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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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[He's not really all that sorry, but it seems like the right thing to say when Kakyoin is sulking. Like he ruined it a little by being nice instead of sexy, not a catastrophic kind of ruin but the lighter, funnier kind, like when a leg goes the wrong way while cuddling or somebody accidentally elbows somebody in the face. Like he ruined it in a way that proves it's okay to ruin things because there's nothing wrong with them being imperfect. Like it doesn't have to be perfect so long as it's them.
But he wasn't just talking dirty when he'd asked Hierophant what he'd asked. It feels important to be able to show Kakyoin like this, with the two of them working together, what he feels when they do this. How he loves knowing he's made a lover happy. How even being tired can be pleasurable, and how even when he's exhausted he still has room for this.
The angle is all wrong, now, with Kakyoin at his eye level, to continue what he'd been doing before. The height difference is just too much, the positioning just isn't right. But like this he can see into Kakyoin's eyes, can dip his head forward to kiss him when he wants, and with his arms unbound from Hierophant he's free to reach down and curl his fingers around Kakyoin's aching length, offering up his palm in implicit apology for the loss of his thighs.]
But you can feel it now, yeah? How much I want 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.
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[And he's trying to focus on just how much better it is, as though that will somehow help to project it all the better through Hierophant and into Kakyoin himself. He tries to linger on how happy he is. Tries to let arousal rise freely and let it warm him. Tries to focus on moving his hand the little bit that he can, just to provide stimulation.
Maybe Hierophant is capable of showing Kakyoin just how much Jotaro needed to do this, to be a part of it. It's not that being an object is bad, exactly, in the moment; he likes to lose himself, too. But right now it's better to be grounded in the moment and beneath Kakyoin's hands, baring his throat in a completely different way.]
You could use him right now, if you wanted. Make me feel anything you wanted. Watch what it did to me from this close. Feel how I felt about it. Maybe he really is jealous that he didn't get to play with me. That's really what you like about it, isn't it? Getting to play. It's a game. It's fun.
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He doesn't like, for example, the sensation of having someone move their hand through his own hair the wrong way, like petting a cat backwards. But Jotaro does, and it's Jotaro's perception of the feeling that Hierophant dutifully passes back to him. So as he combs his fingers up from the back of Jotaro's neck into his hair, it's not the irritating sense of wrongness that he feels but the tingling of his scalp, the way that it makes him want to twist his neck back into the touch. And he's less cautious, when he can feel for himself if it's too much. When he can feel where the boundary is, he can move all the way up to it and know that he isn't going to cross it without choosing to. He can dig his fingertips and then short fingernails into Jotaro's scalp, measuring the pressure, measuring the sting of nails cutting into flesh, getting right to the border of too much and staying just at the correct side of it. All while Jotaro's hand moves just slightly, a single thing that he can't measure and predict and control.
Fuck. Fuck.
He wants to do this again. He wants to put Hierophant into Jotaro and touch him and measure for himself exactly what is correct and turn him into a solved game, until Jotaro inevitably finds some way to unsolve himself again. Fuck, he wants to put Hierophant inside him and just observe silently while Adrian works him over. So he can understand. So he knows how their games work and why they're good and how to follow the rules and how to break the word of them but adhere to the spirit and why it might be hot to do that and
And then Jotaro suggests that. ]
-you'd be- [ He swallows. ] -You'd be okay with that.
[ It's not a question, really. He knows the answer, it doesn't need to be. He can feel how every cell of Jotaro moves as he says it. ]
It wouldn't- it wouldn't be like he was- fuck, I don't know. Like he was jacking off your insides or something. [ Ew. Ew. He regrets that the second it comes out of his mouth. But he has to say it. He has to actually let Jotaro know what he's suggesting, to know for sure that it'd be okay. ] He'd be fucking with your nerve signals. Making them send the wrong information to your brain. It'd fuck with Star.
[ He last used it to torture Dio, after all. To make him incapable of using a stand.
