[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.]
[Adrian places his hands onto Jotaro's thighs, gently squeezing before he slides both palms up. One finger slowly traces over the very distinct bulge in Jotaro's pants.]
So it's different again.
[He glances up at Jotaro, and he smiles sharply.]
Unless your cock is suddenly, I don't know, a small mammal? Then I think we'll be fine.
[His breathing is changing already, settling into longer inhales that release as sighs. At the slightest pressure of Adrian's hands, he lets his legs fall open a little wider, fully conscious of how his pose echoes precisely what he'd done to Adrian before.
Well. Fair's fair, and turnabout is fair play.]
Never really thought I'd catch myself being grateful for the times when I have a normal dick.
[He groans softly, hips rolling up into the touch of Adrian's fingertip, and it's not nearly enough.]
That's really where you draw your line, huh? Trouser weasels?
I haven't encountered too much in the way of exciting genitalia, so excuse me if my imagination is a bit limited. Now...
[Slowly, he unbuttons Jotaro's trousers, then tugs down the zipper. Parting the opening, he folds it down just enough so he can cup him through his underclothes.]
[He groans again, squirming beneath the sleek pressure of Adrian's palm, and lifts his hips up as much as he can to try to help shove the elastic of his boxers down.
As the fabric slides away from his hips, more of those glistening black scales appear, swept across his pelvis and hipbones like a pair of hands wrapped around him from behind. They're lovely things, these ones more pliable than the armored ones that seem designed to protect his shoulders and neck.
He shuffles a touch more, attempting it one-handed at first before eventually deciding to just make his boxers a sacrifice to the cause, and wipes his still-sticky hand on them before tugging the whole mess, pants and boxers both, down to his thighs.
Here, too, there are scales wrapped around a half-section of each thigh, smooth and sleek, but his hardened cock is all menacing ridges with slender narrows between them, thick near the tip and bulging the whole way down.]
...See. Couldn't really blame somebody for running screaming.
I suppose if they don't have a particularly open mind.
[It is an intimidating looking thing if one has only really had sex with perfectly normal humans for their entire life. And granted, that is indeed most people. But the idea of monstrous features is not unusual to him, and he certainly has more than enough patience for Jotaro.]
I admit, I don't know if I could fit the whole thing in my mouth. But I think we can make this work.
[There's a pause, then Adrian tugs open the rest of the kimono to leave his chest exposed. He presses as close to the couch and Jotaro as he can, considers, then tugs on his hips.]
Get closer. Until it's... on my chest. Understand?
Well, that's nothing new. Back home I never fit anyplace sized for a normal person, either.
[It's...an attempt at making light of it? He's trying. And probably, he reminds himself, this is how it feels for Adrian when Iris makes him...leak. Not impossible to cope with, but just...frustrating, in little ways. Never being able to forget that something isn't quite right.
Still, he's easily distracted when Adrian bares his chest (and his scar, the one that even his unique healing couldn't surmount, and yet it doesn't make him any less beautiful for it, oh no), and as he's bidden to move closer, he abruptly sees where this is going.]
Like...this, yeah?
[He shuffles and adjusts, squirming until he finds a position that leaves him some leverage but still gets him close enough to nestle his weird funky dragon cock comfortably into the valley between Adrian's pecs.]
Sex is one thing. Having this in my mouth while I have fangs is another.
[The scales would probably protect Jotaro, but he wants to be sure. Besides, this arrangement isn't... terrible, actually. He breathes in just a bit more sharply as he looks down, watching how it fits against his chest between his pecs. It's... warm, very warm, actually quite pleasantly so.]
How is that? [Adrian arches his back slightly, letting Jotaro's cock slide against his skin before he's bowing his head to kiss the tip lightly.] Comfortable?
[Oh, right. Yeah, right, fangs. Talk about things that do not belong near dicks.]
Yeah. The leg, fine. My neck, okay. But I gotta draw the line at biting my dick.
[He reaches for the back of Adrian's head, ruffling his hair almost playfully, and half-stifles an attractive noise when Adrian starts to toy with him in all sorts of interesting ways.]
Ah...yeah, s'good. S'great. It's...
[He turns slightly red, chewing at his lower lip.]
Well, if you really want, I can bite your cock. But I think we should limit your indulgence with my teeth.
[The hair ruffle is silly, but nice. Sometimes it surprises even him how comfortable he's become with Jotaro. How odd to think they've known each other for a couple of months now.]
