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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Kujo_Jotaro, Guido_Mista, Trish_Una_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Dirty_Talk, Incest
  Series:
      Part 2 of You_Will_Never_Look_Back
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-29 Words: 4696
****** Tourist Attraction ******
by starfrutta
Summary
     “This is what you came to see, isn’t it, Jotaro?” Giorno’s eyes
     glimmered with his words as he lowered himself. Of all the awe-
     inspiring attractions in the culture rich country, this was the one
     Giorno knew Jotaro sought. “Do you want to take a picture?”
Being the capo of a largely successful gang, while certainly strenuous, came
with many perks. Life in the tremendous villa, which would’ve been nothing but
a reverie for most, with its views of aquamarine and its expansive pool, were
some incentives to name a few.
The day was drawing to a close and the sky was alight, its fierce orange glow
making the knobbled olive trees stark black silhouettes against it. Subdued
sunlight glimmered across the chlorinated pool water, warming its already
pleasant temperature. In the distance the trilling of a few cicadas and, more
loudly, the gentle rushing of water against the stones of a carefully
constructed waterfall could be heard.
Ripples quivered languidly at the force of Giorno’s body movements and his legs
kicked with little energy before he reached the edge. His crossed arms propped
on the poolside provided a resting place for his left cheek where he was able
to let his eyelids flutter shut. Beneath the water’s surface his legs pushed
back and forth idly.
From up on the staggered cliff side there was a great view of the sunset
coloured ocean. While Giorno was ever grateful for it, his familiarity with the
spectacle allowed him to conjure it exactly even when close eyed. Tourists
would pay good money for the scene, he supposed.
“Giorno,” It was Mista’s voice that snapped him from his lazy repose, “your
phone. You gotta message.”
Mista was sat back on an outdoor arm chair of sorts, a cigarette hanging
between his lips and a headphone in one ear. He seemed to be in a somewhat
dreamy state and when Giorno got closer, figured it was due to Trish’s voice
playing loudly in his ear. Though now, whilst Giorno remained in the pool
unaware of the fact, Mista seemed extremely unoccupied.
“Who is it?” Giorno mused, for if it wasn’t anyone of importance, he would
leave replying until later. He wondered momentarily if it could’ve been urgent
but figured a call would’ve been the more logical form of communication in such
a scenario.
Mista shifted with a heavy inhale, peering to Giorno’s phone on the glass table
beside him where it rested with his own phone, and of course, his gun. He
wasn’t Mista without it.
“Kujo Jotaro.” Mista huffed, seeming unimpressed.
In the two and a half months since Giorno and Jotaro had exchanged contact
details over breakfast, neither had gotten in touch with the other. The
announcement of the other man’s name sparked an interest in Giorno immediately
and he quickly unfurled his arms to push himself from the pool. In one strong
push, he clambered gracefully from the shimmering water and found his footing
on the wet slabs about the pool.
Droplets reflecting the gold of both his sun kissed skin and the dying light of
day rolled over the dips and curves of his lithe body. His wet hair a darker
blonde due to the heavy water was slicked back perfectly and the wetness that
clung to his eyebrows dripped down his face. His whole honey coloured body was
on show; from head to toe he was bare. Toned muscles moved smoothly as he
sauntered around the outskirts of the pool, heading towards Mista and his
mobile phone.
Mista, of course, returned to his pensive state, lost in his own world which
was no doubt filled with a certain pink haired girl. He was no stranger to
Giorno’s modesty lacking habits and so appeared to turn a blind eye to his
capo’s behaviour.
Lifting his phone along with a nearby towel, Giorno seated himself on a metal
chair after having draped the towel over his shoulders. He let it hang
carelessly and cover nothing. He opened his messages and raised his eyebrows at
the words on the small screen.
19:13 Kujo Jotaro: im coming to italy.
Giorno stared blankly at the words, taking in their blunt, nonchalant nature
and set about typing his reply.
19:15 Giorno Giovanna:And you’re telling me because… Am I in trouble again?
A fleeting smile crossed his face. Giorno could take a good guess at what
Jotaro would want from him, however the rush of getting some sort of rise from
the stoic man was thrilling. Though he did spare a thought to his recent
activity at the head of Passione, Giorno was sure Jotaro could not infiltrate
the gang’s secrecy so easily.
