[All of this remains firmly within Rosso's brain, of course, but Adrian can still glean a lot of it just by going off his expressions and the fact that he is now as red as his hair. It's hilarious. It'd be even funnier if his own nerves weren't creeping in, but at least HE still has the advent of knowing that this will all reset. There are no consequences. Even if he cums within seconds and makes Rosso choke, or gets it all over his face, or something equally embarrassing, it won't matter! Nothing matters!
So Adrian just watches with rapt fascination as his boyfriend nervously settles into position between his knees, exhaling slowly at the sensation of his fingers finally touching him directly because jesus christ it feels amazing. Like, not even factoring in any blowjob happening yet, he thinks that Rosso could also just give him a handjob and he'd be plenty happy with that.
Also...Rosso will be able to close his fingers around the base, but like. Just barely. Adrian is thick down there, so enjoy that.
He purrs under his breath, his ears swiveling back as he watches Rosso, actually patient for once as he psyches himself up to get closer. He doesn't put his hands on him just yet, not wanting to try to rush or pressure him or anything...yet reflexively groans the moment he feels his lips finally touch his skin.]
Aaah......fffuuck.
[Fuck.
Okay, uh. He may last less time than he thought, but that's probably fine. It's not like Rosso lasted more than three minutes, it's not a race or anything-]
[It's not a race! Clearly. Because Rosso's taking his time (sort of oblivious to it) running his tongue over what's in easy reach, memorizing the tapered tip and the feeling of barbs against his tongue. His isn't quite as long as Adrian's on account of he's not a cat, so he's working from a more human angle here. It means he has to move his head, and a lot.
He moves it down first, trailing his tongue along the underside, still holding onto Adrian by the base just for some semblance of stability. It's a light grip, almost barely-there were it not for Rosso's flustered attempts to close his hand around the guy. He's still not confident what he's doing is any good, especially when he finally moves his hand and laps Adrian at the base before literally kissing his way back up, but.
At least he seems to be getting into it, with how much his tail is back to wagging overhead.
Rosso doesn't want to leave any part of Adrian untouched, though. When he circles back to the head and manages, through some miracle of inexperience, to get just the tip in his mouth and suck, his hands work the base, stroking and pumping.]
[Confidence has no say when the real thing getting Adrian going here is the fact that it's Rosso down there between his legs. He could be doing the worst job in the world and it wouldn't matter in the slightest. In fact, Rosso has some gal to even think he's doing bad because look at him go, licking and kissing and doing all of these little things that are already leaving Adrian sweating up there.
He has nothing to worry about.
And then, then, Rosso has finally figured out The Suck, and Adrian's fully on board. He moans, and he doesn't even bother to try stifling it with his hand like Rosso was earlier, because remember: he does not care anymore. He wants Rosso to hear just how pent up he is as he lays his head back against his pillows. He'll be able to feel Adrian's long tail curve up against his back, flicking gently there once before it settles like a fluffy weight against him, careful to stay still so he doesn't accidentally stab him with his stinger or something.
[Paralyzing partners during sex is absolutely not sexy, but what is kind of sexy is being cuddled by Adrian's tail? It feels encouraging, okay, let him have this.
What's also sexy is Adrian unabashedly moaning like that, especially his name — it momentarily makes his big ears perk up before they flatten down against his head. Oh... okay, he's doing something right, then. He'll just continue that, he thinks, sucking and massaging the underside of Adrian with his tongue, occasionally breaking away so that he's not neglecting the rest. Little kisses, licks, somewhat-awkwardly placed sucks placed along the lower parts of Adrian he can't exactly reach, all before he makes his way back to the head again, sure to slowly drag his tongue from base to tip as he goes. He takes Adrian into his mouth like that and stays this time, opening his jaw just a bit wider so he can take more of him into his mouth.
Rosso is not unaffected by any of this, though. Adrian moaning has his cock twitching; by the time he's done his slow, experimental rounds of sucking on Adrian like he's candy, Rosso's standing at attention again. He is... pretty sure anyone who manages to give oral and stay soft is lying, actually. And he's tempted, so very tempted, to reach underneath his skirt and get himself off... but that's one less hand to stroke Adrian off with, while the man is pulsing in his mouth, and that won't do.
Adrian's just going to have to make it up to him, he thinks.
