Daniel pushes up, feeling Louis' desire to kiss him like it's his own, unable to hold back. Feels good, feels crazy, coiling together mentally while still touching this way. He can show Louis, really show him, down to his atoms because he can feel it, how much he means to him. And so he does. Not like pulling an item off a shelf to display, but something they can sink into, drown pleasantly in. Like his office at home, his mind is organized chaos; like his outward personality, his mind is intense, and blunt.

Love and pride and desire and trust. Daniel is so fucking happy for Louis above everything.

"Contradictory," he points out, through a kiss. Does he say it out loud, telepathically? Not entirely sure. They feel like a wonderful clash, right now, bright paint colors spilling into each other. No but go slow sounds like Yes you can, and so, Daniel will just be careful, how about that.

'So do you.' Dizzying. Now's probably when somebody should grab lube if they actually want to fuck, but they don't have to. (Don't have to fuck, not, don't have to grab lube if they do. Important distinctions.)

Is Louis sure, about this—?