[ only that, with a small smile and a chaste kiss left just behind ronan's ear. if, some weeks or months later from now, ronan decides he wants to go that far, andyr won't tell him no - he's an adult, he's dying, and after all, andyr'd lost his even younger. sure, he'd felt something for the boy he'd slept with, but it wasn't love at the time, and a large motivator had been not wanting to die without experiencing it at least once. as huge of a hypocrite as he may be one many things, on this, at least, he'll be fair.
at the same time, he's hardly going to expect it from him, not nearly, nor is he expecting reciprocation in what they're doing now, only finding the fact ronan's distracted enough with andyr stroking him that his motor skills start to fail. it's adorable, it's hot as hell, it's everything he wants just in seeing ronan react. not that andyr's about to say no to having ronan's hands all over him, and when he asks if they should be stripping down more, andyr's flashing him a grin, lip caught between his teeth, with something of nervousness there again. yes, he's more experienced that ronan, but that isn't exactly hard, is it? ]
Yeah. If you want.
[ thankfully, it's more excited nervous, than anxious, and his fingers move to ronan's fly, popping the button open and tugging at the zipper, until he can push at the denim to shuffle the jeans from his hips, palms following as he slides them down over his thighs, pausing as that leaves the boxers alone, and mostly naked still feels like a big step from completely naked. andyr can see the stiff outline of his cock clear, and his hand returns to stroke at him, as he looks up to him with a question. ]
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[ only that, with a small smile and a chaste kiss left just behind ronan's ear. if, some weeks or months later from now, ronan decides he wants to go that far, andyr won't tell him no - he's an adult, he's dying, and after all, andyr'd lost his even younger. sure, he'd felt something for the boy he'd slept with, but it wasn't love at the time, and a large motivator had been not wanting to die without experiencing it at least once. as huge of a hypocrite as he may be one many things, on this, at least, he'll be fair.
at the same time, he's hardly going to expect it from him, not nearly, nor is he expecting reciprocation in what they're doing now, only finding the fact ronan's distracted enough with andyr stroking him that his motor skills start to fail. it's adorable, it's hot as hell, it's everything he wants just in seeing ronan react. not that andyr's about to say no to having ronan's hands all over him, and when he asks if they should be stripping down more, andyr's flashing him a grin, lip caught between his teeth, with something of nervousness there again. yes, he's more experienced that ronan, but that isn't exactly hard, is it? ]
Yeah. If you want.
[ thankfully, it's more excited nervous, than anxious, and his fingers move to ronan's fly, popping the button open and tugging at the zipper, until he can push at the denim to shuffle the jeans from his hips, palms following as he slides them down over his thighs, pausing as that leaves the boxers alone, and mostly naked still feels like a big step from completely naked. andyr can see the stiff outline of his cock clear, and his hand returns to stroke at him, as he looks up to him with a question. ]
Everything?