19:15 Kujo Jotaro: wouldnt doubt it.
19:16 Giorno Giovanna: I’m very flattered, Jotaro.
Giorno tipped his head to the side and wondered what Jotaro was currently
doing. His hair cascaded over his shoulder, his wet curls looser under the
weight of the water that clung to them. He was under the impression the man was
currently in Japan for whatever reason, and taking time differences into
account it must have been very late for him. 
19:16 Kujo Jotaro: im coming for a break.
Cicadas chirped and Giorno’s eyebrows raised at the slight evidence he was
correct in assuming Jotaro’s ulterior motive. Not on business then…
19:16 Giorno Giovanna: Where are you staying?
19:17 Kujo Jotaro: rome.
19:17 Giorno Giovanna: Well I suppose I should come and see you. You would like
that wouldn’t you Jotaro?
The towel thrown over Giorno slipped from his left shoulder as he shifted. He
waited patiently for his phone to light up but it took longer for the response
to come this time.
19:22 Kujo Jotaro:i might
19:23 Giorno Giovanna: And when will you be arriving?
19:23 Kujo Jotaro: tomorrow.
19:23 Giorno Giovanna: Short notice
19:23 Kujo Jotaro: don’t think im coming to see you.
Giorno rose from his chair amused. He let the towel slip from him entirely and
lay crumpled on the chair as he meandered towards the open glass doors of the
villa. Mista noticed him disappearing while mid drag on his cigarette and
watched his naked form glisten with a roll of his eyes.
19:24 Giorno Giovanna: Of course not x
He didn’t hear from Jotaro again after that.
*
Two evenings later saw Giorno outside Castel Sant’Angelo, staring up at its
craspedia hue from beside a statue of an angelic figure mounted on heavy stone.
Across from it a similar form marked the opposite side of the bridge leading up
to the old mausoleum. Many more angels bordered the bridge too. There were few
tourists as the time of year and night was not popular though there were enough
to create a multilingual hum. Most held cameras and clutched recently bought
postcards, some posed like the angels as their companions laughed heartily.
Giorno could certainly see why the ancient castle attracted crowds.
The tip of Jotaro’s cigarette smouldered brightly on his inhale and when he
breathed again, smoke tumbled from his lips like greyish ink spilling into
clear water.  His unoccupied hand was stuffed in his trouser pocket as usual
and his stance was wide. Giorno watched him with a long, fixed stare as he eyed
the castle afore them in a rather blasé manner.
“Are you enjoying Rome?” Giorno questioned, one arm loosely wrapped about
himself, his navy top coat crumpling a little. He’d soon smooth it down when he
eventually dropped his arm.  
Flicking his cigarette to the ground Jotaro grunted a “Yea, it’s nice,” before
grinding it into the paving with his foot.
Before arriving at their current location, the pair had dined in a secluded
restaurant found down one of Rome’s many narrow, cobbled streets. The waitress
that had attended to them became flustered every time Jotaro spoke to her,
perhaps partly due to his sharp nature though Giorno suspected more as a result
of his becoming looks. Giorno had retained his amusement at their exchanges and
held back chuckles at Jotaro’s ignorance to her flirtatious gazes. He recalled
Jotaro asking her plainly if she needed anything which caused her to stutter
and shuffle off promptly.
Despite the kluzty waitress, the meal had been an enjoyable one. Giorno had
sent sultry gazes Jotaro’s way whilst he sipped at his wine and if the way
Jotaro had looked him over was anything to judge by, Giorno was getting the
rise he wanted. At one point, their thighs had touched at one another’s beneath
the small table and Giorno had rose his eyebrows as the corners of his lips
turned upwards. Jotaro had cleared his throat and straightened when Giorno’s
knee rubbed his leg but his eyes seemed less keen to withdraw.
“How is your hotel?” Giorno asked, hoping to cut to the chase because while he
was starting to enjoy Jotaro’s company increasingly, he knew he’d enjoy it more
elsewhere. Plus, Giorno was always wary when out in the open. It was one thing
being in an out-of-the-way restaurant but milling around like he was now
without Mista made him vigilant and eager for a change of location.
“Spacious…” Jotaro trailed off, eyes fixing on Giorno’s and Giorno staring back
with eyes that screamed of his intensions. “The bed’s comfortable.”
