Thin, soft fabric, fabric for sleeping in, and concealing very little from one another save for the precise texture of their skin, a fuzzying of detail. Daniel tucks his hand between them, evoking a soft noise from Armand muffled into their kiss, and he finds himself quite hungry for those missing aspects.

But willing to tease himself with it, satisfy instead in the warm weight of himself bearing down, at the way Daniel shifts them even closer together. Armand has no shame at all about another and much more precise roll of his hips, the specific slide of blood-filled flesh, mutual interest.

This, for a moment. Wiling away seconds and minutes like this, where the occasional, languid shifts of his body against Daniel's feels less like he is attempting to evoke, provoke, but more what he said already: seeking his own satisfaction while Daniel is caged beneath him, between his knees, his hands, beneath his weight.

The kiss breaks, and Armand kisses up under his chin. Down to his throat, a scraped open mouthed feeling across his adam's apple, the flick of a tongue, and then finally tilting up so he can insist Daniel's shirt off of him. Gets as far as helping it up around his shoulders before abandoning Daniel to that task, occupying himself with a blunt-toothed, gentle bite lower down on bare chest.

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