And in the abstract, expansive nebula of Armand's awareness, Armand's control, there's the centrepoint of quiet that is Daniel's mind. The thing he can't touch, invade, control. Can't order it to rest or to spin or to feel or to think. Can't spool thought out of it like so much glossy black tape.
And it's a relief. Otherwise, he might accidentally unravel Daniel in a way he can't easily fix. It would be harder to relax.
To make the sounds he is making, little urgent sighs and groans at the dedicated press of Daniel's fingers, and the by now somewhat slick alignment of their cocks pressed between them. Lifted inches off the ground, he can sense Daniel's bracing his heel back down against it for leverage.
Another push, a little further upwards. Gravity is each other. He winds his arms around Daniel's waist and shoulders, moving against him with hedonistic intent and lifting his head to kiss him with more intent than the wandering grazes of teeth and lips against his fledgling's neck and shoulder.
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And it's a relief. Otherwise, he might accidentally unravel Daniel in a way he can't easily fix. It would be harder to relax.
To make the sounds he is making, little urgent sighs and groans at the dedicated press of Daniel's fingers, and the by now somewhat slick alignment of their cocks pressed between them. Lifted inches off the ground, he can sense Daniel's bracing his heel back down against it for leverage.
Another push, a little further upwards. Gravity is each other. He winds his arms around Daniel's waist and shoulders, moving against him with hedonistic intent and lifting his head to kiss him with more intent than the wandering grazes of teeth and lips against his fledgling's neck and shoulder.