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After Jotaro shuts off the lamp and leans back into the mattress slowly, letting out a soft breath as his back hits the plush, sinking into it and letting the springs support him, he can hear the door creak open.
He squints with his good eye, briefly overlaid with Star Platinum’s vision to see through the darkness and double check, and-
It’s Kakyoin, the glowing green of Hierophant’s tendrils quietly extending from him to guide him to the bed giving him away just as much as the silhouette he takes against their glow, sleepy purple eyes behind reflective glasses staring right at Jotaro, face framed by his long hair. He catches Jotaro’s gaze and his wide mouth quirks up into a small smile, and something in Jotaro that always feels like a rushing river right between his ribs relaxes a little.
Jotaro blinks, willing Star Platinum’s vision away, and closes his eyes, waiting.
Kakyoin makes his way to the bed and parks his wheelchair next to his nightstand, the small creaks of the aid scratching something in Jotaro’s brain, making him relax a little more. There’s a few more cracks, small audible puffs of exhales as Kakyoin situates himself, and Jotaro peaks open an eye to see Hierophant lifting Kakyoin from the chair as a mass of tentacles, moving him over to the bed. He could walk, but evidently chose not to tonight. Jotaro hums, closing his eye again, only to shoot them open, letting out an oof when Kakyoin has Hierophant gracelessly flop him on top of Jotaro.
Kakyoin echoes the sound, grunting, and Jotaro groans. “Noriaki,” he complains breathlessly, and Kakyoin chuckles, his breath fanning across Jotaro’s collarbones, making Jotaro swallow. Kakyoin shifts and Jotaro wheezes because now his elbow is digging right underneath his sternum, and ow-
“Noriaki,” Jotaro complains again, louder, his voice husky with exhaustion, and Kakyoin chuckles again.
“Hi, Jojo,” Kakyoin murmurs, and Jotaro lets out a puff of breath, bringing his arms up and around Kakyoin, pinning him to his chest. Kakyoin hums, almost like a purr, and wriggles a bit to get more comfortable, making Jotaro hiss as his elbow is pressed into his soft body again.
“Your elbow’s digging into my stomach,” Jotaro grumbles, fingers tangling into the rusty brown hair fanned all over Kakyoin’s back, and Kakyoin snorts.
“Maybe you should move your stomach then,” Kakyoin teases, and Jotaro scoffs. He brings one hand up to feel around Kakyoin’s face, which gets him a strangled noise of displeasure, but he finds the frames of his glasses and gently pries them away, reaching out to the side to set them on Kakyoin’s nightstand before returning the hand to Kakyoin’s back.
“Don’t be an asshole,” Jotaro replies, closing his eyes even as Kakyoin presses down again and he winces. “Come on, you’re the one laying on top of me, I can’t go anywhere like this.”
Kakyoin hums. “Your argument would be more persuasive if you weren’t cuddling me.”
Jotaro feels blood rush up his neck, embarrassment creeping over him like sunlight creeping into a crevice as midday arrives, warm and inescapable. “We are not cuddling.”
Kakyoin chuckles again, his own voice dipping into husky, exhausted tones, even as he reaches up and pecks a small kiss against the underside of Jotaro’s jaw. “Mm, okay, whatever you say.”
Jotaro scoffs, but it’s a bit too wheezy to be taken seriously, and he can feel Kakyoin smirk against the skin of his shoulder.
Rolling his eye, Jotaro removes a hand from Kakyoin’s back again, gently reaching between them to grab hold of Kakyoin’s upper arm. He gently pulls it away, freeing his sternum from the impalement of Kakyoin’s sharp joint, and Kakyoin lets him, only sighing softly against his chest.
After moving the arm and depositing it next to him rather than on him, Jotaro goes back to wrapping both arms around Kakyoin, squeezing him tighter than before. He takes a deep breath, and his sinuses are filled with lavender – Kakyoin’s…shampoo? Conditioner? Jotaro isn’t sure what it is, but he knows it’s in his hair. He knows he likes it.
