[Adrian can't help but smirk, despite how grumpy he is. His tail lightly thumps against the floor, and for a moment he happens to glance back up at the TV. There's a couple there, holding one another dramatically in the rain. They're getting soaked, and they're saying things Adrian can't even really hear...and then out of nowhere, they start to kiss, passionately.
[Why do people in movies make out so much? You're in public, don't shove your tongue in her mouth in public what are you doinggggggggggg—
His ears flick toward the sound of Adrian's voice a short second before he twists around to look at his partner better, not daring to wiggle entirely out of Adrian's gentle grip on his hips.]
[As Rosso looks up at him, Adrian leans in real close. Like, foreheads are touching close, his tail shifting now to wrap loosely around the both of them.]
What if I kissed you like those two on the TV. What'd you do, huh?
Adrian laughs, a sudden, loud bark of a laugh because good lord, Rosso. He doesn't know he's been saying shit like this all week, of course...by now, Adrian's started to come to expect it. But it's still a surprise when it happens. Especially with the shit he's been saying...]
Fuck the rain. I've never liked gettin' wet.
[At least, not unless it's in a fun way. But right now, they're cozy in his treehouse, where it's actually warm for the first time since it was built. Not that it matters, since Adrian can barely notice when he's got Rosso all warm in his lap. As he says that though, he lifts Rosso a bit higher against his hips, turning him a bit further so that Rosso is sort of half-leaning against his chest. It's a bit of an awkward position, all told...but Rosso did seem to insinuate he'd move if he needed to.
Which is why Adrian is...kissing the corner of his mouth. Teasing.]
[Wow. Here Rosso thought he was getting an actual kiss. He gives Adrian about two seconds of this before he flips himself around fully, letting the blanket fall from his shoulders and probably blocking the film with his giant tail.]
If you're going to kiss me, do it properly. What's this half-assed shit for?
[Rosso won't give Adrian much time to contemplate that, though, instead grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a real kiss. A proper one, by his standards. If you're gonna threaten to kiss him "like in the movie", you'd better make good on that, sir.]
[Thank you, Rosso, for playing right into his hands. Paws. Whatever. He was hoping that the teasing, barely-there smooch would be enough to coax the Were to turn around, saving Adrian the trouble of making it so obvious that he's not really thinking about that movie at all.
No. In fact, he thinks he's kindof gotten tired of the constant shit this timeloop has pulled on him. Dangled over his head. Teased him with. Will he maybe regret being so impulsive later, when Rosso isn't even going to remember that it's happened? Perhaps. Maybe he'll hope that he tried this during a more special, "right" moment. But Adrian's never done anything right in his life, and he's not going to start being a practical person now.
He's feeling selfish. He's feeling confident in a way he never has before, bolstered by the knowledge that this will all reset in the morning. Even if he fucks it up now...he won't remember. Which is why Adrian doesn't stop Rosso as he drags him forward for a kiss, but instead leans into it with gusto. He is going to make good on that, damn it; in fact, it's going to be better than that shit in the film. Because as they kiss, Adrian leans forward, dipping Rosso back slightly in his arms. He presses in close so that the rumbling purr in his chest vibrates through him from head-to-toe, mouthing his way into the furthest corner of Rosso's mouth that he can reach.
Kiss. Pause. Kiss. Kiss, kiss, there's no opportunity or time for Rosso to breathe now as Adrian bears down on him, as if seeking to suck the soul from his very body.]
[Can't wait for Rosso to definitely not remember any of this :)
Rosso really does not have the upper hand here. Making out with your boyfriend is not a contest, but Rosso constantly acts like it is; either way, contest or no, he's not winning this. Adrian's stupid fucking head is too fucking big and his tongue is too fucking long, and like with the first time they ever made out — that snowy New Year's night on his balcony — Adrian's doing a damn good job cramming his tongue down Rosso's throat. And, like with that first time, Rosso's trying so hard not to make stupid little noises about it.
Adrian's probably gone through this song and dance before this week, with Rosso making the most pitiful whining noises against his lips and shuddering when it gets that deep.
Like this, though, being tilted back? He's lacking any sort of balance, which means he's quickly locking his ankles around Adrian's hips (because he's too small to go further than that, he can't even close his thighs even slightly) and wrapping his arms around the manticore's neck. Clinging as best he can, really. This sort of breathless, needy kissing makes him dizzy.
It also, unfortunately for him, makes his tail wag. Ordinarily, he'd clamp it down with one of his legs, but. That's not happening right now. His legs are very much where he said he'd put them.]
[Adrian's quite familiar with those sounds. And while he still half expects something to interrupt him- like...he doesn't know, groundhogs pouring into his windows or something equally stupid- he isn't going to waste enough time to find out. Not this time. He is not stopping this time, come hell or high water, and he can tell that it's already working by the way Rosso's dumb little tail starts wagging.
Cute.
He's being careful about this frenching, though. For some reason, he's not letting Rosso get too up close and personal with his tongue, darting away with it at the last second before he can feel too much of it, only to come back in elsewhere. Rinse and repeat for as long as he thinks Rosso can handle it before they both have to breathe with Adrian drawing away with a gasp against the redhead's lips.
