[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.]
I don't mind. It's my fault, I'll take responsibility.
[He thinks a minute, then slides back a little further on his couch cushion before reaching over to drag Alucard into his waiting lap, back to chest and facing away from him. A little unfair, maybe, when he's certain of how much Alucard will probably want to kiss him or bite him, but his isn't an altogether unfamiliar position, either.]
That's not the only reason. Taking responsibility, I mean. It's just one that sounds good.
[With one arm wrapped around Alucard's waist to help hold him in place, the other hand nudges the folds of the kimono aside, dipping beneath in search of his erection.]
By the way, how's this for practicing teasing on you?
[Ideally, he does like to face Jotaro, watching his face and sinking his teeth into his throat or whatever he is allowed to do, but this is fine as well. It makes him feel... not smaller, but like he could be allowed to be softer. Allowed to let down his guard, be held, let Jotaro fuss over him. It's such a remarkable thing, how Jotaro makes him feel this way.
So he leans back, basking in Jotaro's warmth and hold, spreading his legs out a nudge more to let Jotaro's hand roam and look for his cock.]
Sufficient, if not a bit accidental on your part? What with the singing's effect. [BONER SONG.]
[Another nice thing about the way Alucard's kimono sleeve has slipped off his shoulder: it makes for a tantalizing target for a nip. It's too soft at first, because he's trying to be too careful about his teeth. He always forgets how quickly Alucard heals, how high his threshold for sensation. The second time he bites, it's hard enough to leave a shallow indentation in the skin, but not enough to break it altogether.]
I meant this. "Look down at someone else's hand on you", remember? Fuck, that was something else.
[He pauses a moment, then grins, and even if Alucard can't see it, there's no doubt he'll be able to hear it.]
Though I can always start singing again. On purpose.
[The bite makes him groan, much louder than he was expecting out of himself. Alucard shudders and tips his head, encouraging his teeth. They're sharper, and he wants them, wants whatever Jotaro will give him.]
I'm glad you enjoyed something so simple. But I'd like to show you more sometime.
[His hand stills a minute, like a physical expression of the thoughts turning over and over in his mind, as a sudden thought forms. A moment later, he draws it back just a fraction, tugging the fabric of the kimono back to drape over Alucard's hard-on, and shifts to palming him through the cloth instead of beneath it.]
Hmm. Nah, I think I want to take my time with you.
[He tucks against Alucard's neck again, spurred on by the implicit encouragement, and bites again — deeper than before, but still not letting his teeth pierce.]
[The sudden soft fabric against his cock makes Alucard gasp, his hips jerking up toward Jotaro's hand. He hisses through his own teeth, gladly accepting the bite on his throat as it spurs him on.]
[He gives Alucard a second to think about that, then palms him through the silk again, a little more firmly this time. He's going to have to put some thought into this in the future, this combination of silk and skin. He likes knowing the things that make Alucard react like this.]
Warn me when you're close. I won't let you make a mess. Promise.
[The hand supporting him around the waist slides down momentarily, catching him by the thigh and tugging his legs open wider, wanting Alucard to feel more performative, more on display, more obscene.]
[Squirming, Alucard gives another helpless thrust into Jotaro's hand, shuddering at how smooth and soft it is. It'd be easy to just chase after the feeling until he was done, but he meant what he said: he doesn't want to ruin the kimono, so he has to steel himself and resist.
It makes him whimper, the way his legs are pushed apart more. If he really wanted, he could close them, keep some dignity and decency -- but he doesn't. He has no desire to, and likes the rush of obscenity running through him. So he keeps them apart, lets Jotaro arrange his as he'd like.]
[The way Alucard squirms in his lap makes him groan low, claws pricking at skin as he reflexively digs his fingers into Alucard's thigh. His heart rate is picking up, his breath a touch more ragged than before. There's a lot that's enjoyable about this position, and he relishes it, but still it's unfortunate that it's so hard to see Alucard's reactions when he's facing away. Something to think about for later.
At the moment, however, he's finding himself starting to feel warm — intensely warm, not with heat but with chroma burn more potent than he's felt before. He's not looking at his wrist, not thinking about anything except for Alucard at the moment, but if he were he'd see his chroma bank beginning to rise at a rapid rate, climbing higher with every passing second.]
Fuck, you're so...
[But the thought goes unfinished, as he strokes Alucard's cock wrapped in silk and tries to stay mindful of his reactions, how he shakes, just in case he's not quick enough himself to warn him of his climax.]
[He lets himself relish in someone else's grip for once. Jotaro is strong, especially like this, and he can relax into it without any fear. The sighs escaping his lips quickly become more urgent, whining softly as he rolls into Jotaro's strokes, quivering at the silk.]
Jojo. [Adrian swallows and pushes harder into his hand.] I'm close, please. Please.
[He wants to come. Badly. But he's going to wait it out and not risk the lovely outfit Jotaro had gotten him.]
[He did this, he thinks to himself as he slides his free hand up Adrian's side and pulls open the tie of his kimono, loosening it enough that he can part the fabric well out of the way to guard against the possibility of a stain. He did this, he's the one who made Adrian shake, who brought him this close to the edge.
