Refrains from teasing, because Louis can feel it. All this in Daniel's head, it is in Louis' now.
"Stay," he whispers, fingers tightening and loosening and tightening again Daniel's hair. Breath gone haywire, uneven panting as Daniel rocks into him. The lines between their minds are so blurred that there are moments when Louis cannot say with certainty which sensation belongs to who. Coaxes, "Stay here with me."
Not kissing, but close. Noses brushing. Louis' forehead against Daniel's. Unclear in the moment if the pulse in his ears belongs to him or to Daniel. A drifting itch of fangs in his mouth, wanting this too, wanting to bite Daniel all over while Louis has him caught up here.
A quiet truth running like a current beneath all else in their minds: there has been no one, since Armand. A true thing that exists disconnected from specifics, but exists all the same. Louis' thighs tighten around Daniel's hips and he breathes into his mouth and his mind shimmers, wanting him with a kind of absurd desperation, as if Louis doesn't have him already.
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Refrains from teasing, because Louis can feel it. All this in Daniel's head, it is in Louis' now.
"Stay," he whispers, fingers tightening and loosening and tightening again Daniel's hair. Breath gone haywire, uneven panting as Daniel rocks into him. The lines between their minds are so blurred that there are moments when Louis cannot say with certainty which sensation belongs to who. Coaxes, "Stay here with me."
Not kissing, but close. Noses brushing. Louis' forehead against Daniel's. Unclear in the moment if the pulse in his ears belongs to him or to Daniel. A drifting itch of fangs in his mouth, wanting this too, wanting to bite Daniel all over while Louis has him caught up here.
A quiet truth running like a current beneath all else in their minds: there has been no one, since Armand. A true thing that exists disconnected from specifics, but exists all the same. Louis' thighs tighten around Daniel's hips and he breathes into his mouth and his mind shimmers, wanting him with a kind of absurd desperation, as if Louis doesn't have him already.