This was closer to what he'd been dreaming about since those early flirtations than anything they'd done thus far. Even when he'd had a single touch inside Laurent, it hadn't come with the visceral closeness that the press of hips and buttock and cock gave him. Damen pressed closer. He wanted to wrap around Laurent until every single bit of him belonged to Damen.

He spread his hands over Laurent's shoulders, caressing, soothing, holding. The squirm of Laurent's body was exquisite. Damen felt the shifting rub of flesh against him and heard himself groan, low and guttural.

"When you spoke...of those men who would touch you here...I wanted to put my hands around their throats." Unconsciously, he let more of his body drape over Laurent's, as if to cover him from any other's touch. The motion of hips had a hypnotic quality, the even keel of a ship in calm seas sluicing through the spray, or the gentle swing of a baby's cradle.

"And then I wanted to touch you myself, here. To...feel you want that touch." One hand moved down Laurent's side, stroking the contour of his waist and hip, settling around the place where outer thigh met buttock. The rest of him was blanketed in Damen, the flush overlay of Damen's pelvis rocking him into the mattress, the broadness of his chest encompassing Laurent's back. The only way they could be closer was to breach that final hurdle. Later.