[The warm hand on his stomach is nice, and he lets Jotaro touch him as he'd like. It's nice-- good to be wanted.]
Of course you hit him. [There's no judgment in his voice whatsoever.] He was saying things that upset you and you can be quite protective of those you care about. Frankly, I was more surprised by the notion that you two didn't fight at first.
[Adrian lays his head onto Jotaro's chest for a moment, closing his eyes and listening to his heartbeat. It's comforting to him, the beat of his life.]
Do you know what's interesting? I've actually known you for much longer than I've known him or Sypha. We knew each other for a few days at best.
You've had more time to know me, Jojo. So you do truly know me better than him.
[He's not sure why he'd instinctively assumed it would've been longer. Maybe because he can't help but analogize Alucard's quest to stop his father with his own crusade to kill Dio. Equating the two works in some respects, but not in others — turns out, time is the latter.]
You should've seen the way he acted after I hit him. Anybody who can take a punch like that...if he weren't such an asshole, I'd probably really like him.
[Checking first to make sure nothing's going to overturn if he moves them, Jotaro slowly shifts their positions — leaning back until he's lying on his back along the length of the couch, and pulling Adrian with him to lie on top of him, head still near his heart.]
But not if he's going to say shit like that about you.
[The shift in position is actually quite nice. Adrian tugs the blanket around his shoulders so that it covers both of them, then he settles his weight, smiling against Jotaro's chest.]
He has impressive recovery, I'll give him that. When we first met, I instigated a fight to see if he was worth being a hunter. Even after I struck him in the face, he was ready to attempt to stake me.
[He slides an arm around Jotaro's midsection.]
It's all right. ...I've said worse about him and his family. In any case, as I said, you don't have to like him or even deal with him. I wouldn't expect you to.
[There. This, this right here, is what he'd been hoping for all along when he'd first sought to pay Adrian a visit tonight. The movie on for little more than noise and pretense, while he gets to sprawl out on a couch and hold Adrian snug in his arms.
It's pleasantly warm beneath the blanket, with the body heat being shared. Adrian is heavy, but not uncomfortably so. This is...
He's happy. And he remembers a time, not so long ago, when he was up on a cold roof smoking cigarettes until his clothes stank of smoke, too jittery to sleep and too traumatized to even let his shoulder brush up against the person sitting next to him.
Thinking about that period overlaps with thoughts of Trevor, with how Adrian had described his life before Lunatia, and it doesn't absolve him of the asshole things he did and said, but he thinks he understands at least a little better.]
He knocked me into some turnips.
[HE WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT but he will admit to the turnips.]
Anyway. It just made me want to see you, that's all.
Terrible, the two of you. Disturbing the vegetables in your scuffle.
[Adrian lets out a slow sigh, barely even watching the film. He's catching parts, but really his focus is on Jotaro and how they're both arranged. It's nice and comforting. He'd hate to lose it.]
Well, if nothing else, he's good at making you know what kind of company you prefer.
...I'm glad you came. You always remind me of how far we've come.
Either that or he was just pretending he couldn't. Either way he's a bastard, though, you're right about that.
[Smiling, he catches Adrian's lower lip between his own once the kiss ends, keeping him from drawing away for just a little longer.]
The triple moon will be over by then. It'll just be us. And I want to...
[Fuck. Where is the right word? He knows it, but it feels so stupid in his mouth — but. But this is for Adrian. It's not about him. So...so, he'll just have to suck it up, no matter how embarrassing or unlike him it feels.]
I want to make love. [GOD, THAT PHRASE, BURY HIM HERE.] With you. But...I want you to tell me how you want it, if you want that. And I want it to be what you want, so just be selfish this once...okay?
He has no magical inclination. I wouldn't be surprised to know he couldn't perceive Star.
[Patiently, Adrian waits until Jotaro finally reaches the topic. The way he describes it-- making love. Though Jotaro might be embarrassed at saying it, Adrian's attention is captured and he looks at him curiously.
Outside of the moon phases. Just them, as people. Who they are. No Iris making him needy, or Sanguis making Jotaro more territorial.]
I would... like that. Just you and me, no influences.
[Adrian takes in a breath, holds it, then decides on his words.]
I want you to take me. I've wanted that, to feel you. I have thought about the other way around and I want that as well, but... for our first time, that's how I'd like it, I think.
Oh, then I'm absolutely gonna use Star to fuck with him.
[But enough talk of fucking with Belmonts, there is a much more important variety of fucking to be discussed at present.]
I don't think we've ever done it without influences, have we?
