This was the point where things usually...escalated. Damen's body knew it too. It was his mind that kept him in control right now, if just barely, feeling the pliant flow of Laurent's body against his own. The awareness of it brought delight, for it meant a reprieve to his physical loneliness and a renewal of the open-hearted affection he'd received in small doses from the changeable Prince.

(If only Damen didn't fuck it up tonight.)

The sound of Laurent's whimper was tucked away into the corners of Damen's mouth. He treasured it as something strangely needy from Laurent, even if he didn't yet know quite what Laurent needed. He hoped, perhaps naively, it was him.

Backing up a few steps, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and drew Laurent with him, to sit however he liked in his lap. Even sitting, Damen was an unavoidable presence, his breadth simply spread out in different ways.