"I like you dressed for the occasion. Alone in our bedroom is a good occasion for nudity." Damen's gaze made free with the elegantly exposed lines of Laurent's shoulders, his chest, the lean flat planes of his stomach. Lingered on the pink tips of his nipples. Damen wasn't taking the chaste suggestion too literally either.

The weariness, the loneliness, the craving he'd felt for affection, all made themselves known as he felt warm breath on his cheeks, and then on his lips. Damen bent his head. Tilted it. Lapped at Laurent's mouth hungrily, like he'd been starving all day for the realness of this kiss. One hand cupped Laurent's face like water in his hand, drawn up to his mouth. His body inclined towards Laurent, more and more each times their lips renewed their contact.

Damen kissed like he needed it. Because he did.

He didn't try to touch or provoke anything further. Just folded Laurent to his chest and sighed against his mouth. Dark curls tickled Laurent's cheeks, Damen leaning in deeper.