A jolt, raw and electric, with Louis' blood. It yanks Daniel from the maybe-relaxing stage to an oh-fuck[positive]? stage. Barely any, just hints of being able to form a full picture of the taste of him. It teases claws in the part of Daniel's brain that wants to always demand more, makes his eyes shine brighter.

Danny. Ugh. He bites at Louis' mouth, flat teeth not meant to break the skin, still wary of his inability to reel himself in despite the strong, aching pull A grumbled complaint into the next kiss. It took him years to stop responding to Danny, who was a stupid kid that Daniel wants nothing to with.

"The hell kind of question is that?"

Hands at Louis' sides, they slip up over his chest, down again, feeling him everywhere. His skin is a luxury. He's so fucking beautiful.