[He laughs, delighted with Kakyoin's indignation; it turns into a gasp when Hierophant exacts his punishment for the transgression, and he can't help but rub his cheek against the blanket beneath him, so content with his circumstances even if Kakyoin's hands aren't actively on him at the moment.
And then, suddenly, they are. It's between his legs, rubbing, and the smooth slide is so suggestive of what he's thinking that Jotaro winds up biting his lip, already preoccupied with thinking about it. What a thought it is, generous in the consideration it has for how sore he is already, and just a little bit kinky in the necessities of the execution.
He swallows.]
No. Don't just look.
[Hierophant's already doing most of the work for him, but he tenses his thighs a little, adding a little squeeze to Kakyoin's hand where it's fitted snugly between them.]
Do that thing. Where you — you talk about me. You think out loud what you want to do. It turns you on, right? To talk about it?
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And then, suddenly, they are. It's between his legs, rubbing, and the smooth slide is so suggestive of what he's thinking that Jotaro winds up biting his lip, already preoccupied with thinking about it. What a thought it is, generous in the consideration it has for how sore he is already, and just a little bit kinky in the necessities of the execution.
He swallows.]
No. Don't just look.
[Hierophant's already doing most of the work for him, but he tenses his thighs a little, adding a little squeeze to Kakyoin's hand where it's fitted snugly between them.]
Do that thing. Where you — you talk about me. You think out loud what you want to do. It turns you on, right? To talk about it?