Attuned as he was this time to Laurent's reactions, Damen allowed him to take things at Laurent's pace, rather than his own. He remained still and patient while Laurent moved into his lap, a quiet sigh of - contentment? yearning? - for the pleasure of the weight of him there.
His eyes fell to the pearly white line of teeth biting into the flesh of tempting lip. Was Laurent trying to drive him to madness with temptation? Damen breathed in, deliberately, deeply. "Kisses," he said, as if reminding himself, as if reminding Laurent of what he'd asked Damen for; those were the terms they'd agreed to for the moment, and he would abide by them.
He cupped Laurent's face in one big hand, fingertips curling behind his head, and drew him in. His mouth moved softly, as gently as before, slowly exploring the canvas of bottom lip, slowly wooing. All of his attention was on Laurent. What did Laurent like about their kissing? What made him breathe heavier, shift towards Damen, make a sound?
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His eyes fell to the pearly white line of teeth biting into the flesh of tempting lip. Was Laurent trying to drive him to madness with temptation? Damen breathed in, deliberately, deeply. "Kisses," he said, as if reminding himself, as if reminding Laurent of what he'd asked Damen for; those were the terms they'd agreed to for the moment, and he would abide by them.
He cupped Laurent's face in one big hand, fingertips curling behind his head, and drew him in. His mouth moved softly, as gently as before, slowly exploring the canvas of bottom lip, slowly wooing. All of his attention was on Laurent. What did Laurent like about their kissing? What made him breathe heavier, shift towards Damen, make a sound?