A wild porn journal appears.
[It's certainly getting harder to focus or stand the pressure of being confined in his clothes, but he's withstanding as much as he can manage. So he pulls off his skin to breath hot and raspy against his throat. He keeps his attention on working Aidan up to the very brink and when he finally gets that zipper undone he reaches in to gently brush his fingers along that shaft, only a thin layer of cloth between them now.
He rubs lightly up and down for a few heartbeats near falling into a trance. Unable to take much more of that almost infuriating friction within his jeans he pulls away. Carefully he sinks down to kneel on the sticky floor between Aidan's knees. He pulls the cloth down, deliberately dragging it over his cock to tuck it neatly under his balls. He leans in to drag his tongue over the orbs before casually taking his time to lap his way up to the helmet.]