It shouldn't be a surprise, Daniel's directness. Pushing Louis to consider what they're doing, dwelling in the blurry quality of the intimacy they've cultivated.
Daniel touching him, his face, his hip I have decided you can't stop me. Louis' hand on his chin, knuckles grazing his throat. This nearness. The way Louis dreams him, dreams San Francisco and Dubai. Holds this new piece of the latter close, the two of them together in a shared bed, Daniel blocking the light, talking while Louis drifted and burned in a haze of agony.
The first two impulses towards deflection are discarded. Louis looks into his face, trying to feel his way to a clear answer, though he is not exactly certain of where he's leading them either. Only that he wants Daniel here.
Steps past the question, failing to come up with a clear answer as his eyes hold Daniel's. Stalls out, quiet stretching between them as Louis' fingers move along his skin, seeking the raised scarring his teeth left in Daniel's throat.
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Daniel touching him, his face, his hip I have decided you can't stop me. Louis' hand on his chin, knuckles grazing his throat. This nearness. The way Louis dreams him, dreams San Francisco and Dubai. Holds this new piece of the latter close, the two of them together in a shared bed, Daniel blocking the light, talking while Louis drifted and burned in a haze of agony.
The first two impulses towards deflection are discarded. Louis looks into his face, trying to feel his way to a clear answer, though he is not exactly certain of where he's leading them either. Only that he wants Daniel here.
Steps past the question, failing to come up with a clear answer as his eyes hold Daniel's. Stalls out, quiet stretching between them as Louis' fingers move along his skin, seeking the raised scarring his teeth left in Daniel's throat.