It doesn't matter how big and burly Damian might get with however many countless hours he spends in the gym or boxing ring, Arie will always manage to get the upper hand on him with seemingly no effort at all. Damian's left groaning hoarsely as his cock is manhandled, hands latching onto the musician's thighs now framing his waist in an aborted move to drag Arie towards his dick.

"T-take it slow, babe," Damian urges/begs, flushed and apparently forgetting for the moment that he's more than physically capable of pinning Arie down and making him take things slower. "Don't want you hurting at all..."