That makes Louis grin, a huff at the back of his throat even more indicative given sometimes he gets tetchy at having his emotions commentated — mostly due to long years of being reminded he's so sensitive and dolorous.

Been reminded what matters, he responds, telepathic at first and then out loud just to feel the words in his mouth: "And I thought about fucking you while you were sleeping." His voice is low and soft, rasped with lust, pairing that admittance with a hand slow over the shaft. "Coming back to me inside you." That put him in a mood, and this is the next best way to sate it.

Armand is at his pulse and can feel the soft groan that gets, but Louis is still all adoration, fingers playing at the base of his cock, thumbing the stretch of skin to his sac. Maybe it's more selfish than it seems, Louis indulging in their bodies, in Armand's masculinity, refusing- as he so often does - to simply give way to his passions even as he fantasises about them.