[Adrian doesn't knock this time. Usually, he prefers to be polite, but for this he doesn't waste time. With his key, he opens the door, sliding in as quietly as possible before locking it behind him.
Quietly, he comes in, then pauses a moment. He shouldn't, he thinks briefly, has been thinking on that during his way here. He doesn't deserve it, he can't help but think that.
But he has missed Jotaro. Missed being close, tender, and so affectionate. Instead, he's been tending to punishing himself.
No. Jotaro has made it clear he wants Adrian right now. So he lets the thought roll off his shoulders for now and he opens the door to find how Jotaro and Star are entwined.]
[There's a lot to dislike about Iris. It's not just some stupid machismo thing, even, as it is just...there's a lot about Iris that is unpleasant to have to cope with, comparatively, when Sanguis has always left him feeling restless and possessive but at the very least still somewhat in control.
There is no control, with Iris. At least there isn't for Jotaro, too unaccustomed to the experience to have yet learned how to properly cope with it. Undergoing it knocks him cold — or rather, heated, and it's hard to submit himself to it when it feels like he should be stronger and tougher and better than its influences but he can't.
But — maybe that's part of what lets it feel good, too. The part about having to let go and surrender to it. He'd mapped it out once as a part of his research, Iris is dependent and he's never liked being that way, but now he's got no other choice.
Maybe there's value in that, though. Especially now. Adrian's had plenty of opportunity to punish himself and hide away, and meanwhile he's been strong for the both of them, leaving him all the space he needs.
But maybe it's good to turn the tables like this. Maybe it's time for Adrian to be needed instead of needy, and there's nothing like an Iris heat to facilitate that.
Quiet as it is, he still hears the door latch click open, and the breathless anticipation of Adrian's arrival makes him moan. The uncomfortable sheets have had him shifting around no less than three times since he started, and right now he's so hot and so unmindful of anything else that he's halfway on top of Star, grinding aimlessly against his hip with his legs spread wide and two thick fingers pistoning steadily in and out of him.
Adrian isn't a Sanguis, but he's still half-vampire. He wonders dizzily if he can scent it, even from the distance he's at. The rabbit in him senses it, too, and his velvety black ears prick up with curiosity, even while his cottonball tail gives a little twitch above where Star's fingers are at work.]
Ah...!
[Making noise just seems to make sense, right now. If he makes noise, if he purrs and whines and keens, then the predator in his midst will know he's here, molten and waiting. He'll hurry to take care of him. He needs it.
He whimpers, shoving back harder onto Star's fingers, and for a second the jolt is exquisite and nearly, nearly satisfying. But then it fades, all too soon, and he shakes his head in frustration, driving his hips back again to try to reclaim the sensation.]
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and it aches
[...]
shit
yeah
yeah that started too
it's a lot
it's really w
wet
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he can
he
oh
there he is
i didn't know his chest was so soft
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It's so comfortable to lay against.
Let him touch you until I'm there. And tell me how it feels.
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ok
dunno why i don't do t his more ofte n
he's pettin gme
like you do
hes pulling my leg up
ady i'm not tellin ghim to do anything
hes just doing it
its just star
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Good. I'm glad he can take care of you until I'm there.
Tell him. Tell him he's a good boy.
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yeah
he's good
he's so good
he's uh
he's in me
it's a lot but
i like that it's a lot
it's just one finger
but it's big
thick
i'm so wet it doesn't hurt at all
but he won't get me off
not even if i want him to
not if you're not here
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Yes. Wait for me.
How lucky I am I have the key you gave me.
Just another moment.
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hurry please
he's biting my n
neck
he knows youre coming
wants you to
he wants you to see what he did
to me
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Quietly, he comes in, then pauses a moment. He shouldn't, he thinks briefly, has been thinking on that during his way here. He doesn't deserve it, he can't help but think that.
But he has missed Jotaro. Missed being close, tender, and so affectionate. Instead, he's been tending to punishing himself.
No. Jotaro has made it clear he wants Adrian right now. So he lets the thought roll off his shoulders for now and he opens the door to find how Jotaro and Star are entwined.]
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There is no control, with Iris. At least there isn't for Jotaro, too unaccustomed to the experience to have yet learned how to properly cope with it. Undergoing it knocks him cold — or rather, heated, and it's hard to submit himself to it when it feels like he should be stronger and tougher and better than its influences but he can't.
But — maybe that's part of what lets it feel good, too. The part about having to let go and surrender to it. He'd mapped it out once as a part of his research, Iris is dependent and he's never liked being that way, but now he's got no other choice.
Maybe there's value in that, though. Especially now. Adrian's had plenty of opportunity to punish himself and hide away, and meanwhile he's been strong for the both of them, leaving him all the space he needs.
But maybe it's good to turn the tables like this. Maybe it's time for Adrian to be needed instead of needy, and there's nothing like an Iris heat to facilitate that.
Quiet as it is, he still hears the door latch click open, and the breathless anticipation of Adrian's arrival makes him moan. The uncomfortable sheets have had him shifting around no less than three times since he started, and right now he's so hot and so unmindful of anything else that he's halfway on top of Star, grinding aimlessly against his hip with his legs spread wide and two thick fingers pistoning steadily in and out of him.
Adrian isn't a Sanguis, but he's still half-vampire. He wonders dizzily if he can scent it, even from the distance he's at. The rabbit in him senses it, too, and his velvety black ears prick up with curiosity, even while his cottonball tail gives a little twitch above where Star's fingers are at work.]
Ah...!
[Making noise just seems to make sense, right now. If he makes noise, if he purrs and whines and keens, then the predator in his midst will know he's here, molten and waiting. He'll hurry to take care of him. He needs it.
He whimpers, shoving back harder onto Star's fingers, and for a second the jolt is exquisite and nearly, nearly satisfying. But then it fades, all too soon, and he shakes his head in frustration, driving his hips back again to try to reclaim the sensation.]