Damen drew up with the tug of Laurent's hand, ever mindful of his husband's sensitive responses. He'd wondered when it would be too much - was this it - ?

Fuck me.

His cock reacted before his brain could, a little jolt of precome spilling from his slit and making a rivulet down his length as he vibrated with need. He stared down at Laurent, eyes ablaze, body tensed with barely restrained urges. He could not mistake the Akielon words. He could not deny them both what they wanted more than anything.

Before he could stop to think, to do anything but act on Laurent's pleading, Damen was on top of him, sinking between Laurent's legs and pressing the tip of his cock to that wet (so wet) entrance. "Laurent," he whispered.

And then he was plunging in, knowing Laurent would still be tight, he hadn't worked him open enough, he hadn't even gotten a third finger in, and Damen was so big, he couldn't possibly fit, and so he stopped halfway, the tip of his cock pressing just so on an angle within Laurent, almost there where his fingers had been but not quite. The heat of him surrounded Damen, plucked at his senses until all he was aware of was Laurent.