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Over the years, Kakyoin had developed this really fucking specific fixation on what kind of sounds he could get Jotaro to make.
Jotaro knew he was responsible for that. Of course, Kakyoin was the one who ran with it; he’d always been the one who focused on things like that, to the point that it was a challenge for him, because he took immense delight in chasing after what others would’ve given up on long ago. That was especially true when it came to facets of Jotaro he would’ve been content to otherwise ignore, were it only up to him, and so Jotaro had unintentionally spurred on this particular interest of Kakyoin’s by being so quiet during sex as a general rule.
Even in the span of the decade they’d been back together properly, he’d only recently begun to feel comfortable being anything close to noisy. He would certainly never rival how talkative Kakyoin was—teasing words and dirty phrases spilled from the other man’s mouth so naturally, like he didn’t have to think about them and they just came to be. Jotaro was sure that was the case, and in his own daily life, he never much considered what he said, either. But there was something about sex that made him hyper-aware and self-conscious to an unsettling degree, and even though Kakyoin had figured out how to work with that pretty quickly—how to use it to their advantage, really, because that change in perception meant he could get under Jotaro’s skin in ways that were normally never possible—Jotaro’s acceptance of those feelings was a lot more tenuous.
As he got older, it did become easier to just relax and go along with those things, rather than actively fighting against them. And Jotaro knew Kakyoin enjoyed it when he managed to get past all the bullshit in his head that wanted to hold him back from being fully present, so he tried to. Kakyoin put so much effort into making sure Jotaro had a good time, because that was what excited him the most, and Jotaro wanted to make sure he was giving him back as much as he could.
The issue was that Kakyoin was a little too creative sometimes. That had helped a lot when they began navigating their relationship again, because they knew it was never going to be as easy as it had been when they were seventeen. Back then, they hadn’t needed much more than a few minutes of fumbling hands and they were both taken care of; now, Kakyoin primarily got off through working Jotaro up, and some creative uses of their Stands. The simplest methods for him to achieve pleasure suddenly becoming unavailable was the reason he’d grown even more adaptable to any situation. If there was a night when Jotaro couldn’t get past his mental blocks on his own, or he was just feeling quieter, that was fine—Kakyoin could get what he was looking for in another way, and he would. The plus was that whatever he did to accomplish that usually embarrassed Jotaro enough that he responded more anyway, so it really only encouraged the other man, seeing his tactics pay off in multiple areas.
That was why he currently had a few smaller tendrils from Hierophant Green holding Jotaro open as a larger one thrust inside him sloppily, leaking a copious amount of viridian fluid so every movement was wet and squelching—because Kakyoin was getting off on how depraved it sounded, on making Jotaro noisy in a way he couldn’t even control, and Jotaro’s light moans and grunts at the sensation were just a bonus. Jotaro had already cum after Hierophant started fucking him properly, once they progressed past all the teasing at the beginning that Kakyoin loved to draw out, but that wasn’t a deterrent. There was plenty of time for more, and it had the additional benefit of relaxing Jotaro, making him pliant and ready for what would come next, once Kakyoin had his fill of seeing his partner lain back, spread wide open for him by his Stand. They had the house to themselves for the next few hours, and Kakyoin had to leave on Monday to do a job for the Speedwagon Foundation, so they intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.
It really hadn’t been a consideration before—that they’d need to start coordinating sex around the comings-and-goings of Jotaro’s daughter. Up until then, she’d only stayed with them on occasional weekends, but she had a new relationship with a girl, which was why the house that he and Kakyoin shared had become the place to go after their dates, or when they just wanted to hang around. Her mom knew she was bi and was relatively fine with that, but her mother’s approval of the actual relationship wasn’t the primary motivation to stay elsewhere, anyway.
The draw of Jotaro’s house was that Jolyne knew he had no basis to lecture her on the alcohol her of-age girlfriend could easily supply, since her great-grandfather had helpfully revealed all the shit her father did as a teenager, just to ensure that parenting would be even harder for him than it already was. In all honesty, he didn’t really care at this point—she was already an adult; the American drinking age was just that fucking asinine—but it kind-of worked out that it seemed like he was doing her a favour, and it wasn’t bad to have them around. They mainly hung out in the room she had there, and Jotaro certainly liked her girlfriend a lot better than any of the guys he’d had the misfortune of meeting.
