Trying to tread carefully, aware of some tender stretch of terrain here. Aware of potential to nick something vulnerable in Daniel, and angling away from it. Still, fingers heavy in his curls at the nape of his neck, a hand falling down his chest to lay over his heart.
"I want to see you," softly. Offering, "I want you to see me."
Daniel had seen him. Daniel had come to Dubai and argued and needled and dragged truth out of Louis even when all Louis had to offer was a story he'd been telling himself (A story Armand had been telling him too, a quiet chorus shifting and omitting and realigning Louis' life.) for so many years that it had felt like all there was. Daniel had seen something else.
They're linked so closely. Louis is sunk so far into his head, bleeding desire like sunlight. Wanting. Offering pieces still, hazy answers to join the impressions he'd already given over to Daniel. (Teeth sunk down into the flexing muscle of a thigh, wrists caught up in one hand, bruises blooming livid in the wake of kisses laid to the throat and collarbone and chest and hip—) Savors the sweetness of Anything he finds in Daniel's mind, an offering passed back and forth between them.
"Come on," is lightly impatient, deeply affectionate. "Come on, Danny."
Is deliberately goading, teasing. Words murmured into the corner of his mouth as Louis leans up to kiss him.
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Trying to tread carefully, aware of some tender stretch of terrain here. Aware of potential to nick something vulnerable in Daniel, and angling away from it. Still, fingers heavy in his curls at the nape of his neck, a hand falling down his chest to lay over his heart.
"I want to see you," softly. Offering, "I want you to see me."
Daniel had seen him. Daniel had come to Dubai and argued and needled and dragged truth out of Louis even when all Louis had to offer was a story he'd been telling himself (A story Armand had been telling him too, a quiet chorus shifting and omitting and realigning Louis' life.) for so many years that it had felt like all there was. Daniel had seen something else.
They're linked so closely. Louis is sunk so far into his head, bleeding desire like sunlight. Wanting. Offering pieces still, hazy answers to join the impressions he'd already given over to Daniel. (Teeth sunk down into the flexing muscle of a thigh, wrists caught up in one hand, bruises blooming livid in the wake of kisses laid to the throat and collarbone and chest and hip—) Savors the sweetness of Anything he finds in Daniel's mind, an offering passed back and forth between them.
"Come on," is lightly impatient, deeply affectionate. "Come on, Danny."
Is deliberately goading, teasing. Words murmured into the corner of his mouth as Louis leans up to kiss him.