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[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.]

[The last time anyone had washed his hair like this, it was from his mother when he was still a child. This is still considerably more intimate, his head leaning into Jotaro's touch.

He hums for a bit, then sighs at the hands roaming down his body.]

Yes. Very.

Let me wash my hair? Then you should have your bath finally.

Yeah, all right. It'll be soft when you dry it out.

[He brushes his hands over Adrian's shoulders again, this time settling near the nape of his neck and kneading the muscle there in an impromptu massage before drawing his hands away to give him room to work.]

Does that healing thing you do also keep your hair nice?

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