But he doesn't stop there. He shifts his attention, pressing his muzzle to the sensitive inner side of his neck, kissing at his throat and the rapid pulse he finds there. While Rosso is good and distracted with that, Adrian hefts him a little in his arms, making sure Rosso has a decent grip on him before he pushes himself up onto his knees, then up to his paws to stand. They're moving...
...not very far. It's just over to Adrian's bed- which has been upgraded to a futon + mattress combo on the floor, making it more like an actual bed than it's ever been previously- where the Manticore sets him...no, lays him down, still kissing at his neck...
Before finally he pulls away a fraction to give Rosso SOMETHING of a breather, his tail lashing behind him as he strokes his claws lightly through the back of his hair.]
Hey. Yaknow...I didn't really give you all of your Valentine's Day present yet.
[Who needs oxygen? No one needs that. Not Rosso, who's definitely not panting and whining when Adrian pulls away. Get back here and kiss him you stupid fuck— oh.
Rosso flips his head in such a way that moves his hair back out of the way, casting some of the long strands previously resting in the front back with the rest. A little wiggle, before he closes his eyes and rolls his head to the side with a hum. A hum, which soon after becomes a stifled groan. Adrian's whiskers tickle his skin, but that's hardly more distracting than the way his lips and the barest bit of teeth feel. A shudder runs down his spine, soft, but noticeable all the same.
Aaaand then Adrian starts to move and Rosso grips tighter, hugging Adrian's sides with his knees as best he can manage. However the hell he can carry Rosso and be all over his neck like this is a mystery, but there's no time to ask. His back hits the mattress and Rosso eagerly, needily, arches into any touch Adrian will give.]
[...Oof, Rosso. It's like he knows all of the right noises to make to drive Adrian utterly stupid. His ears flick as he draws back from him reluctantly once he's laid Rosso out on his bed, his gaze briefly sliding off to the side as he turns over the pros and cons of what he's planning in his brain. He's already made up his mind, but there's still a high chance he will fuck this up, and it will scar him permanently regardless of whether Rosso remembers it happened or not. He's...done this before, but it was a long time ago and it was terrible, so.
He exhales through his nose, chuffing. You can do this. Just fucking do it. If he hates it, he'll stop you.
After a moment of psyching himself up, Adrian levels his gaze with Rosso's, because he's not actually sure Rosso realizes yet what he's implying here. He doesn't want to, like...outright spell it out for him, but also consent is sexy, so. He decides to find a middle ground as he moves to halfway lay across Rosso until he's settled somewhere near the wolf's stomach, resting his chin against his navel so he can look up at him from below.]
You'll see. But I gotta ask first...s'okay if I...if I, uh. ...Touch you?
[Like. Touch.]
to the 0 people snooping my inbox: enjoy your porn
[Rosso is out here making bedroom eyes at you and you think he's gonna say no—
Rosso cards his fingers through Adrian's mane while he lays there, sitting halfway up on his elbows so that he can meet those pretty yellow eyes of his. He's cute like this, even though his head takes up all of Rosso's abdomen. A reminder that Rosso's just a tiny little thing, and Adrian's double his size, and... well, anyway, there are important questions to answer. Don't focus on the size kink do not focus on the size kink—]
Anywhere you want. Just let me know when you need help getting some of this off.
[ :) Who doesn't know what's happening now?]
I figure you don't know how half of what I'm wearing works anyway.
[Today might just be the day Adrian figures out corsets and shirts with weird button placements. It just might be.]
[Rosso, you're right, but don't call him out like this he can't help it you wear such weird shit-
But okay. Okay. This is good. Rosso is on board. He's been Horny on Main all week, all through the loop, so why wouldn't he be right? But anxiety is what it is and Adrian keeps turning over the possibility that he could just ruin everything by being himself and etc etc so let's not let our brain do most of the work, here. The good news, perhaps, is that Adrian...isn't going to be needing to undo anything just yet. But they'll get there...they'll get there.
For now, he's still lingering near his middle, his throat vibrating against Rosso's stomach as he purrs while he's being pet. Then, he'll tilt his head a bit to one side, so he's resting his cheek there while still able to shift his body so he can pull his arm out from under himself. He brings his hand down onto Rosso's thigh, dragging it slowly from the outside in, all the way down to his knee.]
You drive me fuckin' crazy havin' legs like you do, I hope you know.
[Rosso's been horny on main ever since the first time Adrian ever pinned him to the floor when they were fighting after he revived, actually, but now he's got the weird Valentine's Day confidence boost to back it up.
Rosso shifts a bit so that Adrian's wandering hand has more room to work with. Rosso has always had thick thighs — consequence of running and jumping as much as he does back home, mixed with how much he does the same damn thing here (just without the scythe) — but they're also soft. If Adrian pays close attention, there's the tiniest, thinnest smattering of freckles on the insides of them, where the fur doesn't reach.
Really, he's not entirely fond of the dog legs, so he's glad Adrian likes them.]
