[ He watches, gaze lidded, as Armin rolls the condom off. The warm wet of his tongue is almost surprising, after the feel of it through the thin plastic. He groans his approval, low and throaty. His hand in Armin's hair tightens just slightly. ]
You're good at this, [ he murmurs, tone still quiet, thick with pleasure.
Idly he strokes through the other's hair, watching his hand briefly, pausing in the slow tease of his fingers in Armin as he does so. A moment later he resumes, a slow pump, fingertips teasing.
It's not long before he groans again, inhaling and eyes closing with a furrow of his brow. ]
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You're good at this, [ he murmurs, tone still quiet, thick with pleasure.
Idly he strokes through the other's hair, watching his hand briefly, pausing in the slow tease of his fingers in Armin as he does so. A moment later he resumes, a slow pump, fingertips teasing.
It's not long before he groans again, inhaling and eyes closing with a furrow of his brow. ]
Close- fuck, I'm close—