Damen's brows raised high on his forehead. This was a new revelation for him. "I didn't know you wanted to." The swipe of Laurent's tongue was meltingly soft. "Does that really--?" He couldn't imagine it. He couldn't imagine simply watching Laurent and not wanting to put hands on him himself. He would do it, of course, if Laurent wanted, but doing it by choice...
His contemplation was cut short, his help requested. Doing that. He stared at Laurent a moment. After everything, now was when Laurent wanted to get more naked? He touched the laces. "Laurent." His fingers tugged at the magic loosening thread. The sleep garment took mere moments to unfasten, and Damen's hand lingered at the waistband, smoothing over a hipbone. His gaze remained questioningly fixed on his husband's face.
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His contemplation was cut short, his help requested. Doing that. He stared at Laurent a moment. After everything, now was when Laurent wanted to get more naked? He touched the laces. "Laurent." His fingers tugged at the magic loosening thread. The sleep garment took mere moments to unfasten, and Damen's hand lingered at the waistband, smoothing over a hipbone. His gaze remained questioningly fixed on his husband's face.