Dylan was tempted to deny him that. Him still on top of him, trembling around him, his mouth at his throat now and knowing they could both survive it, it would have been so easy to say no, to let them keep rising and falling. To let Daniel continue to feed on him forever, if it felt that good for both of them. It was --

He shook his head, dismissing the desire as much as he hated to, and grasped for that moment of clarity he'd managed earlier. It took effort, real effort, but somehow, he managed and all on his own, without Daniel pushing him. Without him leading him around by his cock. This was the opposite of that.

Turning his head, he let out a breath, stole one last, quick kiss from Daniel, and then ordered, "Stop. Enough. Enough for both of us." There was, as expected, power behind those words, just in case Daniel couldn't keep a handle on himself long enough to actually stop on his own. Just in case he, himself, couldn't.