[What a nice sound that is, a key turning in the lock and he doesn't even have to get up and fuck with the door. If he were a wolf right now, his tail probably would've wagged and thumped at the sound of it, and he can't really decide if that would've been better or worse.
As it is, he's lying down on the couch when Adrian arrives, one leg dangling off the far armrest and the other foot on the carpeted floor, hat discarded for once so that it doesn't get caught between the pillow and his sleek curving horns.]
Hot.
[That's not a very Sanguis thing to say, which is probably intentional. It's also true, though; his scales are warm to the touch instead of cool, scattered across his skin.]
[He shuts the door behind him before he's approaching, bag left by the couch before he's settling onto the couch by Jotaro, reaching out to touch the scales on his skin.]
Mm. Very hot.
I could just nap on you, really. [Adrian chuckles, leaning in to steal a light kiss.]
[Exothermic, his science brain automatically supplies, except that then he's busy being kissed and correcting himself doesn't seem all that important anymore.]
Here I thought I was the one who'd be getting spoiled today, but maybe I was wrong.
Half-vampire, half-lizard, huh. That's some combination.
[SAYS THE GUY WHO IS AN ACTUAL PART DRAGON RIGHT NOW but that's not the point, the point is that something inside him jumped and sparked like a firework when the words leash you fell from Adrian's lips, and suddenly he's very, very interested in seeing where this might go.
His tail even thumps a little, even though he's not canine in the slightest right now.]
[The tail thumping easily gets his attention, and he smiles sharp enough to show his fangs. Leaning in, he lightly nips at Jotaro's throat before turning away to grab the bag, reaching inside.]
Perhaps. But there are times that I think you could stand to learn how to behave when I want you to.
[There's a pause, then a considerate look at Jotaro.]
...It's all right if I put it on you. Yes? [As if everything that's happened, he desperately is in need of his affirmation and consent.]
[There really is nothing in the world quite like the sight of Adrian's fangs, when it comes to things that can get him going at the drop of a hat. He lets out a soft groan, lifting his chin to make his throat easier to get to, and grumbles audibly when all the reward he gets for his trouble is a nip.
The truth is...there's something about the prospect of this game that's just thrilling. Not just the chance to act out, but the idea of Adrian feeling comfortable enough to put him in his place. What a change it would be, from the Adrian who was so terrified even to say the words I want, who wouldn't ask for anything except what he was given and nothing more.
He wants to see it. He wants to see Adrian take for a change. And he wants to see what that means for him, to fight and lose and...
And nothing bad happens, even though he lost.
Without even realizing it, there are goosebumps standing up on the parts of his body that are still skin instead of scale, and he licks his lips when Adrian turns back to look at him, his breath catching in his throat.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's all right.
[He bites his lip again.]
If I hate it, we can stop, yeah? We can just...stop.
...If Star comes out? Then I won't even have to think about it. He'll just know. And...it'd be cheating, anyway, to use him, so.
[That should work, shouldn't it? It's just like protecting him, sort of, and that's what Star does best. And if he doesn't need protection, then Star has no reason to come out. So it should be fine, shouldn't it?]
[At first, he just blurts the words out, half-breathless and a little flustered. His scales warm again, as a touch of embarrassment washes over him — but then, almost tentatively, he discards bashfulness for something more sulky, letting his expression settle into a broody pout that almost manages to achieve petulance.]
I shouldn't have to share you. You're mine.
[It comes so easily, he finds, with the dragon's influence guiding him, and he manages a slight nod and a breathy ready without quite losing the act.]
[The admission makes him quiet for a moment, then he traces his palm over the warm scales. Delightful, actually.
Adrian smiles at him, sharp and more confident, especially now that he's been given permission.]
Maybe so. But, you... you're also mine.
[Out from the bag is a wide leather collar, gently lined on the inside with microfiber cloth to help keep it from biting into tender flesh. Without asking for permission further, he's slipping it around Jotaro's throat, tugging it closed, but not tight enough to keep him from breathing.]
