[ In a week or so, he'll bring Jotaro a selection of swatches of fabric and demand that he pick one out, refusing to give him any context at all outside of this moment. Try to find a balance between what feels best against oversensitive skin and what is aesthetically pleasing, as if Jotaro's going to even look at what he's wearing in these moments. His first instinct is some sort of nightclothes, perhaps one of the long shirts that Adrian wears to bed, but that would rather ruin the illusion of ignoring Jotaro in favour of his work. Even for sexy pretend purposes, he can't quite get his head around the thought of doing work in his pajamas.
For now, he just kisses him again. Because he wants to. Because it's a good way to avoid having to answer while his brain catches up with that Jotaro just said. ]
Is that important? [ He asks eventually, and it's a genuine question. He doesn't know. He doesn't know if that's supposed to be a part of this, and he doesn't really know if it's that important to him. It would be nice, certainly. It's going to have to happen at some point before he's ever going to be capable of thinking clearly again. But he might have to let go. He'd certainly have to shuffle clothes around. It sounds nice. It just doesn't seem worth letting go. ]
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For now, he just kisses him again. Because he wants to. Because it's a good way to avoid having to answer while his brain catches up with that Jotaro just said. ]
Is that important? [ He asks eventually, and it's a genuine question. He doesn't know. He doesn't know if that's supposed to be a part of this, and he doesn't really know if it's that important to him. It would be nice, certainly. It's going to have to happen at some point before he's ever going to be capable of thinking clearly again. But he might have to let go. He'd certainly have to shuffle clothes around. It sounds nice. It just doesn't seem worth letting go. ]