Louis has been under someone else's control for decades. Louis is here looking for stolen memories. They've stitching one together right now. Anything is hot and desperate, but what if anything doesn't mean anything. Daniel is going to keep asking.

But Louis also says Yes. And so Daniel undoes his trousers, pulls them down just enough, and mouths over the curve of his cock held in by underwear. If he had any grand ideas about taking his time and savoring this, though, they go out the window quick. He doesn't remember the last time he did this (yes he does, but it was cruel of him, and so he leaves it elsewhere - years, in any event). But he wants to, and not for altruistic reasons of giving Louis something worth it from fucking an old man. Just because he likes it. And wouldn't it be nice, if he's still good at it. Maybe he can get good at it again, if he's not.

His own arousal is so cranked it doesn't bear thinking about. If he pays attention to it he'll go insane. Instead: his mouth, on Louis' cock, thick fingers circling him, and seeing if giving head is like riding a bicycle after all.