"Well then let me use these hands for something better, yeah?"
Louis smiles at him, his expression warming when he sees Dani slowly peel from his shirt. The scars litter his body which does make something flare hot and furious in his chest for him. He'll get to Lexi later about this - understand the world better through the eyes of the vampire king himself. But for now? His focus is on Dani.
"Hush. Wouldn't offer if I didn't want to."
He considers the paint brush again, but i like your hands comes to mind and he sets it aside. Dipping his fingers into the paint, he reaches first for the track marks on his arms, sliding the tip of his finger over each, creating a delicate pattern of swirls against the skin in vivid color. It's almost like giving a massage, his touch light and adoring, almost sensual - turning these marks into something coveted, beautiful.
"Just keep your eyes on me, yeah? No one's looking - no one cares, but it's just you and me, got it?"
The next dip of paint - in some bright seafoam - and he reaches for dani's neck, sliding his fingers in swirls over the bite marks, down to his torso, intimate and careful as he draws out a pattern across Dani's chest. If he skims or circles a nipple in the process? Oh, well. He wants to make him relax, settle, feel beautiful beneath the sun and his hands.
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Louis smiles at him, his expression warming when he sees Dani slowly peel from his shirt. The scars litter his body which does make something flare hot and furious in his chest for him. He'll get to Lexi later about this - understand the world better through the eyes of the vampire king himself. But for now? His focus is on Dani.
"Hush. Wouldn't offer if I didn't want to."
He considers the paint brush again, but i like your hands comes to mind and he sets it aside. Dipping his fingers into the paint, he reaches first for the track marks on his arms, sliding the tip of his finger over each, creating a delicate pattern of swirls against the skin in vivid color. It's almost like giving a massage, his touch light and adoring, almost sensual - turning these marks into something coveted, beautiful.
"Just keep your eyes on me, yeah? No one's looking - no one cares, but it's just you and me, got it?"
The next dip of paint - in some bright seafoam - and he reaches for dani's neck, sliding his fingers in swirls over the bite marks, down to his torso, intimate and careful as he draws out a pattern across Dani's chest. If he skims or circles a nipple in the process? Oh, well. He wants to make him relax, settle, feel beautiful beneath the sun and his hands.