[ 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. ]
( Armin gathers himself in the stillness, feeling spent and boneless, a little sleepy in the corners of consciousness. he thinks he wouldn't mind, hot and full as he dozes off... Armin opens his eyes, watching the sky for a moment, then begins to shift, weight on his elbows. )
Um. ( a mild concern creases Armin's brow. soft, uncertain who the gentle tone benefits, ) Is everything okay? You didn't finish...
( a swallow of air has long since redirected Armin's breath from his mouth to his nose, harsh and a little ragged. )
[ 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. ]
but the mood for what they had feels lost and awkward, most especial if David is so close. he likes the thought of jerking David off, though, watching him cum... his stomach or chest, marking Armin, even if only for a few moments.
after the briefest pause, considering, ) Is the condom latex? ( slight, Armin smiles as he speaks. ) I can suck you off. If you want.
Oh, no, it's one of the uh- [ he gestures uselessly. ] one of the non-latex ones. [ (If he was going to go out of his way to be prepared with condom and lube, he certainly wasn't going to then be thwarted by a latex allergy.) His grin widens a little, and he rakes a hand through his hair again. ]
I'm certainly not dumb enough to say no to that.
[ First, though, he gives in to the desire to kiss Armin again, slow with tongue tracing against lip. He draws away, then, exhaling for the loss of tightness and heat around him. ]
( the sensation, then, in Armin's hole is strange. empty. the lubricant, not so much wet or slick, but present. as he shifts, sitting and moving to his knees, Armin is aware of a light sweat in the crease of every limb.
more than once, Armin adjusts the weight on his knees and in his hips. ) Can you — ( going shy at this point is ridiculous, he knows, and yet... Armin reaches for the other's wrist, guiding him to the crevice of Armin's ass. )
...please?
( Armin is not so shy he glances elsewhere, at least. )
[ 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. ]
( Armin settles, head low, knees wide, exposed and accessible.
entirely idle, he wonders how David's cock would feel in the position. (good, he imagines, arousing on the merits of posture alone. David could tease or hammer his hole as he saw fit...) for now, Armin enjoys the press and fuck of David's fingers, comforting and stimulating where he, still, feels the loss of David's cock.
(teasing the entrance... only occasionally slipping finger, a knuckle or even two... would have felt enough for Armin.)
he pulls the condom taut, fingers round the haft, and accepts David's cock into his mouth: a long, smooth motion; in and out; tongue, wide and flat against the underside of David's head. Armin licks, incremental down the length, mouthing and kissing, lavishing the underside in a spit full of attention (that there is less friction when his mouth returns). the lubricant would only sit there; Armin tastes enough (plastic and his own musk) as is.
(he would prefer — very much — to taste David.)
at the root, Armin fixes his eyes on the other — silent permission — and mouths the center of David's sac, a light, fine stroke of his tongue along the seam. across the left, his tongue strokes flat: under, curling, suckling, wet sounds as Armin slowly releases the sensitive flesh. his gaze never falters.
on the second, Armin moans, David's fingers against his prostate. )
[ Just the sight of Armin in such a position is arousing on its own.
He runs his free hand gentle through the other's hair, threading through blond tresses and resting there gently. Armin's attentions quickly earn a low moan. His eyes slip closed for a moment, head tipped skyward, though his gaze returns only to find the other's blue eyes locked with his own. ]
Jesus, [ he mumbles, breath catching as Armin's tongue teases bare skin. David adjusts a little, lips parted in some vain hope that might keep his breath steady. The pressure that had begun to unwind somewhat, quickly recoils and builds anew.
He answers Armin's moan in a quiet hum, gentle in the tease of his fingers. ]
( Armin sucks, slow and loose, on the right: glances low on David's body and after a long, long moment, watching the other, Armin parts from the sensitive flesh. he adjusts his weight on his opposite palm, using the free one to roll the condom up and off. Armin strokes root to tip.
he shouldn't. his lip is split — and David admitted he does this often. he didn't use a condom to suck Armin's cock. (but Armin hadn't insisted...) he wants his senses filled, the taste to be heavy on his tongue. had he expected anyone, dick in a gloryhole, to use a condom? would he have refused?
another stroke of Armin's fist, root to tip. his gaze returns to David. soft, ) Tell me when you're close.
( weight on either palm, Armin envelops David's cock in his mouth. his head bobs, a smooth, steady rhythm. )
[ 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. ]
( now and then, glancing through his lashes, Armin watches the other. (although the praise surprises him, staying his attention for a moment or two longer than any other moment.) Armin's cock begins to stir in interest, sucking David's as good as the fingers in his hole.