[With one hand still linked to Adrian's, he frees the other from under the drape of the blanket, threading his fingers through Adrian's hair and tugging lightly.]
Of course it's all right. I want to know, too...how hot you are inside...
[He grins, crookedly.]
I promise there'll be more to it than just that. But I figured that was one part I shouldn't leave as a surprise. Besides, now you've got something to look forward to all month.
[But yes, enough Belmont talk. There's important Sexy Talk happening right now. The gentle tugs are nice, and he does like it from either Jotaro or his Stand. It-- might be nice if they were also pulled during intimacy too.
It's a thought.
He ducks his head a little when Jotaro mentions how he'll feel inside, but he smiles, almost bashfully.]
I will look forward to it, very much so. Where should we...? I could have someone look after Trevor if you want it here.
I was thinking my place, just so I can, uh...decorate. It'd be more familiar, too — I was kinda thinking about getting one of those fancy hotel rooms up on level one, but then I thought...
[His cheeks heat, just a fraction, but it's not because he's embarrassed.]
I thought you might be happier somewhere that smelled familiar. I want you to be able to relax.
[Hmm.]
Or, if you want to be here, then let me have your keys for the afternoon, and go out for a couple hours. I can make that work too.
[He lets his eyes fall closed, each murmur fitted into the spaces between kisses, more vulnerable and unguarded behind lowered eyelids, but that's the way that he wants it.]
I'm selfish, too, because that's what I'm getting out of it. I want to give you a perfect night, or as close as I can get it.
[He ruffles Adrian's hair, then gently tries to guide him down to rest his head on his shoulder again, tucked in against his neck where they both like him best.]
Tell me what you've imagined me doing to you. I don't mean like a list of ideas. I mean...tell me a story. How it goes, in your imagination. Tell me a really good one.
[At the encouragement, he relaxes against Jotaro, absently nuzzling at his throat and not far from where the bite mark is.
The request makes him smile, almost shyly. Thankfully, Jotaro can't see it.]
Our hands are intertwined, and you take me to the bedroom, help me undress. You kiss my body as if to be sure I am yours, and gently lay me down onto the bed. Your hands touch and tease me, and... [Adrian hesitates.] Is it wrong? That I've thought about Star touching me too.
[Well...that's sort of new, but the more that he reflects on it, the more he grows to discover that he's not really opposed to the idea generally. Star is an extension of himself, so it's not as though he could ever be jealous of his own Stand or anything like that. And they're a package deal — that's what Kakyoin always wanted too, wasn't it? To have all parts of him accepted?
Thinking of Kakyoin gives him momentary pause, and for a second he aches for him, even as he settles back in to the familiar feeling of Adrian's weight on his chest and the warmth of holding him close. It's...nice to be able to think of Kakyoin without making himself sad, he discovers absently. For a while there he thought he'd never be able to.]
...I don't think it's wrong. You like him, right?
[And actually...the more he thinks about it, the more he considers the advantages of the idea. Star's the one who can keep up with Adrian, and it's not as though he can't feel everything his Stand feels too, to some degree, so maybe...]
I do. And I think he likes me as well, all things considered, but I wasn't sure how you felt about involving him like this.
[But he's relieved that Jotaro doesn't think it's weird or bad or anything like that, so he lets out a little sigh of relief before he nuzzles again, getting comfortable.]
I thought about him... keeping me busy while you're preparing yourself. Or that maybe you'd like to watch us for awhile. I wasn't sure how you felt about that kind of thing, but he is part of you. And I want to be with every part of you.
I mean, I hadn't really thought about it before. But I've never been with someone who could see him before now, either.
[He runs his hand through Adrian's hair again, holding him by the nape of his neck, then lets his hand continue beneath the drape of the blanket as it starts to work its way down his spine.]
...Your fangs wouldn't hurt him. And I wouldn't feel it even if they scratched him.
[Almost playfully, his other hand comes up to touch Adrian's cheek, the pad of his thumb hooking into the corner of his mouth and giving a teasing tug.]
You ever think about having his dick in your mouth?
Well. He can change his shape, so...mm. Pretty sure he could have one if I wanted him to. Pretty sure he could have whatever I wanted him to, actually. Not like I've ever tried, but...
[He'd shrug, if he weren't comfortably pinned. As it is, he lifts his shoulders a touch anyway, indicative.]
Star always does what I need him to. So I'm sure he could.
[His hand settles at the small of Adrian's back, possessive.]
You want to know what I think about you? Fair's fair.
