He was close, as close as he'd thought he would be with just a few breaths buried in the secret space of Laurent's nape. His body did its best to imprint itself on Laurent. A treacherous spill of seed gave promise of what was to come.
The spark of words crackled like a whip between them.
"You did not belong to them," Damen said, and it was more growl than speech.
It was perhaps the wrong thing to say to Laurent just then. He didn't care. He was already coming, already splashing the crevice of Laurent's cheeks as hot-bright pleasure took hold of him, too soon but it didn't matter, there was no shame in it this way.
Damen pulled back by the third jet of pearly seed, letting it sling across the sheets, turning and letting the fourth and fifth find their marks across various points on the bed. The whole while, he kept a hand on Laurent, cupping a cheek like it was a precious sculpture.
It took a long few moments to spend himself completely. He had burned for two days, unsatisfied by even his own hand, tempted beyond belief by his new husband. He was still tempted. What would it have felt like to empty his load into Laurent's warmth and press the last few drops deep into him with shallowing thrusts? Damen dragged his fingers across Laurent's spine, shuddering at the thought.
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The spark of words crackled like a whip between them.
"You did not belong to them," Damen said, and it was more growl than speech.
It was perhaps the wrong thing to say to Laurent just then. He didn't care. He was already coming, already splashing the crevice of Laurent's cheeks as hot-bright pleasure took hold of him, too soon but it didn't matter, there was no shame in it this way.
Damen pulled back by the third jet of pearly seed, letting it sling across the sheets, turning and letting the fourth and fifth find their marks across various points on the bed. The whole while, he kept a hand on Laurent, cupping a cheek like it was a precious sculpture.
It took a long few moments to spend himself completely. He had burned for two days, unsatisfied by even his own hand, tempted beyond belief by his new husband. He was still tempted. What would it have felt like to empty his load into Laurent's warmth and press the last few drops deep into him with shallowing thrusts? Damen dragged his fingers across Laurent's spine, shuddering at the thought.