[Adrian could have been nice and gentle with a sexually-frustrated tsundere who minutes earlier said he'd been thinking about Adrian fucking him since the day he got pinned to the floor of his apartment, yeah, but instead he ramped it up and Rosso's feeling it. And also feeling like he's about to ruin the fun by climaxing too soon, but Adrian does not relent and Rosso's too far gone to really think about it longer.
Stupid fucking... giant-ass cat man and his stupid... fucking barbed, pierced tongue...
Rosso makes a strangled cry somewhere in the back of his throat, trying to chase the bliss of getting that piercing to drag along a particular spot over him and— oh fuck, there it is—]
F-fuck, Adrian—
[And Rosso... before he loses it completely, switches languages mid-sentence, to one he's never even spoken in front of Adrian before. It's Northern Lanoxian, because people in Lanox speak too many fucking languages — Italian really, and boy he's speaking it fast and almost-incomprehensibly as his hips buck into the heat.
He doesn't last more than a few more brushes of Adrian's stupid fucking piercing against his cock before his hips jerk forward one final time, and with a loud cry and more broken-up fantasy-Italian and Adrian's name mixed in, he spills into Adrian's mouth. Only after a few slow moments pass, Rosso pulsing against his boyfriend's tongue the entire time, does he finally relax and slump back against the mattress.
His tail, though, that keeps moving. And now Rosso is... well, hiding, both hands covering his face while it burns red-hot. Don't talk to him he's processing—]
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Stupid fucking... giant-ass cat man and his stupid... fucking barbed, pierced tongue...
Rosso makes a strangled cry somewhere in the back of his throat, trying to chase the bliss of getting that piercing to drag along a particular spot over him and— oh fuck, there it is—]
F-fuck, Adrian—
[And Rosso... before he loses it completely, switches languages mid-sentence, to one he's never even spoken in front of Adrian before. It's Northern Lanoxian, because people in Lanox speak too many fucking languages — Italian really, and boy he's speaking it fast and almost-incomprehensibly as his hips buck into the heat.
He doesn't last more than a few more brushes of Adrian's stupid fucking piercing against his cock before his hips jerk forward one final time, and with a loud cry and more broken-up fantasy-Italian and Adrian's name mixed in, he spills into Adrian's mouth. Only after a few slow moments pass, Rosso pulsing against his boyfriend's tongue the entire time, does he finally relax and slump back against the mattress.
His tail, though, that keeps moving. And now Rosso is... well, hiding, both hands covering his face while it burns red-hot. Don't talk to him he's processing—]