[The admission makes him quiet for a moment, then he traces his palm over the warm scales. Delightful, actually.
Adrian smiles at him, sharp and more confident, especially now that he's been given permission.]
Maybe so. But, you... you're also mine.
[Out from the bag is a wide leather collar, gently lined on the inside with microfiber cloth to help keep it from biting into tender flesh. Without asking for permission further, he's slipping it around Jotaro's throat, tugging it closed, but not tight enough to keep him from breathing.]
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Adrian smiles at him, sharp and more confident, especially now that he's been given permission.]
Maybe so. But, you... you're also mine.
[Out from the bag is a wide leather collar, gently lined on the inside with microfiber cloth to help keep it from biting into tender flesh. Without asking for permission further, he's slipping it around Jotaro's throat, tugging it closed, but not tight enough to keep him from breathing.]
Mm. It looks good on you.