It's a tender gift, Louis' appreciation. Armand handles it carefully, reverently, always somewhat surprised to find that it continues. He smiles against Louis' lips, lifts his body a little from the sheets to push himself more firmly into Louis' hand, making it clear that although he enjoys being treated as something precious and fragile, there are times he feels anything but. Sometimes he is just another animal.

He gasps at the feeling of Louis' thumb across the head of his cock, rubbing into the blood-threaded slickness that leaks from him.

You're in an interesting mood, he points out, into their mental connection. His mouth is occupied by kissing across Louis' jaw, nuzzling against his throat.