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[ Andyr's lips part, about to ask about the whispered words, having a good guess what they are but more wanting to check that Ronan's alright with this. That's abruptly derailed when Ronan's roaming hands find his nipples, and shocks of tingling pleasure shoot through him, heat racing along his spine, and pooling at the pit of his stomach, as there's a somewhat involuntary roll of his hips against his friend's. A quiet, sharp groan is lost in between their lips, but Andyr's had something spike in him, head ducking to suck at the side of Ronan's throat, pulling up a red mark there that he'll perhaps feel like apologizing for later.

Ronan isn't just a good friend, and a great man with a noble soul. He's utter gorgeous, in the sharp angles of his features, the brightness of his eyes, and the solid build of his body. The art spanning his back seems so perfect to him, as if it just floated up to the top of his skin on its own, and Andyr can't stop thinking of just how fucking hot it is.

A hand eases at Ronan's shoulders, a light push that doesn't force him to lay his back to the floor of the tent, but more guides. Andyr's been in a place of no choice with this before, and it's the deepest violation he's ever known. Never would he allow the same to happen to Ronan, who's so giving and so loving and so kind. With that in his mind, as he kisses down Ronan's neck and shoulders, lips brush against the bud of a nipple, he pauses, glancing back to him, before everything's carried away. ] Good?

[ huffed out, breathless. he's clearly wanting more of him, but like hell he'd take without permission. ]

[Ronan goes where Andyr guides him, his body either entirely responsive to Andyr's will or entirely unresponsive to Ronan's. On his back, he gives in to every touch, soaking up Andyr's kisses and sucking in soft gasps as those lips seem to find a path that's especially sensitive and Ronan wonders, distantly, how the fuck Andyr knows exactly where to put his mouth.

And then Andyr's found his nipple, and even the lightest graze sends an electric shock of pleasure through him, striking the core of him and drawing out a moan when he opens his mouth to answer:]

G-Good.

[Actually, he doesn't really understand the question. It occurs to him only a few seconds later that Andyr's asking for permission, not feedback. Not that it matters, as long as the result is Andyr's mouth on his skin. Ronan's hands slide up to Andyr's hair, fingers combing through it in encouragement. They can't possibly stop now.]

[ Andyr knows because he isn't a virgin, and it hadn't exactly been an 'everything in one night' sort of deal. teenage fooling around was a normal sort of thing, as far as andyr'd believed, which is why he isn't feeling particularly bad about screwing around with another teenager, along with the fact he's 18. between that, and the fact alvary seemed to think prostate exams was the perfect time to go about giving detailed sex ed talks, but what he's doing with ronan is just what feels right - laving against the hardened nipple, sucking softly at him, and knead the bud between dull teeth.

his lips smile against ronan's skin, laugh coming out in a puff of warm air against saliva slick skin, at ronan's encouragement - the gasp, the hand in his head, the good that sounds more compliment than permission, but andyr takes it. hands roam, scraping up his side, moving to rub at the other nipple, thumb caressing in small circles, occasionally a tender pinch as he rolls the bud between fingertips. he swaps, trading sides, and leaves another deep red make at ronan's side, a few inches lower than his armpit. ]

You're freakin' gorgeous, Ronan, you know that? [ andyr breathes it out, as he kisses down his sternum, to his stomach, licking along the dipped lines between his muscles. it feels near worshipful, what attention he gives to his friend's body, before skimming back up to his lips, framing his cheeks in his hands, and settling him with another passionate, burning kiss. [

[Ronan isn't unaware of his beauty, being the subject of at least one stalker obsession and having the unfortunate effect of causing women to swoon wherever he goes. But only Adam has ever made him feel desirable, and only in the precious few hours before his departure, so this... This is all new to Ronan. Being told that he's gorgeous, being treated like this by someone he desires with equal fervor.

Andyr's mouth and hands are driving him wild. Ronan's hips jerk as Andyr nips and sucks and rubs at his nipples, his breath escaping ah ah ah like he's on the verge of protesting but ultimately decides he wants it to never stop.

