[ let it be known to all: ronan started the hip grinding. andyr moans, low and deep, a small shiver running up his back as the sweet, perfect friction, even with jeans and boxers in between, makes him dizzy with pleasure, lust soaking his mind and desire having him press back down against ronan to meet him. his hand slides down ronan's side, over his hip, and along his thigh to grip at the muscle, pulling him tight against him, as he rocks down into the cradle of ronan's hips.
experience or no, this alone has andyr's head spinning, and he's letting out quiet gasps, and soft yearning, keening sounds against ronan's lips. lowering his weight down over him, they're finally flush together, andyr blanketing ronan, with the grind of their hips having their chest slide together.
he wants more, god, he wants everything, but there's a difference in wanting and taking. his hands wander, down ronan's sides to grip at his hips, loving the feeling of muscle working under his fingers, and the jut of his hipbone fitting perfect against he hold. slipping back, he palms over ronan's ass, half pulling him up against him, half just feeling him, squeezing and fondling through his jeans. ]
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experience or no, this alone has andyr's head spinning, and he's letting out quiet gasps, and soft yearning, keening sounds against ronan's lips. lowering his weight down over him, they're finally flush together, andyr blanketing ronan, with the grind of their hips having their chest slide together.
he wants more, god, he wants everything, but there's a difference in wanting and taking. his hands wander, down ronan's sides to grip at his hips, loving the feeling of muscle working under his fingers, and the jut of his hipbone fitting perfect against he hold. slipping back, he palms over ronan's ass, half pulling him up against him, half just feeling him, squeezing and fondling through his jeans. ]