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Your back and your front. If I keep this up pretty soon I'll have all of you.

[Kakyoin squirms up to kiss him, and with that light brush of his lips, Jotaro's breathing goes still. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to do anything except let that happen and absorb it all while it lasts.]

I get it. I do. It was just important to me...y'know. That you know how I felt.

[One eye slides open, just a touch.]

Can I kiss you back? It's okay if it's not.

You don't want the sinuses. They're going to be a nightmare in a month or two. The rest is fine, I suppose.

[ The rest is fine. It's not true, but it's not really a lie so much as just plain fucking ridiculous. He nods in response to the question, trying for a moment to squirm his way up further before just deciding that Jotaro can lean his head forward instead. The kiss this time is somewhere around the corner of his lips. Closer, but not quite there. ]

Yeah.

Don't tell me what to do. I'll take what I want.

[He laughs a little again, this time accompanied by a throaty, rumbling growl that's pure Sanguis, almost a purr but for the fact that it's too lupine to properly be called one.

The hand at the nape of his neck presses a touch more emphatically now, like a caution not to move, and at length Jotaro lifts his head and angles his chin and catches Kakyoin's lower lip between his own — the closest yet to a proper kiss, and yet still not quite there.

Two can play at that game, after all.]

[ Whatever tension was in him from trying to word his apprehensions fades at that growl. He's not quite certain why, but he would be as confident as he ever is with uncertainty at guessing 'something to do with the moon'. For the moment, he doesn't have it in him to question it. Not when he's falling still at Jotaro's touch. Not when there's an almost-kiss trapping his lip between Jotaro's.

He doesn't say anything at first, because if he speaks then his lips will move. He'll break contact. He can't say anything until he slips the hand he was using to scratch Jotaro's ears behind his head, pushing it forward just a little more. Just enough so that when he does speak, there's no space between them. His lips move against Jotaro's, speech slightly distorted by a second pair of lips in the way of it. ]

Do it properly.

It's cute how you still think you're in charge.

[He says, like he wouldn't give Kakyoin anything he asked for right now because he's Kakyoin, like Sanguis wouldn't give him anything he asked for right now because he's Iris.

If he had it in him to stop and think, it might cross his mind how strange it is to finally find himself kissing Kakyoin, when he'd wondered for so long how it would feel to do it. He's wondered about it since before Lunatia, since before even those scars were set into place against Kakyoin's eyes. He's never really stopped wondering, even after it seemed like something that would never come to pass to begin with.

He doesn't have it in him to stop and think. Not when he's entirely preoccupied with changing the angle of his chin just that fraction more, and slanting his mouth against Kakyoin's the way it's supposed to be, without all the fussing and teasing.]

[ Does he need to respond to that? Probably not. Tempting as it is to say that it's a good thing Jotaro finds it appealing because he is, in fact, still in charge, he has better things to do with his mouth.

But it is really tempting to assert how in charge he is.

The imperfections are frustrating. He keeps bumping his nose against Jotaro's. He knows full well that he's been biting his lip for the last week and that the skin of it is rough and lumpy. It's been at least four hours since he brushed his teeth. It only occurs to him about halfway through that he should probably close his eyes rather than just staring at Jotaro's eyelashes from a few millimetres away. He's doing it wrong and he knows this is something that Jotaro has done more than him and that he'll know he's doing it wrong that's irritating and humiliating and

and it's worth the imperfections. He can worry about perfection later. For now, the hand he was using to push Jotato's head around settles in his hair. The fingers of his other hand dig into the cloth of his shirt, holding on tightly. Even if he's not so much kissing as just kind of putting his mouth on Jotaro's mouth it's all he's wanted since the early afternoon of November 28th. ]

Hmm.

[If Kakyoin were really in charge, he'd be the one timing when they ultimately broke away from each other, and since it's Jotaro who eventually does that, this is clear proof that he is, in fact, totally the one in charge.

He doesn't go far, though; he just sets them back to the way they were before, with their lips resting lightly together, with just a sliver of space between them left for words. Just close enough that it still brushes like a butterfly's wings when they talk.]

Mine now. Ha ha.

'Now'.

[ Because really, that's always been true. Jotaro's only just figured it out. He could probably think of a more clever retort if he tried, but he doesn't want to. He wants to be a Jotaro's-thing. ]

You're going to regret this, you know. I'm going to sleep like this and you'll be stuck.

You weigh about as much as a bunch of grapes.

[He lets his head fall back like a punkass, feigning laziness and complete disinterest in the terrible, terrible fate he's been consigned to.]

I could lift you even without Star's help. M'not worried.

You could. But you're not going to.

[ Because he's in charge. He kisses Jotaro again, lightly, and brings his hand back up to his ears. ]

You've traded your freedom for ear scratches, Jotaro Kujo. You have no-one to blame but yourself.

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