Unfortunately, the nights they wanted to crash at his house always seemed to coincide with the nights he and Kakyoin had free (and weren’t too tired), so it was convenient that Jolyne had texted him earlier to tell him that they were going to eat somewhere first and then come back later. That would provide a few uninterrupted hours, at least, and Kakyoin was eager to make the most of the time afforded once Jotaro told him about their plans, given the girls had already spent the last two nights there and he needed to finish packing the next evening.
That was the impetus for Kakyoin to plan what he’d planned, which was usually a ‘special occasion’ kind of activity, because it always took a little convincing for Jotaro to go along with. He actually really enjoyed it—he just didn’t enjoy admitting how much he enjoyed it. So now there were about five of Hierophant’s tentacles buried in Jotaro’s ass, probing him open to get him ready for what was to come, while the others lazily curled around his upper body, stroking over his skin reassuringly.
Kakyoin was reclining against the headboard with some strategically-placed pillows behind him, a longer one under his knees to keep his legs propped up and comfortable, while Jotaro was at the foot of the bed, right in front of him for the optimal view. Kakyoin had been periodically stroking himself throughout, but it took a lot longer if he was going to cum, which was why these sessions tended to go on for as long as they did. It wasn’t that he needed to do it for the pleasure—that was mostly disconnected from the function, even if Hierophant allowed him to experience more of a sympathetic nervous response than he would’ve otherwise. His orgasm tended to be another thing entirely, mostly brought about by mental excitement and stimulation of other areas. Actually ejaculating was still desirable, however, when they could get it to happen, because it relaxed his muscles really well, and helped with some of the nerve pain temporarily. But he couldn’t stay consistently hard for very long, and while there were different ways to compensate for that—the most reliable method was a cock ring and a vibrator while Jotaro rode him—more often than not, it was just easier and more fun for their Stands to act as proxy. They were fortunate to have an option that a lot of others in similar situations didn’t, so why not take advantage of it?
The main tentacle that was fucking Jotaro started to pulse and swell, releasing more fluid, and Jotaro finally moaned properly with it. It had been at least an hour since they got home, and Kakyoin had toyed with him nonstop since then. He was so overstimulated and wrecked that he was about to break past the point of caring what he looked like, what he sounded like—which was exactly what Kakyoin wanted, what he always worked for.
Kakyoin grinned and said teasingly, “Is it time for the big boy to join us, then?”
The expanded tentacle thrust a few more times, deep enough that Jotaro finally felt all the formless arousal he’d built up over the last half hour begin to direct itself back to his cock. He kept wondering when his body would start telling him that he was getting too old for these marathon sessions, but he’d hit forty and there still wasn’t much of a difference—his unique circumstance of having a partner who could manipulate a throbbing tentacle up his ass while another pressed into his prostate was likely the reason for that, along with his dedicated exercise routine. He did have a harder time catching his breath on occasion (he still needed to kick his weakness for a stress-smoke, however infrequent), but overall, the mental blocks were far more of an inhibitor than his body ever was. But he felt really good right now, and when Hierophant’s tentacle slid from his ass with a loud sucking sound as all the fluid that had been held inside him released, he moaned again, bold enough to be shameless about it so Kakyoin knew he was in the right place, feeling sufficiently used and ready to be fucked within an inch of his mind. Because Kakyoin wanted that, and he wanted it too. It was freeing to the point of exhilaration, when he could actually reach the level of comfort that allowed him to admit that to himself.
Just when he was ready to summon Star Platinum, the sound of the front door closing echoed through what had been a previously empty and silent house, save for them. Immediately, Jotaro froze. Kakyoin tipped back his head, swearing to the ceiling, before the footsteps echoing down the hall reached their door. Then there was a knock.
“Hey, so I don’t know if you got my text, but the place we wanted to go was fucking packed,” Jolyne said, her voice muffled through the door. “There was some party or something and they booked half the restaurant, so we just went to the store and picked up stuff to make enchiladas. Is it alright if we hog the kitchen?”
“That’s fine,” Kakyoin called out to her, keeping his voice even. Jotaro lay in the pile of ruined towels they’d put out beforehand, doing his best not to make a fucking sound and willing this nightmare to end swiftly.
“Okay. Did you want some? Or did you already eat?”
“We didn’t have dinner yet, but we’ll just…sort that out in a bit,” Kakyoin said, fumbling in his haste to move her along.
