[ It's tempting, with fingers wrapped around him, to let Armin continue. But they'd come all the way out here, and Armin had already asked if he had a condom, so-
It takes no small amount of willpower to gently place his hand over the other's to get his attention. ]
Here, lay back for me - might wanna scoot back further.
[ He shifts too, moving condom to be more easily within reach. David settles between the other's thighs. He presses kisses to the inside of either thigh, one hand curling around his cock again, stroking slowly. ]
( as ever, Armin is pliant to the other, easing to a stop and lowering his head.
he brings his feet to the tailgate, sliding further onto the truck, and props his weight on either elbow, legs open. for a moment, brief and fleeting, Armin feels something akin to embarrassment — practically displaying himself — but David lowers to Armin's thighs: everything about him, closer than before. Armin's stomach flutters in anticipation.
his eyes slide shut, then, the tension of holding his posture... melting in an instant. )
[ Armin seems to relax, and David hums as though to be encouraging. He strokes for a short time, then wets his lips and leans in. He closes his lips around the tip of the other's cock, fingers wrapping around the base.
The night's quiet is punctuated by faint wet sounds, as Rook works over Armin with his mouth and hand. His experience - and enjoyment - is clear, but he pauses occasionally to lift his gaze, wordlessly checking in.
He reaches for the bottle of lube at length, pausing to slick fingers. He teases the other's entrance with one finger, circling the muscle as he closes his mouth once again around Armin's length. He presses the finger in slowly, mindful of any apparent discomfort. ]
( for a moment, Armin's stomach tightens, twitching as David's mouth envelops the head of his cock.
his gaze falls between his thighs, then, watching in a slack jaw daze: not the first, or even second, blowjob Armin has ever received — but without a doubt, the best, the velvety, wet heat that of a man and not any gangly, fumbling teenager. Armin breathes heavy, little noises, now and then, escaping from his throat.
he watches as David pauses, fetching lubricant, and spreads his legs, adjusts his hips, accommodating himself to David and what follows. a pulse of arousal, feeling light and loose. David's finger, slick and the lubricant, not completely warm against Armin's hole. (Armin kind of likes it.)
for the return of his mouth, David earns a small noise. for his finger, a long sigh turned moan, meeting only the natural resistance of such muscle as he presses inside. Armin has been fingered enough times to know he likes it, and wants it, and to relax as much as given. David's mouth around his cock certainly helps.
after a time, head back, throat exposed, Armin insists, moaning: ) Use two...
( he won't last overlong, not like this, and if he cums... he wants to feel it around someone else's cock. )
[ There's a warmth that flares in his belly, catching Armin's gaze as the other watches him.
He likes it, that Armin is vocal enough to direct him. He has some experience, Rook assumes. (Though, he had assumed so anyway. A tryst in a gloryhole hardly seems the ideal choice of one's first time, and Armin seems attractive and likeable enough both to have an easy enough time finding willing partners.)
At Armin's prompting, a second finger joins the first, gingerly at first. He's methodical about stretching, gentle but not patient enough at the moment to go particularly slow. He curls his fingertips just a little, sliding smoothly. He lifts his head, replacing mouth with free hand along the other's length to ask: ] That alright?
( the fit of David's fingers is tight — a foreign and awkward intrusion than pleasurable — but Armin keeps the muscle slack, and the sensation passes, turning good and right the way David's mouth feels.
(Armin knows what he wants, steadfast in his decision, but the combination of mouth and finger is a little new, a lot heady. in another life, a second opportunity, Armin would like very much to know what David's fingers feel like fucking him open completely.)
nigh absentminded again, Armin nods. lowers his head: gaze, half lidded as it falls to David. Armin answers in a breath, soft. ) Yeah...
[ A little smile quirks at the corner of his lips for Armin's answer. ] You can tell me when you're ready - no rush.
