"If I'd adopted Akielon attire, it would just be a matter of flipping up the hem and taking your pleasure of me," Laurent replied, smirking at him.

He gasped softly as Damen's hand surrounded him. Pressing his forehead against Damen's shoulder, Laurent gave a little whine. "Well, good luck with that, then," he said. "If you're concerned about the time, you might be better off playing your own flute. Mine might not provide, ah, results."

He sorely didn't want to go into further details than that. Most nights he didn't bother touching himself, knowing that it might be fruitless unless he had several days of frustration and longing behind it or had the time and inclination to really lose himself in it. Frustration, self-loathing, a fixation upon control and a tendency toward boredom all kept Laurent from easy climaxes.