[ The smile remains, reassuring. He looks down to roll the condom along his length, glances back up as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant - almost stops, watching the other spread for him.
There's a jumble of things he wants to say, a swear caught off-guard, the rest compliments, but he just stares a bit dumbly, cock aching for the sight. He manages to run one hand along Armin's thigh, brief but hopefully a sign that he was in no way displeased or disappointed.
He slicks the condom liberally, and shifts again, moving for either of their comfort. His hips settle close, tip pressing against entrance, though he doesn't begin to push in until he says: ]
Tell me if you need me to do something different.
[ The press is slow, careful, something he would do with any partner for the first time, not knowing the other's limits or tolerance. ]
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There's a jumble of things he wants to say, a swear caught off-guard, the rest compliments, but he just stares a bit dumbly, cock aching for the sight. He manages to run one hand along Armin's thigh, brief but hopefully a sign that he was in no way displeased or disappointed.
He slicks the condom liberally, and shifts again, moving for either of their comfort. His hips settle close, tip pressing against entrance, though he doesn't begin to push in until he says: ]
Tell me if you need me to do something different.
[ The press is slow, careful, something he would do with any partner for the first time, not knowing the other's limits or tolerance. ]