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Maybe that's just my way of "turning purple".

[Figuratively speaking. Or maybe it's just a blue moon in the sky and the gravitational pull is drawing him into the realm of Got Game.]

...Do you want me to stop?

Stop?

[ He looks shocked at the very notion. ]

I would have told you or bitten you already. [ He gives the other monster a pat on the cheek. ] Don't stop, Jotaro. You're fine.

...Bitten me?

[He slides a hand up, coming to rest against Rohan's cheek to cup his face, but the thumb slides gingerly over to stroke at the corner of his mouth where he knows those devastating fangs are hidden.

The room goes a little hotter. His face looks a little pinker, too, beneath the skin.]

Those fangs of yours would liquefy me, wouldn't they?

[ Thaaaaat... Was a question. One that Rohan took to heart and had to literally analyze because is just like that. ]

I don't know. You and I have shared food before. It means you have had exposure to my venom and not burned up from the inside. [ HM... ] I don't think they would. That or I would break them if I bit you anyway.

You know. Rocks.

[ Garg scales are tough. ]

Why?

...No reason.

[Translation: there is absolutely a reason.]

It just sounds...interesting. Or I guess, not interesting, but. Uh...

[Cough. Cough.]

[ If this were anybody else it could be filed into Mitsuhide Weird Territory. ]

Which part of it? [ THIRSTY MINDS GOTTA KNOW. ]

The biting, the melting, or the me breaking my teeth?

All three? A combination of two? You can't hold out on me now.

...The biting. Though I guess it really doesn't make a difference, since like this you'd break your teeth on my skin and I don't know if it'd really be a good idea to test your fangs against my neck or something anyway.

[#TrueConfessions]

...

Anyway. Um. Just forget I said anything about it.

[ Listen, he's not shutting it down. When phrased THIS way, ya got Rohan taken out at the ankles because now he NEEDS to know.

For the

experience

remember that's his thing ]

... Do you want me to try it? I think the Fog God has dental.

[ this is one awkward seduction ]

[why didn't he just keep his big mouth shut

why did he have to use his words about a thing he might potentially be into

g o d]

...Do you want to? Like...at all? Or...

[ If Jotaro earns anything out of this, he has gotten Rohan to stay in a semi-permanent state of purple out of the meld of confusion and secondhand embarrassment he currently feels toward his boyfriend. Boygoyle. Baegoyle. ]

Shut up.

[ Stop talking, Jotaro. Stop making words with your face. Let him handle this because he damn well is. His nose twitches, trying to wake up his fangs buried in the roof of his mouth. His actual attraction to Jotaro doesn't involve eating him, thank goodness. His eyes pop a little flicker zoned in on one spot between Jotaro's shoulder and his neck-- the spot he usually uses to kill people. He isn't sure how the scales thing is going to go but he sure is ducking his head down to press a kiss there first.

Only then does he lift his head up enough, open his mouth and drop his fangs with a satisfying, fleshy crunch of his gums pulling them forward. He shifts only a passing glance to the gargoyle before a squeeze of his tail wrapped about his legs accompanies the scrape of his teeth against the purple scales lined in uniform along his neck.

It doesn't hurt his teeth much at all, but their points have to wedge through that makeshift reptile armor. Whiiich requires a little sideways sawing on his part. Whenever he can get through to the skin, they will sink in just a bit.

also he might be stuck

thanks ]

[Well. Well, okay, that kiss is very nice, actually; he goes out of his way to keep his neck covered as much as he does because the truth is it's always been a little bit sensitive that way, even with the new layer of scale armor in play. It's just kind of nice, a little sweet, a little easy —

And then all of a sudden it's a jolt, pain blossoming in the dead center of the sweet, and it hurts but it's not even bad, exactly — more like a necessary dash of citrus acid to cut something heavy and rich than a spoiling factor that ruins something previously relished.

It hurts but it doesn't; it's pain but there's no fear, because it's Rohan. It's certain death blunted by unrelenting trust, and he closes his eyes to enjoy it for just a few seconds.]

Ah —

[...And then Rohan doesn't pull away, and he starts to wonder.]

...Are you.

[...]

Did you wedge your teeth in there?

[ The energy he can smell Jotaro exuding is borderline intoxicating... If he likes this, he'll remember it.

But, uh. Pressing matters: ]

Justht a thec.... [ Rohan jerks himself up by the shoulders. One fang gives way and pops out but the other is pretty stuck in there. ]

[And that's when it happens.

Unfortunately for the way that Rohan's teeth are wedged into Jotaro's shoulder, that's precisely where "it" starts — with shaking of his shoulders, almost convulsively, and then a lowering of them as he hunches over from bringing his hands down to press on his knees to support himself. "It" ripples and shakes and builds up pressure in his chest, and then all of a sudden it bursts —

His laughter isn't usually like this, so full-bodied and booming instead of rumbling like distant thunder, but evidently this is the exception because he isn't just indulging a mere rippling of humor; he's actually laughing himself breathless, laughing until there are tears in his eyes, laughing until he actually presses a hand over his face and tries to physically push his expression back into stoicism and fails miserably from how hard he's just...laughing.

There is a snake who is also his boyfriend, who is stuck fang-deep in his shoulder, and he hasn't laughed like this since they fought and defeated The Sun, because very few things in life are approximately as phenomenally ridiculous as this, but this is decidedly one of them.]

[ Rohan is forced to sway with each shake of Jotaro's broad shoulders. He's worried about getting knocked with a wing or just ANYTHING that-- ]

Jotharo, don't move! [ What's that sound...? A foreign one. It sounds like some sort of battlecry at first that melts into legitimate laughter muffled only by the hand in the other monster's face. Rohan doesn't think it's funny at all, but he stops wiggling to stare up sideways.

This is a change.

