[He makes him wait longer than he strictly needs to, but that's what he wants — more of those soft whines, to push him further down into a state of placid calm. It feels good to train all that spite out of him, Jotaro muses. Feels good to watch his little brat behave.]
Good. You're done, come back up here and rinse.
[Only — he's far from unaffected by the feeling of Abbacchio's mouth wrapped around him for this long, and it's so tempting to relieve that pressure that he can't help but amend his previous thought.]
Or I could come on your face first. How would you like that?
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Good. You're done, come back up here and rinse.
[Only — he's far from unaffected by the feeling of Abbacchio's mouth wrapped around him for this long, and it's so tempting to relieve that pressure that he can't help but amend his previous thought.]
Or I could come on your face first. How would you like that?