"I fucking hope so," Arie laughs as he drags Damian up by his hair. "And so are you, babe," he murmurs against Damian's mouth before crushing their mouths together again, licking into that willing cavity.
His legs tangle up with Damian's, dragging him as close as possible before he starts to grind their cocks together, one hand smacking down on Damian's ass to urge him to thrust in earnest.
Damian moans helplessly into the kiss as he's drawn up and then takes that 'inviting' slap to his ass with another eager noise, grinding down hard against Arie. At this point, he doesn't care who fucks whom, because he's never cared that far. Just having Arie warm and eager against him is intoxicating as is.
But he also knows how wonderful Arie can sound when he's overstimulated, which is why Damian reluctantly breaks the kiss and stares down into the dark eyes, lips feeling swollen as he pants quietly. "... Can I blow you?" he asks hoarsely, though it's not really a question when he's starting to shift down, is it?
Arie doesn't care who does the fucking either. As long as someone is eventually doing it. And honestly, he'd much rather they both do it eventually. Because he likes fucking Damian, watching him lose himself in it, and he likes feeling the man's cock grinding inside him...
Only when Damian asks him that with feverish eyes and mouth like a freshly opened wound, Arie practically whines at the back of his throat.
"Yes, fuck... yes," he mutters, his hands tightening in Damian's thick mop of hair. "Find some lube while you're at it. I want to ride you later."
Shuddering at the words as well as the fingers in his hair, Damian stills over Arie's chest and then huffs with a little laugh, "I haven't got anything on me. I, ah... haven't really needed it." Further cementing just how woefully single and not at all up for any type of mingling he's been. "Did you bring any...?"
Oh fuck, of course Damian didn't bring any. Arie laughs with him and then gestures towards his bag somewhere on the floor. "Toilette bag," he says with a smile, his fingers dragging through Damian's hair for a moment gently.
"You aren't prepared for quickies each night?" he asks softly. He isn't sure what to think of that, to be honest. It appeases his jealousy, sure, but at the same time, it tells him that Damian wasn't thinking about the possibility of sex tonight either and he sure knew Arie would be at the Roadhouse.
"Not really, no," Damian admits with another little laugh, ducking his head to drop a quick kiss to Arie's lips before he clambers off to go hunting for the bag. "I go home alone and I thought you might..." he trails off with a shrug, finding the bag and opening it to mutter the rest in a rush, "probably be taken."
It's not so ridiculous, is it? This is Arie. As far as Damian's concerned, the entire world is insane for not wanting to secure the man for themselves. He'd assumed Arie had a squeeze behind the scenes that he'd been hiding from the paparazzi.
The lube and condoms are acquired and soon Damian's climbing back into bed, setting them to one side as he covers Arie's body with his own again and reacquaints himself with the musician's lips with a pleased little hum.
Arie is a lot more opportunistic than Damian, the fat tube of lube is new, so are the condoms. He shopped before he came here. Because he had hoped... And if Damian would happen to have someone else, Arie was pretty sure he'd want someone to fuck his brains out so he wouldn't have to think about it.
He reclines back as he watches Damian rush off to pick up the lube and condoms, admiring him as he rushes back to the bed with a lazy smile.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he murmurs as Damian returns, his hands already reaching for the man to clutch at his back, at his hair, their mouths colliding with heat.
When the kiss breaks, he shakes his head, though, nipping at Damian's mouth. "There's never been anyone," he admits. Sure he's fucked people. But never the same person twice. Never been interested. There's really only one person he's ever taken to his bed several times.
Damian pauses, listening to what Arie's saying... and then his cheeks grow flushed as the words properly register, a shy, pleased grin slowly spreading across his face as he ducks his head to hide against Arie's chest.
"... Good," he mumbles against the warm skin. He tries not to be too giddy about it, because it's not really his place to be possessive of Arie, is it? But from what Arie's saying... maybe it could be.
Arie watches him bury his face against his chest and somewhere in that chest he feels tightness, fondness, warmth that makes him wonder if Damian has changed his mind about him.
