[ it's maybe unusual with andyr that he feels no interest in simple raw sexuality most of the time - if there's nothing of affection and intimacy and something of a deeper level of connection to it, even with how good just getting off feels, andyr can't fit the unease that builds in him. With Ronan, anything of that sort feels worlds away, and this closeness with him only magnifies the sensations sparking through his body tenfold. He starts to move, sliding thier hips together, and dragging his length along Andyr's in the most perfect friction, and Andyr thinks he sees stars.
His head falling back, his jaw dropping, the moan that comes out of him is deep, low, and utterly wanton. Andyr's hands clutch at Ronan's shoulders, at his arms framing his head, and he moves with him, something that feel instinctive and natural, moving with the throes of his pleasure to bring them both into something mind blowing and wonderful. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck. [ a profane litany, babbled out as he grips at the strong muscle working in Ronan's back, hands sliding lower, to grip his hips and pull at him in the base rhythm they set. Not only for the heat building up on their skin, but spikes of pleasure and bursts of intensity that have his cock leaping, dripping precome, slick the way, everything sliding easy and amazing. Moving from his hips, andyr cups Ronan's ass, pulling him closer and into him as they grind against each other.
Eventually, it drives him mad enough that they're rolling again, Ronan laid out on his back and andyr taking his place between his thighs once more, tugging them up to wrap around his waist. Reaching between them, he takes both of them in hand, stroking as he slides against Ronan, wet skin to wet skin, and buries his face into his friend's shoulder, voice coming out in strained ahs and shuddering moans. ]
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His head falling back, his jaw dropping, the moan that comes out of him is deep, low, and utterly wanton. Andyr's hands clutch at Ronan's shoulders, at his arms framing his head, and he moves with him, something that feel instinctive and natural, moving with the throes of his pleasure to bring them both into something mind blowing and wonderful. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck. [ a profane litany, babbled out as he grips at the strong muscle working in Ronan's back, hands sliding lower, to grip his hips and pull at him in the base rhythm they set. Not only for the heat building up on their skin, but spikes of pleasure and bursts of intensity that have his cock leaping, dripping precome, slick the way, everything sliding easy and amazing. Moving from his hips, andyr cups Ronan's ass, pulling him closer and into him as they grind against each other.
Eventually, it drives him mad enough that they're rolling again, Ronan laid out on his back and andyr taking his place between his thighs once more, tugging them up to wrap around his waist. Reaching between them, he takes both of them in hand, stroking as he slides against Ronan, wet skin to wet skin, and buries his face into his friend's shoulder, voice coming out in strained ahs and shuddering moans. ]