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.]
[It was one thing to watch how his covered length was being stroked before, but now there's the solid reality in front of him: Jotaro's hand on his cock, how he's being pushed from behind to follow his rhythm, watching how his palm slides against him.]
Oh.
[Adrian lets himself moan, watches as he jerks forward at Jotaro's guidance. It's that much easier to just let himself follow his own instincts, buck up into Jotaro's hand. Somehow the words, move with it, it sticks with him, and he knows he's cared for, safe, he can just relax, let go--
He comes with a gasp, pushing more urgently against Jotaro's palm, quivering as he finishes. It feels oddly relaxing like this, just being up against him and letting Jotaro touch him.
Adrian turns his head and sighs, closing his eyes.]
[It's somewhere in the middle of drinking in Adrian's moans that Jotaro realizes — it's honestly just fun to get him off. He hadn't really realized that sex could be fun, exactly; sure, it feels good and people turn into idiots where it's involved, but there's something about this that's just enjoyable in and of itself. Adrian is beautiful in his own right and even moreso when he's disheveled and coming apart at the seams, and when he comes Jotaro is already ready and waiting to wrap him up in his arms, letting him reach his peak and wind back slowly down to earth in the security of his embrace.
Fuck, he's so turned on and having Adrian sitting in his lap and draped over him isn't helping things a single bit. But it can wait, he reminds himself. He wants this first. He wants Adrian first.
His hand is sticky now, and there's nothing to wipe it on, but that's fine. He'll send Star for a towel in a minute. When he's done appreciating the vision he's got wrapped up in his arms.]
Happy, huh...
[He tips his head, finding whatever part of Adrian he can reach — hair, head, cheek, jaw, it doesn't mater — and nuzzling a kiss softly against him.]
[For a moment, he just concentrates on being draped like this in Jotaro's arms. Listening to his heartbeat, his breath, everything. It's grounding, and he sighs as he basks in his affection, his kissing and sweet contact.]
Thank you.
[He turns his head, trying to catch Jotaro's lips, even if it's brief. It's not an ideal position, but he wants it badly.]
[Adrian said there's something about his voice that's compelling when he's like this, that makes him feel calm and relaxed. And so he finds himself murmuring soft nonsense words as they wind down together, more just for the sake of giving him the sound of his voice than anything else. Words of praise twist together with bits of possessive coveting, yeah and good and mine.
He takes pity on Adrian when he tries to reach for a kiss, leaning to give him a better angle and more ample opportunity to bring their lips together properly. It's a little messy and needy, and it's just the way he likes it.]
Show me something new. Big or small...either way. But just...be my first for something else. Something new.
[For a moment, he just considers what would be a proper next step. After making a decision, he slips out of Jotaro's lap, working his way down to kneel on the floor and settling between his knees.]
[His hand is still tacky with come, but dealing with that minor issue is abruptly the very last thing on his mind as Adrian sinks down to the ground between his legs, looking a glorious mess in his haphazard silks and disheveled hair. In any other situation, it'd make him uncomfortable to see someone he cares about on their knees in front of him, off-put by the implicit power imbalance. But this isn't that, and anyway, Adrian would say something if he didn't like it.
Actually, he wouldn't have come up with this at all if he weren't interested, presumably. So...that's reassuring, to say the least.
Still, his trousers are straining visibly, and he swallows hard, nodding a little as his half-trapped tail flicks with abrupt interest.]
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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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Oh.
[Adrian lets himself moan, watches as he jerks forward at Jotaro's guidance. It's that much easier to just let himself follow his own instincts, buck up into Jotaro's hand. Somehow the words, move with it, it sticks with him, and he knows he's cared for, safe, he can just relax, let go--
He comes with a gasp, pushing more urgently against Jotaro's palm, quivering as he finishes. It feels oddly relaxing like this, just being up against him and letting Jotaro touch him.
Adrian turns his head and sighs, closing his eyes.]
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Fuck, he's so turned on and having Adrian sitting in his lap and draped over him isn't helping things a single bit. But it can wait, he reminds himself. He wants this first. He wants Adrian first.
His hand is sticky now, and there's nothing to wipe it on, but that's fine. He'll send Star for a towel in a minute. When he's done appreciating the vision he's got wrapped up in his arms.]
Happy, huh...
[He tips his head, finding whatever part of Adrian he can reach — hair, head, cheek, jaw, it doesn't mater — and nuzzling a kiss softly against him.]
S'okay. I've got you. Take your time.
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[For a moment, he just concentrates on being draped like this in Jotaro's arms. Listening to his heartbeat, his breath, everything. It's grounding, and he sighs as he basks in his affection, his kissing and sweet contact.]
Thank you.
[He turns his head, trying to catch Jotaro's lips, even if it's brief. It's not an ideal position, but he wants it badly.]
And you? What can I do for you?
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He takes pity on Adrian when he tries to reach for a kiss, leaning to give him a better angle and more ample opportunity to bring their lips together properly. It's a little messy and needy, and it's just the way he likes it.]
Show me something new. Big or small...either way. But just...be my first for something else. Something new.
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[For a moment, he just considers what would be a proper next step. After making a decision, he slips out of Jotaro's lap, working his way down to kneel on the floor and settling between his knees.]
Let me use my mouth.
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Actually, he wouldn't have come up with this at all if he weren't interested, presumably. So...that's reassuring, to say the least.
Still, his trousers are straining visibly, and he swallows hard, nodding a little as his half-trapped tail flicks with abrupt interest.]
If you see it and change your mind, it's okay.
[Dammit, Sanguis.]
I won't get pissed or anything, I mean.
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