Daniel keeps on touching him, emboldened by the welcoming response. Not wondering about what Armand usually prefers, sexually; not worried about it. If he wants something, then he hopes Armand asks him, but he most of all he hopes they're able to do their own thing. Taking the past into consideration where they need to, but... just going on ahead, exploring, learning, sharing.
When did he get so fucking sappy?
Probably the mushrooms. The universe expanding his mind, brushing away all the cobwebs of self-deprecation and hesitation. Daniel feels good, and Armand likes him, and he has no reason to be shy or insecure. He can slide his touch further in, find where he's questing for, rub at him. He can shift just enough let Armand feel that he's getting hard for him, too, and he can turn his head to kiss his maker's forehead and temple, breathe in deep the smell of his silky hair, and—
Feel that. Like a current pulling him. Reality bending to envelop just the two of them. Daniel lets it coat him, and he reaches for it with his mind, even as he continues to look for just the right angle to make Armand sigh.
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When did he get so fucking sappy?
Probably the mushrooms. The universe expanding his mind, brushing away all the cobwebs of self-deprecation and hesitation. Daniel feels good, and Armand likes him, and he has no reason to be shy or insecure. He can slide his touch further in, find where he's questing for, rub at him. He can shift just enough let Armand feel that he's getting hard for him, too, and he can turn his head to kiss his maker's forehead and temple, breathe in deep the smell of his silky hair, and—
Feel that. Like a current pulling him. Reality bending to envelop just the two of them. Daniel lets it coat him, and he reaches for it with his mind, even as he continues to look for just the right angle to make Armand sigh.