Experimentally, Damen parted his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of Laurent's wrist. He could feel the hitch of the pulse beneath, the wild flutter of the blood coursing through, and his own leapt in kind at the effect he had on Laurent, and then again as he was caught in the clutch of Laurent's hand taking hold of him.

Damen's fingers hooked beneath the silk sleeve and slowly dragged it up Laurent's forearm, squirming in the gap of the laces, against his skin, Lips followed, warm and measured. He tasted the faint salt of Laurent's skin from sleep, the natural scent of his body, and his head swam, imagining that taste on even more intimate parts of Laurent. His mouth found the crook of elbow where the skin was thinnest, where another pulse beat, and he nuzzled there too.