"Fuck," Daniel breathes, with heat and feeling, though right now it has solely to do with knowing those long, lovely fingers are wrapped around his cock.

He pushes himself back to the matter at hand, at figurative hand. "So it's not something we can do spur of the moment, that's fine. And even if you left, you're back now. You're not going anywhere."

Hand curling at the back of Armand's neck, he reels him in for an urgent kiss. "And in giving them back," he says quietly, "that Daniel you abandoned will know you came back to him."