So suspicious. Damen would be wary too, flipped onto his stomach with Laurent behind him. But that would mean he had his back to Laurent, which made all the difference in the world.

He couldn't stop himself from stroking the all-too-beautiful lines of Laurent's pale back. He was marble-perfect. Emphasis on marble.

Damen knew himself, knew his own body's tendencies when he felt the way he did now, an unfurling warmth gathered in his chest that somehow had the power to take over his feted stamina. "This won't take long," he replied, a self-deprecating smile forming against the back of Laurent's neck.

He shifted over him, his knees and a hand taking most of his weight, afraid to crush the more delicate man beneath him. His right hand, still slick with Laurent's spend, found the soft warm space between full cheeks and worshipped there for a moment. A fantasy of sinking deeper, with hands and then cock, and making Laurent entirely his own, made Damen's head spin wildly. He forced himself to breathe. To remember their obligations this morning.

He didn't have to time to do it properly. Just this would have to be enough.

Damen guided his erection between the beautiful rolling mounds and pressed slowly, shallowly, along their crease. There was nothing penetrative about it. The thick shape of him eased in the suggestion of a thrust as Laurent's cheeks were dampened by his own seed.

Breathing harder at that first intoxicating slide, Damen nosed at the hollow behind Laurent's ear. "You make me want to lose myself."