[There's no playing around, no delaying or hesitating, as Jotaro and Star rush their way to Adrian's apartment. As soon as they arrive, he lets himself in without bothering to knock, leaving it to Star to close and lock the door behind him as he makes a beeline for Adrian.
Iris always hits his little bat hard, and admittedly when it's not the triple moon, some of his own fiercely possessive instincts are blessedly dimmed. But even without Sanguis running in his veins, he's still gobsmacked at the way Adrian looks, hot and disheveled and desperate, the same way he always is when he's slapped in the face with just how intensely beautiful his boyfriend really is.]
Lilieci.
[He's on one knee near the couch in an instant, already reaching to make contact and generate a spark of chroma to bring him even the barest sliver of relief.]
[As soon as the door opens, Adrian is looking up from the couch, his legs spread and fingers buried into himself. He's dripping wet, like he does every Iris thus far, and his cock is hard enough that it arches, drooling already.
He slides his fingers out, the noise wet and slick, and he shudders.]
Jojo...
[Almost immediately, he leans toward the contact, shuddering, quietly begging for him.]
[It's...new, and different, this idea of bringing Star into this as an equal participant. But since they'd talked about it, he's been thinking it over, mulling over the implications and ramifications — and in the end, he hasn't been able to figure out any real reason why he shouldn't give it a try, and maybe this is just the perfect time to attempt it.
He presses his hand against Adrian's cheek, guiding his face into position for a kiss, and while he does he sends a deliberate direction to Star — what he wants, how he wants it done.
Star's hands are big and firm. One wraps effortlessly around the inside of Adrian's thigh, pulling his leg up to make them spread even further apart while his other hand slides down to test his hole, nudging at it only long enough to see how much he's loosened himself already before pressing a thick finger inside.
Adrian doesn't want careful, not right now, Jotaro knows. And in Iris, he can take it, he's hungry for it. So he silently reminds Star to watch, and to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort out of Adrian, but then lets him go to please him the way he craves.]
[Eagerly, he presses into Jotaro's kiss, opening his mouth and immediately pliant for him. He's so warm, maybe not quite as warm as he is during Sanguis but still warm, and he wants whatever is going to be given to him.
He shivers at Star's grip on his thigh, the sheer strength from the Stand. Then he inhales sharply at the finger pressing up into him, and he squeezes down tight. He wants more, and he can only beg with a whine against Jotaro's mouth.]
[He kisses Adrian again, then presses on his jaw to keep his mouth open even after he's drawn back. It's quickly apparent why; he brings the pad of his thumb to the tip of one of his fangs, scraping it until a droplet of blood wells up, and then pushing the cut softly down against his tongue.]
Go on. S'okay, suck.
[As he does, Star lowers his head and nudges his mouth against the inside of Adrian's thigh, pressing a second finger in to join the first before sliding them experimentally in and out.]
It's... as if the more I feel about you, the harder it becomes.
[The taste of blood makes his eyes brighten, his brows knit. He hesitates, then huffs out a breath before he starts sucking slowly, rolling his tongue over his thumb. Just a teasing taste. Perfect.
He moans around his thumb, instinctively clenching around the two fingers buried inside now as if he's trying to keep Star's fingers inside. The more they curl up inside, the more he cries out, trying to press down eagerly.]
[But it makes his cheeks heat, the more I feel about you. It was two months ago already when he saw the sheer depth of Adrian's attachment to him made manifest in the VR simulation. That was months ago — to think that it's only grown since is...astonishing.]
Star...he'll listen to you. If you tell him you want more, or you tell him to stop. He knows to pay attention to you.
[He works his thumb in and out of Adrian's mouth, shallowly mimicking the deeper, more satisfying motion Star's own fingers are following. Star's pupils are dilated, rapt with the sight of something he likes; with an animal huff of breath, he shifts to hook Adrian's leg over one of his shoulders and releases it, freeing the hand that had formerly been holding it to reach over and palm his cock instead.]
[The word is almost garbled around Jotaro's thumb, which he takes to sucking desperately again. He lets his leg drape sensually around Star's shoulder, leaning back and letting him work.
The other hand to his cock makes him buck, a sharp cry escaping him.]
