The power of the situation was getting him off more than the feeling of being inside of Aria, to hold someone's life where there in that moment, to give them pain at will, it was empowering and intoxicating and it only made him try to push Aria's face more into the desk. His other hand holding tightly onto his shoulder as he kept thrusting harshly into him, not caring about the sounds that came from Aria because it all got him closer and closer and also in his mind this was a lesson that his husband should be on time, should listen better and definitely shouldn't blame him for his own faults. "Maybe next time you will be on time. Maybe next time you will not blame me for you not waking," he groaned out the words before suddenly a louder, longer groan came from him as he spilled inside his husband.

He pumped his hips a few more times before slowly pulling from him and taking a few steps back to stare at his husband before clearing his throat. He shoved himself back into his slacks before doing them up. "Go clean yourself up," he said calmly now.