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If Armand had thought Daniel was perpetually horny in the 70s, then his elder vampiric self was infinitely worse. Really, he should've expected nothing less from his fledgling, his insatiable boy. Ever since they'd properly reconciled, Daniel had been all over him, all hours of the night. The last time he'd had anywhere near this much sex was either that weekend with Daniel in the 70s, or his honeymoon phase with Louis many decades ago, and even then it could hardly compare.
Of course he knew of the fledgling appetite for everything, but his own fledgling-rearing knowledge was sorely lacking, as well as his own memories being of little use (how could he gauge his own sexual appetite when it always happened on the terms of his master?).
There was also the side effect of him needing to feed more often (the constant exertion could eventually tire even an ancient), but with Daniel's appetite for blood, that was never an issue. They'd hunt together.
The pair had been hiding out on their private island for the last week or so. They really hadn't been up to much other than christening every surface of Armand's manor house, as well as their beach, the deck chairs, even the bushes…
The master bedroom, along with most of the decor of the manor house, looked as if it had been plucked from a stereotypical vampire novel. Mostly on the theme of deep purple and black elegant gothic, with the occasional modern appliance strewn in. The four poster bed was decorated with silk sheets and way too many pillows, surrounded by curtains along with works of art on the walls. At the other end of the spacious room were floor-to-ceiling windows (with blackout curtains for the daytime) that led to a balcony. Of course there were fancy large wardrobes containing all of Armand's glamorous outfits, as well as ones he'd chosen and had tailored for Daniel. The coffin at the end of the bed was mostly there for decoration, the occasional enclosed cuddle, and sex of course.
Armand was hardly surprised when he blinked awake from his brief slumber to find Daniel humping his leg like a dog in heat.
He smirked, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he stretched his limbs out, leg 'accidentally' pressing further into Daniel's clothed crotch. His lover moaned, mouth falling open and with a few more desperate ruts he was collapsing over Armand's side and ruining his boxers against his leg.
"Desperate boy," Armand muttered, turning over to bring their lips together. Daniel hummed into the kiss, hands making their way beneath Armand's sleep robe and nails digging into his bare skin. They made out sloppily as Armand rose to full consciousness, crawling on top of his fledgling and yanking his soiled boxers off.
"Fuck, boss," Daniel's hands flew to Armand's slim hips. "'M gonna be ready to go again if you're not careful."
The elder vampire tutted, moving to sit back on his hips with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "And tell me why you deserve more? When you so rudely awoke me by pleasuring yourself on my leg, like a mindless animal?"
Daniel's fangs dug into his lower lip, eyes glazed over with lust. "Y'know, can't get enough of you."
Armand's orange eyes sparkled. "Hmm. You've made quite a mess."
His lips fell to Daniel's chest, pressing a kiss there as he made eye contact with his breathless fledgling. A huff came out of Daniel when he slid further down his body, lips stopping over the head of his half-hard cock.
"Armand, please."
"No," Armand tongued over his hips and pelvis, cleaning the cum off. "Here's what will happen, beloved."
Daniel sighed, and Armand could tell he was fighting the urge to grab his hair and fuck his face.
"I'm going to clean you up," Armand whispered huskily, lips briefly wrapping around the tip of his lover's cock and earning a whine. "And then you will shower, and dress, while not touching either yourself or I for the rest of this night."
"Fuck, no!" Daniel complained, hips jolting as his cock was taken to the back of Armand's throat. The relief was short-lived, as once Armand had licked the cum from him, he was pulling back.
"Daniel," Armand's eyes were dark and his claws dug into Daniel's thighs. "Your maker has given you a command. Are you going to behave like a brat?"
"I can't, babe, I can't," Daniel's hand flew towards his erection, stopping inches away. "Need you. Got a work call soon. C'mon, just a quick fuck, promise."
"Yes, you can," Armand rose back to his knees. "I know you can be good, beloved. One night, and I shall reward you."
"I'm not above begging."
"I know."
"C'mon babe, need to be inside you."
Armand tongued his fangs with a sharp glare. "Must I put you in the cage, Daniel?"
Daniel huffed, cock already leaking pre-cum. "Fuck, fine. I'll do it. The reward better be worth it."
Armand chuckled, he knew how much Daniel hated the cock cage (even though he loved it at the same time, the humiliation, the sign of ownership) from the sheer amount of times he'd made him wear it in the 70s.
