A nod, more felt than seen, Armand allowing his hand to be found, moved, wrapped around Daniel's stiff cock. Squeezing, a covetous kind of touch, before relaxing, and drawing in a breath as he feels Daniel moving them together.
Allows it, allows Daniel to do what he needs. His fingers make a narrow passage to fuck through, attentive in this way, but otherwise he settles where he is, nuzzled in against the side of Daniel's neck and face, eyes half-closed and out of focus. A very human feeling, this kind of daze. Unprofessional. Luxurious to linger in. He had always been fond of this part, the after.
Although not quite after, not yet. Lifting his head, eventually, watching Daniel now, hazily hooded but focused, burning gold. His face, first, then down, the configuration they make, the swollen-needy colour of his cock in their hands together, the press of lifted thighs, wiry silvered hair, the long line of muscle running from wrist to elbow. Every little detail, all of it, possessively collected.
no subject
Allows it, allows Daniel to do what he needs. His fingers make a narrow passage to fuck through, attentive in this way, but otherwise he settles where he is, nuzzled in against the side of Daniel's neck and face, eyes half-closed and out of focus. A very human feeling, this kind of daze. Unprofessional. Luxurious to linger in. He had always been fond of this part, the after.
Although not quite after, not yet. Lifting his head, eventually, watching Daniel now, hazily hooded but focused, burning gold. His face, first, then down, the configuration they make, the swollen-needy colour of his cock in their hands together, the press of lifted thighs, wiry silvered hair, the long line of muscle running from wrist to elbow. Every little detail, all of it, possessively collected.