Briefly, Louis' jaw tighten. Bite down harder in those brief seconds where Daniel lifts him closer. Digging in against the fear of being dislodged even he feels Daniel's intentions to allow Louis to stay.
And then it's Louis' shoulders coming up off the mattress, arms looping up around Daniel's shoulders to keep himself there as Daniel fucks into him. As Louis drinks, deep swallows as his whole body flushes under what he feels and tastes in Daniel now.
Louis is sunk so far into Daniel when he comes apart. All that sensation, mirroring, echoing. Overwhelming, what Daniel feels, what Louis feels for him in return. Overwhelming, the moment Daniel comes. It whites Louis out, draws him in after Daniel as he comes, as Louis' self control breaks all apart. His lips open over Daniel's throat, panting, mouth rich with the taste of his blood as his fangs scrape across Daniels skin.
The same taste. Black licorice. Tea.
Unconscious instinct, the way Louis rolls them over. He's made a mess out of Daniel, he knows. The aftershocks make him unsteady, shaky, but he's still capable of draping himself across Daniel's chest. Teethmarks in his throat oozing sluggishly, momentarily abandoned as Louis presses a clumsy kiss to Daniel's mouth.
Daniel, colored through with such affection, thick with tenderness. Nothing but his name, not even trying to prompt a reply. Just his name, said for the pleasure of saying it, for his fingers in Daniel's hair and the taste of blood in his mouth.
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And then it's Louis' shoulders coming up off the mattress, arms looping up around Daniel's shoulders to keep himself there as Daniel fucks into him. As Louis drinks, deep swallows as his whole body flushes under what he feels and tastes in Daniel now.
Louis is sunk so far into Daniel when he comes apart. All that sensation, mirroring, echoing. Overwhelming, what Daniel feels, what Louis feels for him in return. Overwhelming, the moment Daniel comes. It whites Louis out, draws him in after Daniel as he comes, as Louis' self control breaks all apart. His lips open over Daniel's throat, panting, mouth rich with the taste of his blood as his fangs scrape across Daniels skin.
The same taste. Black licorice. Tea.
Unconscious instinct, the way Louis rolls them over. He's made a mess out of Daniel, he knows. The aftershocks make him unsteady, shaky, but he's still capable of draping himself across Daniel's chest. Teethmarks in his throat oozing sluggishly, momentarily abandoned as Louis presses a clumsy kiss to Daniel's mouth.
Daniel, colored through with such affection, thick with tenderness. Nothing but his name, not even trying to prompt a reply. Just his name, said for the pleasure of saying it, for his fingers in Daniel's hair and the taste of blood in his mouth.