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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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[starmark]

Not today.

[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.]

[hierophany]

[ He can pinpoint it, the exact moment the word sinks in. On him, the sensation of it would feel like something heavy dropping through his torso, from somewhere in his chest to his hips. It’s different, on Jotaro, but he can recognise immediately.

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. ]