Movement is so different. Daniel has never fucked around with another vampire, as he's already reflected on, but it's stark— Armand slips lower so effortlessly, quick and easy without any fumbling and shuffling because he's so unhindered. It's dreamy, it's shocking, but it feels so much more real.

A hand around him, then more all at once, and Daniel's breath catches in his chest on an expletive. A dizzying view of the ceiling as what's happening sinks in, the impossible velvet heat of Armand around him, elegant fingers, the threat of teeth that cranks everything up. Then, hands engaged again, scraping through his hair to cradle his skull and touch his shoulder, before Daniel is up enough on one elbow to do this and watch him.

Is this really happening? Jesus Christ. Apparently. This is his life, and this is Armand, and Daniel is more into this than he's been into maybe anything. He thinks to reach into his mind and to the bond between them, and shudders.