[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...
Mmm. Well, you already knew one thing you were getting. I had to make sure there was some surprise.
[He grins slightly, not bothering to hide the way Adrian makes him shiver when he leans in close. But before he moves, he gingerly raises his fingertips to the bite on his neck, feeling at it just to draw that much more attention to it.]
Claimed me, huh. Good.
[But nothing says that he has to deliver his rewards in the order they were found, of course, so he takes that as his opportunity to slowly sink down onto his knees, never breaking eye contact with Adrian until he's comfortably down.
Then, moving with lazy deliberateness, he leans forward and wraps a parted-lips kiss against the jut of Adrian's hipbone, mouthing at it through the fabric of his pants.]
[Just to be a brat, he lingers a little longer and nuzzles affectionately against Adrian's hip before getting his feet under him and rising back up to chase his act with a kiss on the mouth.]
Oh, trust me. I'm looking forward to doing this to you right back.
[He grins, pressing their foreheads lightly together.]
[He can't help but lick his lips, feeling arousal starting to burn more emphatically as Adrian gets further in undressing him; the skim of his fingertips raises goosebumps on his skin, and this was such a very, very good idea, holy fuck.
Here and there, more words and phrases are revealed. In the crook of his left elbow, A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD. On the right bicep, a smiling face with tiny fangs. On his back, between the shoulderblades, Star has painstakingly lettered SUKI DA, and in the hollow of the small of his back, the character 竜.]
...I'll just tell you right now, there's another "bite here" on my ass. Y'know, if you were wondering.
[There's probably not, given the way he's started to grin like an asshole.]
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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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[Already Jotaro has been good at making him happy, but this... this has been fun so far. He's delighted by the whole thing.
He touches Jotaro's face, stroking his cheek.]
True, but you looked incredible in it. As much as I'm enjoying undressing you. [He leans in a little closer.] You owe me some rewards, I think.
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[He grins slightly, not bothering to hide the way Adrian makes him shiver when he leans in close. But before he moves, he gingerly raises his fingertips to the bite on his neck, feeling at it just to draw that much more attention to it.]
Claimed me, huh. Good.
[But nothing says that he has to deliver his rewards in the order they were found, of course, so he takes that as his opportunity to slowly sink down onto his knees, never breaking eye contact with Adrian until he's comfortably down.
Then, moving with lazy deliberateness, he leans forward and wraps a parted-lips kiss against the jut of Adrian's hipbone, mouthing at it through the fabric of his pants.]
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Perhaps I'm a bit too dressed myself. [He chuckles, and pets Jotaro's hair.]
Come back here.
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Oh, trust me. I'm looking forward to doing this to you right back.
[He grins, pressing their foreheads lightly together.]
Gonna keep looking? Or do you need a hint.
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He cups Jotaro's cheek.] Oh, please. As if I need hints on how to undress you.
[But he does decide to inspect him bit by bit, starting by peeling off one of his sleeves to begin with, then the other.
He supposes he should check his back, too.
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Here and there, more words and phrases are revealed. In the crook of his left elbow, A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD. On the right bicep, a smiling face with tiny fangs. On his back, between the shoulderblades, Star has painstakingly lettered SUKI DA, and in the hollow of the small of his back, the character 竜.]
...I'll just tell you right now, there's another "bite here" on my ass. Y'know, if you were wondering.
[There's probably not, given the way he's started to grin like an asshole.]
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[The admission of what's on Jotaro's rear makes Adrian choke out a laugh and he nips at Jotaro's shoulder as a result, chuckling against him.]
Well, I wasn't until now. For now, you owe me a kiss on my forehead. Then I'll tend to you.
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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