[And the only reason Alucard found himself stopping then was when he'd gotten too eager, too excited, and his fang cut Jotaro open. He thinks of licking off his thumb, and that alone makes him shudder. He grits his teeth, clenching at nothing, and holding on Jotaro all the tighter.]
[He feels him squirm. He's feeling all of it, thanks to the way they're wrapped up together; he knows when Alucard trembles and when he shifts, when he tenses and when he shakes. He knows what the heat is doing to him, even if he can't articulate the specific grisly details nearly as well as Alucard surely could, if he were asked.
This isn't enough. It's a balm, but it's not enough, and he knows it.]
So if I kissed you right now.
[He's already been all but chewing on his neck, but apparently this is the thing that becomes the topic of discussion.]
It wouldn't help your heat. But it'd be worth it anyway. Right...?
[He sits up a little, drawing Alucard down and into him, bringing their lips just barely to brush as his last word takes shape on them.]
[Little claws dig into Jotaro's coat, but not enough to tear. Just enough to cling, needy like the rest of him. The quiver doesn't stop, the heat flooding inside of him the closer Jotaro gets. They don't quite kiss, their lips just brushing, teasing.
It's almost too much.]
Yes.
Please-- just--
[He rubs his forehead against Jotaro's.] I'd beg, if you wished it. I want you to kiss me. I want it.
[Would he want him to? Now there's a thrilling and even slightly unsettling question. Would he want Alucard to beg him for what he wants? Most of him says no, and that's the rational part of him. A sliver of him says yes, and he starts to realize that it's just because he really, really wants to hear Alucard telling him what he wants.
Maybe that's cheating. Maybe people are just supposed to know. But he likes it when he doesn't have to guess — when all he has to do is say yes, himself.]
I don't want you to beg. I want you to be happy.
[One hand comes up, hooking around the back of Alucard's neck as he pulls their mouths together, trapping that unexpectedly candid opinion between them as one kiss turns into two, and then three.]
I think — your, um. Your heat. If. [He swallows hard.] So long as I'm...here for it, does it have to be...me, or could it just be...does it just have to...do you just, just need something?
[Oh. Somehow, just those simple words are enough to melt him. That Jotaro just wants him to be happy. He's felt lonely since Trevor and Sypha left the castle, leaving him alone to mourn. It isn't their fault, he'd insisted they go and explore the world and live their lives; Trevor will realize how in love he is with an amazing woman, maybe they'll have children and continue the Belmont line after all. A good ending for them.
Then there is Alucard, alone in his father's castle, having just killed him, having no family or friends left. And all Jotaro wants is for him to be happy.
He presses into the kisses eagerly, chasing after the affection, whatever Jotaro wants to give him. His eyes burn and he's almost overwhelmed with joy.]
It's... better with you being here. But otherwise, everything else, I can manage myself. [There's probably a better way of clarifying what he means, but it's utterly flustering to share that.]
I meant — they have...things. In the stores. For that. I can — I can get you a...thing. Or...
[Speaking of flustering, it's a good thing he's saying this between kisses, so it's easier to disguise how he's turning red. But that simmering compulsion to help isn't going away; he can't just ignore the fact that Alucard is in a state, however well he might be managing it, and even if he tries to push it aside he knows he'll only get more and more agitated before long. He's got to help. He wants to help. The subject matter itself might be new and terrifying, but the feeling of not being able to turn his back on something now that he's aware of it...that has nothing to do with Sanguis at its core. It's all him, just amplified by the effects of the red moon.]
Or...a couple things...
["Things" is the new euphemism for the ages. The tips of his ears are reddened now.]
Star will bring it. Right now. He'll get it for me if you...want it.
[Each kiss earns a shiver, the thought of it almost driving him wild. Help for this would be more than welcomed. He hasn't left his apartment since this started, so he hasn't had much to use other than his own fingers -- which has had varying results considering the claws. Not the most comfortable.
He presses against Jotaro, nuzzling him before engaging on the next kiss.]
[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.]
[It's good to just let someone else take care of him for awhile. He feels warm all around, more than just the troubling heat nagging at him. It's Jotaro's kindness, his desire to make sure Alucard is happy and content.
