[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.
[Even if it's not technically ideal, it's still pretty damn good, what Adrian is doing to him. He manages to hold himself still at least until Adrian releases him with one of those obscene wet popping noises that make his face flush brilliant red, but after that he can't keep himself still any longer.
He bucks his hips, managing to raise them a good inch off the bed before they fall back against the mattress again, and he's chewing his lip hard enough now that it's swelling from it, beautifully bitten and red.
He hears the question, though, and knows he's supposed to answer it; without moving his head from where it's resting against his raised arm, his green eyes slowly rise in search of Adrian's face.
The right answer is yes. He can sense that. But there's a competing part of him that insists more forlornly that the answer is no, and the odd thing is, that's the answer that feels more honest.]
I...I don't know.
[Strange. He feels like his chest has been pried open, saying that. It's not unlike his earlier discovery of how closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts made all of this better. Like honest sunk its claws into the cork of a bottle he'd buried away deep inside of him, and he can feel the stopper beginning to slide slowly along the glass.]
[One last stroke is given to Jotaro before Adrian is pulling away. He pauses, thinking about how he'll appear when he undresses -- but it doesn't matter, he decides. Jotaro only cares about him, does not judge him. The lacerations will heal one day, and he will make new, wonderful memories with Jotaro.
So he sheds his clothing finally, only pausing when he gets to his trousers. Jotaro might noticed that there's no bulge to indicate that he's hard. Though not for lack of interest, which becomes a bit clearer and possibly confusing when he peels off his pants to show instead very distinctly different genitalia this time.
Slowly, he crawls back over to Jotaro, then kneels over his chest with his thighs spread, revealing himself to him. Reaching down, he spreads the lips and lets himself drip on Jotaro.
[His tugs are weaker now, as he pulls on the leash binding his hands; without Adrian actively touching him, it's less about being overwhelmed and more just a reflex as he winds back down into a comfortable holding pattern and watching to see what comes next.
Tamed, he thinks a little wryly, and swallows hard to feel the press of the collar around his throat again. That's a good word for it, isn't it? He's not misbehaving anymore. He's just waiting, patient, good boy.
And he's watching. Adrian is so beautiful in his eyes; he never gets tired of looking. He even manages not to grit his teeth or huff his possessive dissatisfaction at the sight of the still-red marks that cut through his skin. They'll fix that later, courtesy of Trevor. Right now, he smothers the dragon's urge to have a tantrum about the damage done to something his.
...Hm. That's an interesting feeling. Possessive dragon and obedient pet, all mixed together into one.
He's preoccupied enough with his thoughts that he doesn't quite notice the change at first, not until he's watching Adrian get his trousers open and starting to think about what this new reward he's been promised might be, and he did only say "soon" so maybe he's going to have to earn it by sucking his dick or something and —
Oh.
Hm.
He...didn't know Adrian could —]
...Huh.
[The unexpectedness of the change jostles his brain out of its sleepy haze, bringing his awareness back up into something sharper and less pliant, and he quirks his eyebrows at Adrian as he's getting into position over his chest.]
[But more seriously, he hesitates and he pulls his fingers away to settle into his own lap with uncertainty. Of course Jotaro would be fine with it, he knows that logically; he can accept so many things about Adrian, all of his flaws and strangeness. Why would this be any different? Yet, he worries.]
I shapeshift. So this is... also something I can do.
I can change back. If you want.
[But he thought-- since he couldn't really give him all of his mouth, this would be good, too.]
[He rolls his shoulders, finding a way to readjust his arms and leave him a clearer view of Adrian. He's still a mess, hair rumpled and sweat beading on his brow, but his gaze is clearer now and his expression is soft.]
Just...can I ask you something?
[He tilts his head slightly, watching him with warmth in his gaze — and curiosity.]
Did...did you feel like you had to tie me up before you could...show this to me?
