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.
Would it surprise Arie to know Damian isn't ever like this with others? It's always only been like this with one man.
Damian groans and braces himself before taking to blowing Arie nice and slow, swallowing each time he sinks down and takes the whole length down his throat. Sometimes he deliberately stays down there, cock buried to the hilt, arm pressed over Arie's hips to pin him down while Damian's hand takes to mercilessly teasing over his prostate. Arie's pleading and squirming is as absolutely pornographic as always and Damian just can't get enough.
There's a whole opera of high pitched moans as Damian gets down to business. Arie doesn't know which way is up and which way is down by the time he's being swallowed all the way into that hungry mouth, surrounded by slick heat. He squirms restlessly under the heavy weight on his hips, his feet skidding on the sheets as he tries to rock himself back and forth.
"Baby," he finally cries as his body is tensing up like a violin string, trembling as he slumps back down and manages to drive those fingers deeper inside himself. "I'm gonna... Damian!"
Try as he might, there isn't holding back the orgasm that shakes out of him with violence that never is present except in bed with this particular sweetheart. Trashing about, practically screaming, Arie's back curves into a high arch and he shoots his load into Damian's mouth, hopefully not choking him in the process.
Damian's good to swallow, a pleased shudder going down his spine as he draws back enough not to choke. His fingers don't stop, milking Arie's orgasm for all its worth and maybe trying to see if he can fling the man into another right away. Damn but he's missed this, how fucking gorgeous Arie is when he just loses himself like this. He could happily lose hours like this, ears ringing with Arie's screams and the taste of his cum thick on Damian's tongue.
Maybe he could convince Arie to let him do just that while he's still in town...
Arie's jaw is pushed up, his whole body tense as he arches up from the bed, Damian's fingers following relentlessly, fucking him through the intense orgasm. Arie has barely time to pant a few seconds before the next one crests over him like a tidal wave, crashing him against the bed in a trembling mess. His cock valiantly tries to squirt out something, but it's too early and instead there's just a sense of continual pleasure, coming and going, like an ebbing wave.
"D-Damian..." Arie mutters, his tongue feeling too big into his mouth, hands clumsy as he reaches down to push at Damian's head, whimpers escaping between red, swollen lips, Arie's whole body shuddering in time with the thrusts that still keep coming and each one of them ruin his concentration. There's desperation there as he yanks at the curly hair, trying to pull Damian up and over him.
Eagerly following that pull, Damian moans as he lets Arie's dick slip from his mouth and crawls up the musician's body, trailing sucking kisses and nibbles all the way up, devoting some time to the perked nipples, too. Then he's grinning as he descends on Arie's reddened and panting lips, kissing what little air he has left right out of his lungs with a hungry noise.
"Damn, Arie," he mutters, voice rough and thick with lust. "You're amazing..."
Each and every one of those sucking kisses manages to pull a whimper out of the hypersensitive man squirming under Damian when he pulls up. Arie's fingers thread into curly hair as he pulls Damian down to a kiss, moaning pitifully into his mouth as their bodies collide and that blissful weight descends on Arie, nailing him finally to the bed. Otherwise he might have floated away...
"Fuck..." he mutters as Damian pulls back to praise him. Arie's eyes are foggy as he peers up at those bright blues, maybe there are tears at the corners of his thick lashes. "How the hell do you do that...?"
Damian laughs, breathless and joyous as he presses a warm kiss to one of Arie's flushed cheeks. "I'd say it's all you, babe."
The tender kisses reach the outer corner of one of Arie's eyes, brushing the tears off the black lashes as Damian continues softly, "You make me wanna keep going until you pass out. You know you drive me crazy, yeah?"
Pressing up against Damian, Arie groans softly under his breath, those words making his world spin around its axis at a breakneck speed and leaving him dizzy.
"Keep going," he murmurs throatily. "Fuck me, put it in, please..."
He just wants to be completely taken by Damian before they can flip the script. Arie might need half an hour of solid rest before he is able to turn tables on Damian but damn if they aren't going to go there tonight...
