Armand is absurdly beautiful, which surely he knows, which surely he's sick of (or not, vanity is delicious in its way), and Daniel isn't immune to it no matter that he's ever been quicker to see him as a monster than a person. He looks at him now, nearly glowing despite the darkness, textured in a way that makes Daniel want to get his mouth on him everywhere, and thinks that he's still a monster, and still absurdly beautiful.

Another bite, just sharp enough, and that fucking noise Armand makes. Everything is so small and it nearly makes him gag with how much it turns him on.

"Armand," nothing else, just his gasped name, hands clasped at his shoulders and scrambling at his back. Encouragement, frustration, desire. Daniel hitches up into him, rubbing together restlessly.