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.]
[For a second, he's so into it that he forgets himself; he mumbles something under his breath but it's all in haphazard Japanese and broken up by a groan. But eventually he starts to grow quiet, reduced just to panting as he bears down hard on his goal of finding satisfaction, and he winds up hooking a hand behind Adrian's neck like he desperately needs to keep hold of him as he gets close to climax.
He wonders what that means, how much you mean to me. He thinks fleetingly of fingers brushing through the curls that like to fall across his forehead, and the way Adrian smiles when he eats something he's cooked, and the way he wordlessly begs for kisses in those moments when he goes docile and soft.
Maybe Adrian's got a list like that.
What a thing to think, at a time like this.]
G-Get — get the, the silk, take it off, m'gonna...
[He remembered, good boy that he is, that Adrian doesn't want his kimono ruined, and he doesn't want to take any chances.]
[The hand on his neck feels possessive, and properly so. He let's him, keeps his lips open for whenever Jotaro is pushing up and fucking himself against his chest. His tongue is ready to greet him at each time
And he's close. Good.
Almost dramatically, he flings off the kimono alto spare it from the mess. Adrian pushes his chest out, inviting him.]
[He bucks his hips once, twice, and comes, less noisily this time than he's sometimes been in the past, but what he lacks in sound he makes up for with the look in his eyes, radiant with magic and absolutely molten with heat.
What he isn't expecting, though, is how long the climax lasts, comparatively speaking. Maybe the dragon influence just gave him an unsettling amount of stamina, or maybe he's just so turned on that he can't stop, but it's enough that it leaves him trembling and thoroughly spent, slumped down on the couch with sweat beading on his face and his scales gleaming with a brighter crystal fire than before.
And the chroma — the chroma is almost overwhelming, like two-thirds of his soul were sucked out to make room for the golden feeling thrumming beneath his skin, and there's still plenty of excess besides. He's exhausted, but there isn't a single bit of him that hurts. He knows objectively that his muscles should ache, but the burn of pain feels like something that happens to other people, while he lies still and untouchable amid the firestorm of pleasure.]
Adrian...!
[He doesn't mean to do it. But if his previous utilization of his dragon's siren song had been potent, this one whimper is on an entirely different order of magnitude. It's pure and unfettered and simple: he simply wants. He wants his dhampir, unconditionally, in whatever form he can have him, and begs for him with the full force of his dragon's magic behind it.]
[In his heart, it's beautiful to watch and feel Jotaro climax like this, how much he's enjoyed himself and the white mess marking itself across his chin and chest. Idly, he licks off his bottom lip, a new way to taste him outside of kisses and blood. And it's long, the amount of time he just comes, spent and glamorous with his scale glimmering.
And there is of course that curious part of Adrian who watches, fascinated by the new feature of Sanguis, the dragon slowly becoming sated. It's marvelous.
Then the way he's asked for-- it spurs him on. He doesn't even think about questioning it. Adrian rises to his feet and goes to curl up at Jotaro's side, kissing his cheek, his jaw.]
[Even as he says it, he's tilting his face into the kisses, angling for the attention. He doesn't hurt, and that feels important to tell Adrian, except that he can't seem to get the words from his mind to his mouth. It doesn't hurt; his body doesn't hurt anywhere, not even the slightest irritant or mildest ache, and the euphoria of it is overpowering.
Of its own volition, his tail arcs up and wraps loosely around one of Adrian's wrists like a muscular, scaly bracelet, keeping hold of him in a manner born purely of instinct.]
[He teases, but he doesn't care. It's nothing they can't wash from anyway. So he leans in, closing the distance for each kiss, tender and sweet as the last.
The tail is strange and surprising, but not unwelcome. He wonders if Jotaro even notices.]
I'm glad you enjoyed it so. The way you finished was impressive.
[Times like this, it really shows that Adrian is an old-fashioned vampire prince. He could've just said "you came like a firehose and look like you ejected half your soul and most of your brains doing it", but he's classy.]
...I don't hurt. Anywhere. I mean nothing...I don't feel it.
[It really says something, that Adrian is the only doctor he trusts with his own health, and he's not even really a doctor.]
Hm. Then... you're more like me right now. It's difficult for me to become exhausted after I've been intimate. And I certainly never ache after. [A vampire's recovery? Ridiculous.]
Well, before your mess dries off on me, I would like to clean it off. If you wish to join me?
