I’m glad. I like- It doesn’t scare me, if I know he’ll stop me. I don’t mind if I’m fucked up. I just don’t want to be fucked up in a way that you wouldn’t want.

[ He’d say more, but he’s busy catching Jotaro’s tongue between his own lips. Sucking at it before letting it escape him for long enough to kiss delicately against its surface. It’s nice, this part, even without the release of the part before it. Just- being close to Jotaro. Feeling his heartbeat, returning it through Hierophant. Doing stupid shit with their mouths.

He looks down at his arm, smiling a little apologetically. ]

I’d have to let go of you, to get changed.

[ He could just take off his jacket. But he’d still have to let go. And he’d be cold, which is a problem with no cuddling-based solutions. ]