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[You're not going to hurt me, he almost says, except that it occurs to him just in time that that's probably exactly what Alucard doesn't want to hear right now. Alucard, who tore Dio's head off and crushed it in his hands, who fears losing himself to the vampire inside him more than anything else in the world...Alucard doesn't want to hear you won't any more than he wants to say I want. They're both questions of restraint, aren't they, and ones that Alucard has to contend with alone.

So he bites his tongue, kicking the door closed behind them with the heel of one foot while he keeps his attention on Alucard, and tries a more careful approach.]

I'll tell you if I need you to stop. And I have Star. He'll look out for me.

[He backs up a half-step, making just enough room to get hold of his sweatshirt and shuck it unceremoniously off, the soft cotton shirt beneath it following quickly after. It leaves him standing in just his pants, bared to the waist, open to be touched.

He knows how many scars there are, left behind on his skin — the place where Anubis's sword had pierced his stomach, gasoline burns here, knife wounds there. He doesn't think much of them by now; he supposes they're probably unsightly. Mostly when he looks at himself he focuses on the muscle instead of the skin — the firm ridges of each abdominal muscle in isolation, the sharp angles of his hipbones. His pants ride low on his hips; a faint dusting of black hair is just barely visible, joined by the trail that runs south of his navel.

He looks all right, he supposes. It's just his body, that's all.

A moment's hesitation later, he opens the button on his pants and shoves them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time and leaving them abandoned on the floor, with the boxers beneath following soon after. Even bared, he doesn't find himself particularly self-conscious; he wonders if that's Alucard's influence, or something else.]

So. ...Look all you want, I guess. This is me.

That's true.

[It must be nice that Jotaro is never alone, he thinks. Perhaps a Stand is not quite like a person, but he's never truly alone, and that's something. He tries not to be envious.

As the shower warms up, he watches Jotaro undress bit by bit. The scars make him pause. A story to each one, no doubt, from the adventures he's had. He should probably revel more in that he's completely undressed, but more than that he feels like Jotaro is baring himself open in a way that others wouldn't normally see. Not in nudity, but the way the past has engraved itself onto him, for better or for worse.

Reaching out, he traces down Jotaro's chest, his claws dragging over his skin. He feels a shudder, an overwhelming surge of heat.]

You're beautiful.

[As if to ensure it isn't unbalanced between them, he tugs off his pajama pants. It'll be impossible to hide how he's dripping now, but he can't really be bothered with it. They're showering anyway.]

I think that's my line...

[It's been a while since he's last seen Alucard like this, but it isn't the first time. The image has been burned into his memory since last month, every bit of how the depressed sleepy bitch had looked writhing over his lap. It's easier to look at him now when he's upright and the lights are on, and the truth is he's never devoted vast amounts of time to thinking about what he tends to go for in a person, but it's not as though Alucard makes it difficult.

It's hard to imagine that someone so exquisitely lovely could ever feel out of place anywhere, but he reminds himself of that sternly. Alucard has shown him so much of the things he hides behind a flawless and uncompromising exterior; it would be foolish to forget that.

But lest he get lost in his thoughts, the soft scrape of Alucard's claws drags him back out of it, refocusing his attention on the present moment, impossible to disregard or ignore. It tugs a short gasp out of his throat, and before he can be enticed to move beneath the spray of the water, he leans in close to Alucard's ear.]

In your memories...I overheard something. Something I shouldn't have. But I can't take it back, so...

[It's important. This is important. And he doesn't want to get it wrong.]

I'd like to call you by your name sometime. If you'll let me. Only if you let me.

[Even just Jotaro's voice is enough right now, making him shudder slightly as he tips his head and leans toward him instinctively.

Right. Mother-- rather, the simulation of her --had called him that, didn't she? He wonders, but eventually he nods.]

I would let you, Jojo.

You can call me Adrian.

Okay. Just when it's us. I know...your name is a thing, for you. I get it, if you're Alucard outside of these walls.

[He runs his hands up Alucard's sides, then gently nudges him toward the shower spray, which by now has had ample time to heat; already, the air in the enclosed room is getting pleasantly humid, and the mirror has the slightest hint of fog clinging to its surface.]

Go on. I'll be right behind you.

