A tremulous feeling. No one who's chosen Daniel before has stuck to it, because no one who's chosen Daniel has been able to endure Daniel, and the overwhelming desire to grab that offer of forever in both hands and cling to it is matched only by a gun-shy feeling taught by experience.

But what the hell, huh? Daniel knew heroin was a bad idea when he injected it, ever time. Accepting this might be a bad idea. He might get hurt. Will get hurt, through no fault of Louis'. Because Daniel knows better. But Louis' worth that, isn't he? Worth the shattering, like he thought before. Worth the heartbreak. No one better to endure it for. If they have forever for each other, then Daniel has forever to get over it when things inevitably fall apart.

"Ask me again when we aren't doing this," Daniel breathes out against him, humor in his tone as he rocks into him, back out, pushes in again. Everything is blood-hot, slick, velvet, perfect. "I'll think it's a serious offer when you're making it while I'm ignoring everything else to follow a lead."

He snaps his hips in quicker, just for variety. Just to dig all the way in and connect them, deep and firm, grind into where it feels like Louis likes best; he can feel it in their minds, reflections of every spark.