It's too damn slow, too damn little, and Arie mutters something incoherent under his breath as Damian kisses him again and again, staying close while he obviously gropes at the bed for more lube and condoms.

Yes, Arie's brain provides that missing link there, lube and condoms mean that he's getting fucked soon and then maybe this ridiculous ache and need inside him will get a little less demanding.

But he can't wait. Damian is always so sweet and so giving, so perfect. Arie wants him, he wants it right now.

With a soft, droning groan, he pushes himself off the mattress, flipping them over before he seats himself on top, trembling thighs wrapped around Damian's waist, wild hair sticking up and around, hands shaking while grabbing the condoms to tear open a packet.

"I want you inside me," Arie stutters out as he stares down at those blue eyes, biting his own lip hard enough to taste a bit of rust on his tongue. Ringed fingers grip the base of Damian's cock, stroking a few times before starting to roll the rubber down on him. "I-- I want you to fill me. Please..."