[He draws a breath. Alucard, he reminds himself, is petrified of overstepping a boundary. He needs to know what's okay. Even when it feels gawky in his mouth or difficult to do — he needs to do it, for Alucard's sake.]

You can put your hands...it's okay to touch me. Like you've been doing, or...or whatever. Whatever feels right.

It is a duty.

[And being Alucard makes him feel less like the tragic son of Dracula and Lisa. But with Jotaro, he can stand to let that go, and just be Adrian, at least just within these walls.

As he steps into the shower, he feels better at the permission granted. He breathes in, nods, and turns to face Jotaro after he's inside. Holding out his hand, he takes Jotaro's tugging him inside.]

And you as well, of course. You can touch me. I would like it if you did.

...Yeah. I know.

[The hot spray of the shower is sudden, but it feels good. The angle of the showerhead is calibrated for someone his height, which is likewise a nice and familiar touch. It's nice that Alucard is the same height as him, in a lot of ways. Nice because of the shower, nice because he doesn't have to bend down to kiss him. They could put things on high shelves if they wanted and it wouldn't be a problem. That's a nice thought.]

C'mere, little bat.

[The proximity of the shower already ensures that he doesn't have far to lean to reach Alucard; they're already well within each others' personal space just for the sake of being in it together. So all he really has to do is settle his hands on Alucard's hips for balance's sake; once he's sure Alucard isn't going anywhere, it's easy to bring his lips to Alucard's neck and bite him — not harshly, but deliberate, with the help of his Sanguis teeth.]

How's that for touching you?

[Somehow, the hands on his hips scorch him much more strongly than the heat of the water. He shivers, tipping his head, letting the sharp Sanguis teeth press against his throat. Just a bit rough, just a bit hard, but not painful.]

Good.

Would you... [He licks his lips, placing his arms around Jotaro's waist and letting his claws drag lightly over his back.] Would you put your fingers into me while you bite me?

[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.]

It's okay. ...It's worth waiting with you.

[The slow pace makes him twitch in anticipation, almost impatient as Jotaro's hand roams down. He tips his head, leaning it against Jotaro's. Lower and lower still, and he spreads his legs out just a bit before finally, the very tip of his finger curls in.

It would be much harder without any lubrication, but he's wet and been wet for awhile. There's hardly any resistance at all as Jotaro's finger pushes in. Alucard sighs, his fingers curling against Jotaro's back before relaxing.]

Yes. More-- more, please. [It's suddenly very, very apparent even to himself how hard he's been holding back, wanting nothing more than even just his touch.]

Here. C'mon, like this...

[He checks his balance, making sure he's steady on his feet even despite the wet tile, ready to brace and hold Alucard if he needs to. One hand of his is occupied with rocking in and out of him; the other shifts from Alucard's hip to the underside of his thigh, trying to guide him into lifting his leg to wrap around him. It'll open him up; it'll get them closer, and also give him a better angle to work.

Plus, it's just kind of hot.

And, he reminds himself, Alucard isn't wholly human. His needs are different, but his body is different, too. He heals on his own, and his pain tolerance is astronomically higher than a human's. He let himself be punched through the gut, for fuck's sake, as a tactical strategy; a little rough play isn't going to irreparably hurt him.

So he skips two fingers and goes right to three, twisting his wrist to make them fit at first, and driving into him almost immediately once they're in, not leaving much time to adjust or catch his breath along the way.]

[The position isn't difficult to hold, and it does let him get closer to Jotaro. Like this, he squeezes his leg around Jotaro's hips, settling in as near as he can. Too quickly, he feels himself getting hard and he's certain Jotaro can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against his belly.

He breathes in at the sudden spread of three fingers, how they twist inside--]

Oh! [Alucard gasps and his hips jerk, reveling in the sudden pace. It's that deep itch he can't quite scratch for himself and Jotaro is helping him reach it.

He squeezes over his fingers, absolutely dripping without any help of the shower.]

[He feels it. He definitely feels it, and that's not the only thing; he's starting to get turned on himself, and while it's not like he's keeping scrupulous track or anything, he knows deep down that Sanguis has exerted some kind of influence over his dick, as well as the rest of him. By touch alone, he's been able to tell — it's thicker, more ridged than it ought to be otherwise, but it's not like he's going to just go around obsessing over weird moon changes to his cock so up until now, he's mostly tried to put it out of his mind.

