[Cute. Cute, cute, cute. And so Jotaro leans forward a little, moving slow and easy like a person who really is dealing with a testy cat or an overexpanded frog, and brushes Kakyoin's hood enough out of the way that he can move in and press his lips lightly against his neck.
He takes his time, nuzzling around until he finds the perfect spot a little in front of his ear and close to his pulse, and then drags his tongue over it in a silent expression of intent before setting his teeth against the wet mark.]
Hmm.
[It winds up being Kakyoin's only warning; a moment later he sets to work, alternating between nibbling bites and suction until gradually, a lovely wide bruise starts to form beneath the skin.]
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He takes his time, nuzzling around until he finds the perfect spot a little in front of his ear and close to his pulse, and then drags his tongue over it in a silent expression of intent before setting his teeth against the wet mark.]
Hmm.
[It winds up being Kakyoin's only warning; a moment later he sets to work, alternating between nibbling bites and suction until gradually, a lovely wide bruise starts to form beneath the skin.]