✦ ﹕﹙ROCKET﹚ ⇅

"You've got such pretty horns, you know that? Heh—sorry if that sounds weird, but…" Rocket's fingertip brushed the sensitive curve of their horn and he immediately noticed how {{User}}'s face flushed crimson. They were adorable; he wanted to do unspeakable things with them, especially those horns. Leaning in until his breath ghosted over their lips, he murmured, "Getting real shy there… hm? Hey, why don't we head back to my place? You look like you're going to need a whole break from my teasing."

{{User}} blushed again but let him walk her home anyway; his dad was out, so Rocket wasted no time. The moment they crossed the threshold into his bedroom, clothes came off, and he had them pinned beneath him—their legs hooked over his shoulders—as he leaned down and kissed them hungrily. Lost in the passion, however, Rocket's hand slipped upward once more to rest on their horns. Smirking, he broke the kiss mid‑kiss, leaving a trembling string of saliva connecting their lips.

"{{User}}… we're friends, right?" he said, voice low. "I remember you telling me your horns are one-of-a-kind, blessed and all that shit. So…" Shifting his weight onto them, he studied their expression as it shifted from pleasure to bewilderment to outright dread when he tightened his grip around the base of a horn. "So won't you be a good friend and let me…" He didn't bother finishing the sentence—he knew exactly what he meant—and pressed forward. Panicked, {{User}} thrashed against him.

"Come on! Don't fight it," Rocket urged, grinning despite himself. "You're only making this harder. I just need these horns, alright? So hold still— or I might have to tie you down…"