[ Upward. Over the sharp cut of Jotaro's collarbone. The thorn-scars at his neck. His skin is hot. Tacky with sweat, and if he applied more pressure than a whisper as he moves his fingertips over it then they'd stick. Pull slightly when he drew them back, like octopus suckers. They do stuck when he pauses at Jotaro's jaw. Tilts it upward slightly so that Jotaro's dark, glassy eyes have to meet his properly.
So maybe he can see the appeal of all of this. In Jotaro undone, completely, and the red in his face and on his lips and in his skin. In the little whines and moans and almost-noises and the way his body moves with the machine. He wants to keep this softer Jotaro with all the sharp edges sanded down, to put him somewhere safe and warm and never stop watching him. Or maybe he wants anything at all to see him the way he can feel himself seeing Jotaro. Part of him wants to stop touching him, or to grab his hair or to bite down with his blunt teeth hard enough to bruise for a week, just to hear the noises he makes. He shuffles further forward, until his own face is just, just in range. So that Jotaro can meet it without breaking the leash. ]
I want you to kiss me. You'll do that for me, won't you?
[ He lifts his hand further, tracing it over the shell of Jotaro's ear. ]
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[ Upward. Over the sharp cut of Jotaro's collarbone. The thorn-scars at his neck. His skin is hot. Tacky with sweat, and if he applied more pressure than a whisper as he moves his fingertips over it then they'd stick. Pull slightly when he drew them back, like octopus suckers. They do stuck when he pauses at Jotaro's jaw. Tilts it upward slightly so that Jotaro's dark, glassy eyes have to meet his properly.
So maybe he can see the appeal of all of this. In Jotaro undone, completely, and the red in his face and on his lips and in his skin. In the little whines and moans and almost-noises and the way his body moves with the machine. He wants to keep this softer Jotaro with all the sharp edges sanded down, to put him somewhere safe and warm and never stop watching him. Or maybe he wants anything at all to see him the way he can feel himself seeing Jotaro. Part of him wants to stop touching him, or to grab his hair or to bite down with his blunt teeth hard enough to bruise for a week, just to hear the noises he makes. He shuffles further forward, until his own face is just, just in range. So that Jotaro can meet it without breaking the leash. ]
I want you to kiss me. You'll do that for me, won't you?
[ He lifts his hand further, tracing it over the shell of Jotaro's ear. ]
Because you love me.