"I almost wish I was," Daniel answers, turning his face to bite one of those clawed thumbs. "I only stopped because I was worried about you. And I wasn't lying about the dead guys. Not used to getting a blowjob in front of them. Not yet."

He shifts so that Armand can feel some physical evidence; while the worry had cooled him off a little, he's still hard against the curve of Armand's ass, still wanting.

"The Rashid thing is fucking hot," he murmurs, kissing his maker. "Of course, I saw him as the kind to top from the bottom."