[ If it weren't for the condom, David might consider it a miracle if he hadn't cum yet. Armin's moans - and unexpected talking - the feeling of the other tight and hot around him, the feeling every time their eyes met... perhaps it was still surprising he'd lasted this long.
The evening has been more than he could've hoped for... Hookups in the gym bathroom were going to be disappointing, now.
His thoughts remain on Armin, though, in the moment. He hadn't realized he even enjoyed talking during sex, but there was something about the cadence of the other's voice... and maybe, a little (a lot), the ego boost of such compliment. He exhales roughly, the hand at the other's hip sliding along his thigh. Low and husky, he murmurs at the other's throat, ] I think you're just that tight.
[ David lifts away a little to reach between them, other hand still firm around Armin's wrist, and wraps his fingers around his cock. Part of him still wanted to watch Armin jerk himself off as he fucked him hard and deep, but now, there's a greater desire to be solely responsible for making the other cum, to leave him utterly sated and to know he was the cause. (Some part of his mind worries that he's overestimating himself.) He slows his hips momentarily to match pace, gripping his length firm and sliding from base to tip, thumb along the underside.
The pace of both hand and hips quickens, and he groans quietly. ] Do you want me to go harder?
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The evening has been more than he could've hoped for... Hookups in the gym bathroom were going to be disappointing, now.
His thoughts remain on Armin, though, in the moment. He hadn't realized he even enjoyed talking during sex, but there was something about the cadence of the other's voice... and maybe, a little (a lot), the ego boost of such compliment. He exhales roughly, the hand at the other's hip sliding along his thigh. Low and husky, he murmurs at the other's throat, ] I think you're just that tight.
[ David lifts away a little to reach between them, other hand still firm around Armin's wrist, and wraps his fingers around his cock. Part of him still wanted to watch Armin jerk himself off as he fucked him hard and deep, but now, there's a greater desire to be solely responsible for making the other cum, to leave him utterly sated and to know he was the cause. (Some part of his mind worries that he's overestimating himself.) He slows his hips momentarily to match pace, gripping his length firm and sliding from base to tip, thumb along the underside.
The pace of both hand and hips quickens, and he groans quietly. ] Do you want me to go harder?