[Exhausted and pliant and suggestible as he is, it feels good to try to reach for a drink, even if he originally isn't altogether that successful at it. It will be good for him, yes, but it's also what Kakyoin wants him to do. It's best when those two things align, at a time like this. It means he doesn't have to think about which reason holds more control over him; either way, the outcome is the same.
He gets his lips wet, mostly, and a little makes its way into his mouth, but it isn't until Kakyoin guides the straw up to his lips that he really gets a proper drink, and moans softly around the thin plastic from how good it feels to have the cool liquid rinsing his mouth and running down the back of his throat.
Obediently, he sips and sips, while Star settles in next to Kakyoin and watches them both intently. Jotaro still isn't sure he could make words even if he tried to, but Star didn't need words to divine his needs, and he'll make sure Kakyoin understands them if they appear, so it's all right.
It feels strange, not being fucked after so long of that just being a given status that he'd almost started taking for granted. Every so often his hips twitch back, just a fraction, like they're still trained to rock back into a stimulus that's no longer there.
Ora, Star pronounces solemnly, and pets against his side, his ribs, his shoulder, his hair. Star has the benefit of knowing exactly how Jotaro wants to be touched, even when he doesn't precisely know what he wants himself.
It feels good, and he sips his water, and slowly, at great length, he opens his still-glassy eyes.]
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He gets his lips wet, mostly, and a little makes its way into his mouth, but it isn't until Kakyoin guides the straw up to his lips that he really gets a proper drink, and moans softly around the thin plastic from how good it feels to have the cool liquid rinsing his mouth and running down the back of his throat.
Obediently, he sips and sips, while Star settles in next to Kakyoin and watches them both intently. Jotaro still isn't sure he could make words even if he tried to, but Star didn't need words to divine his needs, and he'll make sure Kakyoin understands them if they appear, so it's all right.
It feels strange, not being fucked after so long of that just being a given status that he'd almost started taking for granted. Every so often his hips twitch back, just a fraction, like they're still trained to rock back into a stimulus that's no longer there.
Ora, Star pronounces solemnly, and pets against his side, his ribs, his shoulder, his hair. Star has the benefit of knowing exactly how Jotaro wants to be touched, even when he doesn't precisely know what he wants himself.
It feels good, and he sips his water, and slowly, at great length, he opens his still-glassy eyes.]