[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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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.]