Arie's little symphony orchestra of lust is enough to make Damian's head spin and he has to pause with a little shuddering groan at the man's hip, mouthing at the hollow as he regroups. Then he's resuming his determined path down to Arie's dick, kissing all along the way and then over the hard length, and eager tremor going down his spine as he feels the fingers tugging at his hair.

His slicked up fingers find their way further down, messily smearing the warmed lube all along Arie's taint just to hear him whine a bit more, and they finally reach the puckered hole right as his lips close around the tip of the artist's dick. Damian's quite happily settling in to drive the smaller man crazy with pleasure.