[ to andyr, ronan's body is gorgeous, perfectly suited to him, and appealing in all the best ways. there's so much that's admirable about him, and andyr doesn't think the boy realizes it at all, but god, he wants to show him how much he does. andyr can't help reflecting that smile back, feeling like someone much younger, and much more innocent, than he is now, as well. before the houses, before he rewrote himself. back when all of this was completely new. it is for ronan, and knowing that is pushing andyr back to that place in his mind.
a hand at his cheek traces over the lines of his features, thumb passing over his lips and the sweet, shy little smile there. seeing something that looks so new and so private on him, andyr grins back, wide and happy, feeling so full of contentment he could burst with it. ]
Look at you. [ andyr whispers, pressing short, sweet kisses to him, with a laugh in the back of his throat, trailing from the corner of his lips, across his cheek, and back. his legs stretch out, moving to tangle up in ronan's again, tugging all of his body tight to his, trying to embrace him all over with a tight squeeze. andyr's head is floating in such stupid, mindless bliss, and god, he loves it. ] Feel good?
[ that's the important part here. he wants ronan comfortable, he wants this enjoyable, he wants it to be just simply that, and no expectation or pressure for more. whatever feels good, whatever's needed.
if all he wanted to do for the next however long they're stuck in this place together, andyr thinks he'd be perfectly satisfied with it. of course, the two of them are still urgently hard against each other, cradled in the meeting curves of their hips, but andyr isn't rushing to get that tended to as of yet. they'll get there. ]
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a hand at his cheek traces over the lines of his features, thumb passing over his lips and the sweet, shy little smile there. seeing something that looks so new and so private on him, andyr grins back, wide and happy, feeling so full of contentment he could burst with it. ]
Look at you. [ andyr whispers, pressing short, sweet kisses to him, with a laugh in the back of his throat, trailing from the corner of his lips, across his cheek, and back. his legs stretch out, moving to tangle up in ronan's again, tugging all of his body tight to his, trying to embrace him all over with a tight squeeze. andyr's head is floating in such stupid, mindless bliss, and god, he loves it. ] Feel good?
[ that's the important part here. he wants ronan comfortable, he wants this enjoyable, he wants it to be just simply that, and no expectation or pressure for more. whatever feels good, whatever's needed.
if all he wanted to do for the next however long they're stuck in this place together, andyr thinks he'd be perfectly satisfied with it. of course, the two of them are still urgently hard against each other, cradled in the meeting curves of their hips, but andyr isn't rushing to get that tended to as of yet. they'll get there. ]