[His Jotaro has always had a wonderful tone and pitch for singing. Adrian slides his eyes closed and smiles, listening, adoring it, adoring him.
Jotaro has been wonderfully patient for him, hasn't he? Yet, still so loving, waiting for him, trying to be understanding. Adrian wants to do something in return to him.
Not a reward. Just. Something. Something to show that he does love him, does want to be with him, he's just... healing.
When the song is finished, Adrian nudges as close as he can, gently pulling Jotaro down for a kiss, slow and easy, his fangs brushing against his lips.]
[It's reassuring to see Adrian taking the initiative, however slight it might be; he's been so careful all this time to keep from pushing him, avoid pressuring him, trying to give him space to feel in control. It's a relief that Adrian is the one who reaches for the kiss, and he gives it gladly, closing his eyes against the faint suggestion of his fangs and the sweetness of his mouth.]
Hey. How're you doing...?
[He brings a hand up to brush through Adrian's hair, tucking it tenderly behind his ear and lingering there to cup his face.]
What can I do. Run you a bath? Put you to bed? I'm here, whatever you need.
[He draws back only enough to lift his guitar strap off his shoulder and set the instrument aside, but then he's leaning comfortably back into Adrian, tucking against his neck and rubbing his head softly against him. Sanguis, scenting his Iris, trying to pacify the heat and agitation he can smell all too easily.]
All right. C'mon, lilieci, I've got you.
[He draws Adrian into his arms, hooking one arm behind his back and the other beneath his knees, and lifts him with effortless grace to start carrying him toward the bedroom.]
[Adrian breathes in slow and comfortable, enjoying his scent, finding comfort in it. It's fine, he can just let Jotaro take care of him. He trusts him, adores him, there isn't anything to be afraid of.
His slips his arms around Jotaro's neck, leaning up to brush his lips over Jotaro's cheek.]
[It's a short enough trip, particularly for long legs. Star zips ahead to turn down the bedcovers and make room, so that when Jotaro and Adrian arrive he can nestle Adrian down easily onto the smooth sheets and draw the blankets back up over him.
The bed is...a step in a positive direction, he thinks. Adrian has wanted to be in his coffin so often lately — but now he's asked for the bed, and for company.
He makes quick work of his clothes, stripping down until he's in just a shirt and his boxers, and lifts the covers on the other side of the bed enough that he can slide between them himself.]
How's that? Warm enough?
[He doesn't know if going to bed together just means holding him, or something more than that. He doesn't want to take the chance, however much Sanguis is snarling at him to calm his Iris's heat. He'll play it safe for now, watch Adrian for cues. Only what he's after, and no more.]
[Adrian's breath hitches slightly, welcoming the sight of Jotaro mostly undressed. He wishes he had the confidence to reveal more of himself, but he still faintly feels the burn of the lacerations on his flesh. His arms at least manage to cover it with the small layer of fur, but he hasn't let his chest show yet.
No. It's fine. Jotaro will respect him. He knows that.]
Almost.
[Reaching up, he brushes his fingers and claws through Jotaro's hair.]
Burning hot and wet. That doesn't sound comfortable at all.
[He slides closer, snuggling up close to Adrian, burying his face against his neck. He can't resist letting his tongue dart out for a slight lick; he can't keep himself from chasing it with a gentle nibble, only light enough to feel his teeth.]
Have I been a bad Sanguis? Neglecting my pretty bat...
[He keeps his voice light, teasing. Inviting Adrian to play along, to laugh.]
[A sharp breath is inhaled at the tongue swiping over his skin, brief and quick as it is. He lets out a small laugh at him, dragging his claws lightly down Jotaro's back.]
Terrible of you, really.
[It's so close. So close to normal for them. Their teasing, their banter. What was Adrian ever worried about? He feels almost ridiculous for it.]
[He sucks an approving breath, rolling his shoulders back into the scrape of those claws. Lightly, he touches his fingers to Adrian's ribs before beginning to slide his hand down his side, letting him catch on to what he's doing before he does it.
When his hand finds his hip, it circles there a minute before sliding over to rest against his ass, squeezing lightly through his sweatpants.]
Think I better see how hot and wet you are. So I know how much making up I have to do.
[His hand slides again, fingertips dipping just beneath the elastic of the waistband of his sweatpants, but no further.]
[It feels like it's been forever since he's had Jotaro's hands on his body. Which is... ridiculous. His sense of time is a bit off since his experience back in Wallachia, but added that to the present, it's not even been two months since they were last intimate.
Iris or not, he's terribly missed Jotaro.
