Armand will not give credit to Bakshi's exuberantly promiscuous furries for the following: he has lain against Daniel this way before and thought of sex, as he does now.
And they have argued, sometimes fiercely, and Daniel has seen the worst of him, has deliberately scattered his house of cards while maintaining eye contact. They have gone for long absences and abrupt reunions. They have exchanged human corpses and still living prey. Armand has made him into a vampire.
All of this into account and he still wonders if sex would ruin something. Sex can be ruinous. It can also be nothing, which is a different kind of ruinous.
His eyes flick to where their hands overlap, where Daniel is drawing invisible lines down his fingers, diamond-hard nails, tendon and bone. Is this the holding pattern he has consigned himself to? He has also, a little, lost track of the movie—perhaps it's that degree more juvenile than his sensibilities would prefer, although if they were to stop now, he would watch it later for completion's sake, as an interesting and bold thing in a body of work.
He thinks about how Daniel spent a lot of Dubai with his sleeves rolled up.
Long-sleeves here. But, all the same, he turns his hand so that he might hook that wandering finger in his own, and then draws it in until he can brush his lips against that pulse point.
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And they have argued, sometimes fiercely, and Daniel has seen the worst of him, has deliberately scattered his house of cards while maintaining eye contact. They have gone for long absences and abrupt reunions. They have exchanged human corpses and still living prey. Armand has made him into a vampire.
All of this into account and he still wonders if sex would ruin something. Sex can be ruinous. It can also be nothing, which is a different kind of ruinous.
His eyes flick to where their hands overlap, where Daniel is drawing invisible lines down his fingers, diamond-hard nails, tendon and bone. Is this the holding pattern he has consigned himself to? He has also, a little, lost track of the movie—perhaps it's that degree more juvenile than his sensibilities would prefer, although if they were to stop now, he would watch it later for completion's sake, as an interesting and bold thing in a body of work.
He thinks about how Daniel spent a lot of Dubai with his sleeves rolled up.
Long-sleeves here. But, all the same, he turns his hand so that he might hook that wandering finger in his own, and then draws it in until he can brush his lips against that pulse point.