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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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[starmark]

Hah...does it matter...?

[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?

[hierophany]

Most people would want to know- to know what body part they're putting in their mouth.

[ 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.