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[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...

There it is. Look at how nicely you fit into my hand. You're positively scalding.

[And he appreciates hearing his name, his true name. No Alucard under this roof right now. Just Adrian. And how his name sounds so divine coming from his lips like this. Against Jotaro's throat, he smiles, slowly starting to stroke him, careful with his claws.]

I've wondered how you'd feel inside of me. All these ridges. You could make me scream.

But perhaps I'll have you cry out first?

[An open mouthed kiss is pressed to Jotaro's shoulder, just over his star birthmark.]

S-Sanguis...that's Sanguis...

[Lord knows he doesn't normally have a dick that...exotic, but that's a Sanguis alteration he's tried hard not to dwell on very much. It's hard to regret it right now, anyway, when the smoothness of Adrian's palm, lightly calloused from years spent handling a sword, is rubbing and bumping along the topography of it, making him squirm.

(There's a slight swelling near the base and he's not thinking about that either, he's absolutely knot thinking about what that's all about.)

Unable to resist, he rocks his hips slightly forward, still watching Adrian's hand move over him like he was told to, watching the way the roll of his hips makes his cock move against Adrian's hand right back. He could focus on nothing but that, and would, but for the kiss that halos his birthmark and makes him tremble from the proximity to such a sensitive, emotionally-charged place on his body.]

Thought about it, huh... [He sucks a shuddery breath.] What did I scream in your daydreams, hah...was it your name, or something else?

I know. It's such an interesting change. I like it. But I'm sure I'd like how it normally is, too.

[As Jotaro shifts and starts rocking toward his hand, Adrian gives a rumble of approval, his teeth gently nipping at the back of his neck. He likes seeing it, Jotaro engaging properly now. Adrian can't help but glance over his shoulder, watching how his cock disappears with each motion into Adrian's palm.

So he tightens his grip a little more, giving something more snug for Jotaro to fuck into.]

My name. Adrian.

Adrian.

[He echoes the word, nearly sighing over every syllable as pleasure and chroma both start to really radiate through him. It isn't the first time he's thought of the potential for moonlacing to be the world's most addictive drug, but on a night like tonight, he's just so damn relieved not to feel bad that he doesn't care. Not tonight. He'll gorge himself on touch and heat and sex tonight and not give a damn about it. He wants to feel good, and tonight that's not too much to ask.

It was good already; it's better with a more solid grip, more friction and firmer pressure, making his nerve endings start to spark.]

Am I always inside you? Aah...when you think about me?

[He rocks his hips hard, hissing satisfaction when it hits him just right and makes something sharp and white-hot jolt through his thighs, and tries to chase the feeling with a rapidity that has him shaking.]

[It sounds so pretty coming from him. He's Jotaro's first, his name on his lips, his to make feel good. Carefully, he's pressing down a bit more with his thumb, letting the tip of Jotaro's cock bump against it.]

No. Sometimes I take you instead. Slow, and gently. Just opening you with my hands, then pushing inside.

I'm sure you must be warm. I'd never want to come out.

I'd let you...if it weren't for the claws, hhah...

[What a shame, really. There's a part of him that wants to feel Adrian's fingers working inside him, to experience what Adrian himself has begged for so often in the throes of Iris. Sure, he's experimented a little himself, in the shower and alone, mostly out of curiosity. But never with someone else, and never like this.

What a shame about the claws. Maybe it'll have to wait until the next time, sometime when it's not Iris.]

M'getting close...I think. Feels so good...

Another time, then. If you're inclined.

[Close, he's close. Good. Adrian sighs against him, pressing his cock against Jotaro's as, hard again from just watching him rock against Adrian's palm. He mouths over his shoulder again, then strokes his hand a little faster.]

Good.

I'll make sure you feel relaxed tonight, Jojo. Lean against me, let me feel you.

[He bites down hard on his lip, tearing his eyes away from Adrian's hand for a minute before making himself look again. He kind of liked that, he discovers, the being-made-to thing. It's sort of dirty that way, but just a little bit. Just enough to add a little edge of embarrassment to the things he's feeling, woven through them in a way that leaves him feeling good and sharp in a way he can't quite explain.

It's pretty crazy that he's this worked up over a fairly basic handjob, but he supposes Adrian just has that sort of effect on him. Maybe they have that effect on each other. Maybe he'll think more about it at a time when he can't feel Adrian's renewed hardness nudging at his ass while he works him up so expertly.]

