The alarm makes Louis laugh breathlessly, fingers curling at the nape of Daniel's neck. Present, focused wholly on what he's been drawing out of Daniel, what Daniel has been drawing out of him. Counting in an idle way, interested in the number as a marker, something he might someday push Daniel past.

Here, now, the phone chimes and Louis laughs. Has migrated fully into Daniel's lap from their starting point, crowding him into the headboard. Skin gleaming with sweat, mouth bruised, hips rolling down in an easy sinuous movement, unbroken by the sound of the alarm.

"Once more," Louis coaxes. "Once more, right now, before we stop for the night."

Thumbs stroking the delicate skin behind Daniel's ears, fingers nudging at his hairline. Louis brushes his lips across Daniel's, their breath mingling.

"Can you come for me one more time?"