[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.]
[Rosso will make him a cake that says "thanks for the blowjob" later.
Or maybe it'll be sooner rather than later, because — well, listen, it's not his fault if he's a useless virgin, is it? It's not his fault if he's sensitive because no one's ever touched him like this before, right? His hand does not count?? Point is — is Rosso is dying over here, trying so hard to will himself not to climax too early and it isn't working at all.
Please don't be embarrassing, he tells himself while Adrian's bobbing his head and Rosso's pulsing in his mouth every time that piercing brushes over any part of him at all, with the worst ("worst") part of it being whenever it presses up underneath the head of his cock and hhhhhh he's gonna DIE—]
Adri—
[The most pathetic, whiny sound he's ever heard escapes his throat unbidden, and Rosso can't help it — he winds up pincering Adrian's head with his thighs, blearily telling himself to be mindful while also unable to really... like. stop it from happening. It's reflexive, at this point, as his hips rock forward and he whimpers in the back of his throat. Bursts of precum drip against Adrian's tongue as a warning, while Rosso desperately tries to word one in the first place...
...all while his stupid tail is wagging up a storm, thwacking Adrian in the shoulder the entire time. Talk about fucking embarrassing, he's going to cum after like three minutes of blowjob and his tail is going to wag the whole time?? Ugh—]
C-close— godddddd Ihateyousomuch—
[That's Rosso for "I love you thank you for oral". Very deceptive.]
[Oooohh fuuck yes. Adrian had been hoping he would rile Rosso up enough for him to lose control of himself, and boy is he not disappointing. Like, Adrian doesn't care anymore, Rosso can fuck his face for all he cares. Nothing is real, nothing matters, time will reset and only Adrian will remember this but fuck if that doesn't mean he isn't going to leave Rosso a whimpering mess in his wake. When the Were squeezes his head with his thighs, Adrian just lets it happen, focusing on breathing through his nose as much as he can while he's still able. When Rosso moves his hips, Adrian allows it- encourages it even- by keeping his head mostly still so he can let Rosso do a bit more of the work here. The more he moves his hips, the more he'll get to feel that piercing, so I mean...
He could tell Rosso was getting close even before he said something, but the fact he's a quick shot doesn't bother him at all. It's actually really flattering...and yeah, he's a virgin, so he expected this anyway. Imagine your first sexual encounter and you get a blowjob just, immediately. Adrian couldhave eased him into it with a handjob but nooo he had to be all fancy. And now he's smirking up at Rosso from between his knees where he's still holding him down and fucking his face, opening his mouth a little wider so Rosso can slide freely along the flat of his tongue.
[Adrian could have been nice and gentle with a sexually-frustrated tsundere who minutes earlier said he'd been thinking about Adrian fucking him since the day he got pinned to the floor of his apartment, yeah, but instead he ramped it up and Rosso's feeling it. And also feeling like he's about to ruin the fun by climaxing too soon, but Adrian does not relent and Rosso's too far gone to really think about it longer.
Stupid fucking... giant-ass cat man and his stupid... fucking barbed, pierced tongue...
Rosso makes a strangled cry somewhere in the back of his throat, trying to chase the bliss of getting that piercing to drag along a particular spot over him and— oh fuck, there it is—]
F-fuck, Adrian—
[And Rosso... before he loses it completely, switches languages mid-sentence, to one he's never even spoken in front of Adrian before. It's Northern Lanoxian, because people in Lanox speak too many fucking languages — Italian really, and boy he's speaking it fast and almost-incomprehensibly as his hips buck into the heat.
He doesn't last more than a few more brushes of Adrian's stupid fucking piercing against his cock before his hips jerk forward one final time, and with a loud cry and more broken-up fantasy-Italian and Adrian's name mixed in, he spills into Adrian's mouth. Only after a few slow moments pass, Rosso pulsing against his boyfriend's tongue the entire time, does he finally relax and slump back against the mattress.
