Damen exhaled, the sound of it ragged against Laurent's cheek, and willed himself still as Laurent's heat enveloped him, the tight slick heat of him sinking down little by little. Oh, how he wanted to just thrust up into it, push himself deep inside Laurent's body and make him his own. But he couldn't, he couldn't, and he tightened his fingers around the slim hips, eyes on Laurent's abdomen as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip.

The withdrawal was painful, and Damen wondered if Laurent wouldn't be able to go through with it after all. He steeled himself, and slid a hand up Laurent's torso, about to draw him down, to kiss him and tell him it was all right, they could do things other ways, it would be fine for now, Damen would spend more time on him next time...

But there, there was that deep heat, sinking with infinite slowness over him, and Damen gritted his teeth and guided him down, not moving a single muscle besides those hands girding Laurent's hips. He nodded. "There, ah, there, Laurent...oh...." It was tight, and slick, and hot, and Damen was close to losing it. He exhaled. "Take...your time. Whatever you need."