[He grins faintly, returning the nuzzle with one of his own before gradually beginning to slide down the mattress, tucking kisses against Adrian's neck and collarbones. It's sort of nice that Sanguis and Iris have made them already somewhat familiar with each other; it means he's less nervous than he might otherwise have been, thanks to the benefit of that familiarity. It's just Adrian beneath his fingers and lips, from the raised scar that juts across his chest to his dusky nipples and the sleek musculature of his stomach. It's just Adrian, his Adrian, wanting him so badly.
It makes him smile to run his tongue through the little valley between Adrian's pecs and think of that time on the couch, how he'd said show me something new and Adrian had set his whole world alight, getting him off with his chest and mouth. It warms his expression, running fingers over his skin and thinking of the flow of silk, how pleased he'd been with the robe he'd been given as a gift, how he'd moaned when that same silk had wrapped every stroke to his cock.
He lifts his head, heat in his half-lidded eyes, and catches the ocean blue of the ring he'd put on Adrian's finger — how pleased he is to see it, how good it looks against the pale of his hand.
Adrian used to worry that he couldn't be enough for him. That his nature made him incapable of ever being what he ought to be.
Looking at him like this, laid out amid rose petals with his hair fanned out like a halo, Jotaro can't imagine how he could possibly get any better.]
It is your birthday. So...I guess you deserve a treat.
[A remark that quickly reveals itself, as he first bites lightly at Adrian's hip, then shifts over to mouth a kiss against the head of his cock.]
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[He grins faintly, returning the nuzzle with one of his own before gradually beginning to slide down the mattress, tucking kisses against Adrian's neck and collarbones. It's sort of nice that Sanguis and Iris have made them already somewhat familiar with each other; it means he's less nervous than he might otherwise have been, thanks to the benefit of that familiarity. It's just Adrian beneath his fingers and lips, from the raised scar that juts across his chest to his dusky nipples and the sleek musculature of his stomach. It's just Adrian, his Adrian, wanting him so badly.
It makes him smile to run his tongue through the little valley between Adrian's pecs and think of that time on the couch, how he'd said show me something new and Adrian had set his whole world alight, getting him off with his chest and mouth. It warms his expression, running fingers over his skin and thinking of the flow of silk, how pleased he'd been with the robe he'd been given as a gift, how he'd moaned when that same silk had wrapped every stroke to his cock.
He lifts his head, heat in his half-lidded eyes, and catches the ocean blue of the ring he'd put on Adrian's finger — how pleased he is to see it, how good it looks against the pale of his hand.
Adrian used to worry that he couldn't be enough for him. That his nature made him incapable of ever being what he ought to be.
Looking at him like this, laid out amid rose petals with his hair fanned out like a halo, Jotaro can't imagine how he could possibly get any better.]
It is your birthday. So...I guess you deserve a treat.
[A remark that quickly reveals itself, as he first bites lightly at Adrian's hip, then shifts over to mouth a kiss against the head of his cock.]