He pushes the hunk of muscle and then rolls him to his back, climbing on top of Damian as he stares down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded, his hands pressing down to Damian's broad chest.
"There's only one man I've bothered to come back to again and again," he murmurs as he grinds his hips down on Damian's, slots their dicks together to provide hard, maddening friction. Just one man he's ever wanted to wake next to or asked to share his life with. Just one.
Blue eyes stare up with a feverish gleam in them, only seeming all the bluer with how red Damian's cheeks have grown as Arie grinds against him and keeps saying such things that make his thoughts fizzle.
"Babe..." he breathes, begging as he grabs at the rockstar's hips. It seems so damn impossible, dangerous even, to imagine that Arie might feel the same way about him. That maybe Damian didn't completely fuck things up between them when he held back from just going with Arie on the road.
"Yeah?" Arie murmurs as he rides Damian's hips like a man on a mission, his jaw slack and eyes hooded as he peers at Damian, traces his swollen frame with his gaze.
The man is absolutely gorgeous. Not just because Arie hasn't seen him for a couple of years and everything in him lights like a fucking christmas tree just looking into those blue, blue eyes. But he is arguably very pretty. How the hell hasn't someone snacked him up yet?
"I'm sure you've had others courting you," he says hoarsely as he thrusts his hips into Damian's. "And here you are in my bed again..." The last one is whispered, something wondering about it. "I know you," he continues, even if he doesn't really want to, but it's making his heart ache and he doesn't know how to deal with that. "You're not some love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy."
Shuddering under the thrusting hips, Damian's fingers squeeze in time to those movements, never quite enough to hurt Arie but making it clear he's not letting go any time soon. "D-definitely not," he agrees in a ragged voice. The way his feverish eyes stare longingly up at Arie must be clear that there's a reason for that. If he were to be brutally honest with himself, there's only ever been one to love and while Damian didn't necessarily leave him, he didn't stop Arie from leaving either, did he?
Damian's warm hands squeeze at the other's hips again and he moans plaintively, "Arie..."
This is not the time or the place to have that conversation, Arie agrees with Damian's stuttered answers. So, he shakes his head and leans down to cover the man's mouth with his own.
His kiss is consuming, hungry, just as eager as his hips are to rut against Damian's. He breaks it only to mutter, "I want you inside me. If you want to handle opening me up, I suggest you do it. Otherwise I'll do it myself!"
"Don't you dare," Damian cuts in immediately, surging up to bite at Arie's lips as he slips an arm around his waist and flips them around, eyes blazing with lust. "I haven't touched you in years and the last thing I could handle is just sitting here and watching you finger yourself- jeez."
Just the thought of it has him trembling with a heady mix of torture and desire. He shakes his head and mutters against Arie's lips, "Maybe later, but not right now."
Damian's hand gropes around for the previously discarded lube, quickly uncapping it and drizzling the contents over his hand to let it warm up, not wanting to case any discomfort to Arie. He'll happily start kissing his way down Arie's body while he's waiting, pausing here and there to leave bright red marks left with loving bites and sucks. Something for Arie to admire later in the mirror.
Arie whines at the back of his throat as he's flipped over once again. It'll not cease to be amazing to him that Damian just easily manhandles him like that. Nope. It'll be something that makes his stomach tighten into such knots of excitement...
"Hurry," he mutters as Damian starts to kiss his way down along Arie's flushed chest. A few clinks of trinkets slip away from his way and Arie arches his back to push up against Damian's mouth. "Fuck, hurry, babe, I'm ready to shoot from just thinking about you inside me."
He lets out small yelps of pleasure at the sharp bites, shivering under sucking kisses while his fingers entwine in Damian's messy hair. And all the while, he pushes up his knees, letting them fall wide apart for Damian to nestle between, his hips rocking up and down restlessly as if begging to be touched.
Arie's little symphony orchestra of lust is enough to make Damian's head spin and he has to pause with a little shuddering groan at the man's hip, mouthing at the hollow as he regroups. Then he's resuming his determined path down to Arie's dick, kissing all along the way and then over the hard length, and eager tremor going down his spine as he feels the fingers tugging at his hair.
