[Rosso would be sorry for making Adrian obnoxiously horny all week, but he's not, and he never will be. He's especially not sorry for how he Almost rode Adrian in the bath. Had Adrian not been injured as hell he would've done it, they got frisky enough in there. Unfortunately, Rosso does not remember doing this.
Can't wait for that story. They WILL go back into the bath, dammit, he's been wanting to take a bath with his idiot boyfriend for MONTHS now.
The paw on his head makes his tail wag. Because of course it does. There's something about it, a gesture that's appreciative, that makes Rosso think maybe he's not doing horribly. That, and Adrian's words, too. Something is right here. Something is right other than him and Adrian, he means, because not to be sappy but he's known that for a while.
Still, he'd have to dislocate his jaw and get a longer throat if he wanted to suck Adrian down all the way to the base, which like. He's not interested in becoming a giraffe, so he's glad he can do this much. In the back of his mind, Rosso's still freaking out over their size difference, but in a good way. In a kinky way. Like that first time he ever sat on Adrian's lap because that fucking werebear forced him out of his seat at that boujee sushi place and he realised he was like, the size of the dude's thigh.
Anyway, there are hand...blowjobs happening. Handblowjobs. Rosso is pretty convinced he'll be able to swallow Adrian down like Adrian did to him (haha, this will not happen, it Will get on his face), it seems easy, so. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't think about even edging Adrian, and he definitely doesn't move his face out of the way. No, instead, he increases the pressure just a little bit with his mouth, tongue pressing to the underside of Adrian's dick. One hand moves to preemptively settle against Adrian's thigh just in case he's anything like Rosso is with the head-pincering; the other keeps moving along the base and the rest of the shaft where he can't quite reach, all while his head bobs rhythmically up and down.
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Can't wait for that story. They WILL go back into the bath, dammit, he's been wanting to take a bath with his idiot boyfriend for MONTHS now.
The paw on his head makes his tail wag. Because of course it does. There's something about it, a gesture that's appreciative, that makes Rosso think maybe he's not doing horribly. That, and Adrian's words, too. Something is right here. Something is right other than him and Adrian, he means, because not to be sappy but he's known that for a while.
Still, he'd have to dislocate his jaw and get a longer throat if he wanted to suck Adrian down all the way to the base, which like. He's not interested in becoming a giraffe, so he's glad he can do this much. In the back of his mind, Rosso's still freaking out over their size difference, but in a good way. In a kinky way. Like that first time he ever sat on Adrian's lap because that fucking werebear forced him out of his seat at that boujee sushi place and he realised he was like, the size of the dude's thigh.
Anyway, there are hand...blowjobs happening. Handblowjobs. Rosso is pretty convinced he'll be able to swallow Adrian down like Adrian did to him (haha, this will not happen, it Will get on his face), it seems easy, so. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't think about even edging Adrian, and he definitely doesn't move his face out of the way. No, instead, he increases the pressure just a little bit with his mouth, tongue pressing to the underside of Adrian's dick. One hand moves to preemptively settle against Adrian's thigh just in case he's anything like Rosso is with the head-pincering; the other keeps moving along the base and the rest of the shaft where he can't quite reach, all while his head bobs rhythmically up and down.
Please don't shoot in his eye thanks—]