"There's my good boy," he purred, reaching one hand forward to caress Daniel's cheek, the other playfully wrapping around his cock and squeezing, thumb pressing into the wet slit.
Daniel choked on air, fangs nicking Armand's palm as he cried out. A moment later and Armand had climbed off of him, leaving him alone in bed with a rock hard and throbbing dick.
"I will know if you touch yourself, Daniel," Armand slid the robe from his body, giving Daniel an eyeful of his beautiful naked form. "I expect to see you in the sitting room in half an hour."
He disappeared through the bedroom door towards the nearest bathroom, smirking to himself as he felt Daniel's lust and frustration pulsing through their bond.
Daniel should've expected nothing else from his lover, who thoroughly enjoyed teasing and taunting him. It was a good thing that Daniel hadn't ever been able to control that being the subject of that turned him on more than anything.
The cold shower barely did anything to flag his erection. When Daniel returned to their bedroom, clothes had been laid out for him on the bed. Of course Armand had chosen the form-hugging button up and way too tight jeans. How the hell was he supposed to squeeze his dick into those?
Armand had even been so very generous as to not have provided him with any underwear. Daniel huffed in frustration, he was almost tempted to wander round their place with his dick out just to spite him. The staff that worked here had seen them both in much worse situations, luckily they were clearly paid enough not to mention it.
He reluctantly shrugged the clothes on, knowing Armand would be incredibly disapproving if he ever refused to wear what was laid out for him, and not-so-secretly he also got off on Armand choosing what he wore.
The button up was survivable, even though it highlighted a few of his insecurities. The jeans, however…
His dick was not softening at all, and Daniel grunted while the thought crossed his mind to quickly get himself off to end the problem.
Armand would know, and even though he loved being a brat, the curiosity about what reward he'd get won over.
After way too much effort, he managed to uncomfortably stuff his dick down one of the trouser legs. It was itchy as hell, but maybe the discomfort would help his insufferable dick to soften.
Maybe if he held off of feeding today, it would stop him from getting horny at all…
Daniel made his way through the long exquisite halls, down the large wooden staircase towards where Armand was waiting for him. It was a good idea he'd had, but he also knew his maker too well, and he would insist that Daniel fed nightly, especially if it was going to make it harder for him to get through this.
He was clearly going all out, because when Daniel stepped through the door of the sitting room, Armand was lounging on the sofa in the most scandalous outfit.
Watching Daniel squirm had always been one of Armand's favourite pastimes. When his beautiful boy finally entered the room, eyes bulging when he saw Armand's choice of clothing today, he pretended not to notice and continued to absentmindedly flick through the pages of a book he was only half paying attention to.
Daniel's eyes raked over the deep red lace robe, across his exposed chest and down to the tight lace panties, which left nothing to the imagination and had a convenient opening in the back.
"Fuck you," Daniel muttered, his face flushed and hand adjusting himself in the obscenely tight trousers Armand had deliberately chosen for him.
"Good evening to you too, beloved," Armand gave him a quick glance up from the book. "Am I to expect this attitude from you the entire evening?"
"You asshole," Daniel made his way to the coffee table where his laptop sat, picking it up with his eyes on Armand the whole time. "Damn right you are. Not exactly over the moon at being blue-balled in these pants with you lookin' like that."
A small smirk tugged at Armand's lips, eyes briefly lingering on Daniel's crushed cock through the jeans. "Those 'pants' were worth more than your car, Daniel. I should expect you to appreciate them."
"Whatever," Daniel rolled his eyes, and Armand flashed him a glare of disapproval. "Got a call in a minute anyway. I'll be in my office, should be finished in an hour. Don't disturb me."
Armand tutted, finally dropping the act with the book. "Daniel."
His fledgling turned around from where he was making his way out the door.
"Yeah?"
"You know I would never dream of disturbing your precious work. Go on."
He could tell Daniel knew that his tone was indicating that that was exactly what he planned on doing.
Yet another unnecessary zoom call that could've been an email. Daniel had become so insanely bored that it was actually starting to kill his seemingly permanent boner.
The documentary crew were yapping amongst themselves, Daniel only piping in when absolutely necessary. At least the cameras were off so they couldn't see the look of despair on his face.
Armand chose the moment when he actually was talking to saunter in.
His enhanced hearing as well as their bond should've indicated to him he was nearby, but Daniel was too distracted to notice.
"Yeah, yeah — I'll get back to you on that, man. Gimme a moment."
