Blunt teeth close at Daniel's earlobe. No, that doesn't work. Keep going.

A favourable comparison: the way he can feel shy with Daniel, the way he had felt it on occasion with Louis, the way Lestat had to coax such feelings out of him, speaks to a certain amount of presence that he could choose to opt out from. He has had half a millennia with his own body, has run the gamut of thinking himself as grotesque, of believing he is beautiful, of caring about either thing, of feeling nothing at all. Has known how something like feeling embarrassment would be a luxury for what it means.

And Armand feels claws tease at such an intimate place and feels his body flush hot, has to urge himself to follow the impulse to skid his knees a little wider as Daniel's fingers make their unhurried exploration. Daniel touches him as if the experience of that alone is arousing, the feeling of his skin beneath his palms and fingertips, and he warms for that too.

His own hands make less work for themselves. One grips a shoulder, the other lingers over his ribs, an anchoring kind of hold for the time being.