It really does balance out nicely.
He chases after another kiss, humming softly before he breaks off to look at Star Platinum.]
Oh. That's-- a lot. Did you pay for any of that, Star?
[If they're stolen well. He's not going to care too much. It just kind of makes it funny.]
What are they gonna do, file a police report on a bunch of missing dicks? This place gives things like that out like candy, anyway.
[He twists a handful of blond hair through his fingers, lightly tugging mostly to see if he can get away with a little hair-pulling.]
At least it's all in boxes. If you don't want it he can go put it back.
[At least one of them looks intriguing, even from where he's sitting with Alucard obscuring half his view and taking up most of his attention. VIBRATING, it proclaims in huge red letters, and part of him wants to die. REMOTE CONTROL INCLUDED bellows another label, and that does in the rest of him.]
Pick whatever you want. Okay? Don't worry about it. Just take whatever...uh, interests you, I guess.
[Whatever thought process there was ends abruptly when Jotaro tugs his hair. It makes him gasp softly, and he ducks his head. It's possible for him to look sheepish, but there's no blush on account of no recent blood being had.
He looks at the pile curiously. He doesn't really want to leave Jotaro's lap, but they do look interesting.]
...That one. [Alucard points a claw at the remote controlled vibrator.] Please, Star.
[It's still 50/50 odds whether he'll still wind up paying for all this shit anyway, but that will be a problem for another, different Jotaro. Specifically, one who isn't suddenly enthralled by the reaction he gets when he pulls Alucard's hair; somehow, he wasn't expecting a gasp. He's never really had his hair pulled, though, either. Maybe it...feels good? He'll have to try it sometime, probably.
In the meantime, he settles for just holding him a little tighter, following the point of his...claw...toward the box that Star then dutifully opens and fetches for him.]
...You have claws.
[That explains the little needly-like feeling he's been experiencing without really thinking about all this time. The way the fabric of his clothes has pulled. The pleasant pinch of his grip. Oh, he's got claws; somehow it suits him immensely, though he bets it makes everyday tasks pretty difficult to accomplish.]
[There's a soft laugh against Jotaro, his smile faint but amused as he takes the box from Star Platinum, his claws wrapping around it with a soft click.]
What gave it away? [He teases before he nuzzles Jotaro's neck. He doesn't really want to move.] When I woke up, I thought perhaps I was stuck midway through transforming somehow. Then I realized it must be the moonblessing after... other aspects showed up.
[He looks at the box, then feels a bit apprehensive.] ...Is using this now really acceptable to you?
[He tilts his head almost instinctively when Alucard nuzzles him, not even thinking about the fact that he's letting a VAMPIRE who CONSUMES BLOOD to cozy up to his NECK near the ARTERY because why should he? It doesn't even cross his mind; there's no reason for it to.
Also, he's way too preoccupied with trying to make sure he gets this right.]
You deserve better than someone just...fucking you because of this moon bullshit. You — you deserve better from me. It's not —
[He fumbles, and grimaces, and swallows again.]
It's not like I wouldn't. I...I would. I'd fuck you. I'd like it. But...it shouldn't be like this. If that's...what happens, someday, I want it to be because I treated you better than this.
[His shoulders sink a little. That was the hard part, maybe. The rest is a little easier. Even if it includes sex toys.]
But something like this is...if it doesn't bother you, it won't bother me. I don't know if that makes sense. Why it's different. It feels different, to me.
[Ah. That makes sense. And if he had insisted, Jotaro would have, wouldn't he? It's not that he thinks he wouldn't even enjoy it, but it would be better if it wasn't under the persuasion of the moons and their gods.
He smiles gently, then leans in to initiate a kiss for himself, soft and light.]
You have a kind heart where it counts the most, Kujo Jotaro.
...If I use this now, I just want you to be aware that it's going to be messy. Extremely messy. You don't have to stay. But I feel good having you here with me like this, even if you just hold me.
Whatever. You've got towels. And it's...kind of medical, right? It's a health thing. So it's fine. We'll take care of you.