Giorno leant back against the stone upon which an angel was mounted, hips
cocked forward with his hands resting on his thighs. “I’d like to see it. I’ve
seen this before.” He sent a glance to Castel Sant’Angelo that Jotaro had
requested they walk to.
The taller man nodded and Giorno wished he’d be even more blunt right now,
wished he’d tell him what kind of hospitality he’d show him once they were
behind closed doors.
“Let’s head there.” He spoke monotonously, rummaging in his pocket to find
another cigarette to light as he walked off, not sparing another look towards
the mighty castle they’d come to see.
Glowing lamps lit the magnificent architecture of Rome like embers swirling
into the deep black sky. Sandy coloured stone made up most of the buildings
though the cobbled ground was deeper in tone. Even so, the orange luminosities
were soaked up on its surface, the shiny, worn texture causing it to appear as
an ocean of tangerine underfoot. The two men walked side by side, wrapped up
warm in sleek coats and knitted scarves. They became mixed among other twosomes
and the lesser common groups as they walked. Giorno would relax entirely if not
in his particular line of work.
*
Upon arriving at the hotel room, Jotaro was quick to fish out the key and
unlock the door. He took a few seconds to eye up Giorno before pushing the door
open. Once inside, Giorno was impressed.
The room was large and open, spacious just as Jotaro had said. Most things in
the room were of varying beige’s though there were darker details on pillows
and lamp shades. The headboard of the bed too was decorated with intricate
black swirls that must’ve been crafted by hand. Even though the room was mostly
cool in tone, it withheld a particular warmth through the use of darker
embellishments. A fireplace a few metres from the foot of the bed beneath a
large mirror, and the scattered spotlights warmed the place considerably. While
the room allowed for an open plan style, wafer thin dividers and curtains split
the room somewhat.
Giorno was not entirely convinced Jotaro was one for this type of opulence but
really he did not know the man well.
“So what inspired this break?” Giorno mused, pacing into the room and removing
his coat with practised ease. He let the garment lay folded over the back of a
chaise several metres from the bed.
“I needed it.” Was Jotaro’s curt reply and though Giorno was not satisfied with
the answer, he continued towards the bed nonetheless. He suspected there was a
certain something Jotaro needed judging by the looming presence of the man.
When Giorno stood afore the bed he turned so his back faced it. He was not
ready to submit to desire right yet and planned on a little more conversation.
“Hm… very nice.” Giorno surveyed the rest of the room and, looking through the
wide window, found the view from here quite spectacular. He supposed the
cityscape must have been very foreign to the Japanese man. His thoughts were
interrupted by Jotaro’s harsh jerk to the gossamer curtains which shut out the
scene. While doing so, Jotaro stared at Giorno with heavy, intense eyes and
didn’t take a second to appreciate the grandiose city laid out for him. He
struggled to pry his eyes from his companion but when he did, he went to search
the minifridge. He took his time in preparing them drinks, selecting what
Giorno would have without consulting him. He came forth holding two glasses,
Giorno wasn’t sure what Jotaro had poured for himself but recognized the red
wine he was being offered.
“Have you had a good time tonight?” Jotaro inquired. This peaked Giorno’s
interest as Jotaro rarely asked him questions. More often than not it was the
other way around.
Jotaro took to sitting on the chaise close by the bed after having shrugged off
his coat and discarded his hat. He passed a hand through his thick curls which
had Giorno pining to do the same. Giorno remained standing and sipped at the
dry wine he’d been given.
“Yes,” Giorno stated, lips curling “I find myself enjoying your company with
each second.”
He swayed towards Jotaro with two confident steps. The wine was heavy on his
tongue as he swallowed down a plentiful amount. Then he placed the glass aside
by a leather-bound journal on a coffee table of sorts. Somewhere, behind the
wine and want, was sincerity.
Jotaro stood, and Giorno wondered why he’d ever sat in the first place. He
knocked back the orangey brown liquid in the intricately decorated glass and
looked to be awaiting Giorno’s next move.
“What a lovely jumper.” Giorno commented, bringing a hand to feel over Jotaro’s
thick chest. He felt the warm muscles move under his touch, “It looks very
expensive.”
Giorno noticed Jotaro swallow before speaking. “It’s too warm to wear in here.”