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Of course you hit him. [There's no judgment in his voice whatsoever.] He was saying things that upset you and you can be quite protective of those you care about. Frankly, I was more surprised by the notion that you two didn't fight at first.
[Adrian lays his head onto Jotaro's chest for a moment, closing his eyes and listening to his heartbeat. It's comforting to him, the beat of his life.]
Do you know what's interesting? I've actually known you for much longer than I've known him or Sypha. We knew each other for a few days at best.
You've had more time to know me, Jojo. So you do truly know me better than him.
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[He's not sure why he'd instinctively assumed it would've been longer. Maybe because he can't help but analogize Alucard's quest to stop his father with his own crusade to kill Dio. Equating the two works in some respects, but not in others — turns out, time is the latter.]
You should've seen the way he acted after I hit him. Anybody who can take a punch like that...if he weren't such an asshole, I'd probably really like him.
[Checking first to make sure nothing's going to overturn if he moves them, Jotaro slowly shifts their positions — leaning back until he's lying on his back along the length of the couch, and pulling Adrian with him to lie on top of him, head still near his heart.]
But not if he's going to say shit like that about you.
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He has impressive recovery, I'll give him that. When we first met, I instigated a fight to see if he was worth being a hunter. Even after I struck him in the face, he was ready to attempt to stake me.
[He slides an arm around Jotaro's midsection.]
It's all right. ...I've said worse about him and his family. In any case, as I said, you don't have to like him or even deal with him. I wouldn't expect you to.
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It's pleasantly warm beneath the blanket, with the body heat being shared. Adrian is heavy, but not uncomfortably so. This is...
He's happy. And he remembers a time, not so long ago, when he was up on a cold roof smoking cigarettes until his clothes stank of smoke, too jittery to sleep and too traumatized to even let his shoulder brush up against the person sitting next to him.
Thinking about that period overlaps with thoughts of Trevor, with how Adrian had described his life before Lunatia, and it doesn't absolve him of the asshole things he did and said, but he thinks he understands at least a little better.]
He knocked me into some turnips.
[HE WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT but he will admit to the turnips.]
Anyway. It just made me want to see you, that's all.
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[Adrian lets out a slow sigh, barely even watching the film. He's catching parts, but really his focus is on Jotaro and how they're both arranged. It's nice and comforting. He'd hate to lose it.]
Well, if nothing else, he's good at making you know what kind of company you prefer.
...I'm glad you came. You always remind me of how far we've come.
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[He lifts his chin, bringing his lips to brush Adrian's temple, and lingers there for far longer than necessary after placing his kiss.]
Yeah. I can't get enough of you cuddly bastards.
[Luckily, Indiana Bones is secure enough in his own career to hunt the Holy Grail regardless of who's watching.]
Wanted to ask you something, too. About your birthday.
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[Adrian shifts enough so he can get in closer, stealing a brief kiss from Jotaro's lips.]
Of course. Ask away.
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[Smiling, he catches Adrian's lower lip between his own once the kiss ends, keeping him from drawing away for just a little longer.]
The triple moon will be over by then. It'll just be us. And I want to...
[Fuck. Where is the right word? He knows it, but it feels so stupid in his mouth — but. But this is for Adrian. It's not about him. So...so, he'll just have to suck it up, no matter how embarrassing or unlike him it feels.]
I want to make love. [GOD, THAT PHRASE, BURY HIM HERE.] With you. But...I want you to tell me how you want it, if you want that. And I want it to be what you want, so just be selfish this once...okay?
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[Patiently, Adrian waits until Jotaro finally reaches the topic. The way he describes it-- making love. Though Jotaro might be embarrassed at saying it, Adrian's attention is captured and he looks at him curiously.
Outside of the moon phases. Just them, as people. Who they are. No Iris making him needy, or Sanguis making Jotaro more territorial.]
I would... like that. Just you and me, no influences.
[Adrian takes in a breath, holds it, then decides on his words.]
I want you to take me. I've wanted that, to feel you. I have thought about the other way around and I want that as well, but... for our first time, that's how I'd like it, I think.
[He takes Jotaro's hand, squeezing it.]
Is that all right?
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[But enough talk of fucking with Belmonts, there is a much more important variety of fucking to be discussed at present.]
I don't think we've ever done it without influences, have we?
[With one hand still linked to Adrian's, he frees the other from under the drape of the blanket, threading his fingers through Adrian's hair and tugging lightly.]
Of course it's all right. I want to know, too...how hot you are inside...
[He grins, crookedly.]
