Every breath Daniel took helped to make him feel more human, more rooted in his body than in the pleasure that could take hold of him. A tiny voice in the back of his head argued that he should never let it go, but Dylan had stopped him, had called a stop, and even with the desire that left him so transformed, Danny wasn't willing to go against Dylan's desires... even if he was fairly certain he could. Not only that he could, but that Dylan wouldn't stop him.

That left him smiling, humming softly under his breath until he laughed, stroking those claws oh so delicately along Dylan's cheek. "Yes. All of it. Delicious," he said, smiling impishly. "It all goes together," he pointed out. "Even..."

His touch stilled, his gaze taking in those claws without being clouded by need.

"Shit," he muttered, brain finally taking over, if only for a moment.