Once a month. To give you time to recover, so I know I'm not taking so much from you.

[He huffs at the tug in his hair, liking it. Adrian reaches out, his arm around Jotaro's waist.]

I trust you to also tell me if I drink too much, or when you aren't ready. But I want to as well. To bite, to leave my mark. Everyone will see, and we will know what it's from. Who it's from.

[Adrian nuzzles in close, his nose bumping against Jotaro's pulse. The promise of him being alive, blood pumping. It's a comfort.]