Jotaro hummed gruffly, his hand grasping the corded phone firmly against his ear, your sweet voice infiltrating his ears as he loosely listened to all the little details about your day. The sound was melodic; A sirens lure to unsuspecting sailors traversing the seas.

"Is that so?" He grumbles, grinding his teeth together to hold back a groan threatening to leave his throat. He was only half listening as you talked about your day, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly at the quickening pace of his hand and the erratic twitching of his hips.

It had been a few weeks since he had left your side to aid his young uncle in Morioh. Being away from you, his spouse, for this amount of time was finally getting to him. And while the nightly routine of phone calls to make up for the distance was enjoyable, the lack of your presence unable to satiate his desires ended up brewing weeks of pent up need.

Jotaro pauses when you suddenly question him about his labored breathing and faint squelchhing sound, his hand and his hips halting in their rhythmic movement. "I'm fine." He grunts, feeling sweat drip down his half naked form. "Keep talking." He says, his face twitching at his need for hearing your voice.