[ He settles back in, lips closing around cock again, taking him deeper into his mouth this time. He continues the gentle stretch, though also probes with intention. The intent isn't to make Armin come too quickly, but David would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear more of those enticing moans. His patience is a little thin, cock hard enough to be uncomfortable, but his partner's reactions have been just enough to stay him thus far. ]
( Armin nods in answer, murmuring another (barely audible) "yeah."
he moans as David sucks his cock deep: relaxes against the pallet of the truck, weight off either elbow, and knees bent, allows his thighs to fall further open. under his breath, Armin curses, a soft, little ) Fuck... ( as his fingers thread through David's hair, never pushing or pulling, only curling and scraping fingernail through scalp.
Armin's opposite palm grips shoulder, smoothing across bare skin, splaying wide against David's nape.
in time, he begins to feel open, flexible, enough to fit someone's dick inside... Armin can't say, but a third finger, probably, and for the moment, that will need suffice. if David continues any more, Armin is certain he'll cum in the other's mouth — tempting but Armin knows his limits; would rather experience this, his first (no illusions of someone special, not in a place like Hope County, not for men like them), with his thoughts more cognisant.
Armin bites his bottom lip, fixing himself to the decision, and eases David's head from his thighs, fingers in David's hair. Armin's grip is only as tight as need be: his other palm, cradling the side of David's head, thumb against ear. Armin tilts his head, chin to collar, a little breathless. )
Uhm...
( he doesn't quite manage to articulate his thoughts. )
[ He loves the feel of Armin's hands on him, fingers through hair and across scalp and shoulder. He loves it, too, when the other tugs just enough to get his attention, hand on his cheek in a way that seems almost intimate - as if they weren't strangers, as if they hadn't been at a gloryhole and decided to go one step up, though that was hardly saying much.
Finally, he loves that Armin seems distracted to the point of being unable to find words, and that he's responsible. (Maybe it's a little vain, but it's arousing all the same.)
He lifts his head with little prompting, checking in — and offers a smile that's more reassuring than anything, as Armin's words seem to fail him. He offers, voice easy: ]
Ready?
[ David waits for an affirmative before moving, taking his hand away gently. He settles on his knees, reaching for the condom once more, this time to unwrap it. ]
he shifts onto his side, then, positioning his hips just so, and bends one knee: comfortable for one's first forays into penetration (or so Armin has heard), and if nothing else... flexible enough that Armin can settle onto his back or stomach, choosing something more intimate or impersonal as the need arises. he catches his breath.
after a moment, watching the other prepare, Armin reaches for his backside, pulling at the apple of one cheek to expose himself; the display, a dizzying mix of arousing and embarrassing. )
[ The smile remains, reassuring. He looks down to roll the condom along his length, glances back up as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant - almost stops, watching the other spread for him.
There's a jumble of things he wants to say, a swear caught off-guard, the rest compliments, but he just stares a bit dumbly, cock aching for the sight. He manages to run one hand along Armin's thigh, brief but hopefully a sign that he was in no way displeased or disappointed.
He slicks the condom liberally, and shifts again, moving for either of their comfort. His hips settle close, tip pressing against entrance, though he doesn't begin to push in until he says: ]
Tell me if you need me to do something different.
[ The press is slow, careful, something he would do with any partner for the first time, not knowing the other's limits or tolerance. ]
( Armin swallows — nervous for the half pause — and wonders if he ought... not. David caresses his thigh, though, reassuring, and Armin only draws his hand elsewhere when the other's cock is flush against his hole. another pulse of arousal aches Armin's cock. his muscles twitch, low against the head of David's.
neither reaction is enough; the fit, tighter than any pair of fingers, burning round the edges. Armin tenses, involuntary, his shoulders going stiff, palm against the pallet of the truck. ever soft, a noise of discomfort escapes Armin's throat. he presses his lips into a line: sighs through his nose, forcing himself to relax, and offers any question of concern a quiet "I'm fine."
after a time, Armin sets his foot on the pallet, knee bent, and adjusts his hips, comfortable...
although (unintentional) allowing David more access. the length of what feels a finger, Armin lifts his gaze to the other. the stretch of his cock feels full. )
Go shallow, ( he says, intending a request where the mix of syllables fail to lilt. easily a demand as any other of the night. )
[ Armin makes a sound of discomfort, and David stops short, expression that of concern if not outright worry. Was the angle wrong, maybe? Or should he have prepared better- ?
