The thoughts don't come into clear focus, but Louis can track the shadowy shape of them, the humming activity of Daniel's mind it's own draw. His own desire and thoughts and emotions refracting, mingling in among the pulse of activity in Daniel's head. It is as Louis always knew: Daniel's mind always spinning, contemplating, arranging and unraveling. All this activity, intrinsic to Daniel. Dizzying to have even a fraction of that focus. Louis wants it all.

Admiration of it all distracts, enough so that Louis is jolted by the slide of fingers, the clasp of Daniel's hand.

"Yeah," falls out of his mouth, exhaled against Daniel's mouth. Swallows, thrusts up into Daniel's hand as he says again, "Yeah."

Brings his hands up, fingers pulling slow through Daniel's curls. Takes Daniel's face between his palms.

"You feel so good," Louis murmurs. Their noses brush. Louis' breath coming in shallow pants. One breath, then another, then another, Louis grasping for some composure before he offers, "Like a dream."

Except they get to keep this. All of it. It's real, and it's theirs.