[He says, dreamily, while he basks in the feeling of Adrian shifting down the length of his body and dropping kisses against his skin the whole way. It's lazy and languid and so easy to lose himself in it, up until he feels long fingers wrap around his scaly cock and guide it up into position.
It's then that he swallows hard, and makes himself open his eyes, because more than anything he wants to watch this particular show, and he doesn't want to miss a second.]
[Another slow stroke is given to Jotaro, then Adrian arranges himself more to spread his legs proper. Holding Jotaro at the base, he starts to slowly lower himself, only stopping when the tip is pressed against him.]
Even this... feels different. More vivid. Even your cock is so hot.
[Adrian starts to let him slowly slip inside, though his eyes are also trained on Jotaro's face, as if he can't afford to lose even a second of his reaction. During Iris, he doesn't need any slick either, and neither does he really like this. But the fitting is...]
It's like you fit me more this way.
[His voice is breathless as he goes, brows knitted, lips parted. Eventually, he finds himself sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting out a sigh.]
[They've never — they've never done it like this before. They came close, once, that terrible night when Adrian finally broke and confessed what had happened to him when he'd returned to Wallachia, but of course, after that, they hadn't resumed — and for good reason.
But Jotaro has wanted this, secretly, deeply. He's wanted to see the way it looks as he enters him. He's wanted to be able to let his eyes roam from the twist of euphoria on Adrian's face to the stretch between his legs, just wanted to see the whole of what he does to him when they do this.
And this is their first. Another first. He's never been inside a — a vagina (fuck he can't even think it without blushing, what the fuck) and Adrian has never given this to anyone else. It's his. It's theirs. This is theirs, it's just them, a first for the both of them.
Sanguis loves it, and he barely even notices, because Jotaro loves it even more powerfully than his moonblessing.]
Y...Yeah. This is...
[Is he allowed to say this way was made for me? It's technically true, but it also sounds kind of stupid, and he can't help but turn his head to try to hide his face in his arm, hide his fevered blushing, as he thinks it.
But looking away means not being able to look at Adrian, and he's not stupid. So it's only a few seconds before he's lifted his head again, glassy-eyed and beaming with adoration.]
Wish I could touch you.
[His fingers flex.]
But I don't want you to let me out. I like it this way. Just — wanting you, so much.
[The look on Jotaro's face makes him smile even as he's distracted, obviously, with having Jotaro buried inside of him. He sighs, reaching out with a hand to touch Jotaro's fingers, then stroking down to his face.]
Next time, I want you to touch me as much as you want.
[Taking in a breath, he rolls his hips slowly, shivering at the way Jotaro slides inside of him. It feels good, definitely a perfect fit.]
Could invite Star with us. Have you both, maybe. How would that feel for you, I wonder-- maybe too much?
[He laughs airily, then groans as he rises up and slides back down onto Jotaro.]
[It sounds like a promise, and that's why he can't help but echo it. They'll do this again. In his life of chances cut short and dreams gone unrealized because of a killing blow, he craves that sort of promise far more than he ever realized.
But the mention of Star makes him laugh, as does the electric pleasure that washes over him as Adrian starts to move, while moonlacing and desire twist up together and make him giddy.]
You're so full of it. Like you really want to see what it does to me, and not how it feels for you.
[He doesn't have a lot of leverage like this, not with Adrian's weight over his hips and his hands bound, but he can manage to rock his hips a little to meet Adrian. That's all, however — just the slightest good-faith attempt at helping. The rest of it is entirely in Adrian's control, and he's beautiful to watch.]
He — he wants his collar, too. Star. Before we're done. He's wanted to touch you this whole time, but — ah, I fucked up, made him my signal to stop. I didn't want you to think I needed to stop. Oh —
[Even the slightest shift from Jotaro can be felt, and he gasps softly before he's grinding back down, enthralled with how it feels. The mention of Star makes him consider for a moment. Oh, what they could have both had then, but he would have assumed that it was Jotaro calling to stop.]
I brought his. [Adrian has to pause and shiver, squirming over Jotaro.] It's in the bag, in the living room. You-- you can bring him out, get it, I'll put it on him.
Yeah. Yeah, all right. I'm okay, yeah? The fucking around — we don't need a signal anymore, okay?
[Breathless, he closes his eyes and tries to rock his hips again, his fire-opal scales glistening with heat and the exertion.
