Was there anything he wouldn't do for this man? Damen felt hopelessly, perfectly lost to the look in those eyes, the sound of the endearment murmured from his lips. He silently nodded once more, shifting and rising up onto his knees to lift the tray to the top of his own table. The edge of his chiton rode up as he moved, exposing thighs as thick and browned as the trunks of young oaks.

Mere moments later, he'd returned to the lure of Laurent's nipping kisses. "You're very good at this 'would you like to' business," Damen murmured, and Laurent was back in his arms. "Would you like to...be in my lap for this?" His mouth moved across the fullness of Laurent's.