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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.

[It's just his hair, just slender fingers working the shampoo into a bubbling foam, but the attention has an almost hypnotic effect. With each passing moment, he visibly relaxes a fraction more, until his shoulders are low and his eyes have fallen closed, and his heartbeat is as slow as his breath.]

It meant a lot. So...yeah. Whenever you want to ask. Just ask.

[Suds run down his neck, carried on the flow of the falling water, running the lather over the still-fresh bite. He's going to have that for a long time, isn't he.

Deep in his throat, a contented growl rumbles.]

...I would do it again, you know. For you, I would.

[Gently, he helps rinse out Jotaro's hair, feeling content tending to him like this. Adrian sighs, pleased, watching how the shampoo runs down his body, washing away the remainder of the day.

He smooths his hair back, tips Jotaro's chin up and captures another kiss, just briefly. Just soft.]

There you are.

Mm. You saying you'd follow me anywhere?

[He's not opening his eyes; he doesn't need to. Adrian's hands make the perfect guide, and he's content to simply go in whatever direction he's nudged — here, there, making sure the spray of the water hits his hair evenly on all sides, lifting his chin when he's coaxed to.

It's only once they're drawing apart from the kiss that he slides his eyes open halfway, sleepy-warm and vibrant green. Adrian's tender remark wraps around him like a blanket, and for a few seconds, he feels free of the weight of his memories altogether.]

Hey. Here I am.

So long I am wanted, then it will be so.

[The softness on Jotaro's face makes him feel warm, and he gently rubs his forehead against his.]

Would you wash mine?

[He's quiet a minute, absorbing the promise.]

Stay close to me tonight. Don't leave me alone.

[He knows better than to think Adrian would. But it's an answer just the same, without saying the actual words. He's wanted tonight; there can't be even a shadow of a doubt about that.]

I might need you to turn around so I can get at the back. It's so long...

[But he's nodding, running his fingers lightly down Adrian's water-slick skin just for the sake of touching him at all.]

I will. I promise.

[Obediently, he turns around, tipping his head back to let Jotaro do as he'd like with his hair. His fingers running through it feels so nice.]

[At first glance, maybe someone would expect a guy as big as him who looks like he does to be a veritable ogre when it comes to something like handling a head of long, pretty hair like Adrian's. But Jotaro's hands prove surprisingly deft as he gathers the strands together and smooths them back, making sure they're properly damp before reaching for a palmful of shampoo himself.

This part, he's a little more concerned about; when he washes his own hair, he's typically just strictly efficient and in a hurry to get the project complete. For Adrian, though, he takes his time, starting at the browline and working his way back through the rest of his hair with small circling motions, unafraid to scratch lightly at his scalp thanks to the experience of how it'd felt on him when it was his own turn.]

Mm. Feeling spoiled yet?

[His fingertips drift from Adrian's sudsy hair to his shoulders, then down over his sensitive wingbacks, as gently as he can.]

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