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.]
[He'd really thought, somehow, that he'd be able to stay impassive for this. He'd thought he'd just keep his cool, that it'd be undeniably weird and a little embarrassing but at least no worse than some of the other things they'd been through on their crusade. He'd thought it would be, like...a health thing.
He wasn't ready for the noise Alucard makes. He wasn't ready for how the sound of it shoots straight down his spine. Hearing it feels like goosebumps, almost — every nerve lit up with the sound of it, breath catching in his throat just to hear it, and he realizes too late that his eyes have gone a little wide, the faintest hint of white around each of the green irises.]
Oh.
[His tail would be wagging a mile a minute if he weren't sitting on it right now. As it is, his ears are pricked, his gaze intense, and he can't stop himself from hauling Alucard up for a messy kiss while the combined efforts of Star and Alucard working together get the toy seated snugly inside him.]
How is it now...that, that "itch" you can't scratch...
[He needs to be held, he reminds himself, and slides his hands down far enough that he can dig his fingers into the meat of Alucard's thighs, letting him feel the bite of his fingertips in his skin.]
[Into the kiss he goes, he opens his mouth and lets Jotaro essentially devour him as he pleases. He arches his back, eager to get the toy inside. It's just not quite there, not quite enough, but it fills him up more than he could do himself.]
Close. Closer...
[The way Jotaro's nails dig into his thighs makes him groan, welcoming the bite of the pressure. It's not too much, just enough.]
[Alucard was right, he thinks absently, face still hot and breath still ragged even though he hasn't even done anything, hardly, but be present as a witness. He was right, it's wet and a mess, and for a second all he can imagine are the days Alucard spent alone, trapped in his own house because of this, frustrated and hungry and alone.
Not anymore, something inside him insists almost savagely. Not anymore. It's going to be good for him now. He's going to feel better.
(His Alucard is a thought that floats past insidiously, and he doesn't think about it too hard.)
So he nods instead, waving Star away as he fishes for wherever he'd left the remote when they'd started rearranging themselves, and he knows that the right thing to do would be to hand it over to Alucard and let him do it himself. This isn't about him, it's about Alucard. He should let Alucard have control over it.]
If you bite me by mistake — [His own voice comes out so thick, it startles him a little.] — don't worry about it. Got it?
[Like a man possessed by an urge he can't explain or deny, he thumbs the remote's switch, eyes fixed on Alucard's face, and keeps it locked tight in his hand, unwilling to surrender it.]
[The only way to describe how the vibrator sounds is that it's wet, against him, and he feels himself dripping more, eager, sliding down his thighs and onto the towel he's laid for himself. He howls, not even upset that Jotaro took control, because it's just wonderful how he's being cared for right now, catered to.]
Hha-- Jotaro--
[There are practically tears in his eyes, his hips bucking against nothing, unsure of how to manage the sensation other than it's good. His eyes are a vibrant red, and his teeth click as he bites at the air before he's moaning against Jotaro's shoulder.]
[It's almost a snarl, the timbre in his voice; his lip is curling back, his teeth just faintly bared, but it's not aggressive so much as it is possessive and the Sanguis is singing in his veins. He didn't know Alucard's eyes could do that. He doesn't actually know if Alucard knows his eyes do that. They're sort of beautiful, actually, when they're shot through with red where they'd otherwise be gold.
His thumb stabs aimlessly at the remote control, finding another of the buttons, and the rhythm of the vibration changes from a steady buzz to a rhythm of jackrabbit pulses interspersed with longer stretches.]
Don't fucking wait so long next time. Just pick up the damn phone and get me over here —
[With Alucard tucked against his shoulder, it's not hard to turn his head and find his mouth solidly against the stretch of his neck.
With his blood boiling as hot as it is, it's not hard to properly sink his teeth in, either — not the nuzzling nibbles and nips of before, but a real proper bite, meant to leave a bruise.]
[The stronger vibrations practically make him sing, his head thrown back as he cries out and trembles in Jotaro's arms. The toy practically squelches around how much he's dripping, and his cock is no better as it bobs between Alucard's legs.]
Yes--
[Yes to having Jotaro over, he should have done this so much sooner. He knows better for next time, he'll be better.
The bite on his throat makes him wail, and he comes with a sob, hot tears rolling down his cheeks as he bucks and spills messily onto the towels he's arranged around his legs. His little claws grip, clinging on for dear life.
[Alucard was right; even with the towels laid down, it's a mess, but it's a mess he almost doesn't register at first, with how caught up he is in the sight of Alucard coming apart at the seams in his arms. He's never seen someone have a reaction like the one Alucard does just then — he's never seen someone sob from pleasure or heard them cry out the way that Alucard does when he comes, and for a terrible second he almost wonders if he's done something wrong.
It also doesn't occur to him at first that he probably needs to turn the vibrator off; likely he leaves it too long, well after Alucard has gone sensitive in the afterglow. It's a mistake born purely of inexperience, but once he catches it, he fumbles to switch the remote off, letting it fall from his hand onto the loveseat cushions so that he can better catch Alucard in his arms.
