[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?!
Jagi. [Rosso plaps his hands on either side of Adrian's face. Look at him. Look into his eye.] I'm gonna blow your mind next time we do this, but I don't have any of that on me now, and I'm sure fucking not running home to go get them when I have you right here.
[something something you're better than ANY dildo babe]
Let's get onto the more important topic of I'm fucking horny and dying. Why were you asking anyway? You want me to finger myself for you?
["Been thinkin' about it", he says, and Rosso's tail immediately does a little half-wag before it stills. Adrian has a whole view to see that and Rosso wants to die, actually.]
...yeah? [Now he's being coy, as if he didn't tell Adrian earlier he'd been dying to be railed by him.] ...glad... we're on the same horny page, then.
[Rosso, subtly for once, admitting that he's thought of Adrian finger-banging him? It's more likely than you think.]
C'mon. I'm used to it, so... you don't have to go easy. [rosso he's twice your size]
[It's kindof weird- and a little exciting- for his boyfriend to say "I'm used to it" in regards to having his ass prepped. It causes him to chuff- that funny, big-cat noise that Adrian makes all the time in lieu of laughter sometimes- as he finally cuts to the chase and reaches down between Rosso's legs, stopping to kiss the inside of his knee as he goes.]
Better hope you mean that.
[Because IF SO...he's going to go right for it, immediately working in his middle finger as deep as he can get it, all while trying to be as careful as humanely possible to NOT let his claws come out, holy shit please stay sheathed-]
[Rosso like yep I mean that, and then Adrian's paw-hands get to work and. well.
Adrian's fingers are a lot thicker than Rosso's are for sure, and he immediately makes some noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a mix between a cat in heat and a strangled cry. A little weird-sounding, yeah, but it's not a bad thing. He is... thoroughly enjoying himself, actually.]
What the fuck's... [inhale. huff.] ...your fucking hand so big for, anyway...
[Adrian's fingers are big enough to just get someone off without much effort on his part, this is not fair, Rosso is just a little guy—]
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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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[Hang on, he's having a whole ass moment here when he was about to stick his fingers in Rosso's ass, please hold.]
I ain't never...had anythin' like that...
[So why should Rosso?
And also why didn't Rosso tell him the fuck]
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[something something you're better than ANY dildo babe]
Let's get onto the more important topic of I'm fucking horny and dying. Why were you asking anyway? You want me to finger myself for you?
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[BUT CLEARLY THAT IS NOT A PROBLEM LORD-
But no, he's already got lube on his hands, so like...don't mind him if he just takes it upon himself to push Rosso's legs back.]
...I wanted to. Been thinkin' about it.
[Rosso and his...cute ass. Unfair.]
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...yeah? [Now he's being coy, as if he didn't tell Adrian earlier he'd been dying to be railed by him.] ...glad... we're on the same horny page, then.
[Rosso, subtly for once, admitting that he's thought of Adrian finger-banging him? It's more likely than you think.]
C'mon. I'm used to it, so... you don't have to go easy. [rosso he's twice your size]
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Better hope you mean that.
[Because IF SO...he's going to go right for it, immediately working in his middle finger as deep as he can get it, all while trying to be as careful as humanely possible to NOT let his claws come out, holy shit please stay sheathed-]
crawls back in here after like a month and a half
Adrian's fingers are a lot thicker than Rosso's are for sure, and he immediately makes some noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a mix between a cat in heat and a strangled cry. A little weird-sounding, yeah, but it's not a bad thing. He is... thoroughly enjoying himself, actually.]
What the fuck's... [inhale. huff.] ...your fucking hand so big for, anyway...
[Adrian's fingers are big enough to just get someone off without much effort on his part, this is not fair, Rosso is just a little guy—]
ehehehehe
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