Damen laughed outright, squeezing Laurent's hand. "Stop feeling so good." They could not help this effect they had on each other, it seemed. But at least this way, he wasn't as tempted, or able, to simply thrust in as other positions might have allowed. Instead, he had the most exquisite view of Laurent, from the top of his head to the tip of his bouncing cock, taking his pleasure across Damen's lap, and it was too good not to watch.

Gazing at him through those half-lidded eyes, he pressed further into Laurent, a little deeper, indulging himself for a little while in the total pleasure of taking his husband at last. Then he tipped Laurent's hips with his free hand, guided him into an angle that had the curved tip of Damen's cock pressing against the innermost wall of him, shallower, more rhythmically surging into what he hoped he would be a pleasurable spot for Laurent.