[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.]
[Adrian watches him, then lets out an amused huff, shaking his head.]
Evidently, you're a slow learner.
Fine, then.
[Suddenly, he's pulling on the leash. Not hard enough to do any damage to Jotaro, but strong enough that it cannot be denied as he pulls him down toward the floor. Once Jotaro is forced to his hands and knees, Adrian shoves his foot down against his spine, pinning him there.]
Tell me when you feel like you've gotten the lesson. I can wait.
[For the second time, he hits the ground; this time, he's knocked forward onto his hands as well as his knees, and Adrian's leg comes up to hold him there for good measure.
The grit of the carpet against his palms feels surreal. It's like he's suddenly hyperaware of his whole body, all the little sensations he doesn't usually register. There's pressure on his throat. There's a weight on his spine. He couldn't get up if he tried.
Does he like this? He doesn't altogether know. Maybe that's why he has to keep going, to find out.]
Feels like I'm a footrest.
[He turns his head a little, closing his eyes and feeling the resistance as the movement makes the collar tug. Adrian's, he thinks, and that alone makes him shiver again.]
Maybe that's all you would be good for at this rate. Broken, until I can prop my feet up on you.
[It's... so very silly, but the little dog noise makes him shiver a little. For all of the strength and power he has over Jotaro, it isn't Adrian in control, he thinks idly. It's Jotaro, it will always be Jotaro. He knows he would do anything for him.
And right now, he wants Adrian to be strong. So he will.]
Get up. [Adrian slides his foot off.] And try again.
[Broken. There's something about the word that sticks in his mind, circling around and around as the weight pinning him to the ground lifts off, and the expectation of his obedience hangs in the air between them. Broken, when something is broken it's useless — and no, no, he doesn't like that, that's not good, that's digging up something inside him that he doesn't want to let out.
Broken things are damaged. He feels that way sometimes, still. Like he's only fooling himself with the little life he's made here, the motions he's going through. Like Trevor said, when you follow the rules it just works. He feels like that, still sometimes waking up at night and staring at the ceiling waiting for it to fall on him. Falling off his motorcycle because he lost himself for a second.
He gets his legs under him, and starts to stand up.
But sometimes broken things are just...tamed. Something wild, something reckless, brought back into alignment. Breaking a horse so it won't throw a rider. Breaking down walls.
(Is broken. Feels broken. Wants to be broken.)
When he stands, he lifts his chin and looks at Adrian, searching his expression for the answer to a question he can't even quantify. Making sure you know how strong I am, he'd said when they'd first talked about this, and as he looks at him he thinks of how it feels to be Sanguis, how it must feel to be a vampire and love something so much that it makes even Sanguis's possessiveness feel like a drop in the ocean, and he thinks of how it feels when Adrian wraps his arms around him, when he nips and bites and soothes in his ear I have you, I'll take care of you, let me worry about you.
It's a heavy collar, around his neck. Too heavy to ignore. Too heavy to forget that it's Adrian at the other end of his leash, keeping him safer than he's ever been.
Broken. Not yet — but something inside him fractures, a hairline crack beginning to spread through something buried deep and locked away.
He doesn't know yet if he likes this. But maybe he needs it.]
...Adrian.
[He holds his breath, and closes his eyes. Like when he was blind, and there was only Adrian, and he felt safe. He doesn't need to see. Why should he? Adrian is here, right there at the other end of his leash.
Slowly, slowly, he sinks down onto his knees, and then forward onto his hands, until he can feel the scrape of the carpet along his palms once again.]
[For a fleeting moment, he wonders if it's too much. He's ready to stop everything at a moment's notice, but Star never reveals himself. So, even when hearing his name, he assumes that everything is fine so far.
He has to trust that Jotaro knows is limits.]
Good.
[When he sees Jotaro go to his hands and knees, Adrian is crouching at his side. A hand strokes through Jotaro's hair, adoring the thick curls. His lips brush over his temple, down his cheek.]
