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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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[Just saying it, just voicing the words aloud, leaves him feeling raw and bared open in his desire. But it's so easy to admit to when they're like this, when they're so close and so joined that words just slip out without the usual barriers that make him hold them back. It's so natural, so right, and he almost regrets that they hadn't grasped for this sooner but he can't, not altogether, because if they'd done it sooner than it wouldn't be this, just as it is, and there's no way that he could ever regret the way this moment feels.
But he's tracking Kakyoin's movements, gauging his reactions, and though he's taking his time with setting the pace, once he starts moving he never returns to fully sitting still. Even in the aftermath of the rise and fall of his hips, he settles them back into that previous rocking motion — friction without force. It's somewhat for Kakyoin's benefit, but secretly mostly for his own; being inside Kakyoin like this is addicting, maddening, and he couldn't stop himself now, not on his own. Not without Kakyoin asking him to.
And so the cadence starts to take shape: up, down, a circling grind. Up, down, a circling grind. Kakyoin had said he'd wanted a ride; slowly, slowly, the rhythm of it begins.]
I'll make it up to you...
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[ It's rare that he can't even pretend to have any venom in his voice, but this is a rare occasion. He has other things to focus on. It's not an overwhelming pace, not by any means. It's steady, if unrelenting. It feels good. It just makes concentrating on things like petty grudges he just made up on the spot a little more difficult than they might otherwise be.
But that doesn't mean it's enough. He can still feel Star's presence behind him. Just his presence. Not his hands or his bread chest or. ]
I want Star back. Let him touch me.
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[He's not jealous of his Stand. You can't get jealous of something that is, fundamentally, a part of yourself. It'd be like getting jealous of his leg, or his ear. Not possible. A non-thing.
But he wants to hold onto this a little longer anyway, and can't help but say so. This quiet fledgling pleasure growing between the two of them — he wants to memorize it a little more thoroughly first.
He closes his eyes, to do it. Focuses on the heat, the slide. Learns for the hundred millionth time the way that Kakyoin fits so snugly into his arms and moves with him when he moves.
It's only at length that he finally nods a little, letting his chin drop and his curling bangs fall over his eyes as he lets out a contented sigh — a punctuation mark at the end of his self-claimed interval of selfishness — and lets Star draw in close behind Kakyoin to pin him more thoroughly between them.]
Yeah. Go on, Star. Do what he says.
[Not that Star needs any prompting; the moment he's given implicit permission, his hands descend on Kakyoin's body, one pressing against his thigh while the other rests low on his abdomen, taking control of the way he rocks and bounces.]
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[ It's unnecessarily decadent to be pressed between both of them like this. So much so that he almost complains even though he's the one wo asked for this - it's not his birthday, after all - but it's hard to bring himself to even jokingly suggest that this is wrong. It isn't. Jotaro is touching him and Star is touching him and
He's already just about boneless and it's a good job that Jotaro and Star are moving for him because there's not much strength in his legs right now. His arms seem to be doing okay, mind, if the tightness of his grip on Jotaro's shoulders is any indication. ]
You're both so good to me- [ The 'good' is untintentional, but he catches it as it leaves his mouth. Chooses to run with it, kissing against Jotaro's neck where he might have bitten a little more than he meant to earlier in his attempts to shut himself up. ] -because you love me, right? You wouldn't- wouldn't spoil me like this if you didn't.
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[Because really, there's so much more they can do; even now they're just getting started, just finding their way before things really get going. There's still so much more sensation, so much more touch, and that too is the benefit of having Star with them, because four hands are definitely better than two, even if there's still a set that has to be preoccupied with keeping Kakyoin's rhythm steady.
One hand is all Star needs to lift and lower him; that's what the arm around Kakyoin's waist continues to do, supporting him easily as they move together in circling motions. The other leaves his thigh and darts inward, picking up Jotaro's previous ministrations of rubbing Kakyoin through the drape of his skirt; they're going to fix the dress afterward anyway, so they might as well make a delicious mess of it in the interim.
That's two hands. Then there's still Jotaro's to account for, one that goes skimming along the plane of Kakyoin's chest in search of one of the peaked nubs hidden beneath, and the other whose fingers curl around one of Hierophant's tendrils, guiding it up to his lips so that he can lave his tongue against it.
It's a lot. He wants it to be a lot. He wants it to be overwhelming, in the best possible way, sensation layered upon sensation until spoiling me takes on a whole new definition in practice.]
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Star's touch is what he expects, even if he doesn't know who to expect it from. He knows what it feels like, now. He's ready to try to tune it out, at least for long enough to demonstrate that he's right. And he'd be meaner about it if it wasn't Star, rather than Jotaro. There's a limit to how mean one can be to Star. He settles on a calm, unaffected tone. ]
Really? That's sp-
[ A calm, unaffected tone that lasts for a matter of seconds, because he wasn't expecting everything else. What follows is the sound of someone discovering that the sensation of fingers moving over his chest does a lot more for him when it's through cloth. Or possibly the sound of someone who already knew that they shares sensations with their stand but who had maybe forgotten that other people also know that. ]
Jotaro- Jotaro, fuck-
-do you- do you even know what part of his body that is?
[ It's probably not an effective deterrent. It's not really meant to be a deterrent. He doesn't want Jotaro to stop. It's a clumsy attempt to save face, to keep being difficult because Jotaro said he was wrong, as if being a little more difficult means that his breath isn't coming out in little whines now or that he isn't seeing stars every time Star moves him. ]
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[It's lucky that Star's capable of acting on his own, when given leave to; this would be a lot more complicated, and probably significantly less pleasurable, if he had to try to manage everything his Stand is doing alongside everything he wants to. Hard enough, juggling two hands; four would just be tedious.
But it's fine. It's fine because every time Kakyoin moves it's a whole new rush of sensation, pleasure folded in on itself again and again until it's too tight to compact any further, before the next stroke falls and it starts all over again, beneath his skin and pushing outward from the inside.
He licks his lip, as much out of habit as to wet it further than it is already, and more deliberately draws Hierophant's tendril into his mouth, just to prove his point.]
He's been in there before. Down my throat.
[Like he's inside Kakyoin now, wrapped up in him, as close as they can get and still aching to be closer still until there's no telling where one ends and the other begins, a Mobius strip of Stand and user and Stand again.
He closes his eyes, mouthing kisses against the cool emerald-white of the tendril he's still keeping carefully within reach.]
You wound him around inside me. You saying he doesn't like it?
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[ But Jotaro does have a point, because the body part that has previously been in his mouth is 'all of them'. He's being difficult for difficult's sake. He wants to be difficult. Wants to be stubborn. Wants to win, in the latest way that he's defined 'winning'.
But more than that, right now, he wants this to keep going. To keep being so beautifully overwhelming that it renders him just about useless. ]
He likes it. [ He admits, and as if on cue Hierophant's head and shoulders and some of his arms form behind Jotaro. He rests against his back, a cool almost-weight, and nuzzles his mask in his hair, knocking his hat forward. ]
I'm- I think I'm- [ A winded sort of squeak gets knocked free from his lungs when Star moves him up and he sinks down again. ] -close.