[Rosso may not realize it yet, but that's the name of the game. You think Adrian is going to roll over and sleep when he knows this night is going to reset? Hell no. He is going to do everything he's wanted to, everything they could possibly cram into the next however many hours until the break of dawn. And if that means fucking until Rosso can hardly remember his own name, then that's just how things will have to be, won't it?
Adrian would be all sorts of flattered if he knew that just the act of sucking him off was getting Rosso hard again. He'll have plenty of time to learn that after he's finally busted though, too distracted now on what the Were is currently doing to focus on much else. He hisses, finally bringing down one of his paws to rest on the top of Rosso's head, fingers pulling through that long, red hair encouragingly as he's kissed, licked, and sucked to the best of Rosso's abilities.
It doesn't matter if he's new to all of this. It feels damn good.]
H-hoo man...babe...I ain't gonna last...
[That's maybe(?) all the warning Rosso is going to be afforded, because he may already be getting close...not close enough that Rosso won't get another minute or so of experimentation, but like. Adrian has been horny for a solid week by now okay, he's losing his mind.]
[Rosso would be sorry for making Adrian obnoxiously horny all week, but he's not, and he never will be. He's especially not sorry for how he Almost rode Adrian in the bath. Had Adrian not been injured as hell he would've done it, they got frisky enough in there. Unfortunately, Rosso does not remember doing this.
Can't wait for that story. They WILL go back into the bath, dammit, he's been wanting to take a bath with his idiot boyfriend for MONTHS now.
The paw on his head makes his tail wag. Because of course it does. There's something about it, a gesture that's appreciative, that makes Rosso think maybe he's not doing horribly. That, and Adrian's words, too. Something is right here. Something is right other than him and Adrian, he means, because not to be sappy but he's known that for a while.
Still, he'd have to dislocate his jaw and get a longer throat if he wanted to suck Adrian down all the way to the base, which like. He's not interested in becoming a giraffe, so he's glad he can do this much. In the back of his mind, Rosso's still freaking out over their size difference, but in a good way. In a kinky way. Like that first time he ever sat on Adrian's lap because that fucking werebear forced him out of his seat at that boujee sushi place and he realised he was like, the size of the dude's thigh.
Anyway, there are hand...blowjobs happening. Handblowjobs. Rosso is pretty convinced he'll be able to swallow Adrian down like Adrian did to him (haha, this will not happen, it Will get on his face), it seems easy, so. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't think about even edging Adrian, and he definitely doesn't move his face out of the way. No, instead, he increases the pressure just a little bit with his mouth, tongue pressing to the underside of Adrian's dick. One hand moves to preemptively settle against Adrian's thigh just in case he's anything like Rosso is with the head-pincering; the other keeps moving along the base and the rest of the shaft where he can't quite reach, all while his head bobs rhythmically up and down.
[That tail wag is cute. It makes Adrian pet him even more, as if to see if he can make Rosso wag his tail harder, faster. That thought process doesn't get very far though, not when Rosso is hell-bent on getting Adrian as deep into his throat as he's able without choking himself over it. He doesn't expect to be deepthroated- he would have been impressed if he could- so for now? This is enough. This is plenty, actually, because now he's really starting to get into it, as is Adrian judging by the way he's thrown his head back, his jaws parted as he just...moans, openly, uncaring as to who or what might hear. They're deep in Lager Woods, if anybody has managed to fight the Fog pockets to get here to hear Adrian being given head, then that's their problem to deal with, not his.]
U-ghnhhgh....fuuuck...
[He doesn't grab Rosso's head with his knees, fortunately, but he does grip his hair a bit tighter, his claws coming out a few short centimeters as they pull and tug at Rosso's hair. He huffs, a wholly cat-like sound, as the pressure builds and builds, his breath catching audibly in the back of his throat. He feels himself getting there, that coil about to snap-
And when he does finally cum? It is 1) a lot, WAY more than Rosso could hope to swallow even if he tried and 2) he is absolutely going to shoot on his face. Perhaps not in his eye...but his face and part of his hair won't be spared as Adrian uses the middle of his padded hand to pull Rosso's head even closer as he climaxes, a long, rolling snarl rumbling its way out of his chest. His hind claws pull and scratch at the wood underfoot, his tail whips against Rosso's back, gentle yet firm.