You can move. If you want to. [Adrian looks down at himself, then raises both of his hands to push his pecs together, pressing around Jotaro. He might give an air of confidence, if only because he can't blush. With no recent blood, it isn't easy to tell if Adrian is flustered or not. And he is, really, at this debauchery, but he also wants to do this with Jotaro.]
I encourage it, really.
[His head bows down again, his lips pressing over the tip of his cock once more. It's like an open-mouthed kiss, but his tongue snakes out to tease.]
[It really is kind of a shame that he can't blush, because the lack of visible fluster really lends itself to the appearance of confidence Adrian seems to exude. Between the outfit and his own natural elegance, he looks like nothing so much as some sort of fantasy courtesan straight out of legend.
And yeah, that works wonders on Jotaro, who beneath all the scales and terror is still just a red-blooded mostly-virgin whose eyes are going big as dinner plates from the sight of his cock being worked like this. This is like...something out of a movie. Something that happens to other people. Holy fuck.]
Y-You know I like your teeth. Just not in my cock.
[THIS HAS BECOME SUCH A CONVERSATION TOPIC. But it's really starting to feel good now, the friction and the heat of Adrian's mouth and tongue, and he's starting to lean into it, picking up the pace in gradual pursuit of his pleasure, rather than simply letting it be put upon him.]
Hey, is it — is this, is it fun? For you. This, you...you like this, yeah?
[When Adrian pulls off of his cock, it's with a wet sounding pop that's loud enough to even embarrass him, albeit that's difficult to see in Adrian's face.]
I like the way you look at me. The way you... look embarrassed. But excited. Like you don't know what to do with yourself.
[He licks a palm before stroking it down Jotaro's cock, just once, just to make it even smoother for him against his chest. The hand goes back to cushioning him with his chest before he gives almost a dainty looking lick to the head.]
[Guess who's BEET RED now, courtesy of that audible noise. He's embarrassed enough that he actually brings a hand back to scrub at his face, as though rubbing his skin will somehow wipe some of the flush out of it.
Fuck, he feels so good. This is so obscene. Moonlacing is incredible. And again, without his realizing it, his chroma balance is skyrocketing.]
Sometimes I don't even know what you see in me. And then I just hope to fuck that whatever it is, you don't stop seeing it.
[His tail lashes the air, unbidden; he slides a little closer, planting his feet more firmly to get a better angle of leverage, and despite himself, shoves up emphatically toward Adrian's hovering mouth.]
Yeah. I like it. Like doing it to you. Like it when you do it to me.
[The reaction is the best kind of reward that Adrian could ask for. He tries not to grin too hard, but his fangs are so prominent that it's impossible to ignore. The redness in his face, his tail lashing, and finally Jotaro is moving.
Adrian opens his mouth catching the tip inside for a moment, giving it a proper suck before licking it.]
I could make a list so easily. [Softly, he adds:] You have no idea how much you mean to me.
[He leans back a little, encouraging Jotaro to keep moving. Young Man's First Tittyfuck, c'mon.]
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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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So it's different again.
[He glances up at Jotaro, and he smiles sharply.]
Unless your cock is suddenly, I don't know, a small mammal? Then I think we'll be fine.
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Well. Fair's fair, and turnabout is fair play.]
Never really thought I'd catch myself being grateful for the times when I have a normal dick.
[He groans softly, hips rolling up into the touch of Adrian's fingertip, and it's not nearly enough.]
That's really where you draw your line, huh? Trouser weasels?
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[Slowly, he unbuttons Jotaro's trousers, then tugs down the zipper. Parting the opening, he folds it down just enough so he can cup him through his underclothes.]
Show me. I want to know.
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[He groans again, squirming beneath the sleek pressure of Adrian's palm, and lifts his hips up as much as he can to try to help shove the elastic of his boxers down.
As the fabric slides away from his hips, more of those glistening black scales appear, swept across his pelvis and hipbones like a pair of hands wrapped around him from behind. They're lovely things, these ones more pliable than the armored ones that seem designed to protect his shoulders and neck.
He shuffles a touch more, attempting it one-handed at first before eventually deciding to just make his boxers a sacrifice to the cause, and wipes his still-sticky hand on them before tugging the whole mess, pants and boxers both, down to his thighs.
Here, too, there are scales wrapped around a half-section of each thigh, smooth and sleek, but his hardened cock is all menacing ridges with slender narrows between them, thick near the tip and bulging the whole way down.]
...See. Couldn't really blame somebody for running screaming.
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[It is an intimidating looking thing if one has only really had sex with perfectly normal humans for their entire life. And granted, that is indeed most people. But the idea of monstrous features is not unusual to him, and he certainly has more than enough patience for Jotaro.]