Snakebutt releases the gargoyle's legs, winding across the floor haphazardly in an attempt to use his host's movements as a spot for leverage. He pulls-- and he's free, teeth SNAPPING up into his mouth and his tongue rather falling out of it from having been pushing on that fang itself. Rohan squints and scowls but Jotaro's laugh is such a pure sound that he can't help himself. ]

You--... [ He HUFFS, purple in the scales and only a little red in the face. Barely... ] You're lucky I like it when you smile or I would wipe it right off of your face!

You got stuck...!

[The part about Rohan liking it when he smiles will probably register in a few minutes, and he'll be privately delighted by it, but for the time being he's still caught up in laughing and laughing, so hard he almost doesn't even have the chance to catch his breath in between before it's bubbling back out of his mouth again in peals of mirth.]

In my s— in the sc— you got stuck — !

[Save him, it's like the years and the trauma are melting away from where he always privately carries them in his shoulders and the lines on his face; he sounds and looks like a boy instead of a soldier in a young man's skin, like his horns and scales and wings are a costume instead of a curse.]

[ Luckily, he doesn't need to nurse his tooth... The tooth is the least of his concerns because Rohan has only managed to capture THIS Jotaro on paper once in the last eight months. He is CONCERNED but only for a minute.

He hates to rain on his parade BUT-- ]

You hush your mouth this instant, Jotaro--! [ It probably won't work but he's going to reach out that hand of his to take Jotaro by the ear with a tug. ] You get your mouth stuck in me and see how you like it! [ Though image of it happening the other way around has the naga's lips curling up. Oh dear. ]

I-It's not funny... [ okay they're both laughing. look at where we are. ]

[The two most unlikely people are laughing themselves stupid right now. It's a good thing Josuke isn't here, or he'd probably knock both of them cold and start looking around for the enemy Stand user causing this.

One arm comes up, hooking easy but draping heavy around Rohan's shoulders, with his fingers seeking out the hair at the back of his head to dig in and rake through it in a fond, affectionately possessive move.]

M-Maybe that's what we should t-try next...

[Okay. Okay. Get it together. Don't keep — hahahaha — laughing.]

I can't believe that just happened. We're such shit at this.

[ Rohan's tail coils along the floor to compensate for the weight on his shoulders. He hasn't laughed like this since God knows when. Has it really been that long? Not a complaint can be heard. Let's be thankful for that.

Rohan briefly buries his face in Jotaro's shoulder. Little bitty hissing noises start to drown out the laughter, pulling into a dull ssssssssnicker instead of all-out chortling. ]

Aaaah... We are, aren't we? [ He looks up again with a shift of his jaw. ] This isn't my fault. You were the one who wanted to "experiment" here...

[Oh, no, how cute. Oh, no, snake laughter sounds like a tea kettle hissing, that's so cute, that's too cute.]

Hah...yeah, but we already knew I was going to be shit at this. You're the one with a —

[He pauses, laughing again.]

— reputation to uphold...

[ Delighted as they both seem to be, this Christmas Miracle has brought a moment of peace between the pair that seldom comes with laughter. They are both so serious that it is a jolt to the system to hear them both laughing in the same room.

If Lorna hears it, she might have a panic attack and think they are sick or something. ]

My reputation doesn't mean anything when I'm at home. Not anymore, anyway. [ Rohan props his pretty green gaze skyward, tugging a bit at Jotaro's arm so he may press another kiss to his smiling lips. It's perfect. ]

Nobody sees what I do here. [ A beat. ] I love you, Jotaro. I'm... Glad that I have someone to spend tonight with.

[And now, herein lies the question, as his laughter dies down beneath the soft press of a kiss and a warm buzzing sort of calm drifts down to cover over him like a phantom blanket: can he do it. Can he stick the landing. Can he fix his eyes on the bar and somehow manage to hurdle over the top of it instead of doing a majestic baseball slide right under like he usually does.]

...Yeah. Me too. I, uh.

[It's strange; he still hasn't said the words themselves, but he doesn't sound flustered or reluctant. If anything, he's just calm and a little bit lazy in his contentment, taking his time in favor of returning Rohan's kiss on his mouth with one pressed affectionately to his temple.]

I like the fish. And I love you, too.

[ The reciprocated expression of feelings has a tag on it in the form of Rohan poking at Jotaro's chest with a finger. ]

Keep that fish alive. I'm not getting you a new one if it goes belly-up. [ Serious but not demanding. This naga went through Hell to get that fish, goddammit. He unwinds himself from Jotaro and lets his eyes roll to the door. He COULD leave. It's still dark out for the morning. Jotaro probably isn't tired, but he is.

What does he do? He hauls the too-much of himself up onto the gargoyle's bed to the point where very little of it isn't awkwardly covered in piles and piles of scales. This is a moment where having his legs would have been useful. ]

I'm sleeping here.

[...Oh. You know, ordinarily, he'd probably be affronted at the fact that he'd once had a bed and now it's basically completely covered in muscle and scales and snake coils — and he sort of is, except that it's also completely covered in boyfriend and that gives him pause.

I'm sleeping here, he says, casually. And, okay, it's not like he hasn't slept in close quarters with plenty of people before, it's not like that's weird. But it makes him happy, too, like an echo of the way they'd been laughing before, fading ripples along the surface of a pond.

Having Rohan in his life is so great.]

That's my bed, you know.

[He feigns a moment of exasperation, making sure to avert his eyes in a half-aloof pose before remarking idly: ]

So if you sleep in it, that makes you mine, too.

[But somehow, he doubts Rohan is going to have a problem with that, and the notion makes him smile.]

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i thiiiiink we can wrap up in the next couple posts if that sounds good!

sounds good to me, yeah!

if you want to wrap it up on ur next post it's up 2 u!

you got it!

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