The way Arie's voice pitches low and dirty drags over Damian's brain, making him groan and press in tight to the other man, desperate for more kisses because he just can't get enough. Apparently it doesn't matter how much time has passed, Arie's always going to have Damian wrapped around his little finger.
"Okay, you're gonna-" he smears across Arie's jaw, breaking off with a groan because he needs to steal another kiss while his hand shoots off to the side, groping around for the previously abandoned lube and condoms. "-Gonna have to stop distracting me," he finishes with a breathy laugh, briefly pausing to just press their cheeks together as he tries to gather his wits. "How the hell do you drive me crazy like this, huh?"
It's too damn slow, too damn little, and Arie mutters something incoherent under his breath as Damian kisses him again and again, staying close while he obviously gropes at the bed for more lube and condoms.
Yes, Arie's brain provides that missing link there, lube and condoms mean that he's getting fucked soon and then maybe this ridiculous ache and need inside him will get a little less demanding.
But he can't wait. Damian is always so sweet and so giving, so perfect. Arie wants him, he wants it right now.
With a soft, droning groan, he pushes himself off the mattress, flipping them over before he seats himself on top, trembling thighs wrapped around Damian's waist, wild hair sticking up and around, hands shaking while grabbing the condoms to tear open a packet.
"I want you inside me," Arie stutters out as he stares down at those blue eyes, biting his own lip hard enough to taste a bit of rust on his tongue. Ringed fingers grip the base of Damian's cock, stroking a few times before starting to roll the rubber down on him. "I-- I want you to fill me. Please..."
It doesn't matter how big and burly Damian might get with however many countless hours he spends in the gym or boxing ring, Arie will always manage to get the upper hand on him with seemingly no effort at all. Damian's left groaning hoarsely as his cock is manhandled, hands latching onto the musician's thighs now framing his waist in an aborted move to drag Arie towards his dick.
"T-take it slow, babe," Damian urges/begs, flushed and apparently forgetting for the moment that he's more than physically capable of pinning Arie down and making him take things slower. "Don't want you hurting at all..."
"You're not hurting me," Arie promises, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he stares down at the flushed face of the man he's missed more than he even realised. It's been too fucking long and Arie is getting a little desperate in his hurry to feel himself stretched around Damian's cock.
"I promise, baby, I promise..."
The condom is firmly rolled down and then lube applied generously before Arie scoots up, reaching between them to direct and then sinks down, his head thrown back, jaw dropped and thighs trembling as he enjoys the stretch and intense sense of fullness that attacks him immediately.
"Slowly, fuck-" Damian swears, hands tightening at Arie's hips to try to steady the man on his descent for both their sakes. It doesn't help that Arie looks like a damn vision, now, with his head thrown back and body forming a smooth, gracefully filthy line all the way down to Damian's cock. It's taking every ounce of self-control he's got in him to not just pull Arie down, but he's going to hang onto this edge by the skin of his teeth regardless because he wants to make sure there's not a single bit of pain to be found. He might be driven insane by the end of it, but he's going to try for Arie's sake, damn it all.
Arie's having none of that slow and careful. Absolutely none of it. He sinks down fast with a loud moan spilling from his throat as his ass connects with Damian's hips and he grinds against Damian's pelvis to make sure he feels every god damn inch of that wonderful cock inside him.
"Yes, fuck yes, yes, yes..." Arie practically pleads as his hands come to cover the bigger ones at his hips and he shudders, his cock trying to twitch valiantly even after coming several times just a moment before.
Damian has to bite down on his lip when Arie plonks right down on his cock, fingers pressing down tight enough to dent the soft skin of the musician's hips. He should've known better than to trust Arie to take things slow and careful...
"You're such an impatient-" Whatever it is that Arie is is lost as Damian pushes himself up with a broken noise, not caring if the movement might jostle his dick in the still tight passage. All that matters to him is that he covers the pleading lips with his own in a hungry kiss, hands slipping around to press to Arie's back, both to hold him close and to stop him from potentially moving too soon.
