Not to mention, ice cream. That would've been a huge loss.
[Even now, it's hard to think about. Adrian, dead to the world, asleep in his coffin and just waiting to waste away and die...and everything they both would've missed out on, if they'd missed each other, if things hadn't played out the way they had.
A little damp-eyed himself, he runs his hands down to the fastenings of Adrian's shirt, hovering carefully over them.]
Let me get you ready for bed?
[Of course he's a little nervous. But he wants this, too. They both do.]
I could fix that. The pen's still around here somewhere.
[He smirks, rubbing his thumb against the elegant fabric of Adrian's top before beginning to work it open.]
Could write my name on your ass. Claim that as mine.
[Bit by bit, he gets Adrian's shirt unfastened, then gently pushes it off his shoulders to let gravity do the rest of the work for him. As it does, he reaches down and palms boldly against the front of Adrian's pants, feeling the shape of his cock though the fabric.]
[The blush on Adrian's face is certainly more apparent with the hand pressing up against him. Adrian gasps softly, steadying himself onto Jotaro's shoulder with a hand.]
I think I'd rather just have you touch me.
[Although he's known where this would lead to, it's just become a sudden reality that he'd finally have this moment with Jotaro. They would be intimate sexually -- and he would be Jotaro's first.
[One arm wraps around Adrian's back, while the other hooks behind his knees, and in a smooth swoop, he scoops Adrian up bridal-style and picks his way over to the bed. He'd wanted that specifically, he remembers from the fantasies they'd talked about earlier in the month. Being laid down, being touched. Being cherished.]
Actually, I have a confession to make. I washed my hair with the rose shampoo so you wouldn't smell the ones in here. Or if you did, you'd think it was just me.
[He grins faintly, laying Adrian down onto the mattress and settling him in the middle of the bed, his breath catching at the way his pale skin and blond hair set off the red of the rose petals.]
[It's not the first time that Jotaro has picked him up like this, but right now it certainly puts to mind what he'd said to him before. Adrian loosely places his arms around his neck, looking up at Jotaro adoringly.]
Clever bastard that you are. I should've known.
[As he's being settled to the bed, Adrian lets him go, laying back against the mattress with his hair spilled behind him and petals brushing softly against his skin. It's actually quite terribly romantic, and Adrian finds himself absolutely loving it.]
Come here. [Adrian's voice is soft, and he reaches out for Jotaro.] And help me finish undressing.
[He laughs softly, standing at the bedside and taking a second to just look at Adrian, laid out like a painting on the mattress before him, and this may just be the second time in his life that a vampire has made his heart stop, but this time it's in the most tender of ways.]
...You really are beautiful.
[He whispers it almost like it's meant for himself and not for Adrian's benefit, then gets a knee up onto the bed so that he can settle into Adrian's outstretched arms and cuddle in next to him.
His lips find their way to Adrian's bare shoulder; his fingers go to the button of his pants, working it open by touch alone.]
I can't believe you're real.
[One kiss turns to two, soft worship paid in lip service.]
[It's not unusual to be called beautiful, but it always means more coming from Jotaro. He smiles softly, pulling Jotaro into his arms as he comes in close, wriggling only a bit to get his trousers off.]
I can always remind you with a bite.
[He teases softly, but he gladly leans into the kiss, his fingers brushing against Jotaro's cheek.]
[He won't, for reasons they've discussed before, but this isn't about practicality right now. Not when there are more important things to focus on, like settling comfortably into Adrian's hold while one of his hands drifts down the length of his body again.]
It's nice, doing this when the moons aren't out. No Sanguis driving me crazy or Iris making you...y'know.
[This isn't really the time for something like "thirsty as a guy who just spent two days wandering the Sahara", but he thinks it anyway. His questing fingers brush lightly against the top of Adrian's thigh, only just enough to keep him aware of where his hand has gone.]
Just you, me, champagne, roses, chocolate-covered strawberries...
[Jotaro's hands, albeit a bit rough, are delightfully warm and inviting. Adrian smiles, laying complacently where he is, concentrating on even just Jotaro's touches.
Then he chuckles and ducks his head.]
