Speed-running getting sick of him? If so, Daniel might as well enjoy it while it lasts. He presses a kiss to Louis' mouth. The weight of him pressed down on him feels as good as everything else. He should really be spent, and maybe he is, but over-stimulation to the point of pain was something he was into even before. Not the type to roll away and call anything a night.

"Until you kick me out."

Yes. More than yes.

But even if he's not the type to pull the plug on this— he should probably not annoy the shit out of Louis with it? Right? Right. So.

"What's the game plan?" A light pinch to his side, teasing.