Kakyoin lets out a soft grumble but allows it, and something in Jotaro, right between his ribs, squeezes.
“I’ll have a bruise, you know,” Jotaro complains, and Kakyoin snorts. “Right on my chest, it’s gonna be so sore,” Jotaro continues pressing, and Kakyoin lets out an actual laugh then, and he smiles, his teeth peeking from his lips.
“If you get a bruise, I’ll kiss it better,” Kakyoin promises, and the same blanket of embarrassment is pulled over Jotaro’s head.
“I didn’t- I didn’t ask you to do that,” he strangles out, and Kakyoin laughs. He raises his head, chin resting right between his collarbones, and Jotaro swallows, words dying on his throat. Kakyoin’s eyes are crinkled near their corners, his lips upwards in a smile, head tilted in a way that just screams adoration, and Jotaro hopes he can’t hear his thudding heart despite being so close to it.
“But would you like me to?” Kakyoin teases, and Jotaro lets out a breath, trying to regain footing.
“I don’t want a kiss from the person who caused it,” he manages to spit out, and Kakyoin’s smile widens even while he lets out a wounded noise from his throat.
“No? You don’t wanna kiss me Jojo? Okay, I understand,” he sighs, moving to roll away, but Jotaro tightens his grip and Kakyoin’s smile widens.
“I never-” Jotaro pauses, taking a deep breath, swallowing. His heart is pounding, beating against his ribs like the wings of a hummingbird, and there’s no way Kakyoin can’t hear it, he’s right there . Jotaro finds he isn’t as mortified about the thought as he assumed he was going to be. “I never. Said that.”
Kakyoin’s smile widens and now his own teeth peak from the seam of his lips, bright and freshly minted from brushing, and Jotaro doesn’t even care if he hates mint, hates the burn of it against his tongue, hates the chill it leaves in his throat, he would happily deal with it to get Kakyoin closer-
“Oh?” Kakyoin presses, and Jotaro blinks. “Do you want me to kiss you then?”
Jotaro swallows. He’s a fly caught in a spider’s web, but at least the spider bothered to clean its mouth before it ate him. “I just…I just meant…” Jotaro sucks in a breath. “...I want you to kiss me,” he admits quietly, and he can feel the kicking of Kakyoin’s heart near his ribs because of the utterance.
“Okay,” Kakyoin whispers, and Jotaro slides him up just the handful of inches he needs for their lips to meet.
Jotaro’s mouth gets invaded with Kakyoin’s mint like he knew would happen, and while he shudders, he takes it in greedily, Kakyoin’s warm breath counteracting the herb, the soft curl and caress of his lips against his own soothing the burn, giving his nerves something else to focus on, and oh, how he focuses on it.
Kakyoin hums as he slides his arms up to give himself some stability, his lips curving into a smile, and Jotaro grunts, pressing his face further against his to make up for the lost leverage, and Kakyoin sucks on his lip for only a second before breaking the kiss, laughing out loud.
“Shut up,” Jotaro snaps, “You promised to kiss me.”
Kakyoin cackles, his laugh as ugly as it always is, and Jotaro brings his hands down to cup his cheeks. Kakyoin looks down at Jotaro with his teeth and eyes shining in the dark, pressing into his hands readily, the wrinkles forming near his mouth and cheeks more pronounced with his smiling, his wispy facial hair silver where it catches the light, and Jotaro can’t quite breathe. “I promised no such thing, Jojo,” Kakyoin teases, and Jotaro lets out a sound that is not quite a whine, but bordering on one.
“But you said-”
“I did say, ” Kakyoin acquiesces, “but I didn’t promise.” He pauses before he smiles some more, turning and pressing a kiss to Jotaro’s palm, which buries Jotaro under another sheet of embarrassment. “Would you like me to?”
Jotaro swallows. “Why would I?” he counters.
Kakyoin just smiles at him. “Why wouldn’t you?”
Jotaro pauses, breathing. Kakyoin’s chest rises and falls against his own, not really in the same rhythm, but the warm weight of Kakyoin, the pressure of his air, the flow of his breath, is- it’s-
Everything.