He squirms a bit, not concerned as the feels fingers smoothing down just a bit under his clothes.]
Mm. You'd better. [Adrian presses his forehead against Jotaro's.] Check what a mess you make me feel.
[He can feel the heat in Adrian's skin from the way their foreheads are pressed together; it would be so easy to tilt his chin and catch his lips, but he doesn't, not yet. It's enough just to feel their breath mingling, enough just to enjoy how good it feels to be close to him again.
He's missed this. He's ached for it, but adamantly refused to push for it. Now, at last, it seems like Adrian's fears are loosening their grip, and he's so, so desperate to wash them all away completely.
His hand dips beneath his sweatpants properly now, easily sliding down to where Iris has him leaking. It would be cruel to tease, so he doesn't; one finger slides inside him smoothly, a glide made easy from the slick.]
[Adrian arches his back, spreading his legs out a bit as he feels the finger just slip right inside. It goes in so easily, and he whimpers as he presses against the penetration, quietly begging for it.]
Ha. You can't make me come from it unless you're a dragon again. Though... I wouldn't be against it, balaur.
Who says I have to be? You'd come for me however I wanted you to.
[It's hard to resist him, especially after what feels like so long. He's — tried, as hard as he could, not to let it get to him. Tried to put his own hunger aside, because none of this is about him. But there's no denying that it's stung to endure the distance between the two of them that, even now, he doesn't fully understand; to finally have this intimacy again is such a rush, such an addiction, that it's hard not to lose himself to it.
Adrian makes such cute noises. It's fun to wring them out of him, even while stifling them with kiss after kiss to his mouth. He tugs him closer, guiding him to hitch his leg up a little to allow for a better angle, and fingers him smoothly, deep but not rough.]
[For a moment, all Adrian can do is communicate with gasps and moans, letting Jotaro arrange him however he'd like. It feels so good to have his fingers inside finally, hates that he's waited this long, so grateful to have someone so patient for him.
He whines, pressing his mouth against Jotaro's, as if that'll somehow muffle the sound. It barely works, really.]
Yes. [Even if it's senseless, no other answer feels right.] I would, for you.
[He's breathless as he says it, almost reverent despite the obscenity. He wants to be close to him so much, and before long his hips are rocking up involuntarily, looking for friction that isn't quite yet there.
It's a little mean, maybe, to ask Adrian to focus on anything except the sensation he's experiencing at a time like this, in the middle of an Iris heat that he's been denying for days, but he can't help himself, murmuring between messy kisses.]
Can you — will you touch me? Wanna feel you, too...
[He's worked himself up to three fingers by now; that always goes fast during Iris, when Adrian's already so wet and ready on top of his usual vampire's resilience. Even then, it doesn't feel like he's doing enough, and it takes him a second before an idea starts to form.
He pumps his fingers a few times more, setting a solid rhythm, then draws his hand back and grasps Adrian by the ass instead, spreading him open so that Star's phantom fingers can take the place of his own, deeper and thicker and on a much better angle than he'd had himself.]
[There'd been the brief, confused look on his face when Jotaro had pulled his fingers out and proceeded to open him up obscenely, but the sudden thickness of Star's fingers answers everything. He cries out, almost forgetting to do anything but cling to Jotaro and squirm down against Star's hand.
Right... he'd been asked to touch him too. Adrian shudders against him, dragging a hand down Jotaro's chest.]
Are you hard already?
[Which would have been a sultry thing to say if Adrian didn't have his faint blush on his face while speaking as if his breath had been stolen. Regardless, he is indeed reaching down, letting his palm brush between Jotaro's thighs to feel him properly.]
[It's sort of nice, actually, letting Star do some of the work this time around. The last time they'd been intimate, he'd been a little possessive of Adrian's attention, and jealously wanted to keep him all to himself. But this time, he's expanding his horizons, and letting Star take over opening him up means all of a sudden he himself has another hand free to play with him.
Or, as the case may be, to grip his hip and gasp when he's finally rewarded with the brush of Adrian's hand, turned on as much by his teasing as he is by the feeling of it.]
I know it's Sanguis, it might be a lot to...take.
[He swallows hard, mouthing a wet kiss against his jawline.]
No, just like to get under your skin sometimes. O-oh.
[There's a pause only so he can moan at Star's thick fingers pumping in and out of him, practically squelching against how much Adrian is dripping wet. It's an obscene noise, but it delights him so.
He shivers, cupping Jotaro, gently squeezing him and feeling his cock through his boxers.]
