[ they're similar in that as well, better to be feared than looked at as something to be taken advantage of. andyr's known the consequences of it, and has done all he can to ground out the pieces of him that would betray him. his life, the lot he found himself in, had no use for anything outside of that kind of violence, and the brutal slaughter that couldn't be seen as any kind of reasonable, or rational. if he'd have to worry about ronan being in that world he'll be heading back to, there'd likely be a problem, trying to choke all of that, all of this, back down. thankfully, he isn't, and he won't ever have to see. so, no, andyr won't judge ronan for coming undone, and in the same breath, he won't judge him for the want to hide that away just as well.
not that anything of the sort could even enter his head right now, with ronan's hand stripping him with such commitment, andyr's hips raising to let him slide the fabric down and off him, as andyr works at ronan's just the same. they maybe fumble a bit, and get in each other's way, but that hardly matters, just a soft laugh coming from him, before they're able to get each other completely bare. andyr can't keep his hands from him, can't stop from reaching out, to caress over the long lines on his body, from chest, over his side, his naked hip, and down his thigh. ronan's all lean muscle and power, yet elegant in a way andyr can't quite figure. ]
Come here.
[ there's a sort of reverence in his voice, as he pulls at him, tugging ronan to his chest, to lay flush and bare against him, as his hands explore his back, from shoulders, down his spine, over the curve of his ass, and back up again. he wants to touch ever inch of him, exploring his arms all over again, the slender column of his neck. they're slotted together so, so close, and it's something entirely new to feel his length up against his skin, hard and warm and pressed close to his own, andyr's hips lifting to press up against him again, as he finds ronan's lips and kisses him with a kind of adoration he can feel shaking in him. he hadn't been expecting this to happen between them, not nearly, but god, he's so fucking glad it has, right now. andyr bumps his nose against his friend's, touching this foreheads together again, and whispers quiet, in the kind of voice you'd use when whispering secrets under a blanket. ] Hey, you.
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not that anything of the sort could even enter his head right now, with ronan's hand stripping him with such commitment, andyr's hips raising to let him slide the fabric down and off him, as andyr works at ronan's just the same. they maybe fumble a bit, and get in each other's way, but that hardly matters, just a soft laugh coming from him, before they're able to get each other completely bare. andyr can't keep his hands from him, can't stop from reaching out, to caress over the long lines on his body, from chest, over his side, his naked hip, and down his thigh. ronan's all lean muscle and power, yet elegant in a way andyr can't quite figure. ]
Come here.
[ there's a sort of reverence in his voice, as he pulls at him, tugging ronan to his chest, to lay flush and bare against him, as his hands explore his back, from shoulders, down his spine, over the curve of his ass, and back up again. he wants to touch ever inch of him, exploring his arms all over again, the slender column of his neck. they're slotted together so, so close, and it's something entirely new to feel his length up against his skin, hard and warm and pressed close to his own, andyr's hips lifting to press up against him again, as he finds ronan's lips and kisses him with a kind of adoration he can feel shaking in him. he hadn't been expecting this to happen between them, not nearly, but god, he's so fucking glad it has, right now. andyr bumps his nose against his friend's, touching this foreheads together again, and whispers quiet, in the kind of voice you'd use when whispering secrets under a blanket. ] Hey, you.