You like 'em that much?
[The "pants situation" is very much another case of "Rosso doesn't dress for the weather ever"; because this is "a date" kind of, according to his understanding of this holiday, he's wearing a skirt. There's some modesty afforded by the fact he chooses not to wear something raunchy for underwear — just a tight pair of boyshorts, essentially — but Adrian is going to have... a view, here.
Funny enough, that's going to be the easiest to take off. The rest is like... how did you get this on. Why did you get this on.]
[Actually, a while even before they started dating, because like. Jesus. He's bisexual, okay, he has appreciated some nice legs before and he can't help it that he's a leg and ass man primarily, and Rosso happens to have a stellar pair of both.
That said, it's both a relief and absolutely maddening to see how simple his bottoms are, because Adrian doesn't even want to think about how that works with his top. Maybe it's just some kind of Elrian magic, he doesn't know. What he does know is that he's going to feel up Rosso's thighs if he'll let him, his muzzle brushing against them, tickling and relishing their softness. He could just go for it, and damn does he want to. But he decides that he'll ease into it just a little bit more by sitting forward a fraction so he can keep feeling up his legs while kissing at his stomach now, the slip of skin between his top and the skirt he's wearing.
Well. Rosso did say "wherever you want", didn't he? So, let's try something.]
You make it hard to behave.
[Said while he's blindly reaching up under that skirt, finding Rosso's ass, and giving it a firm squeeze.]
[Of course Rosso's gonna let Adrian all over his thighs, and very willingly at that; he wiggles just a tad, because those damn whiskers are ticklish and his inner thighs are sensitive, dammit, but as compensation Adrian's graced with a quiet little snort-laugh.
Which... well, the giggling ends as soon as Adrian's on his stomach. Rosso flops down onto the mattress fully, consequently pulling up his dumb shirt + corset combo, which only gives Adrian's kisses more space to land. That tickles too, but in a totally different way. He hums his approval low in his throat, punctuated with a little sigh, and that's when Adrian grabs his ass and he squeaks.
Physically the unsexiest noise he could have made, 0/10. Still, he doesn't jerk away, but instead stares up at Adrian through his lashes with something that can only be called a pout. Punk.]
Y'know, [he starts, acknowledging Adrian's statement but not really responding to it entirely,] that day we argued and you pinned me to the floor?
...
You wanna know how bad I wanted you to rail me then and there? [WHAT confidence boosting drugs did you TAKE]
[...well whatever smug look Adrian had before is gone now. It's wiped right off his face, because his jaw hits the floor when Rosso says that. He just...fucking says it, out loud, like you can say those things. And like he's in a Ghibli film, Adrian's mane and all of the fur around his head and shoulders puffs up with surprise, then he's immediately having to avert his gaze for a second because good god. That went straight to his damn dick and he swears if he didn't already have an idea in mind here, he would be tempted to actually make good on that desire of his.
Instead...he refrains, exhaling as he wills himself to ignore the pulse that seems to radiate from the center of his body to the far corners of all of his limbs, his wings pulling tight against his back.]
I-I. Didn't know you were such a horndog...
[This little SLUT
But you know what? If that's how Rosso wants to be? Then fine.
Adrian is going to draw back- slowness be damned- and flip up the edge of that skirt so he can reach in and tug at the waistband of those shorts. Up your legs go, these are coming off.
But if Rosso's being honest...maybe Adrian should try to be, too. Even if he can't quite meet his gaze, suddenly.]
It's not like I've ever done this before, but I dunno. There's just something about you in particular. Can't name it.
[It's called love. He's in love, and that sparked something, and then everything got out of hand from there.
And man is he mad that he couldn't have had Adrian sooner and they could have blown past Rosso's eight stages of anxiety (that are mysteriously missing now; adrenaline and monster instincts are a helluva drug) and his stupid little date countdowns. If he thinks about it too long, he does want to hide in his hands and get flustered and panic due to performance anxiety even though he's just laying there; he's nipping that in the bud before it becomes a problem.
...
Well. As much as he can, anyway, because Adrian's already pulling his stupid little shorts off and all Rosso can do is wiggle with nervous excitement and try not to kick his boyfriend in the face. He... manages. As he's learning, it's kind of difficult to strip with someone between your legs. Regardless, this leaves Rosso both bright red and looking Not at Adrian, and exposed just enough to where it's obvious that he's the least bit worked up.
It will take approximately zero effort on Adrian's part to work him to full hardness. But here he is anyway, with everything else on and the underwear off. Many people would call this sexy. Rosso does not have an opinion on this yet.]
[Rosso's brief return to nerves helps Adrian forget that he, too, is still shoving down immense amounts of performance anxiety here. He does not have time to be anxious about this, he has! Things to do! Worlds to rock! (Hopefully, debatably). And Rosso is so...so fucking cute, with the way he reacts to things- like that eager wiggling and the way his tail never seems to stop wagging- that Adrian isn't sure why he was ever worried.
