Arie moans almost pitifully when Damian forces his hips to calm down, to sit much stiller than he feels like doing. There's a rush and urge to move, to chase the next high, to let them both enjoy the union they've finally managed to accomplish. Arie whimpers but eventually lets Damian dictate just how fast they go there.

Arms tightening around Damian's neck, Arie leans in close to him, his thighs slowly arranging themselves around Damian's waist and holding him close, nose bumping against Damian's cheek.

"Hopefully blowing your mind," Arie whispers right back, his voice reedy and breathy. "Because you're doing that to me."