His slicked up fingers find their way further down, messily smearing the warmed lube all along Arie's taint just to hear him whine a bit more, and they finally reach the puckered hole right as his lips close around the tip of the artist's dick. Damian's quite happily settling in to drive the smaller man crazy with pleasure.
There are no words by the time Damian gets down to it. Arie's head bends back as he moans at the very first kisses to his cock that jumps eagerly into the touch of Damian's lips. He's already leaking precum, a feat that redoubles as those soft lips trace his length.
He doesn't know which way is down and which is up, everything just hums with pleasure and need. His fingers are tight in Damian's hair, tugging and gripping, matching the desperate moan that he lets out when a wet, hot mouth closes around his length. Somewhere in there are fingers prodding at his crack and then circling his hole and it's so hard to know which way to push, back or forth, because both are amazing.
"Damian," he stutters out the man's name, pleading and eager.
Damian doesn't seem at all inclined to make it any easier for Arie to decide how to move, content as he is to keep at it as he is because it seems to be driving the man tighter and tighter with pleasure. Arie sounds damn wonderful and Damian wants him to keep doing so.
Groaning quietly, Damian starts to suckle at the tip of the pearling dick, tongue eagerly lapping up each gleaming drop as it appears, his finger continuing to tease around the twitching hole before finally slipping in. Despite the frenzy of lust that had driven them to this point so fast, his pace is downright leisurely as he lets his finger slowly work its way deeper into the hot, willing body. Maybe he's teasing, or he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can. Either way, it's likely to be a torturous pace for Arie.
Torturous is the right word for it, intoxicating might be another. Arie actually cries out when Damian finally pushes his finger into his fluttering hole. He's sensitive in a way that should only be reasonable if he hadn't had sex for years, each little thing winding him up higher and higher with mindless pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," he mutters, his fingertips kneading the back of Damian's scull like a cat without the claws. "Baby... Baby, please!" There's a whole chorus of whimpers as he writhes under Damian, trying his best to stay conscious enough that he doesn't start thrusting upward but his resolve is fading and quickly as Damian plays him like a fiddle.
Each tug to his hair and whimpering curse from Arie threatens to short circuit his brain. Clearly this means he should just keep going, because whatever he's doing is working, right? It's all Damian can do to keep at his pace, honestly, and all he really wants is to get to fingering Arie into a few screaming orgasms, regardless of getting to actually fuck the man himself the way they're both hoping he eventually will.
Damn Arie. Always driving Damian crazy with just a look, really.
He pulls back from the now slicked up cock for a moment to pant against Arie's hip, muttering to himself, "You're gonna drive me insane one of these days, I just know it."
Arie isn't that far away from that screaming orgasm, Damian doesn't know just how embarrassingly close he comes to it just when the man draws away and lets him breathe for a moment.
"O-oh fuck..." he mutters under his breath, eyes cracking open to stare blearily at the ceiling. "Damian, you're driving me insane right now."
Then he pushes up to his elbows to stare at the worlds biggest sweetheart right there between his legs.
"You put another finger in me right now, babe. I want you inside me." His hands slip to Damian's cheeks, trembling thumbs brushing over his cheeks gently. "Better yet, just fuck me, I'm good with that. Just come on. I want you so bad..."
Damian shudders hard at the heated demands but shakes his head stubbornly, turning his head to mouth at Arie's palm before his teeth dig into the meat of it in a gentle 'bite'. "Don't tempt me," he murmurs, voice gone thick with desire. "I don't want to hurt you even a little, so I'm gonna take my time making sure you're ready for me."
But since Arie does seem ready for another, he's going to take the time now to slowly work in his second digit, absently laving at the clever fingers by his face in a way not unlike how he'd been licking all over the man's dick just moments ago.
Arie's cock jumps when those fingers push into him, his breath stutters with a loud gasp as he slumps back against the bed, back arching as he presses down onto those fingers. His cock bumps against Damian's jaw again and again, in time with the fingers moving inside. It's not hard to see that Arie is fully enjoying each thrust to its fullest.
"Da-Damian!" he mutters between moans that pop out of his throat in time with his rough breathing. "Ha-- Hurry, please!"