That was really out-of-character for him, and Jolyne must’ve picked up on something being amiss, because after a too-long moment she asked, “Dad’s in there with you, right?”
“Yeah,” Kakyoin answered weakly.
“Alright…” she continued after another pause. “Well, we got enough ingredients to make extra, so we’ll just put the rest in the fridge… And I think we’re gonna like, turn the music up really loud—if that’s cool.”
“That would be especially cool,” Kakyoin replied with clear relief. Jotaro shoved his face into the mattress to ignore how obvious a giveaway that was. The damage had been guaranteed, no matter what they did.
The footsteps receded, back towards the kitchen, and there was the sound of a brief conversation with no discernible words before music started pumping through the house. Jotaro sat himself up with a sigh, meeting Kakyoin’s searing gaze.
Ever the persistent bastard, Kakyoin went right back to where they’d left off. “So? Where’s Star?” he asked.
“Give me a minute,” Jotaro muttered. The interruption had swiftly removed him from the security of the cozy space in his mind he’d been occupying, and he wasn’t even sure he could get back there, now that he was acutely aware of himself again thanks to the fact that they were no longer alone. The thumping beat in the background would cover up what they were doing, but it was also a distinct reminder of the intrusion.
“Just bring Star out,” Kakyoin persisted. “He’ll help calm you down.”
Hierophant began slithering around his torso again as if to punctuate the point, gently squeezing and releasing in short intervals. Jotaro sighed, reluctantly closing his eyes. In that instant, the large, violet humanoid that was his Stand phased into being behind him, cushioning Jotaro’s back and holding him under the arms to support him, as Hierophant immediately abandoned that duty in favour of greeting the other Stand. Jotaro tilted his head back so he could look up at Star’s inquisitive face peering down at him. Hierophant had changed to his own humanoid form—partially, at least, because he never really bothered with the legs anymore—and was leaning over Star’s shoulder, pressed against his neck, the touch registering on Jotaro’s skin just the same.
“Hi,” Jotaro said flatly. Star gave him a little grunt in return.
“I’m sorry, Star.” Kakyoin’s tone was sweet, but his smile was calculating. “We had him all ready for you, but it looks like he might need a little more attention now. Do you want to take care of him?”
It was a pretty ridiculous concept, in theory. Kakyoin was essentially asking Jotaro to take care of himself—to go to the extent of dominating himself, according to Kakyoin’s direction, and get his own head back to that space where he felt good and was unabashed putty in Kakyoin’s grip—but that was the intent. It was all about getting Jotaro to accept and relinquish and let go, and what better way to do that than by having him submit to a reflection of his inner self? To do that was to force him to admit that he deserved the care, that he was worthy of receiving it, because when it came from an external source like Kakyoin, he could pretend like that wasn’t the case. It annoyed him, but it always had the desired effect.
That was why Kakyoin loved having Star there, while Jotaro would rail against the request at first. He just couldn’t hide anything this way. His Stand gave up all his feelings without hesitation when Kakyoin was involved, so having him out forced Jotaro’s hand flat on the table and face-up, in plain view for the other. That was clear, when as soon as Kakyoin posed the question, Star answered with an enthusiastic affirmative and pulled Jotaro back over his knees, hugging around his middle. Jotaro felt himself heating as Star held him there, the Stand’s erection growing to match Jotaro’s own when the embarrassment fucked with his head even more, pushing aside the loincloth that had no hope of covering it. Kakyoin sat there, watching it play out, and grinned, so goddamn satisfied as always.
The fact that Star was the only person—or being, rather—that could make Jotaro feel small always got to him. Kakyoin could make him feel small in the dominated, mental way, but never like this. Never like he was surrounded, all encompassed and at another’s mercy without anything like ropes or ties being involved. Star could grab him and move him around however he wanted, entirely capable of manhandling his user, and since that was such a rare sensation, it made it hit so much harder every time.
Maybe Star operating as an extension of himself should’ve taken away some of the thrill, but in this kind of situation, it didn’t, because Jotaro wasn’t operating on his own will here. Kakyoin was still in control—Jotaro was only answering to his instincts of what Kakyoin wanted, which wasn’t the same as his own, conscious thought. Jotaro would think one thing, how he was embarrassed by Star’s huge cock resting against his back, but the instinctual part of him was aroused by it, just like Kakyoin was. Something like that always led to Star acting before Jotaro could even will him to: in this case, lifting him up and rubbing the tip over his hole, which escalated the situation even further. There was no way for Jotaro to predict what was coming next when he couldn’t think straight himself.
