[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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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.