Unbearable, the way Daniel bites him. It is just the same as Daniel's kisses laid to Louis' forehead, so near to something Louis wants. Something they both want. Daniel bites him and Louis' hips shift, restless, a shudder of unconscious reaction. Louis wants to kiss him again. Louis wants to pin Daniel down into the mattress and bite him everywhere. Louis wants to let Daniel do whatever he wants, give him anything he asks for.

It's overwhelming. Louis remains settled, propped up on one elbow to keep Daniel in his eyeline, only by some miracle of restraint. His heel nudges at Daniel's hip, a small, insistent point of contact as Daniel bites a bruises into his skin.

"Anything," Louis breathes. Says, "Yes," before Daniel can start in about the absence of direct answers.

Presses the word into Daniel's head as Louis sinks fingers into silver-white curls.

Anything.