“He’s such a slutty boy,” Kakyoin casually commented to Star. “You should’ve seen him earlier when Hierophant was in his ass. Do you want to watch next time?”
Star grunted again and tested Jotaro’s asshole with the head of his cock, breaching it slightly before he pulled Jotaro off. It made his ass clench around absolutely nothing and nearly fucking broke him, just for how it wrenched the pit of his stomach, being denied like that. He twisted in Star’s grasp, frustrated and desperate, but Star held him firm, still waiting for something.
“Star,” Kakyoin chided, fixing his gaze on the large Stand currently restraining his partner. “Are you trying to be a bad boy? You almost started without my permission, didn’t you? You’re lucky that you caught yourself when you did—otherwise you know you’d be in a lot of trouble, right?”
Star nodded back to Kakyoin obediently while Jotaro resisted the urge to demand more, to have his Stand shirk Kakyoin’s commands in favour of just fucking him hard and fast, and fucking now, leaving the consequences to be dealt with later. But he was far too loyal to Kakyoin, deep down—that was extremely apparent, by what had just happened.
“What do you want then, Jojo? You’ll need to ask nicely if you want something.”
Jotaro locked eyes with Kakyoin, seeing in the other’s expression that he had no choice but to go along with it, and heaved a sigh before he ground back onto Star’s cock, to make his arousal spike again and give him the push he needed. His ass was actually aching from all the teasing, everything Kakyoin had put him through earlier, and he just wanted it fucking filled.
“I want him to fuck me. I want his cock and I want him to fuck me.”
“Is that right? And how will we get him to do that?”
“Tell him to fuck me,” Jotaro pleaded. “Please, just tell him to fuck me.”
“A little bossy,” Kakyoin mused, but he looked up to Star and nodded. “Put him down, then.”
At his command, Star pushed Jotaro off his lap onto all fours, settling him right before Kakyoin’s feet. Then Hierophant’s tentacles came back, wrapping around Jotaro’s legs and up to the cleft of his ass, where they pumped more lubrication between the cheeks. A couple more trailed over his stomach, eventually latching onto his nipples so they could squeeze and tweak the hard peaks that had formed, while Star spread his ass apart and prodded him with the blunt tip.
“Start nice and slow,” Kakyoin directed the Stand. “Make him feel it.”
Star began pushing inside and Jotaro dipped his head down, clenching his fists and tensing the muscles of his forearms he was now holding himself up with. This part always felt the strangest, the most overwhelming, because he had to adjust to not only the sensation of his Stand’s massive dick entering him, but the phantom pressure he felt on his own cock in return. It was ultimately rewarding, however, making arousal pool low in his gut from the stretch. When Star finally bottomed out, he groaned, feeling himself flex and tighten around his Stand’s cock from both sides.
“You always look so fucking sexy when you’re split open on his dick,” Kakyoin said, obviously pleased with the view he’d orchestrated for himself.
Jotaro lifted his head enough to look up at him from below his lashes. Kakyoin was back to jerking himself off, although he was still exceptionally relaxed. A few of Hierophant’s tentacles that weren’t occupied with massaging Jotaro’s chest were creeping under his shirt, probably heading to his scar tissue where he was the most sensitive, meaning that would likely change soon.
“Is he big enough for you? We haven’t fucked you with anything as big as him in awhile. Did you miss him? How good is he making you feel?”
“I missed him,” Jotaro answered dutifully, pushing back into Star’s slow, measured thrusts. “I missed how big he is. He feels really fucking good.”
“I can tell. He’s so big but your ass takes him so easily. A slutty hole like yours just can’t get enough, right?”
Jotaro shivered uncontrollably and Star gripped his hips harder to steady him, still fucking him at a pace that was now becoming agonizingly slow. His cock was lightly bouncing against his stomach and his balls were starting to pull up, but he wasn’t going to get off until Kakyoin let Star go harder, move faster.
“Oh, is that fucking with you, baby?” Kakyoin observed with a lilt. “You’re so sweet. I don’t think it should be a surprise to you anymore, that your pussy’s always so greedy to be filled. But that’s really cute. If you’d like to come up here I can make you feel better.”