The other answers a soft "You alright?", and he relaxes a little, though his hips remain still. He runs hand along the other's thigh, soothing this time.
Rook seems to hesitate just a moment at Armin's demand, whether it was alright to move. He goes slow, hips rocking in and out, shallow as the other asked. He gives a quiet sigh of his own, eyes falling briefly closed. The fit was tight, hot enough that he feels warmer all over. Finally giving attention to his cock is a sweet relief, and a low groan escapes.
'You feel good' sounds cliche and a little stupid, even in his head, particularly after managing to just dumbly stare at him a few minutes prior, so David says nothing other than to make sure he's going at a comfortable pace for Armin: ] Like this?
( the sight and sound of David pleasuring himself is... hot.
that the reaction is solely for working his cock inside Armin, that it is only the beginning, Armin thinks he might withstand any burn to watch. for a moment, he forgets to breathe.
weight, still, on his hip, Armin settles against the pallet of the truck, torso twisting. he stares, open mouth, pliant, a slight sway to his body for the rock of the other's hips. he offers a soft, little "uh huh" in answer. his breath feels heavy again.
the pain lessens, nonexistent. David's cock is only a pleasurable prod in and out of Armin's hole; the stretch, wide, aching but good, too much in a way Armin wants more of. his gaze shifts to the sky (the details, lost in the moment): a swallow and Armin's gaze returns to David. breathy and quiet, ) You can go deeper.
[ Rook's breath grows deeper, more for pleasure than exertion. Their gazes meet, and his mouth feels dry at the sight of Armin staring, looking half undone, heat and arousal washing through his nerves.
He pushes a little deeper on the next press, and then again. His fingertips tighten against Armin's thigh, pressing a slight indent in the skin. He draws in a deep breath, eyes closed and brows drawn. He exhales the breath in a swear, a softly uttered 'fuck' that ends in another groan.
The urge to sink his hips flush with Armin's is near overwhelming, but his thrusts remain slow and restrained, leaning forward. He runs a hand along Armin's side as he pushes in again, gaze returning to the other and flickering over his expression before meeting his gaze again. ]
( Armin's fingers curl, fingertips catching blanket. he moans: soft, breathy from the throat, then higher and higher. the press of David's cock is firm against a particular swell of nerves. Armin closes his eyes, the smallest arch to his spine for the thrust.
several more — Armin, watching David from a tilt of his head — Armin reaches for his own cock. wet round the tip. hard, still, in spite of the initial pain. slow, purposeful strokes, matching the other's pace, overcautious of cumming too soon. (he could, feeling fuller and fuller, watching and hearing David...)
Armin's fist slows, stops. he stares... then shifts, rising to meet David, kissing him, wet and open mouth.
slow, they part, a gentle bite of David's lower lip. when his eyes flutter open, Armin's gaze is half lidded and heavy. he swallows. ) Harder.
That's it, [ he murmurs low-toned encouragement to Armin's moan, half without thinking.
He forgets to breathe momentarily as the other reaches for his own cock, and slows in his pace absently, watching him in open appreciation. Armin stops, and David remembers to breathe again, taking a purposeful breath before leaning into the kiss.
He's not quick to pull away, fingers of one hand brushing through hair and coming to rest against his cheek, thumb just above his ear. When they do part, he watches again, tongue flicking to taste where Armin had nipped. Nearly forgetting to breathe again, Rook nods.
A thought strikes him, addled as his mind feels at the moment. If Armin is going to continue stroking himself, he wants to be able to watch a little more easily. He grasps Armin's knee, leaning to guide him to shift his position and lay fully on his back, helping to angle his hips, though letting him adjust to be comfortable.
David leans in again once situated, and resumes pace - then, as prompted, begins to rock his hips more insistently. One hand grips Armin's hip, the other palm flat against his stomach and sliding along his stomach and chest. ] This okay?
( 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. )
[ There's a snap of... something as Armin speaks. His cock pulses, and his face feels hot. He bends down over Armin, one hand firmly still anchoring his waist and blunt nails biting into skin, the other running along an arm placed over his head, grasping his wrist with finger against the other's palm. He shifts to a deeper angle, careful not to go too hard, but quicker than he had been.
