[ it's important to him to verbalize it, not only for his own experiences, but because this is all still very, very new and uncertain for them. andyr doesn't want to be a source of regret for him. but the hand at the back of his head tells him to press on, and andyr lets out a quiet sound, a pleased hum, against his skin, laving attention to adam's nipple a moment of so longer, before passing to the other, a thumb taking the place of his mouth on the abandoned one to massage over it.
adam's chest is bared to him, and though the room's dim as it is, andyr takes a second to look him over, exploring his hands and eyes, but mostly hands, feeling across his chest, the set of his bones, the swell of muscle. along his shoulders and his arms, down to his hands. adam's a beautiful, beautiful creature, and andyr's lips seek his own against, a slow, languid kiss, before moving down to his neck.
he's quiet, not sure he should speak, and break the moment. it's such a soothing one. ]
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adam's chest is bared to him, and though the room's dim as it is, andyr takes a second to look him over, exploring his hands and eyes, but mostly hands, feeling across his chest, the set of his bones, the swell of muscle. along his shoulders and his arms, down to his hands. adam's a beautiful, beautiful creature, and andyr's lips seek his own against, a slow, languid kiss, before moving down to his neck.
he's quiet, not sure he should speak, and break the moment. it's such a soothing one. ]