[It occurs to him, as that wide weighty collar emerges from the bag in the grasp of Adrian's clever fingers, that there was no way Adrian could have known that he would be a dragon this Sanguis. He had no way of knowing they would even be doing this during Sanguis. It's just a coincidence that both of those things are true now, which means —
Which means he was thinking of a human neck when he bought it. A slender human neck, a soft bared throat — that was what he envisioned this thick heavy circlet of leather wrapping around, when he bought it. He didn't buy this collar for a dragon or for a wolf. He bought it for a human.
It makes him shiver, in a way that has nothing to do with heat or cold. This beast of a collar, he wanted to see his human wearing it.
He lets out a shuddery breath, swallowing to feel the pressure of his throat against the microfiber. It scares him a little, only — only, in a way he's never been scared before. As though when Adrian clips a leash to this collar and pulls, it's going to drag something out of him that he's never felt before.]
Why this one?
[He raises his chin and lowers it reflexively, still testing the new sensation of having such a wide band of leather below his chin, around his neck.]
[Adrian slowly sinks his knees onto the couch, one next to Jotaro's hip and the other between his legs. He smiles down at him, tracing his fingers over how the collar rests against his throat.]
When I thought about it, I wanted something decorative. Hard, but beautiful. A bit like you.
[And...he likes that, he decides after a touch of glassy-eyed reflection, caught up in the juxtaposition of being able to see Adrian's fingers moving across the leather but unable to feel a bit of it through the width and material of the collar. He likes that it's heavy. It makes it impossible to forget it's there. Impossible to forget who put it there.]
You couldn't yank me around on something made of lace, anyway. Isn't that what this is for?
[He raises his chin again, then lowers it, unaware of how it makes him look just a touch more animal by comparison, like a horse testing its bit.]
Can't bite me through it, either. Isn't that just kind of like punishing yourself?
[No, it's not. It's absolutely a downside for him, the prospect of being cut off from Adrian's teeth. And — fuck, the thought of having to earn the privilege, that's kind of hot, too.]
Only if you decide not to behave yourself, balaur.
[It's delightful watching Jotaro test it out, see how strong it is. How strong his Jotaro is, even. He strokes his hands down Jotaro's cheeks, down to his neck where the collar rests, and then settles his hand onto his chest, sitting down finally onto his leg.]
I could tear it off with my teeth. Bite you elsewhere.
But I think you want me to bite you there. Where everyone can see who you belong to.
Don't worry. We'll get there. But we should work on your obedience, shouldn't we?
[And then finally, finally he does clip on a lead to the collar, perfectly black with decorative studs running down the length of it. Adrian winds the leash around his hand, and he gazes down at Jotaro, smiling, letting his fangs show.]
[Already, he can feel his breath catching, his heart rate skipping a beat as it starts to speed up. He's always been wired a little differently when it comes to Sanguis; in him, that quality of possessiveness swings both ways. As much as he wants to possess when the red moon is in the sky, there's something deeper in him that wants to be claimed just as much.
And hell, nobody does claiming like Adrian, bearing his weight down onto him, stealing his heat, touching his face. He's barely even done anything and already Jotaro feels overheated, his heartbeat drumming in his chest.]
Oh.
[He hears the click of the lead clipping on, watches the length of it wrap over and over around Adrian's palm. He's not pulling on it, but the implication is there, the faintest hint of tension tugging the collar just a sliver away from his skin.
[Without even putting his ear to Jotaro's chest, he can hear his heartbeat going, pounding in his chest. It's a beautiful sound, one he's never tired of. His enthusiasm, how alive he is.
Adrian pulls very slightly on the leash, leaning in and brushing his lips barely against Jotaro's mouth.]
And parade you around the city? Ah, perhaps. And they'd know your rightful place.
But I want to keep you to myself more. Only I deserve to see you this way.
[Sliding off of the couch, he gestures for Jotaro.] Kneel, balaur.
[The idea of people, just generally people, looking at him like this doesn't altogether bother him, he finds. He's never been one to put a lot of stock in what people think of him; people can fuck off with their opinions and keep them to themselves.
But then he starts thinking about specific people. Not just nameless faces, but ones he knows. What if Avdol saw him walking around like this, leashed up like a dog? What if Jill saw it? What about that girl, Constance? What if Trevor Belmont saw him paraded around like Adrian's pet?