Very good. Just like that, balaur. I knew you could do it.
[He guides his face up so that Adrian can press for a proper kiss. It's open-mouthed, loving, but he's careful with his fangs. He wants to praise Jotaro, but not give him everything just yet.
Let him hope for more.]
We're going to walk to the bedroom now. And you will be down there at your proper place. Understood?
[Ah. There it is, he discovers with a slow shudder, keeping his eyes closed so that every sensation stays a surprise. There's the missing piece, the part that answers that nagging question he keeps asking himself: do I like this?
There's the keystone that makes it fall into place. When he does what he's told, he gets rewarded. It goes both ways; it's not just compliance out of avoidance. It's about breaking down that impulse to resist, and maybe there are some things he resists that could use a little breaking.
The hand in his hair feels good, feels reassuring. The kisses do, too, and he keeps his eyes closed to better experience them through touch alone, letting his world and his thoughts narrow down, for the moment, to just Adrian.
That. Yeah, he likes that.]
...Okay.
[If he thinks too hard about what he's being asked to do — Adrian says walk, but only one of them is going to be walking, he knows that full well, he's being told to crawl — it'll make him edgy. Maybe he'll feel stupid or embarrassed. Maybe his stomach will twist.
But if he doesn't think, then there's room to focus on what comes after. When he does what's asked of him, he gets a reward. That's easier. That's much, much better.
So he puts his head down, and he keeps his eyes shut, and he waits for the tug of the leash at his throat.]
[One last kiss goes to Jotaro's brow, and he's standing up. The grip of the leash in his hand remains tight, but he stops being rough for the moment. Instead, he tugs gently, indicating that he wants to go now.
And he can't help but watch. It isn't how obedient Jotaro is, it's the careful and terribly delicate balance of power there is here. Vampires would love to lord over their pets, purely out of the power dynamic and little else. But he loves Jotaro, truly loves him, and wants to show him that strength he desires.
[Adrian never told him to keep his eyes closed, at least not yet. That's something he's doing on his own, testing how it feels. And as he does, he discovers with some surprise that he actually feels less awkward doing it, and wonders why.
It doesn't take him long to figure out. Stripping away his sight takes away his easiest immediate gauge of the reality of the things he's doing, limiting the most informative of his senses. It pushes him back further into his own head, and if he wants to know things about his surroundings, then he has to focus more intently on them to work it out; he can't just look. And it means he has to trust more. He's more dependent, without his eyes. He couldn't possibly hope to keep up with what he's being asked to do without entrusting some part of himself to Adrian along the way.
Case in point: he's walked the path to his bedroom a thousand times before now, but doing it on all fours with his eyes closed is suddenly daunting. He starts to lag a little, not out of reluctance but to put a touch more tension onto the leash, so that he can better feel where it's guiding him as he goes.
And the fact that their travel becomes a puzzle to solve means that he's so preoccupied with doing it right, he forgets all about the notion of feeling stupid or silly. He doesn't have the ability to focus on something like that, not when he's busy with making sure he doesn't walk headfirst into a wall or miss a turn and choke himself on the leash.
He goes slow, but soon enough the warmth in the air changes — that's right, his bedroom is always a little warmer than the rest of the apartment, it's just insulated better — and he crawls along the carpet until he feels the lead go slack and his shoulder lightly bump against the side of the mattress.
Kneel, Adrian said. Kneel means upright, no hands. So he shuffles, and he tries to orient himself in alignment with where he thinks the mattress is, and then he gets up on his knees and sits back onto his heels, head lowered and heart pounding and waiting.]
[Would it be cruel to command Jotaro to open his eyes? Perhaps, and he decides to leave it be, instead watch him as he gently guides him to the bedroom. As soon as he kneels obediently, Adrian is crouching down to cup his face and kiss his face tenderly.]
Good. [Another kiss to his cheek.] Good job, Jojo. Good boy.
[Fingers find his hair again, petting him, stroking through those lovely thick locks. He adores how it is, thick and curling at the ends.]