[It's definitely not "a medical thing" to lift his face for Alucard's kiss, though. There's no health benefit to pulling on his hair again, this time a little more playfully than before. And that, in tandem with the satisfaction of tending to his Iris, is enough to pacify the demanding Sanguis inside him.
He does fix Alucard with a Look™ when they draw away, though, eyebrow quirking in mild disbelief.]
Do you even know how to use something like that? Don't tell me they had them back where you're from...
[HELPFUL TO THE LAST. He reaches for the box to lightly take it from Alucard's hands as Star goes zipping off again, this time raiding the linen closet for a stack of towels that look generic enough that they probably just came with the apartment. Still, that's probably fine. If they get ruined, it won't be a huge loss.
Jotaro, meanwhile, continues to peer at the box, not unlike a scientist examining a new and unheard-of species, or dinosaur bones, or an alien.]
Hmmm.
[He pulls it open, fishing around inside the plastic wrapping until eventually he unearths the slender but serviceable toy, rubbing his thumb almost thoughtfully against the waterproof skin while he finds the remote. A few pokes of the buttons later, the whole thing starts buzzing like a hive of angry hornets, pulsing intensely in his grip.]
Thank you. You're such a wonderful partner to Jotaro.
[He smiles at Star before taking the towels. There's some shifting, but he makes sure the couch under him has a towel, and that one is also draped across his lap and directly behind him, the more concerning part.
Then Jotaro goes messing with the vibrator and-- well. It definitely vibrates. Oh.]
I need that. [He blurts it out, then ducks his head a little.] It's... it looks as though it would be more helpful than just my fingers.
[Oh. Right. The vibrator is not a toy. Or, well, it is, but he's not supposed to be sitting here playing with it like an asshole. Hurriedly, he switches it off again, but not before taking note of the fact that there are at least a few other buttons besides just the on/off switch, which is interesting.
Regardless, this comes first. Once the toy stills, he offers it to Alucard, trying to keep his cool and not think too hard about what they're actually doing at this point.]
Are you gonna need to...move around, do you want to lie down or...you tell me where you want me. Star can help. Just tell me what to do.
[Once his hand is free, he hooks it behind Alucard's neck again — not to pull him around this time, but just to keep a hand on him in that lightly possessive sort of way.]
Sit back a little. Let me lean on you. I'll... make sure to not get anything on you.
[With the towels arranged, he can ensure that much. Gently, he pushes Jotaro to lean back on the couch so in turn he can angle himself against him. With a shiver, he tugs down the sweatpants he'd been wearing, feeling already just how sticky and wet he is.]
Hold me. Keep touching me. I feel better when you do.
[Notably, he needs no lubrication. Not with how much has been coming out of him. He takes the toy, the shape at least familiar enough. Alucard buries his face into Jotaro's shoulder, letting out a sigh as he tries to work the tip in.]
...I can't see what I'm doing. [He sounds like he's grumbling.]
[Is there an elegant way of saying "no shit you can't, sherlock, most people can't turn their necks around 180 degrees to see the things they're trying to shove up their ass"? No, and it would be wasted on Alucard anyway, probably, since he almost definitely doesn't know who Sherlock Holmes is.
Anyway.
He sits back like he's made to, leaning and gathering Alucard in when he comes to rest against him, and turns his head to mouth comfortingly at Alucard's hair when he starts to fuss.]
Maybe put it on something and...kind of, sit down on it?
[Why does this feel like a conversation he would have with Polnareff? This is absolutely the kind of conversation he would have with Polnareff. Two idiots and no one knows how to jam a sex toy up their ass. There's something bizarrely comforting in that, actually.]
Or Star can...help, I guess. Do you just need him to line it up?
[One: he actually pronounced it right this time. Two: candelabras filled with dicks instead of candles is absolutely a mental image that he and Polnareff would have come up with. No contest.]
Here. Lift up a little bit — lean more on me, to brace yourself. Don't worry about the mess.
[Drawing a breath, he lets his hands slide down to Alucard's hips, just above where the sweatpants are bunched, and the skin there is hot and it's bare skin and for a second it breaks the calm he's been so scrupulously maintaining, makes a flush rise to his cheeks.
