"N-no, I'm not," Arie gasps between lifting himself up and driving himself down on Damian, hips moving at a breathless gyrating rhythm that makes sure each inch is felt, taken in, taken out. Arie had forgotten just how mad and consuming the desire between the two of them can be. Sure, he's fucked other bodies, others have fucked him in the time that has passed since they were in bed together last. But there's nothing like this, there never has been.

He brings his hands to Damian's cheeks, cupping them between his own. The kiss Arie initiates between bouncing up and down on that hard cock is tender, sweet even, broken with a moan as the angle shifts and something inside him sparks another lick of heat to travel down his spine.

"You make me feel alive," he mutters, nose against Damian's, his mouth finding biting kisses all over the man's lips and jaw. "And you're my home at the same time."