[It's his turn to gasp softly, though, when he feels the suggestion of Alucard's teeth. Even with a dragon's self-assured confidence, the caress of a vampire's fangs aren't something anyone could ignore; they demand attention, and reaction, and he offers up both in spades.
Curious, he muses as he settles back into his chair and watches Alucard come in close at his side. Alucard had been so afraid back on that rooftop — I don't know if I can be human enough. Fangs aren't a human feature. A human couldn't kiss him like that.
He looks at Alucard and tries to imagine all that it must've taken, for him to end up so uncertain of his own humanity. People aren't born knowing they're different. That doesn't happen until they're told. But Alucard knows, and yet he would twist himself into knots, shove himself into whatever shape and pattern and mold it took to be human enough, if that was what was asked of him. He would do it because his feelings demanded it, because his heart compelled it.
Dracula's obsession turned outward, he muses as his gaze skims slowly over the lovely contrast of silk cloth and sleek skin, and Wallachia crumbled beneath it. Alucard's nature, he suspects, is to turn it inward, and ensure that the only person hurt by it is himself.
What an enigma he is. Half vampire, half human, at times the best of both, at others the worst of each. Sometimes Alucard, sometimes Adrian. Lonely and hungry and uncertain and, at times, even desperate.
No, he's exactly right just the way he is, isn't he? Only an absolute fucking idiot would think otherwise.]
Yes, of course you are. There's a difference between a kiss and you specifically touching me in a sensitive manner.
[Not that he minds, not like this. And really, being around Jotaro as he is especially right now makes it easy to just accept and relax. He feels at ease with Jotaro's company normally, but he feels unusually relaxed right now. Alucard knows it, too, but he doesn't consider it distressing to point out.]
Oh? Does it? You did seem to like it quite a bit when I bit you last. I wasn't aware it was that much of a fetish for you.
[No, he absolutely does, but if they're doing this, he's going to be an asshole right back. Alucard rests his chin in his hand, leaning his elbow up onto the table as he watches Jotaro enjoy himself. That's satisfying in a different way.]
Anyway, I think playing with my chest is still different than a kiss. One is generally more acceptable in public spaces, for example.
[Oh, oh, look at this coy little bastard, now he's enjoying this, leaning into a lounge, head propped on his hand like the enticing thing he is. The fact that Jotaro manages not to lick his lower lip from looking at him is an absolute miracle. The fact that he can't keep himself from chewing the edge of his lip instead is in no way a surprise.]
And this isn't a public space, unless I'm missing something.
[He watches Jotaro, then chuckles quietly at him. Reaching over, he places a hand over Jotaro's, but does little else.]
I'm simply saying that it's obvious that the two are different kinds of teasing.
For example... [Alucard leans in, then pauses. No, it isn't a public space they're in, but he's still going to lower his voice into a stage whisper.] Another kind of teasing is telling you that I'm not wearing anything else under this.
[It's a good thing he doesn't have any of his udon in his mouth at the moment or he might well have choked on it; as it is, his throat goes dry and he has to swallow hard to wet it again, throat rising and falling beneath the effort. Of course he'd known that, reasonably, or at least could have worked it out logically just from observation, but that's not the point at all.
The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
[The restraint is noted. With his more wolfish demeanor, Jotaro has a more difficult time holding back, which is fine; Alucard is really more used to behavior that reminds him of vampires and other beasts. Like this, Jotaro wants to play along and is in no hurry. That's good; they both could bother to take their time. Not everything needs to be done in such a hurry.
He breathes in sharply at the tip of the teasing tail just playing with the hem, but just like that it's gone again. Terrible.]
Several. Touches, or words. They can entice plenty.
I suppose you could practice with me. See what you'd like. How you enjoy being teased in return.
[His hand moves to rest on Jotaro's knee. Nothing else. Just touching.]
[Though it is markedly easier to say what's on his mind to Alucard than it is to...essentially anyone else. He thinks a minute, then slides his hand to cover over Alucard's where it rests on his knee, holding it there for a moment or two before tugging it up a little higher on his thigh.]
