Armand barely snaps the bottle back shut before it's abandoned on the covers, an edge rising against the velvet warmth of sensation as Daniel gets him slick. Coaxes blood through veins, the sense of his own pulse.

"Baiting your curiousity," he says. Gets his hand between them, smearing his palm broad along Daniel's cock. Momentary, before tucking in between his legs. "Your attention from the task at hand." From Louis. "It was stupid of me. You were going to start remembering."

But he wanted it, just a little, beneath the stone tower of certainty that he didn't want it, that it would be ruinous. Some part of him buried deep that wanted to be ruined.

The press of his fingers, gentle. No sharp bits, somehow. Not going slowly, just methodically.