"That is a very fair goal to work towards." Damen quietly enjoyed the first touch skin-to-skin, his fingers tucking around the velvety finish of Laurent's flesh. He clasped it, rubbed the heel of his hand against its length. He didn't have much room to do more than that, but then that was his own fault for not divesting Laurent of his garments first.

"Ah." Damen glanced down at him, brows lifting slightly. This was news to him. Laurent had been so responsive with him, he'd assumed that this would extend to his -

Yes, he could see why that would be something Laurent wouldn't want to talk about. In wordless soothing, he stroked a hip and edged the silk down over them.

"I would still like to touch you," he said, honestly. "And for you to touch me, if that pleases you. If not...you could kiss me and let me..." Damen's nose wrinkled as he repeated the very Veretian expression. " 'Play my flute.' "