Laurent snorted, nipping fondly at Damen's throat. "And if I simply want to watch sometimes?" he asked, licking at Damen's skin to taste the salt on it. "Am I out of luck for that?"

Sitting up partway, Laurent tugged at the laces on one side of his hips, guiding Damen's hand to help him. "Help me out of these," he said, turning his head to kiss Damen's forehead, then returning his attention to the laces.