["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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...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.]