"That should bother me," Daniel gasps. He doesn't tack on a but, and only partly because Armand's unlikely to agree he shouldn't lay waste to anyone who'd ever looked at Daniel the wrong way.

He has a few precious moments to analyze the softness around Florida, to mark it as important, before Armand's back on his knees. "Yeah," he gasps, cupping Armand's cheek. "Please."

His cock springs free as he's stripped down, flushed and leaking. Stroking the pad of his thumb along Armand's cheek, he braces against the wall. "Come on, blow my mind, I want to be wrecked."