He muted his microphone and turned to glare at his maker who was slowly making his way towards him.
"Any reason you're here in the middle of my work call?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, forcing his eyes away from Armand's gorgeous body so he wouldn't get hard again.
"I missed you," Armand stopped right in front of him, shrugging the lace robe to the floor. "Is that so hard to believe, my sweet boy?"
Daniel felt his cheeks heat up at the words, as well as at the glowing skin on display before him. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the laptop. "'M not gonna fuck you in the middle of a work call, boss. Thought I wasn't allowed that, anyway."
"Not what I said," Armand's hands slid onto his shoulders. "I said, that you can't touch me, or yourself, and you are certainly not permitted to finish."
"But let me guess, you can do what you want to me?"
"Yes."
"Not—not right now."
"Hmm," Armand smirked, claws trailing down Daniel's shirt and stopping at the button of his jeans. "I don't recall asking your opinion."
"Hey, Molloy! You still there?"
Daniel grunted, turning to the laptop as he felt Armand pop the button open and tug his jeans down. "Yeah! Just having some, uh, technical issues. Gimme like ten minutes, I'll sort it out."
The voices from the laptop passed in one ear and out the other as Armand promptly climbed into his lap and threaded long fingers through his hair.
"Ten minutes?" Armand feigned offence, tugging Daniel's head back. "You underestimate me, beloved. I can last much longer."
"Fuck you," Daniel huffed, keening desperately when Armand rutted against his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to full mast.
"Yes," Armand exhaled sharply, swatting Daniel's hand away when it went for his waist. "You shall."
"Babe, c'mon, the call—"
Daniel was putting up a lot of fuss for someone who was doing nothing to protest Armand lining his cock up with his already prepped hole, panties still on.
Armand's claws dug into his shoulder, his head dropping against the back of the desk chair which sent the moan he made as he sunk down right up against Daniel's ear.
"Fuck you," Daniel growled, his dick pulsing inside his maker's tight heat. Subconsciously his hands flew back to Armand's hips, claws almost breaking the skin. Almost instantly, Armand's hands were around his wrists, wrenching them off the pinning them to the armrests, fangs bared.
"Hands to yourself," Armand hissed, grinding his hips harshly down. "Pathetic, desperate, boy. Your colleagues wonder where you are, what would they say if they knew how easy you are?"
"Fuckin' easy?" Daniel glared, hips rolling up and punching breathless moans from his lips. "So—so it's my fault when you're— uh, fuck, you're the one who jumped me?"
"And you are not enjoying yourself?" Armand whimpered and moaned right next to his ear, clenching tightly around him and bouncing on his lap. "As if you haven't been begging to be inside me since the moment you woke."
"Can—can n'ver, never say no to you, boss," Daniel's head tipped back, lips parting as he slid effortlessly into the suffocating warmth of Armand's willing hole.
"Such a good boy," the elder vampire panted into his neck, fangs dragging teasingly over the skin. "So beautiful, so obedient. However, I do expect you to put more effort into fucking me, Daniel. Or I may end up sat here for the remainder of the night."
"Hey!" Daniel snapped with an aggressive thrust. "It's almost like you're trying to make me cum. What even is my reward an—anyway?"
"You have more self-control than that, fledgling," Armand rolled his hips on Daniel's lap. "Mmm, that's it, right there. If you—if you behave, beloved, for the next week, I shall be yours to use as you wish."
"Uh, fuck!" the thought only made Daniel's cock throb more, and he had to reach between them to grip the base tightly. Armand was deliberately clenching around him, sending him right near the edge.
"Want that, want that so bad," Daniel panted, almost in pain with effort in holding himself back. "Boss, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm so close, I can't hold it—"
Armand responded by pulling all the way off his cock, and releasing one hand from his wrist to press tightly against his throat.
"You disappoint me," Armand stared down his nose at him. "Is my fledgling, my first born, really not as powerful as I once believed?"
The possessive terms only served to make Daniel's cock leak even more. The flash of humiliation set over him, determined to prove to his maker he was powerful. He could do it.
"Yeah, yeah, I am," Daniel was trembling, his fangs drawing blood from his lower lip. "Swear, boss. Just—just let me hang up the call."
"You should make them watch," Armand dragged his claws down Daniel's chest, leaving streaks of blood in their wake. "Let them all see how desperate you are for me."
Daniel pretended that idea didn't tempt him at all, scoffing and reaching for his laptop. "I'll just be a sec."
