Lets Daniel do this, strip him bare. Lets Daniel manage his own clothes, touching only lightly, seeking welcome as his fingers skim newly bared collarbone, fall down Daniel's chest to his hips. Smiling still, pleased with his teasing, with Daniel's exasperation. Pulling pigtails indeed; satisfaction fades only as Daniel gives him something else to occupy his attention, hold him rapt as clothes as discarded over the side of the bed.

Anything whispering between their heads. Louis holds it in the palm of his hand, a precious offering from Daniel who Louis had met only by chance. Daniel, who saved him.

"Come here," again, reaching up as Louis yields back down, shoulders hitting mattress. "Come down here and let me kiss you."

A ghost of Dubai: Tell me I can kiss you. Wanting him so badly, any way he could have him. Even a kiss, even a touch. Anything, anything.