In 1973, Daniel would have just let him. To turn him, to just drink from him for the fuck of it— anything. He was there. Into it. Full send. He looks back and wants to die of embarrassment; he looks back and there's impossible fondness.
It's a fucked up thing, but it's their fucked up thing.
"Oh, I know." Dry, with a laugh as he adjust his positioning, half on his side. Not paying attention to the movie, but the movie's not the point. "You liked showing off."
They don't have to talk about Armand.
"And you did sort of freak me out with it." Sort of. Because Daniel was a little freaked out, and Daniel was a little turned on, and Daniel was very very curious and taking a million notes and running a dozen calculations, some of which Louis noticed. "But I believe you. Very gentle, if you ever chew on me again. Though, yeah, you didn't bring Damek, huh?"
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It's a fucked up thing, but it's their fucked up thing.
"Oh, I know." Dry, with a laugh as he adjust his positioning, half on his side. Not paying attention to the movie, but the movie's not the point. "You liked showing off."
They don't have to talk about Armand.
"And you did sort of freak me out with it." Sort of. Because Daniel was a little freaked out, and Daniel was a little turned on, and Daniel was very very curious and taking a million notes and running a dozen calculations, some of which Louis noticed. "But I believe you. Very gentle, if you ever chew on me again. Though, yeah, you didn't bring Damek, huh?"