[...Oof, Rosso. It's like he knows all of the right noises to make to drive Adrian utterly stupid. His ears flick as he draws back from him reluctantly once he's laid Rosso out on his bed, his gaze briefly sliding off to the side as he turns over the pros and cons of what he's planning in his brain. He's already made up his mind, but there's still a high chance he will fuck this up, and it will scar him permanently regardless of whether Rosso remembers it happened or not. He's...done this before, but it was a long time ago and it was terrible, so.
He exhales through his nose, chuffing. You can do this. Just fucking do it. If he hates it, he'll stop you.
After a moment of psyching himself up, Adrian levels his gaze with Rosso's, because he's not actually sure Rosso realizes yet what he's implying here. He doesn't want to, like...outright spell it out for him, but also consent is sexy, so. He decides to find a middle ground as he moves to halfway lay across Rosso until he's settled somewhere near the wolf's stomach, resting his chin against his navel so he can look up at him from below.]
You'll see. But I gotta ask first...s'okay if I...if I, uh. ...Touch you?
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He exhales through his nose, chuffing. You can do this. Just fucking do it. If he hates it, he'll stop you.
After a moment of psyching himself up, Adrian levels his gaze with Rosso's, because he's not actually sure Rosso realizes yet what he's implying here. He doesn't want to, like...outright spell it out for him, but also consent is sexy, so. He decides to find a middle ground as he moves to halfway lay across Rosso until he's settled somewhere near the wolf's stomach, resting his chin against his navel so he can look up at him from below.]
You'll see. But I gotta ask first...s'okay if I...if I, uh. ...Touch you?
[Like. Touch.]