[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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[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.