Making me desperate for relief, to put lightly? Ah, I hope you know, I'm terribly dry now.
[It is all very romantic. He shifts a bit closer and rubs his forehead against Jotaro's.]
I am quite relieved that there's nothing to interfere or influence us.
[For a second, he looks genuinely alarmed, but then —]
Nah, I'm kidding. It's in the drawer.
[It is nice to move at such a languid pace, compared to the other times they've done this, so driven by desire and need. It's nice to tip his chin and lazily catch Adrian's lips while his fingertips ghost over his cock.
The touch doesn't last long, though; he's not quite ready to escalate things yet, not until he's taken his time and gotten Adrian nice and unwound. So, after a minute, he props himself up on one elbow and reaches across to the nightstand, plucking one of the strawberries and bringing it back with him.
Playfully, he runs the chocolate-covered tip across Adrian's lower lip, tempting.]
You still want to have me inside you tonight, yeah? I mean — that's the plan. You'll tell me if you change your mind?
[The false alarm does get Adrian, but only for a moment until he's laughing softly and shoving his hand into Jotaro's face.]
Terrible. You're terrible.
[He does gasp softly against Jotaro's lips at the lightest touch to his cock, his hips twitching, but he's more eager to press into the kiss.
At the chocolate covered strawberry, he looks at Jotaro under hooded eyes, then takes a nip from the tip. The fruit is sweet, matching the chocolate's flavor. It's quite nice, actually.]
I will tell you, but I haven't. [Leaning in closer, he nuzzles against Jotaro's temple before murmuring into his ear:] I still want it. I want you, so badly.
[He grins faintly, returning the nuzzle with one of his own before gradually beginning to slide down the mattress, tucking kisses against Adrian's neck and collarbones. It's sort of nice that Sanguis and Iris have made them already somewhat familiar with each other; it means he's less nervous than he might otherwise have been, thanks to the benefit of that familiarity. It's just Adrian beneath his fingers and lips, from the raised scar that juts across his chest to his dusky nipples and the sleek musculature of his stomach. It's just Adrian, his Adrian, wanting him so badly.
It makes him smile to run his tongue through the little valley between Adrian's pecs and think of that time on the couch, how he'd said show me something new and Adrian had set his whole world alight, getting him off with his chest and mouth. It warms his expression, running fingers over his skin and thinking of the flow of silk, how pleased he'd been with the robe he'd been given as a gift, how he'd moaned when that same silk had wrapped every stroke to his cock.
He lifts his head, heat in his half-lidded eyes, and catches the ocean blue of the ring he'd put on Adrian's finger — how pleased he is to see it, how good it looks against the pale of his hand.
Adrian used to worry that he couldn't be enough for him. That his nature made him incapable of ever being what he ought to be.
Looking at him like this, laid out amid rose petals with his hair fanned out like a halo, Jotaro can't imagine how he could possibly get any better.]
It is your birthday. So...I guess you deserve a treat.
[A remark that quickly reveals itself, as he first bites lightly at Adrian's hip, then shifts over to mouth a kiss against the head of his cock.]
[A soft shudder escapes him at the soft, wet sensation of Jotaro's tongue sliding over his skin, and he looks down at him warmly. He runs his fingers through his dark curls, admiring them, loving every part of him. There are many who would curse at being trapped on Lunatia, but quite honestly it's probably the best thing that's ever happened to Adrian.
And Jotaro goes lower, lower still, nipping his flesh and making Adrian chuckle before he's moaning at soft lips against his cock.]
I already had one earlier. But I'd never argue against another.
[Maybe it's strange to think, but he does consider the view of Jotaro right now to be beautiful, more than usual.]
[It's like being petted, he thinks fleetingly, and it's not even Sanguis but there's still something about it that he finds he likes. The possessiveness. The contact. The reverence. It makes him feel anchored and calm, reminding him of how he's holding Adrian's attention.
He half-closes his eyes, parting his lips and taking Adrian properly into his mouth, and with his last few seconds of divided attention he summons Star to go fetch him the lube from out of the nightstand drawer, before turning his focus entirely to working his tongue against Adrian's heated length.]
