Armand's hands beneath his shirt feel like they leave fire in their wake, Louis' heart picking up in rhythm, keeping time with the older vampire he holds in his arms. The bite of nails pricking the skin of his back draw out another groan that, mingled with the hungry way he kisses the man, could almost be perceived to be a growl.

He wastes no time tugging at Armand's shirt, pulling it free from the waistband and with little regard for closures and buttons he pulls, letting them spring free so that he may push it off his shoulders altogether, one palm sliding hard and heavy up his chest and the other? Slides down to grip his ass, squeezing the muscle there to drag them in together, hip to hip, where his own cock thickens with want.

"Three days was enough, don't you see?" A haughty little laugh, a roll of his hips, but he sees red at the demand almost immediately. "I can't deny you."

It's unnatural how quickly he moves, drawing back from the kiss and tangling their legs enough so that they tumble easily into the grass where they stand. No time to waste with gentleness, not when Louis braces himself atop Armand, shucks his own shirt off with little regard for the remaining buttons, and drags his mouth along the line of his throat, his chest, fangs leaving angry little pricks in his skin the whole way both devotional and starved all at once.

"Let me find you, Arun. Commit you to memory."