I admit, I don't know if I could fit the whole thing in my mouth. But I think we can make this work.
[There's a pause, then Adrian tugs open the rest of the kimono to leave his chest exposed. He presses as close to the couch and Jotaro as he can, considers, then tugs on his hips.]
Get closer. Until it's... on my chest. Understand?
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[It's...an attempt at making light of it? He's trying. And probably, he reminds himself, this is how it feels for Adrian when Iris makes him...leak. Not impossible to cope with, but just...frustrating, in little ways. Never being able to forget that something isn't quite right.
Still, he's easily distracted when Adrian bares his chest (and his scar, the one that even his unique healing couldn't surmount, and yet it doesn't make him any less beautiful for it, oh no), and as he's bidden to move closer, he abruptly sees where this is going.]
Like...this, yeah?
[He shuffles and adjusts, squirming until he finds a position that leaves him some leverage but still gets him close enough to nestle his weird funky dragon cock comfortably into the valley between Adrian's pecs.]
...Oh.
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[The scales would probably protect Jotaro, but he wants to be sure. Besides, this arrangement isn't... terrible, actually. He breathes in just a bit more sharply as he looks down, watching how it fits against his chest between his pecs. It's... warm, very warm, actually quite pleasantly so.]
How is that? [Adrian arches his back slightly, letting Jotaro's cock slide against his skin before he's bowing his head to kiss the tip lightly.] Comfortable?
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Yeah. The leg, fine. My neck, okay. But I gotta draw the line at biting my dick.
[He reaches for the back of Adrian's head, ruffling his hair almost playfully, and half-stifles an attractive noise when Adrian starts to toy with him in all sorts of interesting ways.]
Ah...yeah, s'good. S'great. It's...
[He turns slightly red, chewing at his lower lip.]
...soft.
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[The hair ruffle is silly, but nice. Sometimes it surprises even him how comfortable he's become with Jotaro. How odd to think they've known each other for a couple of months now.]
You can move. If you want to. [Adrian looks down at himself, then raises both of his hands to push his pecs together, pressing around Jotaro. He might give an air of confidence, if only because he can't blush. With no recent blood, it isn't easy to tell if Adrian is flustered or not. And he is, really, at this debauchery, but he also wants to do this with Jotaro.]
I encourage it, really.
[His head bows down again, his lips pressing over the tip of his cock once more. It's like an open-mouthed kiss, but his tongue snakes out to tease.]
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And yeah, that works wonders on Jotaro, who beneath all the scales and terror is still just a red-blooded mostly-virgin whose eyes are going big as dinner plates from the sight of his cock being worked like this. This is like...something out of a movie. Something that happens to other people. Holy fuck.]
Y-You know I like your teeth. Just not in my cock.
[THIS HAS BECOME SUCH A CONVERSATION TOPIC. But it's really starting to feel good now, the friction and the heat of Adrian's mouth and tongue, and he's starting to lean into it, picking up the pace in gradual pursuit of his pleasure, rather than simply letting it be put upon him.]
Hey, is it — is this, is it fun? For you. This, you...you like this, yeah?
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I like the way you look at me. The way you... look embarrassed. But excited. Like you don't know what to do with yourself.
[He licks a palm before stroking it down Jotaro's cock, just once, just to make it even smoother for him against his chest. The hand goes back to cushioning him with his chest before he gives almost a dainty looking lick to the head.]
It's fun. Is it for you?
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[Guess who's BEET RED now, courtesy of that audible noise. He's embarrassed enough that he actually brings a hand back to scrub at his face, as though rubbing his skin will somehow wipe some of the flush out of it.
Fuck, he feels so good. This is so obscene. Moonlacing is incredible. And again, without his realizing it, his chroma balance is skyrocketing.]
Sometimes I don't even know what you see in me. And then I just hope to fuck that whatever it is, you don't stop seeing it.
[His tail lashes the air, unbidden; he slides a little closer, planting his feet more firmly to get a better angle of leverage, and despite himself, shoves up emphatically toward Adrian's hovering mouth.]
Yeah. I like it. Like doing it to you. Like it when you do it to me.
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Adrian opens his mouth catching the tip inside for a moment, giving it a proper suck before licking it.]
I could make a list so easily. [Softly, he adds:] You have no idea how much you mean to me.
[He leans back a little, encouraging Jotaro to keep moving. Young Man's First Tittyfuck, c'mon.]
So long as it is with you.
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