Arie isn't quite as patient, but he also is completely gone with desire and gut-hollowing need, reason and patience thrown out to the wolves that have torn them to pieces a thousand times over. He whines through his nose as Damian kisses him like it means something, like there's something glimmering like a forgotten gem between them and Arie just can't take it anymore.
His hips move in a restless, aimless manner, rutting their bodies together, moving just enough to give them the friction that they both desperately need. But he can't bring himself to let to, so it's a very halted, awkward kind of rutting and lifting himself, only to drive himself down, moving back and forth, moaning into Damian's mouth, all the while his ass clenches rhythmically with each forward drive.
Damian's mouth ends up hanging open on a droning moan of his own as the tight channel around his cock starts moving so eagerly. He forgets himself for a moment and lets his hands help Arie with the movements, drawing him up a little bit higher so there's a bit of thrust when he descends, dragging out soft and hoarse gasps from Damian.
The way Arie never fails to make his head spin is ridiculous, and Damian can privately admit to himself it's because it's Arie and it's always been only Arie for him.
"Babe..." he whispers, gripping Arie's hips and forcing him to come to a stop for a second so they can both just breathe. "What are you doing to me?"
Arie moans almost pitifully when Damian forces his hips to calm down, to sit much stiller than he feels like doing. There's a rush and urge to move, to chase the next high, to let them both enjoy the union they've finally managed to accomplish. Arie whimpers but eventually lets Damian dictate just how fast they go there.
Arms tightening around Damian's neck, Arie leans in close to him, his thighs slowly arranging themselves around Damian's waist and holding him close, nose bumping against Damian's cheek.
"Hopefully blowing your mind," Arie whispers right back, his voice reedy and breathy. "Because you're doing that to me."
There's a broken little laugh choked out of him and Damian closes his eyes, mouthing along Arie's jaw to his ear and murmuring, "Mission accomplished."
His hands squeeze warmly at Arie's hips and he slowly starts letting them move again, groaning despite it being his pace. It's delicious and so damn good and it's been too long since they were together like this. Just the thought of Arie leaving again any time soon has Damian's fingers tightening a bit and a desperate noise rises in his throat that thankfully gets muffled in another kiss.
Arie lets their noses bump against each other, his brow resting on Damian's as they move together to the man's pace, slower than what Arie would have initiated, more thoughtful and reserved - much like Damian in general. He is the mindful force while Arie fans the flames as hot as possible.
Drawing himself up when those warm, big hands on his hips indicate that he should, Arie sucks in a breath that escapes him as he's guided to sink back down, his breath coloured with a moan, a little broken and hoarse. His ass practically flutters around the hard cock inside him, greedily trying to suck in more of it.
"Baby," Arie whimpers under his breath, hands squeezing the nape of Damian's neck.
The combination of Arie's ass practically milking his dick for all its worth and the singer's voice growing ragged around the whimpers and moans are effectively melting what little remains of Damian's brain. He tries to hang on, though, because he wants to cherish this moment, this homecoming for Arie, and to make it as damn good as he possibly can for the rock star.
Damian groans and takes a bracing breath before he starts to rock Arie up and down just that little bit faster. "A-Arie..." he groans. "You're so..."
"What?" Arie gasps as he accommodates to Damian's quicker pace, his voice soft and breathy between moans that he doesn't even try to hold back, shaky and full of hot air. "What am I?"
Hands clawing at Damian's back, Arie rocks up and down, spearing himself onto the man's cock again and again, his whole body alight with fire as they pick up the pace, Damian's pace - which Arie is more than happy about.
Damian forgets himself for a moment there and focuses more on helping Arie ride him, moaning brokenly as they move together like the two desperate men that they are. How they ever managed to break apart to go about their normal lives in the past is beyond him, because Damian can recognise that none of this passion was missing from their not-relationship before Arie left. It's always been this all-consuming.
"You're..." he begins before he bites at Arie's lips, stealing a few much-needed kisses first. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, babe..."
"N-no, I'm not," Arie gasps between lifting himself up and driving himself down on Damian, hips moving at a breathless gyrating rhythm that makes sure each inch is felt, taken in, taken out. Arie had forgotten just how mad and consuming the desire between the two of them can be. Sure, he's fucked other bodies, others have fucked him in the time that has passed since they were in bed together last. But there's nothing like this, there never has been.
He brings his hands to Damian's cheeks, cupping them between his own. The kiss Arie initiates between bouncing up and down on that hard cock is tender, sweet even, broken with a moan as the angle shifts and something inside him sparks another lick of heat to travel down his spine.
"You make me feel alive," he mutters, nose against Damian's, his mouth finding biting kisses all over the man's lips and jaw. "And you're my home at the same time."