I'm just glad you're okay with it. Still want to see me, I mean. I know it's a lot.
[Up he goes, still a mess, pants still halfway down his thighs until he tugs them back up into place but leaves them unbuttoned because he's just going to shed them anyway.
Speaking of, he finds the kimono and retrieves it from where it had fallen, intent on taking it along with them.]
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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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He wonders what that means, how much you mean to me. He thinks fleetingly of fingers brushing through the curls that like to fall across his forehead, and the way Adrian smiles when he eats something he's cooked, and the way he wordlessly begs for kisses in those moments when he goes docile and soft.
Maybe Adrian's got a list like that.
What a thing to think, at a time like this.]
G-Get — get the, the silk, take it off, m'gonna...
[He remembered, good boy that he is, that Adrian doesn't want his kimono ruined, and he doesn't want to take any chances.]
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And he's close. Good.
Almost dramatically, he flings off the kimono alto spare it from the mess. Adrian pushes his chest out, inviting him.]
Then do it already.
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[He bucks his hips once, twice, and comes, less noisily this time than he's sometimes been in the past, but what he lacks in sound he makes up for with the look in his eyes, radiant with magic and absolutely molten with heat.
What he isn't expecting, though, is how long the climax lasts, comparatively speaking. Maybe the dragon influence just gave him an unsettling amount of stamina, or maybe he's just so turned on that he can't stop, but it's enough that it leaves him trembling and thoroughly spent, slumped down on the couch with sweat beading on his face and his scales gleaming with a brighter crystal fire than before.
And the chroma — the chroma is almost overwhelming, like two-thirds of his soul were sucked out to make room for the golden feeling thrumming beneath his skin, and there's still plenty of excess besides. He's exhausted, but there isn't a single bit of him that hurts. He knows objectively that his muscles should ache, but the burn of pain feels like something that happens to other people, while he lies still and untouchable amid the firestorm of pleasure.]
Adrian...!
[He doesn't mean to do it. But if his previous utilization of his dragon's siren song had been potent, this one whimper is on an entirely different order of magnitude. It's pure and unfettered and simple: he simply wants. He wants his dhampir, unconditionally, in whatever form he can have him, and begs for him with the full force of his dragon's magic behind it.]
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And there is of course that curious part of Adrian who watches, fascinated by the new feature of Sanguis, the dragon slowly becoming sated. It's marvelous.
Then the way he's asked for-- it spurs him on. He doesn't even think about questioning it. Adrian rises to his feet and goes to curl up at Jotaro's side, kissing his cheek, his jaw.]
Shh, I'm here.
Bit of a mess, but I'm here for you.
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[Even as he says it, he's tilting his face into the kisses, angling for the attention. He doesn't hurt, and that feels important to tell Adrian, except that he can't seem to get the words from his mind to his mouth. It doesn't hurt; his body doesn't hurt anywhere, not even the slightest irritant or mildest ache, and the euphoria of it is overpowering.
Of its own volition, his tail arcs up and wraps loosely around one of Adrian's wrists like a muscular, scaly bracelet, keeping hold of him in a manner born purely of instinct.]
That was...something else...
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[He teases, but he doesn't care. It's nothing they can't wash from anyway. So he leans in, closing the distance for each kiss, tender and sweet as the last.
The tail is strange and surprising, but not unwelcome. He wonders if Jotaro even notices.]
I'm glad you enjoyed it so. The way you finished was impressive.
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[Times like this, it really shows that Adrian is an old-fashioned vampire prince. He could've just said "you came like a firehose and look like you ejected half your soul and most of your brains doing it", but he's classy.]
...I don't hurt. Anywhere. I mean nothing...I don't feel it.
[It really says something, that Adrian is the only doctor he trusts with his own health, and he's not even really a doctor.]
Dragon's full of surprises, I guess.
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Well, before your mess dries off on me, I would like to clean it off. If you wish to join me?
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[Maybe it's nonsense. Of course, maybe it isn't.]
Yeah. I...I don't want to be away from you right now. So yeah. I'll go, too.
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[Gently, he tugs Jotaro to stand with him.]
Then be with me. We'll clean up, and stay with each other.
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[Up he goes, still a mess, pants still halfway down his thighs until he tugs them back up into place but leaves them unbuttoned because he's just going to shed them anyway.
Speaking of, he finds the kimono and retrieves it from where it had fallen, intent on taking it along with them.]
Sounds good.