[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—]
[Adrian might be a little worried if he didn't already know that Rosso just sounds like this. He's a very shouty guy and even when he talks sometimes he sounds like he's yelling, so it's fine. He is going to try too be careful not to go at it too hard, but also...he's under the assumption Rosso can take it because he's fucked himself with toys before, SO.]
Dunno. Ask the Fog, maybe?
[His big hands used to be a point of frustration and embarrassment. But now, as he works his finger in to gently stretch Rosso open, he's realizing maybe it's not so bad...]
[Rosso can take it! He's just briefly alarmed by the fact that Adrian's goddamn fingers are so thick. What the fuck.]
I'm not asking God for shit. [He wants to kick Adrian, but not really. Just a gentle tap on the thigh with his hindpaws... Rosso refrains, though, because by the time he's considering it the consideration is gone. He is mewling, and the next words out of his mouth as he tenses and arches off the bed are simply:] Ihateyousomuch.
[He does not. His tail is very slightly wagging and he's clutching at the sheets and moaning. This is not what hate looks like.]
[Comes Adrian's reply as he digs in just a little bit deeper, deliberately seeking Rosso's prostate this time. He hopes he'd bark at him and say something before he gets too close, because he doesn't want to ruin the fun before he can actually get IN him. That said...nobody said he couldn't tease him while he did this, especially since he's been given this power.
Meanwhile, his other hand reaches out to hook around Rosso's hip, squeezing at his thigh in a manner that's pretty much exactly like a cat kneading, making biscuits against the skin.]
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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
Dunno. Ask the Fog, maybe?
[His big hands used to be a point of frustration and embarrassment. But now, as he works his finger in to gently stretch Rosso open, he's realizing maybe it's not so bad...]
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I'm not asking God for shit. [He wants to kick Adrian, but not really. Just a gentle tap on the thigh with his hindpaws... Rosso refrains, though, because by the time he's considering it the consideration is gone. He is mewling, and the next words out of his mouth as he tenses and arches off the bed are simply:] Ihateyousomuch.
[He does not. His tail is very slightly wagging and he's clutching at the sheets and moaning. This is not what hate looks like.]
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[Comes Adrian's reply as he digs in just a little bit deeper, deliberately seeking Rosso's prostate this time. He hopes he'd bark at him and say something before he gets too close, because he doesn't want to ruin the fun before he can actually get IN him. That said...nobody said he couldn't tease him while he did this, especially since he's been given this power.
Meanwhile, his other hand reaches out to hook around Rosso's hip, squeezing at his thigh in a manner that's pretty much exactly like a cat kneading, making biscuits against the skin.]