Arie isn't quite as patient, but he also is completely gone with desire and gut-hollowing need, reason and patience thrown out to the wolves that have torn them to pieces a thousand times over. He whines through his nose as Damian kisses him like it means something, like there's something glimmering like a forgotten gem between them and Arie just can't take it anymore.

His hips move in a restless, aimless manner, rutting their bodies together, moving just enough to give them the friction that they both desperately need. But he can't bring himself to let to, so it's a very halted, awkward kind of rutting and lifting himself, only to drive himself down, moving back and forth, moaning into Damian's mouth, all the while his ass clenches rhythmically with each forward drive.