[ andyr's back arches, and a sweet, gasped moan filters out against the side of Steve's neck, as his hands slip under andyr's pants and grip firm at his ass, bare and unrestricted in the contact. steve wants to know what he should be doing, but god, andyr hardly knows what he's doing himself, grinding back against him, as his hand strokes over steve's cock, palm circling over the head and thumb dragging through the moisture beading at the tip. as steve's groping and squeezing at his ass, he's getting more of an idea of what he wants to do, but even with the dizzying, overwhelming want thrumming in him, that's likely a step too far.

and yet, andyr squirms a hand down to push at the waistband of his soaked pants, hips shifting to shuffle the cloth off, until it's around his thighs, and soon, shimmied out of and kicked aside, leaving andyr completely bare against steve, cock flushed hard where he slots against the curve of steve's hips, a shivered sigh rattling from him at the contact. ]

I want you to do whatever you feel like doing. There's no wrong answer, Steve. [ he whispers against steve's lips, coming up to kiss him slow and sweet and indulgent. god, but he can't seem to get enough. ] Touch wherever you want, take whatever you want. Come here.

[ releasing him for a moment, andyr's hands raise to steve's shoulders, and as he leans back, he pulls him forward, rolling them, so that Andyr's back touches the rock beneath them, and Steve's pulled to blanket over him, andyr's legs parting to frame his hips. like this, steve. he pulls at him to lay against him, not asking steve to strip down like he had - if he wants to, andyr won't complain, but he isn't going to push him to. there's just something freeing in being bared like this, in a situation like this, under hands like steve's, being kissed and held and caressed all over like steve's doing. ]