[ It's hard to find the places where one set of sensations ends and another begins. The sense of relief washing over him must be his own, he thinks at first. It would make sense. It hadn't seemed to important to get off until suddenly it was, until it was vitally important. Because Jotaro wants it, yes, but also because he's most of the way there now and to turn back would be so much more exhausting than to go just a little further.
But he knows what his own sense of relief feels like. It feels like picking up a stack of papers and tapping them on the desk so they're lined up properly. The sense of relief that washes over him feels like it genuinely is washing over him. Feels like the lightness of a body supported by water.
It's Jotaro. Jotaro is relieved to be touching his dick. That's a ridiculous thought to have to put together.
Belatedly, he realises that he broke contact with Jotaro when he shuffled upward. He wasn't supposed to do that. Belatedly, he starts to understand, on a physical level, how much Jotaro genuinely needs that contact. His hands are cold when he reaches out to touch Jotaro and then wrap his arms around his shoulders, because his hands are always cold, but he can feel the way that warmth ripples out from any point of contact between them. ]
Yeah.
[ His voice still sounds a little choked. A little put out, the way it always does after he's been angered and mollified in quick succession, like the sulking is useless now but it still has to work its way through him before it can be gone. But it's soft. Gasping, in a way that leaves him sounding like he's turned on by how annoyed he is. ]
He's not- he's not going to want to leave, you know. Because you said stupid shit to him. Because I love you.
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But he knows what his own sense of relief feels like. It feels like picking up a stack of papers and tapping them on the desk so they're lined up properly. The sense of relief that washes over him feels like it genuinely is washing over him. Feels like the lightness of a body supported by water.
It's Jotaro. Jotaro is relieved to be touching his dick. That's a ridiculous thought to have to put together.
Belatedly, he realises that he broke contact with Jotaro when he shuffled upward. He wasn't supposed to do that. Belatedly, he starts to understand, on a physical level, how much Jotaro genuinely needs that contact. His hands are cold when he reaches out to touch Jotaro and then wrap his arms around his shoulders, because his hands are always cold, but he can feel the way that warmth ripples out from any point of contact between them. ]
Yeah.
[ His voice still sounds a little choked. A little put out, the way it always does after he's been angered and mollified in quick succession, like the sulking is useless now but it still has to work its way through him before it can be gone. But it's soft. Gasping, in a way that leaves him sounding like he's turned on by how annoyed he is. ]
He's not- he's not going to want to leave, you know. Because you said stupid shit to him. Because I love you.