Arie makes a sound that's somewhere between a whimper and a broken off cry when Damian struggles up and yes, it jolts him, rutting their hips together tighter, moving Damian's cock inside him. Arie's arms fly around those sturdy shoulders and he answers that kiss with just as much fervour, moaning into Damian's mouth.
Maybe neither of them knows what impatient thing Arie is, but the musician himself is rather certain that whatever word might have been used, it would have been correct. He is a fool, he is a hungry, hungry fool and can't get enough of this.
It's just as well that they're both total fools locked in this mess of desire (and not the L-word because they can't use that one without opening a big ol' can of worms). Damian pants softly into the kiss, hand burying itself into Arie's dark hair to grip and angle their heads just so. How could Damian convince Arie to stay, because clearly they need this — the kisses and sex and all the other physical contact possible — as much as they need air...
More pressing at the moment though is to keep kissing Arie and to distract them both from how their bodies are practically screaming for them to move and fuck like rabbits. Just a little more, Damian promises himself. Just a little...
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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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Would it surprise Arie to know Damian isn't ever like this with others? It's always only been like this with one man.
Damian groans and braces himself before taking to blowing Arie nice and slow, swallowing each time he sinks down and takes the whole length down his throat. Sometimes he deliberately stays down there, cock buried to the hilt, arm pressed over Arie's hips to pin him down while Damian's hand takes to mercilessly teasing over his prostate. Arie's pleading and squirming is as absolutely pornographic as always and Damian just can't get enough.
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"Baby," he finally cries as his body is tensing up like a violin string, trembling as he slumps back down and manages to drive those fingers deeper inside himself. "I'm gonna... Damian!"
Try as he might, there isn't holding back the orgasm that shakes out of him with violence that never is present except in bed with this particular sweetheart. Trashing about, practically screaming, Arie's back curves into a high arch and he shoots his load into Damian's mouth, hopefully not choking him in the process.
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Damian's good to swallow, a pleased shudder going down his spine as he draws back enough not to choke. His fingers don't stop, milking Arie's orgasm for all its worth and maybe trying to see if he can fling the man into another right away. Damn but he's missed this, how fucking gorgeous Arie is when he just loses himself like this. He could happily lose hours like this, ears ringing with Arie's screams and the taste of his cum thick on Damian's tongue.
Maybe he could convince Arie to let him do just that while he's still in town...
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"D-Damian..." Arie mutters, his tongue feeling too big into his mouth, hands clumsy as he reaches down to push at Damian's head, whimpers escaping between red, swollen lips, Arie's whole body shuddering in time with the thrusts that still keep coming and each one of them ruin his concentration. There's desperation there as he yanks at the curly hair, trying to pull Damian up and over him.
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Eagerly following that pull, Damian moans as he lets Arie's dick slip from his mouth and crawls up the musician's body, trailing sucking kisses and nibbles all the way up, devoting some time to the perked nipples, too. Then he's grinning as he descends on Arie's reddened and panting lips, kissing what little air he has left right out of his lungs with a hungry noise.
"Damn, Arie," he mutters, voice rough and thick with lust. "You're amazing..."
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"Fuck..." he mutters as Damian pulls back to praise him. Arie's eyes are foggy as he peers up at those bright blues, maybe there are tears at the corners of his thick lashes. "How the hell do you do that...?"
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Damian laughs, breathless and joyous as he presses a warm kiss to one of Arie's flushed cheeks. "I'd say it's all you, babe."
The tender kisses reach the outer corner of one of Arie's eyes, brushing the tears off the black lashes as Damian continues softly, "You make me wanna keep going until you pass out. You know you drive me crazy, yeah?"
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"Keep going," he murmurs throatily. "Fuck me, put it in, please..."
He just wants to be completely taken by Damian before they can flip the script. Arie might need half an hour of solid rest before he is able to turn tables on Damian but damn if they aren't going to go there tonight...
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The way Arie's voice pitches low and dirty drags over Damian's brain, making him groan and press in tight to the other man, desperate for more kisses because he just can't get enough. Apparently it doesn't matter how much time has passed, Arie's always going to have Damian wrapped around his little finger.