But if he can help keep Alucard at the right angle, it makes it easier on Star, who plucks the toy from Alucard's hand with his massive fingers and shifts down into a crouch, resting one big purple hand against the little hollow at the small of his back and rubbing soothingly while the other hand lines up the toy and, rather than surrendering it back to Alucard's approximating grip, simply starts to press it in himself.
It's wet. It makes an undeniable noise. But Star is painstakingly careful in his efforts, attentive for even the slightest sound of protest while he works.]
No, it's not how they-- never mind, just. Help me.
[He huffs a little, but he also sort of likes the banter. He likes the rough exterior of Jotaro, but also his kindness. He leans a bit more on him, trying not to fuss with the towels much as he lets Jotaro and Star Platinum alike help him. It should be more humiliating, but instead he just feels generally flustered, biting his lower lip lightly as he waits in anticipation.
There's a soft gasp at the feeling of the toy finally starting to go in.]
Yes-- I can-- [Without waiting to even adjust, he presses down aggressively, whining as he goes. That feels so much better than anything he tried earlier.]
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...I do. But only if you also wanted to as well.
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This isn't enough. It's a balm, but it's not enough, and he knows it.]
So if I kissed you right now.
[He's already been all but chewing on his neck, but apparently this is the thing that becomes the topic of discussion.]
It wouldn't help your heat. But it'd be worth it anyway. Right...?
[He sits up a little, drawing Alucard down and into him, bringing their lips just barely to brush as his last word takes shape on them.]
Right?
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It's almost too much.]
Yes.
Please-- just--
[He rubs his forehead against Jotaro's.] I'd beg, if you wished it. I want you to kiss me. I want it.
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Maybe that's cheating. Maybe people are just supposed to know. But he likes it when he doesn't have to guess — when all he has to do is say yes, himself.]
I don't want you to beg. I want you to be happy.
[One hand comes up, hooking around the back of Alucard's neck as he pulls their mouths together, trapping that unexpectedly candid opinion between them as one kiss turns into two, and then three.]
I think — your, um. Your heat. If. [He swallows hard.] So long as I'm...here for it, does it have to be...me, or could it just be...does it just have to...do you just, just need something?
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Then there is Alucard, alone in his father's castle, having just killed him, having no family or friends left. And all Jotaro wants is for him to be happy.
He presses into the kisses eagerly, chasing after the affection, whatever Jotaro wants to give him. His eyes burn and he's almost overwhelmed with joy.]
It's... better with you being here. But otherwise, everything else, I can manage myself. [There's probably a better way of clarifying what he means, but it's utterly flustering to share that.]
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[Speaking of flustering, it's a good thing he's saying this between kisses, so it's easier to disguise how he's turning red. But that simmering compulsion to help isn't going away; he can't just ignore the fact that Alucard is in a state, however well he might be managing it, and even if he tries to push it aside he knows he'll only get more and more agitated before long. He's got to help. He wants to help. The subject matter itself might be new and terrifying, but the feeling of not being able to turn his back on something now that he's aware of it...that has nothing to do with Sanguis at its core. It's all him, just amplified by the effects of the red moon.]
Or...a couple things...
["Things" is the new euphemism for the ages. The tips of his ears are reddened now.]
Star will bring it. Right now. He'll get it for me if you...want it.
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[Each kiss earns a shiver, the thought of it almost driving him wild. Help for this would be more than welcomed. He hasn't left his apartment since this started, so he hasn't had much to use other than his own fingers -- which has had varying results considering the claws. Not the most comfortable.
He presses against Jotaro, nuzzling him before engaging on the next kiss.]
Please.
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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.]
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It really does balance out nicely.
He chases after another kiss, humming softly before he breaks off to look at Star Platinum.]
Oh. That's-- a lot. Did you pay for any of that, Star?
[If they're stolen well. He's not going to care too much. It just kind of makes it funny.]
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[He twists a handful of blond hair through his fingers, lightly tugging mostly to see if he can get away with a little hair-pulling.]
At least it's all in boxes. If you don't want it he can go put it back.
