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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[hierophany]

Of course I want to work for it. I like it when I have to make you behave.

[ He says it with a kiss, and kicks his legs up and down contentedly. Like he's incredibly pleased with himself for being able to repeat that line back. Which he is. ]

I want to have to fight for you at least a little. It makes it all feel- more real, I suppose. Like I worked for it, so I can't lose you.

[starmark]

Mm. Because if you didn't work for it, then you don't know how to keep it. And if you don't know how to keep it...

[He lets the thought hang, focusing instead on holding Kakyoin snugly even as he wriggles around in his delight.]

I, uh. I like the thought that I'm worth it. Y'know...fighting for.

[hierophany]

Are you going to be a bastard about it if I tell you that you are?

[ Jotaro's probably familiar, by now, with the various expressions that someone can make while biting his neck. Even when it's just pressure from blunt teeth. If there's any perceivable difference between biting and biting with a stupid too-wide grin, he's probably the person best suited to noticing it.

His kicking slows, after a moment. He falls back into Jotaro's embrace. Kisses where he just bit, and then upward to the place where neck ends and hair starts. ]

I'm ready to fight over a lot of stupid things. But you're- you know. Different. There aren't many things I'd fight for because I want them. Usually I just want to win, to prove that I can.

You're worth fighting for. Not just proving myself better for.

[starmark]

I won't be a bastard this time. Just this once.

[Certainly not when his throat is otherwise occupied with the thin noise escaping it, a ragged whimper as he inclines his head to the side to better invite the attention. It doesn't seem possible, somehow, to be as happy as he is in that very moment. It doesn't seem possible that he's gotten this lucky, or been this good.]

But I promise I'll make you want me. I'll make you want me so much, and then I'll make you earn it. Promise.

[hierophany]

[ 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.]

Then make me.