I know. But... I want to. [And he does, truly, want Jotaro. He always does, just especially now.]
[He stutters a laugh, unable to help himself, and lightly slaps his ass in tandem with a breathless grin.]
Brat.
[Hell, that feels good. Adrian's long fingers, those little claws, blunted just enough by the fabric of his boxers...oh, fuck, he's so glad to have this again. So glad to be close to him again.
He bucks his hips, groaning and feeling feverish, like he might just settle in and grind himself to a finish right there against Adrian's hand, if he's not careful.]
How do you want to be? On your back, like last time? Something different?
[The little slap makes him yelp mostly in surprise, then he laughs quietly against Jotaro, smiling at him. He steals a kiss, curling his hand to grind it slowly against Jotaro's poor trapped cock, encouraging him to keep moving his hips.]
Want you anywhere you want to be. Just... I want you.
[And he wants to forget what happened in Wallachia. Just bury himself into his moment and focused on that.]
[His kisses are getting messier and messier now, lazy in the way he doesn't really care much about making them perfect, just so long as it means his lips are on Adrian's. A flush of arousal is rising in his neck and cheeks, his eyes alight with desire, and he's chewing his lip in the moments that he's not otherwise occupied kissing Adrian, like he doesn't want to forego the feeling of pressure on his mouth for even a second.]
I know what I want.
[Silently directing Star to draw back, his Stand's fingers slide free just long enough for Jotaro to wrap his arms securely around Adrian and roll them both, ending up on his back with Adrian on top of him.]
[As soon as he's empty, Adrian can't help but let out a terrible whine, dripping after Star's fingers slip out. Though he sees it's for good reason as soon as he finds himself on top of Jotaro.
This is better, he thinks. He was under them when it happened, it's fine, he'll be safe like this--]
Sometimes you say the sweetest things, Jojo.
[He leans down and presses his lips against Jotaro's, dragging his fangs over soft flesh.]
[His chin raises slightly, offering his mouth up for the kiss Adrian bends to give him, and he shivers when he feels the touch of his fangs. It's been a while since Adrian fed, or so he assumes — it occurs to him, belatedly, that he doesn't really know. Maybe he'd found some for the times when he was in isolation; Trevor had mentioned it would help with the healing. Maybe he didn't want to ask for it the usual way.
It doesn't matter, though. He's healthy, he ate earlier today. And his neck is always there for the taking, he reminds himself, if Adrian feels good enough to want a bite.]
C'mon, we gotta...gotta get, mm, get it off. Pants. In the way.
[He is articulate and coherent, and also he made a grave miscalculation hoisting Adrian on top of him when his dick is still trapped in his boxers and now he's sitting on him, maddening friction and heat.]
There's a small tremor in Adrian's body, but he does put his hands onto his sweatpants, slowly pushing them down. He knows that'll just show the lacerations, but he's been holding back enough from Jotaro, right? In so many respects. But he can't help but hide his face a little as he shoves them down, kicking them off to the side.]
I-- [Adrian's voice tightens, and softens into a whisper.] I can explain this.
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Jotaro has been wonderfully patient for him, hasn't he? Yet, still so loving, waiting for him, trying to be understanding. Adrian wants to do something in return to him.
Not a reward. Just. Something. Something to show that he does love him, does want to be with him, he's just... healing.
When the song is finished, Adrian nudges as close as he can, gently pulling Jotaro down for a kiss, slow and easy, his fangs brushing against his lips.]
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[It's reassuring to see Adrian taking the initiative, however slight it might be; he's been so careful all this time to keep from pushing him, avoid pressuring him, trying to give him space to feel in control. It's a relief that Adrian is the one who reaches for the kiss, and he gives it gladly, closing his eyes against the faint suggestion of his fangs and the sweetness of his mouth.]
Hey. How're you doing...?
[He brings a hand up to brush through Adrian's hair, tucking it tenderly behind his ear and lingering there to cup his face.]
What can I do. Run you a bath? Put you to bed? I'm here, whatever you need.
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Take me to bed. But-- come with me?
[Because he does want. That's never gone away.]
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[He draws back only enough to lift his guitar strap off his shoulder and set the instrument aside, but then he's leaning comfortably back into Adrian, tucking against his neck and rubbing his head softly against him. Sanguis, scenting his Iris, trying to pacify the heat and agitation he can smell all too easily.]
All right. C'mon, lilieci, I've got you.
[He draws Adrian into his arms, hooking one arm behind his back and the other beneath his knees, and lifts him with effortless grace to start carrying him toward the bedroom.]