[At least one of them looks intriguing, even from where he's sitting with Alucard obscuring half his view and taking up most of his attention. VIBRATING, it proclaims in huge red letters, and part of him wants to die. REMOTE CONTROL INCLUDED bellows another label, and that does in the rest of him.]
Pick whatever you want. Okay? Don't worry about it. Just take whatever...uh, interests you, I guess.
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[Whatever thought process there was ends abruptly when Jotaro tugs his hair. It makes him gasp softly, and he ducks his head. It's possible for him to look sheepish, but there's no blush on account of no recent blood being had.
He looks at the pile curiously. He doesn't really want to leave Jotaro's lap, but they do look interesting.]
...That one. [Alucard points a claw at the remote controlled vibrator.] Please, Star.
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[It's still 50/50 odds whether he'll still wind up paying for all this shit anyway, but that will be a problem for another, different Jotaro. Specifically, one who isn't suddenly enthralled by the reaction he gets when he pulls Alucard's hair; somehow, he wasn't expecting a gasp. He's never really had his hair pulled, though, either. Maybe it...feels good? He'll have to try it sometime, probably.
In the meantime, he settles for just holding him a little tighter, following the point of his...claw...toward the box that Star then dutifully opens and fetches for him.]
...You have claws.
[That explains the little needly-like feeling he's been experiencing without really thinking about all this time. The way the fabric of his clothes has pulled. The pleasant pinch of his grip. Oh, he's got claws; somehow it suits him immensely, though he bets it makes everyday tasks pretty difficult to accomplish.]
And the wings — you're a bat, right?
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What gave it away? [He teases before he nuzzles Jotaro's neck. He doesn't really want to move.] When I woke up, I thought perhaps I was stuck midway through transforming somehow. Then I realized it must be the moonblessing after... other aspects showed up.
[He looks at the box, then feels a bit apprehensive.] ...Is using this now really acceptable to you?
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[He tilts his head almost instinctively when Alucard nuzzles him, not even thinking about the fact that he's letting a VAMPIRE who CONSUMES BLOOD to cozy up to his NECK near the ARTERY because why should he? It doesn't even cross his mind; there's no reason for it to.
Also, he's way too preoccupied with trying to make sure he gets this right.]
You deserve better than someone just...fucking you because of this moon bullshit. You — you deserve better from me. It's not —
[He fumbles, and grimaces, and swallows again.]
It's not like I wouldn't. I...I would. I'd fuck you. I'd like it. But...it shouldn't be like this. If that's...what happens, someday, I want it to be because I treated you better than this.
[His shoulders sink a little. That was the hard part, maybe. The rest is a little easier. Even if it includes sex toys.]
But something like this is...if it doesn't bother you, it won't bother me. I don't know if that makes sense. Why it's different. It feels different, to me.
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He smiles gently, then leans in to initiate a kiss for himself, soft and light.]
You have a kind heart where it counts the most, Kujo Jotaro.
...If I use this now, I just want you to be aware that it's going to be messy. Extremely messy. You don't have to stay. But I feel good having you here with me like this, even if you just hold me.
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[It's definitely not "a medical thing" to lift his face for Alucard's kiss, though. There's no health benefit to pulling on his hair again, this time a little more playfully than before. And that, in tandem with the satisfaction of tending to his Iris, is enough to pacify the demanding Sanguis inside him.
He does fix Alucard with a Look™ when they draw away, though, eyebrow quirking in mild disbelief.]
Do you even know how to use something like that? Don't tell me they had them back where you're from...
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[But it's nice. We'll take care of you. Both Star and Jotaro. It really does help ease his loneliness.
The question makes him clear his throat.]
Ah, not. Not exactly. There were... things. But not quite like this. I can't imagine it would be that difficult to figure out, but perhaps I'm wrong.
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[HELPFUL TO THE LAST. He reaches for the box to lightly take it from Alucard's hands as Star goes zipping off again, this time raiding the linen closet for a stack of towels that look generic enough that they probably just came with the apartment. Still, that's probably fine. If they get ruined, it won't be a huge loss.
Jotaro, meanwhile, continues to peer at the box, not unlike a scientist examining a new and unheard-of species, or dinosaur bones, or an alien.]
Hmmm.
