It was easy with Daniel from the start. It was easy in that bar, effortless. It's easy now. It will be easy a hundred, two hundred years from now.
And Daniel should feel good. The extent of his illness, the pain of it, had been partially obscured from Louis behind Daniel's bluster and sarcasm, but it's absence looms large in his mind now. It is illustrative of what is no longer present.
"Daniel," Louis murmurs, soft against his mouth. "I got you. Let me see you."
Coaxing. Covetous.
"Show me," with a scrape of teeth. Unnecessary, when they are this deep in each others heads. (Who else has welcomed Louis this way? Wound him so deep into Daniel's mind that the lines between their thoughts blur?) Louis can feel everything Daniel is talking about. More. Every drag of his fingers, every last kiss, every nip of teeth, Louis can feel how what it sparks up in Daniel. He says this anyway as he touches him, coaxing, encouraging, teasing at whatever last vestiges of restraint Daniel might have left.
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And Daniel should feel good. The extent of his illness, the pain of it, had been partially obscured from Louis behind Daniel's bluster and sarcasm, but it's absence looms large in his mind now. It is illustrative of what is no longer present.
"Daniel," Louis murmurs, soft against his mouth. "I got you. Let me see you."
Coaxing. Covetous.
"Show me," with a scrape of teeth. Unnecessary, when they are this deep in each others heads. (Who else has welcomed Louis this way? Wound him so deep into Daniel's mind that the lines between their thoughts blur?) Louis can feel everything Daniel is talking about. More. Every drag of his fingers, every last kiss, every nip of teeth, Louis can feel how what it sparks up in Daniel. He says this anyway as he touches him, coaxing, encouraging, teasing at whatever last vestiges of restraint Daniel might have left.