[Rosso has two thoughts in this exact moment. The first thought is "oh wow that's a lot" and the second thought is "oh wow that's hot as fuck", to the way Adrian moans and growls and grips his hair like it's a lifeline. He will enjoy that, thanks, even if his mouth is sort of half-full and anything he can't immediately swallow down gets all over him. He has the foresight to squeeze his eye shut at least.
He'll be good and wait until Adrian is done, though — wait until the claws in his hair retract and until he relaxes to sit up.
Rosso's tongue darts out between his lips to lick off what's on them, at least.]
...see, I knew what I was doing the whole time. Told ya.
[...okay one, correct, that was very hot. BUT TWO.........
Adrian didn't mean to just cum all over the guy's face like that. And even in the midst of the afterglow, when he lifts his head back up and sees it on Rosso's cheeks and in his hair, he winces.
...and then Rosso licks his lips, which causes Adrian to flare red up underneath all of that fur as he quickly sits up a little to try and help wipe his face with his hand.]
Adrian lets his arm drop back limply to his side as he exhales on a weak chuckle, seeing how hard Rosso is. He'd been a bit worried about like, continuing if Rosso was tired after all of that, but...seems his worries are immediately unfounded. So not only is he looking at Rosso's dick, he's watching him lick his cum off his face.
His tail flicks with interest as he spreads his arms wide.]
C'mere.
[He'll wait for Rosso to crawl over to him, pulling him up onto his chest so Rosso is perched there, looking down at the Manticore from a slightly higher angle. Adrian lays back a little further so Rosso can use him properly as a bed, one hand coming up to rest against the back of his head.]
Listen, I...ain't gonna sugar coat it. I really, really wanna fuck you.
[Adrian's getting used as a bed but in the sense where Rosso is very clearly trying Not to rock his hips into anything because he's very hard and now suddenly embarrassed about it, despite the Everything that just happened.
And oh whoops his face is red. Help.]
What, you think that would be uncool after what I literally just fucking told you?
[Clean the wool out of your ears lion man!!!]
Just... tell me... [urgh] ...tell me how you want me and where.
...
And help me out of these fucking clothes before they get ruined!
[Yeah, Adrian can tell. It's kindof hard not to, when Rosso is laying across him and he can feel his dick pressing into his navel. The only issue they might have here is Adrian getting it up again, but with what they need to do next...he doubts that will be much of a problem.
So he gathers Rosso up in his arms, pressing his fuzzy muzzle to his cheek to kiss him there a few times as he flips them both (carefully) over, dropping Rosso unceremoniously onto the mattress. Right, Rosso is still wearing more than a couple layers, isn't he? Well, Adrian won't waste time getting him stripped, then.]
[....well. Uh. Attempts will be made, because Rosso's dumb shirt + corset combo never came off, and Adrian has never tried to undo one of these things in his life.
Which is clear by the way his stupid smile slowly slides off his face, his eyes reflecting the confusion he feels as he stares at Rosso's waist like it's a rubiks cube.]
[Sigh! Rosso sits up, because there's no getting this thing off while he's laying down. For now, he'll turn around and put his back to Adrian, he's going to Show Him how this is done. There's delicate ribbon lace at the back, and Rosso glances over his shoulder to make sure Adrian is watching before his gaze snaps back to the wall. Carefully, he reaches behind himself and starts to unlace the corset. Adrian is welcome to help if he wants to.
After that... it's a matter of undoing a couple snaps, and it comes right off. The rest, Rosso will face forward for, reaching for Adrian's paws and putting them over the buttons on his weird little sweater... cardigan... thing... which is easy enough to get off.]
These are normal buttons, [emphasis on normal they are buttons you can undo buttons,] and the shirt underneath that's just tight spandex. There's a zipper in the back. And the skirt's a skirt.
[For what it's worth, Adrian is attentive and watches Rosso as he takes off the corset, trying to memorize exactly what he does as he unlaces it. He will help once he seems to get the idea of what needs to be tugged on without ruining the thing, a sort of relief floods him once he realizes the rest is just easy to deal with buttons and snaps to get it off the rest of the way.
He sort of flusters when Rosso puts his paws there deliberately, and after that it takes him a moment to actually get it unbuttoned.]
Y-yeah, I know how to take off a skirt...
[ITS A SKIRT...which he will get to once he's gotten the other layers off. Cardigan: off. Spandex, yeeted. Skirt, on the floor somewhere.
After that...Rosso is sitting naked in his lap, and it's about to make Adrian act up-]
You can...take off my shirt.