...which does mean, at least, that they have solid proof that Star can stop it. ]
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[Because really that's what this all boils down to, isn't it? This is the thing he's learned over time and come to embrace, that's part of what makes it all so addicting. Everything that happens to him when they play like this is something that he could stop with a word. He's a greater-than-equal participant, because everyone else doesn't have unfettered freedom to do what they want, but he has absolute freedom to make it stop.
And maybe it's not even that he's into the idea itself, so much, as it is just...
Just, look at what it does to Kakyoin when he suggests it. Look at what he can do to him, just from the suggestion alone. Saying it doesn't mean that they have to do it, or that they have to like it when they do. But he would trust Kakyoin to try it. He would put him in his hands that much.
Kakyoin trusts him like that, he thinks. Trusts him with anything. He knows how that feels, so naturally he wants Kakyoin to feel it, too.]
I turn into a wolf sometimes. I turn into a dragon and sing to you and it makes you hot. Is it that different, really? It's just something else Hierophant can do.
[He runs his thumb in a slow circle, deliberately tempting, not actually trying to distract Kakyoin, but that might just be the end result.]
He isn't going to hurt me. Tell me honestly. Would he ever hurt me?
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[ He whispers it on the in breath. And fuck. Fuck. He’s close, like this, even with Jotaro’s movements so small and restrained. It’s not quite like being edged, more just that other things keep seeming important. It’s something different, something that’s difficult to describe in one set of sensations. Being so close, while also being wrapped in the weight of post-orgasmic euphoria. Jotaro’s hang on him but the sensation of himself on Jotaro’s hand. ]
Never. He never would.
[ His hips twitch, it’s not particularly controlled, the way he moves against Jotaro’s hand. It’s not quite enough. But it’s good. It’s so good. ]
Not totay. I’m- fuck- distracted. I’d need to figure it out. How to do it safely. Practice.
[ For a moment, he leaves Jotaro with that thought. Practice. Like he needed to before, to figure out sucking dick. Use himself as a test subject and see if he can use Hierophant to write pleasure into his brain. Maybe he should let Jotaro observe, for safety’s sake. Maybe he should prevent him from observing, force him to imagine it instead. ]
Star’ll be able to feel it, I think. Not second-hand. If it’s affecting your head, it’ll affect him.
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[It's an echo. It's agreement. It's affirmation. It's even obedience. He leans into Kakyoin and kisses him like he's trying to swallow the words, ready now to be done with talking until he's sufficiently pushed Kakyoin over the edge.
But done with talking isn't the same as done with thinking, and he's certainly back to thinking now. With all his other thoughts so pleasantly cleared from his mind by the machine, there's all the space in the world for new ones to fill it. Hierophant, writhing around inside of him. Kakyoin, practicing because he can't stand not being perfect at anything, even when it's bizarro kinky sex bullshit. Hierophant, sliding inside Kakyoin the way he so easily slips into Jotar—
Oh.]
I'll show you distracted.
[Enough fucking around, he thinks, with flush in his cheeks and his breath caught in his lungs. Enough. It's enough. Now he just wants to see the look on Kakyoin's face when he comes.]
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It’s the clarity of it that strikes him, more than anything else. The heaviness of post-orgasm cut away, for just a while. Replaced by something urgent. Something vital. A sudden need, raw and aching even through a state of perfect satisfaction. That in itself would be enough to twist the insides of him into a snarl of knots. Jotaro deciding that something needs to be done and that he is the one who ought to do it is always a thing of beauty.
It just so happens that the thing that needs to be done getting him off. ]
Fuck. Fuck-.
[ His voice splits open into a long moan. He moves his hips in earnest again, stroking himself against Jotaro’s hand. It doesn’t take long.
Jotaro doesn’t quite get his wish to see the look on his face, if only because Hierophant communities sensation and not thought and so nothing tells him not to lean forward and kiss him again, so their faces are shoved together when it hits. He closes his eyes for it. His hand in Jotaro’s hair closes around a handful of it, pulling for a fraction of a second longer than Hierophant advises because he’s too overcome to stop. ]