Jotaro nodded in relief and pushed himself back up. Star had to pull out of him so he could move and he bit back a whine at the loss, but it was worth it for the chance to crawl over Kakyoin’s lap and settle atop him. Kakyoin’s arms wrapped around Jotaro’s back in a warm embrace that melted the last functioning parts of himself. It meant that Kakyoin had him and was taking all the responsibility of leading, of keeping Jotaro going. The only thing Jotaro needed to do now was let his subconscious fuck him into submission.
Star adjusted his legs so he was bent back properly, poised over Kakyoin’s thighs, and Jotaro braced himself against the headboard as Kakyoin’s fingers dug into the meat of his ass, spreading him apart. Star thrust in at Kakyoin’s nod, the force of it far more punishing this time. Jotaro let out a strangled cry, curling over Kakyoin’s chest. Kakyoin pressed a few kisses into his neck before Jotaro felt Star bend over his shoulder, obviously wanting more. Kakyoin caressed his Stand’s face, prompting Star to pillow his cheek in his palm, and there was a brief pause as the Stand savoured the touch before Kakyoin commanded, “Take him hard, dear.”
For something so large and with so much raw energy, Star Platinum had a lot of control, and the ability to be very careful when needed. But when he used his brute strength to the fullest extent, it was incomparable, and that was why Jotaro kept his hands planted on the headboard as his Stand started fucking him brutally, so he would absorb the shock of Star’s unconstrained thrusts. He was still being rocked into Kakyoin, along with the bed, but he’d kept most of his weight off the other’s lap, which was the important part. Kakyoin wouldn’t be able to feel it if he were hurt from friction, or being jostled too roughly in the wrong way (which had caused a few incidents while on assignment with the Foundation that he thought were hilarious—Jotaro didn’t find them quite as amusing), and they had to be careful of that. His injury didn’t mean that he was completely devoid of pain below the site of it, either. He had a lot of nerve pain, and other uncomfortable sensations that he sometimes couldn’t find the words to properly describe, even with his extensive vocabulary, so Jotaro always did his best to avoid adding to that in any way.
Meanwhile, Star was bending his back with each snap of his powerful hips, but that felt good in the moment. It made the thrusts feel like they hit deeper and deeper each time, like the Stand’s cock was plunging so far into him that he was striking the arousal burning in Jotaro’s stomach with the tip of it. Jotaro felt so fucked and full to the point that his mouth was hanging open, and he couldn’t hold back the little grunts and moans that fell from his lips at each thrust. Technically he was looking at the weave of the upholstered headboard that was right in front of him, but he wasn’t actually seeing it. He was out-of-focus and dazed to the extent that if it weren’t for his desperate need to please Kakyoin, the desperate need for Star to just keep fucking him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to make his Stand do anything.
Kakyoin pulled his head down and started kissing him, biting and tugging at his lower lip. “You’re such a good boy, Jojo,” he said in a hushed tone, speaking the words over Jotaro’s mouth. “Do you think there’s anyone else out there who can take cock as good as you do?”
“No,” Jotaro choked out, his eyes closing as Kakyoin kissed him and brushed his thumb over the corner of his lips. The digit hooked there, pulling his mouth open slightly.
“Why do you love it so much? Hm? Why do you love having such a huge cock stuck up your ass?”
“Because I’m a fucking slut,” Jotaro gasped out. Star was still fucking him, still just as deep, and saying the words aloud only made his gut churn, made his cock twitch and his balls pull up tighter. He was getting so tantalizingly close.
Kakyoin’s thumb dropped, holding Jotaro’s lower lip down and taut before it dragged from Jotaro’s mouth, letting his lip bounce back into place. “That’s right. You’re a giant fucking slut for giant cock and you take it like you were made for it. You can feel it—” Kakyoin said, placing his hands back on Jotaro’s ass, beneath Star’s hold on his hips— “right here.” Hierophant’s tentacles were tracing around his entrance where Star had him speared, thin ones that were looking to join in with the other Stand’s dick, once they were done teasing. Star couldn’t actually cum, so Kakyoin usually had Hierophant assist in simulating the feeling. “You’re so open for him, even though he’s so big. I can still fit more in there, can’t I?”
Hierophant’s tentacles flattened and slid inside, rubbing the ridge along the crown of Star’s cock and beginning to pulse and swell around the member as they prepared to release their viscous fluid when Jotaro orgasmed. Then Kakyoin felt merciful enough to wrap his hand around Jotaro’s leaking erection and started jacking him off in time with Star’s thrusts. Jotaro’s breaths were growing heavier, more ragged, as the muscles in his gut continued to tense and constrict. His dick was so fucking stiff, hot and absolutely aching, gripped in the pressure of Kakyoin’s fist.