But that reminds me. There was something I wanted to ask you, now that it's...not Iris. I feel like maybe you want different things during Iris than you might otherwise. So.
[Leaving Alucard's hand where it is, trusting he'll take the hint, Jotaro reaches over and hooks a claw behind one of the folds of the robe where it crosses over his chest, forming the V of the neckline. A slight tug loosens it, just an inch — still slow, still enticing.]
You know I would never do anything you don't want. Yeah?
[He was already lovely tidied up and put-together; disheveled, he's on an entirely different level. Almost curiously, that same clawed finger comes up to rest near Alucard's temple, sliding gently beneath one of his pulled-back locks of hair and easing it free until it falls loose of its hold.
Better still. It's on the side opposite his fallen sleeve; there's a satisfying sort of balance to the way the previously perfect picture he'd made is coming apart.]
Do you want me to make you behave?
[The thought slips out before he can even really think about it, fully-formed after hours upon hours of private consideration in his own mind.]
I know you're afraid, sometimes. I...don't want you to do something you're not okay with, either. But you said — that it might feel better if I took the lead. That you wouldn't have to worry so much, if I were keeping you in check.
[His finger hooks beneath Alucard's chin, nudging him to lift it slightly.]
Just say yes or no. It doesn't have to be something we do today. I just want to know if that's something I should start thinking about.
[The question makes him pause, confused for a moment before Jotaro does clarify himself. He looks up as he's encouraged to, and he tries not to feel too guilty for his own fears. But Jotaro has been nothing but understanding, so he tries not to think too hard about that either.]
...It might put my worries at ease, truthfully. To feel like you had me under control.
Strangely, I don't have those concerns so much right now. Something about you being like this, I think, helps with that.
[His eyebrows go up at once, betraying his genuine surprise. Though, he supposes upon further reflection, maybe it makes a sort of sense. Maybe it's that, paradoxically enough, he doesn't look particularly human, so —
Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's not just that he's less visibly human; maybe it's that he's more visibly half and half.
Hmmm.]
Because of all this? The horns and scales and...tail?
[...You know, that would explain why all the sellers in Caihong were so eager to wait on him. And to do basically anything he asked for, really. He'd assumed they were just spooked by the horns, but...
His eyes widen a fraction, and in a flash of violet light, Star Platinum appears and vanishes, dispatched on an errand that has him flitting out of the apartment and returning with a pad of paper and a marker, which squeaks aggressively as Star uncaps it and writes on the pad with lightning-fast, laserlike precision.
It's probably not surprising, what's waiting on the pad when Star turns it around, while Jotaro very emphatically keeps his own mouth clamped shut: ]
SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING THAT. I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU.
[The sudden reaction is understandable, if not a bit dramatic. But then, it's not as if Jotaro realized he'd been doing this.]
Jojo, it's not as if I couldn't resist you.
You're fine. [He reaches out for Jotaro's hands, squeezing them.] I promise I'm not doing anything I don't wish to right now. Perhaps because I was aware of it happening made it easier for me to determine my free will. [It does, honestly, remind him more of succubi and incubi than a dragon, but he does smell a bit more like a dragon right now as well. Peculiar.]
[He still seems a touch tentative about actually uttering words aloud, but once he and Star share a quick glance, his Stand surrenders the paper and marker and withdraws again, leaving Jotaro to his own devices.
He turns his attention back to Alucard, reassured somewhat by the feeling of hands covering his own.]
So it just...calms you down? When I was buying that stuff for you, everyone seemed really...helpful. But I didn't realize that it was because of me.
[He shifts his hands, weaving their fingers together.]
...What do you think would happen if I did more than just talk?
Okay. Um, let me think. It's easier with a tune, but...
[He thinks for a minute, preoccupied with sifting through his memory and evidently discarding any options he doesn't feel comfortable with attempting for one reason or another, before eventually sitting up a little straighter.
