[ it's hardly any surprise when ronan comes fairly easily, and honestly, it's probably wonder he hadn't already with all he's been repressing, and all he isn't used to as of yet. andyr holds his head cradled into his shoulder, as rides out the waves of orgasm, every jerk and shudder against him further pushing andyr over the edge and closer to climax. it's insane, what simply hearing and feeling ronan coming apart, the hot, wet slick, the strangled moan that shakes out of him, does to andyr.
their bodies are hugged tight together, ronan's thighs holding him close and andyr completely unwilling to break that hold, only just enough to keep rocking against him, as his hand strokes with an urgency, mind a hazy cacophony of bounding pleasure and overwhelming, mounting stimulation that's making him dizzy. slick with ronan's spend hot on his fingers still, the entire picture of it is driving him mad - ronan, their bodies grinding together, the moan lost against his skin, andyr's own desperate groans and choked whimpers in want of building release, ronan and all that he is, how amazing he feels and how fucking beautiful he is, and oh god--
with a strained cry, andyr follows not long after him, with his face tucked against ronan's cheek as he comes, chest heaving and body trembling with the force of it, making more of a mess between them. andyr's arms grip tight around ronan's frame, pulling him so close, as if skin to skin just isn't enough for what he's feeling in want of him. but lord, his head is spinning in the best way, and his body feels like it's glowing.
the aftershocks of it leave him feeling too, too sensitive all over, and blissfully drained, as the two of them come down from the high of orgasm. for a long while, andyr isn't willing to move from where they're pressed together, all clinging limbs and panting breathing. his muscles feel like jello, and andyr's lips kiss languid and lazy against the side of ronan's face, sweat slicked on each of them, and bodies worn with use. maybe ronan will regret this in a couple hours, but andyr's certain he never will. selfish as that may be.
eventually, when he does get around to speaking up, andyr's voice is low and rough, as if just waking up from a nap, but there's a lopsided smile on his lips, so very, very fond. ] Pack any towels? [ h a . ]
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their bodies are hugged tight together, ronan's thighs holding him close and andyr completely unwilling to break that hold, only just enough to keep rocking against him, as his hand strokes with an urgency, mind a hazy cacophony of bounding pleasure and overwhelming, mounting stimulation that's making him dizzy. slick with ronan's spend hot on his fingers still, the entire picture of it is driving him mad - ronan, their bodies grinding together, the moan lost against his skin, andyr's own desperate groans and choked whimpers in want of building release, ronan and all that he is, how amazing he feels and how fucking beautiful he is, and oh god--
with a strained cry, andyr follows not long after him, with his face tucked against ronan's cheek as he comes, chest heaving and body trembling with the force of it, making more of a mess between them. andyr's arms grip tight around ronan's frame, pulling him so close, as if skin to skin just isn't enough for what he's feeling in want of him. but lord, his head is spinning in the best way, and his body feels like it's glowing.
the aftershocks of it leave him feeling too, too sensitive all over, and blissfully drained, as the two of them come down from the high of orgasm. for a long while, andyr isn't willing to move from where they're pressed together, all clinging limbs and panting breathing. his muscles feel like jello, and andyr's lips kiss languid and lazy against the side of ronan's face, sweat slicked on each of them, and bodies worn with use. maybe ronan will regret this in a couple hours, but andyr's certain he never will. selfish as that may be.
eventually, when he does get around to speaking up, andyr's voice is low and rough, as if just waking up from a nap, but there's a lopsided smile on his lips, so very, very fond. ] Pack any towels? [ h a . ]