And as Andyr's mouth dips lower and runs over his taut abs, Ronan's mind becomes a white haze of lust and he loses all capability of coherent thought. When Andyr rises to catch his lips again, Ronan's thighs slide up to trap his waist, grinding hip-to-hip.]

[ let it be known to all: ronan started the hip grinding. andyr moans, low and deep, a small shiver running up his back as the sweet, perfect friction, even with jeans and boxers in between, makes him dizzy with pleasure, lust soaking his mind and desire having him press back down against ronan to meet him. his hand slides down ronan's side, over his hip, and along his thigh to grip at the muscle, pulling him tight against him, as he rocks down into the cradle of ronan's hips.

experience or no, this alone has andyr's head spinning, and he's letting out quiet gasps, and soft yearning, keening sounds against ronan's lips. lowering his weight down over him, they're finally flush together, andyr blanketing ronan, with the grind of their hips having their chest slide together.

he wants more, god, he wants everything, but there's a difference in wanting and taking. his hands wander, down ronan's sides to grip at his hips, loving the feeling of muscle working under his fingers, and the jut of his hipbone fitting perfect against he hold. slipping back, he palms over ronan's ass, half pulling him up against him, half just feeling him, squeezing and fondling through his jeans. ]

[Ronan started it, but Andyr perfected it. They haven't even taken all their clothes off, but Ronan's feeling sensations he's never imagined. No one has ever been on top of him like this, and Andyr's somehow managed to fit himself against Ronan like their bodies were made to go together. No matter which way they move, it sends shocks of pleasure through him, and when Andyr grabs his ass, Ronan gasps into his mouth.

With clarifying dread, he realizes that he wants Andyr to fuck him. He wants it here and now, without ceremony or delay, in the way everyone else at school always talked about and he never understood. Hot, impulsive, dirty.

Drawing in, Ronan buries his sweaty face into the crook of Andyr's neck, arms curled around Andyr's torso to hug him close. He can feel Andyr's cock thrusting against him and he can't help imagining it inside him. The idea makes him ache with desire. Especially because it's absolutely forbidden.]

Andyr.

[A shuddering, half-moaned plea into his ear. It almost sounds like he's going to tell Andyr to stop. Instead he says:]

I've never done this before.

[ When he hears his name, in that shuddering plead, it grabs his attention immediately, and Andyr starts to slow. When the second part comes, he stops completely - doesn't pull away from him, and though it's a difficult thing to derail this when they're both so fucking hard, and he can feel Ronan's cock against his hip, he knows this is going faster than it should. especially for someone who's never done this before, and god, he should've thought of that, shouldn't he? 18 or not, he's still young.

Andyr strokes soothing, from hip to thigh and back down again, before abandoning that venture, and sweeping his touch up ronan's sides, back to caress over his cheeks in both palms, kissing him slow and measured, not so rushed and needing as they were a second ago. ]

We don't have to do anything more than this. [ whispered in between kisses. he doesn't want him doing something he regrets just because of hormones bouncing around all through him. and either way, he shouldn't be giving away parts of himself like that in some tiny tent in the middle of fucking nowhere.

not just for the fact they're both ecstatic to have found someone to care so deeply for, or a means to push away the overwhelming fear and loneliness with. moving to wrap his arms under Ronan's shoulders and behind his waist, Andyr eases them to roll over, swapping out positions, to give Ronan freedom to move how he likes, before returning to gently stroking over his cheeks, and back into his hair. ] Just breathe for a second, okay?

[It's been a long time since Ronan has felt his youth as strongly as he does now. Ever since his father died and his mother went to sleep, he's had to rely on himself. For months, he didn't even have a home to return to. He thought that meant he was an adult, that being orphaned was the same thing as growing up.

He feels helplessly childish right now. He's not sure if it's the way Andyr's speaking to him or if he's truly in over his head. All he knows is that it makes him feel silly and weak. Kavinsky would be laughing his ass off if he saw this.