[It is. JUST a shirt. There are no zippers or buttons.]
[All of Rosso's dumb layers of clothes for Fashion are yeeted, and yeah, he sure is naked in Adrian's lap waiting for his dumb manticore boyfriend to act up. In the meanwhile, though, Rosso slips his hands under Adrian's shirt and pretty much just pulls it over his head in one fell swoop. There's no sexy undressing, no wandering hands, none of that... the shirt is gone to be in a pile with everything else.
That is when Rosso decides to pounce, dragging Adrian in for a heated kiss while he lets his hands wander across the expanse of his chest. He's big; Rosso uses him as a pillow all the time, so he knows, but god damn.
God damn.]
...what the fuck are you so hot for. [yeah doing really good at this bedroom talk thing.]
[There's no sexy undressing, maybe, but Adrian doesn't need it. All he needs is that searing kiss to know that he's doing something right, good lord. He won't complain, especially not when he's got Rosso laying across him like this, kissing him like his actual life depends on it.
Maybe it's okay that this will reset. Sure, it fucking sucks, but like...he's not sure how soon this would have happened otherwise. He doesn't regret it, and- hell- when Rosso forgets?
He'll just have to remind him.
When the Were eventually draws away to speak, Adrian will continue laying back as he pulls his claws lightly through Rosso's hair, his tail coiled around his waist.]
Beats me. Could ask the same thing of this pretty lil' thing I got right here.
[He smirks, squashing his muzzle against Rosso's lips for a moment before just...laying there like that a moment. Basking.
Ugh. He hates this...being in love thing. It feels so gross. They're like...trying to do something here, yet all Adrian can do for a moment is lay on his back holding Rosso, thinking about how dumb and cute he is.]
[It's like a cheatcode. "When" Rosso "forgets", Adrian will know all the shit he's into and get to relive that first-time-blowjob reaction all over again, totally.
In other news, Adrian looking at Rosso like he put the fucking stars in the sky is killing him actively, and he doesn't know what to do about it other than to smoosh his hands over his face and hide briefly while his cheeks turn red. Ugh...]
[Shoulda' been an "i" instead of an "o" but who's counting because Adrian is already using his grip on Rosso to keep the Were pinned to his chest, flipping him over so he can lay him down on the mattress underneath him instead and.......oh boy. It's immediately apparent how much of a size difference they have between them when Adrian is on him like this, because he's able to completely envelop Rosso with his body. He could just lay down and smother him if he wanted, but instead he keeps himself lifted up so Rosso can breathe, leaning his head down to kiss him a few times. Kiss kiss.
Then, he's drawing back just slightly so he can stretch out one of his paws, examining his own fingers. Hm. Well...since his claws are retractable, this....sssshould be safe enough, right?
[Nope honestly just get on top of him and put your paws on him and he'll be good, he knows his vowels and he'll list them in three different languages if you want—
Yes, Adrian could kill him just by laying on him, and Rosso might just die happy. It would be fine. But no, Adrian opts for the much sweeter kiss route, and Rosso's all too eager to return every one of them.]
No, jagi, I'm only in your bed naked for you to look at and nothing else. [Boy.] Of course I trust you, stupid.
[Let's answer the question on everyone's mind: DID Adrian buy lube for this venture.
The 13 I rolled says yes, but like. BARELY. It was nearly an afterthought, but what matters is that he got some at all. He has it, and it's...
Hiding stuffed beneath the mattress, which he pulls out after a moment of reaching and searching. He waggles the bottle in Rosso's field of vision as he uncaps the bottle with a claw, proceeding to pour a generous amount of it over his padded fingers.]
What do you mean?! Can't a guy get himself off?! I've had them for a while, you just never saw them 'cause I keep 'em in a drawer!
[When they move in together they will remain in a drawer. Thanks.]
I wasn't gonna fucking show you my collection whenever you came over! "Yeah, here's where I keep my silverware, and if you go into the bedroom on the bottom drawer of the dresser there's vibrators!" What the fuck?!
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So Adrian just watches with rapt fascination as his boyfriend nervously settles into position between his knees, exhaling slowly at the sensation of his fingers finally touching him directly because jesus christ it feels amazing. Like, not even factoring in any blowjob happening yet, he thinks that Rosso could also just give him a handjob and he'd be plenty happy with that.
