[ ronan had been exactly what andyr needed, exactly when he needed it - a friend, a confidant, a bright soul to connect to and bury himself in. care and love and kindness all rolled up into one body. a friend. andyr would say he'd been just as selfish in wanting this, and taking it, but they'd both been careful with each other, hadn't they? regardless, that's a deeper talk than andyr could ever get out of himself, so he only laughs instead, nuzzling against ronan's neck fondly. ]

Fine, so I guess if we do this again, it'll be your turn to roll my fat ass around while I just soak it all up, huh?

[ which is a lie - andyr's far too busy bodied and energetic to just lay back and absorb someone else's attentions. regardless of if ronan had been more experienced or confident or not, he'd likely have acted just the same. it's just a bad habit of his to aggressively take control of things.

but in this, everything's already done, and there's nothing else to look to manage but lounging around and enjoying the warmth between them, indulging in the worn, tingly feeling all through his limbs, and the fluttering happiness that comes with each touch ronan gives him - the hands in his hair, the lips to his forehead. he feels absolutely pampered, here, and there's no will in him to give it up quickly. ]