[It's not a race! Clearly. Because Rosso's taking his time (sort of oblivious to it) running his tongue over what's in easy reach, memorizing the tapered tip and the feeling of barbs against his tongue. His isn't quite as long as Adrian's on account of he's not a cat, so he's working from a more human angle here. It means he has to move his head, and a lot.
He moves it down first, trailing his tongue along the underside, still holding onto Adrian by the base just for some semblance of stability. It's a light grip, almost barely-there were it not for Rosso's flustered attempts to close his hand around the guy. He's still not confident what he's doing is any good, especially when he finally moves his hand and laps Adrian at the base before literally kissing his way back up, but.
At least he seems to be getting into it, with how much his tail is back to wagging overhead.
Rosso doesn't want to leave any part of Adrian untouched, though. When he circles back to the head and manages, through some miracle of inexperience, to get just the tip in his mouth and suck, his hands work the base, stroking and pumping.]
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He moves it down first, trailing his tongue along the underside, still holding onto Adrian by the base just for some semblance of stability. It's a light grip, almost barely-there were it not for Rosso's flustered attempts to close his hand around the guy. He's still not confident what he's doing is any good, especially when he finally moves his hand and laps Adrian at the base before literally kissing his way back up, but.
At least he seems to be getting into it, with how much his tail is back to wagging overhead.
Rosso doesn't want to leave any part of Adrian untouched, though. When he circles back to the head and manages, through some miracle of inexperience, to get just the tip in his mouth and suck, his hands work the base, stroking and pumping.]