He draws a mark beneath collarbone, nipping until the spot is red, then soothing with open-mouthed kisses, only to nip again. He noses at Armin's neck, nips there too but is cognizant enough to remember not to leave marks there. ]
Yeah? You like it?
[ His voice is low and thick, almost a growl, more a prompting for Armin to continue than anything. ]
( David's most immediate reward is a moan: Armin's eyes, rolling back for the thrust of the new angle.
his breath goes heavy; the noises from his throat, louder and more consistent, interrupted only by a desperate, little ) Ohh... Fuck... ( when David nips his flesh. instinctive, Armin lifts either leg, crossing heel to ankle against David's back. his cock seems to fit even deeper. )
Yeah...
( for a moment, nothing more springs to Armin's mind.
he has read and watched pornography — truly, who hasn't in the world — but not enough, it seems, for any frequent script to easily take hold. Armin supposes he needn't one, however. the truth is just as well, isn't it. )
You feel really big. ( lashes fluttering, gaze on the other, ) I've never been fucked this open before...
( between them, Armin's cock is aching hard. David's inside him, the way he pins Armin to the truck, the hot arousal his voice sent throbbing through Armin... Armin has never been more skeptical of his own stamina than tonight. )
[ 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?
( Armin whines. the few sexual partners he has had have called him tight, but they couldn't have possibly known the way David does. (and the way he says it... Armin feels flush. everywhere.) he moans, cock in the other's grasp. using his free hand, Armin reaches for David's shoulder.
harder? yes, but — ) I don't, ( swallowing for air, almost whining again, ) Mm, I won't last very long...
( ...but everything about David feels so good.
Armin considers for only another moment. his voice, light: ) Yes... ( he bites his lip, clutching David's shoulder and lifting his head. the light in Armin's eyes is hard. ) Do it.
That's okay, me neither... you feel so good. [ Rook's fingers slide along Armin's palm, though retreat to clasp his wrist again. Threading fingers together seems too intimate, a strange thought as their eyes meet.
He adjusts slightly, then presses hard, sinking to the hilt. He can hear skin against skin as his thrusts become harder, though it sounds distant, heart hammering in his ears and breath heavy. He strokes in pace, watching for Armin's reaction. ]
That's it, [ he murmurs encouragement in the same low tone, breath heavy enough to be audible. He leans close as he can with room enough for the press of his hips and hand around the other's cock. ] C'mon... cum for me, Armin.
( moaning, Armin arches into David, meeting the full length of David's cock in a raise of his hips: incredible and if everything hadn't driven him to the brink, the rough slapping flesh against his ass would have. Armin's arm returns to the blanket, unconscious in the moment, resting near his head.
his eyes keep shut — brows, furrowed as the muscles in his core go oversensitive and taut — short, consistent moans in time with David's pace and a high "mmm" as he whispers Armin's name. in a sudden rush, shattering with relief, Armin moans something strangled and drawn, cumming in little bursts and then another, spilling thick and sticky on his belly.
weak, Armin's legs loosen and slip; the rest of him, twitching and throbbing around David. Armin feels every inch. )
[ He pushes hard, gaze locked on Armin's expression, mouth open for breath and, partially, for forgetting himself in the moment. Armin is beautiful, and amazing, and Rook is lucky that the other man agreed to join him. He focuses on working the other through his orgasm, pace hard but steady, the clench of muscle around him overwhelming and wonderful at once.
He's so close- painfully so, almost, but Armin's legs slip, and Rook slows to a stop, fingers unwinding from his length to instead rest on his hip, gentle. His cock aches, pressure coiled tight in his stomach held uncomfortable for the stop, but he's more worried for causing Armin overwhelm or discomfort. He works on catching his breath, watching the other. After a moment, he caresses along his thigh. ]
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It takes no small amount of willpower to gently place his hand over the other's to get his attention. ]
Here, lay back for me - might wanna scoot back further.
