Damian moans helplessly into the kiss as he's drawn up and then takes that 'inviting' slap to his ass with another eager noise, grinding down hard against Arie. At this point, he doesn't care who fucks whom, because he's never cared that far. Just having Arie warm and eager against him is intoxicating as is.

But he also knows how wonderful Arie can sound when he's overstimulated, which is why Damian reluctantly breaks the kiss and stares down into the dark eyes, lips feeling swollen as he pants quietly. "... Can I blow you?" he asks hoarsely, though it's not really a question when he's starting to shift down, is it?