[It's simple, it's just so simple. He does as he's told and then he gets to feel like this, fingers carding through his hair and soft kisses against his face. He doesn't have to worry about anything, there's no schedules and no demands and no peril. He can just keep his eyes closed, and kneel, and breathe.
Which is why it takes him a minute to rouse enough to realize that Adrian asked him a question, and not just an easy question, but one he actually has to think about. It makes him grumble softly, his eyes finally sliding halfway open to tease a glimpse of the green irises behind them as he's pulled back up to the surface long enough to think.]
S'nice. Like...after we went in those pods. When you took care of me.
[When I let you take care of me, he means to say, but doesn't exactly realize that he'd left words out in the process. A moment or two later, he's a little more coherent still.]
I want you to show me what you would've done if I hadn't listened. I just...want to see what it would have been. Can we do that? That's what I want.
It was my pleasure to be there for you. And it always will be.
[Adrian's voice is warm and loving, his eyes full of absolute adoration as he looks at Jotaro. Slowly, he rolls his thumbs over Jotaro's cheeks, considering his request.]
Yes. We can do that.
Just let me know when you're ready. I won't do anything to hurt you, but I will use my strength.
[He swallows back a lump in his throat, feeling the collar press against his neck as he does. No one has ever looked at him the way that Adrian looks at him, so utterly rapt with love and fascination. He didn't know it was possible to be loved so much, but here it is, right before his eyes — more adoration than any human heart could hope to hold.
He nods slowly, tipping his head into the touch, and lets out a long slow breath that takes with it any remaining tension that might have been left in his shoulders.]
Show me. I'm ready.
[He nods again, a little more deliberately this time.]
[One last tender kiss goes to Jotaro's forehead. He gives him a moment to bask in that kindness before Adrian is inhaling air slowly, then exhaling, as if he himself were a dragon. As if he weighed nothing, Adrian picks up and hauls Jotaro onto the bed, forcing him onto his back. Adrian crawls over him, shoving his hands back, pinning him down.]
I expect an apology out of you.
[Slowly, he drags his hips over Jotaro's, but gives nothing else. Instead, he keeps using his strength to pin him. Adrian's hair spills over his shoulders like liquid gold as leans over Jotaro.]
[...All right, so maybe he lied; there's no such thing as being ready for the way Adrian snatches him up like he's a ragdoll and presses him down into the mattress. Despite himself, a strangled noise escapes his collared throat as his arms are pinned, as weight bears down on him to hold him there. Of course he struggles, testing the power of Adrian's hold, and of course it does absolutely nothing.
Obeying had surprised him, with how good it had felt to empty his mind and put himself wholly in Adrian's hands. This is, to some degree, just another facet of the same sensation — the freedom to struggle and fight and accept that he's always going to lose in the end.
And he does. He twists and he squirms, and when their hips rub together he gasps for a breath that isn't nearly enough, and it does nothing. He could thrash and fight all he wants, and none of it would mean anything.
And, he recognizes deep in the back of his mind, with one word, he could stop it. This, he's never without the power to stop. He could call Star, and Adrian would stop. Pinned, trapped, trembling, caught — he's still the one holding the reins.]
'Cause I'm not sorry.
[He bucks his hips, squirming, like he's trying to unbalance Adrian and throw him off, while knowing full well how irrelevant a protest it will prove to be.]
What do you want me to do, lick your boots? For— aah! — f-forget it...
[Even with Jotaro's impressive strength as a man, it is nothing in comparison to a vampire, especially Adrian. He is unmoved, steady as stone as he keeps Jotaro where he is. He stares down at him, arching a brow before he keeps shifting his hips.
It's easier to keep himself in control when it's not Iris. Perhaps it's a bit cruel to Jotaro right now, still Sanguis, still affected, but it's not as if he's whining and needy like when Adrian is affected.]
I want you to beg.
But perhaps... perhaps this isn't enough.
