'It's like fucking a dog' could be another thing outside of here to be wielded as punishment, probably. Daniel would make a very funny sound. Though whether or not Daniel is going to be fucking anyone else ever again is very much up in the air, at this time.

Daniel turns his head and presses a kiss to the inside of Armand's forearm, even as he continues to touch him there, sliding the tips of diamond-hard nails over his skin. Good, that Armand doesn't want to hurt him. That's a good boundary, even though Daniel might not deny him that outright. Again: he has indulged in harder, kinkier things than making out in the dark, and not all because they were transactional. It interests him that this negotiation has continued to feel as erotic as a physical act, too.

Eyebrows. Oh?

"Use me how?"

Daniel's not a virgin, he can make several educated guesses. He wants to hear Armand describe it.