Daniel can feel his eyes welling up hotly, but he doesn't have to see them to know they have to be full of adoration. His grip on Armand's thighs only tightens, nails digging in until they draw blood.

They might not be able to communicate telepathically, but he doesn't think they need it. He whines again, needy, his throat working around Armand's cock, feeling the connection between them, the bond of their blood.

The more Armand seems to lose control, the more blissed out Daniel feels, pulling a hand from Armand's thigh to push between his own.