[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.
[He knew about the wrists. And he knew, from speaking with Trevor, a vague idea of what it might have been, whatever it was that tore those burns into Adrian's skin. But none of that really prepared him for this, for seeing how far they extend beyond just his wrists — and how ugly of marks they still are, even after days.
Something coiled around him, he thinks with slow-simmering ire, while his eyes track over the curving marks and start to put together the pieces of the ugly puzzle they make. Something...something that wrapped around and around, like a snare, like a trap...
It's everything he can do not to bare his teeth. In that moment, the wolf in him is in complete agreement with his own opinion, and both of them are furious at the sight.
But that small part of him knows better. Knows, suddenly, why Adrian avoided him, just like he's hiding his face from him now. He's afraid of what he'll say. And that — that is the only thing, right now, that's keeping him on his leash.]
Who did this to you...?
[He doesn't expect an answer, really. He props himself up on one arm instead, bringing the other hand to rest tentatively over Adrian's hip, amid a patch of unbroken skin. Reassuring, or so he hopes.]
[There's a moment where he shudders, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to cry in this moment. It's such poor timing, this is terrible, they were... they were supposed to just have a nice time with each other. Just be intimate with someone he loves, someone who loves him, he's safe, why is he like this?
He quivers and reaches down for one of Jotaro's hands, desperate for him. It comes out like a broken dam before he can even think of stopping himself, holding back after so long.]
I was drawn back into Wallachia, somehow. I'm not sure how, but it seems to be a possibility with others. I was there for a month, and... there were two people that arrived. I--
I couldn't remember you or anyone else here. I'm sorry. I was lonely, and I thought I could be close to them, but they found some sort of trap from the Belmont hold and used it on me. They-- they started to be intimate with me to trick me and I had to--
[He can't finish. He covers his face with his other hand, trying to cover his misery and tears.]
Recognition slams down on him, his blood running cold as ice. There's so much about what Adrian describes, one gutpunch after another, that by the time his voice cracks, Jotaro's eyes are wide with the horror he can't shake.
He knew — he knew it must've been something bad, but —
The fucking moon gods sent him home and he didn't know. Adrian went back to the bitter loneliness he'd left behind when he first came here, and he didn't know. He couldn't remember anything about this. About being here. Someone took advantage of him. Someone took advantage of him.
They went in Trevor's fucking family hold and they found something to kill vampires and they tricked him, they seduced him, they took advantage of his terrible loneliness and his desperation to be accepted and they let that blind him, used it to make him let his guard down so that they could get away with binding him and —
It startles him, when he blinks and all of a sudden his own world has gone blurred. His eyes are hot. Wet. When did that happen?]
Oh, fuck, Adrian...
[He laces their fingers together, squeezes his hand tight. He doesn't even know if Adrian wants to be touched right now, for all that he wants so desperately to hold him.]
Hey...hey...
[Fuck, fuck, what the hell do you even say to something like this? Would someone good with words even know?]
Adrian, it wasn't your fault. None of it is your fault, you — you, hey, c'mon...
I killed them and I betrayed you without realizing it.
[And that hurts him too. That he'd forgotten Jotaro, that he carried on his misery without knowing there was someone for him after all. It wasn't just that he had been taken advantage of, that he'd been hurt, but on top of all of that he wasn't faithful and he hates that too.
Slowly, he crumples, pressing his forehead against Jotaro's shoulder.]
[Slowly, cautiously, he wraps his arms around Adrian as gently as he can, bringing him along in the cradle of his arms as he lies back down onto the mattress. Ironic, isn't it. He's gotten his wish in the worst possible way, wanting his world to be nothing but Adrian for a while.
He just wishes there weren't the tears. The sorrow. The anguish.]
Adrian...I won't even be born for half a century. You —
[Wait. Wait, that's not even the point at all, is it? He's grasping for the easy answers, subconsciously, because he's so afraid of fucking up the hard ones.]
...They hurt you. They were hurting you, you did what you had to.
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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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Something coiled around him, he thinks with slow-simmering ire, while his eyes track over the curving marks and start to put together the pieces of the ugly puzzle they make. Something...something that wrapped around and around, like a snare, like a trap...
It's everything he can do not to bare his teeth. In that moment, the wolf in him is in complete agreement with his own opinion, and both of them are furious at the sight.
But that small part of him knows better. Knows, suddenly, why Adrian avoided him, just like he's hiding his face from him now. He's afraid of what he'll say. And that — that is the only thing, right now, that's keeping him on his leash.]
Who did this to you...?
[He doesn't expect an answer, really. He props himself up on one arm instead, bringing the other hand to rest tentatively over Adrian's hip, amid a patch of unbroken skin. Reassuring, or so he hopes.]
Adrian...
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[There's a moment where he shudders, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to cry in this moment. It's such poor timing, this is terrible, they were... they were supposed to just have a nice time with each other. Just be intimate with someone he loves, someone who loves him, he's safe, why is he like this?
He quivers and reaches down for one of Jotaro's hands, desperate for him. It comes out like a broken dam before he can even think of stopping himself, holding back after so long.]
I was drawn back into Wallachia, somehow. I'm not sure how, but it seems to be a possibility with others. I was there for a month, and... there were two people that arrived. I--
I couldn't remember you or anyone else here. I'm sorry. I was lonely, and I thought I could be close to them, but they found some sort of trap from the Belmont hold and used it on me. They-- they started to be intimate with me to trick me and I had to--
[He can't finish. He covers his face with his other hand, trying to cover his misery and tears.]
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Recognition slams down on him, his blood running cold as ice. There's so much about what Adrian describes, one gutpunch after another, that by the time his voice cracks, Jotaro's eyes are wide with the horror he can't shake.
He knew — he knew it must've been something bad, but —
The fucking moon gods sent him home and he didn't know.
Adrian went back to the bitter loneliness he'd left behind when he first came here, and he didn't know.
He couldn't remember anything about this. About being here.
Someone took advantage of him.
Someone took advantage of him.
They went in Trevor's fucking family hold and they found something to kill vampires and they tricked him, they seduced him, they took advantage of his terrible loneliness and his desperation to be accepted and they let that blind him, used it to make him let his guard down so that they could get away with binding him and —
It startles him, when he blinks and all of a sudden his own world has gone blurred. His eyes are hot. Wet. When did that happen?]
Oh, fuck, Adrian...
[He laces their fingers together, squeezes his hand tight. He doesn't even know if Adrian wants to be touched right now, for all that he wants so desperately to hold him.]
Hey...hey...
[Fuck, fuck, what the hell do you even say to something like this? Would someone good with words even know?]
Adrian, it wasn't your fault. None of it is your fault, you — you, hey, c'mon...
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I killed them and I betrayed you without realizing it.
[And that hurts him too. That he'd forgotten Jotaro, that he carried on his misery without knowing there was someone for him after all. It wasn't just that he had been taken advantage of, that he'd been hurt, but on top of all of that he wasn't faithful and he hates that too.
Slowly, he crumples, pressing his forehead against Jotaro's shoulder.]
I'm sorry.
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[Slowly, cautiously, he wraps his arms around Adrian as gently as he can, bringing him along in the cradle of his arms as he lies back down onto the mattress. Ironic, isn't it. He's gotten his wish in the worst possible way, wanting his world to be nothing but Adrian for a while.
He just wishes there weren't the tears. The sorrow. The anguish.]
Adrian...I won't even be born for half a century. You —
[Wait. Wait, that's not even the point at all, is it? He's grasping for the easy answers, subconsciously, because he's so afraid of fucking up the hard ones.]
...They hurt you. They were hurting you, you did what you had to.
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