[Both of Jotaro's wrists become trapped under one hand from Adrian as the dhampir shifts his position and weight. He settles himself down so that his ass is just sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting his groin press at the crease of Adrian's pants. But he doesn't move his hips anymore. Instead, he's using his free hand to roam up Jotaro's torso, up to his chest. Idly, like an afterthought, he brushes the pad of his thumb over a nipple, carefully watching Jotaro's reaction.]
[Oh, he thinks with dizzy thoughts and glassy eyes. This is what Adrian's like when he's mean.
If he were more in possession of his senses, more his usual self, he might reflect on whether this isn't good for Adrian on some level, after everything he'd gone through back in Wallachia. Maybe it's good for him to be on top, pinning someone else down. Maybe it's good for him to indulge his possessiveness and let himself be a little more vampire than usual.
Sadly, those are all things that will have to wait for later, because right now the only thing he can think about is how he's absolutely, indisputably going to die on account of this bastard of a dhampir of his.
It feels so...bared, having his arms stretched over his head and his body pinned down at the hips, spread out like a feast for Adrian's eyes and fingers. That in itself would have been torture enough, but then Adrian shifts in just the right way to let his ass fit up against him, tempting friction he can't move enough to claim.
All of a sudden, he's trying to struggle with a completely different goal in mind, and he's just as prevented from achieving relief as he's been from reclaiming freedom. Maybe that's why it's no surprise that he goes off like a livewire when Adrian runs his thumb over his chest, sending a shot of sensitivity straight through him to his hardening dick.]
Fuck...
[His voice comes out tight, stretched-thin into an aching whimper without even a hint of violence behind it, and he squeezes his eyes shut, thrashing uselessly as he tries to chase after the feeling and fails.]
[Like an afterthought, he grinds his ass down against Jotaro's hardening cock, but makes no effort to relieve him of anything. Instead, with his hand, he continues to tease, taking the nipple between his fingers and pinching, giving it a firm tug before he's dragging his nails down Jotaro's stomach.]
Perhaps tying you down and letting me have my way with you would teach you something. Stubborn as you are.
[But he almost feels... nervous at the thought. He wouldn't mind tying Jotaro to the bed, but would he mind? Would he find that threatening?]
[His mouth falls open, whining noises spilling from his lips as Adrian keeps working over his chest. His skin reddens beneath Adrian's fingers, his poor tormented nipple standing up hard from the rough treatment, sore ridges rising faintly beneath the drag of his nails. It's — it's a different way of mixing pain and pleasure together, he realizes distantly, not unlike the hurt of being bitten mixed with the delight of feeling Adrian drink from him. He wonders vaguely if it makes him some kind of freak, to be so hung up on the way the two mix together with each other.
And it's strange. If he'd been asked outside of a moment like this what he'd think about the idea of adding pain to sex, he probably would've cringed and backed away from the idea altogether. He probably would've said something about how he's tired of being hurt, he doesn't want that mixed in with something that's supposed to feel good.
Except — that it does feel good. At least, the way that Adrian does it feels good. Maybe it has more to do with Adrian than anything else.]
Well. [He swallows hard, feeling the words slur a little as they leave his mouth, fuck, focus.] Soon's I get free, you're gonna be the one who's begging sorry, so...
[His head falls a little to one side, brow beaded with sweat and his curls sticking to his forehead.]
'f you're afraid'f me getting loose, I don't blame you.
[There's nothing more beautiful to him right now than the way Jotaro is looking flushed and sweating, his hair sticking to his brow. He loves how he looks, almost out of breath and struggling to fight back. It's... cute.
Adrian leans down, his lips brushing against Jotaro's, but not quite kissing him. Not yet.]
Oh, I'm not afraid of you getting loose. Don't worry.
[Taking the leash, he winds it around Jotaro's wrists before tying it to the headboard, keeping his arms up and forced together. There's a pause, a soft look in Adrian's eyes, as if to say please tell me if it's too much. He has to remember that Jotaro can escape if he so chooses, Star can help him. Jotaro is stronger than most humans, after all.