[There's a fraction of a moment, just as there always is, where Jotaro can sense Star silently checking in for approval; after all, he's bound to what Jotaro wants, always. But the affirmation is there, implicitly, and so his response is almost immediate. He grasps Adrian more firmly, wide thumb rubbing the slit of his cock; inside Adrian, Star's fingers seem to lengthen and thicken, and he curls them slightly in search of every sensitive place he can find.]
Good boy, Star.
[Because he knows, he knows what his Stand is doing, and part of him wants so bad to knock Star's hand away and do it to Adrian himself, but — he wants to make this fantasy come true for him, too.]
[That's right. Star Platinum can change shape to a degree, but it still surprises him anyway. Adrian is arching his back sharply when he feels the fingers widen, go in further somehow. It brushes by the most sensitive part inside of him, making him nearly sob at how good it feels.
He tugs at Jotaro's thumb with his teeth, looking up at him through teared up eyes.]
Close. [Even if climaxing would only be a brief reprieve, his stamina and heat alike being horribly demanding.]
[He licks his lower lip, watching Adrian, never taking his eyes off his face. He doesn't need to watch Star outright, even though it'd be a pleasure to; maybe someday he will, just for the sake of seeing the lewd tableau that his Stand and his boyfriend are putting on, but for right now —
For right now, he can't look away. Adrian's eyes are wet, and the bit of blood he's had is just enough to enable a sweet flush, and he wants so bad to be so good to him, he couldn't possibly think of anything else.]
Star.
[He slides his thumb out only long enough to replace it with his mouth, kissing Adrian wet and deep.]
Make him come twice.
[And he moves, then, to press his lips against Adrian's temple, and as he does Star huffs a noise that is unmistakably nonverbal delight. Turning his large hand palm-up, Star hooks his fingers and spreads them wide inside Adrian, while at the same time he ducks his head and takes his cock into his mouth, sucking roughly while his hand slides down to hold him loosely at the base.]
[Desperate, needy moans at pressed up into Jotaro's mouth during the kiss. Then, Star changes things, fingers spreading out and his mouth covering his length, sucking on him.
It's so much, so much and better than anything he could do to himself. Throwing his head back, Adrian cries out, tears rolling down his face as he comes, bucking up toward Star's mouth eagerly and without restraint, knowing he doesn't have to worry about harming Star.]
Good... [His claws pet down Star's beautiful starlight hair.] Star, you're so good.
[He can feel it, just vaguely, through the connection he and his Stand share — phantom sensations of what Star is experiencing, nebulous pressure on his mouth and warmth on his skin. And yet, Adrian can be as rough as he needs to be without fear of causing damage, and as he watches Adrian's little claws weave through Star's waving hair, it occurs to him that maybe this is something that Adrian has needed for a long longer than he's ever let on.]
Let him wear you out.
[He brushes some of Adrian's mussed hair back and away from his face, stroking it gently and cradling his head while Star sucks him straight through his climax and continues even afterward, determined to live up to the command of his master and coax another out of Adrian.]
We've got you. He's got you, I swear, it's okay...
[Star doesn't stop. Just as Adrian finishes coming, the suction continues, dragging him through the pleasure. It builds so quickly again that he can barely keep up. Turning his head, he leans into Jotaro's hold, unable to help but whine.]
Jojo...
[He paws at him for a moment until he finds Jotaro's hand, squeezing it, looking at him adoringly before his eyes shut again, captured by the building pressure. It's so quick that most people would probably be embarrassed, but Adrian honestly can't give a shit about that. His heat makes everything more sensitive than usual anyway.
Legs squeeze around Star and Adrian shudders into his next climax, rocking down against his fingers and chasing after the heat of his mouth.]
[Unable to help himself, he brings their entwined hands up to his mouth, brushing a kiss against Adrian's knuckles. When Adrian looks at him like that, with those eyes and that wonder, it makes him ache to be looked at like that forever.
But it's tenderness intermingled with Star's diligent efforts to milk every last drop of Adrian's second orgasm out of him, and at an idle thought from Jotaro, Star pulls off of Adrian slowly and with a filthy pop of suction as his lips come free.