Even so, he appreciates the way Andyr's handling of him changes instantly. Not everyone would have the willpower. Ronan himself doesn't have the willpower. A very loud part of him is screaming for him to get back to fucking, and berating himself when that obviously isn't happening.

But Andyr's soft kisses and gentle hands are soothing, and once Ronan is situated on top of him, some of his shameful terror begins to subside. He still doesn't want to stop, and from what he can feel, Andyr doesn't want to, either. He just doesn't know how to navigate everything he's feeling. Andyr's right: Ronan's virginity belongs to Adam, and it's a gift he's saving - God willing - for their wedding night. But he hates to leave Andyr unsatisfied. Hell, he hates to leave himself unsatisfied.]

I want more.

[In case Andyr wasn't clear on that. Ronan's thighs squeeze around Andyr's hips in emphasis, and he dips down to kiss Andyr before speaking again:]

Teach me something. Show me what you like.

[ he hadn't meant they'd have to stop completely, nor did he want Ronan to feel self conscious, just to slow down and breathe for a minute. Andyr doesn't stop kissing him, showering affection on him, still thick with desire for him, as he moves to smooth down his sides, over his hips, and back up again, straying to stroke over the muscular curve of his ass now and again, not swear Ronan off from anything. Just slower.

Ronan's thigh squeeze at him again, and andyr lets a soft moan pass his lips, as his hips roll up to meet Ronan's again. He's certainly still invested in this, and invested in doing more, a smile spreading against Ronan's lips as he asks him to show him something more. ]

Okay. [ andyr whispers to him, as he nuzzles into Ronan's cheek. ] I want more, too.

[ a hand seeks out his friend's weaving their fingers together a moment, with a squeeze, before he trails them down, not inside his jeans as of yet, but he places Ronan's palm down over the raised form of his cock, already so hard, with warm arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach. His hand on the back of Ronan's, he guides him to stroke, firm, long, unhurried, as Andyr's hips push up to meet him, a groan trailing from him. ]

I never did it that way before, you know? [ a hushed whispered, measured out between gasps and moans. ] With me on top.

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[Ronan's quietly grateful that Andyr agrees to guide him, because even this much - his hand closing around Andyr's cock, the steady pace Andyr sets - is new to him. He's barely touched himself like this, let alone someone else. Brow drawn in concentration, Ronan strokes Andyr's length with studious precision the first few times. But then he begins to understand the nuances, how a certain amount of pressure draws a certain sound out of Andyr, and the rhythm becomes more natural.]

Really?

[He can't pinpoint why exactly that surprises him. Andyr may be smaller than Ronan, but he's not small. He's thick and strong and powerful, every part of him chiseled and prepared for battle, and Ronan associates all of these things with domination. But then, he doesn't know very much about any of this.

His hand doesn't stop its work for a single moment. Every sound Andyr makes sends a wave of heat into his own cock.]

Do you like it? I mean, being on the bottom? Or is it just...

[He was going to say bad luck, but considering how much he wants Andyr inside him, it's hard to think of that position as bad luck at all.]

Just like that. [ Andyr's breathing out, sighing with the wave of stimulation and pleasure rolling through him. Ronan feels perfect against him, from the press of his chest to the hand pumping at him length, and Andyr's eyes blink closed now and again, lips parted as a shudder pulses through him. Once he seems to get the hang of that, varying pressure and speed, and seems to be comfortable with what he's doing, andyr strays a hand between them to return the gesture, palming between Ronan's legs, down low over his balls and dragging up over the shape of his cock, heel rubbing slow circles over the head of him. ]

Really. It was-- only twice. [ he's having to gasp it out, between ahs and groans. ] First time... I was 17, didn't know what the fuck I was doing. Second... Was a guy a lot older.

[ Alva, who's ten years his senior, who has two kids, who was some college fuck boy for a while, before the KN gene dismantled his life. But not only all of that - Alva's a lot of things to him, and caretaker somehow fits into all the roles he fills with Andyr, sex included, it seems.