All right then. So.
Adrian shoves his shirt up, then slowly starts to drag his fangs down his chest, down to his stomach, peppering with kisses and nips along the way.]
I think perhaps I should start by helping myself to a meal. Don't you?
[The thing is, it's not like anyone has ever really explained to him how something like this is supposed to work. It's not like they publish lectures about how to play power games with your vampire boyfriend as articles in dirty magazines. And while it's the most natural thing in the world to repeatedly check how his partner is feeling when he's the one driving the action, it somehow doesn't loop back around and occur to him that maybe, just maybe, his partner might do the same thing for him.
So he almost doesn't catch it at first, why he's drowning pleasantly in teasing and arousal and then all of a sudden that look flickers through Adrian's eyes. He's not exactly thinking clearly at the moment either, between the way his hands are tied and the way every breath is ragged in his chest, and he's not getting any of the satisfaction he's being tempted with, the bastard.
But the oddity of it sticks out. A look like that is out of place amid the rest of the game, and it nags at him, not letting him forget about it until eventually he gets his head into enough order to sort of figure out why.
Is he...worried about him?
He groans low, head listing back to the other side amid his squirming and trembling, and his answer comes almost altogether without thinking.]
Y'know...th' more you mess me up, th' more fun you'll have takin' care'f me after.
[He hopes it's enough, before he loses track of his thoughts again. But he can't possibly focus on anything else with Adrian's fangs scraping gently along his skin, and before long, any hope of coherent words are just coming out as keening whines.
Breathless, he tugs on the leash wrapped around his wrists, drawing attention to the way he's positioned.]
Not gonna be easy getting this collar off while I'm trussed up like this.
[After all, meals come from the neck, don't they?]
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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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Evidently, you're a slow learner.
Fine, then.
[Suddenly, he's pulling on the leash. Not hard enough to do any damage to Jotaro, but strong enough that it cannot be denied as he pulls him down toward the floor. Once Jotaro is forced to his hands and knees, Adrian shoves his foot down against his spine, pinning him there.]
Tell me when you feel like you've gotten the lesson. I can wait.
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The grit of the carpet against his palms feels surreal. It's like he's suddenly hyperaware of his whole body, all the little sensations he doesn't usually register. There's pressure on his throat. There's a weight on his spine. He couldn't get up if he tried.
Does he like this? He doesn't altogether know. Maybe that's why he has to keep going, to find out.]
Feels like I'm a footrest.
[He turns his head a little, closing his eyes and feeling the resistance as the movement makes the collar tug. Adrian's, he thinks, and that alone makes him shiver again.]
Bow wow.
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[It's... so very silly, but the little dog noise makes him shiver a little. For all of the strength and power he has over Jotaro, it isn't Adrian in control, he thinks idly. It's Jotaro, it will always be Jotaro. He knows he would do anything for him.
And right now, he wants Adrian to be strong. So he will.]
Get up. [Adrian slides his foot off.] And try again.
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Broken things are damaged. He feels that way sometimes, still. Like he's only fooling himself with the little life he's made here, the motions he's going through. Like Trevor said, when you follow the rules it just works. He feels like that, still sometimes waking up at night and staring at the ceiling waiting for it to fall on him. Falling off his motorcycle because he lost himself for a second.
He gets his legs under him, and starts to stand up.
But sometimes broken things are just...tamed. Something wild, something reckless, brought back into alignment. Breaking a horse so it won't throw a rider. Breaking down walls.
(Is broken. Feels broken. Wants to be broken.)
When he stands, he lifts his chin and looks at Adrian, searching his expression for the answer to a question he can't even quantify. Making sure you know how strong I am, he'd said when they'd first talked about this, and as he looks at him he thinks of how it feels to be Sanguis, how it must feel to be a vampire and love something so much that it makes even Sanguis's possessiveness feel like a drop in the ocean, and he thinks of how it feels when Adrian wraps his arms around him, when he nips and bites and soothes in his ear I have you, I'll take care of you, let me worry about you.
