Endearing, his sense of Daniel's cock twitching in response to (he assumes) the sharp sensation that must have come before the tang of blood between them. At a sudden rush, Armand wants to know everything that incites such a reaction, all that Daniel has done before and still favours, anything he hasn't. But it's mostly borne of arousal, the pre-orgasmic rush and flood of neurochemistry and blood in veins. He is in no position to pursue experimentation.

Currently. He lets out a coarse sound as Daniel does as requested, the crude burn and stretch of being entered. More for that than any articulated probing after nerve clustered, sensitive spots.

Kisses him rough, fangs down, liable to cut. Goes tight around Daniel's knuckles. Shudders, muffles a rougher moan into his mouth.

Daniel will feel the ground slam into his back, but it doesn't feel like falling. More like being pinned to a surface that may as well be a wall, the ceiling. A clumsy pursuit of friction as his orgasm is rung from him. Armand is still his centre of gravity—who knows where he might fall if he were to let go?

(No unlocked secrets of the universe, no spontaneous astral projection or elevated states of being. He comes and it feels good, better than it has in a long time, and sees colours.)