[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.]
[The deeper thrust makes his back arch, Jotaro brushing up inside of him in the most sensitive of ways. He knows the familiar tingle of pleasure shooting through him as a result, but it's so much better now that it's Jotaro affecting him directly like this.
The hand not holding Jotaro's curls into the sheets, and he looks up at him before letting out an airy laugh.]
[He can't help but chuckle himself, wildly pleased to see that flash of attitude out of Adrian even in a moment like this.
It takes him a minute to think of how to do it, repositioning the both of them the way he wants but without having to sacrifice his ability to hold Adrian's hand, and eventually winds up sitting back onto his knees and hitching Adrian's hips up higher, which lets him balance enough that he doesn't have to support himself on one arm.
Which is useful, because it means all of a sudden he's got a new angle for rocking into him, and a free hand for searching out one of Adrian's nipples and tugging lightly on it.]
[Comfortably, he lets his legs be arranged however works best for Jotaro, relaxed and trusting. He tilts his head, watching him, smiling faintly. The new angle is lovely, making him moan more insistently as he feels Jotaro brushing up inside of him wonderfully.
Then he whines, jerking at the way his chest is tugged. It makes his hips squirm, grinding down against Jotaro. His face's blush deepens, easy to see from his pale skin.]
And you-- [Adrian squeezes down around Jotaro's cock, appreciating it.] --Make me feel good. In so many ways.
[Even now, he's learning things that he likes himself, the more he explores the prospect of sex with Adrian. Slow and steady movement builds the sensation up gradually, lending a deeper sense of intimacy; shifting the angle, adding different kinds of stimulation, winds them both up faster. Connected like this, they're a reciprocal loop — Adrian's reactions setting off his own, spurring him on to more and more, and —
And he needs to get out of his own head and stop thinking, because it's getting in the way of putting all of his focus where it belongs. Though that's not exactly a difficult prospect, when Adrian starts moving and tightening, and pleasure starts to knock the breath right out of him.]
M'gonna try to...
[He bites his lip, bearing down as his hips jerk a little erratically, and his pace picks up again.]
Try to. Hold out, make it good for you...
[Practically speaking, he knows for a fact that Adrian's stamina is a lot better than his. But this is a matter of honor now, and by god, he's going to try his best to make Adrian come before he does.
A lofty goal, to say the least. But he is, after all, Kujo Jotaro.]
[Maybe it's a little odd to think to himself that it's sweet, that Jotaro is trying harder to wait to make sure that Adrian feels as good as possible. But it's a sincere thought, and he feels overwhelmed for a moment by how much affection he hates for Jotaro, how much he sincerely adores him, falling so in love with him.
The more jerky movement of Jotaro's hips makes him let out a soft cry, his back arching to try to meet with him.]
Can you-- harder?
[Adrian runs his free hand down his own stomach, not quite touching his own cock yet, but close to it.]
[Harder. Harder, yeah, okay, he can — yeah. He stills the movements of his hips for an agonizing moment, scraping up that small measure of focus he needs to work out how to get more leverage. After a thought, he winds up tugging Adrian's legs even higher than they've been, raising them so that he can hold him by the thighs and pull him down onto every thrust.
Good, okay, that should help, and then...
His cheeks beginning to burn, he looks down to where they're joined and almost loses it right then and there, but bites his lip again and pulls out nearly all the way.]
Fuck...
[Harder, Adrian had said, and so this time Jotaro snaps his hips forward with determination and purpose, dragging Adrian down onto his cock as it buries back inside, and actually managing to slide him an inch or two along the sheets from the power he puts into it.]
[For as much as he has enjoyed the sweet, smooth motion of Jotaro's hips, the harder, rougher slide also appeals to the more beastly nature inside of him. He heaves out a breath, throwing his head back and panting, feeling his body rock under Jotaro's strength. It's good, and he revels in letting Jotaro in, letting him have power, because he adores and trusts him so deeply.
The cry that Adrian makes is a long, drawn out whine, and his hand finally curls over his cock, stroking to push himself just a bit further, just a bit more--
And like that, the string of tension snaps, and he comes, clenching down taut over Jotaro. He feels the warm mess that follows, spilling over his hand and across their stomachs, which leaves him delightfully breathless.]
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[All the moonlacing in all the world that he's ever experienced before now pales significantly in comparison to this. This moment, with Adrian crying out and the bed shaking and sweat beading on his brow and his palms — it's incredible and it leaves him panting for every breath, nearly bending Adrian in half with the way it draws him in.
Too late, he realizes that he never asked if it was okay to do this without a condom, and he definitely never asked Adrian's feelings about letting him come inside him, but by the time it occurs to him, it's already a moot point. Adrian comes, and his own resolve shatters on the very next thrust, shaking all over as he follows him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside him.
