[Slowly, he disengages, fangs sliding free. He gives the bite an open, wet kiss before dragging his tongue over it, catching whatever droplets of blood that he can.]
No. Not at all. You've been doing so much better, Jojo. I'm proud of you; I know how difficult it is to want to take care of yourself.
But I'm glad we both have reason to.
[He kisses the mark again, kissing away blood, kissing for the sake of kissing.]
[He sighs approvingly, basking in the residual sting of the puncture wounds in tandem with the warmth of Adrian's mouth, the wet swipe of his tongue. It's easy to relax from the attention, and especially so when the drinking melts into kisses, lavishing affection against his skin.]
We're pretty domestic lately, huh. You cook for me, I feed you...
[He reaches up, wrapping a lock of Adrian's hair around his finger and running his thumb over it.]
I kinda like it. Playing house with you. I mean, not playing, but...this. This thing we do, I like it.
[Against Jotaro's throat, he smiles, nuzzling into his pulse and humming against him. He can't remember before meeting Jotaro when he'd last felt capable of being content. Everything felt empty, lonely, and helpless. That his life would be committed to a house of ghosts and memories.
He hasn't cried to himself at night in weeks.]
You make me... feel like I am a whole person. Even with the smallest of gestures.
Though it is your birthday, you have gifted me truly with your being here.
You've always been a whole person. You're not just two halves.
[He relaxes, letting more of his weight press against Adrian's supporting arm. There isn't a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he'll be held up, if he does, and the feeling of that trust is almost as addicting as his kisses.
His eyes close, and he lets out a breath that's close to a sigh, his words a whisper on his lips.]
[His arms tighten slightly around Jotaro, ensuring he's held and supported in more than just Adrian's strength. His lips find Jotaro's temple, then his forehead.
Though he tries to not show, there is a tremor in his hands, his lips, overcome with emotion at hearing those words, even with the adorable nickname tacked on at the end. Now he wants to cry, but for significantly different reasons.
And with the recent blood he's acquired, he cannot hide the blush that creeps into his face.]
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No. Not at all. You've been doing so much better, Jojo. I'm proud of you; I know how difficult it is to want to take care of yourself.
But I'm glad we both have reason to.
[He kisses the mark again, kissing away blood, kissing for the sake of kissing.]
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[He sighs approvingly, basking in the residual sting of the puncture wounds in tandem with the warmth of Adrian's mouth, the wet swipe of his tongue. It's easy to relax from the attention, and especially so when the drinking melts into kisses, lavishing affection against his skin.]
We're pretty domestic lately, huh. You cook for me, I feed you...
[He reaches up, wrapping a lock of Adrian's hair around his finger and running his thumb over it.]
I kinda like it. Playing house with you. I mean, not playing, but...this. This thing we do, I like it.
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He hasn't cried to himself at night in weeks.]
You make me... feel like I am a whole person. Even with the smallest of gestures.
Though it is your birthday, you have gifted me truly with your being here.
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[He relaxes, letting more of his weight press against Adrian's supporting arm. There isn't a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he'll be held up, if he does, and the feeling of that trust is almost as addicting as his kisses.
His eyes close, and he lets out a breath that's close to a sigh, his words a whisper on his lips.]
...Suki da yo, batty-chan.
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Though he tries to not show, there is a tremor in his hands, his lips, overcome with emotion at hearing those words, even with the adorable nickname tacked on at the end. Now he wants to cry, but for significantly different reasons.
And with the recent blood he's acquired, he cannot hide the blush that creeps into his face.]
Te ador, balaur.