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Armand assumed it was because it had been so long since he could enjoy food. It made sense. Food had changed so much in the centuries he had been undead, and so much of it would never be known to him, no matter how accessible it all was now. So, yes, Armand felt comfortable assuming that was why he had such a reaction to Daniel eating.
Then again, it may just be Daniel.
Armand often took Daniel to restaurants and cafes, watching as his eyes lit up in excitement at the menus, his mind swirling with possibility as he took in each option. Armand had always liked how Daniel appreciated such things. Most people wouldn’t stop to consider the fact that a family restaurant was able to offer ten different kinds of soups. At the same time, there were some families forced to share one meal in the very city they lived in, but not Daniel, who had seen these people first-hand and heard their stories, who had the privilege to see all the wonderful things available to him as the blessings that they were.
Even now, Daniel sat at the table with his lips wrapped around his straw, chewing on the end before rolling it over his tongue, as he played with the small pile of remaining French Fries. His plush, pink lips sucked the straw, pulling the dark liquid into his mouth and swallowing, his neck tensing and relaxing quickly, before he licked his lips. He sat back, picked up a fry, and popped one end into his mouth, sitting with it hanging from his lips as he continued to type his article.
Armand watched him closely. He followed as Daniel retook hold of the salty stick, chewing on one end as he pushed the other between his lips, before sucking the remaining salt from the tips of his long fingers. Daniel had such lovely fingers.
Armand got to his feet and began slowly crossing the room, his eyes fixated on Daniel. When he reached his boy, Armand wasted no time grabbing Daniel’s chair and pulling it away from the table, ignoring his lover’s words of surprise.
Armand held Daniel’s shoulders as he slowly straddled him, sitting in his lap as he pressed against Daniel’s body, leaning his head close enough to feel Daniel’s breath brush against his cheeks. He squeezed his shoulders, rolling his hips forward, and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of his boy.
“Uh, babe?” Daniel said awkwardly. He blinked up at Armand and watched with wide eyes as Armand took his hand into his and began playing with his fingers, pinching and stroking them as he continued to touch the slightly calloused skin. “You – You doing okaaa – Holy crap,” Daniel exclaimed as Armand wrapped his lips around Daniel’s index finger and began sucking deeply.
Armand closed his eyes as he continued to suck on Daniel’s finger, nibbling on the end, before letting the finger slip from his mouth. Armand licked his lips, the tip of his tongue swiping against the now damp finger, before letting go of Daniel’s hand.
“Are you still with me, beloved?” Armand asked as he took in Daniel’s awed expression, his eyes wide and glazed as his mouth hung open in surprise.
“I – Uh – What?” Daniel said after a moment.
Armand smiled. His boy was so adorable.
Armand slipped off Daniel’s lap, still holding his hand, and pulled Daniel to his feet. He let his eyes trail over Daniel’s lean, soft body, admiring the beauty of his boy before turning around and leading Daniel to the bedroom.
He was hungry, too.