And now, finally, Adrian can actually look at him without having to steal glances as if he hasn't been looking before. Listen, there's a difference between catching peeks in the shower and getting to see him like this up front...especially while he's aroused. Anyway, that underwear is getting tossed somewhere as Adrian settles between his boyfriend's legs, and one last time he feels a rush of nerves overwhelm him, making it hard to think.
Then, he stops. Breathes. Then allows the monster brain...just a little bit of sway. He lets it seep in to his senses, that posessive and predatory drive that causes certain urges to spike, including ones that involve utterly ruining his partner in bed. Making him his, which is the only step he's yet to take. Which means it doesn't matter how soft or not Rosso is, right now.
Because Adrian was never going to take him in his hand.
Instead, he leans in and laps at his length with his tongue, using the flat side of his muzzle to hold it up so he can mouth gently at the tip first, his tongue lathing its way up the shaft.
Which, by the way. Two things.
1) Adrian is a cat, which means his tongue is (softly) barbed. and 2)?
What he hadn't told Rosso previously, and had been hiding from him while they were kissing. His other gift.
Adrian's tongue is pierced, a neat, round, metal stud in the center of his tongue that drags across Rosso's arousal with every lap of his tongue.]
[Imagine being Rosso. You've never had sex in your life. The closest you've ever gotten to a person before coming to the peninsula was being repeatedly carried by various people because you're a troublemaker and gremlin. Then, you get a boyfriend, and mostly you make out and take baths together and act like an old married couple. Imagine, if you would, getting your first blowjob and the guy has his fucking tongue pierced.
Rosso can never date again after this, not like he'd want to, he's pretty sure he and Adrian are staying together forever thanks — but it's the principle of the matter. All other sexual encounters are ruined because nothing's going to be as good as this, and that is an opinion Rosso will now hold forever despite having nothing to measure against it.
Rosso makes... a noise. Something he'd describe as a dying cat noise or more accurately, dying dog noise — shock mixed in with a gasp that devolves very, very swiftly into moaning. As expected, it doesn't take him long to get fully hard. Adrian's like, one, two licks in and he gets the treat of feeling Rosso stiffen against his tongue, while the werewolf also struggles not to vice-grip Adrian's head with his thighs.]
Fuck—
[Claws uselessly grip the blankets under him so hard he thinks he might tear them. Rosso squirms, arching off the bed and then falling back onto it, unable to really keep still.
He doesn't dare look down, because he's Pretty Sure he'll lose his goddamn mind worse and be so flustered that he can't think. Which is... he's already halfway to having no thoughts, so maybe that's not saying much.]
...well, maybe ruining him for life wasn't exactly Adrian's intention, but...he did know that whenever he did finally get the courage to do this, he wanted it to be special. He did not get a tongue piercing just for the purpose of giving better head though, he promises. It's just a fun extra bonus.
A fun bonus that is paying off in spades as Adrian's tail curls behind him happily at the noise he manages to coax out of his boyfriend. He's pretty sure he has never heard Rosso make a sound like that in his entire life, and he's so tickled that he can't help but smirk even with the head of his cock still resting on his tongue. He'll draw back after pausing long enough to suck a little on the tip now that he's fully erect, just so he can talk.]
You know it, babe.
[Please crush his head with your beautiful thighs, Adrian can think of no better way to leave this mortal coil]
Sounds like it feels pretty damn good...
[He mutters, as if he doesn't know exactly how it feels as he smooths his paw-hands along Rosso's bare thighs.]
[Rosso debates kicking Adrian in the shoulder. "Sounds like it feels good" yeah no shit catnip-for-brains, it does! Of course it does!
He doesn't kick Adrian. He behaves, though when Adrian paws over his thigh, he'll be able to feel Rosso shiver. There's an impatience to it, and at the same time he's trying so hard to have a modicum of self-control. Rosso doesn't know what he's doing enough to wretch control away, though he thinks if Adrian doesn't get on with it he's going to either intentionally or unintentionally buck his hips into the manticore's mouth. Remains to be seen. Holding still is just... not an option.]
You're killing me.
[That's Rosso for "yes" and also Rosso for "ohhhh my goddddd" and several other expletives.]
Wh-when the fuck did you... mmfuck— ...when did you get your tongue pierced?
[He's pretty sure this did not just happen, Adrian's had that tongue down his throat more times than he can count. What IS this.]
Mmm...beginnin' of the month. Fog days make gettin' shit done easy.
[Healed up almost immediately! Good thing too, because that time loop would have been problematic for him otherwise.
Rosso's impatience is hard to miss as Adrian works him over, his paws kneading lightly against his thighs. It's not enough for his claws to come out or anything, but he's very much making biscuits right now, don't mind him.
Of course, from here answering his questions will be a smidge harder to do, mostly because Adrian is focused on actually trying to get him into his mouth proper. He's rusty, he knows he is, but it helps that Rosso pliable in his hands.....paws. He doesn't even have to reach to hold his dick steady as he draws him about halfway into his mouth, being monstrously careful not to accidentally nick him with his fangs as he begins to suck on him in earnest, working the underside with the flat of his tongue all the while.]
