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The chain that was attached to Jotaro's gakuran jacket was fascinating to you.
Or so you told yourself then as you attended high school with him. Serving no real purpose other than a mere, unnecessary fashion accessory, that chain was the source of all your depraved, hormone-driven fantasies as a teenager, and would only continue to fuel your lascivous reverie as a college student. When Jotaro's coat changed to white, he decided to no longer wear the chain as part of his maturity, which would have disappointed you, if not for the fact that you both ended up in a relationship with each other.
Though his love--however undisclosed and subtle it was--was more than enough to leave you joyful, that chain of his was still something that piqued your arousal curiosity.
It wasn't until you both moved to Morioh that you would get to behold the majesty of that needless accessory. While unpacking his belongings, you happened to come across his old uniform, along with that marvelous chain, which seemed longer than you remembered. The weight of the metal made you wonder how his uniform collar never sagged, or how he could bear to wear it for so long. You recalled how strong and handsome he looked back in those days.
Staring at the chain, you wondered how they would look around your lover's wrists.
It took much pleading and coercion, many kisses to his neck and nips to his ear, and a promise that involved a romantic getaway to an ocean-side hotel and a mermaid costume, but you were successful in getting Jotaro to bring the chain to bed.
Really for him, it was hard to say no to your eager expression, as easy as it was to decide that he had enough of your insistence.
However, even he couldn't foresee how much fun you were getting out of it, or more specifically, how delighted you seemed to be over his agony.
Between clenched teeth, Jotaro wondered when his old collar chain became so heavy, especially as it was used to bind his wrists together. Knowing his strength, you even went as far ahead as to strengthen his bondage with some leather straps--you must have been thinking about and desiring this for some time.
He was left on the bed, stripped completely bare and left to your mischievous whims. You hung by his side while your frilly attire, while leaving nothing to his imagination, fueled his desires for reality. Your warm tongue slithered along his firm, muscular chest--a slow yet smooth journey down to where he wanted your mouth the most. Slowly, your hand pumped his cock, a contrast to how often his breath hitched from your touch. You wished you could've recorded the groan he let out as your thumb languidly circled around the tip of his dick.
It made him wish that his hands were free.
Your lips were now by his navel and the rhythm of your hand was becoming even more deliberate.
Jotaro couldn't take it anymore.
Thankfully, he had a helping pair of hands.
The sound of metal breaking apart startled you. Your eyes flew up to his wrists, which were now free yet held the imprint of his chain. A rush of heat went down to between your legs at the thought of Jotaro breaking free by his own strength, but as you were promptly pushed down to your back and held down, you exclaimed with a huff,
"Jotaro, using Star Platinum is cheating!"
Yet as his and Star Platinum's hands pinned you down to the bed, he eyed you with a hard stare as he grunted out while reaching for your lingerie,
"I'm tired of your game. We're playing a new one."
Two against one may not have been fair, but to say that such a game wasn't fun would have been a whole-hearted lie on your behalf.