Damen had come this far; he was on edge with anticipation, finally so close to his prize, the last words slipping from his mouth before he could help it, but Laurent was distracted and Damen was safe. He nuzzled close. Each murmur of his name urged him on, drawn in by the clear tug of Laurent's fingers.

He laughed, soft and low.

Warm breath wafted the intimate stretch of skin, and Damen's tongue traced the same path as his fingers. He could feel his own body trembling as he took Laurent's legs between his hands and bent down deeper. He was tasting the most intimate part of Laurent, the pinnacle of trust, almost unbelievable to him.

With a soft kiss, he was licking lower, right around the pert pucker, slipping the long length of his tongue over the ripples of that tight gather, while his fingers massaged the spread buttocks around it.