deathlooped:
I.. I don’t know.
[He tremors slightly as hes gripped, feeling like warm clay against a masters’ hand. Expectedly of him, he’s quick – and very eager to submit to the other’s touches. But, he does raise his hand and rests it on the other’s thigh in an attempt to be what one could call ‘seductive.’]
Could you tell me how lucky I am? I’d love to know..
[He’s suddenly visioning an array of bright lights, bills and the steady thumping of a base followed by a cacophony of muffled dance music in a room lit by shady lamps. So this is how he treats his customers…? As the thoughts he conjures up dissipate, a flash of envy flows through him and he grips him tighter.]
Elucidate me, please…
[Seeing him respond positively to his advances calms his brief onset of nerves. He would’ve dropped everything and let him be, in any other case. But it looks--and feels, if that hand on his thigh is any tell--as if he’s as interested in this as Jotaro is.]
You’re looking pretty lucky right now, I’d say.
[His smile grows wider, slowly, as his hand works its way up from his thigh. Fingers tugging lightly at the hem of his pants, Jotaro leans in, tipping the brim of his hat up to get even closer.]
Why don’t you sit in my lap and let me get a better look?