Feels good to touch him, to shift against his body, to trade kisses with him. Daniel's mind supplies an extra layer of sensation, like the colors from all the stars and flower petals are draping down over them, making shivers rise on their skin and slide around curiously, sensually, toes to noses. Armand fits well against him, and Daniel encourages that shift of his thighs with more attention in the gap created. Yes. He wants that— this, Armand leaning into it, Armand asking for more, silent or otherwise, Armand enjoying it, wanting it. Wanting Daniel to do it.

Everything is heightened, awareness zeroing in on physical contact. Armand's weight against him has turned his whole body into pleasant, easy nerves. He steals a kiss as he squeezes one globe of his ass, kneads it, and experiments with sliding fingers inward. Not seeking penetration, instead, seeking the soft skin tucked away there, where the right pressure will stimulate the prostate externally.

Daniel's enjoying this configuration too much to want to move, not even to wriggle a hand between them. Not yet. He wants to stay just the way they are, and he wants to touch Armand in a way that doesn't ask anything of his maker besides accepting the touch. He feels almost selfish, wanting Armand to just let him do whatever. But how often does he get to feel up his terrifying, beautiful maker, while he's a warm, high puddle draped over him?