But not anymore. There's no putting this out of his mind, not when he's starting to stand at attention himself and fuck, there's literally no chance Alucard isn't going to feel...all of that.

Shit. He'll worry about it later. He's busy now.]

Fuck, you're really wet...

[It's like it was before, on the couch with the towels, only this is probably better; much easier to make a mess when the tile will wash. He tries to think back to the toy they'd used that time, how Alucard had moved on it, and makes his hand follow a similar rhythm to try to repeat it as best he can.]

Tell...tell me when you're close, okay...?

[Though he can't see in his position, he can feel it, the base of Jotaro's cock against his hip and thigh. That... probably isn't normally like that, and undoubtedly the moon has changed a lot, but he doesn't care. If anything, the thought of having that inside instead makes him moan, the sound echoing in the bathroom.]

It's good-- Jojo--

[He buries his face against Jotaro's neck for a moment, whining against him, trying to squirm and press himself down impatiently onto Jotaro's hand. It's quick, how fast he feels himself building up. The toy only helps so much, but actually being with someone makes all the difference.]

I'm close--

[For him to be this close that fast, Jotaro's already well aware that this isn't going to be the only time he sates the fire inside of Alucard tonight. Not that he's complaining, not by a long shot, but — yeah, this definitely isn't a one-time thing, either. He'll hear these moans again. They'll do this in a bed along with a shower. Maybe they'll do it a lot of different ways, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter right now, except that it's nice to know.

It crosses his mind, fleetingly, that he could use Star to help finish Alucard off, but he dismisses the notion almost as soon as he thinks it. He's not sharing this even with his Stand, not this time. No toys, no outside help. This one is his, even if he breaks his wrist keeping up with the way Alucard's putting his whole body into trying to grind down onto him.]

Yeah...

[He hitches him up a little more solidly, presses into him harder, spreads his fingers inside him to make it feel fuller, wider, more.]

Then come...Adrian.

[The spread of the fingers is one thing, but somehow hearing his name on Jotaro's lips is really what pushes him. Adrian howls, tipping his head back as he comes, clenching in spasms around Jotaro's fingers and rocking against him. He releases everything, a dripping mess dribbling down between them and down Jotaro's wrist.

He's left breathing hard against Jotaro's neck, coming down with a sigh and lazy kisses against his skin.]

Mm.

[Adrian rubs his cheek again Jotaro's throat and shoulder, desperately affectionate.]

Thank you. [It does really take the edge off, at least for awhile.]

[It's one thing to do this with a stolen toy and the help of his Stand, adding a layer of faux-removal to the whole thing, but there's no rationalizing his way out of this. He scooped Alucard (Adrian) up in his arms and he worked him over and he's the reason they're both a mess right now. His hand is covered in slick up to the wrist. He's so hard it's almost maddening.

But for a second, it's just nice to have Adrian draped on him the way that he is, panting and cuddly. His fingers are still inside him and he moves them more slowly now, almost a leisurely pace, but still moving to continue drawing out the afterglow.]

Hey...

[He shifts his weight, trying to keep from just grinding on Adrian outright, but it's harder than it sounds — and so is he.]

Listen...can you...

[He clears his throat into an embarrassed huff.]

Will you do something to me...?

[It's a terrible combination, Iris and his vampirism. He's able to recover quickly, and he almost wants to beg for more, beg for Jotaro to fuck him until he screams, but he doesn't. He swallows and just tries to focus on the fingers still moving slowly, still filling him up and making him feel good.]

Of course.

[He loosens his embrace, leaning back to look at Jotaro proper.]

What is it?

[It occurs to him, vaguely, that Adrian isn't getting any less slick, even after having what was to all appearances a pretty satisfying orgasm. They're not done, not by a longshot. And he has to remember, has to keep reminding himself, that Adrian won't let himself want. Adrian is afraid of taking too much, so he'll tell himself to just be happy with whatever he gets, whether it's really enough or not.

The Sanguis in him chafes at the thought. This is his Iris, his little bat. He shouldn't want for anything. He should be happy. He should be purring; he'd purred the last time, sort of, and it felt amazing to know that he was responsible for it. He wants him to be happy, he wants so much for him to be happy —

And all of a sudden, he remembers. That's — that feeling, that's almost definitely how Adrian feels, too. About him, all the time, because of the vampire side of him. He remembers how sweetly Adrian always touches his hair, how pleased he'd looked when he'd said the food was good. How much he'd wanted to draw him a bath and make him comfortable and spoil him.

