[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.
Mmm. There's one, we're sort of the way we are now, and it's Iris. And you're just — it's always the sounds you make. I remember the noises you made that very first time, you know, when I played the guitar for you? So...
[He hums, tightening his arm around Adrian.]
You're all worked up, and I've lost count of how many times I've gotten you off, but you're up against my ear whining because it's not enough...just, all sorts of things coming out of your mouth. That you want more, that it feels good. That you like me. That you're so hot and you need me. That...I make you feel better.
[He tilts his chin, brushing a kiss against Adrian's head.]
Hah. Here you are with this cute fantasy, and mine's just filthy. But I like it when you need me. It feels good.
[He remembers the first time. How desperate and needy he'd been, how much he wanted anything that Jotaro could give him. A toy, his fingers, anything, but it had to be from him.
Adrian squirms a moment, then pushes himself up to drape his arms around Jotaro's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips.]
It's true. Yours is utterly filthy. But... I like it.
And I need you, even when it's not Iris. It's easier to tell when it's time then, I suppose.
[Well, that's a nice sensation, the way Adrian shifts and squirms to get up a little higher, and as he does Jotaro shifts his arms obligingly to better support him and help keep him balanced. His kisses are sweet and easy; he's utterly disarmed by now, all his previous irritation at his encounter with Trevor Belmont dissipated, and this is exactly what he needed right now and he's so, so glad for it.
Unable to resist, he lifts his chin a touch, letting a bit more of his throat show. He likes that, too — the implicit surrender, the belonging of being claimed.]
You're an awfully cute Iris, though. A bratty bat with your bastard wolf.
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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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[He hums, tightening his arm around Adrian.]
You're all worked up, and I've lost count of how many times I've gotten you off, but you're up against my ear whining because it's not enough...just, all sorts of things coming out of your mouth. That you want more, that it feels good. That you like me. That you're so hot and you need me. That...I make you feel better.
[He tilts his chin, brushing a kiss against Adrian's head.]
Hah. Here you are with this cute fantasy, and mine's just filthy. But I like it when you need me. It feels good.
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Adrian squirms a moment, then pushes himself up to drape his arms around Jotaro's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips.]
It's true. Yours is utterly filthy. But... I like it.
And I need you, even when it's not Iris. It's easier to tell when it's time then, I suppose.
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[Well, that's a nice sensation, the way Adrian shifts and squirms to get up a little higher, and as he does Jotaro shifts his arms obligingly to better support him and help keep him balanced. His kisses are sweet and easy; he's utterly disarmed by now, all his previous irritation at his encounter with Trevor Belmont dissipated, and this is exactly what he needed right now and he's so, so glad for it.
Unable to resist, he lifts his chin a touch, letting a bit more of his throat show. He likes that, too — the implicit surrender, the belonging of being claimed.]
You're an awfully cute Iris, though. A bratty bat with your bastard wolf.
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[But he genuinely doesn't seem to mind, and chuckles instead, rubbing his forehead against Jotaro's.]
But perhaps next Iris, we can enact that exact fantasy of yours.
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[He grins, giving him a light squeeze, and then after a moment his expression softens along with his tone.]
So long as we save the first time for your birthday. Fooling around is one thing, but...you know. I want that to be special. For both of us.
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[But despite the words, it's spoken with utter fondness, a smile on his lips and in his eyes.]
Of course. And I will look forward to it. The more difficult part will be me being patient.
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[He can't help but laugh, sliding a hand down to give him a light swat on the ass instead of another squeeze.]
Maybe I'll bite you so you remember how to behave.
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[The swat is unexpected, and he yelps, jerking a little. It doesn't hurt so much as it just surprised him.]
Bastard. [He laughs and nips at Jotaro's throat.] Maybe you will.