His tail, though, that keeps moving. And now Rosso is... well, hiding, both hands covering his face while it burns red-hot. Don't talk to him he's processing—]
[For some time now, Adrian has imagined how this might go. A lot of his own insecurities assured him that something would go wrong- something always does- but so far...it's been the exact opposite. Maybe it's the confidence boost of time resetting that's making it so that Adrian isn't having any performance issues, but either way it's likely Rosso wouldn't know one way or the other. He's already set the bar so ridiculously high that he's going to have an impossible time one-upping himself on this later.
And there will be a later, sorry Adrian.
He stays firmly where he is when Rosso starts spiraling towards release, his brow furrowing at the way he abruptly swaps to a language he can't understand. That...is both funny and incredibly hot, so he isn't going to ask Rosso to repeat himself or anything. He just enjoys it for what it is, chuckling in the back of his throat in a way that rumbles fervently against his boyfriend's cock. If he's able to swallow huge chunks of meat whole as a big cat, then surely he should be able to take everything Rosso has to give him without dying over it.
He brings his paws up to gently grip Rosso's thighs again as he bucks his hips into his mouth, keeping his jaws open as wide as he needs to so that his teeth aren't nicking the skin. It isn't until he finally feels Rosso's entire body tighten like a coiled spring that he relaxes himself, swallowing rhythmically around him and sucking him through his orgasm, his tail twitching behind him, pleased. It's actually a bit more than he's expecting...but he doesn't let that stop him, swallowing everything until Rosso is cumming dry.
He licks him a few more times to make sure he's been properly cleaned before he pulls back with a thick sounding pop, rubbing at the corner of his mouth with his pawpads.]
...guess I don't need to ask if that was good or not.
[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—
[Adrian sputters as Rosso thwacks him over the head with that pillow, his head ducking forwards. It's a pillow, so he doesn't really feel any pain so much as he does the impact of Rossso's swing, the box between the ears enough to get him to recoil for a few seconds. By the time he resurfaces, though, he's sneering...sticking his tongue out at Rosso past his saber-fangs.]
I think I just made you cum harder than you ever have in your damn life.
[So. Yeah. It was good.
Adrian is still half laying down, and so he'll roll onto his side much like an actual cat might, resting his head on Rosso's plush thigh. When the Were circles around to suggessting that he return the favor, however...]
[Rosso's not going to validate that with a response because it's true, dammit, but then he has to be like "oh yeah better than my hands" and then Adrian's gonna be cheeky and ask what he's getting off to and Rosso's gonna have to be like "you" and that's messy, all of that is messy, for once he's choosing to have a filter.
...
Anyway, Rosso.exe has crashed.]
I'm not about to be some loser who doesn't reciprocate oral! [YEAH!!! one time ventus told him that was shitty and rosso said stop telling me about the things you wish you got up to. Ventus shut up pretty quickly after that.] Just— don't expect it to be that good, alright?! Lower your expectations! A lot!
[Oh Rosso you don't know what you just walked into (but do tell him about how you jerk off thinking about him sometime, he'd LOVE that)]
Ainen.
[Adrian rumbles, pushing himself upright just a little as he licks his lips, starting to scoot forward with the intent of taking Rosso's place on his bed.]
I'm 'bout to bust just thinkin' about your mouth on me. I don't think you got anythin' to worry about.
[They'll switch places, then, and Rosso will take this opportunity to flip his skirt down. He does not put his underwear back on. Something in his gay little heart tells him just having Adrian's cock in his face is going to make him hard, again.]
Then— fucking— undress.
[Rosso barely manages to make the suggestion before his face is red all over again, and then he starts impatiently pulling at Adrian's pants. If they button up, it takes him an embarrassing couple seconds to remember how buttons work because he's flustered. Please leave him alone he's trying his best.]
[Funny Adrian's says that when he is so horny right now that his fur is literally standing on end. He can barely stay still as Rosso fumbles with his pants, though fortunately for him he's wearing sweatpants because he gave up dressing nice for their date a couple loops ago. All he'll really have to do is yoink those down, along with his underwear.