It's a heavy collar, around his neck. Too heavy to ignore. Too heavy to forget that it's Adrian at the other end of his leash, keeping him safer than he's ever been.
Broken. Not yet — but something inside him fractures, a hairline crack beginning to spread through something buried deep and locked away.
He doesn't know yet if he likes this. But maybe he needs it.]
...Adrian.
[He holds his breath, and closes his eyes. Like when he was blind, and there was only Adrian, and he felt safe. He doesn't need to see. Why should he? Adrian is here, right there at the other end of his leash.
Slowly, slowly, he sinks down onto his knees, and then forward onto his hands, until he can feel the scrape of the carpet along his palms once again.]
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He has to trust that Jotaro knows is limits.]
Good.
[When he sees Jotaro go to his hands and knees, Adrian is crouching at his side. A hand strokes through Jotaro's hair, adoring the thick curls. His lips brush over his temple, down his cheek.]
Very good. Just like that, balaur. I knew you could do it.
[He guides his face up so that Adrian can press for a proper kiss. It's open-mouthed, loving, but he's careful with his fangs. He wants to praise Jotaro, but not give him everything just yet.
Let him hope for more.]
We're going to walk to the bedroom now. And you will be down there at your proper place. Understood?
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There's the keystone that makes it fall into place. When he does what he's told, he gets rewarded. It goes both ways; it's not just compliance out of avoidance. It's about breaking down that impulse to resist, and maybe there are some things he resists that could use a little breaking.
The hand in his hair feels good, feels reassuring. The kisses do, too, and he keeps his eyes closed to better experience them through touch alone, letting his world and his thoughts narrow down, for the moment, to just Adrian.
That. Yeah, he likes that.]
...Okay.
[If he thinks too hard about what he's being asked to do — Adrian says walk, but only one of them is going to be walking, he knows that full well, he's being told to crawl — it'll make him edgy. Maybe he'll feel stupid or embarrassed. Maybe his stomach will twist.
But if he doesn't think, then there's room to focus on what comes after. When he does what's asked of him, he gets a reward. That's easier. That's much, much better.
So he puts his head down, and he keeps his eyes shut, and he waits for the tug of the leash at his throat.]
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[One last kiss goes to Jotaro's brow, and he's standing up. The grip of the leash in his hand remains tight, but he stops being rough for the moment. Instead, he tugs gently, indicating that he wants to go now.
And he can't help but watch. It isn't how obedient Jotaro is, it's the careful and terribly delicate balance of power there is here. Vampires would love to lord over their pets, purely out of the power dynamic and little else. But he loves Jotaro, truly loves him, and wants to show him that strength he desires.
The leash might as well be on Adrian's throat.]
Kneel by the bed for me.
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It doesn't take him long to figure out. Stripping away his sight takes away his easiest immediate gauge of the reality of the things he's doing, limiting the most informative of his senses. It pushes him back further into his own head, and if he wants to know things about his surroundings, then he has to focus more intently on them to work it out; he can't just look. And it means he has to trust more. He's more dependent, without his eyes. He couldn't possibly hope to keep up with what he's being asked to do without entrusting some part of himself to Adrian along the way.
Case in point: he's walked the path to his bedroom a thousand times before now, but doing it on all fours with his eyes closed is suddenly daunting. He starts to lag a little, not out of reluctance but to put a touch more tension onto the leash, so that he can better feel where it's guiding him as he goes.
And the fact that their travel becomes a puzzle to solve means that he's so preoccupied with doing it right, he forgets all about the notion of feeling stupid or silly. He doesn't have the ability to focus on something like that, not when he's busy with making sure he doesn't walk headfirst into a wall or miss a turn and choke himself on the leash.
He goes slow, but soon enough the warmth in the air changes — that's right, his bedroom is always a little warmer than the rest of the apartment, it's just insulated better — and he crawls along the carpet until he feels the lead go slack and his shoulder lightly bump against the side of the mattress.
