[It's been a mixed blessing, the fact that Jotaro has had the better part of a month to prepare himself for Adrian's birthday. On one hand, it's given him plenty of time to think and to plan, to scheme and to prepare — useful in particular because he's considered and scrapped at least three different ideas in the course of arriving at his final decision. On the other hand, leaving Jotaro plenty of time to think about anything is frequently a recipe for certain disaster, or at the very least mild neurosis, which of course has only mounted as the day has drawn closer.
But finally, the time has come, and he thinks he's ready. He's planned for all the supplies he needs, many of which are already waiting in the bedroom. He's cleaned the house and showered. He's gotten ready, made his final preparations, and dressed.
It's going to be fine, he reminds himself, and feels Star wrap gently around him from behind, trying to be soothing in the best way he can. What a good boy he is, Star. Always there when he needs him.
The house is ready. The arrangements are ready. He's ready.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for Adrian, and trying not to fidget straight out of his skin while he's at it.
[There's a bit of excitement coming here more than usual, knowing it's going to be a nice evening with Jotaro. Admittedly, he couldn't really celebrate his birthday last year being utterly unconscious and all, and he hadn't expected to have another to look forward to ever again.
But here he is. With someone he cares deeply for. Here as a man, not under the spell of Iris or Jotaro encouraged by Sanguis. Adrian arrives, not dressed in pajamas for the occasion at least, and he considers for a moment.
[It doesn't take long for him to get to the door, but that's only because he's been sitting on the very edge of the couch perfectly still and trying to act like he's cool when in fact at the moment he's anything but. Sure, he could've had Star get the door, too, but — no. Nope. This is it.
Showtime.
Does he feel like kind of an idiot, answering the door in shirtsleeves, a waistcoat, and even an actual cravat paired with his black uniform pants and stocking feet? Absolutely. Is it way too hot for the fingerless leather gloves he's got on his hands? Without a doubt. Is his hat conspicuously missing and his hair smelling faintly of being freshly washed with rose-scented shampoo? It certainly is.
He's had a lot of time to plan for this. And what he'd ultimately arrived on (thanks Abbacchio) is, sometimes the best gift isn't a tangible one — it's an experience.
He sucks in a slow breath as he pulls open the door, trying not to slouch as much because the waistcoat is formfitted and considerably more constricting than a T-shirt as because, well, he's just trying not to slouch generally.]
Hey.
[How the fuck did old-timey people do this, he feels like there's a collar around his neck with every swallow. Of course, the person he's appealing to is half-vampire; emphasis on the neck does have its perks.]
Honestly, he was expecting Jotaro in his usual clothing, and he'd have been perfectly happy with that, but instead there is this. Jotaro dressed up so finely. He always looks handsome, but especially like this.
The delight in Adrian's eyes are more than apparent, and he reaches for Jotaro's hand.]
Thank you. You look splendid, Jojo.
[He leans in, kissing him lightly. Frankly, it's hard enough to resist him, but he's being patient.]
Hah, well. Don't worry, we'll be even soon enough.
[He shuts the door behind Adrian, letting him into the apartment properly as he drinks in the initial reaction with secret pleasure. Good, good. The kiss is soft and sweet, and he meets it easily, letting Adrian have the lead for the moment.]
Actually, this is...part of your present. There's more, but I kinda figured we'd start with this.
[He raises a hand, cupping Adrian's face and stroking his thumb over his cheekbone.]
You want anything before I tell you about it? Or...I mean, you just got here, we can hang out and talk or whatever you want to do. It's your choice.
[He smiles faintly, lightly squeezing Adrian's hand before moving it to his hip and covering it over with his own, just a touch more intimate than before.]
I got you something, and I hid it. So...if you can find it, you get it. Easy enough, right? Oh, and — you can ask questions, if you need a hint. But you only get what you find.
[That smile is threatening to turn into an outright grin, and he's fighting so hard to keep it suppressed. It's not actually working, and the fact that Adrian is pressing up so warmly against him certainly isn't helping matters.]
Maybe the search is part of the gift.
[He takes the end of his cravat and flicks it against Adrian's nose.]
[He lets his head fall back a little, making more room for Adrian to cozy up to his ear. It's amazing how all of the nervousness is gone, banished by the sound of Adrian's laugh. He could listen to that forever.]
[Adrian leans back just slightly, enough that Jotaro can watch his face. Taking his hand, he raises it up to Adrian's lips so he can kiss his fingers first. Then, he takes the glove off.]
