Louis gives an almost pained groan at the bite — almost, but not quite. Closes his eyes as Armand penetrates him, ice cold fangs amidst flesh gone hot. Taking a part of Louis into himself, through that sudden connection, and Louis' telepathy doesn't answer the question posed, his thoughts devolved into Yes, love.

Like this, they aren't human, but they aren't vampires either. Louis doesn't feel like anything except sensation, and he moans and clutches fingers through Armand's soft tousle of hair, the other hand leaving his dick to pull him closer, press their bodies together like he can feel that life pounding out of him and into Armand. The beauty of symbiosis, two bodies as one. The intimacy is almost better than the physical euphoria of the bite.

"Goddamn," he whispers roughly into the quiet air, eyes closed. He could die like this and it'd be a pretty good death.