Each and every one of those sucking kisses manages to pull a whimper out of the hypersensitive man squirming under Damian when he pulls up. Arie's fingers thread into curly hair as he pulls Damian down to a kiss, moaning pitifully into his mouth as their bodies collide and that blissful weight descends on Arie, nailing him finally to the bed. Otherwise he might have floated away...

"Fuck..." he mutters as Damian pulls back to praise him. Arie's eyes are foggy as he peers up at those bright blues, maybe there are tears at the corners of his thick lashes. "How the hell do you do that...?"