And even now, feeling Daniel tip and fracture and fall, Louis thinks, Again.

But no. The sun is coming up. Daniel is young. He needs to sleep.

Louis kisses his slack mouth. Scrapes nails up and down his scalp. Murmurs Daniel's name, low and intimate and so, so affectionate. Letting him find his way back to composure while Louis stays close, wound close still. Skin to skin, mind to mind.

I like you this way, Louis tells him. Smiles, admits, I like you every way I can have you.

Frustrating and irreverent and kind and now this, how Louis has him now.

"We'll need a whole day," Louis supposes, thoughtful. "A whole day to do something like this."

Having caught some stray edge of Daniel's thoughts, the thing he didn't quite ask for that Louis wants to give him anyway.