Daniel feels warm all over. He knows, sometimes, especially in the 'mornings' or when he's too engrossed in work to remember to eat an entire living human being every few hours, that his core temperature drops lower than it ever did before transformation. But this flush isn't from having gorged himself on blood— arousal, adrenaline of overcoming embarrassment, but mostly, overwhelming affection. Crazy how it feels.

And this, too, finally. Bare skin on bare skin, and it's so novel and such a relief that he forgets to feel self-conscious about the difference in textures. Louis feels so good, and Daniel is helpless to do anything but grant him his request, and kiss him.

Just a little bit of hiding against him, but Daniel rallies. Lets Louis touch him, even look at him if he wants, only a moment or two of looking away himself. Different, when it's somebody he gives a shit about and not just some nutjob at a book signing he'll never see again. Who he thinks is so gorgeous, precious, and holds in such high esteem. Touches him, kisses him, sets flat teeth against the side of his jaw, rocks down against him and feels hard on hard, making him shiver.