Shuddering under the thrusting hips, Damian's fingers squeeze in time to those movements, never quite enough to hurt Arie but making it clear he's not letting go any time soon. "D-definitely not," he agrees in a ragged voice. The way his feverish eyes stare longingly up at Arie must be clear that there's a reason for that. If he were to be brutally honest with himself, there's only ever been one to love and while Damian didn't necessarily leave him, he didn't stop Arie from leaving either, did he?

Damian's warm hands squeeze at the other's hips again and he moans plaintively, "Arie..."