[ It feels nice, even if it was just the first thing that occurred to him. The slow movement of the comb through his hair. The scrape and slight pull against his scalp. The rise and fall of Jotaro’s chest against his, and the echo of dull not-pain at his neck.
This isn’t meant to be for him, but it’s hard to deny how wanted he feels right now. ]
You’re doing right so far. Doing good. You’re so good.
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[ It feels nice, even if it was just the first thing that occurred to him. The slow movement of the comb through his hair. The scrape and slight pull against his scalp. The rise and fall of Jotaro’s chest against his, and the echo of dull not-pain at his neck.
This isn’t meant to be for him, but it’s hard to deny how wanted he feels right now. ]
You’re doing right so far. Doing good. You’re so good.