I promise there'll be more to it than just that. But I figured that was one part I shouldn't leave as a surprise. Besides, now you've got something to look forward to all month.
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[But yes, enough Belmont talk. There's important Sexy Talk happening right now. The gentle tugs are nice, and he does like it from either Jotaro or his Stand. It-- might be nice if they were also pulled during intimacy too.
It's a thought.
He ducks his head a little when Jotaro mentions how he'll feel inside, but he smiles, almost bashfully.]
I will look forward to it, very much so. Where should we...? I could have someone look after Trevor if you want it here.
...The raccoon, I mean.
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[His cheeks heat, just a fraction, but it's not because he's embarrassed.]
I thought you might be happier somewhere that smelled familiar. I want you to be able to relax.
[Hmm.]
Or, if you want to be here, then let me have your keys for the afternoon, and go out for a couple hours. I can make that work too.
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[Another kiss, softer, careful. No fangs or biting, but slow and light.]
Thank you, for going to such lengths.
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[He lets his eyes fall closed, each murmur fitted into the spaces between kisses, more vulnerable and unguarded behind lowered eyelids, but that's the way that he wants it.]
I'm selfish, too, because that's what I'm getting out of it. I want to give you a perfect night, or as close as I can get it.
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[Of that, he's certain of. So long as they're together on that day, he can't think of a reason he could ever complain.]
Now I feel almost silly for not doing more for yours.
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[What a bastard. His eyes are still closed, but he's grinning, and it just makes him look even more smug for it.]
...Mm. Do one last thing for me?
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[Adrian chuckles softly, but steals another soft kiss.]
Of course. What do you need?
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[He ruffles Adrian's hair, then gently tries to guide him down to rest his head on his shoulder again, tucked in against his neck where they both like him best.]
Tell me what you've imagined me doing to you. I don't mean like a list of ideas. I mean...tell me a story. How it goes, in your imagination. Tell me a really good one.
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The request makes him smile, almost shyly. Thankfully, Jotaro can't see it.]
Our hands are intertwined, and you take me to the bedroom, help me undress. You kiss my body as if to be sure I am yours, and gently lay me down onto the bed. Your hands touch and tease me, and... [Adrian hesitates.] Is it wrong? That I've thought about Star touching me too.
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[Well...that's sort of new, but the more that he reflects on it, the more he grows to discover that he's not really opposed to the idea generally. Star is an extension of himself, so it's not as though he could ever be jealous of his own Stand or anything like that. And they're a package deal — that's what Kakyoin always wanted too, wasn't it? To have all parts of him accepted?
Thinking of Kakyoin gives him momentary pause, and for a second he aches for him, even as he settles back in to the familiar feeling of Adrian's weight on his chest and the warmth of holding him close. It's...nice to be able to think of Kakyoin without making himself sad, he discovers absently. For a while there he thought he'd never be able to.]
...I don't think it's wrong. You like him, right?
[And actually...the more he thinks about it, the more he considers the advantages of the idea. Star's the one who can keep up with Adrian, and it's not as though he can't feel everything his Stand feels too, to some degree, so maybe...]
Go on. What does Star do to you?
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[But he's relieved that Jotaro doesn't think it's weird or bad or anything like that, so he lets out a little sigh of relief before he nuzzles again, getting comfortable.]
I thought about him... keeping me busy while you're preparing yourself. Or that maybe you'd like to watch us for awhile. I wasn't sure how you felt about that kind of thing, but he is part of you. And I want to be with every part of you.
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[He runs his hand through Adrian's hair again, holding him by the nape of his neck, then lets his hand continue beneath the drape of the blanket as it starts to work its way down his spine.]
...Your fangs wouldn't hurt him. And I wouldn't feel it even if they scratched him.
[Almost playfully, his other hand comes up to touch Adrian's cheek, the pad of his thumb hooking into the corner of his mouth and giving a teasing tug.]
You ever think about having his dick in your mouth?
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He nips at Jotaro's thumb, then lets it pull out of his mouth.]
I... wasn't aware he had one.
But I would. I'd... feel better, knowing I couldn't hurt either of you.
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[He'd shrug, if he weren't comfortably pinned. As it is, he lifts his shoulders a touch anyway, indicative.]
Star always does what I need him to. So I'm sure he could.
[His hand settles at the small of Adrian's back, possessive.]
You want to know what I think about you? Fair's fair.
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[And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. He is, very much. He'd like to have them both if he could.
Adrian smiles against Jotaro's neck.]
Yes. Tell me.
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