Crying out with pleasure as Damen's fingers worked so skillfully within him, aided by that coaxing tongue, Laurent shuddered beneath him. Waves of pleasure throbbed through him as Damen fingered him, unerringly finding that sensitive place within him that Laurent's fingers could never quite reach.

Every inch of his body was inflamed with need, and he tugged at Damen's hair, pulling him up and forward now instead of pushing him down. "Damen," he said, voice breaking as his body quivered. "Fuck me."

He used the Akielon phrase so that there could be no doubt as to his intention. The Veretian vocabulary for sex was all flowery euphemism, playing around with hints and promises.