There's nothing quite as mesmerising as Arie losing himself to pleasure. At least nothing as far as Damian's concerned. He's completely hypnotised by it and is driven to redoubling his efforts, desperate to see Arie fall to pieces under him. He wants it so much more than his own release, but he also realises that the chances of him not barrelling headfirst into his orgasm immediately after Arie are not great.

Oh well, such is life full of tragedies.

"Arie..." he moans rather pitifully before biting hard at his lower lip. He's rocking hard enough into the willing body to have the bed frame rattling under them, using his grip on Arie to yank him right into each thrust so there's just no escape for him.