Damen collected sounds like treasures, quivers like spoils of war hard-won with tenderness. He reined in the urge to pursue, letting the instinctive course of desire mounting do the pursuing for him.

He let out a low hiss as he felt the silky twine of Laurent's still-clothed legs around his own bare thighs. The skirt of his chiton hung forward in his crouch over Laurent's body, barely concealing his erection. The kiss was easily acquired, Damen drawn forward to meet Laurent's lips again, hungrier and far less chastely than before. The warmth of him was escalating into heat, a fire gathering fuel into something not so neatly contained.

"Ask," he said in a breathless rumble between kisses. He had not pressed forward; he stayed hovering well above Laurent. He did not want to misinterpret this time. Whatever his body strained for, it should be something Laurent desperately wanted too.