[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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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.