Something in Damian's chest melts when Arie says that, and it's completely unrelated to the lust they're both high off of. It has Damian shuddering and abruptly releasing Arie's hips to instead wrap his arms around the rock star, holding him tight to just kiss him, letting him know without so many words that the sentiment is fully returned. He's seized by the wild urge to beg Arie to stay this time and never leave him, but he barely manages to swallow down that urge. The kiss definitely helps, giving him another way to pour out the emotions threatening to swamp him over. It might make it harder for Arie to ride him, but surely they can both spare a minute or several for this, right?
Arie whimpers as he's forced down on Damian's lap. Moving up and down already had been difficult, which means that with Damian's arms around him, Arie is grounded and full of cock when he's kissed like all could end if they just happen to breathe without each other for one damn second. He moans plaintively into the kiss, feeling safe and supported in that tight embrace for the first time since leaving Keys.
Shuddering from something completely else than lust, Arie is left boneless and satisfied in that embrace, fever-eyed and full of lust, but completely content to sit still just as long as Damian wants him to, his own arms wrapping tight around Damian's shoulders as they kiss.
Damian shudders with quiet satisfaction as they sit completely tangled up in each other, holding tight to Arie's middle the entire time. He almost doesn't want to move again, because then it's going to eventually lead to the end and them having to separate, ridiculous as it is. Still, the body wants what it wants, and eventually he has to sigh and break the kiss, gazing with clear adoration shining in his baby blues at Arie's flushed face.
"Hold on," he murmurs hoarsely, and then he's shifting forward on his knees, carefully draping Arie back over the bed and following right after him. The sheer bulk of Damian ends up pinning the smaller figure under him, but he's careful not to just crush Arie under his weight, setting his knees and bracing his arms to the mattress before he carefully starts to rock his hips back and forth again. As divine as that little bit of friction feels, it's clear from the way Damian's staring so keenly down at Arie's face that he's more focused on whether it feels good to the musician or not.
Muttering something under his breath, Arie clings to Damian's bigger body as they roll back to the mattress that rises up to catch him. Legs around narrow waist, arms wrapped tight around a strong neck, Arie is like a little monkey, unwilling to let the hard cock slip out of him.
And he's rewarded when they're horizontal, looking up at those blue, blue eyes that fill his whole world.
"Ah... Dam--" he mumbles, broken up by a moan as he's filled again and everything gets a little brighter for a moment as pleasure flares within him. "Baby,," he continues to croon as those greedy hands pull Damian further down so Arie can feel his bulk properly, shuddering as more weight is put upon him. "Fuck, you're so good to me. Fuck me, please!"
"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.
Arie arches under him, trying to meet those thrusts with a downward rocking of his hips. His breath hitches the moment Damian starts to move in earnest, arms tightening to hold him right there, right against Arie. His mouth is somewhere right next to Damian's ear and it's not going to be a mystery when he finds the right angel, the sobbing moan Arie lets out is loud enough to carry over a crowd.
"Yes, yes, yes," he cries out, legs tightening around Damian's waist to draw him in deeper, faster. "Just like that, yes... Damian!"
Damian's letting out a ragged noise right alongside Arie's moans, feeling how the man's body reacts the moment he's found the right angle to make him sing just so. He wants to kiss Arie so badly, but he also needs to breathe and wants to hear the man coming undone under him. He's missed out while Arie's been away becoming a legend, after all, so it's best to make up for lost time.
Spurred on by the loud cries, Damian lifts one of his arms so he can grab up Arie's leg, hoisting it a bit higher, pinning him down tighter to the bed and aiming to hammer in at that exact spot that's driving him mad. "Let me hear you," Damian begs, as if Arie hasn't been so noisy all this time. "Don't hold back-"
Arie isn't honestly physically capable of holding back any sounds at the moment. He is barely capable of thinking straight, thinking anything, just simply existing and living through the pleasure that Damian is igniting inside him again and again.
"F-fuuuuck," Arie groans, voice hoarse and breaking as he is jolted up along the sheets with each driving thrust, only to be dragged back in once again. There are no words after that, just a cry of pleasure each time Damian lands on that spot, sparking white hot fire in Arie's core. One of his hands flies up to press against the headboard, to push himself down, fingers white-knuckled as they grip the sheets, his other hand gripping Damian's nape, holding on for dear life.
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.
"Ah, yes, yes, ba-by!" The babble of incoherent screams and moans follows the rhythm of the bed rattling under them, Arie's toes curl at Damian's back, his face twists into a mask of agony-pleasure as Damian rides the tide without giving Arie a single breath of respite. The release is imminent, so is the crash and burn that comes with this kind of fucking. Arie's core is so tight he will be aching afterward, his ass tightening and loosening around Damian's cock with each thrust as if he's trying to milk the man dry.
