Physical detangling is a slow process. Louis, reluctant, taking long minutes to work up to leaving the bed. A long, indulgent exchange of kisses, Louis' hands sweeping across skin before coming to brace on Daniel's chest and lever himself up.

A tug between their heads as Louis reaches a hand back. Aware of the mess they've made of each other. His own skin damp with sweat, thighs slick, a pleasant ache smoldering in his body.

"Come on."

Beckoning Daniel to him, wanting already to be touching him again.