He looks like a wreck. He's wet all over, and sticky, and probably covered in tears and sweat and hell knows what else. His previously-silky hair is sticking; his claws are so dainty in the way he holds on like his life depends on it.
Jotaro's heart is racing, and fuck, he's rock-hard in his pants.
And yet, the only thing on his mind at the moment is Alucard's aftercare; unmindful of the damp towels and slick mess, he eases Alucard down to slump against his chest, trying to make him as comfortable as he can while he gathers him up and cuddles him almost desperately.]
Shhh, shh.
[Poor Alucard. His dick is still hanging out of his half-lowered sweatpants, his ass still stuffed with the toy, his thighs still a wet mess. He'll have to clean him up, he thinks, but — in a minute.]
Fuck, you're so pretty.
[Did that just come out of his mouth? Evidently it did. But he can't help it, any more than he can help the hard-on in his pants.]
[He can't remember the last time he's ever finished so hard that he's actually felt exhausted for a change. It's probably the moon, but he doesn't care. The momentary discomfort of the toy still vibrating up inside of him is brief and tolerable, and when it stills finally he's sighing as Jotaro eases him to his chest.
Like this, he can hear Jotaro's heart and breathing both.
He smiles a bit to himself.]
You're sweet. [He murmurs the words fondly.] And also hard.
[A hand hesitantly presses against Jotaro's thigh.]
[He holds Alucard a little tighter, swallowing against a briefly dry throat. He can just barely feel those little claws against his leg where Alucard's hand is resting, and it makes his breath catch.]
It'll go away. Sorry. Couldn't help it.
[In about five minutes the reality of what just happened here is going to sink in, and he's going to die from the rush of blood into his cheeks and ears. But for now he just lets his head fall back, floating on the rush of an appeased Saguis moonblessing and all the filthy chroma that's now sitting in his bank account from this.]
It's all right. ...I apologize if I'm making you uncomfortable, about this whole arrangement. But I'm... I mean it when I say I'm immensely grateful for you.
[There's a pause, and he moves his hand away to rest against Jotaro's chest instead. He tries not to shift too much, not wanting to cause the toy to move much.]
Oh. You did. [He looks up at Jotaro, his eyes calming down to the familiar gold.] I liked it. Very much. And that's me speaking, not whatever Iris is encouraging me to feel.
...Nah. You're — I mean. I guess...that'd be polite, right. To...get the other guy off, too. I get it. Maybe...dunno. How about, you can owe me one.
[That seems fair and reasonable. It also comes with the added side effect of implying that they'll do this again, which...yeah. Once he's had time to think about it a little more than just thirty seconds from need to action? Next time he'll be more ready. Might as well secure the idea that there'll even be a next time, now.]
It's probably gonna leave a mark, if you don't heal it away. You really liked that?
[Though it still feels largely unfair, but he doesn't mind owing Jotaro. He's a man who can be trusted even if sometimes he's kind of a bastard, but overall he's been nothing but a constant friend to rely on. He isn't worried.
Why? So you could look at it in the mirror or something?
[Can dhampir even look in mirrors? Do they have a reflection? Oh, well, if that was an insensitive vampire remark he'll just get in trouble for it and yare yare his way out of it, he supposes.
Besides, there are more important things to be focused on right now. Like running his hand down the flat plane of Alucard's abdomen while he rocks him gently in his arms.]
We should get you into a bath. You're gonna need to wash those clothes and towels, and change into something dry and warm.
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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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He wasn't ready for the noise Alucard makes. He wasn't ready for how the sound of it shoots straight down his spine. Hearing it feels like goosebumps, almost — every nerve lit up with the sound of it, breath catching in his throat just to hear it, and he realizes too late that his eyes have gone a little wide, the faintest hint of white around each of the green irises.]
Oh.
[His tail would be wagging a mile a minute if he weren't sitting on it right now. As it is, his ears are pricked, his gaze intense, and he can't stop himself from hauling Alucard up for a messy kiss while the combined efforts of Star and Alucard working together get the toy seated snugly inside him.]
How is it now...that, that "itch" you can't scratch...
[He needs to be held, he reminds himself, and slides his hands down far enough that he can dig his fingers into the meat of Alucard's thighs, letting him feel the bite of his fingertips in his skin.]
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Close. Closer...
[The way Jotaro's nails dig into his thighs makes him groan, welcoming the bite of the pressure. It's not too much, just enough.]
It's in, but... [He swallows.] Can we turn it on?
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[Alucard was right, he thinks absently, face still hot and breath still ragged even though he hasn't even done anything, hardly, but be present as a witness. He was right, it's wet and a mess, and for a second all he can imagine are the days Alucard spent alone, trapped in his own house because of this, frustrated and hungry and alone.
Not anymore, something inside him insists almost savagely. Not anymore. It's going to be good for him now. He's going to feel better.
(His Alucard is a thought that floats past insidiously, and he doesn't think about it too hard.)
So he nods instead, waving Star away as he fishes for wherever he'd left the remote when they'd started rearranging themselves, and he knows that the right thing to do would be to hand it over to Alucard and let him do it himself. This isn't about him, it's about Alucard. He should let Alucard have control over it.]
