Armand's gaze slides to Daniel's cock, lifting a brow with great respect. "My darling boy, you never had to overcompensate for that," is a pointed and smug reply, having been the one on the receiving end -- or simply being able to watch while Armand sent lovers to Daniel's bed to be pleasured.

Would he be willing to do that again? The thought is a tempting one, he can't lie.

He spreads, opens wide, and lifts his knees, humming softly, and it's lovely, it is, but: "I do believe you once said you could be on your knees for me in a second," is a pedantic reminder. "And while the bed is lovely, I do wonder what you would look like, worshipping a god."