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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...

[Interpreting what Jotaro is asking for, Adrian leans in, pressing his lips lightly to his. Once, then again, as he sighs into his mouth.]

It's difficult not to be, especially during this time. ...I already recover quickly, but being Iris? Always makes me feel like this.

And I lack that control even more with you. You tempt me. Perhaps you are the sex demon, hm?

[He smiles crookedly.]

I can wait. Let's have you showered.

[It's probably not helping that appraisal of him as a sex demon much, the fact that his kisses don't stay light for long; the first chance he gets, he pushes his tongue into Adrian's mouth, exploring the sides of his fangs and the way that they fit among the rest of his teeth.]

I'm a pretty shit excuse for a sex demon. From never having any, I mean.

[Thinking about that rouses a vague memory in his recollection, and he tilts his head as he ponders it.]

You wanted to be the first one to touch me...how's it been so far?

[He nudges away from Adrian, just enough that he can slowly turn back around to face him beneath the heat of the shower spray, and leans forward to rest his head on Adrian's shoulder and half-doze there.]

And yet here I am, perfectly attracted to you nonetheless.

[As Jotaro turns and then leans on him, Adrian loops his arms around Jotaro in turn, stroking down his back. One hand eventually grabs a bar of soap, if only so he can lather his hands and actually work down Jotaro's back.]

Wonderful. It... thrilled me, knowing I could be the person to do it.

[He clears his throat.] So that you know it's pleasurable, and not something to dread.

S'kind of cute. You wanted to make sure my first person didn't fuck it up, huh?

[It's also cute how someone finally remembered that they're ostensibly taking this shower for the sake of getting clean, instead of just being a pretense to fool around while coincidentally naked. He sighs a little against Adrian's neck, settling against him and passively letting him work.]

Or maybe you just wanted to ruin me for everybody else. Be a hard act to follow. Heh.

No, I doubt that.

[In time, Jotaro will find someone again. Someone he loves, someone who will make this just as fulfilling or more. It wrenches his heart and he will spend years in horrible jealousy, but he would rather those dear to him be happy.

He works the suds over to Jotaro's hips, up to his chest, gently scrubbing as he goes.]

Do you want me to wash your hair?

Yeah.

[That will mean picking his head up, unfortunately, but he can do that in a minute. For right now, he just moves instinctively with the touches of Adrian's hands, hips swaying slightly into the circles that Adrian's hands make, chest filling with a deeper breath when his clawed fingers skim over his pecs.]

Want you to fuck me, too. Sometime. Maybe not tonight. But...the way you talked about, before. Slow. I want that.

[His arm, which up until now has been hanging loose at his side, shifts surreptitiously between them. The backs of his knuckles brush lightly against Adrian's cock — his first, almost shy, overture toward reaching for him.]

It doesn't have to be just a fantasy.

[There's a low, pleased rumble at the idea. That he could do that, he could fill up Jotaro, make him feel good. He shudders, his hips jerking against Jotaro's hand.]

I would love to see nothing but pleasure on your face as I take you. [He kisses his jaw, over to his lips, slow but deep. His tongue traces Jotaro's lower lip before pressing inside, tasting him through and through.]

[He never would've guessed, before Adrian, that he would wind up liking kisses like this — careless, deep, even a bit messy. On anyone else he would've been annoyed or put off by the overt display of affection. But somehow none of that seems to matter when it's Adrian's mouth sliding along his jawline or his tongue in his mouth.

He doesn't resist when Adrian starts to explore the inside of his mouth; he just lets his lips part wider, allowing it, inviting it. He's acutely aware of how close those fangs are to his lower lip, now. The last time, he cut himself on them; there's no telling if that might happen again.

But the possibility doesn't stop him from growing more daring, taking Adrian in his hand and stroking him once with technique similar to the one Adrian had used on him — light at first, and smooth, with a press of his thumb to the head.]

[An eager purr is pressed into Jotaro's mouth. Adrian is abruptly, pressing him against the wall, rolling his hips more eagerly into his hand. One hand is braced against the tile wall by Jotaro's waist, and he grins more feral against his mouth.]

Like this, if you will let me.

[The tile of the shower, damp with steam and condensation, is still cooler than his skin when his bare shoulders make contact with it. He can sense another facet of Adrian's complex nature simmering beneath the surface now; he's still polite, still careful to seek permission, but he seems less...ashamed of those desires. He's more willing to take, more willing to chase. More willing to act.

It's sort of a relief. Even if there's something wild and reckless about his vampire in a mood like this, it's better than his sadness. It's so much better than his sadness.]

Yeah. You can wash my hair after.

[His attention divided, it's a bit of a struggle to keep his rhythm, but that's probably fine. Adrian seems like he's in the mood to do most of the work himself, anyway.]

Just figured it'd been a while, maybe it'd help to take the edge off. Before Iris starts driving you crazy.

Mmm.

[Leaning in, he nuzzles at Jotaro's throat, his tongue tracing over the fresh bite he'd given. It thrills him, deep and horribly. His first for everything, the bite, touching him, he'll fuck him open too when he wants it. A shudder fills him, and he also feels the want to just be good for Jotaro, be his as well, beg for his touch. It's a strange set of conflicting instincts.

He bucks his hips, pleased alone with this, just pushing himself into Jotaro's hand and rumbling against him. It's all instinct, just chasing after the pressure around his cock, the way his thumb presses against him.]

