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Through the dark, he could see the outline of Jotaro picking his way across their shared bedroom and slipping into the attached bathroom, surprisingly soft-stepped in the dark. A moment later, the shower hissed on, and Kakyoin sat up fully.
He had no intention of faking sleep any longer to let Jotaro slip into bed without protest. This behavior had to stop now. Jotaro couldn't keep treating his body like this, denying himself decent sleep and good food to work all night. He turned on the bedside lamp and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His body protested as he tossed the blankets aside, skin prickling in the cold bedroom, but he steeled himself. Kakyoin wasn't going to go easy on Jotaro.
Jotaro had clearly expected to sneak into bed without disturbing Kakyoin, and he froze in the doorway, a towel around his neck, dressed in only his briefs. His hair dripped down his shoulders, and Kakyoin stamped down on his instinct to draw Jotaro in and dry his hair properly, so he wouldn’t get a cold.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Jotaro mumbled.
“That’s not good enough, Jotaro. Maybe the first time, but not anymore.” Kakyoin flung himself out of bed, shuddering at the cold floor against his bare feet. He stalked up to Jotaro and prodded him in the collarbone. Jotaro stared down at the floor and reached for a hat brim that wasn’t there. This close up, he could smell the coffee and cigarettes on Jotaro’s breath: he’d been at the all-night cafe again, endlessly typing his doctoral thesis.
"We were supposed to have a nice evening in together," Kakyoin said venomously. "You said you'd stop overworking yourself, and here you are coming in at 2 in the morning and passing out on me. Mere days after promising me you'd pace yourself. You won't destroy yourself for this degree, I won't allow it."
Jotaro shook his head, but he had no retort, no way to defend himself. Graduate school was hell for both of them, but Kakyoin had managed to claw out a little time for intimacy. Jotaro, on the other hand, kept grinding away at his schoolwork until he was wan, exhausted, and most importantly, unkissed. This was far from the first time.
As he spoke, Hierophant Green coiled around Kakyoin’s limbs, preparing themself for a fight. They had left childish brawls in their teenage years, but Jotaro was behaving so poorly that Hierophant had readied themself on instinct.
“Can’t you just drop it? I’m sorry. Let’s just go to bed.” Jotaro reached out for Kakyoin’s shoulder, but he wouldn’t be coddled so easily.
“I don’t think so. You broke a promise, Jotaro. Don’t you think that deserves a punishment? Hierophant thinks so.” Hierophant Green snapped out, looping a tentacle around Jotaro’s extended hand and dragging him in. His bare feet skidded against the carpet, and he stumbled into Kakyoin’s range. Kakyoin’s stand was quick to snag Jotaro’s other wrist and bind them together.
Before Jotaro could topple over, dragged off balance as he was, Kakyoin stepped aside. Hierophant Green put their hands on his chest and shoved, knocking him down to the bed. As he fell, they unraveled into a cloud of thread that swirled around Jotaro, wrapping over his arms. They had done bondage play in the past, but never this thorough: within seconds, Jotaro's tied wrists were pinned to his chest in layers of emerald, leaving no skin showing. Without pause, they flowed down his legs, pinning them together in a sheath of shiny green.
Hierophant didn’t want to stop until none of Jotaro was left visible. As he bucked and tried to sit up, cursing in all the languages he knew, they traveled up his torso and neck. Jotaro’s skin vanished under more and more green.
It should have occurred to Jotaro to keep his mouth shut. In the midst of a very creative tirade, Hierophant narrowed down a few tentacles to near invisible threads and dove for his lips. By the time he realized and began to bite down, grinding his molars, they had already tumbled down his throat, too quick to stop.
“Knock that off, you’re ruining your enamel,” Kakyoin said absently, more focused on guiding Hierophant Green through Jotaro. Kakyoin had no intention to possess him, just to observe the mechanisms of his body—Jotaro couldn’t move, so why bother with control?
It always felt so breathtaking to explore Jotaro on the inside. Hierophant Green wove into his lungs and heart, followed his veins and arteries, laced along his spine. No other lover would be able to explore Jotaro’s most intimate places. It was a privilege meant for Kakyoin alone.
