[Ronan's breath hitches when Andyr takes hold of him, a shiver of pleasure running through his body. His own hand forgets what it's doing for a moment, mind flooded with the awareness of Andyr's fingers massaging the most sensitive part of him. If it feels this good with jeans on, what the hell would it feel like if it was skin against skin? Should he even be allowing this?]
M-Maybe you'll get to try it someday.
[He shouldn't be promising that, but it's an honest desire. The whole prospect of sex is scary to Ronan. He couldn't submit to just anyone. Above all, it would have to be someone he loves. And nearly as important, it'd have to be someone he could trust not to hurt him.
Andyr would never hurt him.
Remembering that there's supposed to be some reciprocation here, Ronan's hand resumes stroking Andyr's length. This is getting more difficult, either because clothes are in the way or because he keeps bumping into Andyr's hand. Dully and with some delay, he realizes again that Andyr might be waiting for permission again:]
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M-Maybe you'll get to try it someday.
[He shouldn't be promising that, but it's an honest desire. The whole prospect of sex is scary to Ronan. He couldn't submit to just anyone. Above all, it would have to be someone he loves. And nearly as important, it'd have to be someone he could trust not to hurt him.
Andyr would never hurt him.
Remembering that there's supposed to be some reciprocation here, Ronan's hand resumes stroking Andyr's length. This is getting more difficult, either because clothes are in the way or because he keeps bumping into Andyr's hand. Dully and with some delay, he realizes again that Andyr might be waiting for permission again:]
Should we... Should we take this shit off?