[Rosso's brief return to nerves helps Adrian forget that he, too, is still shoving down immense amounts of performance anxiety here. He does not have time to be anxious about this, he has! Things to do! Worlds to rock! (Hopefully, debatably). And Rosso is so...so fucking cute, with the way he reacts to things- like that eager wiggling and the way his tail never seems to stop wagging- that Adrian isn't sure why he was ever worried.
And now, finally, Adrian can actually look at him without having to steal glances as if he hasn't been looking before. Listen, there's a difference between catching peeks in the shower and getting to see him like this up front...especially while he's aroused. Anyway, that underwear is getting tossed somewhere as Adrian settles between his boyfriend's legs, and one last time he feels a rush of nerves overwhelm him, making it hard to think.
Then, he stops. Breathes. Then allows the monster brain...just a little bit of sway. He lets it seep in to his senses, that posessive and predatory drive that causes certain urges to spike, including ones that involve utterly ruining his partner in bed. Making him his, which is the only step he's yet to take. Which means it doesn't matter how soft or not Rosso is, right now.
Because Adrian was never going to take him in his hand.
Instead, he leans in and laps at his length with his tongue, using the flat side of his muzzle to hold it up so he can mouth gently at the tip first, his tongue lathing its way up the shaft.
Which, by the way. Two things.
1) Adrian is a cat, which means his tongue is (softly) barbed. and 2)?
What he hadn't told Rosso previously, and had been hiding from him while they were kissing. His other gift.
Adrian's tongue is pierced, a neat, round, metal stud in the center of his tongue that drags across Rosso's arousal with every lap of his tongue.]
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And now, finally, Adrian can actually look at him without having to steal glances as if he hasn't been looking before. Listen, there's a difference between catching peeks in the shower and getting to see him like this up front...especially while he's aroused. Anyway, that underwear is getting tossed somewhere as Adrian settles between his boyfriend's legs, and one last time he feels a rush of nerves overwhelm him, making it hard to think.
Then, he stops. Breathes. Then allows the monster brain...just a little bit of sway. He lets it seep in to his senses, that posessive and predatory drive that causes certain urges to spike, including ones that involve utterly ruining his partner in bed. Making him his, which is the only step he's yet to take. Which means it doesn't matter how soft or not Rosso is, right now.
Because Adrian was never going to take him in his hand.
Instead, he leans in and laps at his length with his tongue, using the flat side of his muzzle to hold it up so he can mouth gently at the tip first, his tongue lathing its way up the shaft.
Which, by the way. Two things.
1) Adrian is a cat, which means his tongue is (softly) barbed. and 2)?
What he hadn't told Rosso previously, and had been hiding from him while they were kissing. His other gift.
Adrian's tongue is pierced, a neat, round, metal stud in the center of his tongue that drags across Rosso's arousal with every lap of his tongue.]