Arie lets their noses bump against each other, his brow resting on Damian's as they move together to the man's pace, slower than what Arie would have initiated, more thoughtful and reserved - much like Damian in general. He is the mindful force while Arie fans the flames as hot as possible.

Drawing himself up when those warm, big hands on his hips indicate that he should, Arie sucks in a breath that escapes him as he's guided to sink back down, his breath coloured with a moan, a little broken and hoarse. His ass practically flutters around the hard cock inside him, greedily trying to suck in more of it.

"Baby," Arie whimpers under his breath, hands squeezing the nape of Damian's neck.