[It's unexpectedly intimate, the way Abbacchio surprises him by winding his hands around his neck. It keeps him close, yes, but something like this — it's closer to dancing than it is to fucking around, and it makes Jotaro wonder how much is an act for his benefit, and how much is really just the mood Abbacchio is in.
Well. He moves them a half-step, aligning Abbacchio more deliberately beneath the cascade of water from the shower head, and lets the suds start to rinse away properly.]
Sì, certo.
[In the wake of the sudsy water streaming down Abbacchio's back, he traces his hand down and follows the river to the cleft of his ass, rubbing lightly at his entrance before pressing a finger inside. This time, though, his goal isn't to stretch him or finger him; what he's up to gradually becomes apparent as he rubs against Abbacchio's inner walls, looking for his prostate.]
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[It's unexpectedly intimate, the way Abbacchio surprises him by winding his hands around his neck. It keeps him close, yes, but something like this — it's closer to dancing than it is to fucking around, and it makes Jotaro wonder how much is an act for his benefit, and how much is really just the mood Abbacchio is in.
Well. He moves them a half-step, aligning Abbacchio more deliberately beneath the cascade of water from the shower head, and lets the suds start to rinse away properly.]
Sì, certo.
[In the wake of the sudsy water streaming down Abbacchio's back, he traces his hand down and follows the river to the cleft of his ass, rubbing lightly at his entrance before pressing a finger inside. This time, though, his goal isn't to stretch him or finger him; what he's up to gradually becomes apparent as he rubs against Abbacchio's inner walls, looking for his prostate.]