"Fuck..." Damian groans right back, nodding against Arie's shoulder as he starts to do as demanded. His body's not consulting his mind at all as it gears up to start moving properly, pressing in as close as he can to Arie while still keeping some amount of space so he can actually thrust. It feels wonderful, of course, to finally be fucking into that tight, hot passage, but more than that, he's loving how Arie's responding. Hell, Arie could tell him to jump off the balcony in that tone of voice and Damian would probably be halfway over the railing before he realised what he was doing.

"Like this, babe?" he gasps, drawing his teeth along the crook of Arie's neck, refusing to stop, angling his hips to try to get the right spot.