That smile, so Laurent. Damen couldn't tear himself away from it. He focused on it as he felt Laurent rolling above him, a slow exploratory quest of hips and legs and bodies connecting, Damen so quiescent beneath him save for a subtle draw up into Laurent's pleasure, the bent of his movements....

And as suddenly as a summer squall, Laurent was coming over him, spilling over Damen's abdomen, the deep-hewn valleys there bathed in Laurent's spend. Damen closed his eyes, clenched his jaw as he felt the press of Laurent's face against his neck. He heard the plea, felt the beg of his lover's inexperienced body, but the sudden, wrenching clench of it in orgasm was too much for him. He surrounded Laurent in his arms, pulling him forward with an arm behind his head, and with a low growl against Laurent's lips, Damen was coming, a thick throbbing jet within his husband, any shame forgotten in the reckless joy of having Laurent.