As his finger try to curl around Ronan's length, as much as possible, at least, with the denim in the way, andyr kisses along Ronan's shoulders, continuing to rut up in his hand with encouragement. ]

It's good. Really good. [ meaning both Ronan's attentions, biting his lip between his teeth, as well as being on the receiving end of sex like this. It's... a lot, a little overwhelming, but an overwhelming andyr loves. Even still - ] On top looks pretty great too.

[ so if Ronan decides, at some point, he wants to try anyway, he has the choice of which way to go with it. ]

[Ronan's breath hitches when Andyr takes hold of him, a shiver of pleasure running through his body. His own hand forgets what it's doing for a moment, mind flooded with the awareness of Andyr's fingers massaging the most sensitive part of him. If it feels this good with jeans on, what the hell would it feel like if it was skin against skin? Should he even be allowing this?]

M-Maybe you'll get to try it someday.

[He shouldn't be promising that, but it's an honest desire. The whole prospect of sex is scary to Ronan. He couldn't submit to just anyone. Above all, it would have to be someone he loves. And nearly as important, it'd have to be someone he could trust not to hurt him.

Andyr would never hurt him.

Remembering that there's supposed to be some reciprocation here, Ronan's hand resumes stroking Andyr's length. This is getting more difficult, either because clothes are in the way or because he keeps bumping into Andyr's hand. Dully and with some delay, he realizes again that Andyr might be waiting for permission again:]

Should we... Should we take this shit off?

Maybe.

[ only that, with a small smile and a chaste kiss left just behind ronan's ear. if, some weeks or months later from now, ronan decides he wants to go that far, andyr won't tell him no - he's an adult, he's dying, and after all, andyr'd lost his even younger. sure, he'd felt something for the boy he'd slept with, but it wasn't love at the time, and a large motivator had been not wanting to die without experiencing it at least once. as huge of a hypocrite as he may be one many things, on this, at least, he'll be fair.

at the same time, he's hardly going to expect it from him, not nearly, nor is he expecting reciprocation in what they're doing now, only finding the fact ronan's distracted enough with andyr stroking him that his motor skills start to fail. it's adorable, it's hot as hell, it's everything he wants just in seeing ronan react. not that andyr's about to say no to having ronan's hands all over him, and when he asks if they should be stripping down more, andyr's flashing him a grin, lip caught between his teeth, with something of nervousness there again. yes, he's more experienced that ronan, but that isn't exactly hard, is it? ]

Yeah. If you want.

[ thankfully, it's more excited nervous, than anxious, and his fingers move to ronan's fly, popping the button open and tugging at the zipper, until he can push at the denim to shuffle the jeans from his hips, palms following as he slides them down over his thighs, pausing as that leaves the boxers alone, and mostly naked still feels like a big step from completely naked. andyr can see the stiff outline of his cock clear, and his hand returns to stroke at him, as he looks up to him with a question. ]

Everything?

[Ronan's fighting to keep his breathing steady, trying not to shake as much as his body wants to. His, too, is more excited energy than anxiety, but he's embarrassed to show it. His outbursts of emotion tend to violent, not vulnerable, and he prefers it that way. It's better to be scary than to be weak, better to be confident than completely undone. He knows Andyr isn't going to judge him, but he's judging himself.]

Everything.

[The desire to feel Andyr's hands on his bare skin is even stronger than his shame. This, he'll have to pray about later. Right now, with Andyr's hand manipulating him through the fabric of his boxers, no is not a word that exists, let alone the concept of maybe you should think about this for a second.

With clumsy hands, he begins to strip Andyr down, too. His fingers have a bit of trouble figuring out how pants work, but he gets it right after a few tries, and once that's done, he nudges and tugs Andyr's pants and boxers down an inch at a time. He's not looking at what he's doing, his eyes on Andyr's face in search of approval.]

