Damen's eyes grew a hungry dark, meeting Laurent's gaze, the clear blue of it revealing the widening of the pupils, the need naked in them. He trained his focus on them, turning away from the supple arch of Laurent over his hips, the beautiful thickness of him in Damen's grip.
It only took a single tug to get him to release it. Damen stared up at him. Too much? He reached up for that kiss, not quite understanding but trusting that Laurent was telling him the truth. As long as his husband was enjoying this...
Damen's hand was easily guided to the curve of a buttock, where he curled his fingers in a blatant grope. There was a flair at the base of his spine on the next rock upwards. Beloved. "Laurent," he gritted, and his hips ground up suddenly, fiercely. His lover had met his rhythm thus far. Would he match this more insistent rut, with Damen's fingers digging into the muscles of his cheek, and those eyes piercing beneath him, dark and lustful and longing?
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It only took a single tug to get him to release it. Damen stared up at him. Too much? He reached up for that kiss, not quite understanding but trusting that Laurent was telling him the truth. As long as his husband was enjoying this...
Damen's hand was easily guided to the curve of a buttock, where he curled his fingers in a blatant grope. There was a flair at the base of his spine on the next rock upwards. Beloved. "Laurent," he gritted, and his hips ground up suddenly, fiercely. His lover had met his rhythm thus far. Would he match this more insistent rut, with Damen's fingers digging into the muscles of his cheek, and those eyes piercing beneath him, dark and lustful and longing?