Good.

[It's hard to imagine anyone else but Adrian doing this to him. Even if he tried in his mind's eye, he's sure he wouldn't be able to substitute anyone else's image and still have it feel right. No one else would bite him or growl against him or make him shiver like this, and he likes feeling all of those things. This is unique, and it's him, and he wants to burn every bit of it into his memory.

One hand stays occupied with stroking him; the other comes up to press against the back of Adrian's neck, possessive in the way it holds his head in place. It'd be laughable to assume that it would do literally anything toward keeping Adrian against him if he didn't already want to be there, but the claiming gesture feels good nevertheless.]

Guess having you show me what you like...paid off.

[HE'S GETTING THE HANG OF THIS.]

Make noise. I kinda like it.

[The touch is so simple, but it appeals to him; he likes Jotaro's touch, being to his whim and under his hand. He breathes harder, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.]

Jojo...

[The noise he makes is a strange mix of his needy, human whines and the deep throaty growls of a beast as he rocks into Jotaro's grip. He doesn't need much more; he has what he wants here, just being near enough to him helps his excitement, the heat rolling off of him.

Adrian breathes against his neck, his lips brushing against the bite mark. He pants harder and harder, until he's letting out a whimper as he finally comes, bucking his hips eagerly as he spills over Jotaro's hand and against the wall.]

[Thankfully, it's still a bit too soon for him to get properly aroused again, or he and Adrian might find themselves in a neverending reciprocal loop of getting turned on by getting each other off. He can't get enough of the sounds Adrian makes, the way each gasp and whine raises goosebumps on his skin. And moreover, he can't get enough of how good it feels to please him, just as much as it does to be pleasured himself. It feels good to be needed. It feels good to take care of someone he cares about.

Adrian's come spatters over his hand, hot in sharp contrast to the cooler tile against his damp back, and he slowly draws his hand away and raises it up, ostensibly to rinse it beneath the spray of the shower — but then, before he can think better of it or talk himself out of it, he brings it up to his mouth and flicks his tongue against one of the white streaks clinging to his skin.

It's...well, it's not terrible. It's not exactly a fine French dessert, either, but — well, whatever.

Mostly he just wants Adrian to see it. Adrian, with the taste of his blood still on his tongue and his fangs. Yeah, he wants him to see him tasting him right back.]

Hmm.

[For a moment, he's fine to just relax in the afterglow, to breath against Jotaro and finally actually get back to washing, but he's quickly distracted. Intensely, his golden eyes watch Jotaro, how he tastes Adrian, and he shivers against him. Oh, he didn't know he'd delight in that so much.

He's had a bit of Jotaro, and now Jotaro has had a bit of him.

Before he can really help himself, he embraces Jotaro, nuzzling his neck fiercely. It isn't a tight hold, but warm and needing.]

[Maybe it's crazy, but he really likes Adrian's penchant for tucking against his neck. A lot of it is probably the vampirism, but he has a sneaking suspicion that some of it isn't; it's not just the blood in his veins, he suspects, but everything — the sound of his heart, the catch of his breath, the warmth of his skin.

Adrian leans against him, and he wraps his arms around him right back, close to cuddling in the way that they curl together.]

Are you like this even when it's not Iris...?

[Maybe there's a better way he could've asked that, but the gist is there, anyway.]

I mean — do you like to be held. Like this, whether it's Iris or not. Because I like it...

[The long ears twitch and flatten a little, then he nods slowly.]

Yes. It's just... hard to hold back the urge as I am right now.

Does it bother you?

It doesn't bother me. I...I feel better, when we're like this.

[It's the truth, without a doubt. But it's also a way of giving Adrian an easy excuse to agree; it can't be about what he wants, about his urges. But if it's about making Jotaro feel better, that's an entirely different playing field.]

It helps. Whether you're like this or a wolf...I feel better.

Good.

Then I especially don't mind it.

[Lightly, he noses at Jotaro's throat.]

I should, however, properly wash your hair now.

Yeah, in the thirty-second window we've got before Iris works you up again.

[There's a fondness to the sarcasm, though, and he doesn't let Adrian get away without catching his lip in a kiss.]

All right, all right. Let me up off of this wall and tell me how you need me.

[...]

To stand, I mean.

How fortunate that I can be incredibly quick when the time calls for it.

[It can't be helped: he does smile into the kiss, leaning into it.]

Just face me and bow your head a little. Your hair isn't long, so I'll be fast.

Mmmn. S'nice that you're tall.

[He nudges Adrian back a little, making room for him to center himself more toward the middle of the shower once again, and ducks his head once he's found a better footing. In the time he'd spent out of the direct line of the spray, his hair had dried enough that it was no longer dripping, but now he tucks his head beneath the stream of water and lets it run rivers through his hair and down his face, wetting his curls again.]

Listen...I know it was a lot to ask, wanting you to go with me into those pods in the middle of this month's moon bullshit. So...if I can make it up to you, tell me how, and I will.

[Patiently, he waits until Jotaro is under the spray again, waiting for his hair to drip before he's gently tilting his head out of the water so he can start to lather with shampoo.

His claws scrape lightly against his scalp, working in the shampoo.]

It's all right. I really don't mind. [Adrian smiles crookedly.] But perhaps I will ask a favor anyway, if it puts you at ease.

For now, let us just enjoy each other tonight.

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