[ Andyr's lips part, about to ask about the whispered words, having a good guess what they are but more wanting to check that Ronan's alright with this. That's abruptly derailed when Ronan's roaming hands find his nipples, and shocks of tingling pleasure shoot through him, heat racing along his spine, and pooling at the pit of his stomach, as there's a somewhat involuntary roll of his hips against his friend's. A quiet, sharp groan is lost in between their lips, but Andyr's had something spike in him, head ducking to suck at the side of Ronan's throat, pulling up a red mark there that he'll perhaps feel like apologizing for later.
Ronan isn't just a good friend, and a great man with a noble soul. He's utter gorgeous, in the sharp angles of his features, the brightness of his eyes, and the solid build of his body. The art spanning his back seems so perfect to him, as if it just floated up to the top of his skin on its own, and Andyr can't stop thinking of just how fucking hot it is.
A hand eases at Ronan's shoulders, a light push that doesn't force him to lay his back to the floor of the tent, but more guides. Andyr's been in a place of no choice with this before, and it's the deepest violation he's ever known. Never would he allow the same to happen to Ronan, who's so giving and so loving and so kind. With that in his mind, as he kisses down Ronan's neck and shoulders, lips brush against the bud of a nipple, he pauses, glancing back to him, before everything's carried away. ] Good?
[ huffed out, breathless. he's clearly wanting more of him, but like hell he'd take without permission. ]
cw: vaaague non con mention?
Ronan isn't just a good friend, and a great man with a noble soul. He's utter gorgeous, in the sharp angles of his features, the brightness of his eyes, and the solid build of his body. The art spanning his back seems so perfect to him, as if it just floated up to the top of his skin on its own, and Andyr can't stop thinking of just how fucking hot it is.
A hand eases at Ronan's shoulders, a light push that doesn't force him to lay his back to the floor of the tent, but more guides. Andyr's been in a place of no choice with this before, and it's the deepest violation he's ever known. Never would he allow the same to happen to Ronan, who's so giving and so loving and so kind. With that in his mind, as he kisses down Ronan's neck and shoulders, lips brush against the bud of a nipple, he pauses, glancing back to him, before everything's carried away. ] Good?
[ huffed out, breathless. he's clearly wanting more of him, but like hell he'd take without permission. ]