Now Adrian is in a unique situation compared to Rosso. He's covered in fur from head to toe, the only skin visible being what's on his pawpads and inner ears. His belly fur is very fine compared to the rest of him, at least when you get further down towards his crotch, in which case there is just...a sea of dark brown fur, the same color as his mane. Fortunately for Rosso, he won't have to go searching to find his prize, exactly. Adrian is already hard enough that he's visible well past the fur.
And he's...uh. He's got a cat penis, now. it's shaped a little different than it used to be, more tapered towards the end and covered in soft barbs. It's thicker at the base than the tip, and surrounding the base is a sheath of skin that usually hides it entirely when he's not dealing with an erection. He spreads his legs a little further apart so Rosso can get a good look, bringing a paw down to push some of the fur back.
[Haha ohhhh Rosso wants that in him Now actually but he'll be good he won't jump on Adrian yet, though... filter is off again, clearly, because the first thing he mutters is just—]
I'm not positive I can get that in my mouth.
[Why is your dick so big??? You can KILL SOMEONE with that. Rosso's aware that choking on dick is a thing people say but he didn't think it was literal...!
Either way... now is not the time to be a chicken. Now is the time to get over his performance anxiety and actually, y'know, perform. Whereas Adrian's had one (bad) sexual encounter before and has ideas, Rosso has... none, and he's pretty sure that's to his detriment when he's faced with a dick this big.
Hokay. It's like. This is easy, right? He has two hands and a mouth, so anywhere he can't lick he can just get off with his hands. It can't be that hard. It's like licking a really giant lollipop, one of those ones from the stand at Amusement Mile. That's how it works. He's going with that because this is the only time he'll be able to operate here.
(Adrian will get to watch Rosso's system just completely bluescreen in real time. His facial expression can only be described as a mix of "awe" and "horny".)
After shaking off the initial shock and fluster, Rosso reaches his hand out to wrap around Adrian's cock and then the fluster comes back full force because he's touching his boyfriend's ENORMOUS dick ohhhhhh by Elria's left tit he's going to die.
It's experimental, when he finally (again) shakes the haze off, letting his fingertips glide slowly up the shaft. Feeling, memorizing, wondering how those barbs are going to feel when he jumps Adrian's bones here in Eventually because hhh.
Slowly, he sinks down so that his head is between Adrian's thighs, still with his hand on him... please tell me if he can close his fingers around the base for science.]
Don't move your hips too much until I can figure out what I'm doing. I'm going to try not to fucking choke.
[this is compliment, if there's any doubt the fact that Rosso's been starry-eyed over Adrian's dick for several consecutive minutes might clear that right up.
That said... he's not going to beat around the bush any longer. He leans forward, trying to remember how Adrian did it... then puts his lips over the tip and sucks, very softly, before he actually lets his tongue slip from between his lips to press against the underside of the head.]
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flammadecinis) wrote2022-05-15 03:26 pm
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?
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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.
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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"—?
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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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Or maybe it'll be sooner rather than later, because — well, listen, it's not his fault if he's a useless virgin, is it? It's not his fault if he's sensitive because no one's ever touched him like this before, right? His hand does not count?? Point is — is Rosso is dying over here, trying so hard to will himself not to climax too early and it isn't working at all.
Please don't be embarrassing, he tells himself while Adrian's bobbing his head and Rosso's pulsing in his mouth every time that piercing brushes over any part of him at all, with the worst ("worst") part of it being whenever it presses up underneath the head of his cock and hhhhhh he's gonna DIE—]
Adri—
[The most pathetic, whiny sound he's ever heard escapes his throat unbidden, and Rosso can't help it — he winds up pincering Adrian's head with his thighs, blearily telling himself to be mindful while also unable to really... like. stop it from happening. It's reflexive, at this point, as his hips rock forward and he whimpers in the back of his throat. Bursts of precum drip against Adrian's tongue as a warning, while Rosso desperately tries to word one in the first place...