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His slips his arms around Jotaro's neck, leaning up to brush his lips over Jotaro's cheek.]
I know you do.
[And he does feel safe in his arms, protected.
It'll be okay.]
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The bed is...a step in a positive direction, he thinks. Adrian has wanted to be in his coffin so often lately — but now he's asked for the bed, and for company.
He makes quick work of his clothes, stripping down until he's in just a shirt and his boxers, and lifts the covers on the other side of the bed enough that he can slide between them himself.]
How's that? Warm enough?
[He doesn't know if going to bed together just means holding him, or something more than that. He doesn't want to take the chance, however much Sanguis is snarling at him to calm his Iris's heat. He'll play it safe for now, watch Adrian for cues. Only what he's after, and no more.]
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No. It's fine. Jotaro will respect him. He knows that.]
Almost.
[Reaching up, he brushes his fingers and claws through Jotaro's hair.]
But I'm almost burning hot. I'm wet.
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[He slides closer, snuggling up close to Adrian, burying his face against his neck. He can't resist letting his tongue dart out for a slight lick; he can't keep himself from chasing it with a gentle nibble, only light enough to feel his teeth.]
Have I been a bad Sanguis? Neglecting my pretty bat...
[He keeps his voice light, teasing. Inviting Adrian to play along, to laugh.]
Shame on me...
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Terrible of you, really.
[It's so close. So close to normal for them. Their teasing, their banter. What was Adrian ever worried about? He feels almost ridiculous for it.]
So you'd best make it up to me.
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[He sucks an approving breath, rolling his shoulders back into the scrape of those claws. Lightly, he touches his fingers to Adrian's ribs before beginning to slide his hand down his side, letting him catch on to what he's doing before he does it.
When his hand finds his hip, it circles there a minute before sliding over to rest against his ass, squeezing lightly through his sweatpants.]
Think I better see how hot and wet you are. So I know how much making up I have to do.
[His hand slides again, fingertips dipping just beneath the elastic of the waistband of his sweatpants, but no further.]
Right?
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Iris or not, he's terribly missed Jotaro.
He squirms a bit, not concerned as the feels fingers smoothing down just a bit under his clothes.]
Mm. You'd better. [Adrian presses his forehead against Jotaro's.] Check what a mess you make me feel.
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[He can feel the heat in Adrian's skin from the way their foreheads are pressed together; it would be so easy to tilt his chin and catch his lips, but he doesn't, not yet. It's enough just to feel their breath mingling, enough just to enjoy how good it feels to be close to him again.
He's missed this. He's ached for it, but adamantly refused to push for it. Now, at last, it seems like Adrian's fears are loosening their grip, and he's so, so desperate to wash them all away completely.
His hand dips beneath his sweatpants properly now, easily sliding down to where Iris has him leaking. It would be cruel to tease, so he doesn't; one finger slides inside him smoothly, a glide made easy from the slick.]
Make you come from it. Wanna take care of you...
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[Adrian arches his back, spreading his legs out a bit as he feels the finger just slip right inside. It goes in so easily, and he whimpers as he presses against the penetration, quietly begging for it.]
Ha. You can't make me come from it unless you're a dragon again. Though... I wouldn't be against it, balaur.
[His lips brush against Jotaro's.]
Please. More.
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[It's hard to resist him, especially after what feels like so long. He's — tried, as hard as he could, not to let it get to him. Tried to put his own hunger aside, because none of this is about him. But there's no denying that it's stung to endure the distance between the two of them that, even now, he doesn't fully understand; to finally have this intimacy again is such a rush, such an addiction, that it's hard not to lose himself to it.
Adrian makes such cute noises. It's fun to wring them out of him, even while stifling them with kiss after kiss to his mouth. He tugs him closer, guiding him to hitch his leg up a little to allow for a better angle, and fingers him smoothly, deep but not rough.]
Wouldn't you?
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He whines, pressing his mouth against Jotaro's, as if that'll somehow muffle the sound. It barely works, really.]
Yes. [Even if it's senseless, no other answer feels right.] I would, for you.
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[He's breathless as he says it, almost reverent despite the obscenity. He wants to be close to him so much, and before long his hips are rocking up involuntarily, looking for friction that isn't quite yet there.
It's a little mean, maybe, to ask Adrian to focus on anything except the sensation he's experiencing at a time like this, in the middle of an Iris heat that he's been denying for days, but he can't help himself, murmuring between messy kisses.]
Can you — will you touch me? Wanna feel you, too...