No. It wasn't that. ...I really just thought it would be fun to make you keep your hands to yourself.
[There's almost a sheepish smile from Adrian, his head ducking. At the very least, his expression is relieved. He knew that Jotaro would be fine, but the reassurance does well for him.]
And I felt a bit bad that I couldn't fit you in my mouth. So I wanted to give you something I hadn't given anyone else. If that makes sense.
[He flexes his wrists, bending his fingers experimentally for good measure.]
And — it made me figure out some stuff. Some stuff I think I like. Some stuff I...really like.
[He says, as his cheeks go faintly red.]
I'm not saying it's not kind of weird, but — fuck, I've got scales on my dick and you go into heat eight days a month, I don't think either of us really gets to talk about weird.
[When Jotaro makes his admission, Adrian can't help but just smile at him, as if he's basking in how delightfully handsome he is with reddened cheeks. Of course he's glad to hear that he's figured out some things he enjoys, and he wants to do more that with him.]
Then I suppose it can be our kind of weird.
[He leans down, pressing his forehead to Jotaro's before kissing the bridge of his nose.]
It feels... wet right now. Surprising, I know. [Adrian smiles crookedly.] It's a bit different. It's not difficult to make it feel good as many men might claim.
I wanted to ask if you could use your mouth on it, actually.
Mm. I like how you worked in that little "guys are assholes" thing there. "As many men might claim", hah.
[Still, though, he's turning red, and the radiant heat can be felt easily as Adrian draws near to kiss him. But he's happy, fuck, he's so fucking happy and this whole time has been a roller coaster ride of new discoveries and strange pleasures, and Jotaro doesn't want to stop now, not for anything.]
...Is it...really your first? Just me, no one else...?
It's true. Men are arrogant bastards who consider themselves experts on... [He leans in and whispers in Jotaro's ear:] ...the vagina.
[Turning his head, he kisses Jotaro's brow, grinning against him. The question makes him smile a bit more shyly, leaning back so that he can look at Jotaro in the face.]
Just you. I know it might seem like I'm a terrible sexual deviant, being a vampire and all, but I haven't been with as many people as you might expect.
[Yup, there he goes, beet red and wishing he could hide it, but there's no coat collar to duck behind and his hands are still bound fast, so he's stuck just blushing and grumbling about it.]
...But. Yeah, I think so. You want to let me loose, or —
[He adjusts his arms a bit again, fiddling.]
Actually, I think I could probably do it without, if you come up here. C'mere, lemme give you a kiss. Down there.
[The reaction is enough to make Adrian laugh, pleased with himself. He nuzzles at Jotaro's temple as he grumbles and blushes, adoring him.]
Hm. If you're sure.
[Pulling away, Adrian scoots closer until his thighs are at either side of Jotaro's face, his groin centimetres away. Reaching down, he runs his fingers through Jotaro's hair.]
Mm. So much for not being some kind of sexual deviant.
[He laughs softly, his eyes falling closed and a murmur of approval escaping his lips as he's petted. He'd lean into it, but moving his head isn't exactly feasible at the moment, for obvious reasons.]
Hey. You know...even with everything we do, I like this best.
[He smiles faintly. Perhaps even a little stupidly.]
Just. Laughing and fucking around with you. Being like this. This is what feels better than anything else.
[Reaching out, his hands cup Jotaro's face as he looks down at him fondly, smiling at him.]
I agree. I love it best when it's us. Truly us. Like now with you.
[The smile Jotaro has? Definitely dopey and kind of stupid, but Adrian loves it. Role playing with him had been fun, and he would certainly do it again, but as he said these kinds of moments are best with him. Sweet and funny, messing with each other -- he loves it. It's what makes their time together as precious as it is to Adrian.]
Hmm, I think you're just saying that 'cause I'm still tied up.
[His mouth opens, lips parting wide enough to let his tongue out as far as he can reach, trying to make contact with his —
His...
