Damen laughed, a soft breathy sound far from his usual rumble. Laurent so easily pulled him in, and he couldn't even fight it, urge upon urge bringing him back to the promise of Laurent's lips. The tug of his hair seemed to thread down his spine and curl somewhere between his heart and his pelvis. He brushed Laurent's lips, tilted up to kiss his nose.

"Flattering. But your ambitiousness deserves a reward, I think." Slowly easing in, the three twined fingers filled Laured until Damen could just feel the shape of the place he was looking for. He pressed in. Fingertips applied diligently in supplication. A rub, a circle, pressure given and taken away, as Damen let the width of his fingers work Laurent open with each slow plunge in, until he was finger-fucking him in earnest.