Laurent shivered a tiny bit, nervous but also hopelessly tempted by the suggestion. "All right," he said, nose brushing against Damen's. His arms slid around Damen's shoulders, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Damen's neck.

Wary and uncertain but willing to trust, Laurent watched Damen's eyes as he settled across Damen's lap, thighs pressed tight on either side of Damen's hips.

"Damen," he murmured, teeth grazing over his own lip.