[The moans coming out of Andyr are almost as hot as the physical sensations. Ronan can hardly believe he's capable of this, drawing such a sound out of him with something as simple as a thrust of his hips. Someday - Someday he'll make love to Adam, and Adam will moan like that for him. The thought fills him with a longing he can hardly bear, and he presses closer to Andyr, bringing himself to the here-and-now. He may not have Adam, but he's not alone.
And everything Andyr's hands start doing is more than enough of a distraction from heartsickness. Andyr's doing a better job of keeping the rhythm than Ronan's capable, every thrust rocking him with a tremble of white-hot pleasure. As the space between their bodies gets wetter, sliding his cock against Andyr's becomes easier. He can feel Andyr pulsing against him. Nothing in the world has ever felt so good.
Suddenly he's on his back again, his heart leaping with a thrill as Andyr gets on top of him, and his thighs squeeze obediently at Andyr's hips. Andyr could probably do anything to his body in this moment and Ronan would happily let him.
What Andyr does next draws an unholy sound out of Ronan. If it was incredible before, it's a hundred times more so now that Andyr has the both of them in hand. Ronan's legs quake with every slick pump of Andyr's hand, and he doesn't recognize his own voice as he whimpers and cries out. He feels like he's going to die here, as if his body can't possibly handle a pleasure this intense.
He wants it to last forever.
It doesn't. With a jerking shudder and a tortured moan stifled against Andyr's skin, Ronan comes. Wet warmth shoots across his belly and chest, instantly slicking the both of them, and his thighs tighten and trap Andyr against him.]
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And everything Andyr's hands start doing is more than enough of a distraction from heartsickness. Andyr's doing a better job of keeping the rhythm than Ronan's capable, every thrust rocking him with a tremble of white-hot pleasure. As the space between their bodies gets wetter, sliding his cock against Andyr's becomes easier. He can feel Andyr pulsing against him. Nothing in the world has ever felt so good.
Suddenly he's on his back again, his heart leaping with a thrill as Andyr gets on top of him, and his thighs squeeze obediently at Andyr's hips. Andyr could probably do anything to his body in this moment and Ronan would happily let him.
What Andyr does next draws an unholy sound out of Ronan. If it was incredible before, it's a hundred times more so now that Andyr has the both of them in hand. Ronan's legs quake with every slick pump of Andyr's hand, and he doesn't recognize his own voice as he whimpers and cries out. He feels like he's going to die here, as if his body can't possibly handle a pleasure this intense.
He wants it to last forever.
It doesn't. With a jerking shudder and a tortured moan stifled against Andyr's skin, Ronan comes. Wet warmth shoots across his belly and chest, instantly slicking the both of them, and his thighs tighten and trap Andyr against him.]