...Yeah okay no he still can't even form the word HE'LL DIE.]
Hey. Just do one thing for me, okay? I, um.
[Sitting on him the way that he is, Adrian will almost certainly feel his blush as much from the pleasant heat of his scales as from the redness in his face.]
Don't come. From — from this, I mean. Your first time, I want you to come while I'm...inside. Is that okay with you?
I can say it again when you're free, if you'd like.
[It's so close. Jotaro's mouth is so close. Adrian pulls his hands away so he can let him lean in without hindrance, trembling a little in anticipation. The warmth coming off of his scales makes it even better, especially for someone on the cold side like Adrian.]
No, I want that too. I can hold back as long as I need to.
[Coyly, he adds:] We'll see how long you can wait.
[But it's the last thing he'll be able to say for a while, as all of a sudden his mouth becomes pleasantly occupied with pressing between Adrian's legs. It's...admittedly kind of weird at first; at least the first time he went down on him, he sort of had an idea of what he was doing just academically. But this is entirely new — there's no prior experience to guide him toward what might feel good or not.
Still, he's never been one to shy away from acting as though he knows what he's doing even when he hasn't got the slightest clue, and so he slides his tongue along Adrian's folds, alternating between teasing with the tip of his tongue and nibbling ever so gently with his lips and the edges of his teeth.]
Hmm. That's —
[He thinks about it a moment, then leans in again, growing more confident and more playful the longer he goes on licking.]
[The sounds Adrian makes is a pleasantly surprised sort of sigh, his hips twitching, his legs spreading out a bit more. The tongue is so delightfully warm and wet, swiping over him. It's so nice.
The lightest nibbling makes him shudder, fingers petting through Jotaro's hair.] Yes. That's good.
Here-- on the-- [And he can't finish the sentence, but he's fingering at the clit for Jotaro to see before pulling his hand away to give him space once more.]
[His arms move, then, like he's instinctively out to reach for Adrian's thighs and spread them with his hands, maybe hold him open — but then, of course, the leash runs out of room and the headboard rattles, and Jotaro pauses a second in his licking to wrinkle his nose good-naturedly.]
Fucking —
[Oh, well. He rolls his eyes and shakes it off, arching his shoulders up to take a different swing at accomplishing what he would've done otherwise with his hands.
Unfortunately for Adrian, Jotaro's not exactly firsthand familiar with just how sensitive a clit can be, and consequently there's definitely no restraint exercised as he homes in on the place Adrian had indicated and drags the flat of his tongue against 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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He bucks his hips, managing to raise them a good inch off the bed before they fall back against the mattress again, and he's chewing his lip hard enough now that it's swelling from it, beautifully bitten and red.
He hears the question, though, and knows he's supposed to answer it; without moving his head from where it's resting against his raised arm, his green eyes slowly rise in search of Adrian's face.
The right answer is yes. He can sense that. But there's a competing part of him that insists more forlornly that the answer is no, and the odd thing is, that's the answer that feels more honest.]
I...I don't know.
[Strange. He feels like his chest has been pried open, saying that. It's not unlike his earlier discovery of how closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts made all of this better. Like honest sunk its claws into the cork of a bottle he'd buried away deep inside of him, and he can feel the stopper beginning to slide slowly along the glass.]
But. If you think so...then I must.
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[One last stroke is given to Jotaro before Adrian is pulling away. He pauses, thinking about how he'll appear when he undresses -- but it doesn't matter, he decides. Jotaro only cares about him, does not judge him. The lacerations will heal one day, and he will make new, wonderful memories with Jotaro.
So he sheds his clothing finally, only pausing when he gets to his trousers. Jotaro might noticed that there's no bulge to indicate that he's hard. Though not for lack of interest, which becomes a bit clearer and possibly confusing when he peels off his pants to show instead very distinctly different genitalia this time.
