"Danny boy," Louis needles, as the bite at his shoulder throbs. As Louis' nails scrape lightly along Daniel's nape. "Danny."

Amusement warming the link between them, coloring everything, everything.

Louis' voice dips lower, shifts to dig his heel in at the back of Daniel's thigh as he says, "Come on, Daniel."

Shades of anything in the way Louis' thoughts shift, the way he draws Daniel in closer. Anyway that Daniel wants this, wants him, Louis will have him. Aware of some discomfort in Daniel, trying to quietly assuage it.