The thought makes him shiver, makes his mind shiver. Louis can certainly feel it, like Daniel can feel his intent, and—
"Hey." A husky whisper, and he presses in for a kiss. Emotion grabs at him, like a rough hug. Daniel, continuing to be clumsy from lust an inexperience, but so earnest. "Hey, we're here. It's just us, and it's all really happening."
They won't forget it. They can't, not anymore. Daniel kisses him and kisses him, and leaks against his hand, and takes his own to clutch him close, fingers and hardness and desire.
"Thought about that? Wanted to take care of me, even then?" It makes his head spin. That Louis could want him so much, want him despite, in spite. All of it. It seizes at his heart and makes it all feel so fucking tender. He wouldn't have even been able to, no matter how considerate Louis was. Maybe he'd have wept with it, overwhelmed by the attention, the offer, the thoughtfulness. How long had it been since anyone wanted him that much? How long has it been?
"We can take care of each other. Be here now, yeah? We can do that, if you want. I'm not gonna be picky, Louis." And there's a breathless laugh, as he slides his hand down lower, stoking over Louis' balls and into the cleft of his rear. Just his knuckles, then, brushing over so-soft skin, leery of claws. "I just want you. I've wanted you for ... most of my life."
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"Hey." A husky whisper, and he presses in for a kiss. Emotion grabs at him, like a rough hug. Daniel, continuing to be clumsy from lust an inexperience, but so earnest. "Hey, we're here. It's just us, and it's all really happening."
They won't forget it. They can't, not anymore. Daniel kisses him and kisses him, and leaks against his hand, and takes his own to clutch him close, fingers and hardness and desire.
"Thought about that? Wanted to take care of me, even then?" It makes his head spin. That Louis could want him so much, want him despite, in spite. All of it. It seizes at his heart and makes it all feel so fucking tender. He wouldn't have even been able to, no matter how considerate Louis was. Maybe he'd have wept with it, overwhelmed by the attention, the offer, the thoughtfulness. How long had it been since anyone wanted him that much? How long has it been?
"We can take care of each other. Be here now, yeah? We can do that, if you want. I'm not gonna be picky, Louis." And there's a breathless laugh, as he slides his hand down lower, stoking over Louis' balls and into the cleft of his rear. Just his knuckles, then, brushing over so-soft skin, leery of claws. "I just want you. I've wanted you for ... most of my life."
Fifty fucking years.