Daniel is at least partly a paradox, being good at restraint, and good at excess. He can wait to do cocaine. And then when he gets it, he does a fuckload of cocaine. Feels like that, now— he'll try to be the voice of reason, but if Louis convinces him, well. He really hasn't learned how to stop, and he knows Louis will taste so, so, so good.

So—

Not quite slow. But Daniel does balk, slightly, at the idea of pulling his own shirt off. Says he can leave it on, does not say why, but it's obvious why. He does not look the way sexually desirable people look, does not feel the way sexually desirable people feel. Louis is sweet enough to want him despite all that, and so Daniel is in no hurry to shove his face in it. Definitely in a hurry to bite the soft skin of Louis' belly, though, even with flat teeth that he makes sure are not elongating in any way.

With hands at the other man's waist, fingers digging beneath clothing— "Can I?"

Pull this back, expose him, touch him, feel him.