[Kakyoin touches him like he's exquisite. Priceless. And the nice thing about being wrapped up like this is that on some level, he's already in the mindset of being put on display, so self-consciousness never really becomes a factor despite still being as bare as the day he was born. As each of Kakyoin's touches fades, Jotaro finds he seems to feel them all the more acutely, the echoes of contact lingering well afterward, like a pleasant memory to hold on to and enjoy.]
You're perfect.
[It's funny. He's the one tied up, but it's Kakyoin who needs the reassurance of praise right now, moreso than he does himself.
When the contact finally fully breaks, he does feel it like a pang in his chest. But he's not alone and he's not abandoned; Hierophant is exerting just the right amount of pressure around him, never so tight that he's pinned or abraded, but secure enough that if he needs the reassurance of feeling him, all he has to do is writhe and the comfortable resistance will be there.
And it's nice. Nice to just relax and feel good. Nice to think about Kakyoin coming back, and anticipate what will unfold when he gets there. There's nothing wrong with a little anticipation, so long as he's secure in the absence. It's fine to take a little breather and just linger in silence while he waits, knowing Hierophant is right there.
But he does open his eyes halfway to watch when Kakyoin comes back and starts undressing, and he rouses from his pleasant stupor long enough to lick his lips and pucker them into a wolf whistle once Kakyoin has rid himself of his clothes. And then, blessedly, deliciously, fingers glide over his skin again and run to the inside of his thigh, and when he shivers there's no mistaking that it's from pleasure and pleasure alone.]
Hi. Wasn't enough just to look at me, huh...
[That's not a yes, so he makes sure to nod a little once he's done, faintly encouraging.]
no subject
You're perfect.
[It's funny. He's the one tied up, but it's Kakyoin who needs the reassurance of praise right now, moreso than he does himself.
When the contact finally fully breaks, he does feel it like a pang in his chest. But he's not alone and he's not abandoned; Hierophant is exerting just the right amount of pressure around him, never so tight that he's pinned or abraded, but secure enough that if he needs the reassurance of feeling him, all he has to do is writhe and the comfortable resistance will be there.
And it's nice. Nice to just relax and feel good. Nice to think about Kakyoin coming back, and anticipate what will unfold when he gets there. There's nothing wrong with a little anticipation, so long as he's secure in the absence. It's fine to take a little breather and just linger in silence while he waits, knowing Hierophant is right there.
But he does open his eyes halfway to watch when Kakyoin comes back and starts undressing, and he rouses from his pleasant stupor long enough to lick his lips and pucker them into a wolf whistle once Kakyoin has rid himself of his clothes. And then, blessedly, deliciously, fingers glide over his skin again and run to the inside of his thigh, and when he shivers there's no mistaking that it's from pleasure and pleasure alone.]
Hi. Wasn't enough just to look at me, huh...
[That's not a yes, so he makes sure to nod a little once he's done, faintly encouraging.]