He can always tell Daniel no, and not be punished for it, not resented, not withdrawn from. This is what Armand understands him to mean. It would be unfair to Louis to say he might have contributed to some habit otherwise (not that Armand minds being unfair to Louis), but some little reflection in himself. The way he might respond to refusal. The way it can feel.
But Daniel is made of sterner stuff than all of that. Perhaps it's why he chose him. The question evokes a twinge of amusement in Armand's expression, and he says, "Yeah."
Yes he does.
He remembers his insistence, when he was playacting as mortal. Daniel refusing by pretending to prefer Damek. Armand, as Rashid, one of a selection. A certain kind of debasement that, had Louis pushed any further, might have brought out his fangs. Or perhaps it might not have. I serve a god, he had said, and there had been the too vivid imagining of draining a sampling into a glass, or something even more obscene, Molloy's mouth to his wrist. His neck.
Maddening.
He kissing Daniel again, pulling their bodies closer together. Daniel wishes to be bitten, and Armand thinks he wants to do it while they are fucking. It's been a long time since that specific configuration of sensations. His hand slides down his back, a grasping across his ass that communicates that desire, little pinpricks of claws drawing white lines in pale skin.
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But Daniel is made of sterner stuff than all of that. Perhaps it's why he chose him. The question evokes a twinge of amusement in Armand's expression, and he says, "Yeah."
Yes he does.
He remembers his insistence, when he was playacting as mortal. Daniel refusing by pretending to prefer Damek. Armand, as Rashid, one of a selection. A certain kind of debasement that, had Louis pushed any further, might have brought out his fangs. Or perhaps it might not have. I serve a god, he had said, and there had been the too vivid imagining of draining a sampling into a glass, or something even more obscene, Molloy's mouth to his wrist. His neck.
Maddening.
He kissing Daniel again, pulling their bodies closer together. Daniel wishes to be bitten, and Armand thinks he wants to do it while they are fucking. It's been a long time since that specific configuration of sensations. His hand slides down his back, a grasping across his ass that communicates that desire, little pinpricks of claws drawing white lines in pale skin.