Damen focused on the softness of Laurent's mouth, the slide of clutching fingers through his mouth, anything to distract the both of them from the way Laurent was naked next to him. Patience was a very cultivated virtue in their bed. He feared to trample it underfoot in his clumsy eagerness.

Which is why the question left him dumbfounded, lips parted, a rich red from their kisses. Certain things might have been...logical deductions, once Laurent's pants came off. This one was not necessarily one of them. Damen struggled for lucidity, much less coherency. He fell into the deep blue of Laurent's eyes. His own gave away his struggle. Lust, longing, amazement, and utter surprise, leaving him unsure quite how to react to the invitation.

"I - yes," he blurted out. He bent forward, claiming Laurent's lips again. This spared him the need to talk for several more seconds, while properly expressing his willingness and desire to touch whatever part of Laurent's body he was allowed to. Once parted, he occupied himself reaching for the little vial of oil that was now discreetly tucked in the bedside drawer.

"Where would you like to be while I do this?" Damen normally would have arranged a lover in exactly the pose he wanted them for this task, but he hoped that giving Laurent his choice would help with any nerves.