What if Jolyne saw him? What then?
His face goes hot in an instant, burning beneath his skin, and he tries to take stock of the tempest of emotions those thoughts have stirred up in him. People, general, he doesn't seem to mind so much. It's when it turns to specifics, to recognizable faces, that his stomach starts to twist.
Adrian's not going to do something he doesn't want, he reminds himself, but he's the only one who has any idea of what he does and doesn't want right now, and even then, he's still learning as he goes.
Okay, so. The collar, he likes. The leash is a little humiliating, but the kind of humiliating that makes him shiver. The thought of people, generally, seeing him is...squirming, but not quite bad. The idea of people, specific people, seeing him is nauseating.
So. Okay. Okay...what comes next, then?
Next, he decides after a moment, he wants to see what happens when he pushes back. What will Adrian do if he forces his hand? He wants to play this game and lose, doesn't he? Then he's got to do something to lose at, to begin with.
So he draws a slow breath, and he does get up off the couch, but he stands and doesn't kneel, and looks Adrian in the eyes.]
Make me.
[It's a challenge on its face, but underneath it's an invitation. Permission. He hopes Adrian will recognize it for both.]
[There's a curious look on Adrian's face, his brow arching as he looks at Jotaro. He recognizes this for what it is, but he still has to consider it for a moment before he himself feels ready.
Jotaro likes his strength. Loves all of him, vampire and human. That... that is something he must remember. He doesn't need to hold back as much.
So quickly, his leg comes out, hooking behind Jotaro's knee and aiming to throw him off balance. In addition, his hand comes up to Jotaro's shoulder to shove him down to his knees.]
Like this, balaur.
Now. Stand up, and try again. We'll do this until you get it right.
[Oh, god. Oh, hell. Oh, fuck. It's not even the first time in their acquaintance that Adrian has done that particular move, sending him sprawling by sweeping his legs out from under him, but that doesn't mean he's any more ready for it now than he was then.
With a grunt, he's on his knees, Adrian's hand firm on his shoulder and tension added to the leash from the movement. Adrian is so strong, and deceptively so; with how lithe and statuesque he is, it's easy to forget the supernatural power within him, how easy it is for him to even push someone as big as him around.
If he fought Adrian, he would lose. And nothing bad would happen to him.
Unexpectedly, a ragged laugh escapes him, and he pushes himself slowly back up to his feet, squaring his shoulders and widening his stance just a fraction, to better keep himself upright.]
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you got them already??
i don't know why i thought...it would take longer
but i guess i should've known better
you're not the type to fuck around
show me
i was looking at some today too
and some uh
other stuff
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and got ahead of myself maybe
Other stuff?
Well
You can tell me in a minute
I'd like to come over.
I know I have a key but I wanted to check with you
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i'm home and y'know
a dragon
c'mon over
if you're good i'll let you lie down on my heater belly
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I'll just help myself inside, then.
[And he does, with the key he'd been given. Adrian doesn't keep Jotaro waiting long, and he arrives with a small tote bag in hand.]
How is my poor dragon?
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As it is, he's lying down on the couch when Adrian arrives, one leg dangling off the far armrest and the other foot on the carpeted floor, hat discarded for once so that it doesn't get caught between the pillow and his sleek curving horns.]
Hot.
[That's not a very Sanguis thing to say, which is probably intentional. It's also true, though; his scales are warm to the touch instead of cool, scattered across his skin.]
Better now that you're here.
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[He shuts the door behind him before he's approaching, bag left by the couch before he's settling onto the couch by Jotaro, reaching out to touch the scales on his skin.]
Mm. Very hot.
I could just nap on you, really. [Adrian chuckles, leaning in to steal a light kiss.]
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[Exothermic, his science brain automatically supplies, except that then he's busy being kissed and correcting himself doesn't seem all that important anymore.]
Here I thought I was the one who'd be getting spoiled today, but maybe I was wrong.
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[He strokes a hand down Jotaro's cheek.]
Maybe I should leash you now. You're already mouthing off.