[ He shifts too, moving condom to be more easily within reach. David settles between the other's thighs. He presses kisses to the inside of either thigh, one hand curling around his cock again, stroking slowly. ]
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he brings his feet to the tailgate, sliding further onto the truck, and props his weight on either elbow, legs open. for a moment, brief and fleeting, Armin feels something akin to embarrassment — practically displaying himself — but David lowers to Armin's thighs: everything about him, closer than before. Armin's stomach flutters in anticipation.
his eyes slide shut, then, the tension of holding his posture... melting in an instant. )
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The night's quiet is punctuated by faint wet sounds, as Rook works over Armin with his mouth and hand. His experience - and enjoyment - is clear, but he pauses occasionally to lift his gaze, wordlessly checking in.
He reaches for the bottle of lube at length, pausing to slick fingers. He teases the other's entrance with one finger, circling the muscle as he closes his mouth once again around Armin's length. He presses the finger in slowly, mindful of any apparent discomfort. ]
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his gaze falls between his thighs, then, watching in a slack jaw daze: not the first, or even second, blowjob Armin has ever received — but without a doubt, the best, the velvety, wet heat that of a man and not any gangly, fumbling teenager. Armin breathes heavy, little noises, now and then, escaping from his throat.
he watches as David pauses, fetching lubricant, and spreads his legs, adjusts his hips, accommodating himself to David and what follows. a pulse of arousal, feeling light and loose. David's finger, slick and the lubricant, not completely warm against Armin's hole. (Armin kind of likes it.)
for the return of his mouth, David earns a small noise. for his finger, a long sigh turned moan, meeting only the natural resistance of such muscle as he presses inside. Armin has been fingered enough times to know he likes it, and wants it, and to relax as much as given. David's mouth around his cock certainly helps.
after a time, head back, throat exposed, Armin insists, moaning: ) Use two...
( he won't last overlong, not like this, and if he cums... he wants to feel it around someone else's cock. )
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He likes it, that Armin is vocal enough to direct him. He has some experience, Rook assumes. (Though, he had assumed so anyway. A tryst in a gloryhole hardly seems the ideal choice of one's first time, and Armin seems attractive and likeable enough both to have an easy enough time finding willing partners.)
At Armin's prompting, a second finger joins the first, gingerly at first. He's methodical about stretching, gentle but not patient enough at the moment to go particularly slow. He curls his fingertips just a little, sliding smoothly. He lifts his head, replacing mouth with free hand along the other's length to ask: ] That alright?
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(Armin knows what he wants, steadfast in his decision, but the combination of mouth and finger is a little new, a lot heady. in another life, a second opportunity, Armin would like very much to know what David's fingers feel like fucking him open completely.)
nigh absentminded again, Armin nods. lowers his head: gaze, half lidded as it falls to David. Armin answers in a breath, soft. ) Yeah...
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[ He settles back in, lips closing around cock again, taking him deeper into his mouth this time. He continues the gentle stretch, though also probes with intention. The intent isn't to make Armin come too quickly, but David would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear more of those enticing moans. His patience is a little thin, cock hard enough to be uncomfortable, but his partner's reactions have been just enough to stay him thus far. ]
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he moans as David sucks his cock deep: relaxes against the pallet of the truck, weight off either elbow, and knees bent, allows his thighs to fall further open. under his breath, Armin curses, a soft, little ) Fuck... ( as his fingers thread through David's hair, never pushing or pulling, only curling and scraping fingernail through scalp.
Armin's opposite palm grips shoulder, smoothing across bare skin, splaying wide against David's nape.
in time, he begins to feel open, flexible, enough to fit someone's dick inside... Armin can't say, but a third finger, probably, and for the moment, that will need suffice. if David continues any more, Armin is certain he'll cum in the other's mouth — tempting but Armin knows his limits; would rather experience this, his first (no illusions of someone special, not in a place like Hope County, not for men like them), with his thoughts more cognisant.
Armin bites his bottom lip, fixing himself to the decision, and eases David's head from his thighs, fingers in David's hair. Armin's grip is only as tight as need be: his other palm, cradling the side of David's head, thumb against ear. Armin tilts his head, chin to collar, a little breathless. )
Uhm...
