All this wanting, all this desire, Louis lets it reflect back. They have been fucking for an eternity, and it is not enough.
Maybe fifty years would come within shouting distance of enough. Louis doesn't know. Daniel says these things to him and Louis shudders down into the cradle of his hips, hands tightening around the sides of Daniel's face.
"Just like this," Louis echoes. Repeats again, "Anything for you."
Drawn in where Daniel's consciousness is blurring, savoring the quality of it. Fingers slipping, grazing over scar tissue, over new-made bite marks already healing into nothingness. (Grateful, unforgivably, that Louis left a mark on him. Bit it into him, a claim that endured even through Daniel's death and rebirth.)
Murmurs, "Come with me," even as he lets himself come all apart, panting against Daniel's mouth, spilling over under the pull of Daniel's fingers.
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Maybe fifty years would come within shouting distance of enough. Louis doesn't know. Daniel says these things to him and Louis shudders down into the cradle of his hips, hands tightening around the sides of Daniel's face.
"Just like this," Louis echoes. Repeats again, "Anything for you."
Drawn in where Daniel's consciousness is blurring, savoring the quality of it. Fingers slipping, grazing over scar tissue, over new-made bite marks already healing into nothingness. (Grateful, unforgivably, that Louis left a mark on him. Bit it into him, a claim that endured even through Daniel's death and rebirth.)
Murmurs, "Come with me," even as he lets himself come all apart, panting against Daniel's mouth, spilling over under the pull of Daniel's fingers.