Arie's jaw is pushed up, his whole body tense as he arches up from the bed, Damian's fingers following relentlessly, fucking him through the intense orgasm. Arie has barely time to pant a few seconds before the next one crests over him like a tidal wave, crashing him against the bed in a trembling mess. His cock valiantly tries to squirt out something, but it's too early and instead there's just a sense of continual pleasure, coming and going, like an ebbing wave.

"D-Damian..." Arie mutters, his tongue feeling too big into his mouth, hands clumsy as he reaches down to push at Damian's head, whimpers escaping between red, swollen lips, Arie's whole body shuddering in time with the thrusts that still keep coming and each one of them ruin his concentration. There's desperation there as he yanks at the curly hair, trying to pull Damian up and over him.