At first, he just hums a scale, finding his pitch and listening to it to try to tune by ear, in the absence of his guitar. But then, once he finds it, he clears his throat, re-tests the pitch, and begins to sing softly.
There's one line in particular that seems to appeal most to him; as with most of the songs he's sung for Alucard before, he leans a little more heavily into it, familiar like an old friend: are you hiding somewhere behind those eyes.
As he sings, he closes his own, focused on the music and the feeling of Alucard leaning against him, letting his voice and Sanguis do the work.]
[When Jotaro sings, he adores it. Alucard has an appreciation of music even if he has no real knack for it personally, but he likes to listen, likes it best from Jotaro of course. He watches, smiling, adoration in his eyes, feeling calm.
But something builds, shivering into him. His skin prickles, hair raising on his skin and heat in his belly. For a moment, he's confused, then very quickly starts to feel the familiar sensation of being on the brink of orgasm.]
Jojo-- wait--
[Alucard slaps his hand over Jotaro's mouth, his body trembling. Well, at least he isn't, you know, leaking and being wet, but he still definitely has a prominent boner sticking up against his kimono.]
[He snaps back to the present moment at once, suddenly alert and letting the next notes smother in his throat as he tries to gauge in an instant what's the matter with Alucard. Of course, he starts at the face when he does so, and without any recent consumption of blood, there's no telltale blush to give it away, either. He catches that Alucard is shaking, and wrongfully assumes at first that he's shaking from self-restraint; it's only after his gaze drifts down low enough to catch sight of his hips that what really happened starts to finally sink in.]
Incubus is actually the correct term. [There's a pause.] But it would seem like there are aspects included. Which is strange, seeing as how you smell like a dragon but your abilities suggest otherwise. Perhaps the gods have a different definition of such creatures.
[Alucard sighs and lets his hand drop. He leans in, pressing his forehead against Jotaro's shoulder.]
At least you found out with me and not in some other unfortunate event.
Yeah, so much for keeping you calm with my voice. ...Wait. You smelled me?
[HE IS ONE TO TALK, SPENDING HIS PRIOR SANGUISES AS A WOLF WHO SMELLED EVERYONE CONSTANTLY. Still, he wraps his arms around Alucard, drawing him close and letting him cuddle as he pleases.]
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[It's his turn to gasp softly, though, when he feels the suggestion of Alucard's teeth. Even with a dragon's self-assured confidence, the caress of a vampire's fangs aren't something anyone could ignore; they demand attention, and reaction, and he offers up both in spades.
Curious, he muses as he settles back into his chair and watches Alucard come in close at his side. Alucard had been so afraid back on that rooftop — I don't know if I can be human enough. Fangs aren't a human feature. A human couldn't kiss him like that.
He looks at Alucard and tries to imagine all that it must've taken, for him to end up so uncertain of his own humanity. People aren't born knowing they're different. That doesn't happen until they're told. But Alucard knows, and yet he would twist himself into knots, shove himself into whatever shape and pattern and mold it took to be human enough, if that was what was asked of him. He would do it because his feelings demanded it, because his heart compelled it.
Dracula's obsession turned outward, he muses as his gaze skims slowly over the lovely contrast of silk cloth and sleek skin, and Wallachia crumbled beneath it. Alucard's nature, he suspects, is to turn it inward, and ensure that the only person hurt by it is himself.
What an enigma he is. Half vampire, half human, at times the best of both, at others the worst of each. Sometimes Alucard, sometimes Adrian. Lonely and hungry and uncertain and, at times, even desperate.
No, he's exactly right just the way he is, isn't he? Only an absolute fucking idiot would think otherwise.]
...Hey. You kiss me like that, and I'm the tease?
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[Not that he minds, not like this. And really, being around Jotaro as he is especially right now makes it easy to just accept and relax. He feels at ease with Jotaro's company normally, but he feels unusually relaxed right now. Alucard knows it, too, but he doesn't consider it distressing to point out.]
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[He plays innocent a minute, using the time to enjoy another few mouthfuls of the udon; no sense in letting it go to waste.]