Slowly, he crawls back over to Jotaro, then kneels over his chest with his thighs spread, revealing himself to him. Reaching down, he spreads the lips and lets himself drip on Jotaro.
He hopes it isn't too-- strange? Bizarre, maybe.]
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Tamed, he thinks a little wryly, and swallows hard to feel the press of the collar around his throat again. That's a good word for it, isn't it? He's not misbehaving anymore. He's just waiting, patient, good boy.
And he's watching. Adrian is so beautiful in his eyes; he never gets tired of looking. He even manages not to grit his teeth or huff his possessive dissatisfaction at the sight of the still-red marks that cut through his skin. They'll fix that later, courtesy of Trevor. Right now, he smothers the dragon's urge to have a tantrum about the damage done to something his.
...Hm. That's an interesting feeling. Possessive dragon and obedient pet, all mixed together into one.
He's preoccupied enough with his thoughts that he doesn't quite notice the change at first, not until he's watching Adrian get his trousers open and starting to think about what this new reward he's been promised might be, and he did only say "soon" so maybe he's going to have to earn it by sucking his dick or something and —
Oh.
Hm.
He...didn't know Adrian could —]
...Huh.
[The unexpectedness of the change jostles his brain out of its sleepy haze, bringing his awareness back up into something sharper and less pliant, and he quirks his eyebrows at Adrian as he's getting into position over his chest.]
You, uh.
[Oh. Hmm. That's...that's, wow, he's wet. Holy fuck.]
...So. Wolf, bat, and disappearing dick?
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[But more seriously, he hesitates and he pulls his fingers away to settle into his own lap with uncertainty. Of course Jotaro would be fine with it, he knows that logically; he can accept so many things about Adrian, all of his flaws and strangeness. Why would this be any different? Yet, he worries.]
I shapeshift. So this is... also something I can do.
I can change back. If you want.
[But he thought-- since he couldn't really give him all of his mouth, this would be good, too.]
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[He rolls his shoulders, finding a way to readjust his arms and leave him a clearer view of Adrian. He's still a mess, hair rumpled and sweat beading on his brow, but his gaze is clearer now and his expression is soft.]
Just...can I ask you something?
[He tilts his head slightly, watching him with warmth in his gaze — and curiosity.]
Did...did you feel like you had to tie me up before you could...show this to me?
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[There's almost a sheepish smile from Adrian, his head ducking. At the very least, his expression is relieved. He knew that Jotaro would be fine, but the reassurance does well for him.]
And I felt a bit bad that I couldn't fit you in my mouth. So I wanted to give you something I hadn't given anyone else. If that makes sense.
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[He flexes his wrists, bending his fingers experimentally for good measure.]
And — it made me figure out some stuff. Some stuff I think I like. Some stuff I...really like.
[He says, as his cheeks go faintly red.]
I'm not saying it's not kind of weird, but — fuck, I've got scales on my dick and you go into heat eight days a month, I don't think either of us really gets to talk about weird.
[He coughs.]
Does it, uh. What does it feel like?
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Then I suppose it can be our kind of weird.
[He leans down, pressing his forehead to Jotaro's before kissing the bridge of his nose.]
It feels... wet right now. Surprising, I know. [Adrian smiles crookedly.] It's a bit different. It's not difficult to make it feel good as many men might claim.
I wanted to ask if you could use your mouth on it, actually.
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[look he can't say "vagina" though he'll die]
Mm. I like how you worked in that little "guys are assholes" thing there. "As many men might claim", hah.
[Still, though, he's turning red, and the radiant heat can be felt easily as Adrian draws near to kiss him. But he's happy, fuck, he's so fucking happy and this whole time has been a roller coaster ride of new discoveries and strange pleasures, and Jotaro doesn't want to stop now, not for anything.]
...Is it...really your first? Just me, no one else...?
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[Turning his head, he kisses Jotaro's brow, grinning against him. The question makes him smile a bit more shyly, leaning back so that he can look at Jotaro in the face.]
