Jojo, I-- [The moment Joseph's thumb met his lip Caesar went silent, voice caught doing somersaults between his heart and teeth. His adam's apple bobbed anxiously even as his eyes widened at the weight of those words.
His fingers slightly dig into the back of his friends neck, the soft hair there tickling his fingers, causing him to brush his fingertips through them unconsciously, thoughts a whirlwind in his head. There was so much open to interpretation with those four words. Joseph Joestar is a cocky shithole. That much was certain. He talked big and somehow turned brilliance on a dime, had absolutely zero game when it came to women, cheated as easily as he breathed, had the manners of a neanderthal but-...but. There had never been anyone in his life he felt this for, and there would probably never be someone like this ever again. Trust with more than just his life, with their feelings in sync. That was a rare thing.
Did Joseph feel it too? Was that what he meant? It should matter, shouldn't it? Caesar, though all about flowery words and shit, sought the truth no matter what, always, lined out for him. But this time...Instead of pursuing that too deeply (for now), Caesar can only focus on the electricity of Joseph's thumb against his lip, leaving the cells tingling as if burnt. It was a nice kind of slow burn, though, one that settled in his very bones. His lips parted, lower lip dipping and pursing slightly, trailing up the calloused flesh of Jojo's thumb.
Your move, Jojo, the soft look in electric green eyes seemed to say. His head swam and he wasn't sure if it was the wine (no way!) or the sudden change in atmosphere. All he could interpret was things had gotten interesting.]
jizzing intensifies
His fingers slightly dig into the back of his friends neck, the soft hair there tickling his fingers, causing him to brush his fingertips through them unconsciously, thoughts a whirlwind in his head. There was so much open to interpretation with those four words. Joseph Joestar is a cocky shithole. That much was certain. He talked big and somehow turned brilliance on a dime, had absolutely zero game when it came to women, cheated as easily as he breathed, had the manners of a neanderthal but-...but. There had never been anyone in his life he felt this for, and there would probably never be someone like this ever again. Trust with more than just his life, with their feelings in sync. That was a rare thing.
Did Joseph feel it too? Was that what he meant? It should matter, shouldn't it? Caesar, though all about flowery words and shit, sought the truth no matter what, always, lined out for him. But this time...Instead of pursuing that too deeply (for now), Caesar can only focus on the electricity of Joseph's thumb against his lip, leaving the cells tingling as if burnt. It was a nice kind of slow burn, though, one that settled in his very bones. His lips parted, lower lip dipping and pursing slightly, trailing up the calloused flesh of Jojo's thumb.
Your move, Jojo, the soft look in electric green eyes seemed to say. His head swam and he wasn't sure if it was the wine (no way!) or the sudden change in atmosphere. All he could interpret was things had gotten interesting.]