It's strange how absolutely needy he is for the touch of this man and since there's practically no other way to reach for him, Arie clenches around those fingers tightly, his hand gripping Damian's hair with his narrow fingers.
"Not a chance," Damian mutters, mostly to himself so he won't rush and accidentally cause Arie any pain. He remembers sweaty, rushed nights with clothes being yanked and torn at, struggling to convince Arie to take it slow because when the man decides he wants to ride cock, he wants it fast, while being very content to take his sweet time torturing Damian when the roles are reversed.
He takes his time, now, sucking at Arie's dick while his fingers keep pumping and stretching inside his still tight passage, trying to distract him and maybe overwhelm him a little with pleasure. Maybe he'd better get Arie off once before they fuck... The thought has him groaning around his mouthful and he swallows down more of the musician's dick.
Those moans turn into whimpers and long, keening whines as Arie tries his best to contain his lust somehow. He is leaking precum all over Damian's mouth, hips rocking back and forth desperately as Damian keeps fingering that fluttering hole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arie pleads, the words don't really matter, he's begging at this point, hands reaching up to fish in the sheets as his body arches and trembles under the onslaught of sensation.
He had forgotten just how intense this can be, intense and dizzying. Only ever with Damian.
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His legs tangle up with Damian's, dragging him as close as possible before he starts to grind their cocks together, one hand smacking down on Damian's ass to urge him to thrust in earnest.
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Damian moans helplessly into the kiss as he's drawn up and then takes that 'inviting' slap to his ass with another eager noise, grinding down hard against Arie. At this point, he doesn't care who fucks whom, because he's never cared that far. Just having Arie warm and eager against him is intoxicating as is.
But he also knows how wonderful Arie can sound when he's overstimulated, which is why Damian reluctantly breaks the kiss and stares down into the dark eyes, lips feeling swollen as he pants quietly. "... Can I blow you?" he asks hoarsely, though it's not really a question when he's starting to shift down, is it?
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Only when Damian asks him that with feverish eyes and mouth like a freshly opened wound, Arie practically whines at the back of his throat.
"Yes, fuck... yes," he mutters, his hands tightening in Damian's thick mop of hair. "Find some lube while you're at it. I want to ride you later."
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Shuddering at the words as well as the fingers in his hair, Damian stills over Arie's chest and then huffs with a little laugh, "I haven't got anything on me. I, ah... haven't really needed it." Further cementing just how woefully single and not at all up for any type of mingling he's been. "Did you bring any...?"
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"You aren't prepared for quickies each night?" he asks softly. He isn't sure what to think of that, to be honest. It appeases his jealousy, sure, but at the same time, it tells him that Damian wasn't thinking about the possibility of sex tonight either and he sure knew Arie would be at the Roadhouse.
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"Not really, no," Damian admits with another little laugh, ducking his head to drop a quick kiss to Arie's lips before he clambers off to go hunting for the bag. "I go home alone and I thought you might..." he trails off with a shrug, finding the bag and opening it to mutter the rest in a rush, "probably be taken."
It's not so ridiculous, is it? This is Arie. As far as Damian's concerned, the entire world is insane for not wanting to secure the man for themselves. He'd assumed Arie had a squeeze behind the scenes that he'd been hiding from the paparazzi.
The lube and condoms are acquired and soon Damian's climbing back into bed, setting them to one side as he covers Arie's body with his own again and reacquaints himself with the musician's lips with a pleased little hum.
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He reclines back as he watches Damian rush off to pick up the lube and condoms, admiring him as he rushes back to the bed with a lazy smile.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he murmurs as Damian returns, his hands already reaching for the man to clutch at his back, at his hair, their mouths colliding with heat.
When the kiss breaks, he shakes his head, though, nipping at Damian's mouth. "There's never been anyone," he admits. Sure he's fucked people. But never the same person twice. Never been interested. There's really only one person he's ever taken to his bed several times.
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Damian pauses, listening to what Arie's saying... and then his cheeks grow flushed as the words properly register, a shy, pleased grin slowly spreading across his face as he ducks his head to hide against Arie's chest.