Armand raised an eyebrow as Daniel unmuted his microphone.
"Hey, uh, guys—"
"There he is! Getting sucked off by your little boy toy, are we Danny?"
"Fuck you, man! Don't talk about him like that! I—I'm having, uh, problems with my mic—"
Armand chose that moment to sink back down on his cock. Daniel choked on his words, hand flying to his mouth to muffle a moan.
"Oh he so definitely is!" a female voice piped in.
"Uh, microphone with my problems. Bye!" Daniel slammed the lid shut and turned to glare at Armand, who was wearing the biggest, most self-satisfied smirk.
"Did I ever tell you I hate you?" Daniel snarled and gripped the armrests, beginning to properly thrust up. "Such—such a demanding fuckin' asshole…"
He got no reply, just punched out moans and Armand's sharp claws returning to his shoulders.
"Yes, yes, Daniel—" Armand muttered into the side of his neck. "Uh, yes, yes…"
He trailed off into nonsensical mumbling and Daniel had to squeeze his eyes shut, will with everything in him not to cum, Armand was making such sweet noises and his insides were dragging perfectly against Daniel's painfully hard cock. With all his vampiric strength he slammed his hips against Armand's ass, the harsh smacking could undoubtedly be heard from the other side of the house.
When Armand's fangs pierced his neck, Daniel keened and trembled, feeling himself careening dangerously closer to orgasm as his maker drank from him. That move would always push him over back in the 70s without fail.
"Fuck, please," the younger vampire murmured, continuing to pound Armand's prostate. "Please, baby, need y'to cum, 'm gonna—"
Armand pulled back from his neck, eyes blazing as he roughly spat some of Daniel's blood into his open mouth. Daniel hummed brokenly, licking his lips and almost missing Armand wrapping a hand round his own cock, gathering the pre-cum in his palm and then shoving the palm to Daniel's mouth.
His own hips were pinned back down as Armand took control, roughly bouncing and grinding on his weeping cock. Daniel felt bloody tears slip from his eyes, surrounded by the taste of Armand on his tongue and the feel of him speared open on his cock.
Pathetic whines and sobs flooded from him into Armand's palm. When Armand started spasming and clenching tight around him, Daniel sobbed loudly, attempting to look through his tears to find where they were joined. His hand fumbled for his cock, desperately grabbing the base as Armand sunk down to the hilt, crushing his hand between them as he started to cum.
The beautiful breathy moans right next to his ear were doing nothing to help his situation, and neither were the streaks of cum that painted his chest and chin.
Armand's hand moved from his mouth, fingers scooping up the mess all over him and feeding it down his throat. Daniel moaned in appreciation, the tears still not stopping until he almost sobbed in relief at Armand removing himself from his lap.
"Need to—fuck, please, need to cum," Daniel mumbled incoherently, claws digging into his thighs. "Baby, please, I've been so good, lemme cum inside you."
"You can do so all you please if you get your reward," Armand bent to the floor to pull his lace robe back on. "Clean yourself up, beloved. We should hunt soon."
"Can't—" Daniel found himself biting into the headrest of the desk chair, fangs sinking into the cushion as he growled in pain. "Not, uh, hungry. Plus, you wanna go hunting in that?"
"It may assist us in luring prey."
"Nuh uh," Daniel felt the rage curl up in his chest. "No fuckin' way. Anyone else gets this view, I'll kill them."
Armand smirked. "Yes, beloved, that is the plan."
"You know what I mean, asshole," Daniel shakily made his way upright. "No chance of getting into those pants now. Got anything else I can wear?"
"Maybe I'll keep you like this. So that I may climb atop your lap whenever I choose," Armand gazed at him from under his lashes. Before he sauntered out, he stepped out of his lace panties, tossing them at Daniel and promptly disappearing.
The younger vampire sighed in exasperation. He reluctantly put the panties on, biting his lip at the damp feeling of cum on the fabric. Burying his face in his hands, Daniel groaned and tried desperately to think of anything that would calm down his throbbing cock that was tenting the panties.
As much as Armand would've loved to tease his boy by keeping the robe on for their hunt, he did actually end up changing into something mildly more appropriate. Of course the silk button up was hardly buttoned up, and his trousers hugging all the right places. Then there was the thin line of the g-string poking over the hem of his trousers, just for Daniel to notice, which he most definitely would.
