Daniel feels pinned in place on a high crest, maddening and relaxing at once. He holds Armand, feeling strangely protective in the midst of everything else. This monster made him, hurt him, and he understands it.

A shivery sigh after that kiss, as Armand tastes lingering blood. Still pushed inside of him, even softening, makes everything light up. Armand's weight feels good, his dick feels good, his mouth, his fangs, all of it. Daniel licks blood-tinted sweat at his temple.

"My hand over yours," he answers. Nudges the side of his face, presses a kiss to half of his mouth. "Just like this."

They don't have to move. Wedge between their bodies, he just wants Armand to touch him. He'll even do the work, fingers wrapping over his maker's on his cock.