A fair question, and Armand wishes to be honest in these dealings, and also wishes to protect the odd little permutations around his feelings of possessiveness. The erotic ones and the less so. Protect them from Daniel's scrutiny, he who had doubted the vampire bond in place of maybe Louis had been kind of fucked up, ill with the abuse he had one through, among other latent, decidedly non-supernatural glitches.

No. Not thinking of them. Just this, Daniel solid beneath him, that little spot on his forearm tingling after a kiss, the sparks induced by sharp nails drawing paths over his skin.

"Maybe I would hold you down," he says. "Focus on only what I need from your body. There will be," hm, a pause, considering his wording, before continuing after a fractional pause, "times I wish to do it the other way. To serve you. It would please me."

Another slow shift of his body, a heavier way of his breath leaving him. "But I've never had someone to myself this way. I've never felt ownership over anything. Anyone. I want to."

Is that bad? Maybe. Complicated. But here we are.