Also...Rosso will be able to close his fingers around the base, but like. Just barely. Adrian is thick down there, so enjoy that.
He purrs under his breath, his ears swiveling back as he watches Rosso, actually patient for once as he psyches himself up to get closer. He doesn't put his hands on him just yet, not wanting to try to rush or pressure him or anything...yet reflexively groans the moment he feels his lips finally touch his skin.]
Aaah......fffuuck.
[Fuck.
Okay, uh. He may last less time than he thought, but that's probably fine. It's not like Rosso lasted more than three minutes, it's not a race or anything-]
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He moves it down first, trailing his tongue along the underside, still holding onto Adrian by the base just for some semblance of stability. It's a light grip, almost barely-there were it not for Rosso's flustered attempts to close his hand around the guy. He's still not confident what he's doing is any good, especially when he finally moves his hand and laps Adrian at the base before literally kissing his way back up, but.
At least he seems to be getting into it, with how much his tail is back to wagging overhead.
Rosso doesn't want to leave any part of Adrian untouched, though. When he circles back to the head and manages, through some miracle of inexperience, to get just the tip in his mouth and suck, his hands work the base, stroking and pumping.]
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He has nothing to worry about.
And then, then, Rosso has finally figured out The Suck, and Adrian's fully on board. He moans, and he doesn't even bother to try stifling it with his hand like Rosso was earlier, because remember: he does not care anymore. He wants Rosso to hear just how pent up he is as he lays his head back against his pillows. He'll be able to feel Adrian's long tail curve up against his back, flicking gently there once before it settles like a fluffy weight against him, careful to stay still so he doesn't accidentally stab him with his stinger or something.
Paralyzing your partner during sex isn't sexy!]
That's it...god, Ainen...
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What's also sexy is Adrian unabashedly moaning like that, especially his name — it momentarily makes his big ears perk up before they flatten down against his head. Oh... okay, he's doing something right, then. He'll just continue that, he thinks, sucking and massaging the underside of Adrian with his tongue, occasionally breaking away so that he's not neglecting the rest. Little kisses, licks, somewhat-awkwardly placed sucks placed along the lower parts of Adrian he can't exactly reach, all before he makes his way back to the head again, sure to slowly drag his tongue from base to tip as he goes. He takes Adrian into his mouth like that and stays this time, opening his jaw just a bit wider so he can take more of him into his mouth.
Rosso is not unaffected by any of this, though. Adrian moaning has his cock twitching; by the time he's done his slow, experimental rounds of sucking on Adrian like he's candy, Rosso's standing at attention again. He is... pretty sure anyone who manages to give oral and stay soft is lying, actually. And he's tempted, so very tempted, to reach underneath his skirt and get himself off... but that's one less hand to stroke Adrian off with, while the man is pulsing in his mouth, and that won't do.
Adrian's just going to have to make it up to him, he thinks.
They're going to be here all night at this rate.]
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Adrian would be all sorts of flattered if he knew that just the act of sucking him off was getting Rosso hard again. He'll have plenty of time to learn that after he's finally busted though, too distracted now on what the Were is currently doing to focus on much else. He hisses, finally bringing down one of his paws to rest on the top of Rosso's head, fingers pulling through that long, red hair encouragingly as he's kissed, licked, and sucked to the best of Rosso's abilities.
It doesn't matter if he's new to all of this. It feels damn good.]
H-hoo man...babe...I ain't gonna last...
[That's maybe(?) all the warning Rosso is going to be afforded, because he may already be getting close...not close enough that Rosso won't get another minute or so of experimentation, but like. Adrian has been horny for a solid week by now okay, he's losing his mind.]
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Can't wait for that story. They WILL go back into the bath, dammit, he's been wanting to take a bath with his idiot boyfriend for MONTHS now.
The paw on his head makes his tail wag. Because of course it does. There's something about it, a gesture that's appreciative, that makes Rosso think maybe he's not doing horribly. That, and Adrian's words, too. Something is right here. Something is right other than him and Adrian, he means, because not to be sappy but he's known that for a while.
Still, he'd have to dislocate his jaw and get a longer throat if he wanted to suck Adrian down all the way to the base, which like. He's not interested in becoming a giraffe, so he's glad he can do this much. In the back of his mind, Rosso's still freaking out over their size difference, but in a good way. In a kinky way. Like that first time he ever sat on Adrian's lap because that fucking werebear forced him out of his seat at that boujee sushi place and he realised he was like, the size of the dude's thigh.