A moment later, Star appears at the side of the bed, and he's barely even taken form before his large steady hand is wrapping around the back of Adrian's head, drawing him in for a messy kiss.
Quietly elated, Jotaro bites his lip against the phantom sensation, still watching through half-lidded eyes.]
[Gladly, Adrian melts into the kiss, closing his eyes and reaching out for Star's cheek, stroking his fingers through his beautiful mane. Stroking down his cheek, nibbling his lower lip.]
Good boy. Get... my bag from the other room. I'll put the collar on.
[Adrian lifts himself up again, sinking back down with a sigh.]
[Approvingly, Star chuffs like a big cat and pushes eagerly into the petting, taking advantage of what he can do and Jotaro can't by running his own fingers over Adrian's body as if just to feel him.
But obedience to Adrian's wishes is one of the implicit directions he's been given, and so soon enough he goes zipping away, returning in a flash with the aforementioned bag.
Eagerly, he offers it up; as he does, the tip of one finger comes to rest, painstakingly gentle, against one of the lingering burns on Adrian's body. Fixated, he follows the line of it with his finger, his face impassive and his eyes dark.
Ora, he pronounces softly, at last, and reaches to take Adrian's hand, making a deliberate show of weaving their fingers together for his view.]
[That's not an assessment of the collar, but of the circumstances — a distinction that quickly becomes clear as Star moves around to crouch down at Jotaro's side, putting the both of them and their collars on display for Adrian's viewing pleasure.]
You and your pretty pets. Lookit.
[Jotaro's eyes close halfway, but then he starts to grin once again.]
You love it, don't you. Seeing us like this. Yours.
[Jotaro can easily feel how enticed Adrian is as he gazes at the pair of them. He squeezes over his cock, a shiver of delight rushing through him. Yes, his. They're both his. Beautiful and strong and wonderful. It pleases his more beastly instincts, the vampiric nature inside of him.]
You're both so perfect.
[More eagerly, he rocks himself on top of Jotaro, sighing in content and pleasure.]
[Oh, fuck. Adrian clamps down on him, and it wrenches an approving groan from his throat — evidently, he hit his mark spot-on, and this is his reward.
But they're both being indulgent, aren't they? He wants to play to Adrian's instincts. He wants to see him go silky and sly and toy with him like he'd been before. Of course he does, it's hot as hell.]
Haha...one well-behaved pet and one disobedient one.
[And it's very obvious which one he is, as Star carefully gets himself up onto the bed and moves around to hover behind Adrian, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that almost manages to be sweet, except for the way he winds up pressing his face against Adrian's neck, and the way his large hands stroke down his torso to grasp at his pecs.
Pleased with himself, Star shakes his head a little, making the hardware rattle.]
I think it's obvious when the good one deserves to be rewarded.
[Continuing his pace from before, he proceeds with a leisure ride on top of Jotaro. He's only distracted when he feels Star behind him, cupping his chest; Adrian grasps and reaches back, running his fingers through his hair.]
Good. Good boy.
[Turning his head, he peppers kisses to Star's temple and brow.]
[There's a part of him that wants to whine at the slow and steady pace, wanting desperately to come but lacking the intensity to get there just yet. The other part of him is drunk on the sight of Adrian riding him the way he is, and wishes this would last forever.
But he's not the only one enjoying himself; fed by his intentions, Star looks heady and pleased, soaking up the attention and making approving noises. His hands keep doing what Jotaro wishes his own could — rubbing Adrian's nipples, cupping his chest, stroking down his body to feel him up and tease him.
But when he's told to, Star moves obligingly — one might even say obediently — and shifts his hold to take Adrian by the waist and help keep him bouncing on Jotaro's cock while he himself chases down his lips for the kiss he demands.]
[It's good to finally have hands on his body, something he's craved all this time but prevented Jotaro from doing. He unabashedly cries out, leaning into Star's powerful and precise hands.
The more fervent movement encouraged by Star makes him howl, hips trembling, and he smothers himself into Star's kiss with a whimper. Adrian holds tight onto the Stand, squirming and bucking on top of Jotaro.]
