"Oh my god," he groans, head thudding back against the wall. They're safe, maybe not back at home but close enough, and Armand stays present, showing off a truly impressive set of talents that make him want his memory back yesterday.
He strokes Armand's hair in a way that will likely make it wild and messy, a thumb tracing the shell of his ear. Holding back on the noise would be impossible, but he also wants to be heard, wants to give every reaction to Armand as he kneels there.
And in very little time at all, he finds himself on the edge, cock throbbing, thighs trembling-- a place Armand keeps him, dangling. "I'm gonna come," he gasps, figuring it's obvious but still blurting out every thought on his fucking mind because he can't think anymore.
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Date: 2024-09-11 01:07 am (UTC)He strokes Armand's hair in a way that will likely make it wild and messy, a thumb tracing the shell of his ear. Holding back on the noise would be impossible, but he also wants to be heard, wants to give every reaction to Armand as he kneels there.
And in very little time at all, he finds himself on the edge, cock throbbing, thighs trembling-- a place Armand keeps him, dangling. "I'm gonna come," he gasps, figuring it's obvious but still blurting out every thought on his fucking mind because he can't think anymore.