...all while his stupid tail is wagging up a storm, thwacking Adrian in the shoulder the entire time. Talk about fucking embarrassing, he's going to cum after like three minutes of blowjob and his tail is going to wag the whole time?? Ugh—]
C-close— godddddd Ihateyousomuch—
[That's Rosso for "I love you thank you for oral". Very deceptive.]
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He could tell Rosso was getting close even before he said something, but the fact he's a quick shot doesn't bother him at all. It's actually really flattering...and yeah, he's a virgin, so he expected this anyway. Imagine your first sexual encounter and you get a blowjob just, immediately. Adrian couldhave eased him into it with a handjob but nooo he had to be all fancy. And now he's smirking up at Rosso from between his knees where he's still holding him down and fucking his face, opening his mouth a little wider so Rosso can slide freely along the flat of his tongue.
Go ahead, babe, he's not going anywhere.]
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Stupid fucking... giant-ass cat man and his stupid... fucking barbed, pierced tongue...
Rosso makes a strangled cry somewhere in the back of his throat, trying to chase the bliss of getting that piercing to drag along a particular spot over him and— oh fuck, there it is—]
F-fuck, Adrian—
[And Rosso... before he loses it completely, switches languages mid-sentence, to one he's never even spoken in front of Adrian before. It's Northern Lanoxian, because people in Lanox speak too many fucking languages — Italian really, and boy he's speaking it fast and almost-incomprehensibly as his hips buck into the heat.
He doesn't last more than a few more brushes of Adrian's stupid fucking piercing against his cock before his hips jerk forward one final time, and with a loud cry and more broken-up fantasy-Italian and Adrian's name mixed in, he spills into Adrian's mouth. Only after a few slow moments pass, Rosso pulsing against his boyfriend's tongue the entire time, does he finally relax and slump back against the mattress.
His tail, though, that keeps moving. And now Rosso is... well, hiding, both hands covering his face while it burns red-hot. Don't talk to him he's processing—]
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And there will be a later, sorry Adrian.
He stays firmly where he is when Rosso starts spiraling towards release, his brow furrowing at the way he abruptly swaps to a language he can't understand. That...is both funny and incredibly hot, so he isn't going to ask Rosso to repeat himself or anything. He just enjoys it for what it is, chuckling in the back of his throat in a way that rumbles fervently against his boyfriend's cock. If he's able to swallow huge chunks of meat whole as a big cat, then surely he should be able to take everything Rosso has to give him without dying over it.
He brings his paws up to gently grip Rosso's thighs again as he bucks his hips into his mouth, keeping his jaws open as wide as he needs to so that his teeth aren't nicking the skin. It isn't until he finally feels Rosso's entire body tighten like a coiled spring that he relaxes himself, swallowing rhythmically around him and sucking him through his orgasm, his tail twitching behind him, pleased. It's actually a bit more than he's expecting...but he doesn't let that stop him, swallowing everything until Rosso is cumming dry.
He licks him a few more times to make sure he's been properly cleaned before he pulls back with a thick sounding pop, rubbing at the corner of his mouth with his pawpads.]
...guess I don't need to ask if that was good or not.
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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]
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[Adrian sputters as Rosso thwacks him over the head with that pillow, his head ducking forwards. It's a pillow, so he doesn't really feel any pain so much as he does the impact of Rossso's swing, the box between the ears enough to get him to recoil for a few seconds. By the time he resurfaces, though, he's sneering...sticking his tongue out at Rosso past his saber-fangs.]
I think I just made you cum harder than you ever have in your damn life.
[So. Yeah. It was good.
Adrian is still half laying down, and so he'll roll onto his side much like an actual cat might, resting his head on Rosso's plush thigh. When the Were circles around to suggessting that he return the favor, however...]
...do you wanna try?