[ they're similar in that as well, better to be feared than looked at as something to be taken advantage of. andyr's known the consequences of it, and has done all he can to ground out the pieces of him that would betray him. his life, the lot he found himself in, had no use for anything outside of that kind of violence, and the brutal slaughter that couldn't be seen as any kind of reasonable, or rational. if he'd have to worry about ronan being in that world he'll be heading back to, there'd likely be a problem, trying to choke all of that, all of this, back down. thankfully, he isn't, and he won't ever have to see. so, no, andyr won't judge ronan for coming undone, and in the same breath, he won't judge him for the want to hide that away just as well.

not that anything of the sort could even enter his head right now, with ronan's hand stripping him with such commitment, andyr's hips raising to let him slide the fabric down and off him, as andyr works at ronan's just the same. they maybe fumble a bit, and get in each other's way, but that hardly matters, just a soft laugh coming from him, before they're able to get each other completely bare. andyr can't keep his hands from him, can't stop from reaching out, to caress over the long lines on his body, from chest, over his side, his naked hip, and down his thigh. ronan's all lean muscle and power, yet elegant in a way andyr can't quite figure. ]

Come here.

[ there's a sort of reverence in his voice, as he pulls at him, tugging ronan to his chest, to lay flush and bare against him, as his hands explore his back, from shoulders, down his spine, over the curve of his ass, and back up again. he wants to touch ever inch of him, exploring his arms all over again, the slender column of his neck. they're slotted together so, so close, and it's something entirely new to feel his length up against his skin, hard and warm and pressed close to his own, andyr's hips lifting to press up against him again, as he finds ronan's lips and kisses him with a kind of adoration he can feel shaking in him. he hadn't been expecting this to happen between them, not nearly, but god, he's so fucking glad it has, right now. andyr bumps his nose against his friend's, touching this foreheads together again, and whispers quiet, in the kind of voice you'd use when whispering secrets under a blanket. ] Hey, you.

[Once they've struggled out of their clothes, Ronan feels more exposed than he ever has in his life. A flush of shame colors his cheeks even though he asked for this. He has nothing to compare himself to except Andyr, and from where he's positioned, Andyr has the body of a god from antiquity, the kind meant to be preserved for eternity in museums. Ronan imagines he must look disappointing in contrast, too young and too long and too much like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

But Andyr adores him anyway, somehow, and Ronan is amazed by it. He begins to relax as Andyr's hands glide over his body, appreciating all the details Ronan might have thought mediocre. It makes him feel beautiful to the point of transcendence. He doesn't know how to respond to such worship.

Thankfully, Andyr is still guiding him. At his invitation, Ronan presses close and nuzzles nose-to-nose. The smile on his face is entirely un-Ronan-like, a sweet and shy thing that belongs to someone more innocent. Someone like Ronan used to be before his father's death.]

Andyr, this is...

[He doesn't know how to finish that sentence, so he breathes a soft laugh. Everything about this is good. If someone had asked him before how it would feel to strip down and lie in some tent with his bare body pressed against an older man, he would have been too embarrassed to even hold the thought in his mind. But somehow Andyr has made this experience comfortable. It's warm and sexy and reassuring somehow.

It's safe.

Instead of completing the thought, he catches Andyr's lips for another kiss. Slow and deep and loving.]

[ to andyr, ronan's body is gorgeous, perfectly suited to him, and appealing in all the best ways. there's so much that's admirable about him, and andyr doesn't think the boy realizes it at all, but god, he wants to show him how much he does. andyr can't help reflecting that smile back, feeling like someone much younger, and much more innocent, than he is now, as well. before the houses, before he rewrote himself. back when all of this was completely new. it is for ronan, and knowing that is pushing andyr back to that place in his mind.

a hand at his cheek traces over the lines of his features, thumb passing over his lips and the sweet, shy little smile there. seeing something that looks so new and so private on him, andyr grins back, wide and happy, feeling so full of contentment he could burst with it. ]

Look at you. [ andyr whispers, pressing short, sweet kisses to him, with a laugh in the back of his throat, trailing from the corner of his lips, across his cheek, and back. his legs stretch out, moving to tangle up in ronan's again, tugging all of his body tight to his, trying to embrace him all over with a tight squeeze. andyr's head is floating in such stupid, mindless bliss, and god, he loves it. ] Feel good?

