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Two sets of hands on him, four hands that would be indistinguishable from one another if Kakyoin didn’t know every inch of Jotaro so intimately. It’s difficult to explain, but Jotaro feels like Jotaro, and Star Platinum’s touch may technically be his, but is a little lighter, a little shyer. Jotaro’s hands have love. One is rhythmically squeezing his ass, one is cupping the side of his face, fingertips trailing over his cheekbone. Jotaro is curled around him from behind, lazily grinding against him, while Star straddles his thighs and strokes his cock with a precise and exquisite grip.
Kakyoin sighs and shifts against Jotaro, nuzzles his jaw against his palm; Jotaro groans softly in the back of his throat and presses his hardon up against Kakyoin with increased arousal, holds him closer. Star’s one hand curls around his shaft a little tighter, the other caresses its way up from just under his balls to cradle the head. This makes Kakyoin moan in anticipation, he knows what Jotaro is up to. Jotaro knows exactly what makes his toes curl.
Jotaro kisses his cheek, tongues his earlobe, nips down the side of his neck. While he is doing this, Star Platinum’s thumb slides under his frenulum and rubs, delicately, moving faster and faster until it’s essentially vibrating, as his other hand continues to work at the shaft. The sensation could only be described as incredible, as in “not believable”, nearly unsubstantial, but overwhelming. Kakyoin bucks his hips up, thrusting against Star’s palm, and Jotaro snakes an arm around one thigh, the other around his chest, keeping him close against his own body.
It’s amazing, and excruciating, and the feeling escalates quickly. Kakyoin’s face is hot, his skin is tingling, he’s sandwiched in between Jotaro below him and Star Platinum on top of him and nearly immobilized by the two. The gentle pressure surrounding his cock and the friction on the head feel fantastic; he wants to come, but he also wants to keep going like this as long as he can. Not that he has much choice in the matter - he feels the familiar wave of urgency that precedes climax, his balls tightening up against his body, his breath coming in shallower gasps.
He moans a breathy “hah,” continues to moan through Star’s unrelenting ministrations. It’s too much, but he can’t get enough of it, he’s rocking his hips up and balling his hands into fists against Jotaro’s warm torso and suddenly shoving his cock against Star’s patient hand hard enough that he almost jerks out of Jotaro’s clutches, he’s coming almost violently onto Star’s hands and wrists. The room up until now was filled with the smell of sweat and exertion, and now the musky aroma of sex overshadows it all as Kakyoin lies breathless in Jotaro’s arms.
Jotaro rests his chin against Kakyoin’s cheek, strokes his hair while his Stand dematerializes over the nightstand, leaving the sticky mess behind on the towel placed there for that purpose. Kakyoin savors the sleepy post-orgasmic aura while remaining aware of Jotaro’s growing excitement, the always-impressive erection rutting against him as he slowly comes back to his senses. Getting Kakyoin off always gets Jotaro going. Kakyoin licks his lips and rolls over on top of him, his own softening cock brushing against Jotaro’s throbbing one. “How do you want it?”
“...Inside me.” He’s always surprisingly shy at these moments, which Kakyoin finds painfully adorable. And his terse statement could mean one of two things, but seeing as how they’re playing with Stands today, Kakyoin is able to narrow it down considerably. He grins and leans down, kissing Jotaro deeply, then pulls back to ready Hierophant Green. Jotaro watches him, heavy-lidded, full lips slightly parted, and moans only briefly as one of Hierophant’s tendrils slithers into his mouth and reaches into his mind.
He’d hated this power the few times Dio had made him use it. Taking over someone else’s body brings with it a certain amount of feeling what they feel, and the pain and fear and suffering was overwhelming, and still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he thinks about it. He would never have done it again if Jotaro hadn’t requested it, he gladly keeps doing it because of how good it feels to share Jotaro’s excitement. Jotaro likes being taken over. A lot. Especially if it’s Kakyoin. Kakyoin finds his arousal a little overpowering to deal with so soon after orgasm, but the feedback of his feelings into Jotaro and back to him is intoxicating.
Jotaro sighs happily as Kakyoin rises to a kneeling position, forces Jotaro’s arms down against the mattress, holds Jotaro completely still while he unspools more tendrils from Hierophant’s tangle of a body. Jotaro’s trembling with eagerness; it’s amazing how this man, who has such a domineering personality outside of the bedroom, becomes so enthusiastic once control is taken from him.
Kakyoin arches Jotaro’s back, giving him a better view of his beautiful cock, hot and hard and aching for contact. The rest of his body is not allowed to move until Kakyoin decides he’s ready, no matter how much his want builds and his mind strains for release, he’s to lie there and take what’s given to him. And he’s being such a good boy, only whining slightly when Kakyoin gently wraps those tendrils around his shaft,begins to slowly slide them up and down, constrict and loosen them. He wants to thrust and can’t, but doesn’t complain, only gets more excited.
There was a time when Hierophant felt like a curse, a punishment for Kakyoin’s sins in a past life. A beacon that drew Dio’s interest and made Kakyoin a slave, a horrible weapon that could cause only misery. But Hierophant is just another part of himself, and one that can give Jotaro and himself such unimaginable shared pleasure. How can other people even understand what it means to be close, when they can’t touch each other like this? He pumps away at Jotaro’s cock, feeling the warmth bloom in his own body even though he still has some time before he can come again himself. “Do you want more?” he whispers harshly, and releases his control on Jotaro long enough to let him nod.
Twist his pelvis around, revealing his lovely, firm, ass. Push a tendril between his cheeks and then deep inside him, filling him up from behind. Jotaro whines again, his face is flushed and they’re both tingling. Slowly, Kakyoin works the tendril in and out, expanding and contracting its width, enjoying the sounds he’s coaxing from his boyfriend. It’s fantastic to feel secondhand, even if it is a little overstimulating, and the overflow of emotions is something he can never describe but which he cherishes. Kakyoin is fully inside Jotaro and can feel himself being inside him and can feel Jotaro’s love and desperation, the need to come and the knowledge that he’ll only come when Kakyoin makes him, it’s almost too much, the pressure is building uncontrollably and finally Kakyoin can’t hold on any more, he lets go and Jotaro grunts and thrusts his hips up sharply and they’re both a mess this time.
And both exhausted. Kakyoin puts Hierophant away and collapses down onto Jotaro, who encloses him in his arms. They’re hot and sweaty and sticky and everything is perfect, the feeling they share now is one of satisfaction. This is how they fall asleep, holding one another.