The more Laurent responded to those soft kisses, the softer Damen's lips became against his. They made love to Laurent, tender and attentive; he could have pressed for more, but he didn't. Even the part of lips became another chance to coax rather than to plunder. Damen found he enjoyed drawing out Laurent's responses, making him flush and yield and lean into the twine of their mouths and bodies. It was better this way, when Laurent undeniably wanted it.

A hushed sound groaned in Damen's throat. He spread his hands over Laurent's shoulder, the back of his head, curling his fingers there. He had mastery of himself, his mind, his touches; but one part was impossible to master. He nudged at Laurent's chin, tipped his forehead against his husband's. "I...don't know what to ask for," he breathed. "Help me."