[ that's the important part here. he wants ronan comfortable, he wants this enjoyable, he wants it to be just simply that, and no expectation or pressure for more. whatever feels good, whatever's needed.

if all he wanted to do for the next however long they're stuck in this place together, andyr thinks he'd be perfectly satisfied with it. of course, the two of them are still urgently hard against each other, cradled in the meeting curves of their hips, but andyr isn't rushing to get that tended to as of yet. they'll get there. ]

[This experience is in a category of its own. Ronan's never felt such a combination of raw sexuality and innocent affection. Previous to this, he would have said the feelings were incompatible. Sexuality by its nature was dark and mysterious and dangerous. But here in Andyr's arms, being showered with sweet words and sweet kisses, vulnerability doesn't feel like something threatening.

He could get used to this.

A purr escapes Ronan's throat as Andyr draws him close. He stretches and drapes his arms luxuriously over Andyr's shoulders, his own tattooed shoulders like volant wings.]

Feels incredible.

[Especially the place where their hips meet, radiating warmth. There's no rush, no, but Ronan is rock-hard and keenly aware of Andyr's cock against his, leaving his nerves vibrating with desire. His mouth drops to Andyr's collarbone, pressing hot, moist kisses to the hollow of his throat as his body slides against Andyr's, grinding their hips now without anything to get in the way.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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 . ]

[Everything immediately following his orgasm feels like a dream. He's swept up in the movement of Andyr's body as if being tossed by the ocean, his limbs losing strength and relaxing into the riot of it. Andyr hits his peak and a fresh wave of heat spills over onto Ronan. He would have expected it to be humiliating, his skin coated in someone else's seed, and instead he feels loved. Only loved. Especially with Andyr gasping in ecstasy against his cheek. Ronan presses hot kisses to Andyr's shoulder until he's finally spent, then turns a giddy smile skyward. He's absolutely drunk on their combined pleasure.

Ronan's thighs finally release Andyr's hips, legs tangling as the both of them go limp. He nuzzles into Andyr's kisses and returns them with dragging sloppiness while he catches his breath. Regret is far from his mind in this moment. This was something he wasn't supposed to do, that much is certain, but it was born out of honesty. When he prays later, it will be for Adam's forgiveness. For giving away something that belonged to Adam, and for doing it because he'd lost hope for their reunion. But Ronan's feelings for Andyr are true, so while he might experience guilt over the expression of them, he can't possibly regret it.

This was good. For him. For both of them.

When Andyr speaks again, Ronan laughs and hugs him around the neck.]

No, sorry. We're glued together forever.

[ A burst of snickering is let out against Ronan's jaw, completely unconcerned about the mess between them, feeling nothing but utterly satisfied and warmed with what love they've born between them - friendship and something a bit more. he isn't sure what the definition ought to be, nor does andyr particularly care. ronan is ronan, and that's enough covers all of it for him. ]

I think I'm okay with that. You think you can dream up some conjoined twin pants for us?

[ Grinning like a dork, he leaves another couple kisses against Ronan's shoulders, and strokes down his sides, over his hips and thighs, and back up, before tucking his arms to wrap behind ronan's shoulder blades, hugging at him tight. in a little while he'll grab something to clean them up, but for the moment, he just wants to bask in the afterglow of it. hold ronan tight to him and breathe all of this in.

except, his ass (and ports) are going to start getting cold soon, so an arm reaches out to yank at one of the stray blankets, and andyr tugs it up to drape over the both of them, before tucking his arm back around ronan and snuggling in. andyr nuzzles against his neck, just under his jaw, affection flooding through him that he feels so compelled to shower ronan with. ]

Thank you. [ he murmurs, quiet, against his cheek. not sure what all he means, but it's definitely more than just the intimacy. ]

[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.]

Edited 2016-12-11 14:19 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

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