Just because I knew you'd like it? Like you don't kiss me with your fangs knowing full well how much it gets me going.
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[No, he absolutely does, but if they're doing this, he's going to be an asshole right back. Alucard rests his chin in his hand, leaning his elbow up onto the table as he watches Jotaro enjoy himself. That's satisfying in a different way.]
Anyway, I think playing with my chest is still different than a kiss. One is generally more acceptable in public spaces, for example.
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[Oh, oh, look at this coy little bastard, now he's enjoying this, leaning into a lounge, head propped on his hand like the enticing thing he is. The fact that Jotaro manages not to lick his lower lip from looking at him is an absolute miracle. The fact that he can't keep himself from chewing the edge of his lip instead is in no way a surprise.]
And this isn't a public space, unless I'm missing something.
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I'm simply saying that it's obvious that the two are different kinds of teasing.
For example... [Alucard leans in, then pauses. No, it isn't a public space they're in, but he's still going to lower his voice into a stage whisper.] Another kind of teasing is telling you that I'm not wearing anything else under this.
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The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
How many different kinds are there?
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He breathes in sharply at the tip of the teasing tail just playing with the hem, but just like that it's gone again. Terrible.]
Several. Touches, or words. They can entice plenty.
I suppose you could practice with me. See what you'd like. How you enjoy being teased in return.
[His hand moves to rest on Jotaro's knee. Nothing else. Just touching.]
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[Though it is markedly easier to say what's on his mind to Alucard than it is to...essentially anyone else. He thinks a minute, then slides his hand to cover over Alucard's where it rests on his knee, holding it there for a moment or two before tugging it up a little higher on his thigh.]
But that reminds me. There was something I wanted to ask you, now that it's...not Iris. I feel like maybe you want different things during Iris than you might otherwise. So.
[Leaving Alucard's hand where it is, trusting he'll take the hint, Jotaro reaches over and hooks a claw behind one of the folds of the robe where it crosses over his chest, forming the V of the neckline. A slight tug loosens it, just an inch — still slow, still enticing.]
You know I would never do anything you don't want. Yeah?
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It's... less that my desires are different and more that they're quite heightened.
[Slowly, a sleeve slips down his shoulder. Alucard doesn't fix it, letting it be uneven. It seems better to continue the pretense.]
But I know. And I encourage you to never do anything because it would hurt you either, even if you think I will enjoy it.
So, if it is all things we want to do together, then we have little else to worry about. Yes?
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Better still. It's on the side opposite his fallen sleeve; there's a satisfying sort of balance to the way the previously perfect picture he'd made is coming apart.]
Do you want me to make you behave?
[The thought slips out before he can even really think about it, fully-formed after hours upon hours of private consideration in his own mind.]
I know you're afraid, sometimes. I...don't want you to do something you're not okay with, either. But you said — that it might feel better if I took the lead. That you wouldn't have to worry so much, if I were keeping you in check.
[His finger hooks beneath Alucard's chin, nudging him to lift it slightly.]
Just say yes or no. It doesn't have to be something we do today. I just want to know if that's something I should start thinking about.
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...It might put my worries at ease, truthfully. To feel like you had me under control.
Strangely, I don't have those concerns so much right now. Something about you being like this, I think, helps with that.
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[His eyebrows go up at once, betraying his genuine surprise. Though, he supposes upon further reflection, maybe it makes a sort of sense. Maybe it's that, paradoxically enough, he doesn't look particularly human, so —
Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's not just that he's less visibly human; maybe it's that he's more visibly half and half.
Hmmm.]
Because of all this? The horns and scales and...tail?
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...You didn't realize it, I assume. But I had noticed that you come off as very... easy to pay heed to. Almost hypnotic.
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[...You know, that would explain why all the sellers in Caihong were so eager to wait on him. And to do basically anything he asked for, really. He'd assumed they were just spooked by the horns, but...
