[ David shifts to be more comfortable, blanket doing little to soothe the ache of kneeling too long on metal.
His gaze follows Armin's hand, as it directs him, and he can't help a faint little grin. ] Sure can.
[ Rook sounds infinitely pleased to be asked for such a thing, the idea that Armin wants more.
He runs his hand down Armin's spine, smooths over the curve of one cheek, then a single finger along the cleft, teasing. He rubs his entrance in firm circles, then sinks one finger in first, then two. He slips in and out in a steady pace, curling his fingers to find a particular bundle of nerves, mindful of pressure.
Not entirely idly, he wonders if they might go long enough to bring Armin to climax a second time. The thought is tempting. ]
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His gaze follows Armin's hand, as it directs him, and he can't help a faint little grin. ] Sure can.
[ Rook sounds infinitely pleased to be asked for such a thing, the idea that Armin wants more.
He runs his hand down Armin's spine, smooths over the curve of one cheek, then a single finger along the cleft, teasing. He rubs his entrance in firm circles, then sinks one finger in first, then two. He slips in and out in a steady pace, curling his fingers to find a particular bundle of nerves, mindful of pressure.
Not entirely idly, he wonders if they might go long enough to bring Armin to climax a second time. The thought is tempting. ]