I don't like it when I'm the only one.

[There's something in his inflection this time, when he says don't like it, that makes the intent behind the phrase noticeably different than it's been at other times. This isn't a pressing, urgent need for Jotaro's comfort. This isn't a hard limit or a preference on need of immediate correction. This isn't — part of the game, even, but rather just a more general remark, a little huffy and a little vulnerable both.

Because it'd felt good, hadn't it, to wrap his mouth around something even as he'd had pleasure overwhelming him more and more with every passing moment? And he'd wanted, instinctively, to share. To please. To give back, somehow, in whatever little way he could.

Maybe that's not how it is for everyone who fucks around like this. Maybe it's just him. But that's okay, isn't it? It's okay to know what he likes, so long as everyone involved is okay with it too.]

Can I? I want to.

[He thinks about it a minute, reflective.]

I know I don't have, uh, the dragon voice or anything right now, but...maybe I can still talk you up into it anyway?