[Literally how the fuck did he miss th— oh okay right back to it then. Rosso should know better than to try to banter when his boyfriend is between his fucking legs like this, but here he is.
If Adrian's rusty, Rosso doesn't notice. Even if he were, Rosso still... wouldn't notice, because the fact is his Very Hot Boyfriend is currently lapping every inch of him with his fucking pierced tongue. He wouldn't consider himself too small in that department — a bit above average, really, nothing to brag on the internet about regardless — but Adrian's so much larger than him that he's able to reach pretty much everything just with his tongue alone. Rosso's already had a whole Thing over their size difference, now he's just melting into the bed about it.
If his tongue being able to basically lap the entire underside of Rosso's dick wasn't enough, though... Adrian taking him into his mouth and sucking is enough to make him rock his hips forward for a single moment, a long cry leaving parted lips as he twitches against Adrian's tongue. Rosso throws his forearm over his eyes to hide, though it's not really doing much for him. He's red from his cheeks to the tops of his shoulders, barely visible from where his sweater has exposed parts of his neck.
[It's not Rosso's fault, it's Adrian being very damn careful not to kiss him too deeply while he had this thing in his tongue. It was hard, he probably almost slipped up and let him see it a couple times. If Rosso ever thought he saw something glinting in Adrian's mouth, no he didn't. Nevertheless, these reactions are making it all worth it. Having a tongue piercing is a bit...difficult for a Manticore who regularly grooms himself, because it tends to get caught in his fur. But that he can deal with if it means getting to please his boyfriend this well.
Look at him go. Somebody give him the good boyfriend prize.
He smiles around Rosso's cock still in his mouth, watching the way he tries to hide his face with muted satisfaction. He hasn't stopped naturally, opening his jaws wider so he can take more and more of him in...
It isn't long before Rosso will feel Adrian's mouth against his skin, his tongue still moving as he starts to bob his head in earnest.]
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[Adrian can't help but smirk, despite how grumpy he is. His tail lightly thumps against the floor, and for a moment he happens to glance back up at the TV. There's a couple there, holding one another dramatically in the rain. They're getting soaked, and they're saying things Adrian can't even really hear...and then out of nowhere, they start to kiss, passionately.
Gross.
He shifts a little where he sits, restless.]
Hey, Ainen. Look here for a minute?
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His ears flick toward the sound of Adrian's voice a short second before he twists around to look at his partner better, not daring to wiggle entirely out of Adrian's gentle grip on his hips.]
Yeah?
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What if I kissed you like those two on the TV. What'd you do, huh?
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If you were gonna do it just like on TV, it'd have to be raining, so good luck with that.
[But... hmm. Rosso's tail wags a little faster now, fwump fwump fwump under the blanket.]
But, without the rain? If you were going to do it just in here? I'd probably wrap my legs around your hips and not let you out of my grasp.
[hey whoa hey whoa—]
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Adrian laughs, a sudden, loud bark of a laugh because good lord, Rosso. He doesn't know he's been saying shit like this all week, of course...by now, Adrian's started to come to expect it. But it's still a surprise when it happens. Especially with the shit he's been saying...]
Fuck the rain. I've never liked gettin' wet.
[At least, not unless it's in a fun way. But right now, they're cozy in his treehouse, where it's actually warm for the first time since it was built. Not that it matters, since Adrian can barely notice when he's got Rosso all warm in his lap. As he says that though, he lifts Rosso a bit higher against his hips, turning him a bit further so that Rosso is sort of half-leaning against his chest. It's a bit of an awkward position, all told...but Rosso did seem to insinuate he'd move if he needed to.
Which is why Adrian is...kissing the corner of his mouth. Teasing.]
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If you're going to kiss me, do it properly. What's this half-assed shit for?
[Rosso won't give Adrian much time to contemplate that, though, instead grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a real kiss. A proper one, by his standards. If you're gonna threaten to kiss him "like in the movie", you'd better make good on that, sir.]
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No. In fact, he thinks he's kindof gotten tired of the constant shit this timeloop has pulled on him. Dangled over his head. Teased him with. Will he maybe regret being so impulsive later, when Rosso isn't even going to remember that it's happened? Perhaps. Maybe he'll hope that he tried this during a more special, "right" moment. But Adrian's never done anything right in his life, and he's not going to start being a practical person now.
He's feeling selfish. He's feeling confident in a way he never has before, bolstered by the knowledge that this will all reset in the morning. Even if he fucks it up now...he won't remember. Which is why Adrian doesn't stop Rosso as he drags him forward for a kiss, but instead leans into it with gusto. He is going to make good on that, damn it; in fact, it's going to be better than that shit in the film. Because as they kiss, Adrian leans forward, dipping Rosso back slightly in his arms. He presses in close so that the rumbling purr in his chest vibrates through him from head-to-toe, mouthing his way into the furthest corner of Rosso's mouth that he can reach.
Kiss. Pause. Kiss. Kiss, kiss, there's no opportunity or time for Rosso to breathe now as Adrian bears down on him, as if seeking to suck the soul from his very body.]