Breathing hard, he releases Adrian's legs and falls forward a little, planting a hand onto the mattress on either side of Adrian's shoulders to catch himself as chroma and afterglow wash over him. He feels warm, he feels powerful, he feels good, he feels —
His gaze lands on Adrian's face, flushed and soft and so full of adoration — for him, he did that, he made him so fucking happy — and all of a sudden something bottled up inside him just...dislodges from where it'd been stuck, and finally falls free.
This is really it, isn't it. This is being in love with someone else. Not just the words, not just the standards and expectations, but — this, this is it. This is it and it's his and there was a time when he couldn't have begun to imagine he'd ever be able to feel like this again.
He's in love.
Holy shit.
A truly embarrassing little noise, halfway between a sob and a whimper, wrenches out of his throat before stuttering into a laugh, and as he gazes down at Adrian the sight of him starts to go a little blurry as his own eyes turn wet.
And yeah, he ought to say something, whether it be something romantic or just an apology for coming inside Adrian when he definitely never asked if he could, but all the words in the world fail him so he just lowers himself down, completely indifferent to the mess getting sandwiched between them, and captures Adrian's lips in a kiss that goes on and on through hiccuping laughter and shuddering whimpers both.]
this is an attack on me i used all of my sexyfaces on you and this is my reward?!
[In the afterglow, he basks for a bit before Jotaro seems to crumble apart. With his clean hand, he reaches up and strokes Jotaro's cheek, brushing back is hair tenderly as he patiently kisses him. Their lips part, if only so he can spread kisses up to his cheek and brow.
It's a mess, physically and emotionally, and Adrian loves every part of it. Everything Jotaro has given him.]
Thank you.
[For more than he can truly emphasize. It wasn't just the sex, which was of course wonderful, but the sheer intimacy with him. Everything with them being intertwined and emotional. It's a frightening and beautiful thing, baring themselves.]
[It's sort of a stupid reversal of roles, that this is supposed to be Adrian's birthday and he's supposed to be the one making everything perfect for him, yet here he is getting emotional and clingy at the most unexpected of times. Still, any guilt he might've felt over that quickly goes by the wayside as he eases himself down and into Adrian's hold, making only the slightest of faces at the wet spend that winds up trapped between their bellies when he does.
Maybe it's okay. Maybe it's fine if he just sort of lies down with Adrian and tucks against him, soaking in the feeling of the hand running through his hair and the kisses pressed gently against his face. As the afterglow sets in, he feels vulnerable and unguarded, yet safe as he counts the rise and fall of his own breaths and the steadily slowing beat of his heart.
If he had the energy left to be a bastard, he'd offer a teasing happy birthday. But since this was apparently just what the doctor ordered, his bastarditis seems to be in check for once, and he settles for just being warm and genuine instead.]
So...I did good, huh?
[That too might've come off as cocky, except that he's so sleepy-sated that it comes out an honest, almost hopeful question.]
[With Jotaro lying down, Adrian tucks an arm around him snugly, uncaring that they're a mess together. That's part of the experience as far as he's concerned. Adrian nuzzles against Jotaro's cheek, down to his throat, listening to how his heart eases up and slows. It's a lovely song, a tale of Jotaro being alive.
The question would usually invoke a bark of a laugh at the sheer arrogance, but instead he can hear the tone of voice setting what Jotaro is truly asking. Adrian smiles warmly against him.]
Incredibly.
[Adrian pulls back enough to gaze into Jotaro's green eyes.]
I truly never thought I would have another birthday, much less one that would give me so much to enjoy. The gifts you've given alone would have been enough, but I finally share this moment with you is something I've wished for.
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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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[The deeper thrust makes his back arch, Jotaro brushing up inside of him in the most sensitive of ways. He knows the familiar tingle of pleasure shooting through him as a result, but it's so much better now that it's Jotaro affecting him directly like this.
The hand not holding Jotaro's curls into the sheets, and he looks up at him before letting out an airy laugh.]
Bastard. Like it that much, do you?
Suppose you've got to make me blush more, then.
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[He can't help but chuckle himself, wildly pleased to see that flash of attitude out of Adrian even in a moment like this.
It takes him a minute to think of how to do it, repositioning the both of them the way he wants but without having to sacrifice his ability to hold Adrian's hand, and eventually winds up sitting back onto his knees and hitching Adrian's hips up higher, which lets him balance enough that he doesn't have to support himself on one arm.
Which is useful, because it means all of a sudden he's got a new angle for rocking into him, and a free hand for searching out one of Adrian's nipples and tugging lightly on it.]
Fuck, you feel so good...
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Then he whines, jerking at the way his chest is tugged. It makes his hips squirm, grinding down against Jotaro. His face's blush deepens, easy to see from his pale skin.]
And you-- [Adrian squeezes down around Jotaro's cock, appreciating it.] --Make me feel good. In so many ways.
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And he needs to get out of his own head and stop thinking, because it's getting in the way of putting all of his focus where it belongs. Though that's not exactly a difficult prospect, when Adrian starts moving and tightening, and pleasure starts to knock the breath right out of him.]
M'gonna try to...
[He bites his lip, bearing down as his hips jerk a little erratically, and his pace picks up again.]