You smell wonderful, too. Did I mention that as well?
[The glove comes off, sleek and smooth, and when it does it reveals a bit of ink painstakingly inscribed on the back of Jotaro's hand. It's neat and so uniform that it's practically print — clearly a sign that he had Star's help with it.
It's also done in purple Milky gel pen, so. A little hideous, but he did his best. Thanks, Lunatia.
In neat little letters, it reads A KISS ON THE CHEEK.]
Oh. Hmm, look what you get.
[He says, ducking forward to make good on the reward and press a kiss to Adrian's cheek.]
Nope. Training round's over, now it's up to you. Guess there's no telling what else you might find until you go looking, though.
[Which...may well explain part of why he's so thoroughly dressed up — between the cravat and the sleeves and the waistcoat collar, he's fairly well covered all over, save for his face and his fingertips.]
Oh — uh, the writing comes off with water, so. Don't worry, it comes off. We practiced a couple times.
[He shouldn't be surprised that the neck is next; frankly, it's kind of a relief to have the knot loosened, unused as he is to that sort of constriction about his neck. But what really grabs his interest is Adrian's commentary, and his breath catches in his throat, despite himself.]
Tattoo me, huh...?
[There's a faint peek of more purple ink on skin as the cravat and collar loosen; once it's pushed aside, a cheeky little note is revealed, inscribed on the side of Jotaro's throat: BITE HERE.]
[One hand goes around to the back of Adrian's head, weaving through his hair and holding him by the nape of his neck. His toes are curling in his socks; it's as thrilling to know that his little scheme is paying off as it is to feel everything that his amazing gorgeous boyfriend does about it.]
[A pleased little growl escapes him as he nuzzles Jotaro's throat. Above the written words on Jotaro's neck, he sinks his fangs in, slowly drinking in his blood.
It's magnificent, the flavor. Knowing that this is his Jotaro, his blood being freely given. Too eager, he wants to leave his mark, to have him.
He releases eventually, peppering the bite with kisses.]
[It's been hard this month, waiting all this time in anticipation of this moment. The truth is, he's starting to accept with some humorous dismay that he really does kind of get off on Adrian biting him, and it feels like it's been so long. But he can feel those fangs get close, and it makes him hold his breath; they sink into his skin and he lets it out as a whimper, tipping his head to the side to make better room.
"Bite Here", indeed.]
Ohhhhh, fuck.
[It's so good in such a sharp and sudden way, and when it's done he sags a little in Adrian's arms, caught up on the sight on the blood on his lips.]
Shit, I'm kinda...
[Well, if he wasn't aroused before, he's getting there now, stirring slightly with interest in his pants.]
[Slowly, he licks his lips, smiling at Jotaro as he chuckles softly. Oh, what a look on his face. It's beautiful, how flustered his Jotaro looks.]
I daresay you almost like that better than I do.
[Reaching up, he strokes his fingers through Jotaro's hair, then trail his hand down to the other glove he hasn't removed yet. He tugs it off, kissing Jotaro's fingers as he does.]
[He always gets a little stupid after Adrian drinks from him; this is no exception. All of a sudden he's acutely conscious of the fingers in his hair, the arm supporting him. If he had less pride, he might just give in to the temptation and swoon like a bodice ripper heroine, but — well, he's got to have some standards, and besides, Adrian is off and working again.
His other glove slides off, and this time the ink isn't in the form of letters, but rather a small, precise drawing. A bit of art for flavor and variety, a stylized bat with a heart drawn around it.]
Aw. No prize that time. Still, you've got a lot more to go...
True. And I also would not enjoy it so if it was not you.
[Honestly, Adrian isn't certain what he was expecting, but certainly not an adorable little drawing of a bat. Adrian has to cover his mouth as he laughs, then nuzzles into Jotaro's neck fiercely.]
Cute. I suppose I'll just keep going.
[With the cravat done, he decides to take his time about unbuttoning the waistcoat, gently opening it. It's tempting to just rip off Jotaro's clothing -- he could -- but he looks so fine that he prefers to just delicately open his wonderful present.
Vest done, he tends to his shirt, kissing down his neck and to his collarbone as he goes.]
[It shouldn't come as such a pleasure, realizing that, but it does. Adrian is laughing, touching him, enjoying himself. It's working, this ridiculous plan he's been scheming for weeks — it's actually going off exactly the way he'd hoped.
