[It's just the heat of the shower, he tells himself. Just the heat of the shower turning his cheeks red, that's all. It's hot beneath the water. Of course he'd turn red. It's from the heat. That's all it is.
Of course, if that's the heat, and he's reacting because he's hot, then it doesn't make a whole lot of sense that he shivers when Alucard's claws trail down his back, but that happens, too.]
Yeah. M'sorry for making you wait.
[It's not weird, he reminds himself. It's not weird, but it's also not the fib he'd told himself last month, not purely medicinal or purely just for Alucard's relief. He wants to be close to Alucard tonight. He asked to come here, knowing full well that this was likely to happen. It's nervewracking, and his mind is looking for excuses to feel nervous. That's all it is.
Better to focus on Alucard, he muses, and focuses on the way the shower spray is streaming down their water-slick limbs, keeping them warm while Alucard tucks in against him, while he lowers his own chin to rest on Alucard's shoulder.]
Easy, now.
[He skims his hand slowly down Alucard's back, letting him feel every inch of the descent so he knows exactly what's happening and when, and instead of stopping at the small of his back like usual, Jotaro hesitates before sliding his hand slowly lower — over the curve of his ass, fitting it for a moment against his palm, then inward in search of his slick, waiting entrance.
Fuck, he's wet, and it isn't a bit from the shower.
One is right to start with, though he expects Alucard would probably insist otherwise. One fingertip nudges gently at the rim of his entrance, rubbing softly, then curls inward and pushes carefully inside.]
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Of course, if that's the heat, and he's reacting because he's hot, then it doesn't make a whole lot of sense that he shivers when Alucard's claws trail down his back, but that happens, too.]
Yeah. M'sorry for making you wait.
[It's not weird, he reminds himself. It's not weird, but it's also not the fib he'd told himself last month, not purely medicinal or purely just for Alucard's relief. He wants to be close to Alucard tonight. He asked to come here, knowing full well that this was likely to happen. It's nervewracking, and his mind is looking for excuses to feel nervous. That's all it is.
Better to focus on Alucard, he muses, and focuses on the way the shower spray is streaming down their water-slick limbs, keeping them warm while Alucard tucks in against him, while he lowers his own chin to rest on Alucard's shoulder.]
Easy, now.
[He skims his hand slowly down Alucard's back, letting him feel every inch of the descent so he knows exactly what's happening and when, and instead of stopping at the small of his back like usual, Jotaro hesitates before sliding his hand slowly lower — over the curve of his ass, fitting it for a moment against his palm, then inward in search of his slick, waiting entrance.
Fuck, he's wet, and it isn't a bit from the shower.
One is right to start with, though he expects Alucard would probably insist otherwise. One fingertip nudges gently at the rim of his entrance, rubbing softly, then curls inward and pushes carefully inside.]