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Rosso really does not have the upper hand here. Making out with your boyfriend is not a contest, but Rosso constantly acts like it is; either way, contest or no, he's not winning this. Adrian's stupid fucking head is too fucking big and his tongue is too fucking long, and like with the first time they ever made out — that snowy New Year's night on his balcony — Adrian's doing a damn good job cramming his tongue down Rosso's throat. And, like with that first time, Rosso's trying so hard not to make stupid little noises about it.
Adrian's probably gone through this song and dance before this week, with Rosso making the most pitiful whining noises against his lips and shuddering when it gets that deep.
Like this, though, being tilted back? He's lacking any sort of balance, which means he's quickly locking his ankles around Adrian's hips (because he's too small to go further than that, he can't even close his thighs even slightly) and wrapping his arms around the manticore's neck. Clinging as best he can, really. This sort of breathless, needy kissing makes him dizzy.
It also, unfortunately for him, makes his tail wag. Ordinarily, he'd clamp it down with one of his legs, but. That's not happening right now. His legs are very much where he said he'd put them.]
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Cute.
He's being careful about this frenching, though. For some reason, he's not letting Rosso get too up close and personal with his tongue, darting away with it at the last second before he can feel too much of it, only to come back in elsewhere. Rinse and repeat for as long as he thinks Rosso can handle it before they both have to breathe with Adrian drawing away with a gasp against the redhead's lips.
But he doesn't stop there. He shifts his attention, pressing his muzzle to the sensitive inner side of his neck, kissing at his throat and the rapid pulse he finds there. While Rosso is good and distracted with that, Adrian hefts him a little in his arms, making sure Rosso has a decent grip on him before he pushes himself up onto his knees, then up to his paws to stand. They're moving...
...not very far. It's just over to Adrian's bed- which has been upgraded to a futon + mattress combo on the floor, making it more like an actual bed than it's ever been previously- where the Manticore sets him...no, lays him down, still kissing at his neck...
Before finally he pulls away a fraction to give Rosso SOMETHING of a breather, his tail lashing behind him as he strokes his claws lightly through the back of his hair.]
Hey. Yaknow...I didn't really give you all of your Valentine's Day present yet.
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Rosso flips his head in such a way that moves his hair back out of the way, casting some of the long strands previously resting in the front back with the rest. A little wiggle, before he closes his eyes and rolls his head to the side with a hum. A hum, which soon after becomes a stifled groan. Adrian's whiskers tickle his skin, but that's hardly more distracting than the way his lips and the barest bit of teeth feel. A shudder runs down his spine, soft, but noticeable all the same.
Aaaand then Adrian starts to move and Rosso grips tighter, hugging Adrian's sides with his knees as best he can manage. However the hell he can carry Rosso and be all over his neck like this is a mystery, but there's no time to ask. His back hits the mattress and Rosso eagerly, needily, arches into any touch Adrian will give.]
...gift... now? [rosso pls]
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He exhales through his nose, chuffing. You can do this. Just fucking do it. If he hates it, he'll stop you.
After a moment of psyching himself up, Adrian levels his gaze with Rosso's, because he's not actually sure Rosso realizes yet what he's implying here. He doesn't want to, like...outright spell it out for him, but also consent is sexy, so. He decides to find a middle ground as he moves to halfway lay across Rosso until he's settled somewhere near the wolf's stomach, resting his chin against his navel so he can look up at him from below.]
You'll see. But I gotta ask first...s'okay if I...if I, uh. ...Touch you?
[Like. Touch.]
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Rosso cards his fingers through Adrian's mane while he lays there, sitting halfway up on his elbows so that he can meet those pretty yellow eyes of his. He's cute like this, even though his head takes up all of Rosso's abdomen. A reminder that Rosso's just a tiny little thing, and Adrian's double his size, and... well, anyway, there are important questions to answer. Don't focus on the size kink do not focus on the size kink—]
Anywhere you want. Just let me know when you need help getting some of this off.
[ :) Who doesn't know what's happening now?]
I figure you don't know how half of what I'm wearing works anyway.
[Today might just be the day Adrian figures out corsets and shirts with weird button placements. It just might be.]
screams about that image
But okay. Okay. This is good. Rosso is on board. He's been Horny on Main all week, all through the loop, so why wouldn't he be right? But anxiety is what it is and Adrian keeps turning over the possibility that he could just ruin everything by being himself and etc etc so let's not let our brain do most of the work, here. The good news, perhaps, is that Adrian...isn't going to be needing to undo anything just yet. But they'll get there...they'll get there.
For now, he's still lingering near his middle, his throat vibrating against Rosso's stomach as he purrs while he's being pet. Then, he'll tilt his head a bit to one side, so he's resting his cheek there while still able to shift his body so he can pull his arm out from under himself. He brings his hand down onto Rosso's thigh, dragging it slowly from the outside in, all the way down to his knee.]
You drive me fuckin' crazy havin' legs like you do, I hope you know.
[What's the pants situation like this evening]
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Rosso shifts a bit so that Adrian's wandering hand has more room to work with. Rosso has always had thick thighs — consequence of running and jumping as much as he does back home, mixed with how much he does the same damn thing here (just without the scythe) — but they're also soft. If Adrian pays close attention, there's the tiniest, thinnest smattering of freckles on the insides of them, where the fur doesn't reach.
