[A second finger makes it feel even better, filling him up. Abbacchio bends over slightly, leaning more of his weight on Jotaro, not even trying to hide how he's openly groaning against him.]
S'good. Capo.
[Just a bit more. God, he wants to touch himself so bad--]
no subject
S'good. Capo.
[Just a bit more. God, he wants to touch himself so bad--]
I'm close. Please, capo.