Laurent kept possession of that curl, keeping Damen close and watching Damen's eyes. It meant that he let Damen see all his expressions, as well, unguarded as pleasure flickered over his face, eyelashes fluttering as Damen found that sensitive spot inside him and thrust his fingers unerringly against it.

"Damen," he moaned, body quivering with pleasure at the sensations that Damen offered. Reaching down, he finally pushed Damen's hand away. Unsteady but determined, he pushed at Damen, shifting their positions so that he could straddle Damen's lap.

Resting his arms on Damen's chest and smirking down at him, Laurent rolled his hips back against Damen's cock, not quite able to get the right angle until he reached one hand down to grasp Damen, guiding him inside. This way, he could be sure of things, confident in his control of the situation.