sigh — a punctuation mark at the end of his self-claimed interval of selfishness — and lets Star draw in close behind Kakyoin to pin him more thoroughly between them.]
Yeah. Go on, Star. Do what he says.
[Not that Star needs any prompting; the moment he's given implicit permission, his hands descend on Kakyoin's body, one pressing against his thigh while the other rests low on his abdomen, taking control of the way he rocks and bounces.]
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[He's not jealous of his Stand. You can't get jealous of something that is, fundamentally, a part of yourself. It'd be like getting jealous of his leg, or his ear. Not possible. A non-thing.
But he wants to hold onto this a little longer anyway, and can't help but say so. This quiet fledgling pleasure growing between the two of them — he wants to memorize it a little more thoroughly first.
He closes his eyes, to do it. Focuses on the heat, the slide. Learns for the hundred millionth time the way that Kakyoin fits so snugly into his arms and moves with him when he moves.
It's only at length that he finally nods a little, letting his chin drop and his curling bangs fall over his eyes as he lets out a contented sigh — a punctuation mark at the end of his self-claimed interval of selfishness — and lets Star draw in close behind Kakyoin to pin him more thoroughly between them.]
Yeah. Go on, Star. Do what he says.
[Not that Star needs any prompting; the moment he's given implicit permission, his hands descend on Kakyoin's body, one pressing against his thigh while the other rests low on his abdomen, taking control of the way he rocks and bounces.]