Damen looked closely at him for the space of a few breaths. That Laurent avoided his gaze merely gave him more opportunity to look. He'd never met anyone like this man whom he had married. What had made him pull away, exactly?

Damen couldn't tell exactly, but it didn't trouble him. He touched Laurent's jaw, lightly, with the hand curled nearest his face. "I know." Laurent had told him, oblique though it had been, and he'd understood the general state if not the specifics.

That didn't stop him either.

He turned on the bed until Laurent was pressed back against the mattress and he was half-on top of him. Their laps nested together, Damen's bare hardness pressing Laurent. "Let me see to us both," he supplicated, as his hand twined between them to easily encircle both of their cocks. "Even if it's a...waste of time, as you say." He bent his head over Laurent's cheek, pressed his lips there too in a gentle kiss. "I like feeling you."