[Okay, listen, way to kill your boyfriend with the licks after the fact— not to mention the way Adrian asks that question. He knows! He knows it was good because Rosso just came down his throat in record time! He feels like he should say "oh sorry for ruining the fun" or "fuck off" or any number of things, but he's
so flustered that he can't think, at all,
and so he reaches behind him for one of the pillows he's not currently using, vice grips it, and whacks Adrian over the head with it as hard as he can. Which is considerably hard, yes, but not enough to hurt, because it's a pillow.
Violence is always the answer.]
You—! What the fuck do you think?!
[RaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRRGH HE'S SO MAD AT YOU ADRIAN not really, but his face is about as red as his hair, which Adrian will get to see in short order when Rosso lets the pillow fall out of his grip and onto the floor.]
...
S-so... [Rosso sits up slightly on his elbows,] D-do you want... me to... I mean, I've never done— I could try—
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so flustered that he can't think, at all,
and so he reaches behind him for one of the pillows he's not currently using, vice grips it, and whacks Adrian over the head with it as hard as he can. Which is considerably hard, yes, but not enough to hurt, because it's a pillow.
Violence is always the answer.]
You—! What the fuck do you think?!
[RaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRRGH HE'S SO MAD AT YOU ADRIAN not really, but his face is about as red as his hair, which Adrian will get to see in short order when Rosso lets the pillow fall out of his grip and onto the floor.]
...
S-so... [Rosso sits up slightly on his elbows,] D-do you want... me to... I mean, I've never done— I could try—
[help]