Really, he's not entirely fond of the dog legs, so he's glad Adrian likes them.]
You like 'em that much?
[The "pants situation" is very much another case of "Rosso doesn't dress for the weather ever"; because this is "a date" kind of, according to his understanding of this holiday, he's wearing a skirt. There's some modesty afforded by the fact he chooses not to wear something raunchy for underwear — just a tight pair of boyshorts, essentially — but Adrian is going to have... a view, here.
Funny enough, that's going to be the easiest to take off. The rest is like... how did you get this on. Why did you get this on.]
...How long's that been a thing?
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[Actually, a while even before they started dating, because like. Jesus. He's bisexual, okay, he has appreciated some nice legs before and he can't help it that he's a leg and ass man primarily, and Rosso happens to have a stellar pair of both.
That said, it's both a relief and absolutely maddening to see how simple his bottoms are, because Adrian doesn't even want to think about how that works with his top. Maybe it's just some kind of Elrian magic, he doesn't know. What he does know is that he's going to feel up Rosso's thighs if he'll let him, his muzzle brushing against them, tickling and relishing their softness. He could just go for it, and damn does he want to. But he decides that he'll ease into it just a little bit more by sitting forward a fraction so he can keep feeling up his legs while kissing at his stomach now, the slip of skin between his top and the skirt he's wearing.
Well. Rosso did say "wherever you want", didn't he? So, let's try something.]
You make it hard to behave.
[Said while he's blindly reaching up under that skirt, finding Rosso's ass, and giving it a firm squeeze.]
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Which... well, the giggling ends as soon as Adrian's on his stomach. Rosso flops down onto the mattress fully, consequently pulling up his dumb shirt + corset combo, which only gives Adrian's kisses more space to land. That tickles too, but in a totally different way. He hums his approval low in his throat, punctuated with a little sigh, and that's when Adrian grabs his ass and he squeaks.
Physically the unsexiest noise he could have made, 0/10. Still, he doesn't jerk away, but instead stares up at Adrian through his lashes with something that can only be called a pout. Punk.]
Y'know, [he starts, acknowledging Adrian's statement but not really responding to it entirely,] that day we argued and you pinned me to the floor?
...
You wanna know how bad I wanted you to rail me then and there? [WHAT confidence boosting drugs did you TAKE]
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Instead...he refrains, exhaling as he wills himself to ignore the pulse that seems to radiate from the center of his body to the far corners of all of his limbs, his wings pulling tight against his back.]
I-I. Didn't know you were such a horndog...
[This little SLUT
But you know what? If that's how Rosso wants to be? Then fine.
Adrian is going to draw back- slowness be damned- and flip up the edge of that skirt so he can reach in and tug at the waistband of those shorts. Up your legs go, these are coming off.
But if Rosso's being honest...maybe Adrian should try to be, too. Even if he can't quite meet his gaze, suddenly.]
S...not like I didn't...want to...
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[It's called love. He's in love, and that sparked something, and then everything got out of hand from there.
And man is he mad that he couldn't have had Adrian sooner and they could have blown past Rosso's eight stages of anxiety (that are mysteriously missing now; adrenaline and monster instincts are a helluva drug) and his stupid little date countdowns. If he thinks about it too long, he does want to hide in his hands and get flustered and panic due to performance anxiety even though he's just laying there; he's nipping that in the bud before it becomes a problem.
...
Well. As much as he can, anyway, because Adrian's already pulling his stupid little shorts off and all Rosso can do is wiggle with nervous excitement and try not to kick his boyfriend in the face. He... manages. As he's learning, it's kind of difficult to strip with someone between your legs. Regardless, this leaves Rosso both bright red and looking Not at Adrian, and exposed just enough to where it's obvious that he's the least bit worked up.
It will take approximately zero effort on Adrian's part to work him to full hardness. But here he is anyway, with everything else on and the underwear off. Many people would call this sexy. Rosso does not have an opinion on this yet.]
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And now, finally, Adrian can actually look at him without having to steal glances as if he hasn't been looking before. Listen, there's a difference between catching peeks in the shower and getting to see him like this up front...especially while he's aroused. Anyway, that underwear is getting tossed somewhere as Adrian settles between his boyfriend's legs, and one last time he feels a rush of nerves overwhelm him, making it hard to think.
Then, he stops. Breathes. Then allows the monster brain...just a little bit of sway. He lets it seep in to his senses, that posessive and predatory drive that causes certain urges to spike, including ones that involve utterly ruining his partner in bed. Making him his, which is the only step he's yet to take. Which means it doesn't matter how soft or not Rosso is, right now.
Because Adrian was never going to take him in his hand.
Instead, he leans in and laps at his length with his tongue, using the flat side of his muzzle to hold it up so he can mouth gently at the tip first, his tongue lathing its way up the shaft.
Which, by the way. Two things.
1) Adrian is a cat, which means his tongue is (softly) barbed. and 2)?