[He's worked himself up to three fingers by now; that always goes fast during Iris, when Adrian's already so wet and ready on top of his usual vampire's resilience. Even then, it doesn't feel like he's doing enough, and it takes him a second before an idea starts to form.
He pumps his fingers a few times more, setting a solid rhythm, then draws his hand back and grasps Adrian by the ass instead, spreading him open so that Star's phantom fingers can take the place of his own, deeper and thicker and on a much better angle than he'd had himself.]
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[There'd been the brief, confused look on his face when Jotaro had pulled his fingers out and proceeded to open him up obscenely, but the sudden thickness of Star's fingers answers everything. He cries out, almost forgetting to do anything but cling to Jotaro and squirm down against Star's hand.
Right... he'd been asked to touch him too. Adrian shudders against him, dragging a hand down Jotaro's chest.]
Are you hard already?
[Which would have been a sultry thing to say if Adrian didn't have his faint blush on his face while speaking as if his breath had been stolen. Regardless, he is indeed reaching down, letting his palm brush between Jotaro's thighs to feel him properly.]
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[It's sort of nice, actually, letting Star do some of the work this time around. The last time they'd been intimate, he'd been a little possessive of Adrian's attention, and jealously wanted to keep him all to himself. But this time, he's expanding his horizons, and letting Star take over opening him up means all of a sudden he himself has another hand free to play with him.
Or, as the case may be, to grip his hip and gasp when he's finally rewarded with the brush of Adrian's hand, turned on as much by his teasing as he is by the feeling of it.]
I know it's Sanguis, it might be a lot to...take.
[He swallows hard, mouthing a wet kiss against his jawline.]
It's okay if you don't want to. Okay...?
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[There's a pause only so he can moan at Star's thick fingers pumping in and out of him, practically squelching against how much Adrian is dripping wet. It's an obscene noise, but it delights him so.
He shivers, cupping Jotaro, gently squeezing him and feeling his cock through his boxers.]
I know. But... I want to. [And he does, truly, want Jotaro. He always does, just especially now.]
I trust you.
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Brat.
[Hell, that feels good. Adrian's long fingers, those little claws, blunted just enough by the fabric of his boxers...oh, fuck, he's so glad to have this again. So glad to be close to him again.
He bucks his hips, groaning and feeling feverish, like he might just settle in and grind himself to a finish right there against Adrian's hand, if he's not careful.]
How do you want to be? On your back, like last time? Something different?
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Want you anywhere you want to be. Just... I want you.
[And he wants to forget what happened in Wallachia. Just bury himself into his moment and focused on that.]
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[His kisses are getting messier and messier now, lazy in the way he doesn't really care much about making them perfect, just so long as it means his lips are on Adrian's. A flush of arousal is rising in his neck and cheeks, his eyes alight with desire, and he's chewing his lip in the moments that he's not otherwise occupied kissing Adrian, like he doesn't want to forego the feeling of pressure on his mouth for even a second.]
I know what I want.
[Silently directing Star to draw back, his Stand's fingers slide free just long enough for Jotaro to wrap his arms securely around Adrian and roll them both, ending up on his back with Adrian on top of him.]
Like this. So all I can see is you.
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This is better, he thinks. He was under them when it happened, it's fine, he'll be safe like this--]
Sometimes you say the sweetest things, Jojo.
[He leans down and presses his lips against Jotaro's, dragging his fangs over soft flesh.]
This. This is good.
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[His chin raises slightly, offering his mouth up for the kiss Adrian bends to give him, and he shivers when he feels the touch of his fangs. It's been a while since Adrian fed, or so he assumes — it occurs to him, belatedly, that he doesn't really know. Maybe he'd found some for the times when he was in isolation; Trevor had mentioned it would help with the healing. Maybe he didn't want to ask for it the usual way.
It doesn't matter, though. He's healthy, he ate earlier today. And his neck is always there for the taking, he reminds himself, if Adrian feels good enough to want a bite.]
C'mon, we gotta...gotta get, mm, get it off. Pants. In the way.
[He is articulate and coherent, and also he made a grave miscalculation hoisting Adrian on top of him when his dick is still trapped in his boxers and now he's sitting on him, maddening friction and heat.]
Clothes are the worst.
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There's a small tremor in Adrian's body, but he does put his hands onto his sweatpants, slowly pushing them down. He knows that'll just show the lacerations, but he's been holding back enough from Jotaro, right? In so many respects. But he can't help but hide his face a little as he shoves them down, kicking them off to the side.]
I-- [Adrian's voice tightens, and softens into a whisper.] I can explain this.
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