Oh.

This is what it's like for Adrian all the time.

...Oh.]

You, um. You've done this before...right. So you know the things you like?

[Done this with a partner, he realizes belatedly that he should've clarified, but the moment is gone too quick to remedy it.]

Do that to me. What you like, I want to feel that. Whatever you think feels best, that's what I want you to do to me.

[It's never really occurred to him that Jotaro never has done anything like this before. That-- oh. His fangs click a little and he breathes in sharply. He's trying to not let the thought tantalize him. He's worked hard to try to keep himself from delving into this too hard, but--]

I can do that.

[Adrian licks his lips.]

Am I your first? I don't ask to embarrass you.

[But his ears are perked, curious. He's trying to not be excited at the notion.]

[For a second, he glances away, which is probably answer enough in and of itself. But he's calm with Adrian, moreso than he'd be with just about anyone else, and he's wise enough to Adrian's little tells to be sure that he's telling the truth; his interest here isn't the setup for a punchline.]

I was...kinda hoping it wasn't that obvious.

[The edge of his lip catches beneath his teeth; he worries lightly at the skin.]

I didn't want you to think something was making me. You, or Sanguis, or...

[He shakes his head a little, hot water streaming down the sides of his face, licking at his skin like tongues.]

I know how to say no to you. I've said no before, you know that. I know what I'm getting into. And...I know how to make it stop if it's too much. That's why I thought...why I didn't say anything.

It isn't a problem, and I don't worry about you lacking the capability to say no. It's... just something else.

[Something that he hopes won't make this a problem. Adrian breathes in sharply, and he winds his arms around Jotaro again to embrace him, nuzzling his throat.]

There are many things I enjoy. We'll start small.

Turn around, keep your back to me. I'll take care of you.

Don't be too nice.

[In any other situation, he probably would've figured it out by now, but in his defense, it's hard to put any sort of significant thought toward anything while he's busy focusing on getting Adrian off with his fingers and also being immensely turned on while he's at it.

He lingers in Adrian's arms a minute, just basking in the heat of the water and the comforting feeling of being held, then nods and slowly turns around, automatically reaching behind him to try to find Adrian's hip as he does. It's amazing just how much the anticipation skyrockets as soon as he isn't looking directly at Adrian anymore; touching him is like grounding himself, a little, as he holds his breath to wait and see what will happen.]

And — I'm giving you permission. In advance. If you get me with your teeth, it's okay. Okay? If it happens, it happens. M'not gonna be mad.

I'll be as nice as I please, Jojo.

[Once Jotaro's turned around, Adrian loops his arms back around his waist, wings doing a sufficient job of covering him more, a blanket embrace. Idly, he mouths along Jotaro's shoulder, up to his neck, his fangs just dragging but not piercing flesh. He wants to, so badly.]

...All right.

[One hand strokes down Jotaro's bare thigh, then back up to loosely curl his hand around the base of Jotaro's cock.]

Now look down. Look down at someone else touching you.

[Oh, that's cozy and nice; he's so used to always being the big spoon (by virtue of being bigger than pretty much anyone else) that the feeling of someone else pressed up against his back is deliciously novel. There are so many little sensations to focus on — the way the embrace of his wings keep some of the steamy heat close to his body, the scrape of teeth too sharp to be teeth against the meat of his neck and shoulder. He almost jumps when Adrian's hand rubs up against his thigh, but mellows rapidly once he figures out where this is going.

Or at least, where he thinks it's going.

To say he's unprepared for Adrian's persuasive purr would be a wild understatement. It's not like he hasn't touched himself before. It's not like he hasn't looked, either. But this time when he looks down, it won't be his own hand; look down at someone else touching you and oh fuck, oh fuck, how can such a small idle thing have him trembling so fast?]

Shit...

[The grip settling so gently around his cock isn't his own. Those aren't his fingers. That's not his warmth, not his friction. It's such a small stupid thing but it's so much at the same time, enough that it pulls a startled moan out of his throat as he looks down with glassy eyes and his mouth hanging slightly open.]

Al— Adrian...

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