[ The non-negotiable parts, the parts that have to come first no matter how Star insists that the rest is also important, are dealt with. A few painkillers to hopefully numb the ache of it all into something that can be lived with, make it scoot to the side and make itself smaller so there's room for everything else. Water to hopefully drive off the worst of the headache that's on the way.
Everything else, everything else is just the rest. Just whatever Star indicates for him to do. Whatever feels correct, as bad as he is at the 'feeling' part compared to the 'thinking and measuring and concluding' part. He follows Star's lead, bringing his hand back to Jotaro's side and resuming the same path he was stroking along before, through the last intense moments of his time in the machine. Draws his fingers over each rib, hopping between them like a stone skipping on the surface of a pond, then slides them backward so it's his palm that slides over Jotaro's hip, his fingers curling further back to graze over the flesh of his ass. As far as a little way down his thigh, where he slides his hand back further so his fingers curl around the back of it into the inner part before he sqeezes and withdraws his hand, bringing it up to his ribs to start again. Slow. Steady. A softer sort of rhythm than the one of the machine, but a return to rhythm nonetheless. Hierophant starts beating his heartbeat again as he waits for Jotaro to finish draining the glass. ]
Thank you. [ He says, eventually. ] For being so good for me.
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[ The non-negotiable parts, the parts that have to come first no matter how Star insists that the rest is also important, are dealt with. A few painkillers to hopefully numb the ache of it all into something that can be lived with, make it scoot to the side and make itself smaller so there's room for everything else. Water to hopefully drive off the worst of the headache that's on the way.
Everything else, everything else is just the rest. Just whatever Star indicates for him to do. Whatever feels correct, as bad as he is at the 'feeling' part compared to the 'thinking and measuring and concluding' part. He follows Star's lead, bringing his hand back to Jotaro's side and resuming the same path he was stroking along before, through the last intense moments of his time in the machine. Draws his fingers over each rib, hopping between them like a stone skipping on the surface of a pond, then slides them backward so it's his palm that slides over Jotaro's hip, his fingers curling further back to graze over the flesh of his ass. As far as a little way down his thigh, where he slides his hand back further so his fingers curl around the back of it into the inner part before he sqeezes and withdraws his hand, bringing it up to his ribs to start again. Slow. Steady. A softer sort of rhythm than the one of the machine, but a return to rhythm nonetheless. Hierophant starts beating his heartbeat again as he waits for Jotaro to finish draining the glass. ]
Thank you. [ He says, eventually. ] For being so good for me.