[And he says it like a promise, a prayer. Adrian's hand continues on through Jotaro's hair and he shivers, spreading his legs easily for him, inviting him in as much as he wants. Fingers gently scratch at Jotaro's scalp, encouraging him.
He sighs when he feels Jotaro's delightfully warm and wet mouth back over him again, his tongue soft and pliable. Adrian watches him, his eyes heated, feeling hungrier for him.]
[A little spark of hot triumph slides down his spine at the sounds of Adrian's praise. Naturally Jotaro is acutely aware that this is pretty much his first attempt at going down on someone ever, and while in theory taking a guy's dick in his mouth ought to be reasonably uncomplicated, that still doesn't mean he wants to suck at it.
Pun intended.
So it's gratifying to know that he's doing something right, and it does spur him on in a pleasantly encouraging way. He's always been someone willing to commit first and then figure things out as he goes, and this is no exception. So he focuses easily on his task, keeping an ear open for all of Adrian's little gasps and pleas, cataloguing the way he reacts and moves and translating those reactions into what must be particularly good.
While he works, bobbing his head and quickly finding a satisfying rhythm to go off of, Star brings him the lube and helps him get some on his fingers, good boy that he is. It's only slightly different in terms of the experience to have his own fingers artificially slick instead of Adrian's Iris-induced body doing it for him, but working him open is pretty familiar by now.
So he wastes no time beginning to get him ready, maintaining the blowjob with half-lidded eyes and as much of a smug grin as he can really pull off while his lips are otherwise occupied, and presses his finger inside Adrian while he does it, easy and familiar.]
[It's actually oddly strange without Iris making him slick already, but mostly because that's generally the time that even he tries to take care of it himself, wet and dripping everywhere. The lube helps of course, and he sighs when he feels the finger slip inside. At least that isn't new for either of them.]
You look so beautiful like this.
[And he means it, the way Jotaro has his lips around his cock, practically grinning around him. He continues to pet through his hair, adoring him, wanting to praise him for as much as he can.]
[It occurs to him, gradually, that prior experience suggests that once he starts to find a steady rhythm with his pumping fingers, Adrian will probably want to buck his hips along with it, and therefore he should probably take some precautions so he doesn't gag himself and choke like an idiot. So he pulls off slowly, tonguing the vein along the underside for good measure while he slides his way back up, and when he finally separates a thin string of saliva remains, glistening thin as it continues to connect his lower lip with the head of Adrian's cock.]
Your next painting, maybe. One for the ages.
[He angles his head, nuzzling against the inside of Adrian's thigh — he's got his legs splayed out so wide and that's so hot to think about, the way he's just unwound and inviting the attention — while he fingers him open, focused on stretching him properly.]
[The smooth slide of his tongue makes Adrian shudder, his hips quivering, trying to mind himself, but he keeps watch of Jotaro.
Oh. It was one thing to watch his soft lips wrapped around his cock, but the little line of spit from lip to the tip makes him shiver visibly. No no, this would be his next painting if he did make something so lewd.]
Jojo...
[Adrian tilts his head, golden hair spilling over his shoulders and neck. He can manage to be patient, but he's still rocking his hips down to press against Jotaro's fingers, welcoming the spread.]
[The last thing he would ever want, of course, is to be the reason Adrian feels even an instant of pain or discomfort, but — on the other hand, he knows better than to coddle him, either. Between his healing factor and the simple fact that he's a capable fighter and swordsman even without it, it would probably be more than a little insulting to treat him like he's made of glass. The fact that he's starting to get into the fingering is probably evidence enough that he's prepared enough to go.
With that in mind, Jotaro takes his cue and shifts to kneel comfortably between Adrian's spread legs, catching him beneath the thighs and hitching his legs up to make for a better angle. And it's that, somehow, that really drives the reality of it home —
...Shit. This is really happening, isn't it?
He slicks himself briskly, lining up, but hesitates one last moment as he takes in the sight of Adrian laid out on the mattress like a vision and a dream, and decides he doesn't want to be that far away from his lips any longer.]
Hey...