Good-- [He gasps against Star's lips.] --Like that, don't stop--
[And Adrian isn't the only one making noise as the pace increases and Star gets more and more thoroughly involved; Jotaro, too, is trying to stifle himself and not being all that successful at it, biting his lip to smother panting and faint whines as sweat starts to bead on his skin. There's still little he can actually do, lacking the leverage and mobility to do much more than squirm, but he makes his best effort at it anyway, rocking his hips up as best he can and keeping his eyes fixed on Star and Adrian together.
The sensation is already overwhelming as it is, just like this. What would it be like if Adrian made good on his teasing, and he and Star both were inside him at once?
A single thought shouldn't have the power to break him, but that one does. He's been teased for so long, aching and worked up, and finally he topples over the edge without even really meaning to, coming so hard his eyes squeeze shut and his vision goes white behind them.
And some of that euphoria clearly must carry over to Star, whose fingers bite in a little too deep around Adrian's hips, bruising the skin beneath them as he searches out kiss after kiss.]
[He can feel Jotaro finish inside of him, thrills him to know that he's marked up inside by him. Adrian is panting into each kiss, fangs dragging over Star's plush lips.]
Star-- Jojo--
[It's the stronger grip that pushes him. He consciously makes the effort to let himself bruise, an eager mark to replace the lacerations on his flesh. He's eager to leave the past behind and take whatever Jotaro gives him. When he finishes, he's crying softly in relief, pleased tears rolling down his face.
Grasping for Star's arm, he murmurs:] That's it. I'm finished... you did so well. Good, good boy.
[What a mess they've both made of themselves. Adrian, spent and weeping contentment with bruises on his hips; Jotaro, exhausted and trembling with blood beading on the split lip he'd bitten open as he'd finished.
But Star is steady as always, moving instinctively to support Adrian and let him go boneless in his arms if he likes. Gently, with precision and care, he remains like the silent guardian he is, nuzzling against his long hair and occasionally shifting to kiss the tears from his cheeks.
He doesn't, notably, try to move Adrian off — not yet. Maybe, deep down, Jotaro doesn't really want him to, and Star is simply obeying what he's implicitly told.]
Fffffffffffffff...uck...
[In about thirty seconds, his arms are going to start to hurt, but for the time being he just melts into a puddle of satisfaction, panting air through his parted lips and feeling the pressure of two collars around his throat with every breath.]
[With a relieved sigh, Adrian goes limp in Star's arms, panting softly with his eyes closed. Slowly, he opens his eyes, looking down at Jotaro, then smiles down at him and how content he looks. His Jotaro.
Reaching out languidly, he unhooks the leash, uncaring to keeping it whole as he rips it off of Jotaro's wrists, careful to not pull too hard on his arms. Slowly, he rubs his thumbs in circles around Jotaro's hands and wrists.]
It was wonderful. And you-- you're marvelous.
[He doesn't want off yet. He likes being full of him, and wants to take that feeling as much as he can. Adrian attempts to ease himself down without letting Jotaro slip free yet.]
[It's really something, isn't it, that he's been tugging and yanking and thrashing around on that leash for all this time, and in one pull Adrian just snaps it in two because he can't be fucked to leave it whole even a second longer. That's how breathtakingly strong his boyfriend is. And he's the guy who makes him look like he does now, tired and elated and glowing.
His Adrian.
In theory, he knows what he ought to do. What he wants to do. Ideally, he would get himself free and reach up to gather Adrian up in his arms and cuddle the shit out of him while they both wind down, like a good boyfriend.
Except that his hands come free, and it's like his body just stops. He had no idea he was this exhausted or this...overcome, but his arms hang pliant from his wrists where Adrian is rubbing at them, and he's suddenly so tired even the thought of moving feels like a herculean effort.]
Hey...can you keep doing that...?
[It's hard to even put into words how he feels just then. It's like he's floating, and a little detached, and vulnerable in a way he can't quite explain.
But he doesn't want Adrian to stop touching him. That much, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt.]
I...I dunno, I feel...good, but weird...tired, I — I just, just don't let go of me, okay...?
[Adrian nuzzles in close, but his hands continue to gently work, assisting in easing out tension and aches from being strung up for so long. Taking one wrist, he kisses it, then gives a second to the other wrist before he continues to gently rub them.
It's good to have this with him. Not all of Adrian is tarnished. Maybe he can heal, in due time.]
After all of that, a bit of vulnerability is understandable. [He looks at Jotaro, adoration in his face.] I have you. For as long as you need me.
Mmf. I think I was right before. You really are a succubus.
