Like last time, it's so good it borders on euphoric. Unlike last time, he has half a degree of self-awareness— the recency of the pain, probably; with the migraines, he'd already had a few days to recover. Armand's blood doing more immediate work, versus just getting Daniel high on pure, liquid endorphins.
Tastes like nothing else. Feels like nothing else. Armand's pulse beats in his mouth, and his own heart keeps the same tempo. His gaze is unfocused but still there, still seeing Armand haloed by his kitschy painted ceiling. Once again, Daniel isn't going to be able to stop. Something in the back of his head tells him he should, but he finds no ability to do it. Instead, he tugs Armand closer. 'Free' hand curling in the fold of his knee, between thigh and calf. Armand won't crush him with his weight. He's a monster now, too.
Still hurts. Layer over layer of sensation. Feels bad, feels incredible. Was he sitting up, seconds ago, talking about the unknown future before them? Or was that hours ago? How long have they been here?
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Tastes like nothing else. Feels like nothing else. Armand's pulse beats in his mouth, and his own heart keeps the same tempo. His gaze is unfocused but still there, still seeing Armand haloed by his kitschy painted ceiling. Once again, Daniel isn't going to be able to stop. Something in the back of his head tells him he should, but he finds no ability to do it. Instead, he tugs Armand closer. 'Free' hand curling in the fold of his knee, between thigh and calf. Armand won't crush him with his weight. He's a monster now, too.
Still hurts. Layer over layer of sensation. Feels bad, feels incredible. Was he sitting up, seconds ago, talking about the unknown future before them? Or was that hours ago? How long have they been here?