You sure you're not a, a succubus or something...

[Shit. His resolve is breaking fast, and he sags backward against Adrian without protest, focusing all of his attention on the rhythm and the effort it takes to buck his hips, chasing after his impending climax.

It won't be long now. He's starting to shake; his thighs are quivering. If Adrian weren't here supporting him, hell, he might've stumbled by now, but god, he's so close.]

[Adrian resists the urge to correct him with you're thinking of an incubus, obviously, considering now would be a terrible time to do that and potentially ruin the moment they're having. Instead, he just chuckles against Jotaro's throat, dragging his tongue there, finding his pulse and purring at the feeling of his blood pumping.

Once he has Jotaro's weight against him, he grins sharply, and he rolls his own hips. His cock is just sliding along the cleft of Jotaro's ass, not inside, not that he could without preparation anyway. The point is that he can feel Adrian, all of him, and that he can drive Jotaro's hips this way, helping him press into Adrian's waiting hand.]

Good boy.

[And he doesn't think much of it. He lets instincts get the better of him, and he sinks his fangs into Jotaro's throat, growling against him.]

[All of a sudden, Jotaro abruptly gains a new sense of clarity into the noises that come out of Adrian's throat when he's the one getting worked over, and where they originate, and why. He'd genuinely thought the thing about making him scream was just idle fucking around — hot fucking around, to be sure, but still, not altogether serious the way that dirty talk so often isn't.

But now he understands just how overwhelming it is, to be turned on and aching and entirely at the mercy of someone whose only goal is to make their partner feel good. There's so much to focus on, and he can't keep up. The mounting pleasure between his legs, the slick tongue lapping at his neck, the hard press of someone else's cock rubbing against his ass — in its own way, he feels as out of control and desperate as he'd been fighting Dio, only this time every ounce of sensation is pure pleasure instead of pain.

Good boy. Yeah, yeah, he is, he's good, he'll be good, he'll be anything.

But it's Adrian's bite that shoves him prematurely into an orgasm he isn't altogether ready for, a gurgling yowl ripping out of his throat as those teeth go in and in and he releases so hard it spatters the wall tiles.

Normally, when he gets himself off, it's efficient and brisk and he spends a minute or two suspended in afterglow before it's over, and he's back on his feet. This time, however, something's different; his head feels heavy and all the tension seems to release from his limbs, leaving him with a strange floating feeling and an unfocused, dreamy glaze to his green eyes.

It's fine. Adrian's got him. He doesn't have to worry; he doesn't have to do anything. His neck doesn't even hurt, not with how relaxed and sleepy-sated he is, and the noise he makes is halfway to a grumbly little purr himself, as he lets Adrian hold him up and lists his head to one side to make it easier for him to drink as much as he likes.]

[The sound coming out of Jotaro makes him purr, pleased, watching him come so hard and making an utter mess. There's the urge as always, to take and take as he'd like. However, he has a better sense than that, and only has a mouthful before he's licking the wound clean, kissing away at it.]

You did beautifully.

[He bears his weight, petting down Jotaro's chest and stomach, lightly squeezing his hips.]

Shh, I have you. [Pressing his cheek to Jotaro's shoulder, he slides his arms around the waist, sighing against him.] Relax.

Mmmmn.

[It's not hard to do as he's told; he's pleasantly boneless and there's no need to try to change that with Adrian so effortlessly supporting him. He lets his head sag, the shower spray soaking through his hair and cascading off the ends of his bangs in streams. It's warm like this. His heart is beating fast, but he's not afraid of anything.]

You can drink me. I've got enough. Don't be hungry, not tonight.

[Dio made him bleed, he thinks distantly. It hurt, and there'd been so much blood, so many scars. They all did, every Stand user they met along the way, they all hurt him, and left their marks on his body.

Not this time. This time it's his. He wants it. His desire.]

You're gonna watch over me all night anyway, so...

If you're certain.

[Teeth do not sink back in, even if there is a bit of temptation in that. Instead, his lips rest around the mark he'd made, slowly starting to suck more of his blood out. He knows to pace himself, having well trained himself years ago when he was just a boy. He's already had more than enough, but he'll drink just a bit further.

It's enjoyable. Jotaro really is taking so much better care of himself, and he's elated by this. He tastes healthier, much improved.

He licks his lips, then kisses the mark again.]

There. No more.

[Fingers comb through Jotaro's hair.] How are you feeling?

[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.]

You're hard again already...

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