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[SAYS THE GUY WHO IS AN ACTUAL PART DRAGON RIGHT NOW but that's not the point, the point is that something inside him jumped and sparked like a firework when the words leash you fell from Adrian's lips, and suddenly he's very, very interested in seeing where this might go.
His tail even thumps a little, even though he's not canine in the slightest right now.]
Anyway, I thought you liked my smart mouth.
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Perhaps. But there are times that I think you could stand to learn how to behave when I want you to.
[There's a pause, then a considerate look at Jotaro.]
...It's all right if I put it on you. Yes? [As if everything that's happened, he desperately is in need of his affirmation and consent.]
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The truth is...there's something about the prospect of this game that's just thrilling. Not just the chance to act out, but the idea of Adrian feeling comfortable enough to put him in his place. What a change it would be, from the Adrian who was so terrified even to say the words I want, who wouldn't ask for anything except what he was given and nothing more.
He wants to see it. He wants to see Adrian take for a change. And he wants to see what that means for him, to fight and lose and...
And nothing bad happens, even though he lost.
Without even realizing it, there are goosebumps standing up on the parts of his body that are still skin instead of scale, and he licks his lips when Adrian turns back to look at him, his breath catching in his throat.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's all right.
[He bites his lip again.]
If I hate it, we can stop, yeah? We can just...stop.
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[He presses a delicate kiss to Jotaro's cheek, then to his lips, achingly gentle.]
You just have to tell me. All right? Or... give me a signal of some kind.
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[That should work, shouldn't it? It's just like protecting him, sort of, and that's what Star does best. And if he doesn't need protection, then Star has no reason to come out. So it should be fine, shouldn't it?]
How about that. If you don't see Star, I'm okay.
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[Lightly, he rubs his forehead against Jotaro's.]
Tell me when you're ready and we can continue.
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[At first, he just blurts the words out, half-breathless and a little flustered. His scales warm again, as a touch of embarrassment washes over him — but then, almost tentatively, he discards bashfulness for something more sulky, letting his expression settle into a broody pout that almost manages to achieve petulance.]
I shouldn't have to share you. You're mine.
[It comes so easily, he finds, with the dragon's influence guiding him, and he manages a slight nod and a breathy ready without quite losing the act.]
You should be paying attention to me.
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Adrian smiles at him, sharp and more confident, especially now that he's been given permission.]
Maybe so. But, you... you're also mine.
[Out from the bag is a wide leather collar, gently lined on the inside with microfiber cloth to help keep it from biting into tender flesh. Without asking for permission further, he's slipping it around Jotaro's throat, tugging it closed, but not tight enough to keep him from breathing.]
Mm. It looks good on you.
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Which means he was thinking of a human neck when he bought it. A slender human neck, a soft bared throat — that was what he envisioned this thick heavy circlet of leather wrapping around, when he bought it. He didn't buy this collar for a dragon or for a wolf. He bought it for a human.
It makes him shiver, in a way that has nothing to do with heat or cold. This beast of a collar, he wanted to see his human wearing it.
He lets out a shuddery breath, swallowing to feel the pressure of his throat against the microfiber. It scares him a little, only — only, in a way he's never been scared before. As though when Adrian clips a leash to this collar and pulls, it's going to drag something out of him that he's never felt before.]
Why this one?
[He raises his chin and lowers it reflexively, still testing the new sensation of having such a wide band of leather below his chin, around his neck.]
I would've thought you'd pick something more...
[Hmm. What's the word a troublemaker would use?]
...frilly.
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[Adrian slowly sinks his knees onto the couch, one next to Jotaro's hip and the other between his legs. He smiles down at him, tracing his fingers over how the collar rests against his throat.]
When I thought about it, I wanted something decorative. Hard, but beautiful. A bit like you.
But I could always get you something with lace.
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[And...he likes that, he decides after a touch of glassy-eyed reflection, caught up in the juxtaposition of being able to see Adrian's fingers moving across the leather but unable to feel a bit of it through the width and material of the collar. He likes that it's heavy. It makes it impossible to forget it's there. Impossible to forget who put it there.]
You couldn't yank me around on something made of lace, anyway. Isn't that what this is for?
[He raises his chin again, then lowers it, unaware of how it makes him look just a touch more animal by comparison, like a horse testing its bit.]