While he was luxuriating in the feeling of Jotaro’s lungs, Hierophant Green finished their work. The result brought to mind spiderweb, cocoons—there was something uncannily insectoid about the way Hierophant wrapped Jotaro up in a near-seamless, skin-tight bundle. At the end of their work, they had left only two gaps at his nostrils to let him breathe. Of course, it wasn't without precautions—Hierophant Green would feel if he began to lose circulation or struggled for air and know to ease their grip. Otherwise, he was completely helpless, reduced to a faint wiggle.
Jotaro didn’t fight back, though Star Platinum could have easily torn Hierophant Green away from his skin. Aside from some performative resistance, he let himself be encased, devoured, invaded. Already his struggles were weakening.
This had been Jotaro’s idea, after all.
"At least you're behaving yourself now," Kakyoin said, wondering if Jotaro could hear the shape of his smirk. "Why can't you be this sweet on a day to day basis? One could almost think that you were provoking me."
Jotaro let out a grunt, but there was no telling what it meant. Even if his mouth hadn't been blocked, Jotaro was too occupied to use language, once Hierophant Green had done their work. When he finally went still, relaxing as much as they allowed, Kakyoin wanted to giggle to himself.
"You're just so cute," Kakyoin whispered, unsure if Jotaro would hear him under the layers over his ears. "A precious little bundle for me to spoil." He sat on the bed and maneuvered Jotaro's bound head across his lap. Through the thin layers, he could feel the texture of Jotaro's hair, plastered to his forehead and straggling down his neck, messy from showering. The outside of his cocoon was slippery and cool, dotted with green fluids, but Kakyoin didn’t mind the way it smeared across his palms. Jotaro seemed to like it when he applied more pressure with each stroke; all those layers obviously dulled his sense of light touch.
With Hierophant Green so occupied, he had to reach for the bedside table himself, easing the top drawer open. Would it be better for Jotaro if he didn’t know what was coming? Well, it didn’t really matter if he heard Kakyoin pull out their shared vibrator and slip the batteries inside. It was inevitable that Kakyoin would torment him with it.
The first setting felt no more intense than a tickle, and Kakyoin ran it up the seam of Jotaro’s pinned thighs. He jolted, attempting to kick out, but it was easy to press his legs down into the mattress. How did it feel, through all that binding? To tempt him with unsatisfying vibrations or to overwhelm him with the strongest setting, one they never used because it felt like an attack—both options were thrilling. What would feel more like a punishment?
The former, Kakyoin decided. If he went too hard on Jotaro, he might orgasm on accident, and bad boys who overworked themselves weren’t allowed to come. Better to tease and skim the vibrator along, a threat that would never arrive. In his bundle, Jotaro shivered and let out little mewling sounds as Kakyoin traced his thighs with the vibrator.
“I wish I could keep you like this all the time,” Kakyoin whispered, pressing the vibrator down hard against the seam of Jotaro’s thighs. Jotaro whined and thrashed, and there was no knowing if he could even hear Kakyoin’s absurd thoughts. Maybe it’d be better if he didn’t.
“We could keep you on an IV, or leave a little slit at your mouth so I could feed and water you. No responsibilities anymore, no late nights or exams. All you’d have to do is lay still and be pampered. A moth that will never hatch. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
A little lower, now. With his legs pressed together so tightly, Kakyoin could see the bulge laying between, could even trace it with a finger. And were those Jotaro’s balls trapped between his thighs? How uncomfortable it must be... Jotaro’s whole body shivered as Kakyoin dragged the vibrator down. Through the whispers of his stand, he could know the moment Jotaro became hard, strained in such tight confines. It would begin to hurt before long.
“Mm, you would need a catheter too,” Kakyoin mused. To keep from overwhelming Jotaro, he lifted the vibrator to seek out his nipples underneath the bindings. They were hot little peaks, denting Hierophant’s strands, and Kakyoin made sure to give each equal attention. “As nice as it might be to make you wet yourself, it wouldn’t be good for your poor skin to be trapped with waste fluids. Would you like a catheter, Jotaro? Does the thought make you throb?”
Jotaro let out a tiny whine. Now, instead of jolting away, his body tried to press into the vibrations and the touch of Kakyoin’s fingers: he wanted more. And good boys who accepted their circumstances deserved a little positive reinforcement. He dragged the vibrator down Jotaro’s waist and pressed it firmly to the bulge of his crotch.
