[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?]
[It's brief, but the reassurance is comforting, granting Adrian the confidence he needs. Maybe he doesn't need to worry so much, but he's been thinking of nothing but Jotaro's comfort for this entire venture. He doesn't know what their limits are at yet, but the hint is helpful.
So he proceeds, pulling down at Jotaro's pants, nipping at his hip.]
Your neck might be most ideal, but it's not the only place for me.
[With a firm yank, he pulls off the trousers, leaving Jotaro in his underclothing. It makes his cock's hardness all the more apparent, but he doesn't give it any attention. Instead, he's wriggling down until he's between Jotaro's legs, pushing one up and nuzzling the inside of his thigh.
Then, when he's certain that Jotaro is watching, he sinks his fangs into the meat of his thigh, not far at all from his cock.]
[His cheeks go red again, not from any real embarrassment so much as just a quick fluster at how enthusiastically Adrian gets him out of his pants, and what he very obviously discovers when he does. Not that he couldn't have felt it through his trousers already, with the way that he'd been grinding on him before.
Not that he didn't already know it was there, being the direct cause of it, the bastard.
And for a second, with the way Adrian is sliding down, the part about him taking a meal slips Jotaro's mind because all he can think is, oh, fuck, is he going to suck me off, but then his leg gets moved and repositioned and those teeth come out and he remembers, ah, there's an artery down there, too.]
Oh, fuck...
[He never really sees the bite when Adrian does it up by his neck; it's too close, and his head can't turn that way if he's already angling it to the other side to make room.
This, he sees. And Adrian wants him to see, he realizes too late. Adrian waits to make sure he's watching before his teeth go in and in, and the hurt folds in on itself in a way he can't describe, running through his veins and pushing out from the underside of his electrified skin and making his dick twitch and leak inside his boxers.
The noise he makes is strangled, a garbled cry squeezed out around bitten lip and a thrown-back head, and his arms ache and his leg hurts and it makes the feeling of Adrian's mouth near his thigh so soft by comparison, so sharp to stand out amid the hurricane of sensory white noise engulfing him.]
[With a moan, Adrian eagerly drinks from him, the first time he's done it in nearly a month. Jotaro tastes better than his memories, more divine. The blood of the main he adores. He sucks slowly, humming against his thigh. Eventually, Adrian pulls back, sliding his tongue over the bite mark.]
I can smell you. How much you enjoy this.
[Adrian smiles at him, lips stained with blood.]
What a naughty pet. So dishonest, not telling me what he likes.
[He nuzzles up his leg, then leans in close to his cock, breathing hot air against it.]
[Pet. He's called him balaur before now, and Jojo, and good boy. But this is the first time Adrian has really brought it all together into a single word, the collar and the leash and the commands, the obedience — pet, he says, with a mouth red with blood and a devil's smile around it.
Trevor Belmont had called him something similar once, hadn't he? He'd been so pissed off about it back then. He's not pissed off about it now, he discovers with mild surprise, and in fact the whole notion just sort of relaxes him.
Sanguis likes it, he discovers. Pet fits neatly with the dragon's craving to possess and be possessed. And beneath it, Jotaro just finds relief in the sense of belonging that comes attached to it.]
Never told me to tell you what I like...
[There's a change in his voice, a noticeable one. His resistance isn't challenging or defiant; it's almost sulky. Not unlike a chastised pet, himself.]
Then I think you enjoy being so defiant so that I have to do this to you. To tame you. You want me to, don't you?
[He blows on the trapped bulge in front of him, making sure to give it something without actually touching Jotaro's cock. Dipping his head down, he kisses the inside of his thigh slowly, working over the bite, teasing it.]
Don't worry. I've picked up quite well on it. So perhaps if there's something you want, then you need to say it.
[Fuck. Okay, well. Whatever this is, this piece of the game they've been playing since Adrian came over, it's absolutely the sweet spot of humming defiance and sweet surrender. He's definitely not asking himself what pieces of this he likes and doesn't. He doesn't have to; the only answer is all of it.
His hips buck reflexively, like he's caught in the magnetic pull of the heat of Adrian's mouth, but then he's denied again, placated only with close kisses and the relief that Adrian has him craving so badly.]
Ngh...hhah...
[Which would be worse, he wonders — to say I'm sorry, or to say please? Both are their own brand of humiliating. He swallows hard, thinking about it as fast as he can.]
Want to — want to be your pet.
[Oh. That was...not what he'd thought he was going to say.]
[The first admission is almost enough. The tips of Adrian's ears burn a little, fresh blood in him making him flush slightly as he looks at Jotaro. He doesn't even expect more than that, but he's outright breathless when he hears his native language rolling off of Jotaro's tongue like a promise.
Oh. His heart flutters.
Adrian licks his lips and hooks his fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly.]
Good boy. Good, beautiful pet.
[Leaning his head down, he presses his lips to the very tip of Jotaro's cock in front of him, sweeping over the head delicately with his tongue.]
I'll take care of you now.
[Opening his mouth, he carefully takes the head into his mouth, careful with his fangs. The base is gently strokes with his palm, encouraging and gentle for now.]
[He sucks in a hard, wet breath, wanting to squirm and buck his hips but abruptly realizing what a terrible idea that would be, with Adrian's fangs so close to such an extremely sensitive place. He knows, already, that it won't be a lot; they've tried this once before, sort of, and there are some things that just aren't feasible when there's a mouth full of razor blades involved.