“Promise to kiss me,” Jotaro demands then, tagging on, “A proper kiss. Stop laughing like a teenager.”
Kakyoin cackles. “So demanding, Jojo. Where are your manners?”
Jotaro growls. “Please-” and Kakyoin’s mouth is on his own again.
True to his word, even when his lips try to stretch back out into a smile, Kakyoin focuses on his task at hand, biting back the urge, and Jotaro hums, pleased, hands moving from Kakyoin’s face to his hair.
Kakyoin nips at his lip a little in revenge, but other than that, the kiss is honestly slow, gentle, and Jotaro feels like he’s in warm soup, feels like the inside of his mind is muggy with warm, damp fog, the kind that sticks to your skin like spider webs.
Kakyoin opens his mouth then, and Jotaro’s heart bucks- but he yawns right in the middle of their kiss, and both jerk back, blinking in surprise.
Jotaro lets out a snicker then, and Kakyoin throws his head back with a full-belly laugh, the expansion of his chest against Jotaro’s honestly addicting, and he can’t help but join in, laughing out loud.
When they both calm down, Jotaro reaches up to cup Kakyoin’s face again, pressing a kiss against his forehead.
“Okay,” he says as he draws away, “time for bed.”
Kakyoin sighs, still smiling, and slowly slips off Jotaro to join him at his side instead. Jotaro follows him, turning over to face him.
“‘Bed time,’” Kakyoin mimics. “Really, I used to be able to pull all-nighters like they were nothing…”
Jotaro pokes him. “We’re not kids anymore, Noriaki, that’s not our territory now.”
“Ha!” Kakyoin barks. “You talk like we’re 70. We still have some life left in us.”
“Yeah,” Jotaro agrees, reaching and lacing their fingers together. “Yeah. Many years.”
Kakyoin pauses, staring down at their hands. Jotaro swallows.
“Oh, Jotaro,” Kakyoin says softly, looking back up at him. Jotaro doesn’t reply, but when Kakyoin moves forward, he closes his eyes and presses forward to meet him there. Kakyoin kisses him again, softly, and it feels like the river in him is being blocked, the water building up in his chest, the pressure near bursting.
Kakyoin pulls back from the kiss after a few moments, but he doesn’t stray away from Jotaro’s body, instead shuffles to hunker down near the base of Jotaro’s neck, arms reaching up to wrap around him, gently untangling his fingers from Jotaro’s to do so. Jotaro hides a smile into his hair, the smile only widening when Kakyoin squeezes him for a moment. Jotaro wraps his own arms around Kakyoin then, wiggling a little to tangle their legs.
“This isn’t going to be comfortable for long,” Kakyoin comments into his breast. Jotaro snorts.
“We can figure that out once we’re both unconscious,” Jotaro hums, “I just wanna go to bed now.”
Kakyoin echoes the hum, his shoulders relaxing even further, and Jotaro closes his eyes. “Sorry in advance if I kick you again, then,” Kakyoin says, and Jotaro laughs into his hair.
“I can promise you I will be just fine if you unconsciously kick me.”
Kakyoin hums. “I can kiss the bruises. Like I promised.”
Jotaro snorts. “You promised to kiss me, not my bruises. I’m not a kid.”
Kakyoin pinches him and Jotaro yelps. “Never said you were,” Kakyoin counters, “and you don’t need to be a kid to be treated like that.”
Jotaro goes quiet for a while. “Maybe so,” he admits in a mumble, relaxing into Kakyoin’s hold, eyes pinned shut with the weight of sleep. Kakyoin lets out a triumphant sound.
It takes Jotaro a second to remember how to use his tongue again in the haze of his sleepiness, but when he does, he says, “I still don’t want you kissing my bruises though. I don’t need that.”
Kakyoin cackles breathlessly. “Alright, alright, now let’s go to bed.”
Jotaro doesn’t need the encouragement. Squeezing Kakyoin one more time, he slips off the edge into unconsciousness, both body and mind warm as he does. He faintly feels Kakyoin echoing the squeeze before he drifts completely.