(His tongue feels thick, Jotaro discovers a moment later. There's no taste, not even really any definite feeling, exactly, but that prickle of phantom sensation is still there regardless.)
He flicks a glance at his Stand, and isn't altogether surprised to find that Star is grinning, waiting for make sure he's being watched before he swallows emphatically. So yeah, Adrian really must be right about him being an incorrigible bastard, because just look: the manifestation of his soul is, too.]
That helped a little, huh?
[He keeps his hands on Adrian — a thumb running over his mouth, his palm rubbing small possessive circles against his pelvis.]
Want to curl up in my lap? Or he can get you off again. Just look at Star, Adrian, he can't get enough of you.
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purple moon's up
how are you feeling
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Im trying to keep busy
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or not going
what are you up to
do you want me to come take care of you
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come over
its not enough
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i'll come in when we get there
go lie down on the couch
get comfortable
get that blanket we shared that night we stayed up watching movies
and the throw pillow i was lying on
and then i want you to touch yourself, slow
just one hand
text me back and tell me what you're doing with the other
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It's unlocked
im
putting my fingers in myself
Why am I writing this?
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but i kinda like it
makes me feel close to you while i'm on my way
i'll be there soon i promise
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No that makes sense
im
When I do this I think about you or Star
or both
but your hands are bigger
and its not enough from just me
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we're both on our way
and i'm gonna let him put his hands all over you
gonna kiss your mouth
and all your pretty noises
make you feel so much better
make it stop itching i promise
i'm hurrying
we're almost there
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please
I want
so much
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Iris always hits his little bat hard, and admittedly when it's not the triple moon, some of his own fiercely possessive instincts are blessedly dimmed. But even without Sanguis running in his veins, he's still gobsmacked at the way Adrian looks, hot and disheveled and desperate, the same way he always is when he's slapped in the face with just how intensely beautiful his boyfriend really is.]
Lilieci.
[He's on one knee near the couch in an instant, already reaching to make contact and generate a spark of chroma to bring him even the barest sliver of relief.]
I'm here. I'm right here.
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He slides his fingers out, the noise wet and slick, and he shudders.]
Jojo...
[Almost immediately, he leans toward the contact, shuddering, quietly begging for him.]
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[It's...new, and different, this idea of bringing Star into this as an equal participant. But since they'd talked about it, he's been thinking it over, mulling over the implications and ramifications — and in the end, he hasn't been able to figure out any real reason why he shouldn't give it a try, and maybe this is just the perfect time to attempt it.
He presses his hand against Adrian's cheek, guiding his face into position for a kiss, and while he does he sends a deliberate direction to Star — what he wants, how he wants it done.
Star's hands are big and firm. One wraps effortlessly around the inside of Adrian's thigh, pulling his leg up to make them spread even further apart while his other hand slides down to test his hole, nudging at it only long enough to see how much he's loosened himself already before pressing a thick finger inside.
Adrian doesn't want careful, not right now, Jotaro knows. And in Iris, he can take it, he's hungry for it. So he silently reminds Star to watch, and to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort out of Adrian, but then lets him go to please him the way he craves.]
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He shivers at Star's grip on his thigh, the sheer strength from the Stand. Then he inhales sharply at the finger pressing up into him, and he squeezes down tight. He wants more, and he can only beg with a whine against Jotaro's mouth.]
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[He kisses Adrian again, then presses on his jaw to keep his mouth open even after he's drawn back. It's quickly apparent why; he brings the pad of his thumb to the tip of one of his fangs, scraping it until a droplet of blood wells up, and then pushing the cut softly down against his tongue.]
Go on. S'okay, suck.
[As he does, Star lowers his head and nudges his mouth against the inside of Adrian's thigh, pressing a second finger in to join the first before sliding them experimentally in and out.]
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[The taste of blood makes his eyes brighten, his brows knit. He hesitates, then huffs out a breath before he starts sucking slowly, rolling his tongue over his thumb. Just a teasing taste. Perfect.
He moans around his thumb, instinctively clenching around the two fingers buried inside now as if he's trying to keep Star's fingers inside. The more they curl up inside, the more he cries out, trying to press down eagerly.]
