[Breath heavy in his lungs Aidan squirms against the sheets as Helix works him, fingers curling against the others scalp at that mindblowing moan. It's intense, after all this time and all this holding back, so much so that he finds himself edging towards release fairly quickly.
His testicles tighten at the gentle attention, arousal coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach and small moans and gasps finding their way past his lips. The warm-wet feel of Helix's tongue over his more sensitive parts coupled with the steady attention given to his length makes for one dangerous cocktail and before long his muscles tense in anticipation, breath caught in his lungs as he teeters on the edge. He manages a half-coherent warning, fingers clawing into the sheets - and then he breaks, painting pale ribbons over his scratched up chest.]