Try to. Hold out, make it good for you...
[Practically speaking, he knows for a fact that Adrian's stamina is a lot better than his. But this is a matter of honor now, and by god, he's going to try his best to make Adrian come before he does.
A lofty goal, to say the least. But he is, after all, Kujo Jotaro.]
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The more jerky movement of Jotaro's hips makes him let out a soft cry, his back arching to try to meet with him.]
Can you-- harder?
[Adrian runs his free hand down his own stomach, not quite touching his own cock yet, but close to it.]
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[Harder. Harder, yeah, okay, he can — yeah. He stills the movements of his hips for an agonizing moment, scraping up that small measure of focus he needs to work out how to get more leverage. After a thought, he winds up tugging Adrian's legs even higher than they've been, raising them so that he can hold him by the thighs and pull him down onto every thrust.
Good, okay, that should help, and then...
His cheeks beginning to burn, he looks down to where they're joined and almost loses it right then and there, but bites his lip again and pulls out nearly all the way.]
Fuck...
[Harder, Adrian had said, and so this time Jotaro snaps his hips forward with determination and purpose, dragging Adrian down onto his cock as it buries back inside, and actually managing to slide him an inch or two along the sheets from the power he puts into it.]
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[For as much as he has enjoyed the sweet, smooth motion of Jotaro's hips, the harder, rougher slide also appeals to the more beastly nature inside of him. He heaves out a breath, throwing his head back and panting, feeling his body rock under Jotaro's strength. It's good, and he revels in letting Jotaro in, letting him have power, because he adores and trusts him so deeply.
The cry that Adrian makes is a long, drawn out whine, and his hand finally curls over his cock, stroking to push himself just a bit further, just a bit more--
And like that, the string of tension snaps, and he comes, clenching down taut over Jotaro. He feels the warm mess that follows, spilling over his hand and across their stomachs, which leaves him delightfully breathless.]
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Too late, he realizes that he never asked if it was okay to do this without a condom, and he definitely never asked Adrian's feelings about letting him come inside him, but by the time it occurs to him, it's already a moot point. Adrian comes, and his own resolve shatters on the very next thrust, shaking all over as he follows him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside him.
Breathing hard, he releases Adrian's legs and falls forward a little, planting a hand onto the mattress on either side of Adrian's shoulders to catch himself as chroma and afterglow wash over him. He feels warm, he feels powerful, he feels good, he feels —
His gaze lands on Adrian's face, flushed and soft and so full of adoration — for him, he did that, he made him so fucking happy — and all of a sudden something bottled up inside him just...dislodges from where it'd been stuck, and finally falls free.
This is really it, isn't it. This is being in love with someone else. Not just the words, not just the standards and expectations, but — this, this is it. This is it and it's his and there was a time when he couldn't have begun to imagine he'd ever be able to feel like this again.
He's in love.
Holy shit.
A truly embarrassing little noise, halfway between a sob and a whimper, wrenches out of his throat before stuttering into a laugh, and as he gazes down at Adrian the sight of him starts to go a little blurry as his own eyes turn wet.
And yeah, he ought to say something, whether it be something romantic or just an apology for coming inside Adrian when he definitely never asked if he could, but all the words in the world fail him so he just lowers himself down, completely indifferent to the mess getting sandwiched between them, and captures Adrian's lips in a kiss that goes on and on through hiccuping laughter and shuddering whimpers both.]
this is an attack on me i used all of my sexyfaces on you and this is my reward?!
It's a mess, physically and emotionally, and Adrian loves every part of it. Everything Jotaro has given him.]
Thank you.
[For more than he can truly emphasize. It wasn't just the sex, which was of course wonderful, but the sheer intimacy with him. Everything with them being intertwined and emotional. It's a frightening and beautiful thing, baring themselves.]
yare yare you mean the chaos emeralds?
Maybe it's okay. Maybe it's fine if he just sort of lies down with Adrian and tucks against him, soaking in the feeling of the hand running through his hair and the kisses pressed gently against his face. As the afterglow sets in, he feels vulnerable and unguarded, yet safe as he counts the rise and fall of his own breaths and the steadily slowing beat of his heart.
If he had the energy left to be a bastard, he'd offer a teasing happy birthday. But since this was apparently just what the doctor ordered, his bastarditis seems to be in check for once, and he settles for just being warm and genuine instead.]
So...I did good, huh?
[That too might've come off as cocky, except that he's so sleepy-sated that it comes out an honest, almost hopeful question.]
ok i might deserve that
The question would usually invoke a bark of a laugh at the sheer arrogance, but instead he can hear the tone of voice setting what Jotaro is truly asking. Adrian smiles warmly against him.]
Incredibly.
[Adrian pulls back enough to gaze into Jotaro's green eyes.]
I truly never thought I would have another birthday, much less one that would give me so much to enjoy. The gifts you've given alone would have been enough, but I finally share this moment with you is something I've wished for.
So yes. You did good.