[So he leans down and over Adrian, supporting his weight on his elbows as he draws close enough to nuzzle at his jawline, and finally rolls his hips forward to sink inside him.
Holy shit, their first time and it's "gentle affection while doing it in the missionary position", which means it's literally only the fact that the lights are still on that's preventing them from being the most vanilla motherfuckers in human history.]
[Utterly relaxed in Jotaro's grip, his legs offer no resistance, practically limp as they're bent back to give Jotaro room. It does make him breathe in a little more sharply than usual, if only because he is looking forward to this, the realization that it is happening. Something he's wanted and imagined for what feels like so long.
And he sighs at the nuzzling, turning his head to brush his lips against Jotaro's cheek before he gasps, feeling him starting to press in. Jotaro is so hot. His fingers already felt immensely warm, but this part of him obviously is another story.
He reaches out, taking one of Jotaro's hands.]
Yes. [That's his assurance that he wants him to keep going, to give him more.
Yeah it's vanilla as hell, and certainly more vanilla than anything else they've done, but it's everything he wants out of this moment.]
[Which, practically speaking, doesn't have as much to do with Adrian specifically as it does the fact that he's trying his damnedest to keep himself under control, now that he's sheathed to the hilt inside Adrian and the experience is more than a little overwhelming. He's hot inside, and tight even with the benefit of the stretching, and it's enough that it leaves Jotaro panting a little even as their fingers weave together.]
Okay. Okay...
[He kisses messily at the edge of Adrian's mouth, mostly just because his coordination isn't the greatest when he's distracted by the way that pleasure and chroma both are twisting up inside him to leave him feeling positively radiant, and he sucks in a long breath before starting to rock his hips at a smooth pace, gradually picking up a steady rhythm.]
[Even just feeling Jotaro fully inside of him is a lot, in a different way. He swallows, trying to settle with the sensation of being full of him. It's already so much more satisfying than any toy they've used or their fingers.
Then Jotaro is moving. It isn't vigorous, but even just a simple, smooth pace feels like so much. There is a pleasure in feeling him move in and out, and he doesn't feel as desperately hungry for it as if he were in Iris, but more that he wants that intimacy between them more than anything else. He basks in it, feels their fingers intertwined. He can practically hear Jotaro's heartbeat if he listens closely.
All of this with him-- it's so much, but it's everything he's wanted.
He smiles up at Jotaro, his brows knitted, and he can't help the tear escaping his eye, wonderfully overwhelmed with how happy he is.]
[By now, he's familiar enough with Adrian's moods and tells that he doesn't immediately start panicking when he sees tears starting to well up in his eyes. And that's...awfully reassuring, actually, as well as being an unintentionally massive ego stroke. If this were Sanguis, he'd be practically purring his satisfaction; as it is, it's gratifying to see Adrian so happy, and know that he's the reason for it.
His Adrian. Half human, half vampire, with a capacity for love that runs so deep and so wide that it's almost beyond comprehension. And look at him; he's overwhelmed by this, and really that makes two of them.]
M'glad you had that drink.
[He ducks his head, kissing him softly, and tries a deeper thrust, putting more emphasis into the glide of his hips.]
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[Even now, it's hard to think about. Adrian, dead to the world, asleep in his coffin and just waiting to waste away and die...and everything they both would've missed out on, if they'd missed each other, if things hadn't played out the way they had.
A little damp-eyed himself, he runs his hands down to the fastenings of Adrian's shirt, hovering carefully over them.]
Let me get you ready for bed?
[Of course he's a little nervous. But he wants this, too. They both do.]
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[But honestly, he is glad to have reasons for staying awake here. Reasons to live. It just happens Jotaro is one of the main reasons, really.
He smiles and nods.]
Please do. I'm afraid I have nothing written on my skin, though.
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[He smirks, rubbing his thumb against the elegant fabric of Adrian's top before beginning to work it open.]
Could write my name on your ass. Claim that as mine.
[Bit by bit, he gets Adrian's shirt unfastened, then gently pushes it off his shoulders to let gravity do the rest of the work for him. As it does, he reaches down and palms boldly against the front of Adrian's pants, feeling the shape of his cock though the fabric.]
Maybe this too.