[Oof. Yeah, now that they're starting to move, and the endorphins are slowly starting to wear away...yeah, his arms definitely hurt from holding that position. But it's a good kind of hurt, he discovers. Like having Adrian pull his hair. Or the slow burn of a bite after the initial sting has faded away.
But Adrian gives voice to the words he's been grasping for, and he echoes them gratefully.]
...I need you. Don't lemme go.
[There are so many things he feels, just then. The stroke of Adrian's thumbs along his sore skin. The slick heat of still being buried so deep inside him. The residual pull in his shoulders. The heaviness of the collar secured snugly around his throat. The sting of his split lip. The weight of his eyelids as he fights to keep them open. He's so tired, but it's so different from the bone-weary, empty tired he remembers from the aftermath of fighting Dio.
He's been put through another wringer by another vampire, now, and the outcomes couldn't be more different.]
[He settles his weight more or less on top of Jotaro, but trying to make sure that he isn't putting too much pressure on him. Idly, his fingers continue to work, trying to sooth out Jotaro's wrists and arms from the ache he undoubtedly has.
The question makes him hesitate, then he relents with a nod.]
I was a little overwhelmed. But not because I was afraid or upset. I was happy-- I am happy. And relieved, I think.
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[He says, dreamily, while he basks in the feeling of Adrian shifting down the length of his body and dropping kisses against his skin the whole way. It's lazy and languid and so easy to lose himself in it, up until he feels long fingers wrap around his scaly cock and guide it up into position.
It's then that he swallows hard, and makes himself open his eyes, because more than anything he wants to watch this particular show, and he doesn't want to miss a second.]
Go slow. Wanna see your face.
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Even this... feels different. More vivid. Even your cock is so hot.
[Adrian starts to let him slowly slip inside, though his eyes are also trained on Jotaro's face, as if he can't afford to lose even a second of his reaction. During Iris, he doesn't need any slick either, and neither does he really like this. But the fitting is...]
It's like you fit me more this way.
[His voice is breathless as he goes, brows knitted, lips parted. Eventually, he finds himself sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting out a sigh.]
Good.
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But Jotaro has wanted this, secretly, deeply. He's wanted to see the way it looks as he enters him. He's wanted to be able to let his eyes roam from the twist of euphoria on Adrian's face to the stretch between his legs, just wanted to see the whole of what he does to him when they do this.
And this is their first. Another first. He's never been inside a — a vagina (fuck he can't even think it without blushing, what the fuck) and Adrian has never given this to anyone else. It's his. It's theirs. This is theirs, it's just them, a first for the both of them.
Sanguis loves it, and he barely even notices, because Jotaro loves it even more powerfully than his moonblessing.]
Y...Yeah. This is...
[Is he allowed to say this way was made for me? It's technically true, but it also sounds kind of stupid, and he can't help but turn his head to try to hide his face in his arm, hide his fevered blushing, as he thinks it.
But looking away means not being able to look at Adrian, and he's not stupid. So it's only a few seconds before he's lifted his head again, glassy-eyed and beaming with adoration.]
Wish I could touch you.
[His fingers flex.]
But I don't want you to let me out. I like it this way. Just — wanting you, so much.
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Next time, I want you to touch me as much as you want.
[Taking in a breath, he rolls his hips slowly, shivering at the way Jotaro slides inside of him. It feels good, definitely a perfect fit.]
Could invite Star with us. Have you both, maybe. How would that feel for you, I wonder-- maybe too much?
[He laughs airily, then groans as he rises up and slides back down onto Jotaro.]
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[It sounds like a promise, and that's why he can't help but echo it. They'll do this again. In his life of chances cut short and dreams gone unrealized because of a killing blow, he craves that sort of promise far more than he ever realized.
But the mention of Star makes him laugh, as does the electric pleasure that washes over him as Adrian starts to move, while moonlacing and desire twist up together and make him giddy.]
You're so full of it. Like you really want to see what it does to me, and not how it feels for you.
[He doesn't have a lot of leverage like this, not with Adrian's weight over his hips and his hands bound, but he can manage to rock his hips a little to meet Adrian. That's all, however — just the slightest good-faith attempt at helping. The rest of it is entirely in Adrian's control, and he's beautiful to watch.]