[He pulls it open, fishing around inside the plastic wrapping until eventually he unearths the slender but serviceable toy, rubbing his thumb almost thoughtfully against the waterproof skin while he finds the remote. A few pokes of the buttons later, the whole thing starts buzzing like a hive of angry hornets, pulsing intensely in his grip.]
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[He smiles at Star before taking the towels. There's some shifting, but he makes sure the couch under him has a towel, and that one is also draped across his lap and directly behind him, the more concerning part.
Then Jotaro goes messing with the vibrator and-- well. It definitely vibrates. Oh.]
I need that. [He blurts it out, then ducks his head a little.] It's... it looks as though it would be more helpful than just my fingers.
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[Oh. Right. The vibrator is not a toy. Or, well, it is, but he's not supposed to be sitting here playing with it like an asshole. Hurriedly, he switches it off again, but not before taking note of the fact that there are at least a few other buttons besides just the on/off switch, which is interesting.
Regardless, this comes first. Once the toy stills, he offers it to Alucard, trying to keep his cool and not think too hard about what they're actually doing at this point.]
Are you gonna need to...move around, do you want to lie down or...you tell me where you want me. Star can help. Just tell me what to do.
[Once his hand is free, he hooks it behind Alucard's neck again — not to pull him around this time, but just to keep a hand on him in that lightly possessive sort of way.]
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[With the towels arranged, he can ensure that much. Gently, he pushes Jotaro to lean back on the couch so in turn he can angle himself against him. With a shiver, he tugs down the sweatpants he'd been wearing, feeling already just how sticky and wet he is.]
Hold me. Keep touching me. I feel better when you do.
[Notably, he needs no lubrication. Not with how much has been coming out of him. He takes the toy, the shape at least familiar enough. Alucard buries his face into Jotaro's shoulder, letting out a sigh as he tries to work the tip in.]
...I can't see what I'm doing. [He sounds like he's grumbling.]
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Anyway.
He sits back like he's made to, leaning and gathering Alucard in when he comes to rest against him, and turns his head to mouth comfortingly at Alucard's hair when he starts to fuss.]
Maybe put it on something and...kind of, sit down on it?
[Why does this feel like a conversation he would have with Polnareff? This is absolutely the kind of conversation he would have with Polnareff. Two idiots and no one knows how to jam a sex toy up their ass. There's something bizarrely comforting in that, actually.]
Or Star can...help, I guess. Do you just need him to line it up?
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[look man his interaction with sex toys is PRETTY DIFFERENT. He considers a moment, then gives Star a helpless look.]
If he isn't opposed. Just... lining it up will help. I should be able to do the rest.
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[One: he actually pronounced it right this time. Two: candelabras filled with dicks instead of candles is absolutely a mental image that he and Polnareff would have come up with. No contest.]
Here. Lift up a little bit — lean more on me, to brace yourself. Don't worry about the mess.
[Drawing a breath, he lets his hands slide down to Alucard's hips, just above where the sweatpants are bunched, and the skin there is hot and it's bare skin and for a second it breaks the calm he's been so scrupulously maintaining, makes a flush rise to his cheeks.
But if he can help keep Alucard at the right angle, it makes it easier on Star, who plucks the toy from Alucard's hand with his massive fingers and shifts down into a crouch, resting one big purple hand against the little hollow at the small of his back and rubbing soothingly while the other hand lines up the toy and, rather than surrendering it back to Alucard's approximating grip, simply starts to press it in himself.
It's wet. It makes an undeniable noise. But Star is painstakingly careful in his efforts, attentive for even the slightest sound of protest while he works.]
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[He huffs a little, but he also sort of likes the banter. He likes the rough exterior of Jotaro, but also his kindness. He leans a bit more on him, trying not to fuss with the towels much as he lets Jotaro and Star Platinum alike help him. It should be more humiliating, but instead he just feels generally flustered, biting his lower lip lightly as he waits in anticipation.
There's a soft gasp at the feeling of the toy finally starting to go in.]
Yes-- I can-- [Without waiting to even adjust, he presses down aggressively, whining as he goes. That feels so much better than anything he tried earlier.]
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