It is good, to feel how much Daniel wants him. Not really a balm, nothing soothing in it, too intense for that. Painful, satisfying, in that way painful things often are. Evokes the desire to sink his teeth in (again), his claws, his cock. It's enough, it's not enough. Daniel asks this question in a warm breath that feels like it sears across his cheek, and Armand closes a fist around a wrinkle of bedding.

"Like this," sounds like a confession, almost, like perhaps he should have retained the ability to do more, make more of this, but also he wants it fiercely as it is, rutting through Daniel's hand, against his cock.

A messy kiss against Daniel's cheek, his jaw. "With you." Whoever is first, permission is granted.