[ it's completely okay, as far as andyr's concerned right now, though his concern is limited to the scent of the soap, the warmth of the water, and the feel of ronan's hands spread across his body, slow and lingering, absolutely indulgent. andyr's eyes slip closed, in no hurry to help ronan along, as he lets out a soft hum of approval. ]
What am I, your adopted kid now?
[ putting him down for a nap and all. please, he's older than both of you. not that you'd guess from antics alone. andyr's hands slip forward, resting on ronan's hips, with thumbs tracing the line of his hipbone, looping around to the small of his back to massage at muscle there languidly. this - this is what perfection feels like. ]
You guys keep pampering me like this, though, and I might. [ pass right the fuck out, that is. because this feels wonderful. ]
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What am I, your adopted kid now?
[ putting him down for a nap and all. please, he's older than both of you. not that you'd guess from antics alone. andyr's hands slip forward, resting on ronan's hips, with thumbs tracing the line of his hipbone, looping around to the small of his back to massage at muscle there languidly. this - this is what perfection feels like. ]
You guys keep pampering me like this, though, and I might. [ pass right the fuck out, that is. because this feels wonderful. ]