Seeing his precious fledgling frustrated and bratting out all day was also kind of making it hard for him to keep to his side of the bargain. But teasing him was just too much fun.
Armand fiddled absentmindedly with the many buttons of his newest blender whilst listening in to Daniel loudly mumbling to himself in the shower from upstairs. His voice carried so much that he was sure even without his vampiric hearing Daniel would still be able to be heard across the house. To confirm, he dipped briefly into the mind of the staff member the other side of the extensive kitchen area, and even though he couldn't quite make it out, Daniel's mumbling was in fact loud enough for human ears.
"Sir, is there anything you need? A fresh bag of blood?"
Armand turned to the sharply dressed man by one of his fridges. "No. We will be going out to eat quite soon."
The man nodded politely, continuing mopping the floor. Armand smirked to himself, knowing that Daniel wouldn't want to drink today, to make the torture easier for himself. Tough, because Armand was going to be as good of a maker as he could, and ensure his fledgling was well fed, even if it inconvenienced him.
At least the shower had appeared to soften Daniel's cock enough for him to be able to fit back into those gorgeous skinny jeans.
Armand took pleasure in leading his boy around and out of the house by a hand on his waist. Deliberately sauntering through the rooms the staff were working in. Not that they weren't fully aware of what was going on between them, but it satisfied the exhibitionist part of him.
In the 70s, Armand's hand was almost permanently on his boy's waist, wherever they went. And when it wasn't, it was linked with his own hand. There was only the rare occasion they were forced to not be joined together, in spaces far too public Armand simply couldn't mindfuck everyone at all times to not call them a number of slurs.
Being back here, on their (or Daniel's, mostly) island, made him nostalgic. But his Daniel was no longer a young boy, he was an old man who was also his one and only fledgling.
Watching him hunt was euphoric. Since his turning, Daniel was fully becoming so much more himself than he'd been in decades. His confidence was at an all-time high (he'd always had somewhat of an ego, but this made it even bigger, somehow).
Daniel was crouched in an alley, music loudly blasting from the nightclub next door. His victim was muttering nonsense as Daniel messily drunk from his neck. Armand stood over him proudly, eventually ducking down to join him. Staring intensely into his matching orange eyes, Armand slid forward against the opposite side of the guy's neck, sinking his fangs in and maintaining eye contact the entire time. As Daniel stared back, drinking his own fill, Armand could feel the pulses of lust through their bond.
As the guy took his final breaths, they both pulled away. Armand wasn't a messy eater like his fledgling, hardly a trace of blood around his lips. Daniel, on the other hand, had it dripping down his chin like a toddler.
"Enjoy?" Armand whispered huskily, tongue darting out over a fang. Unsurprisingly, in less than a second Daniel was on him, dragging him by his shirt to his feet and pinning him back against the wall. Armand grinned wildly, allowing himself to be manhandled by a vampire so much younger than himself.
"You know what you're doing," Daniel grumbled, raking a hand through his maker's unruly hair. Armand preened, leaning back into the desperate touch.
"Whatever do you mean, sweet boy?" Armand's lips tipped into a smirk, eyes locked onto Daniel's own.
"Have half a mind to suck you off right here in this alley," Daniel's other hand dug into his hip possessively. "Fuck off right before ya finish. Taste your own fuckin' medicine."
Armand chuckled, grabbing Daniel's own shirt and tugging him inches from his face. "You would never. Bold to assume I would allow you the pleasure of having me in your mouth, fledgling."
He could hear Daniel choke on his words. He would not be getting away with being a little brat, not today.
Then they were kissing, not sweet or affectionately at all, but aggressive. They kissed as if they were trying to devour each other. Blood dripping between their mouths, exchanged between eager tongues. Fangs chewing and biting at the others' lips. Grunts and moans drowned out by the pounding music next door.
Armand abruptly yanked Daniel's head back, eyes wild and fangs on full display. "Enough."
Daniel groaned as those fangs sunk into his neck, taking a sip then piercing the other side. Armand took sips from every inch of his neck, leaving Daniel dazed and whimpering as his skin was littered with teeth marks.
"You should dispose of the body now, my beloved," Armand whispered against his ear, grinning to himself when he felt Daniel back at full hardness against his thigh. He ghosted his fingertips over the thick length, teasing him. "I shall wait for your return. I was thinking perhaps you could show me a film that you enjoy."
"Fuckin' asshole," Daniel muttered, eyes tracking Armand as he slunk out from between himself and the wall. With a brief kiss to his lips, Armand left Daniel dizzy and alone in the alley moments later.