"Okay, you're gonna-" he smears across Arie's jaw, breaking off with a groan because he needs to steal another kiss while his hand shoots off to the side, groping around for the previously abandoned lube and condoms. "-Gonna have to stop distracting me," he finishes with a breathy laugh, briefly pausing to just press their cheeks together as he tries to gather his wits. "How the hell do you drive me crazy like this, huh?"
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Yes, Arie's brain provides that missing link there, lube and condoms mean that he's getting fucked soon and then maybe this ridiculous ache and need inside him will get a little less demanding.
But he can't wait. Damian is always so sweet and so giving, so perfect. Arie wants him, he wants it right now.
With a soft, droning groan, he pushes himself off the mattress, flipping them over before he seats himself on top, trembling thighs wrapped around Damian's waist, wild hair sticking up and around, hands shaking while grabbing the condoms to tear open a packet.
"I want you inside me," Arie stutters out as he stares down at those blue eyes, biting his own lip hard enough to taste a bit of rust on his tongue. Ringed fingers grip the base of Damian's cock, stroking a few times before starting to roll the rubber down on him. "I-- I want you to fill me. Please..."
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It doesn't matter how big and burly Damian might get with however many countless hours he spends in the gym or boxing ring, Arie will always manage to get the upper hand on him with seemingly no effort at all. Damian's left groaning hoarsely as his cock is manhandled, hands latching onto the musician's thighs now framing his waist in an aborted move to drag Arie towards his dick.
"T-take it slow, babe," Damian urges/begs, flushed and apparently forgetting for the moment that he's more than physically capable of pinning Arie down and making him take things slower. "Don't want you hurting at all..."
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"I promise, baby, I promise..."
The condom is firmly rolled down and then lube applied generously before Arie scoots up, reaching between them to direct and then sinks down, his head thrown back, jaw dropped and thighs trembling as he enjoys the stretch and intense sense of fullness that attacks him immediately.
"Damian... Damian..."
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"Slowly, fuck-" Damian swears, hands tightening at Arie's hips to try to steady the man on his descent for both their sakes. It doesn't help that Arie looks like a damn vision, now, with his head thrown back and body forming a smooth, gracefully filthy line all the way down to Damian's cock. It's taking every ounce of self-control he's got in him to not just pull Arie down, but he's going to hang onto this edge by the skin of his teeth regardless because he wants to make sure there's not a single bit of pain to be found. He might be driven insane by the end of it, but he's going to try for Arie's sake, damn it all.
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"Yes, fuck yes, yes, yes..." Arie practically pleads as his hands come to cover the bigger ones at his hips and he shudders, his cock trying to twitch valiantly even after coming several times just a moment before.
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Damian has to bite down on his lip when Arie plonks right down on his cock, fingers pressing down tight enough to dent the soft skin of the musician's hips. He should've known better than to trust Arie to take things slow and careful...
"You're such an impatient-" Whatever it is that Arie is is lost as Damian pushes himself up with a broken noise, not caring if the movement might jostle his dick in the still tight passage. All that matters to him is that he covers the pleading lips with his own in a hungry kiss, hands slipping around to press to Arie's back, both to hold him close and to stop him from potentially moving too soon.
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Maybe neither of them knows what impatient thing Arie is, but the musician himself is rather certain that whatever word might have been used, it would have been correct. He is a fool, he is a hungry, hungry fool and can't get enough of this.
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It's just as well that they're both total fools locked in this mess of desire (and not the L-word because they can't use that one without opening a big ol' can of worms). Damian pants softly into the kiss, hand burying itself into Arie's dark hair to grip and angle their heads just so. How could Damian convince Arie to stay, because clearly they need this — the kisses and sex and all the other physical contact possible — as much as they need air...
More pressing at the moment though is to keep kissing Arie and to distract them both from how their bodies are practically screaming for them to move and fuck like rabbits. Just a little more, Damian promises himself. Just a little...
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