[Ronan's fighting to keep his breathing steady, trying not to shake as much as his body wants to. His, too, is more excited energy than anxiety, but he's embarrassed to show it. His outbursts of emotion tend to violent, not vulnerable, and he prefers it that way. It's better to be scary than to be weak, better to be confident than completely undone. He knows Andyr isn't going to judge him, but he's judging himself.]
Everything.
[The desire to feel Andyr's hands on his bare skin is even stronger than his shame. This, he'll have to pray about later. Right now, with Andyr's hand manipulating him through the fabric of his boxers, no is not a word that exists, let alone the concept of maybe you should think about this for a second.
With clumsy hands, he begins to strip Andyr down, too. His fingers have a bit of trouble figuring out how pants work, but he gets it right after a few tries, and once that's done, he nudges and tugs Andyr's pants and boxers down an inch at a time. He's not looking at what he's doing, his eyes on Andyr's face in search of approval.]
no subject
Everything.
[The desire to feel Andyr's hands on his bare skin is even stronger than his shame. This, he'll have to pray about later. Right now, with Andyr's hand manipulating him through the fabric of his boxers, no is not a word that exists, let alone the concept of maybe you should think about this for a second.
With clumsy hands, he begins to strip Andyr down, too. His fingers have a bit of trouble figuring out how pants work, but he gets it right after a few tries, and once that's done, he nudges and tugs Andyr's pants and boxers down an inch at a time. He's not looking at what he's doing, his eyes on Andyr's face in search of approval.]