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They were still in the abandoned hotel where they had spent the day, on a mattress on the floor of the supply closet. Armand was on his back, Daniel between his legs, on top of him, and Daniel was doing something very pleasant to Armand’s nipples with his mouth.
Vampirism had worked wonders on both Daniel’s stamina and libido, and he was proving to be quite insatiable as far as Armand was concerned.
Armand didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all. He was delighted to have his boy back and for him to be so enthusiastic about staking his claim on his maker’s attention.
Daniel was using his fangs a little.
Daniel was very good with his fangs, and Mashallah, his fangs were enormous.
He scraped one of them across Armand’s areola and Armand moaned.
Daniel looked up at him with an extremely naughty grin, those glorious fangs in question on full display. Armand grabbed the hair at the back of Daniel’s head and moved him over to the other nipple.
Daniel nipped, licked and sucked. Swirled his tongue over Armand’s skin. Then he put both hands on Armand’s chest and squeezed, his sharp nails digging in (again, very pleasant).
“God, your tits are amazing,” Daniel breathed emphatically.
Armand froze. “My ‘tits’?”
“Yeah, you know, your boobs.” Daniel put his lips back on Armand’s left nipple.
Armand didn’t know if ‘boobs’ was any sort of improvement over ‘tits’. He frowned.
“Your…bosoms?” Daniel tried. “Work with me, here. Which term do you prefer? I’ll stick to that.”
“I don’t have ‘tits’ or ‘boobs’ or ‘bosoms’, Daniel. I’m a man.”
“I know, baby, it’s just…” Daniel rubbed his face over the part of Armand’s body they were discussing. “Your pectorals?” Daniel looked up at him again, his eyebrows raised in question.
Armand made a face. No, that wouldn’t do at all. Armand liked using the proper words for things, but ‘pectorals’ was absolutely terrible for dirty talk. “You can say ‘tits’," he conceded magnanimously. "But you have to keep doing what you were doing.”
Daniel smiled up at him, clearly very eager to resume doing what he had been doing. “I will, baby.” He kissed the skin between Armand’s ‘tits’. “I will.”