He — he wants his collar, too. Star. Before we're done. He's wanted to touch you this whole time, but — ah, I fucked up, made him my signal to stop. I didn't want you to think I needed to stop. Oh —
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I brought his. [Adrian has to pause and shiver, squirming over Jotaro.] It's in the bag, in the living room. You-- you can bring him out, get it, I'll put it on him.
Then he can join us. If you want.
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[Breathless, he closes his eyes and tries to rock his hips again, his fire-opal scales glistening with heat and the exertion.
A moment later, Star appears at the side of the bed, and he's barely even taken form before his large steady hand is wrapping around the back of Adrian's head, drawing him in for a messy kiss.
Quietly elated, Jotaro bites his lip against the phantom sensation, still watching through half-lidded eyes.]
...Hah. Guess he didn't feel like waiting...
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[Gladly, Adrian melts into the kiss, closing his eyes and reaching out for Star's cheek, stroking his fingers through his beautiful mane. Stroking down his cheek, nibbling his lower lip.]
Good boy. Get... my bag from the other room. I'll put the collar on.
[Adrian lifts himself up again, sinking back down with a sigh.]
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But obedience to Adrian's wishes is one of the implicit directions he's been given, and so soon enough he goes zipping away, returning in a flash with the aforementioned bag.
Eagerly, he offers it up; as he does, the tip of one finger comes to rest, painstakingly gentle, against one of the lingering burns on Adrian's body. Fixated, he follows the line of it with his finger, his face impassive and his eyes dark.
Ora, he pronounces softly, at last, and reaches to take Adrian's hand, making a deliberate show of weaving their fingers together for his view.]
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[Gently, he squeezes his hand with the Stand's, rolling his thumb over the knuckles.]
You're sweet. I'll be all right, I promise.
[Taking in a breath, he reaches into the bag and pulls out the collar, placing it snug around Star's neck.]
Look at you. So lovely.
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[That's not an assessment of the collar, but of the circumstances — a distinction that quickly becomes clear as Star moves around to crouch down at Jotaro's side, putting the both of them and their collars on display for Adrian's viewing pleasure.]
You and your pretty pets. Lookit.
[Jotaro's eyes close halfway, but then he starts to grin once again.]
You love it, don't you. Seeing us like this. Yours.
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You're both so perfect.
[More eagerly, he rocks himself on top of Jotaro, sighing in content and pleasure.]
Come here, my Star. Touch me.
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But they're both being indulgent, aren't they? He wants to play to Adrian's instincts. He wants to see him go silky and sly and toy with him like he'd been before. Of course he does, it's hot as hell.]
Haha...one well-behaved pet and one disobedient one.
[And it's very obvious which one he is, as Star carefully gets himself up onto the bed and moves around to hover behind Adrian, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that almost manages to be sweet, except for the way he winds up pressing his face against Adrian's neck, and the way his large hands stroke down his torso to grasp at his pecs.
Pleased with himself, Star shakes his head a little, making the hardware rattle.]
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[Continuing his pace from before, he proceeds with a leisure ride on top of Jotaro. He's only distracted when he feels Star behind him, cupping his chest; Adrian grasps and reaches back, running his fingers through his hair.]
Good. Good boy.
[Turning his head, he peppers kisses to Star's temple and brow.]
Come here-- kiss me.
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But he's not the only one enjoying himself; fed by his intentions, Star looks heady and pleased, soaking up the attention and making approving noises. His hands keep doing what Jotaro wishes his own could — rubbing Adrian's nipples, cupping his chest, stroking down his body to feel him up and tease him.
But when he's told to, Star moves obligingly — one might even say obediently — and shifts his hold to take Adrian by the waist and help keep him bouncing on Jotaro's cock while he himself chases down his lips for the kiss he demands.]
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The more fervent movement encouraged by Star makes him howl, hips trembling, and he smothers himself into Star's kiss with a whimper. Adrian holds tight onto the Stand, squirming and bucking on top of Jotaro.]
Good-- [He gasps against Star's lips.] --Like that, don't stop--
[God, he feels so close.]
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The sensation is already overwhelming as it is, just like this. What would it be like if Adrian made good on his teasing, and he and Star both were inside him at once?
A single thought shouldn't have the power to break him, but that one does. He's been teased for so long, aching and worked up, and finally he topples over the edge without even really meaning to, coming so hard his eyes squeeze shut and his vision goes white behind them.
