[He sighs, long and slow, as Adrian's lips wrap around his wound and coax another taste out of him. He probably shouldn't be as okay with that as he is. He's a Joestar, or at least half of one, and he's letting a vampire drink from him.
(Well, at least half of one.)
But it doesn't hurt, really, which surprises him a little. He's just pleasantly numb and comfortably sedate, spoiled with attention and gentle care. He ought to open his mouth and tell Adrian that, he thinks. He did ask how he's feeling, after all. But it's nice to just be nonverbal too, and it takes him a bit before he comes around enough to find his voice.]
Good.
[He turns his head, trying to lean into Adrian over his shoulder, to nuzzle him or kiss him or something. Anything.]
no subject
(Well, at least half of one.)
But it doesn't hurt, really, which surprises him a little. He's just pleasantly numb and comfortably sedate, spoiled with attention and gentle care. He ought to open his mouth and tell Adrian that, he thinks. He did ask how he's feeling, after all. But it's nice to just be nonverbal too, and it takes him a bit before he comes around enough to find his voice.]
Good.
[He turns his head, trying to lean into Adrian over his shoulder, to nuzzle him or kiss him or something. Anything.]
You're hard again already...