"... Good," he mumbles against the warm skin. He tries not to be too giddy about it, because it's not really his place to be possessive of Arie, is it? But from what Arie's saying... maybe it could be.
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He pushes the hunk of muscle and then rolls him to his back, climbing on top of Damian as he stares down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded, his hands pressing down to Damian's broad chest.
"There's only one man I've bothered to come back to again and again," he murmurs as he grinds his hips down on Damian's, slots their dicks together to provide hard, maddening friction. Just one man he's ever wanted to wake next to or asked to share his life with. Just one.
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Blue eyes stare up with a feverish gleam in them, only seeming all the bluer with how red Damian's cheeks have grown as Arie grinds against him and keeps saying such things that make his thoughts fizzle.
"Babe..." he breathes, begging as he grabs at the rockstar's hips. It seems so damn impossible, dangerous even, to imagine that Arie might feel the same way about him. That maybe Damian didn't completely fuck things up between them when he held back from just going with Arie on the road.
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The man is absolutely gorgeous. Not just because Arie hasn't seen him for a couple of years and everything in him lights like a fucking christmas tree just looking into those blue, blue eyes. But he is arguably very pretty. How the hell hasn't someone snacked him up yet?
"I'm sure you've had others courting you," he says hoarsely as he thrusts his hips into Damian's. "And here you are in my bed again..." The last one is whispered, something wondering about it. "I know you," he continues, even if he doesn't really want to, but it's making his heart ache and he doesn't know how to deal with that. "You're not some love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy."
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Shuddering under the thrusting hips, Damian's fingers squeeze in time to those movements, never quite enough to hurt Arie but making it clear he's not letting go any time soon. "D-definitely not," he agrees in a ragged voice. The way his feverish eyes stare longingly up at Arie must be clear that there's a reason for that. If he were to be brutally honest with himself, there's only ever been one to love and while Damian didn't necessarily leave him, he didn't stop Arie from leaving either, did he?
Damian's warm hands squeeze at the other's hips again and he moans plaintively, "Arie..."
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His kiss is consuming, hungry, just as eager as his hips are to rut against Damian's. He breaks it only to mutter, "I want you inside me. If you want to handle opening me up, I suggest you do it. Otherwise I'll do it myself!"
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"Don't you dare," Damian cuts in immediately, surging up to bite at Arie's lips as he slips an arm around his waist and flips them around, eyes blazing with lust. "I haven't touched you in years and the last thing I could handle is just sitting here and watching you finger yourself- jeez."
Just the thought of it has him trembling with a heady mix of torture and desire. He shakes his head and mutters against Arie's lips, "Maybe later, but not right now."
Damian's hand gropes around for the previously discarded lube, quickly uncapping it and drizzling the contents over his hand to let it warm up, not wanting to case any discomfort to Arie. He'll happily start kissing his way down Arie's body while he's waiting, pausing here and there to leave bright red marks left with loving bites and sucks. Something for Arie to admire later in the mirror.
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"Hurry," he mutters as Damian starts to kiss his way down along Arie's flushed chest. A few clinks of trinkets slip away from his way and Arie arches his back to push up against Damian's mouth. "Fuck, hurry, babe, I'm ready to shoot from just thinking about you inside me."
He lets out small yelps of pleasure at the sharp bites, shivering under sucking kisses while his fingers entwine in Damian's messy hair. And all the while, he pushes up his knees, letting them fall wide apart for Damian to nestle between, his hips rocking up and down restlessly as if begging to be touched.
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Arie's little symphony orchestra of lust is enough to make Damian's head spin and he has to pause with a little shuddering groan at the man's hip, mouthing at the hollow as he regroups. Then he's resuming his determined path down to Arie's dick, kissing all along the way and then over the hard length, and eager tremor going down his spine as he feels the fingers tugging at his hair.
His slicked up fingers find their way further down, messily smearing the warmed lube all along Arie's taint just to hear him whine a bit more, and they finally reach the puckered hole right as his lips close around the tip of the artist's dick. Damian's quite happily settling in to drive the smaller man crazy with pleasure.
