[ Adam knows that Andyr can never fully let go, not really, but there's a way that Andyr's always touched him that feels less careful, that's open and reckless. Adam already trusts him not to go too far everyday, even though he's seen parts of what Andyr is capable of. He can still taste him on his lips as they part to get rid of the shirt. A gasp slips past his lips when Andyr pulls him, feeling the hot and hard press of the other's cock against him and a sense of satisfaction at being wanted by this incredible man fills him. He doesn't know how he's ever come to earn it or deserve it that Andyr would want him even when he asks for too much.
His breathing his hard and the rip of his shirt shocks him, and if his mindset had been anywhere else in the start of this he might have laughed. He doesn't mourn the shirt in the least, rocking his hips down against the other's cock and his own was hard and aching already too. He pulls Andyr into another kiss, his hands sliding into his hair, curling as he kisses him deeply, biting at his bottom lip as he shrugs at the tatters of the shirt, not having to stop touching Andyr completely to get them shrugged away. ]
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His breathing his hard and the rip of his shirt shocks him, and if his mindset had been anywhere else in the start of this he might have laughed. He doesn't mourn the shirt in the least, rocking his hips down against the other's cock and his own was hard and aching already too. He pulls Andyr into another kiss, his hands sliding into his hair, curling as he kisses him deeply, biting at his bottom lip as he shrugs at the tatters of the shirt, not having to stop touching Andyr completely to get them shrugged away. ]