[He remembers the first time. How desperate and needy he'd been, how much he wanted anything that Jotaro could give him. A toy, his fingers, anything, but it had to be from him.

Adrian squirms a moment, then pushes himself up to drape his arms around Jotaro's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips.]

It's true. Yours is utterly filthy. But... I like it.

And I need you, even when it's not Iris. It's easier to tell when it's time then, I suppose.