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I think I'd rather just have you touch me.
[Although he's known where this would lead to, it's just become a sudden reality that he'd finally have this moment with Jotaro. They would be intimate sexually -- and he would be Jotaro's first.
It's terribly thrilling.]
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[One arm wraps around Adrian's back, while the other hooks behind his knees, and in a smooth swoop, he scoops Adrian up bridal-style and picks his way over to the bed. He'd wanted that specifically, he remembers from the fantasies they'd talked about earlier in the month. Being laid down, being touched. Being cherished.]
Actually, I have a confession to make. I washed my hair with the rose shampoo so you wouldn't smell the ones in here. Or if you did, you'd think it was just me.
[He grins faintly, laying Adrian down onto the mattress and settling him in the middle of the bed, his breath catching at the way his pale skin and blond hair set off the red of the rose petals.]
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[It's not the first time that Jotaro has picked him up like this, but right now it certainly puts to mind what he'd said to him before. Adrian loosely places his arms around his neck, looking up at Jotaro adoringly.]
Clever bastard that you are. I should've known.
[As he's being settled to the bed, Adrian lets him go, laying back against the mattress with his hair spilled behind him and petals brushing softly against his skin. It's actually quite terribly romantic, and Adrian finds himself absolutely loving it.]
Come here. [Adrian's voice is soft, and he reaches out for Jotaro.] And help me finish undressing.
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[He laughs softly, standing at the bedside and taking a second to just look at Adrian, laid out like a painting on the mattress before him, and this may just be the second time in his life that a vampire has made his heart stop, but this time it's in the most tender of ways.]
...You really are beautiful.
[He whispers it almost like it's meant for himself and not for Adrian's benefit, then gets a knee up onto the bed so that he can settle into Adrian's outstretched arms and cuddle in next to him.
His lips find their way to Adrian's bare shoulder; his fingers go to the button of his pants, working it open by touch alone.]
I can't believe you're real.
[One kiss turns to two, soft worship paid in lip service.]
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I can always remind you with a bite.
[He teases softly, but he gladly leans into the kiss, his fingers brushing against Jotaro's cheek.]
You're just as magnificent.
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[He won't, for reasons they've discussed before, but this isn't about practicality right now. Not when there are more important things to focus on, like settling comfortably into Adrian's hold while one of his hands drifts down the length of his body again.]
It's nice, doing this when the moons aren't out. No Sanguis driving me crazy or Iris making you...y'know.
[This isn't really the time for something like "thirsty as a guy who just spent two days wandering the Sahara", but he thinks it anyway. His questing fingers brush lightly against the top of Adrian's thigh, only just enough to keep him aware of where his hand has gone.]
Just you, me, champagne, roses, chocolate-covered strawberries...
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Then he chuckles and ducks his head.]
Making me desperate for relief, to put lightly? Ah, I hope you know, I'm terribly dry now.
[It is all very romantic. He shifts a bit closer and rubs his forehead against Jotaro's.]
I am quite relieved that there's nothing to interfere or influence us.
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[For a second, he looks genuinely alarmed, but then —]
Nah, I'm kidding. It's in the drawer.
[It is nice to move at such a languid pace, compared to the other times they've done this, so driven by desire and need. It's nice to tip his chin and lazily catch Adrian's lips while his fingertips ghost over his cock.
The touch doesn't last long, though; he's not quite ready to escalate things yet, not until he's taken his time and gotten Adrian nice and unwound. So, after a minute, he props himself up on one elbow and reaches across to the nightstand, plucking one of the strawberries and bringing it back with him.
Playfully, he runs the chocolate-covered tip across Adrian's lower lip, tempting.]
You still want to have me inside you tonight, yeah? I mean — that's the plan. You'll tell me if you change your mind?
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Terrible. You're terrible.
[He does gasp softly against Jotaro's lips at the lightest touch to his cock, his hips twitching, but he's more eager to press into the kiss.
At the chocolate covered strawberry, he looks at Jotaro under hooded eyes, then takes a nip from the tip. The fruit is sweet, matching the chocolate's flavor. It's quite nice, actually.]
