Blue eyes stare up with a feverish gleam in them, only seeming all the bluer with how red Damian's cheeks have grown as Arie grinds against him and keeps saying such things that make his thoughts fizzle.

"Babe..." he breathes, begging as he grabs at the rockstar's hips. It seems so damn impossible, dangerous even, to imagine that Arie might feel the same way about him. That maybe Damian didn't completely fuck things up between them when he held back from just going with Arie on the road.