Somewhere in that hazy mind of his, Arie is holding back from the edge of the orgasm. He wants to drag Damian with him over the ledge. Just a little more, just...
But god damn it's hard. Damian got big and being under him like this is like being tossed about by the tide, hot as all fucking hell.
It's just as well for Arie that Damian's not likely to hold out much longer. As much as he'd like to just fuck Arie through several releases back-to-back, Damian can feel that familiar tightening throughout his body heralding the imminent end approaching. He groans, frustrated and desperate at once, drawing his teeth along Arie's jaw, not easing up at all in his thrusting, and he mutters by the musician's ear, "I'm so close, babe... Fuck!"
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...
Damian would stare and watch the whole show from start to end, except Arie's body is dragging him right along to his climax as he'd suspected it would. There's a garbled shout of what might have been Arie's name and then Damian's bowing his back as he pounds those last couple of desperate thrusts into the still tensed body under him. Then there's that inevitable rush of blood in his ears as he's sent tumbling right over the edge, thighs flexing as he pushes into Arie as deep as he possibly can as he groans and shudders apart.
He barely remembers to brace himself up, not wanting to crush Arie under him, but it's a near thing. He's flushed and panting heavily like he's just run a marathon, and he's filled with such bone deep satisfaction that shows in the broad grin that spread over his face when he can see Arie's face again. "Holy fuck," he laughs breathlessly, moaning as he drops his head to kiss Arie slow and filthy. "Holy fuck, babe..."
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His hips move in a restless, aimless manner, rutting their bodies together, moving just enough to give them the friction that they both desperately need. But he can't bring himself to let to, so it's a very halted, awkward kind of rutting and lifting himself, only to drive himself down, moving back and forth, moaning into Damian's mouth, all the while his ass clenches rhythmically with each forward drive.
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Damian's mouth ends up hanging open on a droning moan of his own as the tight channel around his cock starts moving so eagerly. He forgets himself for a moment and lets his hands help Arie with the movements, drawing him up a little bit higher so there's a bit of thrust when he descends, dragging out soft and hoarse gasps from Damian.
The way Arie never fails to make his head spin is ridiculous, and Damian can privately admit to himself it's because it's Arie and it's always been only Arie for him.
"Babe..." he whispers, gripping Arie's hips and forcing him to come to a stop for a second so they can both just breathe. "What are you doing to me?"
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Arms tightening around Damian's neck, Arie leans in close to him, his thighs slowly arranging themselves around Damian's waist and holding him close, nose bumping against Damian's cheek.
"Hopefully blowing your mind," Arie whispers right back, his voice reedy and breathy. "Because you're doing that to me."
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There's a broken little laugh choked out of him and Damian closes his eyes, mouthing along Arie's jaw to his ear and murmuring, "Mission accomplished."
His hands squeeze warmly at Arie's hips and he slowly starts letting them move again, groaning despite it being his pace. It's delicious and so damn good and it's been too long since they were together like this. Just the thought of Arie leaving again any time soon has Damian's fingers tightening a bit and a desperate noise rises in his throat that thankfully gets muffled in another kiss.
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Drawing himself up when those warm, big hands on his hips indicate that he should, Arie sucks in a breath that escapes him as he's guided to sink back down, his breath coloured with a moan, a little broken and hoarse. His ass practically flutters around the hard cock inside him, greedily trying to suck in more of it.
"Baby," Arie whimpers under his breath, hands squeezing the nape of Damian's neck.
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The combination of Arie's ass practically milking his dick for all its worth and the singer's voice growing ragged around the whimpers and moans are effectively melting what little remains of Damian's brain. He tries to hang on, though, because he wants to cherish this moment, this homecoming for Arie, and to make it as damn good as he possibly can for the rock star.
Damian groans and takes a bracing breath before he starts to rock Arie up and down just that little bit faster. "A-Arie..." he groans. "You're so..."
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Hands clawing at Damian's back, Arie rocks up and down, spearing himself onto the man's cock again and again, his whole body alight with fire as they pick up the pace, Damian's pace - which Arie is more than happy about.
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Damian forgets himself for a moment there and focuses more on helping Arie ride him, moaning brokenly as they move together like the two desperate men that they are. How they ever managed to break apart to go about their normal lives in the past is beyond him, because Damian can recognise that none of this passion was missing from their not-relationship before Arie left. It's always been this all-consuming.
"You're..." he begins before he bites at Arie's lips, stealing a few much-needed kisses first. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, babe..."
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He brings his hands to Damian's cheeks, cupping them between his own. The kiss Arie initiates between bouncing up and down on that hard cock is tender, sweet even, broken with a moan as the angle shifts and something inside him sparks another lick of heat to travel down his spine.
"You make me feel alive," he mutters, nose against Damian's, his mouth finding biting kisses all over the man's lips and jaw. "And you're my home at the same time."