What he hadn't told Rosso previously, and had been hiding from him while they were kissing. His other gift.
Adrian's tongue is pierced, a neat, round, metal stud in the center of his tongue that drags across Rosso's arousal with every lap of his tongue.]
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Rosso can never date again after this, not like he'd want to, he's pretty sure he and Adrian are staying together forever thanks — but it's the principle of the matter. All other sexual encounters are ruined because nothing's going to be as good as this, and that is an opinion Rosso will now hold forever despite having nothing to measure against it.
Rosso makes... a noise. Something he'd describe as a dying cat noise or more accurately, dying dog noise — shock mixed in with a gasp that devolves very, very swiftly into moaning. As expected, it doesn't take him long to get fully hard. Adrian's like, one, two licks in and he gets the treat of feeling Rosso stiffen against his tongue, while the werewolf also struggles not to vice-grip Adrian's head with his thighs.]
Fuck—
[Claws uselessly grip the blankets under him so hard he thinks he might tear them. Rosso squirms, arching off the bed and then falling back onto it, unable to really keep still.
He doesn't dare look down, because he's Pretty Sure he'll lose his goddamn mind worse and be so flustered that he can't think. Which is... he's already halfway to having no thoughts, so maybe that's not saying much.]
Is this— nnh— is this my "present"—?
[this holiday is awesome 10/10 no notes]
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...well, maybe ruining him for life wasn't exactly Adrian's intention, but...he did know that whenever he did finally get the courage to do this, he wanted it to be special. He did not get a tongue piercing just for the purpose of giving better head though, he promises. It's just a fun extra bonus.
A fun bonus that is paying off in spades as Adrian's tail curls behind him happily at the noise he manages to coax out of his boyfriend. He's pretty sure he has never heard Rosso make a sound like that in his entire life, and he's so tickled that he can't help but smirk even with the head of his cock still resting on his tongue. He'll draw back after pausing long enough to suck a little on the tip now that he's fully erect, just so he can talk.]
You know it, babe.
[Please crush his head with your beautiful thighs, Adrian can think of no better way to leave this mortal coil]
Sounds like it feels pretty damn good...
[He mutters, as if he doesn't know exactly how it feels as he smooths his paw-hands along Rosso's bare thighs.]
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He doesn't kick Adrian. He behaves, though when Adrian paws over his thigh, he'll be able to feel Rosso shiver. There's an impatience to it, and at the same time he's trying so hard to have a modicum of self-control. Rosso doesn't know what he's doing enough to wretch control away, though he thinks if Adrian doesn't get on with it he's going to either intentionally or unintentionally buck his hips into the manticore's mouth. Remains to be seen. Holding still is just... not an option.]
You're killing me.
[That's Rosso for "yes" and also Rosso for "ohhhh my goddddd" and several other expletives.]
Wh-when the fuck did you... mmfuck— ...when did you get your tongue pierced?
[He's pretty sure this did not just happen, Adrian's had that tongue down his throat more times than he can count. What IS this.]
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[Healed up almost immediately! Good thing too, because that time loop would have been problematic for him otherwise.
Rosso's impatience is hard to miss as Adrian works him over, his paws kneading lightly against his thighs. It's not enough for his claws to come out or anything, but he's very much making biscuits right now, don't mind him.
Of course, from here answering his questions will be a smidge harder to do, mostly because Adrian is focused on actually trying to get him into his mouth proper. He's rusty, he knows he is, but it helps that Rosso pliable in his hands.....paws. He doesn't even have to reach to hold his dick steady as he draws him about halfway into his mouth, being monstrously careful not to accidentally nick him with his fangs as he begins to suck on him in earnest, working the underside with the flat of his tongue all the while.]
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If Adrian's rusty, Rosso doesn't notice. Even if he were, Rosso still... wouldn't notice, because the fact is his Very Hot Boyfriend is currently lapping every inch of him with his fucking pierced tongue. He wouldn't consider himself too small in that department — a bit above average, really, nothing to brag on the internet about regardless — but Adrian's so much larger than him that he's able to reach pretty much everything just with his tongue alone. Rosso's already had a whole Thing over their size difference, now he's just melting into the bed about it.
If his tongue being able to basically lap the entire underside of Rosso's dick wasn't enough, though... Adrian taking him into his mouth and sucking is enough to make him rock his hips forward for a single moment, a long cry leaving parted lips as he twitches against Adrian's tongue. Rosso throws his forearm over his eyes to hide, though it's not really doing much for him. He's red from his cheeks to the tops of his shoulders, barely visible from where his sweater has exposed parts of his neck.
Hiding: Failed. Adrian: killing him actively.]
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Look at him go. Somebody give him the good boyfriend prize.
He smiles around Rosso's cock still in his mouth, watching the way he tries to hide his face with muted satisfaction. He hasn't stopped naturally, opening his jaws wider so he can take more and more of him in...
It isn't long before Rosso will feel Adrian's mouth against his skin, his tongue still moving as he starts to bob his head in earnest.]
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crawls back in here after like a month and a half
ehehehehe
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