[Ronan's quietly grateful that Andyr agrees to guide him, because even this much - his hand closing around Andyr's cock, the steady pace Andyr sets - is new to him. He's barely touched himself like this, let alone someone else. Brow drawn in concentration, Ronan strokes Andyr's length with studious precision the first few times. But then he begins to understand the nuances, how a certain amount of pressure draws a certain sound out of Andyr, and the rhythm becomes more natural.]
Really?
[He can't pinpoint why exactly that surprises him. Andyr may be smaller than Ronan, but he's not small. He's thick and strong and powerful, every part of him chiseled and prepared for battle, and Ronan associates all of these things with domination. But then, he doesn't know very much about any of this.
His hand doesn't stop its work for a single moment. Every sound Andyr makes sends a wave of heat into his own cock.]
Do you like it? I mean, being on the bottom? Or is it just...
[He was going to say bad luck, but considering how much he wants Andyr inside him, it's hard to think of that position as bad luck at all.]
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Really?
[He can't pinpoint why exactly that surprises him. Andyr may be smaller than Ronan, but he's not small. He's thick and strong and powerful, every part of him chiseled and prepared for battle, and Ronan associates all of these things with domination. But then, he doesn't know very much about any of this.
His hand doesn't stop its work for a single moment. Every sound Andyr makes sends a wave of heat into his own cock.]
Do you like it? I mean, being on the bottom? Or is it just...
[He was going to say bad luck, but considering how much he wants Andyr inside him, it's hard to think of that position as bad luck at all.]