Laurent's breath became more ragged, struggling to keep his pace steady as his thighs began to shake. He wasn't accustomed to using these particular muscles in this way, and even with Damen's help, he was tiring, and it was becoming increasingly obvious.

Struggling to keep up, yearning for more of that prefect stimulation, he furrowed his brow and scowled about his own weakness, much too proud to admit to it.