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Daniel’s lips were soft. And warm. And pleasant.
Armand hadn’t expected it. He had assumed that Daniel, at only 22, so young, would be terrible at this. Armand had over 400 years of experience, and here he was, feeling his body melt into Daniel’s waiting arms, ready to hold him close.
He sighed as they parted, Daniel’s need for air quickly becoming a nuisance, and allowed his eyes to flutter open slowly. He licked his lips, the lingering taste of Daniel exploding on his tongue, and allowed his head to settle before meeting Daniel’s eyes again.
“I – liked that,” Daniel said. His voice was quiet, and nervous, with an unexpected tremble from the usually confident boy.
“As did I,” Armand said, his own voice lacking the usually dismissive tone he used with Daniel. “It was…quite good,”
Daniel laughed with a quiet puff of air and a jump of his shoulders before bashfully shifting his feet.
“Quite good, huh?” He said.
Daniel was teasing him, but instead of being annoyed, Armand felt a slight thrill run down his spine. He was pushing back. He could keep up.
“Well, there’s still room for improvement,” Armand said with a smirk, his vivid eyes glowing.
“Guess I need a pretty good teacher, huh?” Daniel said as he reached his hand towards Armand’s waist, pulling him closer again, and tilted his head to the side.
“At the very least,” Armand whispered against his lips. “Someone that you liked.”