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[But it makes his cheeks heat, the more I feel about you. It was two months ago already when he saw the sheer depth of Adrian's attachment to him made manifest in the VR simulation. That was months ago — to think that it's only grown since is...astonishing.]
Star...he'll listen to you. If you tell him you want more, or you tell him to stop. He knows to pay attention to you.
[He works his thumb in and out of Adrian's mouth, shallowly mimicking the deeper, more satisfying motion Star's own fingers are following. Star's pupils are dilated, rapt with the sight of something he likes; with an animal huff of breath, he shifts to hook Adrian's leg over one of his shoulders and releases it, freeing the hand that had formerly been holding it to reach over and palm his cock instead.]
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[The word is almost garbled around Jotaro's thumb, which he takes to sucking desperately again. He lets his leg drape sensually around Star's shoulder, leaning back and letting him work.
The other hand to his cock makes him buck, a sharp cry escaping him.]
More, Star please!
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Good boy, Star.
[Because he knows, he knows what his Stand is doing, and part of him wants so bad to knock Star's hand away and do it to Adrian himself, but — he wants to make this fantasy come true for him, too.]
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[That's right. Star Platinum can change shape to a degree, but it still surprises him anyway. Adrian is arching his back sharply when he feels the fingers widen, go in further somehow. It brushes by the most sensitive part inside of him, making him nearly sob at how good it feels.
He tugs at Jotaro's thumb with his teeth, looking up at him through teared up eyes.]
Close. [Even if climaxing would only be a brief reprieve, his stamina and heat alike being horribly demanding.]
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For right now, he can't look away. Adrian's eyes are wet, and the bit of blood he's had is just enough to enable a sweet flush, and he wants so bad to be so good to him, he couldn't possibly think of anything else.]
Star.
[He slides his thumb out only long enough to replace it with his mouth, kissing Adrian wet and deep.]
Make him come twice.
[And he moves, then, to press his lips against Adrian's temple, and as he does Star huffs a noise that is unmistakably nonverbal delight. Turning his large hand palm-up, Star hooks his fingers and spreads them wide inside Adrian, while at the same time he ducks his head and takes his cock into his mouth, sucking roughly while his hand slides down to hold him loosely at the base.]
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It's so much, so much and better than anything he could do to himself. Throwing his head back, Adrian cries out, tears rolling down his face as he comes, bucking up toward Star's mouth eagerly and without restraint, knowing he doesn't have to worry about harming Star.]
Good... [His claws pet down Star's beautiful starlight hair.] Star, you're so good.
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Let him wear you out.
[He brushes some of Adrian's mussed hair back and away from his face, stroking it gently and cradling his head while Star sucks him straight through his climax and continues even afterward, determined to live up to the command of his master and coax another out of Adrian.]
We've got you. He's got you, I swear, it's okay...
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Jojo...
[He paws at him for a moment until he finds Jotaro's hand, squeezing it, looking at him adoringly before his eyes shut again, captured by the building pressure. It's so quick that most people would probably be embarrassed, but Adrian honestly can't give a shit about that. His heat makes everything more sensitive than usual anyway.
Legs squeeze around Star and Adrian shudders into his next climax, rocking down against his fingers and chasing after the heat of his mouth.]
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But it's tenderness intermingled with Star's diligent efforts to milk every last drop of Adrian's second orgasm out of him, and at an idle thought from Jotaro, Star pulls off of Adrian slowly and with a filthy pop of suction as his lips come free.
(His tongue feels thick, Jotaro discovers a moment later. There's no taste, not even really any definite feeling, exactly, but that prickle of phantom sensation is still there regardless.)
He flicks a glance at his Stand, and isn't altogether surprised to find that Star is grinning, waiting for make sure he's being watched before he swallows emphatically. So yeah, Adrian really must be right about him being an incorrigible bastard, because just look: the manifestation of his soul is, too.]
That helped a little, huh?
[He keeps his hands on Adrian — a thumb running over his mouth, his palm rubbing small possessive circles against his pelvis.]
Want to curl up in my lap? Or he can get you off again. Just look at Star, Adrian, he can't get enough of you.