A hitched groan of sound as Daniel rolls them, already reaching to draw Daniel back to him. A sound that fractures into a laugh as Louis' thighs tighten around Daniel's hips, hand settling at the nape of his neck.

"We're vampires," Louis deadpans, even as he tries to parse out the question. Had he wanted to bite Lestat everywhere when he first saw him? Had it been he or Armand who sank fangs into the other first? Is it intrinsic in him, even if he had never been a vampire? Something innate, wanting someone so badly there is nothing else to do but sink teeth into them?

The way he wants Daniel now, wanting to keep biting him, even with blunt human teeth. Wanting to leave marks and bruises, to hear the sounds Daniel makes, taste him. Press his fingers down onto the marks tomorrow, make new ones when they fade.

Louis' nails scrape lightly along Daniel's nape. Arches up off the bed as Daniel strips off his shirt, drawing his face up to kiss again, and again.

"Gonna make you wait," he murmurs, a low promise. "Gonna make you wait until you're inside me before I let you get teeth in me."