Armin swallows deep, then, holding David in his throat: parting and using his hand where his mouth was, working David over the edge in quick pumps of his fist. more cognisant, less in the throes his own moment, the sound of flesh against flesh seems louder in the Montana wilderness. Armin watches, only closing his eyes in a reflex as the other cums, warm splatter on his skin. )
[ Keeping his hips still is harder than expected. His body tightens, and his hand moves from Armin's hair to his shoulder as though bracing himself.
He gasps, then groans, low and long, body quivering, then unwinding all at once. He exhales in a sigh, gaze falling on the white now along Armin's chest, before lifting his gaze. He pulls his hands away, slow, and sits back, leaning on the walls of the truck bed. ]
Goddamn. [ He chuckles, almost hoarse, raking a hand through his hair. ] You're something else.
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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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Um. ( a mild concern creases Armin's brow. soft, uncertain who the gentle tone benefits, ) Is everything okay? You didn't finish...
( a swallow of air has long since redirected Armin's breath from his mouth to his nose, harsh and a little ragged. )
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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. ]
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( Armin wouldn't mind, he thinks.
but the mood for what they had feels lost and awkward, most especial if David is so close. he likes the thought of jerking David off, though, watching him cum... his stomach or chest, marking Armin, even if only for a few moments.
after the briefest pause, considering, ) Is the condom latex? ( slight, Armin smiles as he speaks. ) I can suck you off. If you want.
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I'm certainly not dumb enough to say no to that.
[ First, though, he gives in to the desire to kiss Armin again, slow with tongue tracing against lip. He draws away, then, exhaling for the loss of tightness and heat around him. ]
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more than once, Armin adjusts the weight on his knees and in his hips. ) Can you — ( going shy at this point is ridiculous, he knows, and yet... Armin reaches for the other's wrist, guiding him to the crevice of Armin's ass. )
...please?
( Armin is not so shy he glances elsewhere, at least. )
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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. ]
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entirely idle, he wonders how David's cock would feel in the position. (good, he imagines, arousing on the merits of posture alone. David could tease or hammer his hole as he saw fit...) for now, Armin enjoys the press and fuck of David's fingers, comforting and stimulating where he, still, feels the loss of David's cock.
(teasing the entrance... only occasionally slipping finger, a knuckle or even two... would have felt enough for Armin.)
he pulls the condom taut, fingers round the haft, and accepts David's cock into his mouth: a long, smooth motion; in and out; tongue, wide and flat against the underside of David's head. Armin licks, incremental down the length, mouthing and kissing, lavishing the underside in a spit full of attention (that there is less friction when his mouth returns). the lubricant would only sit there; Armin tastes enough (plastic and his own musk) as is.
(he would prefer — very much — to taste David.)
at the root, Armin fixes his eyes on the other — silent permission — and mouths the center of David's sac, a light, fine stroke of his tongue along the seam. across the left, his tongue strokes flat: under, curling, suckling, wet sounds as Armin slowly releases the sensitive flesh. his gaze never falters.
on the second, Armin moans, David's fingers against his prostate. )
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He runs his free hand gentle through the other's hair, threading through blond tresses and resting there gently. Armin's attentions quickly earn a low moan. His eyes slip closed for a moment, head tipped skyward, though his gaze returns only to find the other's blue eyes locked with his own. ]
Jesus, [ he mumbles, breath catching as Armin's tongue teases bare skin. David adjusts a little, lips parted in some vain hope that might keep his breath steady. The pressure that had begun to unwind somewhat, quickly recoils and builds anew.
He answers Armin's moan in a quiet hum, gentle in the tease of his fingers. ]
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he shouldn't. his lip is split — and David admitted he does this often. he didn't use a condom to suck Armin's cock. (but Armin hadn't insisted...) he wants his senses filled, the taste to be heavy on his tongue. had he expected anyone, dick in a gloryhole, to use a condom? would he have refused?
another stroke of Armin's fist, root to tip. his gaze returns to David. soft, ) Tell me when you're close.
( weight on either palm, Armin envelops David's cock in his mouth. his head bobs, a smooth, steady rhythm. )
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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—
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Armin swallows deep, then, holding David in his throat: parting and using his hand where his mouth was, working David over the edge in quick pumps of his fist. more cognisant, less in the throes his own moment, the sound of flesh against flesh seems louder in the Montana wilderness. Armin watches, only closing his eyes in a reflex as the other cums, warm splatter on his skin. )
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He gasps, then groans, low and long, body quivering, then unwinding all at once. He exhales in a sigh, gaze falling on the white now along Armin's chest, before lifting his gaze. He pulls his hands away, slow, and sits back, leaning on the walls of the truck bed. ]
Goddamn. [ He chuckles, almost hoarse, raking a hand through his hair. ] You're something else.
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