And that's all Arie really needed to hear. He shudders, and shudders some more as his body lets go, thighs trembling around Damian's waist. It starts from his core, Arie shakes with it as he cries out weakly, body arching into the next thrust, almost like he's trying to get away from it, except the actual desire is opposite.

Thick ribbons of come stripe his abdomen when he sucks in air and stutters out another series of cries, eyes open but glassed over, sweat and tears mixing at the corner of them. The orgasm that sweeps over him whites out everything and he struggles to listen, to see, to hear, because he knows Damian is going to follow him a moment later, and Arie wants to desperately see that...