Laurent gasped, body tensed and cheeks flushed, as Damen ground against him. He watched him warily for a moment, eyes sharp and defensive, and then suddenly relaxed, and huffed out a laugh.

"Get off," he said, but his tone was gentle. He gave Damen's chest a push to get him off, and then nestled up against Damen's side again, making quick work of unfastening the rest of Damen's clothing. "Take care of it," Laurent said, guiding one of Damen's hands down to Damen's lap. "Otherwise you're going to be impatient."

Laurent knew he would spook if he tried to push through his own nerves again, but he could do this. He could stay, watching, curled up at Damen's side with a possessive arm over Damen's chest.