Damen's eye was drawn inexorably to the unmistakeable shape of where his lips had sealed to Laurent's neck, the dark bloom of it standing out far more on him than it had on Damen. It was...a rousing sight. And Laurent seemed to glow with pride at offering him that sight.

Damen brushed his lips across it, reverently. "Repeatable." Not yet. Not until they were fully joined and he had Laurent on the cusp, trembling and taut beneath him. But soon. He ached for its fulfillment.

The languor of his kisses across Laurent's throat, his hands across Laurent's chest, did not betray him, even if his lap certainly did. He tasted slowly, savoring. He didn't need to rush this.

"What ending are you hoping for this one?"