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...
Anyway, Rosso.exe has crashed.]
I'm not about to be some loser who doesn't reciprocate oral! [YEAH!!! one time ventus told him that was shitty and rosso said stop telling me about the things you wish you got up to. Ventus shut up pretty quickly after that.] Just— don't expect it to be that good, alright?! Lower your expectations! A lot!
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Ainen.
[Adrian rumbles, pushing himself upright just a little as he licks his lips, starting to scoot forward with the intent of taking Rosso's place on his bed.]
I'm 'bout to bust just thinkin' about your mouth on me. I don't think you got anythin' to worry about.
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Then— fucking— undress.
[Rosso barely manages to make the suggestion before his face is red all over again, and then he starts impatiently pulling at Adrian's pants. If they button up, it takes him an embarrassing couple seconds to remember how buttons work because he's flustered. Please leave him alone he's trying his best.]
Lemme see.
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[Funny Adrian's says that when he is so horny right now that his fur is literally standing on end. He can barely stay still as Rosso fumbles with his pants, though fortunately for him he's wearing sweatpants because he gave up dressing nice for their date a couple loops ago. All he'll really have to do is yoink those down, along with his underwear.
Now Adrian is in a unique situation compared to Rosso. He's covered in fur from head to toe, the only skin visible being what's on his pawpads and inner ears. His belly fur is very fine compared to the rest of him, at least when you get further down towards his crotch, in which case there is just...a sea of dark brown fur, the same color as his mane. Fortunately for Rosso, he won't have to go searching to find his prize, exactly. Adrian is already hard enough that he's visible well past the fur.
And he's...uh. He's got a cat penis, now. it's shaped a little different than it used to be, more tapered towards the end and covered in soft barbs. It's thicker at the base than the tip, and surrounding the base is a sheath of skin that usually hides it entirely when he's not dealing with an erection. He spreads his legs a little further apart so Rosso can get a good look, bringing a paw down to push some of the fur back.
It...is not small.]
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I'm not positive I can get that in my mouth.
[Why is your dick so big??? You can KILL SOMEONE with that. Rosso's aware that choking on dick is a thing people say but he didn't think it was literal...!
Either way... now is not the time to be a chicken. Now is the time to get over his performance anxiety and actually, y'know, perform. Whereas Adrian's had one (bad) sexual encounter before and has ideas, Rosso has... none, and he's pretty sure that's to his detriment when he's faced with a dick this big.
Hokay. It's like. This is easy, right? He has two hands and a mouth, so anywhere he can't lick he can just get off with his hands. It can't be that hard. It's like licking a really giant lollipop, one of those ones from the stand at Amusement Mile. That's how it works. He's going with that because this is the only time he'll be able to operate here.
(Adrian will get to watch Rosso's system just completely bluescreen in real time. His facial expression can only be described as a mix of "awe" and "horny".)
After shaking off the initial shock and fluster, Rosso reaches his hand out to wrap around Adrian's cock and then the fluster comes back full force because he's touching his boyfriend's ENORMOUS dick ohhhhhh by Elria's left tit he's going to die.
It's experimental, when he finally (again) shakes the haze off, letting his fingertips glide slowly up the shaft. Feeling, memorizing, wondering how those barbs are going to feel when he jumps Adrian's bones here in Eventually because hhh.
Slowly, he sinks down so that his head is between Adrian's thighs, still with his hand on him... please tell me if he can close his fingers around the base for science.]
Don't move your hips too much until I can figure out what I'm doing. I'm going to try not to fucking choke.
[this is compliment, if there's any doubt the fact that Rosso's been starry-eyed over Adrian's dick for several consecutive minutes might clear that right up.
That said... he's not going to beat around the bush any longer. He leans forward, trying to remember how Adrian did it... then puts his lips over the tip and sucks, very softly, before he actually lets his tongue slip from between his lips to press against the underside of the head.]
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crawls back in here after like a month and a half
ehehehehe
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