And fuck if he's not getting something out of it too, himself, what with Adrian being so methodical and so careful, savoring him the whole way as fabric loosens and buttons come undone.
Up above his right collarbone, Adrian finds another reward: A KISS ON THE MOUTH; just above his navel, another comes into view: A KISS ON THE HIP.]
Ha...nice to be able to breathe again. All that shit was so tight...
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party like it's your birthday;
But finally, the time has come, and he thinks he's ready. He's planned for all the supplies he needs, many of which are already waiting in the bedroom. He's cleaned the house and showered. He's gotten ready, made his final preparations, and dressed.
It's going to be fine, he reminds himself, and feels Star wrap gently around him from behind, trying to be soothing in the best way he can. What a good boy he is, Star. Always there when he needs him.
The house is ready. The arrangements are ready. He's ready.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for Adrian, and trying not to fidget straight out of his skin while he's at it.
party hardy
But here he is. With someone he cares deeply for. Here as a man, not under the spell of Iris or Jotaro encouraged by Sanguis. Adrian arrives, not dressed in pajamas for the occasion at least, and he considers for a moment.
Then he knocks on the door.]
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Showtime.
Does he feel like kind of an idiot, answering the door in shirtsleeves, a waistcoat, and even an actual cravat paired with his black uniform pants and stocking feet? Absolutely. Is it way too hot for the fingerless leather gloves he's got on his hands? Without a doubt. Is his hat conspicuously missing and his hair smelling faintly of being freshly washed with rose-scented shampoo? It certainly is.
He's had a lot of time to plan for this. And what he'd ultimately arrived on (thanks Abbacchio) is, sometimes the best gift isn't a tangible one — it's an experience.
He sucks in a slow breath as he pulls open the door, trying not to slouch as much because the waistcoat is formfitted and considerably more constricting than a T-shirt as because, well, he's just trying not to slouch generally.]
Hey.
[How the fuck did old-timey people do this, he feels like there's a collar around his neck with every swallow. Of course, the person he's appealing to is half-vampire; emphasis on the neck does have its perks.]
C'mon in. Happy birthday.
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Honestly, he was expecting Jotaro in his usual clothing, and he'd have been perfectly happy with that, but instead there is this. Jotaro dressed up so finely. He always looks handsome, but especially like this.
The delight in Adrian's eyes are more than apparent, and he reaches for Jotaro's hand.]
Thank you. You look splendid, Jojo.
[He leans in, kissing him lightly. Frankly, it's hard enough to resist him, but he's being patient.]
I almost feel under dressed for the occasion.
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[He shuts the door behind Adrian, letting him into the apartment properly as he drinks in the initial reaction with secret pleasure. Good, good. The kiss is soft and sweet, and he meets it easily, letting Adrian have the lead for the moment.]
Actually, this is...part of your present. There's more, but I kinda figured we'd start with this.
[He raises a hand, cupping Adrian's face and stroking his thumb over his cheekbone.]
You want anything before I tell you about it? Or...I mean, you just got here, we can hang out and talk or whatever you want to do. It's your choice.
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[Adrian smiles, leaning into the touch on his cheek.]
Please. Tell me what you have in store. Now I'm terribly curious.
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[He smiles faintly, lightly squeezing Adrian's hand before moving it to his hip and covering it over with his own, just a touch more intimate than before.]
I got you something, and I hid it. So...if you can find it, you get it. Easy enough, right? Oh, and — you can ask questions, if you need a hint. But you only get what you find.
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Making me search for my own gift. Terrible.
So something besides you?
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[That smile is threatening to turn into an outright grin, and he's fighting so hard to keep it suppressed. It's not actually working, and the fact that Adrian is pressing up so warmly against him certainly isn't helping matters.]
Maybe the search is part of the gift.
[He takes the end of his cravat and flicks it against Adrian's nose.]
There's some unwrapping involved.
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Mm, I could search you.
[He squeezes Jotaro's hips and he leans in, nipping at his ear.]
You appear to have a lot of unwrapping involved. Don't you?
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[He lets his head fall back a little, making more room for Adrian to cozy up to his ear. It's amazing how all of the nervousness is gone, banished by the sound of Adrian's laugh. He could listen to that forever.]
Do one of my gloves first. The left one.
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You smell wonderful, too. Did I mention that as well?
[it's the roses]
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[The glove comes off, sleek and smooth, and when it does it reveals a bit of ink painstakingly inscribed on the back of Jotaro's hand. It's neat and so uniform that it's practically print — clearly a sign that he had Star's help with it.
