Laurent plucked at the clasp, tearing the fabric slightly in his impatience. He pressed close against Damen, rocking his hips with instinct and need as they kissed. Laurent's nerves turned into yearning as his hands skimmed over the broad, strong chest of his husband.

"Damen," he whimpered, the name like a plea as Damen explored his throat. "Go on. Mark me."

It was only fair, after all, though Laurent's pale skin would show off any mark vividly compared to the ones he'd left on Damen, but he had his high collars as defense.

His hands returned to Damen's hair, trailing laces over his shoulders as Laurent's fingers locked around Damen's curls, cradling his head with possessive reverence.