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It was just past sunset when Louis found Armand touching himself in their bed.
Louis had risen early, mind whirring with the ongoing interview, and he’d taken a long shower to reset. He wasn’t expecting to see him there when he returned to the bedroom. Sighing, breathing unevenly, bare and on his back, one hand twisting in the sheets and the other pumping his cock, his whole body clenched and shuddering.
Ever since Daniel's arrival, Armand had spent very few days here, opting to keep up the ruse and sleep in Rashid’s suite, or, more often, to stay awake entirely, presenting himself on the sunlit balcony for their unsuspecting interrogator. If he did join Louis in bed, it was in those midday and late afternoon hours when Daniel was off sightseeing. He sometimes joined Louis just for this purpose; but he never started without him. It gave Louis a pleasant twinge to see him enjoying himself, and when he pushed the bedroom door open, Armand gasped and began to move his hand faster.
Louis approached the bed, and Armand rolled slightly towards him, parting his legs so Louis could see the large plug filling him up; ready for you, Armand thought, bucking his hips up.
Instead of joining him, Louis sat down in the nearest chaise, by the foot of the sunken bed, and reclined to watch.
Armand stifled a noise and went back to moving his hand. He looked beautiful and flustered, happy to perform, frustrated that Louis stayed out of reach. Louis was comfortable right where he was, warm and pleasantly tense enough to slip a hand under his clothes and touch himself idly as he watched Armand writhe on the bed.
He wondered what Armand was thinking about. As if in reply, Armand’s mind opened to him. He was having a little fantasy about their guest; that much was nothing new. He narrated it for Louis and his hand slowed until he was just rubbing his thumb under the head of his cock in steady circles, making himself gasp and squirm with it.
It started out the same as they were here; Armand on the bed, indulging himself, and Louis watching him, eyes shining with lust in the dark. In Armand’s mind, Daniel would overhear something, or maybe just give into general curiosity, and peek into the room. Armand would beckon him, and he would approach and undress. Only when he was at the foot of the bed with Armand’s ankles on his shoulders would he notice the gleaming nails on his hands and feet and the copper of his eyes.
Armand imagined him growing terrified, but taking him anyway, unable to resist him. Daniel would fuck him while Louis watched, and he would whisper I’ve known the whole time. I know it. I know who you are. I know your name. I know your secret. I remember you.
Louis listened, beguiled, as Armand’s fantasy continued; he imagined himself a little scared and cornered by Daniel, but pierced with his understanding in an all-too familiar way.
Armand went back to stroking himself in earnest, hand flying over his cock now, his other hand rubbing at his chest, fingers pinching and clamping at his nipple while his hips lifted lazily off the bed. Louis liked to see him lose his composure, and found himself wishing that one day he’d be able to get one up on him, actually sneak up on him without being caught, and see less of the performance.
Armand was still imagining himself getting bent over, the thought projected to Louis’s mind as if to beg for it and get off on the denial of him just watching. Daniel was taking him harder now, handling him more roughly, turning Armand onto his stomach and whispering in his ear once again. I remember. I know your secret. I know what you did, sweet angel, Maître, I know the truth, what will you do to make sure I keep it for you?
Louis pulled back, aroused and confused. For a moment, the voice was no longer Daniel’s, but then it was again, definitely Daniel now. Armand imagined him accusing and promising and fucking and examining in an overwhelming flurry. Louis almost thought he'd imagined the slip; it was the interview, it had to be, pulling him every which way.
Armand fucked his hand and opened his eyes just long enough to meet Louis's gaze and beg silently, and when Louis nodded, Armand threw his head back and came across his flexing stomach. Louis watched him twitch and squeeze around the plug, and he stood up from his seat.
Louis walked to the end of the bed, his pants still done up but feeling tight on him. Armand turned onto his hands and knees and crawled towards him. His chest heaved, his skin was damp with sweat, his eyes were bright.
Armand leaned close enough to nuzzle against Louis’s clothed cock; then he stood up on the bed. He looked like an oiled statue towering above Louis, and he bowed to kiss him, still panting. Louis wrapped his arms around him.
“You want him to hear us tonight?” he asked.
“Yes,” Armand sighed. Louis reached down to slide out the plug, making him flinch, and he pushed him back down on the bed.
He fucked Armand with his shirt off and his pants still on, so the metal of his belt slapped against the back of Armand’s thigh in a way he liked. Armand moaned more loudly than usual, doing his very best to be heard through the concrete walls, but he was still always so hushed. In the end, Louis took another, smaller toy than the plug Armand had used, and spent a leisurely time working it in alongside himself. That made Armand a little louder, and definitely a lot tighter, but Louis was never sure if Daniel heard them or not.
It didn't matter; it wasn't Daniel's turn. Armand could dream all he wanted, but for now, Louis was the one who saw him, who knew him. Right? Their boy would just have to wait.