Daniel's pulse will be louder in Louis' ears, touching him like this. Tangible against his fingers, blood-hot and hard; he chokes on an inhale at the feeling of it, erections held together, driving him crazy. He thinks he can feel the remnants of his own spit on Louis' cock and that makes it just that much crazier.

Really happening.

"What's that mean?"

Knees push into the bed, and he rocks down, into Louis, into that grip he has on them. Fucking, but not quite. He braces one hand by Louis' shoulder and lets the other roam, stroking over his body everywhere he can get to, playing with one nipple before moving to the curve of his hipbone, touch teasing to join hands between them. Waiting, just to keep feeling Louis' hand, and his dick, uninterrupted.