Anyway, there are hand...blowjobs happening. Handblowjobs. Rosso is pretty convinced he'll be able to swallow Adrian down like Adrian did to him (haha, this will not happen, it Will get on his face), it seems easy, so. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't think about even edging Adrian, and he definitely doesn't move his face out of the way. No, instead, he increases the pressure just a little bit with his mouth, tongue pressing to the underside of Adrian's dick. One hand moves to preemptively settle against Adrian's thigh just in case he's anything like Rosso is with the head-pincering; the other keeps moving along the base and the rest of the shaft where he can't quite reach, all while his head bobs rhythmically up and down.
Please don't shoot in his eye thanks—]
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U-ghnhhgh....fuuuck...
[He doesn't grab Rosso's head with his knees, fortunately, but he does grip his hair a bit tighter, his claws coming out a few short centimeters as they pull and tug at Rosso's hair. He huffs, a wholly cat-like sound, as the pressure builds and builds, his breath catching audibly in the back of his throat. He feels himself getting there, that coil about to snap-
And when he does finally cum? It is 1) a lot, WAY more than Rosso could hope to swallow even if he tried and 2) he is absolutely going to shoot on his face. Perhaps not in his eye...but his face and part of his hair won't be spared as Adrian uses the middle of his padded hand to pull Rosso's head even closer as he climaxes, a long, rolling snarl rumbling its way out of his chest. His hind claws pull and scratch at the wood underfoot, his tail whips against Rosso's back, gentle yet firm.
Enjoy that, Rosso.]
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He'll be good and wait until Adrian is done, though — wait until the claws in his hair retract and until he relaxes to sit up.
Rosso's tongue darts out between his lips to lick off what's on them, at least.]
...see, I knew what I was doing the whole time. Told ya.
[UH HUH SURE BUDDY]
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Adrian didn't mean to just cum all over the guy's face like that. And even in the midst of the afterglow, when he lifts his head back up and sees it on Rosso's cheeks and in his hair, he winces.
...and then Rosso licks his lips, which causes Adrian to flare red up underneath all of that fur as he quickly sits up a little to try and help wipe his face with his hand.]
Shit. Are you okay?
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I'm fine. I didn't know you'd cum that much. Caught me off-guard, that's all.
[Rosso's sitting back on his calves now, so uh. Enjoy the fact that there's Nothing to hide, even with the skirt.
Please help him.]
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Adrian lets his arm drop back limply to his side as he exhales on a weak chuckle, seeing how hard Rosso is. He'd been a bit worried about like, continuing if Rosso was tired after all of that, but...seems his worries are immediately unfounded. So not only is he looking at Rosso's dick, he's watching him lick his cum off his face.
His tail flicks with interest as he spreads his arms wide.]
C'mere.
[He'll wait for Rosso to crawl over to him, pulling him up onto his chest so Rosso is perched there, looking down at the Manticore from a slightly higher angle. Adrian lays back a little further so Rosso can use him properly as a bed, one hand coming up to rest against the back of his head.]
Listen, I...ain't gonna sugar coat it. I really, really wanna fuck you.
[His tail coils around the Were's back, again.]
S'that cool with you?
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And oh whoops his face is red. Help.]
What, you think that would be uncool after what I literally just fucking told you?
[Clean the wool out of your ears lion man!!!]
Just... tell me... [urgh] ...tell me how you want me and where.
...
And help me out of these fucking clothes before they get ruined!
1/2
So he gathers Rosso up in his arms, pressing his fuzzy muzzle to his cheek to kiss him there a few times as he flips them both (carefully) over, dropping Rosso unceremoniously onto the mattress. Right, Rosso is still wearing more than a couple layers, isn't he? Well, Adrian won't waste time getting him stripped, then.]
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Which is clear by the way his stupid smile slowly slides off his face, his eyes reflecting the confusion he feels as he stares at Rosso's waist like it's a rubiks cube.]
...
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Babe.
[Sigh! Rosso sits up, because there's no getting this thing off while he's laying down. For now, he'll turn around and put his back to Adrian, he's going to Show Him how this is done. There's delicate ribbon lace at the back, and Rosso glances over his shoulder to make sure Adrian is watching before his gaze snaps back to the wall. Carefully, he reaches behind himself and starts to unlace the corset. Adrian is welcome to help if he wants to.
