[It's a while before Jotaro starts to feel the itch to go under again; that's sort of normal, really, from what he's learned about himself over the course of...well, learning about himself like this. The collar and machine and going far away in his own mind, it's not something he necessarily needs or wants all the time. It's just something that's good on occasion, a rare treat like any other. Most of the time his collar stays safely boxed up in a low drawer on the nightstand, where Star can fetch it easily when he desires it but it isn't easy to stumble across unless one explicitly goes looking for it.
But he's had it on his mind, at the very least. Things he and Kakyoin had talked about during their last encounter, Kakyoin's budding fascination with testing control and experimenting with the role of leash-holder — he thinks about it. And the more he thinks about it, the more he considers that this might be another way in which they're compatible, just like they are in so many other things. It's just a matter of figuring it out first.
He comes home from work. He takes a thoughtful shower. He dons one of his few remaining T-shirts (thanks to his boyfriends stealing them all) and a loose pair of boxers, and wraps a bathrobe around himself while he goes to let his curls air-dry and wait for Kakyoin to get back from the library. Things like this don't work unless you talk about them; that's been true for boyfriends and for kinks alike. They'll have to talk about it. They should talk about it.
He wants to talk about it.
And so he waits, patiently, thinking and thinking and thinking, letting himself relax and wind down as the time ticks by slowly, and every passing minute brings Kakyoin a little closer to home.]
I'M ALSO STILL IN THIS INBOX
But he's had it on his mind, at the very least. Things he and Kakyoin had talked about during their last encounter, Kakyoin's budding fascination with testing control and experimenting with the role of leash-holder — he thinks about it. And the more he thinks about it, the more he considers that this might be another way in which they're compatible, just like they are in so many other things. It's just a matter of figuring it out first.
He comes home from work. He takes a thoughtful shower. He dons one of his few remaining T-shirts (thanks to his boyfriends stealing them all) and a loose pair of boxers, and wraps a bathrobe around himself while he goes to let his curls air-dry and wait for Kakyoin to get back from the library. Things like this don't work unless you talk about them; that's been true for boyfriends and for kinks alike. They'll have to talk about it. They should talk about it.
He wants to talk about it.
And so he waits, patiently, thinking and thinking and thinking, letting himself relax and wind down as the time ticks by slowly, and every passing minute brings Kakyoin a little closer to home.]