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He doesn't know which way is down and which is up, everything just hums with pleasure and need. His fingers are tight in Damian's hair, tugging and gripping, matching the desperate moan that he lets out when a wet, hot mouth closes around his length. Somewhere in there are fingers prodding at his crack and then circling his hole and it's so hard to know which way to push, back or forth, because both are amazing.
"Damian," he stutters out the man's name, pleading and eager.
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Damian doesn't seem at all inclined to make it any easier for Arie to decide how to move, content as he is to keep at it as he is because it seems to be driving the man tighter and tighter with pleasure. Arie sounds damn wonderful and Damian wants him to keep doing so.
Groaning quietly, Damian starts to suckle at the tip of the pearling dick, tongue eagerly lapping up each gleaming drop as it appears, his finger continuing to tease around the twitching hole before finally slipping in. Despite the frenzy of lust that had driven them to this point so fast, his pace is downright leisurely as he lets his finger slowly work its way deeper into the hot, willing body. Maybe he's teasing, or he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can. Either way, it's likely to be a torturous pace for Arie.
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"Oh, fuck, fuck," he mutters, his fingertips kneading the back of Damian's scull like a cat without the claws. "Baby... Baby, please!" There's a whole chorus of whimpers as he writhes under Damian, trying his best to stay conscious enough that he doesn't start thrusting upward but his resolve is fading and quickly as Damian plays him like a fiddle.
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Each tug to his hair and whimpering curse from Arie threatens to short circuit his brain. Clearly this means he should just keep going, because whatever he's doing is working, right? It's all Damian can do to keep at his pace, honestly, and all he really wants is to get to fingering Arie into a few screaming orgasms, regardless of getting to actually fuck the man himself the way they're both hoping he eventually will.
Damn Arie. Always driving Damian crazy with just a look, really.
He pulls back from the now slicked up cock for a moment to pant against Arie's hip, muttering to himself, "You're gonna drive me insane one of these days, I just know it."
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"O-oh fuck..." he mutters under his breath, eyes cracking open to stare blearily at the ceiling. "Damian, you're driving me insane right now."
Then he pushes up to his elbows to stare at the worlds biggest sweetheart right there between his legs.
"You put another finger in me right now, babe. I want you inside me." His hands slip to Damian's cheeks, trembling thumbs brushing over his cheeks gently. "Better yet, just fuck me, I'm good with that. Just come on. I want you so bad..."
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Damian shudders hard at the heated demands but shakes his head stubbornly, turning his head to mouth at Arie's palm before his teeth dig into the meat of it in a gentle 'bite'. "Don't tempt me," he murmurs, voice gone thick with desire. "I don't want to hurt you even a little, so I'm gonna take my time making sure you're ready for me."
But since Arie does seem ready for another, he's going to take the time now to slowly work in his second digit, absently laving at the clever fingers by his face in a way not unlike how he'd been licking all over the man's dick just moments ago.
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"Da-Damian!" he mutters between moans that pop out of his throat in time with his rough breathing. "Ha-- Hurry, please!"
It's strange how absolutely needy he is for the touch of this man and since there's practically no other way to reach for him, Arie clenches around those fingers tightly, his hand gripping Damian's hair with his narrow fingers.
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"Not a chance," Damian mutters, mostly to himself so he won't rush and accidentally cause Arie any pain. He remembers sweaty, rushed nights with clothes being yanked and torn at, struggling to convince Arie to take it slow because when the man decides he wants to ride cock, he wants it fast, while being very content to take his sweet time torturing Damian when the roles are reversed.
He takes his time, now, sucking at Arie's dick while his fingers keep pumping and stretching inside his still tight passage, trying to distract him and maybe overwhelm him a little with pleasure. Maybe he'd better get Arie off once before they fuck... The thought has him groaning around his mouthful and he swallows down more of the musician's dick.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arie pleads, the words don't really matter, he's begging at this point, hands reaching up to fish in the sheets as his body arches and trembles under the onslaught of sensation.
He had forgotten just how intense this can be, intense and dizzying. Only ever with Damian.
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