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Something in Damian's chest melts when Arie says that, and it's completely unrelated to the lust they're both high off of. It has Damian shuddering and abruptly releasing Arie's hips to instead wrap his arms around the rock star, holding him tight to just kiss him, letting him know without so many words that the sentiment is fully returned. He's seized by the wild urge to beg Arie to stay this time and never leave him, but he barely manages to swallow down that urge. The kiss definitely helps, giving him another way to pour out the emotions threatening to swamp him over. It might make it harder for Arie to ride him, but surely they can both spare a minute or several for this, right?
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Shuddering from something completely else than lust, Arie is left boneless and satisfied in that embrace, fever-eyed and full of lust, but completely content to sit still just as long as Damian wants him to, his own arms wrapping tight around Damian's shoulders as they kiss.
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Damian shudders with quiet satisfaction as they sit completely tangled up in each other, holding tight to Arie's middle the entire time. He almost doesn't want to move again, because then it's going to eventually lead to the end and them having to separate, ridiculous as it is. Still, the body wants what it wants, and eventually he has to sigh and break the kiss, gazing with clear adoration shining in his baby blues at Arie's flushed face.
"Hold on," he murmurs hoarsely, and then he's shifting forward on his knees, carefully draping Arie back over the bed and following right after him. The sheer bulk of Damian ends up pinning the smaller figure under him, but he's careful not to just crush Arie under his weight, setting his knees and bracing his arms to the mattress before he carefully starts to rock his hips back and forth again. As divine as that little bit of friction feels, it's clear from the way Damian's staring so keenly down at Arie's face that he's more focused on whether it feels good to the musician or not.
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And he's rewarded when they're horizontal, looking up at those blue, blue eyes that fill his whole world.
"Ah... Dam--" he mumbles, broken up by a moan as he's filled again and everything gets a little brighter for a moment as pleasure flares within him. "Baby,," he continues to croon as those greedy hands pull Damian further down so Arie can feel his bulk properly, shuddering as more weight is put upon him. "Fuck, you're so good to me. Fuck me, please!"
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"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.
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"Yes, yes, yes," he cries out, legs tightening around Damian's waist to draw him in deeper, faster. "Just like that, yes... Damian!"
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Damian's letting out a ragged noise right alongside Arie's moans, feeling how the man's body reacts the moment he's found the right angle to make him sing just so. He wants to kiss Arie so badly, but he also needs to breathe and wants to hear the man coming undone under him. He's missed out while Arie's been away becoming a legend, after all, so it's best to make up for lost time.
Spurred on by the loud cries, Damian lifts one of his arms so he can grab up Arie's leg, hoisting it a bit higher, pinning him down tighter to the bed and aiming to hammer in at that exact spot that's driving him mad. "Let me hear you," Damian begs, as if Arie hasn't been so noisy all this time. "Don't hold back-"
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"F-fuuuuck," Arie groans, voice hoarse and breaking as he is jolted up along the sheets with each driving thrust, only to be dragged back in once again. There are no words after that, just a cry of pleasure each time Damian lands on that spot, sparking white hot fire in Arie's core. One of his hands flies up to press against the headboard, to push himself down, fingers white-knuckled as they grip the sheets, his other hand gripping Damian's nape, holding on for dear life.
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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.
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Somewhere in that hazy mind of his, Arie is holding back from the edge of the orgasm. He wants to drag Damian with him over the ledge. Just a little more, just...
But god damn it's hard. Damian got big and being under him like this is like being tossed about by the tide, hot as all fucking hell.
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It's just as well for Arie that Damian's not likely to hold out much longer. As much as he'd like to just fuck Arie through several releases back-to-back, Damian can feel that familiar tightening throughout his body heralding the imminent end approaching. He groans, frustrated and desperate at once, drawing his teeth along Arie's jaw, not easing up at all in his thrusting, and he mutters by the musician's ear, "I'm so close, babe... Fuck!"
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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...
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Damian would stare and watch the whole show from start to end, except Arie's body is dragging him right along to his climax as he'd suspected it would. There's a garbled shout of what might have been Arie's name and then Damian's bowing his back as he pounds those last couple of desperate thrusts into the still tensed body under him. Then there's that inevitable rush of blood in his ears as he's sent tumbling right over the edge, thighs flexing as he pushes into Arie as deep as he possibly can as he groans and shudders apart.
He barely remembers to brace himself up, not wanting to crush Arie under him, but it's a near thing. He's flushed and panting heavily like he's just run a marathon, and he's filled with such bone deep satisfaction that shows in the broad grin that spread over his face when he can see Arie's face again. "Holy fuck," he laughs breathlessly, moaning as he drops his head to kiss Arie slow and filthy. "Holy fuck, babe..."