The wolf would've reveled in that sort of possessiveness; the dragon, he finds, takes a different tack on the same sentiment. Where his wolf traits tend to fixate on being everything to his partner, the dragon...treasures.
Hah. That's sort of appropriate, isn't it.]
There. Now move with it...
[He rocks his hips beneath Adrian, using the motion to push the both of them, as he circles his fingers around Adrian's bare cock and strokes down to meet each thrust.]
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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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[He leans in, nuzzling close. Alucard wants to ignore it, but the boner? Pretty rock solid. That singing really did affect him deeply.]
I can do it myself, but... I would enjoy your touch, too. If you don't mind.
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[He thinks a minute, then slides back a little further on his couch cushion before reaching over to drag Alucard into his waiting lap, back to chest and facing away from him. A little unfair, maybe, when he's certain of how much Alucard will probably want to kiss him or bite him, but his isn't an altogether unfamiliar position, either.]
That's not the only reason. Taking responsibility, I mean. It's just one that sounds good.
[With one arm wrapped around Alucard's waist to help hold him in place, the other hand nudges the folds of the kimono aside, dipping beneath in search of his erection.]
By the way, how's this for practicing teasing on you?
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So he leans back, basking in Jotaro's warmth and hold, spreading his legs out a nudge more to let Jotaro's hand roam and look for his cock.]
Sufficient, if not a bit accidental on your part? What with the singing's effect. [BONER SONG.]
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[Another nice thing about the way Alucard's kimono sleeve has slipped off his shoulder: it makes for a tantalizing target for a nip. It's too soft at first, because he's trying to be too careful about his teeth. He always forgets how quickly Alucard heals, how high his threshold for sensation. The second time he bites, it's hard enough to leave a shallow indentation in the skin, but not enough to break it altogether.]
I meant this. "Look down at someone else's hand on you", remember? Fuck, that was something else.
[He pauses a moment, then grins, and even if Alucard can't see it, there's no doubt he'll be able to hear it.]
Though I can always start singing again. On purpose.
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I'm glad you enjoyed something so simple. But I'd like to show you more sometime.
[He snorts, smiling to himself.]
If you want to end this quickly, you can do that.
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[His hand stills a minute, like a physical expression of the thoughts turning over and over in his mind, as a sudden thought forms. A moment later, he draws it back just a fraction, tugging the fabric of the kimono back to drape over Alucard's hard-on, and shifts to palming him through the cloth instead of beneath it.]
Hmm. Nah, I think I want to take my time with you.
[He tucks against Alucard's neck again, spurred on by the implicit encouragement, and bites again — deeper than before, but still not letting his teeth pierce.]
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I don't-- want to ruin what you got me.
[Oh, but it does feel nice.]
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[He gives Alucard a second to think about that, then palms him through the silk again, a little more firmly this time. He's going to have to put some thought into this in the future, this combination of silk and skin. He likes knowing the things that make Alucard react like this.]
Warn me when you're close. I won't let you make a mess. Promise.
[The hand supporting him around the waist slides down momentarily, catching him by the thigh and tugging his legs open wider, wanting Alucard to feel more performative, more on display, more obscene.]
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[Squirming, Alucard gives another helpless thrust into Jotaro's hand, shuddering at how smooth and soft it is. It'd be easy to just chase after the feeling until he was done, but he meant what he said: he doesn't want to ruin the kimono, so he has to steel himself and resist.
It makes him whimper, the way his legs are pushed apart more. If he really wanted, he could close them, keep some dignity and decency -- but he doesn't. He has no desire to, and likes the rush of obscenity running through him. So he keeps them apart, lets Jotaro arrange his as he'd like.]
It's good.
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At the moment, however, he's finding himself starting to feel warm — intensely warm, not with heat but with chroma burn more potent than he's felt before. He's not looking at his wrist, not thinking about anything except for Alucard at the moment, but if he were he'd see his chroma bank beginning to rise at a rapid rate, climbing higher with every passing second.]
Fuck, you're so...
[But the thought goes unfinished, as he strokes Alucard's cock wrapped in silk and tries to stay mindful of his reactions, how he shakes, just in case he's not quick enough himself to warn him of his climax.]
Adrian...
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Jojo. [Adrian swallows and pushes harder into his hand.] I'm close, please. Please.
[He wants to come. Badly. But he's going to wait it out and not risk the lovely outfit Jotaro had gotten him.]
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[He did this, he thinks to himself as he slides his free hand up Adrian's side and pulls open the tie of his kimono, loosening it enough that he can part the fabric well out of the way to guard against the possibility of a stain. He did this, he's the one who made Adrian shake, who brought him this close to the edge.
The wolf would've reveled in that sort of possessiveness; the dragon, he finds, takes a different tack on the same sentiment. Where his wolf traits tend to fixate on being everything to his partner, the dragon...treasures.
Hah. That's sort of appropriate, isn't it.]
There. Now move with it...
[He rocks his hips beneath Adrian, using the motion to push the both of them, as he circles his fingers around Adrian's bare cock and strokes down to meet each thrust.]
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