Dylan groaned as Daniel pressed back against him, his eyes fluttering half-closed for a moment. Belatedly, he bit down on his own lower lip in an effort to silence himself, drawing blood. Less than belatedly and almost reflexively, his hips jerked back against Daniel's, leveraging for the friction they both wanted.

"It didn't hurt -- " The way he tasted. " -- but try me and find out," he breathed.

And if Daniel did ask for it, he could give him whatever he wanted. He could be whoever Daniel wanted, even Henley, if that got him off. Not that he figured he needed help, but ah, the joys of being a shapeshifter permanently, now.