There are no words by the time Damian gets down to it. Arie's head bends back as he moans at the very first kisses to his cock that jumps eagerly into the touch of Damian's lips. He's already leaking precum, a feat that redoubles as those soft lips trace his length.

He doesn't know which way is down and which is up, everything just hums with pleasure and need. His fingers are tight in Damian's hair, tugging and gripping, matching the desperate moan that he lets out when a wet, hot mouth closes around his length. Somewhere in there are fingers prodding at his crack and then circling his hole and it's so hard to know which way to push, back or forth, because both are amazing.

"Damian," he stutters out the man's name, pleading and eager.