It didn't take Armand long to figure out why Daniel had chosen this movie.
For a fan of a lot of sci-fi, Armand found his Marvel knowledge sorely lacking, mostly because over his years with Louis, he'd only focused on the interests that they shared and not any of his own. He knew mostly of the comics, but the modern movies were not his forte.
Armand knew Daniel had likely watched this many times, which were why his eyes were fixed to Armand through the majority of it. Noticing the subtle lift of his brow when realising the main character was a journalist. The flick of his tongue over his lips when Eddie Brock became commandeered by the 'symbiote' alien, who proceeded to very clearly both terrify him and turn him on.
He made no comment through the movie, only micro expressions which he knew Daniel was picking up on.
The credits began to roll.
"Loved this when it came out," Daniel started, his hand on the sofa between them subconsciously moving closer and linking a finger with Armand's own. "Always told myself it was because of the journalist guy. Now it's pretty fuckin' obvious why I couldn't stop watching it."
Armand's eyes lit up, glowing their ominous orange. "Indeed, beloved. I cannot begin to imagine who the vicious, yet possessive alien creature must remind you of."
Daniel cleared his throat. "Yeah. Kinda embarrassing."
"Do you wish for me to crawl inside your skin, between every organ in your body," Armand whispered seductively, leaning much closer to his fledgling, "so that I fill every inch of you, able to puppet your body as my own?"
Daniel huffed, burying his face in his hands and giving no answer.
"Does the thought of that excite you, Daniel?" Armand pressed right up against his side, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. "Have you spent nights aching at the very thought, unable to do anything other than touch yourself, unknowing of whom you wished it to be inside you."
"Fuck," Daniel arched his neck towards Armand as if it were instinct. "Doin' it again, teasing me."
"Hmm," Armand crawled onto his lap, deliberately pressing down on Daniel's hard cock. "You're so close to your reward. Would you wish to forfeit it now? It would be so easy to give in, slide yourself into my body, finish inside and fill me to the brim."
"I hate you," Daniel muttered pathetically, whipping his hand away from Armand's thigh at the last moment. "Bet you're still all loose from earlier too, when you came on my cock like a desperate little slut."
"You could see for yourself," Armand purred, grinding the length of Daniel's cock between his clothed cheeks.
"No," Daniel attempted weakly to shuffle out from under him. "Need it, need you. First thing t'morrow evening, gonna spread you out and fuck you, not gonna stop til it's pouring outta you."
Armand temporarily lost his composure, eyes slipping shut and a sharp breath escaping his parted lips. "Such a filthy mouth on you, Mr Molloy."
"Mr Molloy, huh?" Daniel used his moment of weakness to remove himself from beneath him. "What, gonna bring the whole Rashid shtick back out?"
Armand smirked, laying back on the couch with his legs indecently spread, one foot kicking up on Daniel's lap. "That could be arranged, if it is what you desire."
"Mayb—maybe another time," Daniel said breathlessly, adjusting himself in the tight jeans. "Sun's comin' up soon. Enough time for another movie?"
"Hmm," Armand's foot 'accidentally' nudged Daniel's cock, and was immediately shoved off of his lap. "Blade Runner?"
Daniel snorted, burrowing into the space between the cushions and Armand's body, pillowing his head on his maker's chest. Armand found himself smiling, arm wrapping around his beloved and fingers carding through his messy hair.
"You would turn me down?"
Daniel shook his head, laughing. "No, no, babe. 'Course not. You think it's possible for a vampire to get diagnosed with autism?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind," Daniel reached over him for the remote. "Yeah, sweetheart, 'course we can watch Blade Runner. Again."
Armand huffed, choosing not to ask further questions about the accusation and be happy his boy had accepted his request to watch his comfort movie for the hundredth time.
Even with the narcoleptic pull of the sun, sleep was incredibly difficult to achieve when Daniel's dick was still trying to get his attention.
This morning he'd elected to sleep in the coffin at the end of the bed, so Armand couldn't tease him any more than he had been or try to keep him awake.
As he'd swiftly found out, even that hadn't stopped the asshole.
There was always something up his sleeve. This time it involved loudly masturbating from the bed and making a right show of it so Daniel could hear from inside the coffin.
Plugging his ears, Daniel willed himself to sleep by thinking about the revenge he was going to get tomorrow evening when he got his reward.