And some of that euphoria clearly must carry over to Star, whose fingers bite in a little too deep around Adrian's hips, bruising the skin beneath them as he searches out kiss after kiss.]
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Star-- Jojo--
[It's the stronger grip that pushes him. He consciously makes the effort to let himself bruise, an eager mark to replace the lacerations on his flesh. He's eager to leave the past behind and take whatever Jotaro gives him. When he finishes, he's crying softly in relief, pleased tears rolling down his face.
Grasping for Star's arm, he murmurs:] That's it. I'm finished... you did so well. Good, good boy.
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But Star is steady as always, moving instinctively to support Adrian and let him go boneless in his arms if he likes. Gently, with precision and care, he remains like the silent guardian he is, nuzzling against his long hair and occasionally shifting to kiss the tears from his cheeks.
He doesn't, notably, try to move Adrian off — not yet. Maybe, deep down, Jotaro doesn't really want him to, and Star is simply obeying what he's implicitly told.]
Fffffffffffffff...uck...
[In about thirty seconds, his arms are going to start to hurt, but for the time being he just melts into a puddle of satisfaction, panting air through his parted lips and feeling the pressure of two collars around his throat with every breath.]
Oh, hell...this was a great idea...shit...
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Reaching out languidly, he unhooks the leash, uncaring to keeping it whole as he rips it off of Jotaro's wrists, careful to not pull too hard on his arms. Slowly, he rubs his thumbs in circles around Jotaro's hands and wrists.]
It was wonderful. And you-- you're marvelous.
[He doesn't want off yet. He likes being full of him, and wants to take that feeling as much as he can. Adrian attempts to ease himself down without letting Jotaro slip free yet.]
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His Adrian.
In theory, he knows what he ought to do. What he wants to do. Ideally, he would get himself free and reach up to gather Adrian up in his arms and cuddle the shit out of him while they both wind down, like a good boyfriend.
Except that his hands come free, and it's like his body just stops. He had no idea he was this exhausted or this...overcome, but his arms hang pliant from his wrists where Adrian is rubbing at them, and he's suddenly so tired even the thought of moving feels like a herculean effort.]
Hey...can you keep doing that...?
[It's hard to even put into words how he feels just then. It's like he's floating, and a little detached, and vulnerable in a way he can't quite explain.
But he doesn't want Adrian to stop touching him. That much, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt.]
I...I dunno, I feel...good, but weird...tired, I — I just, just don't let go of me, okay...?
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[Adrian nuzzles in close, but his hands continue to gently work, assisting in easing out tension and aches from being strung up for so long. Taking one wrist, he kisses it, then gives a second to the other wrist before he continues to gently rub them.
It's good to have this with him. Not all of Adrian is tarnished. Maybe he can heal, in due time.]
After all of that, a bit of vulnerability is understandable. [He looks at Jotaro, adoration in his face.] I have you. For as long as you need me.
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[Oof. Yeah, now that they're starting to move, and the endorphins are slowly starting to wear away...yeah, his arms definitely hurt from holding that position. But it's a good kind of hurt, he discovers. Like having Adrian pull his hair. Or the slow burn of a bite after the initial sting has faded away.
But Adrian gives voice to the words he's been grasping for, and he echoes them gratefully.]
...I need you. Don't lemme go.
[There are so many things he feels, just then. The stroke of Adrian's thumbs along his sore skin. The slick heat of still being buried so deep inside him. The residual pull in his shoulders. The heaviness of the collar secured snugly around his throat. The sting of his split lip. The weight of his eyelids as he fights to keep them open. He's so tired, but it's so different from the bone-weary, empty tired he remembers from the aftermath of fighting Dio.
He's been put through another wringer by another vampire, now, and the outcomes couldn't be more different.]
...Hey. Were you crying...?
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[He settles his weight more or less on top of Jotaro, but trying to make sure that he isn't putting too much pressure on him. Idly, his fingers continue to work, trying to sooth out Jotaro's wrists and arms from the ache he undoubtedly has.
The question makes him hesitate, then he relents with a nod.]
I was a little overwhelmed. But not because I was afraid or upset. I was happy-- I am happy. And relieved, I think.
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[The weight, surprisingly, is comforting. Not crushing or smothering, but heavy enough that it makes him feel good. Comfortably pinned. Safe.]
Did it feel that different, doing it...like that?
[He yawns a little, murmuring appreciatively at the impromptu massage.]
And why relieved?
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