The alarm is crazy, Daniel thinks. Has so much time passed? Has so little time passed? He grins and bumps his nose against Louis', feeling loopy and happy for it. He tastes Louis still, in the back of his teeth, has told him he could probably suck his cock for an entire night (or more), has found bruises that vanish, has been impressed by the pinkish sheen of sweat that comes off them both.

"Can you?"

Daniel shifts up, pressing his cock deeper into him, finding it effortless still despite the exertion and the impending call of the sun, soaking in the endless easy delight of no longer being human. It's possible he'll never take this for granted— being able to move just as he wants to, no pain, no struggle. Everything in service of making them both feel good, claw and tumble to the next height.

Another kiss, because he can't get enough, and he circles a hand between them to stroke Louis. Can't get enough of this, either.