[ The machine didn't turn off immediately, and he doesn't fully understand why but he's starting to get it. A sudden loss of contact is bad. Even if it's contact that's about to become painful, losing it all at once is worse than the more gradual alternative. And so he doesn't break contact immediately. It's a slow process, careful, because he doesn't know how to do it and he trusts Star to materialise and shove him into Jotaro if he happens to fuck up but he'd rather not fuck up in the first place.
His fingers trail over Jotaro's wrist, down his palm, along his fingers until they reach the very tips of them. And then they linger. For a few seconds, they stay there before he pulls them away and breaks contact. The other hand moves then. Up from Jotaro's cheek. Over the side of his face, into his hair and then through it and away. Hierophant strokes a tendril over his back.
He refills the water glass first, bringing it back along with a bowl of the only fruit that really counts, and undresses himself carefully. It's habit rather than teasing that leads to him folding his trousers after he's removed them. It's a lot more comfortable without them. Without his shirt and jacket.
He still feels exposed like this. Vulnerable. Even now. But it's worth it. If it makes it easier for Jotaro to let him hold him. Maybe getting off will seem more urgent than a very distant second once it ceases to be theoretical and starts to become a certainty.
He sits down before he returns to Jotaro proper, resting his hand on his leg and sliding it inward, carefully, fingers pressing into his inner thigh. ]
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His fingers trail over Jotaro's wrist, down his palm, along his fingers until they reach the very tips of them. And then they linger. For a few seconds, they stay there before he pulls them away and breaks contact. The other hand moves then. Up from Jotaro's cheek. Over the side of his face, into his hair and then through it and away. Hierophant strokes a tendril over his back.
He refills the water glass first, bringing it back along with a bowl of the only fruit that really counts, and undresses himself carefully. It's habit rather than teasing that leads to him folding his trousers after he's removed them. It's a lot more comfortable without them. Without his shirt and jacket.
He still feels exposed like this. Vulnerable. Even now. But it's worth it. If it makes it easier for Jotaro to let him hold him. Maybe getting off will seem more urgent than a very distant second once it ceases to be theoretical and starts to become a certainty.
He sits down before he returns to Jotaro proper, resting his hand on his leg and sliding it inward, carefully, fingers pressing into his inner thigh. ]
Is this okay? Here?