Chest full of some emotion he could not name and did not try to, Damen gazed at his husband with deepening longing for everything that he could imagine having with him. Not much frightened him, but this massive unknown did. He cupped Laurent's knee, pressing a kiss to the inside of it. His rumble of approbation would be felt there; his treasure. He burned to claim that privilege.

His kisses could travel up and up, never stopping until he'd buried himself in Laurent. The parted spread of those legs giving him full access, mouth and tongue and fingers combined. "And if the King meant to find this treasure..." Damen bent forward, leaning Laurent back to brush his lips up the line of inner thigh. "Would his tongue be allowed to speak at the entrance to it?"

His dark eyes focused on Laurent's as he asked for the daring request, prepared to settle nerves, hoping he wouldn't get pushed away for real.