Jotaro felt so amazing from the inside, when Kakyoin let himself drift into the rhythms of his body. The flow of blood, the fluttering of his heart, even the way a little drool dripped from Jotaro’s bottom lip. Kakyoin could feel how blissful Jotaro was, wrapped up safe and cozy and full of pleasure. Ready to burst from just a little stimulation, almost virginal in his eagerness. Kakyoin wanted his stand to stay buried deep in Jotaro’s organs where he could always feel his vitality, his aliveness.
He pressed the vibrator in a little deeper, trying to feel out Jotaro’s glans, one of his favorite spots. Jotaro kept whimpering, an adorable noise for such a deep voice, and Kakyoin couldn’t help wanting to hear it again and again. Press... press... Until Jotaro’s body went rigid, spilling wet into Hierophant Green’s threads.
“Now, did I tell you you were allowed to finish? You’ve made a little mess in your sheath. I was planning to let you sleep like this all night, but you’ll be so uncomfortable once that dries. I guess we’re done for the night.” He stroked Jotaro’s head to soften his words. Next time, maybe he would consider a cock cage or a sounding rod, to keep all of Jotaro obedient.
From the sensations Kakyoin received from his stand, Jotaro was hot, dripping sweat inside the cocoon. He didn’t want that getting on their bedding, so he smoothed a bath towel over the duvet, ready to receive Jotaro. Jotaro was almost being born a second time, Kakyoin realized, feeling himself flush all over.
It seemed to take entire minutes for Hierophant Green to unfurl from his body, starting at the head: they truly had fed all of their meters into binding him. He gasped for air the moment his mouth was free, and Kakyoin had to admire how well he’d handled such a claustrophobic environment without hyperventilating or panicking.
Slick with sweat and Hierophant Green’s fluids, Jotaro sprawled out on the towel breathlessly. His briefs clung to him with semen, and Kakyoin teasingly snapped the waistband, watching him jump. “So messy,” he cooed. “You’ll need a second shower before you go to bed.”
“Don’t wanna move,” Jotaro slurred.
“Come on, you’ll feel terrible when all of that cools. Up, up.” With Hierophant’s help, Kakyoin managed to get him on his feet, and he reluctantly dripped his way to the bathroom.
“Was I too strict?”
“Could’ve been more strict,” Jotaro mumbled. “You know I like it when you’re mean.”
“If I did, we’d be up all night, and that would miss the point, don’t you think? We’ll have to schedule a really cruel session for you later.” Kakyoin swept the shower curtain aside, and Jotaro lowered himself into the tub. Once the water was warm, he began to rinse the sweat and green smears from Jotaro’s back. It must have felt like a sauna, struggling under all those layers; no wonder Jotaro had made a mess of himself.
Jotaro sagged against the rim of the tub, refusing to help with the process. Hierophant Green phased through the shower tile to cuddle Jotaro, and he busied himself with sloppily kissing across their mask.
He deserved a little spoiling after a display like that. Kakyoin was thorough, from Jotaro’s sweaty hair down to between his toes, making sure he was fresh enough to be allowed on their sheets. The warmth left him slack and pliant, and Kakyoin couldn’t resist planting extra kisses on each body part he washed and could reach.
“Doesn’t that feel better, my sweet boy?” Kakyoin asked, rubbing a towel over Jotaro’s dripping hair. “Tidy and ready for bed.” Jotaro nodded hazily, and Kakyoin swooped down to kiss his forehead last. He’d fucked the words out of Jotaro, it seemed.
“I’m prescribing a morning in for us both,” Kakyoin said, grimacing at the alarm clock. It was well past three in the morning now, and his eyelids were heavy from exhaustion and inappropriate stand usage. Jotaro sank deep into the mattress as he laid down, his limbs slack with relaxation, and Kakyoin knew he’d fall asleep within minutes. Subbing made him feel safe and peaceful in a way he needed more these days.
For Kakyoin, it wouldn’t be so easy. Seeing Jotaro so defenseless had really riled him up. Tugging down his pajama pants, he took himself in hand, jerking himself off in quick strokes as he watched Jotaro’s resting face. Eyelids closed, mouth parted; there was no one more beautiful. It wouldn’t take long to finish, with such a display.