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The scene starts when Noriaki slides the collar over Jojo’s head. It’s a deep purple martingale collar, with a gold-coloured chain serving as the second loop. Jotaro chose it to match the rest of his gear.
Jotaro (exclusively “Jojo”, or “good boy” in this headspace), is sitting on his haunches, arms straight and pressing into the ground before him. He is wearing a tight black tee and purple boxer briefs. Like this, Noriaki thinks Jojo does make a convincing pup. It's the mannerisms, more than the hood. Jojo’s demeanour changes, tension visibly leaves him. His eyes share the same mirth as Star Platinum’s. His head tilts to the right in question. It’s an unspoken “what will we do first?”.
Noriaki is crouched before his pup, his head just above Jojo’s eye level. His hands move from the collar to gently scratch his head where dark curls peak out behind one of Jojo’s pointed purple neoprene ears.
“Good boy” he coos. He doesn’t miss the subtle wiggle of Jojo’s hips in response.
“Wanna play?” Kakyoin begins to stand.
Jojo’s front half crouches forward, as his arms snap apart. His rear pops up behind him and Noriaki can actually see the clip on tail pointed towards the ceiling and wagging with Jojo’s wiggling butt now. His eye’s look excited beneath the hood, and Noriaki half expects him to bark.
He doesn’t bark though. He rarely does. Nori has no idea how uncommon it is to handle a quiet, obedient pup.
Jojo slaps his front paws into the ground excitably and huffs.
“Well let’s go then!” Nori exclaims and runs from their bedroom into the lounge.
Jojo leans back and paws at the air before running after him on all fours.
They chase each other around the lounge room, care-free and elated. There’s something so joyous and childlike about pupspace that neither of them were particularly expecting. They stop for breath somewhere around their fifth lap of the couch.
Nori is at one end, Jojo at the other. Nori fakes a step to the right, and Jojo starts! His paws slap the ground again, he’s about to run, but he knows this game. Nori is just psyching him out.
“Ra!” Noriaki steps again, his whole body moves a centimetre like he’s about to run but he stops. Grinning, he watches Jojo start again, and still again when he realises the chase has yet to continue.
Finally, Nori breaks the stand off with a leap to the right, and Jojo decides to run at him instead of away, sending Nori tumbling down in front of the couch. Jojo is on him in seconds, nuzzling at his neck and licking his face.
Noriaki can’t stop laughing.
“Hahahaha Jojo!” He tries between breaths to calm his pup down but the licks are so ticklish he can’t quite manage. “Jojo stop-” he giggles. Jojo sits back, and tilts his head.
“Okay, I think I need a break from running around. Sound alright?”
Jojo grumbles, but ultimately nods. Noriaki has barely sat upright when Jojo has crawled into his lap.
“No-” He tries to use a serious voice but laughs again. “C’mon boy, off! We can cuddle on the couch-”
All he gets in return is more grumbled pup gibberish and Jojo’s weight on his chest and he snuggles into his soft, green pullover.
“Jojo-” he half laughs and Jojo huffs against his ear.
“Do I have to try and lift you up? Remember how well that worked last time?”
Nori smacks the seat of the couch in an attempt to coax him up.
“Up! C’mon, up Jojo!”
Jojo looks at him slyly, hints of a smirk under his mask. He gives another lick up Nori’s cheek before clambering up onto the couch. He sits back and waits eagerly for Nori to join him.
After dusting himself off, Noriaki settles into the couch with some cushions, and pats his lap. Jojo crawls forward and lays on the cushions on Nori’s lap. He folds his arms under his head and stretches his legs out long on the couch behind him. It’s a relief after having them folded under himself while crawling on his hands and knees. He leans into his partner’s chest again and relaxes. Noriaki strokes one hand along Jojo’s back and with the other, plays with the pup's hair. Jojo presses his head into the touch. He makes soft, low noises of pleasure, something between a grumble and a whimper, which in turn makes Noriaki blush.
“This is nice, Jojo.”
Jojo hums in agreement.
“I think I like this a lot. ”
Jojo looks up from where he’s resting his head on his arms, and raises an eyebrow at Kakyoin.
The blush on his cheeks deepens.
“Yeah I uh..” He chuckles nervously and looks away “I would definitely like to do this more often.”
Jojo wiggles his butt again. If he’s not careful this is gonna become a habit outside of pupspace too.
“You’d like that, huh?” Nori looks back down at the pup. He tangles his fingers in Jojo’s hair.
“Maybe I could train you to do tricks.”
“Arf?” Jojo looks intrigued.
“Oh! I could take you for a walk! Probably without the hood for that though.”
“Ermph” It was practically the same noise he’d made before but this time the tone was disappointed.
Nori huffed a laugh.
“We could play frisbee. Ooh maybe I could buy you a-” Nori was silenced by Jojo’s hand pressing lightly at his lips, as if to “shush” him. Jojo cuddled into Noriaki more, and sighed contentedly.
“Fair enough,” Nori laughed again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on the pleasant, warm feeling of Jojo stretching out on his lap. His soft hair under his fingers. His face nuzzling into him. The silliness they’d been getting up to whenever Jojo put on the hood.This unbridled joy he doesn’t think he’s felt since he was a kid.
Yeah, this is nice.