Kneel, Adrian said. Kneel means upright, no hands. So he shuffles, and he tries to orient himself in alignment with where he thinks the mattress is, and then he gets up on his knees and sits back onto his heels, head lowered and heart pounding and waiting.]
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Good. [Another kiss to his cheek.] Good job, Jojo. Good boy.
[Fingers find his hair again, petting him, stroking through those lovely thick locks. He adores how it is, thick and curling at the ends.]
How should I reward you? What do you want?
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Which is why it takes him a minute to rouse enough to realize that Adrian asked him a question, and not just an easy question, but one he actually has to think about. It makes him grumble softly, his eyes finally sliding halfway open to tease a glimpse of the green irises behind them as he's pulled back up to the surface long enough to think.]
S'nice. Like...after we went in those pods. When you took care of me.
[When I let you take care of me, he means to say, but doesn't exactly realize that he'd left words out in the process. A moment or two later, he's a little more coherent still.]
I want you to show me what you would've done if I hadn't listened. I just...want to see what it would have been. Can we do that? That's what I want.
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[Adrian's voice is warm and loving, his eyes full of absolute adoration as he looks at Jotaro. Slowly, he rolls his thumbs over Jotaro's cheeks, considering his request.]
Yes. We can do that.
Just let me know when you're ready. I won't do anything to hurt you, but I will use my strength.
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He nods slowly, tipping his head into the touch, and lets out a long slow breath that takes with it any remaining tension that might have been left in his shoulders.]
Show me. I'm ready.
[He nods again, a little more deliberately this time.]
It's okay. I know. I want to see it.
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[One last tender kiss goes to Jotaro's forehead. He gives him a moment to bask in that kindness before Adrian is inhaling air slowly, then exhaling, as if he himself were a dragon. As if he weighed nothing, Adrian picks up and hauls Jotaro onto the bed, forcing him onto his back. Adrian crawls over him, shoving his hands back, pinning him down.]
I expect an apology out of you.
[Slowly, he drags his hips over Jotaro's, but gives nothing else. Instead, he keeps using his strength to pin him. Adrian's hair spills over his shoulders like liquid gold as leans over Jotaro.]
But you don't look particularly sorry.
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Obeying had surprised him, with how good it had felt to empty his mind and put himself wholly in Adrian's hands. This is, to some degree, just another facet of the same sensation — the freedom to struggle and fight and accept that he's always going to lose in the end.
And he does. He twists and he squirms, and when their hips rub together he gasps for a breath that isn't nearly enough, and it does nothing. He could thrash and fight all he wants, and none of it would mean anything.
And, he recognizes deep in the back of his mind, with one word, he could stop it. This, he's never without the power to stop. He could call Star, and Adrian would stop. Pinned, trapped, trembling, caught — he's still the one holding the reins.]
'Cause I'm not sorry.
[He bucks his hips, squirming, like he's trying to unbalance Adrian and throw him off, while knowing full well how irrelevant a protest it will prove to be.]
What do you want me to do, lick your boots? For— aah! — f-forget it...
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It's easier to keep himself in control when it's not Iris. Perhaps it's a bit cruel to Jotaro right now, still Sanguis, still affected, but it's not as if he's whining and needy like when Adrian is affected.]
I want you to beg.
But perhaps... perhaps this isn't enough.
[Both of Jotaro's wrists become trapped under one hand from Adrian as the dhampir shifts his position and weight. He settles himself down so that his ass is just sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting his groin press at the crease of Adrian's pants. But he doesn't move his hips anymore. Instead, he's using his free hand to roam up Jotaro's torso, up to his chest. Idly, like an afterthought, he brushes the pad of his thumb over a nipple, carefully watching Jotaro's reaction.]
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If he were more in possession of his senses, more his usual self, he might reflect on whether this isn't good for Adrian on some level, after everything he'd gone through back in Wallachia. Maybe it's good for him to be on top, pinning someone else down. Maybe it's good for him to indulge his possessiveness and let himself be a little more vampire than usual.
