He told Armand to have everything, and he meant it. No point in doing any of this shit halfway. Armand accepted Daniel's graceless up front refusal to play maitre, so he's holding up his end of the bargain, giving everything over. (Would he like to fuck Armand? Yes. Christ, yes. That's not the point.)

It's rough and probably more than would be comfortable for a mortal, but none of that matters, because neither of them are human. It just sends him spinning higher, dragging in labored breaths, heart hammering, everything good, good, fuck, good, better, perfect.

Armand looks demonic. Like he did when he was torturing him. Daniel thinks he might climax from feeling him this way, looking like that. Clings to him, blood boiling, shuddering, holding him tightly through it. Hands slide up Armand's back, holding him, up to cradle his head and stroke his hair. Nerves twitch all through him, still hard, still right there. But hanging on the edge feels good, and knowing he brought Armand over feels even better.