( Armin shifts, ever pliable to David and the magnetism of his touch, knees bent, thighs wide. his hair fans beneath him, pretty in a way Armin wouldn't want to know.
craning his neck, Armin watches David position between his thighs; exhales as the length of the other's cock returns — long and content (head, falling against the truck) — and moans when David thrusts deep, a little noise on every breath as the pace begins to mount. Armin's hands rest above his head. )
It feels good...
( from this angle, he doesn't feel full so much as filled: David's cock, opening Armin to a limit he never knew, amazing and too much and amazing. breathier, ) It feels so good. ( Armin watches David, a tip in his chin. ) Your dick's incredible.
( only a small, distant part of Armin's brain manages to conjure shame. he likes the sound of it. he's fairly certain David does, too. )
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craning his neck, Armin watches David position between his thighs; exhales as the length of the other's cock returns — long and content (head, falling against the truck) — and moans when David thrusts deep, a little noise on every breath as the pace begins to mount. Armin's hands rest above his head. )
It feels good...
( from this angle, he doesn't feel full so much as filled: David's cock, opening Armin to a limit he never knew, amazing and too much and amazing. breathier, ) It feels so good. ( Armin watches David, a tip in his chin. ) Your dick's incredible.
( only a small, distant part of Armin's brain manages to conjure shame. he likes the sound of it. he's fairly certain David does, too. )