"That's definitely one word for it," Daniel says, ducking his head and opening his mouth to catch Armand's thumb. "Overachieve, over-indulge, overcompensate."

A black hole, always seeking more.

He drags his teeth along the pad of Armand's thumb, and returns to his thigh, this time pressing a reverent kiss there. "So I can have whatever I want," he muses, broad hand circled around Armand's cock, stroking slowly as he encourages his hips up. "Spread wider, baby, knees up."

He takes a moment to admire the tight right of muscle before he's dragging his tongue across, rumbling deep his chest with satisfaction.