[Ronan laughs at the idea of conjoined twin pants, and he files it away as a potential gag gift sometime in the future, when Andyr least expects it. For now, there's no way he's going to dream. He's too wrapped up in the present, too happy to remain filthy and trapped beneath Andyr's body. It only gets more comfortable with the blanket around them, and Ronan settles in with Andyr cradled against him. Reality is so much better than what waits for him in sleep.
Andyr's gratitude takes him by surprise. He glances down, unsure of what he's meant to say. It's not like he did Andyr a favor. Ronan can only answer jokingly:]
You did most of the work.
[His fingers weave through Andyr's hair, and he presses a kiss to Andyr's forehead. Really, though, Ronan thinks he's done nothing praiseworthy. He merely took what he wanted. A selfish act, if anything.]
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Andyr's gratitude takes him by surprise. He glances down, unsure of what he's meant to say. It's not like he did Andyr a favor. Ronan can only answer jokingly:]
You did most of the work.
[His fingers weave through Andyr's hair, and he presses a kiss to Andyr's forehead. Really, though, Ronan thinks he's done nothing praiseworthy. He merely took what he wanted. A selfish act, if anything.]