[ yeah, okay, so he's turned on some, sue him. you just pulled him into your lap like he weighs as much as a chihuahua, steve, it was hot. not to mention the part where they've been aggressively making out, and god, andyr didn't realize how much he needed something like this. someone like steve, after the last month or so of gradually falling apart in this place, trying to fit to it, trying to mold himself back into something he'll never be again. normal, naive, innocent. he needed this break to just let himself feel worthwhile, cared for, and not so goddamn alone in everything.
he leans into every touch, eyes closed and a soft sort of hum of contentment coming from low in him. it's impossible to miss steve shivering against him, and andyr's lips pull into a smile against his. he's asking for instruction, and it's dawning on andyr that he must not have much experience with this. not that andyr really has any more, and that thought seems some kind of funny to him - that smile pulling into a wider grin, before he shakes his head, giving another careful, slow, full kiss to his lips. ]
Just this is fine. We don't have to do anything else. [ Just lips brushing together, skin warm and close, hands over arms and shoulders and chests. Doesn't have to be any more than this, and being that he's having the distinct impression that Steve' nervous about anything more, Andyr's not going to push him, or even ask for it. Hell, they're probably way past what they'd normally be comfortable with anyway. Andyr's easy to please, and this is more than enough for him. ]
Unless you want to. [ because andyr's will is weak, in the face of such sweet affection and easy pleasure. he's had so, so much of it missing in his life, and he's starved for it. he'll find himself pathetic for this, later, but right now, he makes the offer, if steve wants something more, because his self control is a joke right now. ]
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he leans into every touch, eyes closed and a soft sort of hum of contentment coming from low in him. it's impossible to miss steve shivering against him, and andyr's lips pull into a smile against his. he's asking for instruction, and it's dawning on andyr that he must not have much experience with this. not that andyr really has any more, and that thought seems some kind of funny to him - that smile pulling into a wider grin, before he shakes his head, giving another careful, slow, full kiss to his lips. ]
Just this is fine. We don't have to do anything else. [ Just lips brushing together, skin warm and close, hands over arms and shoulders and chests. Doesn't have to be any more than this, and being that he's having the distinct impression that Steve' nervous about anything more, Andyr's not going to push him, or even ask for it. Hell, they're probably way past what they'd normally be comfortable with anyway. Andyr's easy to please, and this is more than enough for him. ]
Unless you want to. [ because andyr's will is weak, in the face of such sweet affection and easy pleasure. he's had so, so much of it missing in his life, and he's starved for it. he'll find himself pathetic for this, later, but right now, he makes the offer, if steve wants something more, because his self control is a joke right now. ]