[ There are probably moments that mean more, strictly speaking. That he'll remember more distinctly later on, because he knows he'll remember more of this as a pleasant haze and a more accurate knowledge of where to put his mouth and his teeth in order to make Jotaro make those quiet, breathy whimpers. But this is- probably what he always wanted, far more than anything that might be more memorable. The meaningless parts. The parts he'd never think to fake. ]
Do really you think I can want you more?
[ He slides a hand slowly up Jotaro's t-shirt as the kisses fall once or twice more at his hairline. Just far enough to stroke back and forth over his side. It's slow and calculated.]
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Do really you think I can want you more?
[ He slides a hand slowly up Jotaro's t-shirt as the kisses fall once or twice more at his hairline. Just far enough to stroke back and forth over his side. It's slow and calculated.]
Then make me.