"You bet I fucking am," Daniel murmurs, and he means all of it, but he mostly means, you bet I fucking am your love. He catches Armand easily, preening at being able to do so. "I'm gonna get blood on your nice clothes," he says against that pretty, eager mouth.
The praise, whether he'd like to admit it or not, also has him smug and confident, carrying Armand over to the rock wall they'd been tucked behind earlier. "You can pick what you want for a treat," he murmurs, pulling back to leer, "but I'm not a fan of sand in delicate areas."
He does have an idea or two.
"Unless," he says, biting Armand's jaw. "Unless you just want me to tell you what you get."
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Date: 2024-09-06 01:18 am (UTC)The praise, whether he'd like to admit it or not, also has him smug and confident, carrying Armand over to the rock wall they'd been tucked behind earlier. "You can pick what you want for a treat," he murmurs, pulling back to leer, "but I'm not a fan of sand in delicate areas."
He does have an idea or two.
"Unless," he says, biting Armand's jaw. "Unless you just want me to tell you what you get."