Dizzying afterglow, and it feels like a shattering thing that took hours to build to; Daniel draws in steadying breaths and lets the last aftershocks spark and twitch and leave him sated and awed. It is strange being a vampire, it is strange getting fucked, it is strange that it's Armand.

Armand, who he can feel draw into himself with a stillness that wasn't there before. Something he would notice even if he couldn't feel the bond that links them, ebbing and flowing with its intensity and feeling so present right now. He wonders if Armand feels it the same way, or if the lack of telepathy makes him struggle. Could be that Daniel just pays too much attention to it, fascinated by the way he's never felt alone since changing, and not in a way that crowds him.

A shift, heedless of how everything is sticky and bloody, so that he can wrap both arms firmly around his maker and hold him fully. He tips his head so he and press a kiss to Armand's forehead, his temple, catching dark hair. He should probably ask if this is okay, if maybe he wants to get up, let him leave. But something catches in his chest and he just— hopes.

"Stay with me," he asks, hushed. A pleading note. Please stay.