[Fuck. Honestly, he kind of wishes Jotaro was going to keep kissing him, and it takes a moment for his mind to catch up to the order. Right, okay, play that back.
His Stand approaches, static rushing over its form before it takes on Jotaro's appearance. Almost everything is right, except for the timer that's clearly on its brow, showing the exact time it'd just happened. A few seconds back, like he needs to know at least about how far back he's clocking it. The fucking in the closet was just the first choice he'd made.
Just like before, his chin is taken. It's weird; the pressure is exactly the same, and it even tastes like Jotaro did just a few seconds ago. The tongue is warm, swiping the inside of his mouth, and it's like an exact copy.]
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His Stand approaches, static rushing over its form before it takes on Jotaro's appearance. Almost everything is right, except for the timer that's clearly on its brow, showing the exact time it'd just happened. A few seconds back, like he needs to know at least about how far back he's clocking it. The fucking in the closet was just the first choice he'd made.
Just like before, his chin is taken. It's weird; the pressure is exactly the same, and it even tastes like Jotaro did just a few seconds ago. The tongue is warm, swiping the inside of his mouth, and it's like an exact copy.]
Fuck.