[There is a shuddered breath every time Aidan's mouth slips off to the tip and his tongue swirls expertly around his head. He groans, holding back the urge to thrust and doing what he can not to buck against the flimsy metal wall between them and the next stall. If anyone should walk in it wouldn't be hard to notice the two sets of legs but he's not really concerned about people knowing what they're doing.
He huffs softly, fingers tensing and knees beginning to shake. It won't be long, there was a long, steady build up in the theater after all and he's nearly at his limit.]