But even just this is more than enough. The heat of Adrian's mouth feels decadent, and he squeezes his eyes tightly shut, pulling uselessly on the leash wrapped around his wrists mostly just for something to do with the pent-up desperation he feels.]
S-See...
[The headboard rattles from his erratic pulling, his toes flexing as he tries so hard to keep his hips still.]
[Even just hearing the way the headboard trembles against Jotaro's strength is enough to tell him how hard he's trying to hold back. It must be difficult, having something hot and wet just around the tip and not more.
Adrian draws his head back, licking his palm once lazily.]
And I approve. Good boy.
[Leaning back down, Adrian takes the tip into his mouth again, slowly tracing his tongue over the head. With his slicked hand, he gives Jotaro a slow stroke over the base, touching where he doesn't dare let his mouth go. He'd like to go down further on him, but sadly there's too much risk for that.
Pulling off again with a firm suck, he speaks:] Do you think you deserve something else? For your honesty.
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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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So he proceeds, pulling down at Jotaro's pants, nipping at his hip.]
Your neck might be most ideal, but it's not the only place for me.
[With a firm yank, he pulls off the trousers, leaving Jotaro in his underclothing. It makes his cock's hardness all the more apparent, but he doesn't give it any attention. Instead, he's wriggling down until he's between Jotaro's legs, pushing one up and nuzzling the inside of his thigh.
Then, when he's certain that Jotaro is watching, he sinks his fangs into the meat of his thigh, not far at all from his cock.]
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Not that he didn't already know it was there, being the direct cause of it, the bastard.
And for a second, with the way Adrian is sliding down, the part about him taking a meal slips Jotaro's mind because all he can think is, oh, fuck, is he going to suck me off, but then his leg gets moved and repositioned and those teeth come out and he remembers, ah, there's an artery down there, too.]
Oh, fuck...
[He never really sees the bite when Adrian does it up by his neck; it's too close, and his head can't turn that way if he's already angling it to the other side to make room.
This, he sees. And Adrian wants him to see, he realizes too late. Adrian waits to make sure he's watching before his teeth go in and in, and the hurt folds in on itself in a way he can't describe, running through his veins and pushing out from the underside of his electrified skin and making his dick twitch and leak inside his boxers.
The noise he makes is strangled, a garbled cry squeezed out around bitten lip and a thrown-back head, and his arms ache and his leg hurts and it makes the feeling of Adrian's mouth near his thigh so soft by comparison, so sharp to stand out amid the hurricane of sensory white noise engulfing him.]
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I can smell you. How much you enjoy this.
[Adrian smiles at him, lips stained with blood.]
What a naughty pet. So dishonest, not telling me what he likes.
[He nuzzles up his leg, then leans in close to his cock, breathing hot air against it.]
But this. This doesn't lie, does it?
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Trevor Belmont had called him something similar once, hadn't he? He'd been so pissed off about it back then. He's not pissed off about it now, he discovers with mild surprise, and in fact the whole notion just sort of relaxes him.
Sanguis likes it, he discovers. Pet fits neatly with the dragon's craving to possess and be possessed. And beneath it, Jotaro just finds relief in the sense of belonging that comes attached to it.]
Never told me to tell you what I like...
[There's a change in his voice, a noticeable one. His resistance isn't challenging or defiant; it's almost sulky. Not unlike a chastised pet, himself.]
Didn't disobey. You didn't tell me to.
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[He blows on the trapped bulge in front of him, making sure to give it something without actually touching Jotaro's cock. Dipping his head down, he kisses the inside of his thigh slowly, working over the bite, teasing it.]
Don't worry. I've picked up quite well on it. So perhaps if there's something you want, then you need to say it.
Beg me. What do you want?
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His hips buck reflexively, like he's caught in the magnetic pull of the heat of Adrian's mouth, but then he's denied again, placated only with close kisses and the relief that Adrian has him craving so badly.]
Ngh...hhah...
[Which would be worse, he wonders — to say I'm sorry, or to say please? Both are their own brand of humiliating. He swallows hard, thinking about it as fast as he can.]
Want to — want to be your pet.
[Oh. That was...not what he'd thought he was going to say.]
Want to be good so you'll suck my dick.
[He groans, low and faint.]
...Te rog...
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Oh. His heart flutters.
Adrian licks his lips and hooks his fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly.]
Good boy. Good, beautiful pet.
[Leaning his head down, he presses his lips to the very tip of Jotaro's cock in front of him, sweeping over the head delicately with his tongue.]
I'll take care of you now.
[Opening his mouth, he carefully takes the head into his mouth, careful with his fangs. The base is gently strokes with his palm, encouraging and gentle for now.]
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But even just this is more than enough. The heat of Adrian's mouth feels decadent, and he squeezes his eyes tightly shut, pulling uselessly on the leash wrapped around his wrists mostly just for something to do with the pent-up desperation he feels.]
S-See...
[The headboard rattles from his erratic pulling, his toes flexing as he tries so hard to keep his hips still.]
I can be...honest...
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Adrian draws his head back, licking his palm once lazily.]
And I approve. Good boy.
[Leaning back down, Adrian takes the tip into his mouth again, slowly tracing his tongue over the head. With his slicked hand, he gives Jotaro a slow stroke over the base, touching where he doesn't dare let his mouth go. He'd like to go down further on him, but sadly there's too much risk for that.
Pulling off again with a firm suck, he speaks:] Do you think you deserve something else? For your honesty.
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