[ Rook straightens a little, both hands running along Armin's thighs idly. He chuckles, looking a little sheepish. He glances away for a moment, one hand lifting to push dark hair from his forehead (though it stubbornly falls back out of place), then back to Armin. ]

Ah- yeah... I'm close believe me. I just- ah- didn't want to hurt you if I kept going after you came. Shitty way to ruin an orgasm, right?

[ It strikes him again how pretty Armin is, the flush of his skin, and David feels the urge to kiss him. He remains still though, uncertain for the moment. ] I can- keep going or finish myself off, if it's too much. [ The smile returns, a little less easy for the feeling he perhaps did something silly, though it's genuine all the same. ]