“Well,” Giorno whispered, leaning up so that his face became very close to
Jotaro’s. He parted his lips and breathed slowly, “I suppose we’ll just have to
take it off then.”
Hands slipped down Jotaro’s body, brushing over clothed nipples, until they
came to the edge of the garment in question. His thin fingers toyed at the hem
and brushed against the firm stomach afore him. Giorno slid the fabric up,
revealing hard abdominal muscles, his palms dragging over skin. His body grew
interested at the sight. Jotaro took note of Giorno’s intentions and tugged the
polo neck from his body to expose the entirety of his torso. Giorno then rested
his hands on the man’s body and refrained from licking his lips in
anticipation. The large tan body was certainly tempting.
Before Giorno could take action, Jotaro was impatiently unbuttoning his white
shirt and mindlessly throwing it to the side. He was grabbed around the hips
and forced to wrap his legs around the girth of Jotaro’s body lest he fall. He
was then swiftly hauled to the bed and thrown down, bouncing slightly on the
mattress. Giorno grabbed Jotaro by the back of the neck and pulled him into a
hungry kiss, his legs remaining wrapped about the man. Their lips locked and
rubbed against one another’s, tongues daring to flick and tease. It was wet and
sticky and tasted strongly of alcohol. Loud, sloppy noises reverberated
throughout the otherwise soundless room. It wasn’t long however before Jotaro
was focusing all of his attention on roughly rubbing at the front of Giorno’s
patterned trousers.
“So impatient.” Giorno chided, releasing laboured breaths as he felt his cock
responding to Jotaro’s touches. His plump, parted lips glimmered with spit.
“Don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted from the start.” Jotaro grunted,
eyes eating Giorno up. The irony was laughable.
Giorno felt his balls being rubbed at through his trousers and arched into the
contact, toes curling at the stimulation. He allowed Jotaro to touch him like
that for a little longer before pushing at Jotaro’s shoulders to roll him over.
Giorno knew that if Jotaro was against the idea he would’ve resisted easily but
he did not, he simply allowed himself to be placed below.
Sitting between his legs, Giorno tackled the belt buckle afore him with rough
pulling and yanking. Eventually he had the thing undone and was unbuttoning and
zipping Jotaro’s trousers, preparing to pull them from him. Jotaro seemed eager
to be undressed and helped Giorno the best he could by shoving his hips
forwards, his half hard prick nothing but obvious. When Jotaro was unclothed
Giorno ran a finger lightly along the length of his large cock causing it to
jump with arousal.
Deciding it useless to remain in his own trousers, Giorno stood back from the
bed momentarily to undress himself. He was left in lilac mesh panties which
he’d carefully selected when getting ready to meet with Jotaro. His completely
hard cock could be seen clearly through the lightly coloured mesh and after he
climbed to sit upon Jotaro’s stomach, he had the other man teasing at the pink
head. Jotaro rubbed weightily in fast little circles at the light tip. Giorno’s
chest heaved at the feeling but also at the sight, Jotaro’s index and middle
fingers working together keenly. He cursed himself for being so worked up
already as precum leaked from his slit and dampened the lilac fabric.
“I’m going to ride you Jotaro.” Giorno managed to say around stifled keening.
Finally, Jotaro pulled Giorno’s cock from its confinements. He stroked it
roughly and Giorno was glad the large hand was a little clammy or else the
friction would’ve been uncomfortable.
“The lube’s in that bag.” Jotaro grumbled, eyeing a leather satchel across the
room. He palmed at Giorno’s length for a while longer before grabbing him by
his bony hips and lifting him to the side.
Giorno let himself be placed onto the plush duvet, his lilac panties bunched
under his erection. He gazed at Jotaro as he stood. From Giorno’s angle all he
could see was Jotaro’s sculpted back and taut bottom, his strong legs coming
into view the further he moved across the room. He proceeded quickly, not
bothering to make a show of his naked form and even when he reached the bag, he
did not bend down indecently and search. Instead Jotaro snatched the bag and
sought what he was looking for while upright.
This did not dishearten Giorno. How could it when Jotaro’s body appeared so
irresistible even when plainly posed?
While his back was turned, Giorno took the opportunity to eye up the man.
