I know forms in Louis' head. Yes, he knows. Yes, he wants more. Yes, it is a wrench to contemplate leaving the bed.
It's not only Daniel. There is something in Louis that wants and wants and wants, denied and curtailed by all the other pieces of his nature. But he feels it in Daniel, how the force of his desire hooks into his chest and drags all of Louis' wanting to the forefront. Close at hand as Louis shifts his weight over Daniel, a minor restless movement meant only to contain the urge to plunge them both back into the heady rush of their shared desire.
"Stay with me," Louis murmurs.
He'd offered, before, to retrieve Daniel's coffin. Off the cuff, something so effortless to arrange. But he wants—
More, yes. But Louis wants closeness. Wants to fall into sleep with their echoing heart beating back and forth between them. He wants Daniel under the warm spray of water in his shower and he wants Daniel sated, well-fed. He wants all the intimacy of these things, wants to know him in these ways too.
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It's not only Daniel. There is something in Louis that wants and wants and wants, denied and curtailed by all the other pieces of his nature. But he feels it in Daniel, how the force of his desire hooks into his chest and drags all of Louis' wanting to the forefront. Close at hand as Louis shifts his weight over Daniel, a minor restless movement meant only to contain the urge to plunge them both back into the heady rush of their shared desire.
"Stay with me," Louis murmurs.
He'd offered, before, to retrieve Daniel's coffin. Off the cuff, something so effortless to arrange. But he wants—
More, yes. But Louis wants closeness. Wants to fall into sleep with their echoing heart beating back and forth between them. He wants Daniel under the warm spray of water in his shower and he wants Daniel sated, well-fed. He wants all the intimacy of these things, wants to know him in these ways too.