[Helix moans softly against the small orb, feeling every noise, twitch, struggle from Aidan sink straight into his core. He's painfully hard by now from the sheer power of Aidan's arousal. He continues with fervor, not really needing the small warning to know that the other was close. It'd been a while, but he was familiar with the signs. The tension in his belly, the way his body went taught, how his hips gyrated beyond his control then the ripple, the shudder along the length in his grip. He lifted his eyes to watch, angling his cock towards his belly so he wouldn't get a face-full.
He let the first spurt spray across his belly, intrigued and in awe all at once. He quickly lapped up the shaft to the head, closing his lips around the tip to suck the rest from him. He massaged his hand from base to helmet, milking him for all that he was worth and rolling his seed across his tongue. He swallowed, sinking down over him to stuff his cock into his mouth one last time, letting the last few drops splash the back of his throat.
He then drew back and meticulously lapped him clean. He squeezed the last drop out of the tip, sucking it up, kissing the top and moving to draw his tongue over his stomach. He eagerly drank all of him, like a cat to a dish of milk before crawling his way up over his lover. He made himself comfortable by his side, grinding a little against his hip. He nuzzled in against his throat, kissing that racing pulse and waiting for Aidan to come down from his ride on the euphoric high.]