Some tiny part of Daniel considers pulling back off to snark about the teasing. It's easily overruled by the rest of him, the feeling of having done this before but without an accompanying memory, by the connection that's their bond. Armand might as well be honey on his tongue, his voice filling Daniel's head as his cock fills Daniel's mouth.
He looks up, wanting to see Armand's face, those preternaturally vivid eyes watching him-- wanting to be praised, wanting to be used, wanting to be loved.
It had to have been like that, before, because it's like that now, his hands coming up to hold Armand's hips for balance, to take more of him, just to touch more of him.
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Date: 2024-09-23 03:12 am (UTC)He looks up, wanting to see Armand's face, those preternaturally vivid eyes watching him-- wanting to be praised, wanting to be used, wanting to be loved.
It had to have been like that, before, because it's like that now, his hands coming up to hold Armand's hips for balance, to take more of him, just to touch more of him.