[There's a sharp inhale from Abbacchio when Jotaro finally comes, the mess of it dripping down his face. He doesn't look bothered or offended, instead slowly licking his lips clean as he looks up at Jotaro, not yet making an effort to rinse off his face.
He looks good after having just finished. He'd wanted that inside of him, but he liked the idea of his come painting his face too. He wouldn't want it to be anyone else, which is a thought that spikes a bit of anxiety in him before he remembers to put that away.]
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He looks good after having just finished. He'd wanted that inside of him, but he liked the idea of his come painting his face too. He wouldn't want it to be anyone else, which is a thought that spikes a bit of anxiety in him before he remembers to put that away.]
That good, boss?