I will tell you, but I haven't. [Leaning in closer, he nuzzles against Jotaro's temple before murmuring into his ear:] I still want it. I want you, so badly.
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[He grins faintly, returning the nuzzle with one of his own before gradually beginning to slide down the mattress, tucking kisses against Adrian's neck and collarbones. It's sort of nice that Sanguis and Iris have made them already somewhat familiar with each other; it means he's less nervous than he might otherwise have been, thanks to the benefit of that familiarity. It's just Adrian beneath his fingers and lips, from the raised scar that juts across his chest to his dusky nipples and the sleek musculature of his stomach. It's just Adrian, his Adrian, wanting him so badly.
It makes him smile to run his tongue through the little valley between Adrian's pecs and think of that time on the couch, how he'd said show me something new and Adrian had set his whole world alight, getting him off with his chest and mouth. It warms his expression, running fingers over his skin and thinking of the flow of silk, how pleased he'd been with the robe he'd been given as a gift, how he'd moaned when that same silk had wrapped every stroke to his cock.
He lifts his head, heat in his half-lidded eyes, and catches the ocean blue of the ring he'd put on Adrian's finger — how pleased he is to see it, how good it looks against the pale of his hand.
Adrian used to worry that he couldn't be enough for him. That his nature made him incapable of ever being what he ought to be.
Looking at him like this, laid out amid rose petals with his hair fanned out like a halo, Jotaro can't imagine how he could possibly get any better.]
It is your birthday. So...I guess you deserve a treat.
[A remark that quickly reveals itself, as he first bites lightly at Adrian's hip, then shifts over to mouth a kiss against the head of his cock.]
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And Jotaro goes lower, lower still, nipping his flesh and making Adrian chuckle before he's moaning at soft lips against his cock.]
I already had one earlier. But I'd never argue against another.
[Maybe it's strange to think, but he does consider the view of Jotaro right now to be beautiful, more than usual.]
I would gladly take anything you gave me.
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[It's like being petted, he thinks fleetingly, and it's not even Sanguis but there's still something about it that he finds he likes. The possessiveness. The contact. The reverence. It makes him feel anchored and calm, reminding him of how he's holding Adrian's attention.
He half-closes his eyes, parting his lips and taking Adrian properly into his mouth, and with his last few seconds of divided attention he summons Star to go fetch him the lube from out of the nightstand drawer, before turning his focus entirely to working his tongue against Adrian's heated length.]
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[And he says it like a promise, a prayer. Adrian's hand continues on through Jotaro's hair and he shivers, spreading his legs easily for him, inviting him in as much as he wants. Fingers gently scratch at Jotaro's scalp, encouraging him.
He sighs when he feels Jotaro's delightfully warm and wet mouth back over him again, his tongue soft and pliable. Adrian watches him, his eyes heated, feeling hungrier for him.]
So good...
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Pun intended.
So it's gratifying to know that he's doing something right, and it does spur him on in a pleasantly encouraging way. He's always been someone willing to commit first and then figure things out as he goes, and this is no exception. So he focuses easily on his task, keeping an ear open for all of Adrian's little gasps and pleas, cataloguing the way he reacts and moves and translating those reactions into what must be particularly good.
While he works, bobbing his head and quickly finding a satisfying rhythm to go off of, Star brings him the lube and helps him get some on his fingers, good boy that he is. It's only slightly different in terms of the experience to have his own fingers artificially slick instead of Adrian's Iris-induced body doing it for him, but working him open is pretty familiar by now.
So he wastes no time beginning to get him ready, maintaining the blowjob with half-lidded eyes and as much of a smug grin as he can really pull off while his lips are otherwise occupied, and presses his finger inside Adrian while he does it, easy and familiar.]
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You look so beautiful like this.
[And he means it, the way Jotaro has his lips around his cock, practically grinning around him. He continues to pet through his hair, adoring him, wanting to praise him for as much as he can.]
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[It occurs to him, gradually, that prior experience suggests that once he starts to find a steady rhythm with his pumping fingers, Adrian will probably want to buck his hips along with it, and therefore he should probably take some precautions so he doesn't gag himself and choke like an idiot. So he pulls off slowly, tonguing the vein along the underside for good measure while he slides his way back up, and when he finally separates a thin string of saliva remains, glistening thin as it continues to connect his lower lip with the head of Adrian's cock.]