His eyes widen a fraction, and in a flash of violet light, Star Platinum appears and vanishes, dispatched on an errand that has him flitting out of the apartment and returning with a pad of paper and a marker, which squeaks aggressively as Star uncaps it and writes on the pad with lightning-fast, laserlike precision.
It's probably not surprising, what's waiting on the pad when Star turns it around, while Jotaro very emphatically keeps his own mouth clamped shut: ]
SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING THAT.
I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU.
ARE YOU OK NOW?
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Jojo, it's not as if I couldn't resist you.
You're fine. [He reaches out for Jotaro's hands, squeezing them.] I promise I'm not doing anything I don't wish to right now. Perhaps because I was aware of it happening made it easier for me to determine my free will. [It does, honestly, remind him more of succubi and incubi than a dragon, but he does smell a bit more like a dragon right now as well. Peculiar.]
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[He still seems a touch tentative about actually uttering words aloud, but once he and Star share a quick glance, his Stand surrenders the paper and marker and withdraws again, leaving Jotaro to his own devices.
He turns his attention back to Alucard, reassured somewhat by the feeling of hands covering his own.]
So it just...calms you down? When I was buying that stuff for you, everyone seemed really...helpful. But I didn't realize that it was because of me.
[He shifts his hands, weaving their fingers together.]
...What do you think would happen if I did more than just talk?
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[He smiles, more at ease now that Jotaro is speaking. He glances down at the way their fingers are linked together. It's a good fit.]
I'm not sure, actually. ...But if you wanted to try to discover that, I would do that with you.
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[He thinks a minute, then gets up from his chair, using their linked hands to tug Alucard along with him.]
Come sit on the couch. I want to be holding you.
[He looks Alucard over seriously, eyes flashing brilliant green.]
I don't have my guitar this time. But...let's see what happens, if I sing. I can do it without, probably.
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Hm. That is something to wonder, if you sang.
All right. I'm curious. Let me hear you anyway, I like it when you perform.
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[He thinks for a minute, preoccupied with sifting through his memory and evidently discarding any options he doesn't feel comfortable with attempting for one reason or another, before eventually sitting up a little straighter.
At first, he just hums a scale, finding his pitch and listening to it to try to tune by ear, in the absence of his guitar. But then, once he finds it, he clears his throat, re-tests the pitch, and begins to sing softly.
There's one line in particular that seems to appeal most to him; as with most of the songs he's sung for Alucard before, he leans a little more heavily into it, familiar like an old friend: are you hiding somewhere behind those eyes.
As he sings, he closes his own, focused on the music and the feeling of Alucard leaning against him, letting his voice and Sanguis do the work.]
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But something builds, shivering into him. His skin prickles, hair raising on his skin and heat in his belly. For a moment, he's confused, then very quickly starts to feel the familiar sensation of being on the brink of orgasm.]
Jojo-- wait--
[Alucard slaps his hand over Jotaro's mouth, his body trembling. Well, at least he isn't, you know, leaking and being wet, but he still definitely has a prominent boner sticking up against his kimono.]
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[He snaps back to the present moment at once, suddenly alert and letting the next notes smother in his throat as he tries to gauge in an instant what's the matter with Alucard. Of course, he starts at the face when he does so, and without any recent consumption of blood, there's no telltale blush to give it away, either. He catches that Alucard is shaking, and wrongfully assumes at first that he's shaking from self-restraint; it's only after his gaze drifts down low enough to catch sight of his hips that what really happened starts to finally sink in.]
...Holy shit.
[He mumbles, from behind Alucard's palm.]
I really am a succubus...!
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[Alucard sighs and lets his hand drop. He leans in, pressing his forehead against Jotaro's shoulder.]
At least you found out with me and not in some other unfortunate event.
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[HE IS ONE TO TALK, SPENDING HIS PRIOR SANGUISES AS A WOLF WHO SMELLED EVERYONE CONSTANTLY. Still, he wraps his arms around Alucard, drawing him close and letting him cuddle as he pleases.]
Sorry. Do you...should I help with, um. That?
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