"Look at you," Daniel openly marvels. "You know, Rashid," and it's for real, they're really doing this and he thinks he should be more nervous than he actually feels, "I gave you a lot of crap, but god, look at you, kneeling there. Go ahead, take me out, no need to stand on ceremony."
The tone teases, but he can't hide his reverence-- nor does he try.
He presses his hand to the top of Armand's head, rakes his fingernail along his scalp, just enough to make him feel it. "I can tell you're going to be so good. Did you know how much I wanted this in Dubai? Answer, please."
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Date: 2024-09-06 11:02 pm (UTC)The tone teases, but he can't hide his reverence-- nor does he try.
He presses his hand to the top of Armand's head, rakes his fingernail along his scalp, just enough to make him feel it. "I can tell you're going to be so good. Did you know how much I wanted this in Dubai? Answer, please."