His breath catches at the touch, marveling at being hard again this fast. He laughs sometimes to himself, this feeling, getting younger. The vampire experiences is probably supposed to be the cognitive dissonance of the opposite. Then Armand's hand moves, and Daniel takes a steadying breath. He knows how to do this. He did this plenty, just most often on his knees one way or the other. The potential intimacy of eye contact during fucking is as terrifying as it is exciting.

"You wanted me to see you."

There, in the present, in Dubai. In the past, in his mind. Even if it was dangerous and it was going to lead to a fucking nuke. It sends a shiver up Daniel's spine, to think of Armand risking his entire life collapsing just to get Daniel's attention.

"Didn't I always?"

Even at the fucking bar. Even all the way back at Polynesian Mary's. He looked up from laughing with Louis, struck by his looming partner. Easy enough in those days, typical of gay couples, everyone just having fun. Free love. But he was still caught for a second, like a fish on a hook. Another steadying breath, letting Armand do this.