In a way, the two of them were still sparring, just in a completely different type of struggle with one another. Neither one of them was willing to give, each fighting to take control at the moment. There was currently no submitting on either of their parts. Each was determined to be the winner and Amadeus was very well set on being the one to come out on top of this—and get Ariel to give up the sounds he kept trying to hold back.
Ariel may have had a hold of Amadeus' neck and was currently in control there, not that Amadeus actually minded—the beauty of not having to breathe nor deal with a gag reflex at all—but his hands were still completely free. Free to do over things. If his lover thought he was being cheeky before he was about to become even cheekier. One hand pressed down on Ariel's hips to slow them down so that his other hand could slide underneath of him. He only teased for a moment before he slid two fingers inside of Ariel and started to move them in time with the roll of his hips.