( he doesn't quite manage to articulate his thoughts. )
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Finally, he loves that Armin seems distracted to the point of being unable to find words, and that he's responsible. (Maybe it's a little vain, but it's arousing all the same.)
He lifts his head with little prompting, checking in — and offers a smile that's more reassuring than anything, as Armin's words seem to fail him. He offers, voice easy: ]
Ready?
[ David waits for an affirmative before moving, taking his hand away gently. He settles on his knees, reaching for the condom once more, this time to unwrap it. ]
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he shifts onto his side, then, positioning his hips just so, and bends one knee: comfortable for one's first forays into penetration (or so Armin has heard), and if nothing else... flexible enough that Armin can settle onto his back or stomach, choosing something more intimate or impersonal as the need arises. he catches his breath.
after a moment, watching the other prepare, Armin reaches for his backside, pulling at the apple of one cheek to expose himself; the display, a dizzying mix of arousing and embarrassing. )
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There's a jumble of things he wants to say, a swear caught off-guard, the rest compliments, but he just stares a bit dumbly, cock aching for the sight. He manages to run one hand along Armin's thigh, brief but hopefully a sign that he was in no way displeased or disappointed.
He slicks the condom liberally, and shifts again, moving for either of their comfort. His hips settle close, tip pressing against entrance, though he doesn't begin to push in until he says: ]
Tell me if you need me to do something different.
[ The press is slow, careful, something he would do with any partner for the first time, not knowing the other's limits or tolerance. ]
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neither reaction is enough; the fit, tighter than any pair of fingers, burning round the edges. Armin tenses, involuntary, his shoulders going stiff, palm against the pallet of the truck. ever soft, a noise of discomfort escapes Armin's throat. he presses his lips into a line: sighs through his nose, forcing himself to relax, and offers any question of concern a quiet "I'm fine."
after a time, Armin sets his foot on the pallet, knee bent, and adjusts his hips, comfortable...
although (unintentional) allowing David more access. the length of what feels a finger, Armin lifts his gaze to the other. the stretch of his cock feels full. )
Go shallow, ( he says, intending a request where the mix of syllables fail to lilt. easily a demand as any other of the night. )
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The other answers a soft "You alright?", and he relaxes a little, though his hips remain still. He runs hand along the other's thigh, soothing this time.
Rook seems to hesitate just a moment at Armin's demand, whether it was alright to move. He goes slow, hips rocking in and out, shallow as the other asked. He gives a quiet sigh of his own, eyes falling briefly closed. The fit was tight, hot enough that he feels warmer all over. Finally giving attention to his cock is a sweet relief, and a low groan escapes.
'You feel good' sounds cliche and a little stupid, even in his head, particularly after managing to just dumbly stare at him a few minutes prior, so David says nothing other than to make sure he's going at a comfortable pace for Armin: ] Like this?
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that the reaction is solely for working his cock inside Armin, that it is only the beginning, Armin thinks he might withstand any burn to watch. for a moment, he forgets to breathe.
weight, still, on his hip, Armin settles against the pallet of the truck, torso twisting. he stares, open mouth, pliant, a slight sway to his body for the rock of the other's hips. he offers a soft, little "uh huh" in answer. his breath feels heavy again.
the pain lessens, nonexistent. David's cock is only a pleasurable prod in and out of Armin's hole; the stretch, wide, aching but good, too much in a way Armin wants more of. his gaze shifts to the sky (the details, lost in the moment): a swallow and Armin's gaze returns to David. breathy and quiet, ) You can go deeper.
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He pushes a little deeper on the next press, and then again. His fingertips tighten against Armin's thigh, pressing a slight indent in the skin. He draws in a deep breath, eyes closed and brows drawn. He exhales the breath in a swear, a softly uttered 'fuck' that ends in another groan.
The urge to sink his hips flush with Armin's is near overwhelming, but his thrusts remain slow and restrained, leaning forward. He runs a hand along Armin's side as he pushes in again, gaze returning to the other and flickering over his expression before meeting his gaze again. ]
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several more — Armin, watching David from a tilt of his head — Armin reaches for his own cock. wet round the tip. hard, still, in spite of the initial pain. slow, purposeful strokes, matching the other's pace, overcautious of cumming too soon. (he could, feeling fuller and fuller, watching and hearing David...)
