[All of this remains firmly within Rosso's brain, of course, but Adrian can still glean a lot of it just by going off his expressions and the fact that he is now as red as his hair. It's hilarious. It'd be even funnier if his own nerves weren't creeping in, but at least HE still has the advent of knowing that this will all reset. There are no consequences. Even if he cums within seconds and makes Rosso choke, or gets it all over his face, or something equally embarrassing, it won't matter! Nothing matters!
So Adrian just watches with rapt fascination as his boyfriend nervously settles into position between his knees, exhaling slowly at the sensation of his fingers finally touching him directly because jesus christ it feels amazing. Like, not even factoring in any blowjob happening yet, he thinks that Rosso could also just give him a handjob and he'd be plenty happy with that.
Also...Rosso will be able to close his fingers around the base, but like. Just barely. Adrian is thick down there, so enjoy that.
He purrs under his breath, his ears swiveling back as he watches Rosso, actually patient for once as he psyches himself up to get closer. He doesn't put his hands on him just yet, not wanting to try to rush or pressure him or anything...yet reflexively groans the moment he feels his lips finally touch his skin.]
Aaah......fffuuck.
[Fuck.
Okay, uh. He may last less time than he thought, but that's probably fine. It's not like Rosso lasted more than three minutes, it's not a race or anything-]
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So Adrian just watches with rapt fascination as his boyfriend nervously settles into position between his knees, exhaling slowly at the sensation of his fingers finally touching him directly because jesus christ it feels amazing. Like, not even factoring in any blowjob happening yet, he thinks that Rosso could also just give him a handjob and he'd be plenty happy with that.
Also...Rosso will be able to close his fingers around the base, but like. Just barely. Adrian is thick down there, so enjoy that.
He purrs under his breath, his ears swiveling back as he watches Rosso, actually patient for once as he psyches himself up to get closer. He doesn't put his hands on him just yet, not wanting to try to rush or pressure him or anything...yet reflexively groans the moment he feels his lips finally touch his skin.]
Aaah......fffuuck.
[Fuck.
Okay, uh. He may last less time than he thought, but that's probably fine. It's not like Rosso lasted more than three minutes, it's not a race or anything-]