Still hard, but still kind of in space. High and feeling perfectly fine with it. Better than fine. Armand grabs him and Daniel stares at him, aware as though he can see himself from outside his own body, admiring their sunset-colored eyes that glow like mirrors of each other. A matching gradient. Daniel a bit more yellow, Armand a bit more amber.

Head tips to try a playful bite at Armand's thumb. Hmm. What a nice time, all of this. He shifts his weight to feel how his maker pins him, and the pressure of his own hand against his arousal.

"What'd you see?"