A moment of distance, but only extremely relatively speaking—Armand still stupid from his own wrench pleasure, with blood in his mouth and muscles still clenched taut, but lifting away by very little indeed. Still feels Daniel's hand working himself, but with enough room to look down between them. They will have to do this again sometime,

which is a hilariously human thought to have, acting as if there is any limit to that 'sometime', a finite amount of sex acts they might perform before the heat death of the universe

so he can remember to admire them when they're held together and thick with want. But half an aftermath and watching Daniel attend to himself is gratifying too, lifting his focus up in the moment that the other vampire begins to come to then observe his face. Armand's eyes go hooded, and he ducks down to kiss at those choked sounds, almost sweet.