*The rhythm of his hips falters just a bit at Herman's demands, but he continues, feeling the rise of heat and fire tightening his chest. He won't last long at this point, but it's what they both need and he knows it. Herman is slick now, the sweat gleaming on the taut muscles of his chest and belly and he smiles at his expression that seems to border on anguish and pain. But, from the look in his eyes he's sure he's beyond pain now. The change in the angle of his hips tilts him forward just a bit and makes it easier to slide even deeper and he's taken completely, giving himself over to the raging lust wrung from hard muscle. Unashamed of his desire, open mouthed, he moans again, staring down at the German's neglected cock, jerking invitingly with every undulating motion.*

*Slowing his thrusts just a bit, enough to make him focus again, he grasps one of Herman's hands and brings it up to his mouth. He licks his palm and all over his fingers, sucking them each in turn. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he murmurs:*

Touch yourself. I want to watch.