There is nothing very complicated or pathological about his response to a warm tongue against his skin. Human and base, really, the rush of heat it arouses, and it doesn't come as a shock whatsoever. Even more than that, he can imagine something undoing itself to permit this contact—the scent of blood, natural hunger, the kind of necessary inhibition lowering that sees a vampire put their fangs into the flesh of another.

A twinge of tension up the insides of Armand's thighs in the moment that his skin is rebroken. His hand curls into a fist, and he is patient and still as his blood feeds into Daniel's mouth.

Good lesson. Very educational.

Will Daniel keep coming back for more? Is that something he wants? It had been Daniel that had spoken to setting down boundaries, to make his position clear on the ways they could need each other, or make use of each other. Still, isn't that all talk?

His other hand is resting on Daniel's chest. Taking some of his weight. Pinning him without relaxing enough to properly straddle.