"Fuck," Daniel sighs, with feeling, staring up at the night sky and its unfamiliar stars as his blood pumps slow and easy into Armand's mouth. He's hard under the roll of Armand's hips, pressing up slightly.

"You may not need the odyssey of recollection, but if I know myself at all, it wasn't about that. Just like I do now, I would have wanted to know everything about you for the selfish pleasure of knowing it. Of being the world's first and foremost Armand expert."