If you bite me by mistake — [His own voice comes out so thick, it startles him a little.] — don't worry about it. Got it?
[Like a man possessed by an urge he can't explain or deny, he thumbs the remote's switch, eyes fixed on Alucard's face, and keeps it locked tight in his hand, unwilling to surrender it.]
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Hha-- Jotaro--
[There are practically tears in his eyes, his hips bucking against nothing, unsure of how to manage the sensation other than it's good. His eyes are a vibrant red, and his teeth click as he bites at the air before he's moaning against Jotaro's shoulder.]
Good, it's good.
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[It's almost a snarl, the timbre in his voice; his lip is curling back, his teeth just faintly bared, but it's not aggressive so much as it is possessive and the Sanguis is singing in his veins. He didn't know Alucard's eyes could do that. He doesn't actually know if Alucard knows his eyes do that. They're sort of beautiful, actually, when they're shot through with red where they'd otherwise be gold.
His thumb stabs aimlessly at the remote control, finding another of the buttons, and the rhythm of the vibration changes from a steady buzz to a rhythm of jackrabbit pulses interspersed with longer stretches.]
Don't fucking wait so long next time. Just pick up the damn phone and get me over here —
[With Alucard tucked against his shoulder, it's not hard to turn his head and find his mouth solidly against the stretch of his neck.
With his blood boiling as hot as it is, it's not hard to properly sink his teeth in, either — not the nuzzling nibbles and nips of before, but a real proper bite, meant to leave a bruise.]
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Yes--
[Yes to having Jotaro over, he should have done this so much sooner. He knows better for next time, he'll be better.
The bite on his throat makes him wail, and he comes with a sob, hot tears rolling down his cheeks as he bucks and spills messily onto the towels he's arranged around his legs. His little claws grip, clinging on for dear life.
And finally, finally he feels satisfied.]
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It also doesn't occur to him at first that he probably needs to turn the vibrator off; likely he leaves it too long, well after Alucard has gone sensitive in the afterglow. It's a mistake born purely of inexperience, but once he catches it, he fumbles to switch the remote off, letting it fall from his hand onto the loveseat cushions so that he can better catch Alucard in his arms.
He looks like a wreck. He's wet all over, and sticky, and probably covered in tears and sweat and hell knows what else. His previously-silky hair is sticking; his claws are so dainty in the way he holds on like his life depends on it.
Jotaro's heart is racing, and fuck, he's rock-hard in his pants.
And yet, the only thing on his mind at the moment is Alucard's aftercare; unmindful of the damp towels and slick mess, he eases Alucard down to slump against his chest, trying to make him as comfortable as he can while he gathers him up and cuddles him almost desperately.]
Shhh, shh.
[Poor Alucard. His dick is still hanging out of his half-lowered sweatpants, his ass still stuffed with the toy, his thighs still a wet mess. He'll have to clean him up, he thinks, but — in a minute.]
Fuck, you're so pretty.
[Did that just come out of his mouth? Evidently it did. But he can't help it, any more than he can help the hard-on in his pants.]
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Like this, he can hear Jotaro's heart and breathing both.
He smiles a bit to himself.]
You're sweet. [He murmurs the words fondly.] And also hard.
[A hand hesitantly presses against Jotaro's thigh.]
Do you... want to do anything about that?
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[He holds Alucard a little tighter, swallowing against a briefly dry throat. He can just barely feel those little claws against his leg where Alucard's hand is resting, and it makes his breath catch.]
It'll go away. Sorry. Couldn't help it.
[In about five minutes the reality of what just happened here is going to sink in, and he's going to die from the rush of blood into his cheeks and ears. But for now he just lets his head fall back, floating on the rush of an appeased Saguis moonblessing and all the filthy chroma that's now sitting in his bank account from this.]
...Oh, shit, I bit you...
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[There's a pause, and he moves his hand away to rest against Jotaro's chest instead. He tries not to shift too much, not wanting to cause the toy to move much.]
Oh. You did. [He looks up at Jotaro, his eyes calming down to the familiar gold.] I liked it. Very much. And that's me speaking, not whatever Iris is encouraging me to feel.
I never thought a human would bite me.
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[That seems fair and reasonable. It also comes with the added side effect of implying that they'll do this again, which...yeah. Once he's had time to think about it a little more than just thirty seconds from need to action? Next time he'll be more ready. Might as well secure the idea that there'll even be a next time, now.]
It's probably gonna leave a mark, if you don't heal it away. You really liked that?
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[Though it still feels largely unfair, but he doesn't mind owing Jotaro. He's a man who can be trusted even if sometimes he's kind of a bastard, but overall he's been nothing but a constant friend to rely on. He isn't worried.
He smiles against Jotaro, nodding once.]
I'd keep it awhile longer if I could manage it.
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[Can dhampir even look in mirrors? Do they have a reflection? Oh, well, if that was an insensitive vampire remark he'll just get in trouble for it and yare yare his way out of it, he supposes.
Besides, there are more important things to be focused on right now. Like running his hand down the flat plane of Alucard's abdomen while he rocks him gently in his arms.]
We should get you into a bath. You're gonna need to wash those clothes and towels, and change into something dry and warm.