[ Shit. It’s unbearable. Unfair, the way Jotaro looks like this. The way he sounds. The way each moan echoes into him through the kiss and twists its way around his lungs just as surely as Hierophant twists its way into Jotaro. Except that Hierophant doesn’t touch, not yet. Just hides, where the sound of those moans squeezes all the air out of his body.
Jotaro is beautiful, and he’s dizzy with it. ]
I knew you could do it.
[ He makes the very deliberate choice not to send Hierophant through the whole of Jotaro’s body right now, because nobody is going to get anything done if he finds himself stuck with the secondhand sensations of the machine. Even coiled in his chest (measuring breath. Measuring heartbeats), he can feel the impact of each thrust.
He moves his free hand along the frame of the machine. He’s seen the plan for it. He knows there ought go be a chroma-sensitive panel somewhere to select the movement patterns. ]
You look perfect like this, you know. [ Hierophant measures. Measures. Measures. He strokes a few more times over Jotaro’s ear. Pinches the stud there and rolls it between thumb and finger. Kisses again, more and more hungrily. Measures. Measures.
He finds the touch panel at just the right moment, and the machine returns to its initial slow pace. ] stay like this a little longer? For me?
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Jotaro is beautiful, and he’s dizzy with it. ]
I knew you could do it.
[ He makes the very deliberate choice not to send Hierophant through the whole of Jotaro’s body right now, because nobody is going to get anything done if he finds himself stuck with the secondhand sensations of the machine. Even coiled in his chest (measuring breath. Measuring heartbeats), he can feel the impact of each thrust.
He moves his free hand along the frame of the machine. He’s seen the plan for it. He knows there ought go be a chroma-sensitive panel somewhere to select the movement patterns. ]
You look perfect like this, you know. [ Hierophant measures. Measures. Measures. He strokes a few more times over Jotaro’s ear. Pinches the stud there and rolls it between thumb and finger. Kisses again, more and more hungrily. Measures. Measures.
He finds the touch panel at just the right moment, and the machine returns to its initial slow pace. ] stay like this a little longer? For me?