Just you. I know it might seem like I'm a terrible sexual deviant, being a vampire and all, but I haven't been with as many people as you might expect.
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[Yup, there he goes, beet red and wishing he could hide it, but there's no coat collar to duck behind and his hands are still bound fast, so he's stuck just blushing and grumbling about it.]
...But. Yeah, I think so. You want to let me loose, or —
[He adjusts his arms a bit again, fiddling.]
Actually, I think I could probably do it without, if you come up here. C'mere, lemme give you a kiss. Down there.
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Hm. If you're sure.
[Pulling away, Adrian scoots closer until his thighs are at either side of Jotaro's face, his groin centimetres away. Reaching down, he runs his fingers through Jotaro's hair.]
Like this?
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[He laughs softly, his eyes falling closed and a murmur of approval escaping his lips as he's petted. He'd lean into it, but moving his head isn't exactly feasible at the moment, for obvious reasons.]
Hey. You know...even with everything we do, I like this best.
[He smiles faintly. Perhaps even a little stupidly.]
Just. Laughing and fucking around with you. Being like this. This is what feels better than anything else.
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[Reaching out, his hands cup Jotaro's face as he looks down at him fondly, smiling at him.]
I agree. I love it best when it's us. Truly us. Like now with you.
[The smile Jotaro has? Definitely dopey and kind of stupid, but Adrian loves it. Role playing with him had been fun, and he would certainly do it again, but as he said these kinds of moments are best with him. Sweet and funny, messing with each other -- he loves it. It's what makes their time together as precious as it is to Adrian.]
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[His mouth opens, lips parting wide enough to let his tongue out as far as he can reach, trying to make contact with his —
His...
...Yeah okay no he still can't even form the word HE'LL DIE.]
Hey. Just do one thing for me, okay? I, um.
[Sitting on him the way that he is, Adrian will almost certainly feel his blush as much from the pleasant heat of his scales as from the redness in his face.]
Don't come. From — from this, I mean. Your first time, I want you to come while I'm...inside. Is that okay with you?
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[It's so close. Jotaro's mouth is so close. Adrian pulls his hands away so he can let him lean in without hindrance, trembling a little in anticipation. The warmth coming off of his scales makes it even better, especially for someone on the cold side like Adrian.]
No, I want that too. I can hold back as long as I need to.
[Coyly, he adds:] We'll see how long you can wait.
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[But it's the last thing he'll be able to say for a while, as all of a sudden his mouth becomes pleasantly occupied with pressing between Adrian's legs. It's...admittedly kind of weird at first; at least the first time he went down on him, he sort of had an idea of what he was doing just academically. But this is entirely new — there's no prior experience to guide him toward what might feel good or not.
Still, he's never been one to shy away from acting as though he knows what he's doing even when he hasn't got the slightest clue, and so he slides his tongue along Adrian's folds, alternating between teasing with the tip of his tongue and nibbling ever so gently with his lips and the edges of his teeth.]
Hmm. That's —
[He thinks about it a moment, then leans in again, growing more confident and more playful the longer he goes on licking.]
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[The sounds Adrian makes is a pleasantly surprised sort of sigh, his hips twitching, his legs spreading out a bit more. The tongue is so delightfully warm and wet, swiping over him. It's so nice.
The lightest nibbling makes him shudder, fingers petting through Jotaro's hair.] Yes. That's good.
Here-- on the-- [And he can't finish the sentence, but he's fingering at the clit for Jotaro to see before pulling his hand away to give him space once more.]
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Fucking —
[Oh, well. He rolls his eyes and shakes it off, arching his shoulders up to take a different swing at accomplishing what he would've done otherwise with his hands.
Unfortunately for Adrian, Jotaro's not exactly firsthand familiar with just how sensitive a clit can be, and consequently there's definitely no restraint exercised as he homes in on the place Adrian had indicated and drags the flat of his tongue against it.]
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