The skimpy fabric fell away from Damen's chest, leaving him bare to the satisfying mercies of his husband's greedy touches. A low thrum curled inside him from the first movement of Laurent's hips against his own. It found voice in his throat, the shape of a groan hidden against Laurent's skin. His body cried out for more contact. He would not let himself press up, fearing the too-bold and un-asked for contact of his hardness against Laurent's groin would startle his shy husband away. The denial strained at his thigh muscles beneath the weight of the other man's body.

Mark me. Unthinking, Damen growled, low and needy. He could still feel the points on his own neck where Laurent had bitten him. He could already envision Laurent wearing his mark under those tightly laced collars. Untouched, his cock gave a furtive throb.

Damen's lips found the nearest mark. He suckled gently at first, tugging wetly at the skin, slowly wooing more of the flesh beneath into his mouth. But he wanted to the red to bloom across Laurent's porcelain skin, and so he made a seal and drank deeply of the taste of him. His tongue flicked through parted lips to bathe the tortured hollow in soothing licks. Something welled in his chest, fierce and sated, at leaving something of himself on Laurent, by his husband's request no less.