A wreck of an exhale, Daniel's name fraying apart in Louis' mouth as Daniel makes good. As Daniel takes him in hand, as Louis' whole body twitches up under the heat of his mouth.
Remembers seeing this in Daniel's head fifty years ago, remembers saying no because more than anything he had wanted Daniel's attention, wanted his voice, wanted to talk to him while the recorder spun on the table between them.
Wants his voice now, absurdly.
His fingers tighten in Daniel's hair. Holds there too tightly, forcibly loosening his grip over and over and over, always sliding back. Some hindbrain need to keep hold of Daniel running away with him, the same urge that wants his teeth in every inch of Daniel's skin.
Maybe it should be embarrassing, how easy it is. How easy Louis is, for this. For Daniel. A thought that swims through his mind and finds no purchase at all, slides away as Louis' thighs flex tight around Daniel's shoulders. His heel has set into the small of Daniel's back, resting there as Louis' breath goes haywire.
"Just—"
Comes all apart in Louis' mouth. A pause, a breath. Some skimming link of his mind across the surface of Daniel's, unsteady impulse narrowly averted. Louis tries again: "That's good. You feel so good."
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Remembers seeing this in Daniel's head fifty years ago, remembers saying no because more than anything he had wanted Daniel's attention, wanted his voice, wanted to talk to him while the recorder spun on the table between them.
Wants his voice now, absurdly.
His fingers tighten in Daniel's hair. Holds there too tightly, forcibly loosening his grip over and over and over, always sliding back. Some hindbrain need to keep hold of Daniel running away with him, the same urge that wants his teeth in every inch of Daniel's skin.
Maybe it should be embarrassing, how easy it is. How easy Louis is, for this. For Daniel. A thought that swims through his mind and finds no purchase at all, slides away as Louis' thighs flex tight around Daniel's shoulders. His heel has set into the small of Daniel's back, resting there as Louis' breath goes haywire.
"Just—"
Comes all apart in Louis' mouth. A pause, a breath. Some skimming link of his mind across the surface of Daniel's, unsteady impulse narrowly averted. Louis tries again: "That's good. You feel so good."