Armin's fist slows, stops. he stares... then shifts, rising to meet David, kissing him, wet and open mouth.
slow, they part, a gentle bite of David's lower lip. when his eyes flutter open, Armin's gaze is half lidded and heavy. he swallows. ) Harder.
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He forgets to breathe momentarily as the other reaches for his own cock, and slows in his pace absently, watching him in open appreciation. Armin stops, and David remembers to breathe again, taking a purposeful breath before leaning into the kiss.
He's not quick to pull away, fingers of one hand brushing through hair and coming to rest against his cheek, thumb just above his ear. When they do part, he watches again, tongue flicking to taste where Armin had nipped. Nearly forgetting to breathe again, Rook nods.
A thought strikes him, addled as his mind feels at the moment. If Armin is going to continue stroking himself, he wants to be able to watch a little more easily. He grasps Armin's knee, leaning to guide him to shift his position and lay fully on his back, helping to angle his hips, though letting him adjust to be comfortable.
David leans in again once situated, and resumes pace - then, as prompted, begins to rock his hips more insistently. One hand grips Armin's hip, the other palm flat against his stomach and sliding along his stomach and chest. ] This okay?
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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. )
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He draws a mark beneath collarbone, nipping until the spot is red, then soothing with open-mouthed kisses, only to nip again. He noses at Armin's neck, nips there too but is cognizant enough to remember not to leave marks there. ]
Yeah? You like it?
[ His voice is low and thick, almost a growl, more a prompting for Armin to continue than anything. ]
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his breath goes heavy; the noises from his throat, louder and more consistent, interrupted only by a desperate, little ) Ohh... Fuck... ( when David nips his flesh. instinctive, Armin lifts either leg, crossing heel to ankle against David's back. his cock seems to fit even deeper. )
Yeah...
( for a moment, nothing more springs to Armin's mind.
he has read and watched pornography — truly, who hasn't in the world — but not enough, it seems, for any frequent script to easily take hold. Armin supposes he needn't one, however. the truth is just as well, isn't it. )
You feel really big. ( lashes fluttering, gaze on the other, ) I've never been fucked this open before...
( between them, Armin's cock is aching hard. David's inside him, the way he pins Armin to the truck, the hot arousal his voice sent throbbing through Armin... Armin has never been more skeptical of his own stamina than tonight. )
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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?
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harder? yes, but — ) I don't, ( swallowing for air, almost whining again, ) Mm, I won't last very long...
( ...but everything about David feels so good.
Armin considers for only another moment. his voice, light: ) Yes... ( he bites his lip, clutching David's shoulder and lifting his head. the light in Armin's eyes is hard. ) Do it.
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He adjusts slightly, then presses hard, sinking to the hilt. He can hear skin against skin as his thrusts become harder, though it sounds distant, heart hammering in his ears and breath heavy. He strokes in pace, watching for Armin's reaction. ]
That's it, [ he murmurs encouragement in the same low tone, breath heavy enough to be audible. He leans close as he can with room enough for the press of his hips and hand around the other's cock. ] C'mon... cum for me, Armin.
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his eyes keep shut — brows, furrowed as the muscles in his core go oversensitive and taut — short, consistent moans in time with David's pace and a high "mmm" as he whispers Armin's name. in a sudden rush, shattering with relief, Armin moans something strangled and drawn, cumming in little bursts and then another, spilling thick and sticky on his belly.
weak, Armin's legs loosen and slip; the rest of him, twitching and throbbing around David. Armin feels every inch. )
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He's so close- painfully so, almost, but Armin's legs slip, and Rook slows to a stop, fingers unwinding from his length to instead rest on his hip, gentle. His cock aches, pressure coiled tight in his stomach held uncomfortable for the stop, but he's more worried for causing Armin overwhelm or discomfort. He works on catching his breath, watching the other. After a moment, he caresses along his thigh. ]
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