Bringing a hand to his cock, Giorno caressed himself to the arousing sight
before him. He felt the elastic of his panties against the base of his cock as
he jerked it faster. His spare hand came to play at his pink nipples, settling
for his left one as he could support himself with his elbow whilst he twisted
the hardening nub. One leg was outstretched and the other bent up, both spread
a little. Giorno hoped Jotaro would appreciate the sight once he turned around.
Jotaro found the lube after a few seconds of digging about and began to head
back to the bed. He stopped at the spectacle ahead of him and looked, for a
moment, to be admiring what he was seeing. Giorno tipped his chin upwards, eyes
meeting Jotaro’s as he breathlessly drawled his name. Jotaro’s thick cock
twitched ardently as Giorno played with himself. He mumbled a “good grief” then
broke eye contact as if flustered.
He came over to the bed quickly then. Grasping at the mesh underwear and
tugging them down Giorno’s lean thighs and from him completely.
“Come on Jotaro,” Giorno groused. He grabbed the black curls at the back of
Jotaro’s head, pulling him down for a short kiss. Their tongues swirled
desperately and Giorno did not hesitate to nip at Jotaro’s wet lips. “Open me
up so I can take you.”
Complying, Jotaro poured lubricant onto his index and middle finger while
Giorno assaulted his lips for the third time this evening. This led to their
tongues messily rubbing at one another’s and drool dirtying their faces once
again. In any other situation, Giorno would’ve been irked.
It wasn’t long before fingers were probing his hole and gradually working to
stretch him out. It also wasn’t long before Giorno’s eyes were rolling back at
the intense feeling of Jotaro’s thick fingers attacking his prostate. If he
stayed like this for long enough, he’d be sure to make a state of himself. In
not long at all it had gone from preparation to something Giorno could easily
get off on.
Giorno placed a hand on Jotaro’s impressive chest and gently pushed. In
response Jotaro removed his fingers and rolled to lay beside Giorno who in turn
decided to straddle Jotaro and resume their earlier position though this time
he sat lower down. Thighs atop thighs.
“Have you been thinking about me, Jotaro?” Giorno ruminated, seizing Jotaro’s
sizeable length and applying a plentiful amount of lubricant.
Jotaro grabbed Giorno’s silky thighs, his nails like needles jabbing flesh, and
rutted his cock into Giorno’s fist. “I haven’t been able to get you off my
fucking mind,” He growled.
Giorno took pleasure in the response, and lifted his hips (with difficulty
bearing in mind Jotaro’s strong hold on him). He pulled apart his ass cheeks
and lined himself up with Jotaro’s length. 
“This is what you came to see, isn’t it, Jotaro?” Giorno’s eyes glimmered with
his words as he lowered himself. Of all the awe-inspiring attractions in the
culture rich country, this was the one Giorno knew Jotaro sought. “Do you want
to take a picture?”
Giorno’s ass swallowed up Jotaro’s swollen cock as he sunk down further. He
moaned as the length rubbed him in all the right places. He arched his back and
stuck out his chest. His thighs trembled harder with each centimetre that was
forced into him. Pink lips parted in a euphoric gasp when fully sheathed and
similar in colour nipples surely caught Jotaro’s eye with the way Giorno’s
chest was push forward.  Golden hair spilled over golden skin. Thick black
lashes like flicks of charcoal lined sapphire eyes which lowered in a sultry
manner.
Jotaro’s vice grip on Giorno’s thighs only tightened and became near
unbearable. “Shut up and fuck yourself on me.” He grit out, sharp features
hardening with his cutting gaze. Though despite his harsh expression, a light
blush spread over his cheeks creating an arousing contrast.
Even though Giorno was used to being dominant and in control in all aspects of
his life, he couldn’t bring himself to care about Jotaro’s forthright demand.
Instead he did what he was told and began moving up and down. Hips rolled as he
ground into Jotaro’s lap and his wandering hands felt up his own chest, putting
on a show.
“Good,” Jotaro commended. He trailed his large hands from Giorno’s thighs up to
his slim hips where he resumed a tight grip.
Bouncing on the older man’s cock, Giorno bit at his lip and gave eyes full of
desire. His hair jostled with his rapid movements and his own pretty cock
twitched and dribbled. He wondered, as he was filled over and over, if Jotaro
looked at his other lovers with such hunger and passion in his eyes. The
thought seemed to trigger a response because Jotaro began to violently thrust
up into him. In that moment, Giorno knew he’d feel the result for days.