Can't bite me through it, either. Isn't that just kind of like punishing yourself?
[No, it's not. It's absolutely a downside for him, the prospect of being cut off from Adrian's teeth. And — fuck, the thought of having to earn the privilege, that's kind of hot, too.]
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[It's delightful watching Jotaro test it out, see how strong it is. How strong his Jotaro is, even. He strokes his hands down Jotaro's cheeks, down to his neck where the collar rests, and then settles his hand onto his chest, sitting down finally onto his leg.]
I could tear it off with my teeth. Bite you elsewhere.
But I think you want me to bite you there. Where everyone can see who you belong to.
Don't worry. We'll get there. But we should work on your obedience, shouldn't we?
[And then finally, finally he does clip on a lead to the collar, perfectly black with decorative studs running down the length of it. Adrian winds the leash around his hand, and he gazes down at Jotaro, smiling, letting his fangs show.]
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And hell, nobody does claiming like Adrian, bearing his weight down onto him, stealing his heat, touching his face. He's barely even done anything and already Jotaro feels overheated, his heartbeat drumming in his chest.]
Oh.
[He hears the click of the lead clipping on, watches the length of it wrap over and over around Adrian's palm. He's not pulling on it, but the implication is there, the faintest hint of tension tugging the collar just a sliver away from his skin.
He swallows, hard this time.]
What're you gonna do, take me for a walk?
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Adrian pulls very slightly on the leash, leaning in and brushing his lips barely against Jotaro's mouth.]
And parade you around the city? Ah, perhaps. And they'd know your rightful place.
But I want to keep you to myself more. Only I deserve to see you this way.
[Sliding off of the couch, he gestures for Jotaro.] Kneel, balaur.
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But then he starts thinking about specific people. Not just nameless faces, but ones he knows. What if Avdol saw him walking around like this, leashed up like a dog? What if Jill saw it? What about that girl, Constance? What if Trevor Belmont saw him paraded around like Adrian's pet?
What if Jolyne saw him? What then?
His face goes hot in an instant, burning beneath his skin, and he tries to take stock of the tempest of emotions those thoughts have stirred up in him. People, general, he doesn't seem to mind so much. It's when it turns to specifics, to recognizable faces, that his stomach starts to twist.
Adrian's not going to do something he doesn't want, he reminds himself, but he's the only one who has any idea of what he does and doesn't want right now, and even then, he's still learning as he goes.
Okay, so. The collar, he likes. The leash is a little humiliating, but the kind of humiliating that makes him shiver. The thought of people, generally, seeing him is...squirming, but not quite bad. The idea of people, specific people, seeing him is nauseating.
So. Okay. Okay...what comes next, then?
Next, he decides after a moment, he wants to see what happens when he pushes back. What will Adrian do if he forces his hand? He wants to play this game and lose, doesn't he? Then he's got to do something to lose at, to begin with.
So he draws a slow breath, and he does get up off the couch, but he stands and doesn't kneel, and looks Adrian in the eyes.]
Make me.
[It's a challenge on its face, but underneath it's an invitation. Permission. He hopes Adrian will recognize it for both.]
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Jotaro likes his strength. Loves all of him, vampire and human. That... that is something he must remember. He doesn't need to hold back as much.
So quickly, his leg comes out, hooking behind Jotaro's knee and aiming to throw him off balance. In addition, his hand comes up to Jotaro's shoulder to shove him down to his knees.]
Like this, balaur.
Now. Stand up, and try again. We'll do this until you get it right.
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With a grunt, he's on his knees, Adrian's hand firm on his shoulder and tension added to the leash from the movement. Adrian is so strong, and deceptively so; with how lithe and statuesque he is, it's easy to forget the supernatural power within him, how easy it is for him to even push someone as big as him around.
If he fought Adrian, he would lose. And nothing bad would happen to him.
Unexpectedly, a ragged laugh escapes him, and he pushes himself slowly back up to his feet, squaring his shoulders and widening his stance just a fraction, to better keep himself upright.]
Sorry. I think I missed that.
[His heart is racing, and it feels good.]
You might have to show me again.
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