Sadly, those are all things that will have to wait for later, because right now the only thing he can think about is how he's absolutely, indisputably going to die on account of this bastard of a dhampir of his.
It feels so...bared, having his arms stretched over his head and his body pinned down at the hips, spread out like a feast for Adrian's eyes and fingers. That in itself would have been torture enough, but then Adrian shifts in just the right way to let his ass fit up against him, tempting friction he can't move enough to claim.
All of a sudden, he's trying to struggle with a completely different goal in mind, and he's just as prevented from achieving relief as he's been from reclaiming freedom. Maybe that's why it's no surprise that he goes off like a livewire when Adrian runs his thumb over his chest, sending a shot of sensitivity straight through him to his hardening dick.]
Fuck...
[His voice comes out tight, stretched-thin into an aching whimper without even a hint of violence behind it, and he squeezes his eyes shut, thrashing uselessly as he tries to chase after the feeling and fails.]
Y-You just gonna...tease until I beg...?
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[Like an afterthought, he grinds his ass down against Jotaro's hardening cock, but makes no effort to relieve him of anything. Instead, with his hand, he continues to tease, taking the nipple between his fingers and pinching, giving it a firm tug before he's dragging his nails down Jotaro's stomach.]
Perhaps tying you down and letting me have my way with you would teach you something. Stubborn as you are.
[But he almost feels... nervous at the thought. He wouldn't mind tying Jotaro to the bed, but would he mind? Would he find that threatening?]
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And it's strange. If he'd been asked outside of a moment like this what he'd think about the idea of adding pain to sex, he probably would've cringed and backed away from the idea altogether. He probably would've said something about how he's tired of being hurt, he doesn't want that mixed in with something that's supposed to feel good.
Except — that it does feel good. At least, the way that Adrian does it feels good. Maybe it has more to do with Adrian than anything else.]
Well. [He swallows hard, feeling the words slur a little as they leave his mouth, fuck, focus.] Soon's I get free, you're gonna be the one who's begging sorry, so...
[His head falls a little to one side, brow beaded with sweat and his curls sticking to his forehead.]
'f you're afraid'f me getting loose, I don't blame you.
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Adrian leans down, his lips brushing against Jotaro's, but not quite kissing him. Not yet.]
Oh, I'm not afraid of you getting loose. Don't worry.
[Taking the leash, he winds it around Jotaro's wrists before tying it to the headboard, keeping his arms up and forced together. There's a pause, a soft look in Adrian's eyes, as if to say please tell me if it's too much. He has to remember that Jotaro can escape if he so chooses, Star can help him. Jotaro is stronger than most humans, after all.
All right then. So.
Adrian shoves his shirt up, then slowly starts to drag his fangs down his chest, down to his stomach, peppering with kisses and nips along the way.]
I think perhaps I should start by helping myself to a meal. Don't you?
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So he almost doesn't catch it at first, why he's drowning pleasantly in teasing and arousal and then all of a sudden that look flickers through Adrian's eyes. He's not exactly thinking clearly at the moment either, between the way his hands are tied and the way every breath is ragged in his chest, and he's not getting any of the satisfaction he's being tempted with, the bastard.
But the oddity of it sticks out. A look like that is out of place amid the rest of the game, and it nags at him, not letting him forget about it until eventually he gets his head into enough order to sort of figure out why.
Is he...worried about him?
He groans low, head listing back to the other side amid his squirming and trembling, and his answer comes almost altogether without thinking.]
Y'know...th' more you mess me up, th' more fun you'll have takin' care'f me after.
[He hopes it's enough, before he loses track of his thoughts again. But he can't possibly focus on anything else with Adrian's fangs scraping gently along his skin, and before long, any hope of coherent words are just coming out as keening whines.
Breathless, he tugs on the leash wrapped around his wrists, drawing attention to the way he's positioned.]
Not gonna be easy getting this collar off while I'm trussed up like this.
[After all, meals come from the neck, don't they?]
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