It's also done in purple Milky gel pen, so. A little hideous, but he did his best. Thanks, Lunatia.
In neat little letters, it reads A KISS ON THE CHEEK.]
Oh. Hmm, look what you get.
[He says, ducking forward to make good on the reward and press a kiss to Adrian's cheek.]
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A fine gift so far.
Do I get to choose the next action, or do you?
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[Which...may well explain part of why he's so thoroughly dressed up — between the cravat and the sleeves and the waistcoat collar, he's fairly well covered all over, save for his face and his fingertips.]
Oh — uh, the writing comes off with water, so. Don't worry, it comes off. We practiced a couple times.
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Oh, you practiced this, hm?
I'm glad it comes off, in any case. I'd rather tattoo you with something more alluring.
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[He shouldn't be surprised that the neck is next; frankly, it's kind of a relief to have the knot loosened, unused as he is to that sort of constriction about his neck. But what really grabs his interest is Adrian's commentary, and his breath catches in his throat, despite himself.]
Tattoo me, huh...?
[There's a faint peek of more purple ink on skin as the cravat and collar loosen; once it's pushed aside, a cheeky little note is revealed, inscribed on the side of Jotaro's throat: BITE HERE.]
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[Oh. Of course. He smiles crookedly at the words on Jotaro's neck. Adrian leans in, pressing a soft kiss.]
Are you ready for me?
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[One hand goes around to the back of Adrian's head, weaving through his hair and holding him by the nape of his neck. His toes are curling in his socks; it's as thrilling to know that his little scheme is paying off as it is to feel everything that his amazing gorgeous boyfriend does about it.]
But I like it when you blush, so...
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It's magnificent, the flavor. Knowing that this is his Jotaro, his blood being freely given. Too eager, he wants to leave his mark, to have him.
He releases eventually, peppering the bite with kisses.]
And so you will see it, if you can make me blush.
[It won't be hard, but gotta tease]
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"Bite Here", indeed.]
Ohhhhh, fuck.
[It's so good in such a sharp and sudden way, and when it's done he sags a little in Adrian's arms, caught up on the sight on the blood on his lips.]
Shit, I'm kinda...
[Well, if he wasn't aroused before, he's getting there now, stirring slightly with interest in his pants.]
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I daresay you almost like that better than I do.
[Reaching up, he strokes his fingers through Jotaro's hair, then trail his hand down to the other glove he hasn't removed yet. He tugs it off, kissing Jotaro's fingers as he does.]
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[He always gets a little stupid after Adrian drinks from him; this is no exception. All of a sudden he's acutely conscious of the fingers in his hair, the arm supporting him. If he had less pride, he might just give in to the temptation and swoon like a bodice ripper heroine, but — well, he's got to have some standards, and besides, Adrian is off and working again.
His other glove slides off, and this time the ink isn't in the form of letters, but rather a small, precise drawing. A bit of art for flavor and variety, a stylized bat with a heart drawn around it.]
Aw. No prize that time. Still, you've got a lot more to go...
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[Honestly, Adrian isn't certain what he was expecting, but certainly not an adorable little drawing of a bat. Adrian has to cover his mouth as he laughs, then nuzzles into Jotaro's neck fiercely.]
Cute. I suppose I'll just keep going.
[With the cravat done, he decides to take his time about unbuttoning the waistcoat, gently opening it. It's tempting to just rip off Jotaro's clothing -- he could -- but he looks so fine that he prefers to just delicately open his wonderful present.
Vest done, he tends to his shirt, kissing down his neck and to his collarbone as he goes.]
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[It shouldn't come as such a pleasure, realizing that, but it does. Adrian is laughing, touching him, enjoying himself. It's working, this ridiculous plan he's been scheming for weeks — it's actually going off exactly the way he'd hoped.
And fuck if he's not getting something out of it too, himself, what with Adrian being so methodical and so careful, savoring him the whole way as fabric loosens and buttons come undone.
Up above his right collarbone, Adrian finds another reward: A KISS ON THE MOUTH; just above his navel, another comes into view: A KISS ON THE HIP.]
Ha...nice to be able to breathe again. All that shit was so tight...
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i specifically wrote a cursed comment because it's #666
this is an attack on me i used all of my sexyfaces on you and this is my reward?!
yare yare you mean the chaos emeralds?
ok i might deserve that