As feverish as his mind felt, he still wanted to give Kakyoin something in return, so Jotaro managed to take one hand off the headboard, even with Star slamming into him so hard that just keeping himself from buckling had him shaking with exertion. He trailed his free hand up Kakyoin’s stomach and pulled the soft fabric of his shirt along with it, skimming the discolouration that covered most of his abdomen. The touch was so light, just the tips of his fingers, and Jotaro barely made contact with the skin, but that was the intention. Now that Kakyoin had worked himself up to the edge through toying with Jotaro, he only needed that kind of tease—a suggestion, even—at his most sensitive spot, and that would push him over.
Kakyoin jerked and hunched over, shuddering violently. His grip squeezed around Jotaro’s cock and Jotaro couldn’t stop himself from moaning. Then Star sunk back into him and it hit so right, so fucking right, that he finally spilled into Kakyoin’s hand with heady, mind-numbing relief. The waves of pleasure crashed into him while his Stand continued thrusting vigorously, plunging in and burying himself satisfyingly deep until Jotaro was sated enough to will him still.
In tandem, the sticky wet of Hierophant’s release had slowly coated Jotaro’s insides and surrounded Star’s cock, giving an extra dimension to the feeling as Kakyoin’s hand stroked him through to the last dregs of his orgasm. It had him shivering by the end of it, and he had to wait for the tremors running through his body to subside so he could start to slowly relax. He felt really fucking unsteady; it was taking a concerted effort to keep himself upright, all the tension he’d held in his muscles until his climax now rushing out. Thankfully, Kakyoin had already grabbed a tissue and was wiping his hand with it, moving to Jotaro’s softening cock after he was done, so getting to lie down was in sight at last, once the Stands removed themselves.
Hierophant slid out first, the tendrils dragging some of the gelatinous fluid out with them. Star was next, and though he pulled out carefully, slow, Jotaro still winced when the tip slid past the tender muscle at his entrance, more of Hierophant’s slick oozing out with it. After all that play and being stuffed full for so long, the sudden emptiness never really felt good, and without the distraction, the majority of his attention was redirected elsewhere—like to how fucking sore his back already felt, and how the liquid Hierophant excreted never really warmed, so it was cold and slimy as it ran down his legs.
“Hopefully you’ll still be feeling that when I leave,” Kakyoin said with a satisfied grin.
Jotaro let his weight drop onto his knees and slumped against Kakyoin’s chest, eager to rest while Kakyoin had Hierophant take care of the clean-up. “I think my back definitely will,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and pillowing his head over Kakyoin’s shoulder. Then he brought up something he’d noticed earlier, when Kakyoin was cleaning off his hand: “You didn’t cum.”
“No. I think I was close, but then I was sufficiently distracted.” Jotaro huffed out a laugh—distracted by his endless streams of profanity, was what he meant. “We can try while we’re in the shower.”
Jotaro always kept Star out until Kakyoin said a proper goodbye, because he was insistent on that, for whatever reason, and that was what he made sure to do next. “You did a wonderful job today,” he told the Stand, looking at him over Jotaro’s shoulder. “We’ll have even more fun once I’m back. But I’ll miss you until then.”
Hierophant wove himself around the other Stand in his own farewell, which made for a nice hugging sensation. Then Jotaro was allowed to dismiss Star and wipe his mind entirely blank while Kakyoin and Hierophant took care of cleaning him. Kakyoin pulled a blanket over him after, and Jotaro languished in his arms for as long as he could, until it was a reasonable worry that he might accidentally cut off the circulation in Kakyoin’s legs if he didn’t move.
When he did finally roust himself and check his phone, he saw the text from Jolyne a couple hours earlier that had been meant to notify him of the change in plans, along with another one sent after it: I thought there was a rule about no closed doors when boys are over.
Jotaro quickly shot back, Don’t test your luck or I’ll reinstate it and add girls in there too.
“Is she mad at us?” Kakyoin asked once Jotaro looked back up from his phone.
Another text chimed in: There’s leftovers in the fridge, asshole, with an unamused emoji face.
“No, she’s fine,” Jotaro said, showing him the phone. Kakyoin laughed and Jotaro hoisted him up so they could go have a much-needed shower.