The gold band on Jotaro’s left ring finger pressed into the flesh above
Giorno’s hip. He continued to fuck himself onto Jotaro regardless of Jotaro
fucking up into him. His quiet, unrestrained pants and moans were joined by
similar, though deeper in tone, sounds from Jotaro. He spared a thought for the
neighbouring hotel guests but dismissed the problem as not being his by any
means.
“You’re close,” Giorno stated. Jotaro’s broad chest was heaving and his erratic
thrusting drove his thick, ready to burst cock into Giorno’s warmth.
“You can’t talk,” Jotaro grunted, eyeing the leaking pink head of the cock so
plainly in his line of sight.
He wasn’t wrong. Giorno balanced dangerously close on the edge of spilling. He
wanted to ride Jotaro harder, wanted to finish himself off because the building
orgasm was so tempting. Yet his stamina dipped and his movements fell to a
slower and more irregular pace.
“Touch me,” Giorno ordered and received.
Jotaro clasped his dominant hand about Giorno’s cock, leaving his other in
place at his hip. Their combined thrusting and Jotaro’s jerking hand motions
had Giorno sighing and weakening with pleasure. The build-up was intense, like
an unsatisfiable pressure building in his core.
“I’m going to cum,” Giorno gasped, tears building at the corners of his eyes.
Pounding with more force than he had yet to, Jotaro rocked upwards. His hand
tugged faster at Giorno’s hot length and he swore in mumbled Japanese that
Giorno would be able to understand if he could manage to think.
Then he was cumming. Sticky white spurted from his cock whilst his body
trembled. He clenched and moaned, unable to do anything but shiver in raw
delight as Jotaro’s thick length continued to breach him. His hands gripped at
Jotaro’s forearms until his knuckles turned white. He breathed shakily as he
was fucked through and after orgasm, engulfed all too suddenly by the
overstimulation. Remaining upright with the perfect posture he had started with
was out of the question as he came. Instead he fell forward a little, his now
spent cock sandwiched between his stomach and Jotaro’s.
The persistent driving of Jotaro’s cock into Giorno soon had Jotaro quivering
fiercely and spilling cum. He tightened his jaw and furrowed his strong brows
while he came. Giorno cast his eyes down between them and watched in hazy eyed
fascination, sucking on his lower lip as the fluid filled him.
Soon Jotaro was falling slack beneath the sated Giorno he sheathed himself in.
This new inactivity allowed Giorno to pull himself from the sweat slicked older
man and lay beside him on the cool, crisp bed sheets. They engaged in one last
kiss. This one tired and harsh and breathless. When they pulled away they
caught their breaths and in moments, Jotaro was standing and disappearing into
what Giorno assumed was the bathroom.
With heavy eyelids Giorno fought to stay awake until Jotaro returned. It would
have left a sour taste in his mouth if they ended the situation wordlessly.
Even with this thought on his mind Giorno was helpless to the tiredness that
took over him and in mere minutes he fell fast asleep.
When he eventually stirred, Giorno had to blink and rub his eyes before he
remembered where he was. The room looked different now that the lights were out
and the atmosphere had changed considerably. He remained free of clothing
however a heavy arm was thrown precariously over his naked torso.
Jotaro lay by his side, limbs taking up far too much room and face pushed into
the pillows. He lay on his front and seemed to have carelessly placed himself
with little regard to the fact there was another in his bed.
Giorno considered drawing up and moving to the chaise to sleep but something in
him inspired him not to. Instead he turned to slot under Jotaro’s arm a little
more comfortably. He noticed Jotaro’s ring glinting in whatever light managed
to invade the room and let his eyes slip shut once again.
“Are you awake?” Came Jotaro’s husky voice through the darkness.
Giorno cleared his throat and answered that yes, he was.
“You’re gonna stay, aren’t you?” Jotaro grunted, the fatigue in his voice
unmistakable.
Giorno shifted, the sounds of the duvet ruffling and the mattress creaking too
loud in the silence. He found Jotaro peering at him with those steely blue eyes
and replied: “I would not want to miss round two tomorrow morning, would I?”
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