After that... it's a matter of undoing a couple snaps, and it comes right off. The rest, Rosso will face forward for, reaching for Adrian's paws and putting them over the buttons on his weird little sweater... cardigan... thing... which is easy enough to get off.]
These are normal buttons, [emphasis on normal they are buttons you can undo buttons,] and the shirt underneath that's just tight spandex. There's a zipper in the back. And the skirt's a skirt.
...
You know how to take off a skirt, right?
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He sort of flusters when Rosso puts his paws there deliberately, and after that it takes him a moment to actually get it unbuttoned.]
Y-yeah, I know how to take off a skirt...
[ITS A SKIRT...which he will get to once he's gotten the other layers off. Cardigan: off. Spandex, yeeted. Skirt, on the floor somewhere.
After that...Rosso is sitting naked in his lap, and it's about to make Adrian act up-]
You can...take off my shirt.
[It is. JUST a shirt. There are no zippers or buttons.]
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That is when Rosso decides to pounce, dragging Adrian in for a heated kiss while he lets his hands wander across the expanse of his chest. He's big; Rosso uses him as a pillow all the time, so he knows, but god damn.
God damn.]
...what the fuck are you so hot for. [yeah doing really good at this bedroom talk thing.]
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Maybe it's okay that this will reset. Sure, it fucking sucks, but like...he's not sure how soon this would have happened otherwise. He doesn't regret it, and- hell- when Rosso forgets?
He'll just have to remind him.
When the Were eventually draws away to speak, Adrian will continue laying back as he pulls his claws lightly through Rosso's hair, his tail coiled around his waist.]
Beats me. Could ask the same thing of this pretty lil' thing I got right here.
[He smirks, squashing his muzzle against Rosso's lips for a moment before just...laying there like that a moment. Basking.
Ugh. He hates this...being in love thing. It feels so gross. They're like...trying to do something here, yet all Adrian can do for a moment is lay on his back holding Rosso, thinking about how dumb and cute he is.]
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In other news, Adrian looking at Rosso like he put the fucking stars in the sky is killing him actively, and he doesn't know what to do about it other than to smoosh his hands over his face and hide briefly while his cheeks turn red. Ugh...]
Adri... [hhh] You're fucking killing me here.
[Unburying his face now.]
I want you on me. Now.
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[Shoulda' been an "i" instead of an "o" but who's counting because Adrian is already using his grip on Rosso to keep the Were pinned to his chest, flipping him over so he can lay him down on the mattress underneath him instead and.......oh boy. It's immediately apparent how much of a size difference they have between them when Adrian is on him like this, because he's able to completely envelop Rosso with his body. He could just lay down and smother him if he wanted, but instead he keeps himself lifted up so Rosso can breathe, leaning his head down to kiss him a few times. Kiss kiss.
Then, he's drawing back just slightly so he can stretch out one of his paws, examining his own fingers. Hm. Well...since his claws are retractable, this....sssshould be safe enough, right?
He looks at Rosso sidelong.]
You trust me, right?
[Not to rip your asshole he means-]
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Yes, Adrian could kill him just by laying on him, and Rosso might just die happy. It would be fine. But no, Adrian opts for the much sweeter kiss route, and Rosso's all too eager to return every one of them.]
No, jagi, I'm only in your bed naked for you to look at and nothing else. [Boy.] Of course I trust you, stupid.
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[Let's answer the question on everyone's mind: DID Adrian buy lube for this venture.
The 13 I rolled says yes, but like. BARELY. It was nearly an afterthought, but what matters is that he got some at all. He has it, and it's...
Hiding stuffed beneath the mattress, which he pulls out after a moment of reaching and searching. He waggles the bottle in Rosso's field of vision as he uncaps the bottle with a claw, proceeding to pour a generous amount of it over his padded fingers.]
You ever fingered yourself before?
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Adrian. I own sex toys. Yes, I've fingered myself before.
[HE'S JUSSAYIN]
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W-
What the fuck?! Since when did you own sex toys??
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[When they move in together they will remain in a drawer. Thanks.]
I wasn't gonna fucking show you my collection whenever you came over! "Yeah, here's where I keep my silverware, and if you go into the bedroom on the bottom drawer of the dresser there's vibrators!" What the fuck?!
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crawls back in here after like a month and a half
ehehehehe
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