[Sometimes you kill a vampire, get kidnapped to outer space, hurtle out of an oversize leaf blower onto another vampire, except only sorta, harass him a while about his life choices, cuddle him as a wolf, kiss him under an enemy Standtlers, and then go over to his house and play him your guitar and kiss him and bite him and then offer to send your magical purple punchghost to go steal him sex toys.
Sometimes that's just how it is. No one told you life was gonna be this way (clap clap clap clap), but here it is anyway.
He feels a sudden surge of pleasure, however, from those two soft words: yes, please. He wants so desperately to help. He wants to fix it. He wants his Iris to be happy and purring and grateful and pliant and — he will settle for just bringing Alucard some much-needed relief, holy fuck, these urges are something else.]
Good. Good. I won't leave you. But you can...you can, it'll be okay.
[Somehow, "I'll just hang out while you get down with the sex toys I'm about to steal for you" is less weird than just fucking. There is not enough yare yare in the world.
Still, he closes his eyes, dispatching Star with unprecedented ease thanks to all of the chroma that their liaison has generated, and while they wait he rakes his hand through Alucard's long hair, pushing it back off his face in a cascade before getting daring and letting his fingers sweep down to trace over the new points of his ears.
Eventually, Star returns (speedy thing that he is), and — well, it's a good thing Jotaro is rolling in chroma right now, because Star has some rather big arms, and they are full with his ill-gotten "purchases" at this point.]
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Sometimes that's just how it is. No one told you life was gonna be this way (clap clap clap clap), but here it is anyway.
He feels a sudden surge of pleasure, however, from those two soft words: yes, please. He wants so desperately to help. He wants to fix it. He wants his Iris to be happy and purring and grateful and pliant and — he will settle for just bringing Alucard some much-needed relief, holy fuck, these urges are something else.]
Good. Good. I won't leave you. But you can...you can, it'll be okay.
[Somehow, "I'll just hang out while you get down with the sex toys I'm about to steal for you" is less weird than just fucking. There is not enough yare yare in the world.
Still, he closes his eyes, dispatching Star with unprecedented ease thanks to all of the chroma that their liaison has generated, and while they wait he rakes his hand through Alucard's long hair, pushing it back off his face in a cascade before getting daring and letting his fingers sweep down to trace over the new points of his ears.
Eventually, Star returns (speedy thing that he is), and — well, it's a good thing Jotaro is rolling in chroma right now, because Star has some rather big arms, and they are full with his ill-gotten "purchases" at this point.]