Dylan made another small sound as Daniel started rocking against him in earnest and, dropping his head to his shoulder almost helplessly (that would at least make it easier for Daniel to fist a hand in his hair), pushed back against him in time. He stayed like that for some time, occasionally nipping at Daniel's shoulder through his shirt, fingers curling and uncurling in his shirt, his breathing, for as little as he really needed to breath like this, short and heavy, then finally, he raised his head to put his mouth near Daniel's ear.

"I can give you whatever you want," he murmured, trying and mostly succeeding at keeping his tone level despite everything. A moment of pause followed, and then, in Henley's voice, he offered, "Even her. All you have to do is ask, Danny. Beg."

Because if Daniel didn't, he would, and he didn't want that. Not when he was supposed to be the one running the show here, in every sense of the word.