[Thank you, Rosso, for playing right into his hands. Paws. Whatever. He was hoping that the teasing, barely-there smooch would be enough to coax the Were to turn around, saving Adrian the trouble of making it so obvious that he's not really thinking about that movie at all.
No. In fact, he thinks he's kindof gotten tired of the constant shit this timeloop has pulled on him. Dangled over his head. Teased him with. Will he maybe regret being so impulsive later, when Rosso isn't even going to remember that it's happened? Perhaps. Maybe he'll hope that he tried this during a more special, "right" moment. But Adrian's never done anything right in his life, and he's not going to start being a practical person now.
He's feeling selfish. He's feeling confident in a way he never has before, bolstered by the knowledge that this will all reset in the morning. Even if he fucks it up now...he won't remember. Which is why Adrian doesn't stop Rosso as he drags him forward for a kiss, but instead leans into it with gusto. He is going to make good on that, damn it; in fact, it's going to be better than that shit in the film. Because as they kiss, Adrian leans forward, dipping Rosso back slightly in his arms. He presses in close so that the rumbling purr in his chest vibrates through him from head-to-toe, mouthing his way into the furthest corner of Rosso's mouth that he can reach.
Kiss. Pause. Kiss. Kiss, kiss, there's no opportunity or time for Rosso to breathe now as Adrian bears down on him, as if seeking to suck the soul from his very body.]
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No. In fact, he thinks he's kindof gotten tired of the constant shit this timeloop has pulled on him. Dangled over his head. Teased him with. Will he maybe regret being so impulsive later, when Rosso isn't even going to remember that it's happened? Perhaps. Maybe he'll hope that he tried this during a more special, "right" moment. But Adrian's never done anything right in his life, and he's not going to start being a practical person now.
He's feeling selfish. He's feeling confident in a way he never has before, bolstered by the knowledge that this will all reset in the morning. Even if he fucks it up now...he won't remember. Which is why Adrian doesn't stop Rosso as he drags him forward for a kiss, but instead leans into it with gusto. He is going to make good on that, damn it; in fact, it's going to be better than that shit in the film. Because as they kiss, Adrian leans forward, dipping Rosso back slightly in his arms. He presses in close so that the rumbling purr in his chest vibrates through him from head-to-toe, mouthing his way into the furthest corner of Rosso's mouth that he can reach.
Kiss. Pause. Kiss. Kiss, kiss, there's no opportunity or time for Rosso to breathe now as Adrian bears down on him, as if seeking to suck the soul from his very body.]