Damian's mouth ends up hanging open on a droning moan of his own as the tight channel around his cock starts moving so eagerly. He forgets himself for a moment and lets his hands help Arie with the movements, drawing him up a little bit higher so there's a bit of thrust when he descends, dragging out soft and hoarse gasps from Damian.

The way Arie never fails to make his head spin is ridiculous, and Damian can privately admit to himself it's because it's Arie and it's always been only Arie for him.

"Babe..." he whispers, gripping Arie's hips and forcing him to come to a stop for a second so they can both just breathe. "What are you doing to me?"