Your next painting, maybe. One for the ages.
[He angles his head, nuzzling against the inside of Adrian's thigh — he's got his legs splayed out so wide and that's so hot to think about, the way he's just unwound and inviting the attention — while he fingers him open, focused on stretching him properly.]
Won't be long now. Just a little more.
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Oh. It was one thing to watch his soft lips wrapped around his cock, but the little line of spit from lip to the tip makes him shiver visibly. No no, this would be his next painting if he did make something so lewd.]
Jojo...
[Adrian tilts his head, golden hair spilling over his shoulders and neck. He can manage to be patient, but he's still rocking his hips down to press against Jotaro's fingers, welcoming the spread.]
Soon, please.
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[The last thing he would ever want, of course, is to be the reason Adrian feels even an instant of pain or discomfort, but — on the other hand, he knows better than to coddle him, either. Between his healing factor and the simple fact that he's a capable fighter and swordsman even without it, it would probably be more than a little insulting to treat him like he's made of glass. The fact that he's starting to get into the fingering is probably evidence enough that he's prepared enough to go.
With that in mind, Jotaro takes his cue and shifts to kneel comfortably between Adrian's spread legs, catching him beneath the thighs and hitching his legs up to make for a better angle. And it's that, somehow, that really drives the reality of it home —
...Shit. This is really happening, isn't it?
He slicks himself briskly, lining up, but hesitates one last moment as he takes in the sight of Adrian laid out on the mattress like a vision and a dream, and decides he doesn't want to be that far away from his lips any longer.]
Hey...
[So he leans down and over Adrian, supporting his weight on his elbows as he draws close enough to nuzzle at his jawline, and finally rolls his hips forward to sink inside him.
Holy shit, their first time and it's "gentle affection while doing it in the missionary position", which means it's literally only the fact that the lights are still on that's preventing them from being the most vanilla motherfuckers in human history.]
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And he sighs at the nuzzling, turning his head to brush his lips against Jotaro's cheek before he gasps, feeling him starting to press in. Jotaro is so hot. His fingers already felt immensely warm, but this part of him obviously is another story.
He reaches out, taking one of Jotaro's hands.]
Yes. [That's his assurance that he wants him to keep going, to give him more.
Yeah it's vanilla as hell, and certainly more vanilla than anything else they've done, but it's everything he wants out of this moment.]
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[Which, practically speaking, doesn't have as much to do with Adrian specifically as it does the fact that he's trying his damnedest to keep himself under control, now that he's sheathed to the hilt inside Adrian and the experience is more than a little overwhelming. He's hot inside, and tight even with the benefit of the stretching, and it's enough that it leaves Jotaro panting a little even as their fingers weave together.]
Okay. Okay...
[He kisses messily at the edge of Adrian's mouth, mostly just because his coordination isn't the greatest when he's distracted by the way that pleasure and chroma both are twisting up inside him to leave him feeling positively radiant, and he sucks in a long breath before starting to rock his hips at a smooth pace, gradually picking up a steady rhythm.]
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Then Jotaro is moving. It isn't vigorous, but even just a simple, smooth pace feels like so much. There is a pleasure in feeling him move in and out, and he doesn't feel as desperately hungry for it as if he were in Iris, but more that he wants that intimacy between them more than anything else. He basks in it, feels their fingers intertwined. He can practically hear Jotaro's heartbeat if he listens closely.
All of this with him-- it's so much, but it's everything he's wanted.
He smiles up at Jotaro, his brows knitted, and he can't help the tear escaping his eye, wonderfully overwhelmed with how happy he is.]
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His Adrian. Half human, half vampire, with a capacity for love that runs so deep and so wide that it's almost beyond comprehension. And look at him; he's overwhelmed by this, and really that makes two of them.]
M'glad you had that drink.
[He ducks his head, kissing him softly, and tries a deeper thrust, putting more emphasis into the glide of his hips.]
You're blushing...
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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